It Keeps Returning ( Mischa/Invite )

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala honestly did not know what to do with herself. She was alone. Completely and utterly alone. At least in the current moment. It was never really a good thing for her to be alone, seeing as how she always got into trouble, but at the same time, she had done everything to ensure that she would be alone when she took her nightly run....even altering from her usual course.

Tonight instead of ending up on at the town square, she was not on the beach, the sun setting behind the horizon as she let out a heavy breath and placed her hands on her knees.

Dressed in just a sports bra and a pair of black workout pants, her usual workout attire, she reached up and pulled her hair free from the binding she had around it.

As the long locks fell freely about her face, she let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of the ocean as she let her mind try and clear...though the chances of that were slim. Her mind wandering, paying little attention to what was going on around her.

Gods how she would kill for her life to go back to normal. It was all she really wanted. But it was too late for that....Far too late..

[Mischa Badoer]

It was one of those nights Mischa couldn't ignore. After living in a beach house for a long time she always felt drawn to the ocean. She was out at night because she was feeling rather self conscious as of late.

She held onto the necklace that would wash away her sadness and fill her up with a false sense of happiness. It was all she would be able to achieve in the given situation. Either fake happiness or none at all. Her choice always fell to the cocaine lately. When she was coked out... it was hard for her to hold on to her reality. In that reality was her life.. and her life was Kev... No Kev; No life. All she had was the dust that was now encased in a small, silver necklace.

Mischa looked from trinket in her hand to the beach. The moon's rays soaked the white sand as the waves clashed into each other. The stars were out and actually visible which was a nice change living in the city.

She laid down on her back and let her eyes take in the view before the drug would be taken and all of the beauty will be obscured. She propped her torso up with the support of her elbows as she noticed she was no longer alone. Her eyes looked longingly at the figure before her. She didn't know who was keeping her company due to the lack of light... but the curves of her body made Mischa's ache. Her brown hues watched as the girl's hair was pulled free from the pony tail and now blew weightlessly in the hair. The grip she had on her necklace tightened as she sat there fantasizing the strange female.

Mischa wasn't in the state to be checking out other people... she was just in that state to find the woman's body familiar. She wasn't dreaming about a stranger... it was more along the lines of remembering Kevala.

There was a jogger then... He ran past the two of them without word and just listening to his music. In his possession was a flash light. As he passed the girl the light danced off every curve making Mischa tremble in that memory of Kevala. Everything about this girl reminded Mischa of her and she couldn't understand why. Mischa stood then and her eyes squinted as if it would help get a better view of the girl's face.

A smile was now painted across Mischa's soft features as the sudden realization hit her.

That hauntingly beautiful figure could only belong to the one person she knew for more than two years. Trying to keep her composer she would approach her. Her feet didn't make too much noise as the sand padded every step. Now she would find herself standing right beside where Kevala was... breathing in the same smell Kev did and more... her ecstatic scent.

"Fancy seeing you here." she would say in a calm voice as she strung the addiction around her neck. They drugs can wait...right now her reality was better than a dream.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala growled as the asshole with the light flashed it in her face, her eyes closing slightly as the light shot pain through her pale colored eyes. Yet she said nothing. She had too much on her mind to worry about some idiot. Too many she already had her sights on and that fucking girl in the picture she still had to try and find.

Drawing in a deep breath, she pushed herself off of her knees and rose to stand upright once more. A gentle brush of her tongue to her lower lip as she cast a wistful gaze out over the ocean, the waves seeming to have a calming affect upon her troubled and weary soul.

Just then, a voice lifted onto the breeze from behind her, momentarily freezing her in her tracks as she closed her eyes and bit back the softest sound of a whimper.

Without turning, she spoke up softly, knowing instantly who it was.

"Where else would I go to remember the place my life began?"

She knew that Mischa would know what she spoke of, or at least she hoped that the drugs had not affected her that badly. Inside she felt a stab of pain at the memory of Mischa, the way she used to be....It tore Kev apart to think of what she had caused the girl and she hoped only to make it better....one day....Which is exactly what she had been working on.

Though of course, the surprise was done, it was just a matter of finding the nerve inside herself to show Mischa.....Fear that it was not enough crippling her from doing so.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa got bored of staring at the sunset and so her gaze feasted on another beautiful site. Kevala wasn't returning the gaze, but Mischa didn't mind. All she cared about was having Kevala in her view. Man had their sunset to look upon; Mischa had her sun.

"Where else would I go to remember the place my life began?"

Mischa knew the start of Kev's life wasn't at this very beach, but she could relate with the statement. It was another beach that both of their lives started. It was the first time Mischa had actually been with Kev..it was her first time all together. Kevala meant a lot more to Mischa than she was giving herself credit for and Mischa prayed, to what ever God would listen, that some day Kevala would see that.

Mischa smiled a crooked smile as her eyes remained on Kev. The way the sun kissed that girl's skin made Mischa's very knees as weak as jello. Mischa wanted so much to just hold her in her arms so they could share this sunset together... but she wanted to respect Kevala's wish of distance. Yeah.. Mischa could easily just take her now and say "fuck Devon" because she really didn't care in hurting his feelings... but she just wanted to wait until Kev was ready.

"Home..." yeah she was trying to respect what Kev wanted.. but any body could be selfish. After saying this Mischa felt a pang of grief hit her and she looked back to the sky just to avoid Kevala catching the slightest of her watery eyes. She missed Kevala adn the twins. Their house was empty and every noise that was not made reminded Mischa of how alone she really was.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She heard that single word and it made her eyes fall closed one more time as she nodded softly.

"Yes....Home."

It had always felt like home whenever she was with Mischa, despite where they were. Being in the other girl's arms had been heavenly to her....it had been peace....it had been her sanctuary.

Softly she sighed as she cast a final glance over the ocean, her eyes turning to Mischa and instantly feeling that weak feeling in her legs at the sight of the most beautiful girl to ever grace Kevala's presence.

"My Sanctuary."

She could not bite back the soft whimper that escaped her then, her arms coming up to wrap about her slightly as she thought over the thing she had been working on for Mischa. Something to try and help the girl, to make her feel more at peace...To make Kev more at peace......She supposed there was not beating around the bush really....

"I have something I want you to see."

She nodded and then motioned with her head for Mischa to follow as she began her slow walk down the shoreline. Her eyes falling to the ground at her feet as she watched the way her feet dipped into the sand...Hoping Mischa would follow, and sure that she would.....Though her true worry was how Mischa would react to what Kevala had to show her......

Normally one would think that their running into each other, here, in this spot was just chance...A stroke of freakish luck....But Kevala knew it was something more...something deeper that only the two of them shared.....

~What if she doesn't like it?~

The thought bouncing about the walls of her mind to the point that it was close to driving her insane...She hugged herself tighter then, hiding the shaking in her hands that had started from fear. Yes, the girl who was not scared of nearly anything, was terrified at the moment. A rare thing for her indeed.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa shot her eyes back to Kev when she heard the slightest whimper. She felt the pain inside her... they both were going through hell and Mischa wanted soo badly to hug her and make everything feel better... but nothing was that easy.

With her words and a simple gesture Mischa was asked to follow. Kevala would keep walking as Mischa stood behind. She watched as Kev looked to the ground... Mischa could tell something was bothering her. The way the girl moved was off.

A grip found its way around that necklace as she watched Kevala slowly walk away. Was it a good idea to follow her? Would it only hurt the both of them more? Those questions were only left with the solid answers Mischa had ringing in her head. "Yes it was a good idea... and no it won't hurt them more... because what could hurt more than this?" Mischa pulled the necklace off and tossed it as far as she could into the ocean. Her eyes only watched the contact making the little waves that mirrored each other to create ripples. She was going to have a break down later without the cocaine, but she would rather put herself through that torment than have it in her possession near Kev.

It was disrespectful to their family.

Mischa turned from the ocean and back to Kevala. She started walking in that direction and she picked up her pace into a small jog to catch up to Kevala. Now she was by her side... the way she always liked it.

Now Mischa was following her... all she had to do was wait for what Kevala had in store for her.

[Ceraphine Davis]

As they moved, Kevala took note out of the corner of her eye that Mischa had taken something off and thrown it into the water. Yet she did nothing or said nothing. There would be time for all of this later, but for now, she had something much more pressing on her mind.

It took a little while, but eventually they came upon a beach house sitting just up the shore line away from the high tide area of the beach. It was not as fancy as some of the other houses on another section of the beach, but this one had something that they did not....

Complete privacy....and a tranquil, plain beauty to it that had called out to Kev from the fist time she had seen it. Though honestly she did not know if it was because of what she felt for the house or the memories of Mischa that it envoked.

Either way, she stopped and turned to face it, her hand lifting up to motion toward the house as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys, holding them out to Mischa.

"I saw it, and thought of you...."

She drew in a deep and shakey breath as she bit her lower lip nervously. It was the truth, seeing as how Mischa had been the only thing that she had been able to think of upon seeing it that day on her run about a week ago.

She would wait for Mischa to take the keys and then she would move toward the door..Waiting for the other girl to open it. Kev had still been working on moving in here....And though she had a ways to go, she had made sure to decorate the living room accordingly..

The walls, if Mischa should enter to see it, were covered with framed pictures of Mischa, and of Kev...the twins...and the little black and white image of the baby.......

She hoped it would not hurt her to see this, but she wanted her to see that Kev was not going to move on pretending that none of it had happened as so many tended to do.

Once Mischa had time to look around, Kev would finally speak up..her tone soft, timid and very unsure...Almost like a kid worried their parent would not like the picture they drew in class....

"D..Do you like it?"

[Mischa Badoer]

They finally stopped and Mischa stared up at a house. Mischa turned to Kev only to find that this was the surprise. Kevala handed her the keys and Mischa just took them without word and stared up at the house.

Kevala approached the door as Mischa followed. Her expression showed no emotion as she opened the door. They entered and there was already some decorations. without looking at anything else she approached the wall that had a few pictures hanging up. All the pictures she recognized and brought back memories of when they were taken. Her finger came up and stroked at the image of the twins and Kevala. Mischa then spotted the ultrasound image of the child she once had in her stomach. It was the first and only ultra sound. She pressed her hand to the glass frame staring at the small figure.

"D..Do you like it?"

Mischa's hand remained in it's place as her head turned slightly to acknowledge her words.

"Kev...What is all this?" it was understandable... yet puzzling at the same time. It was predictable of Kev to make an unpredictable surprise... but when Mischa thought they were having a break..or even broken off completely...she comes up with buying a house and filling it with photos of their family... she was completely caught off guard. "Why are you doing this... You are making it this much harder for me." she turned and started walking towards her. "Now you can't get mad because you did this to me." she said once before grabbing Kev's waist and her other hand grabbed the nape of her neck to pull her into a kiss. Their first actually kiss since the hospital. Mischa didn't care if she was going to get scolded or slapped in the face...

she just needed it.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala lowered her head, as though she were getting scolded for doing something wrong....And she was about to explain herself when she felt that hand at her waist, the other upon her neck and her body pulled into a kiss.

As those lips pressed against her own, she closed her eyes and returned the kiss softly....At first that is....But then her tongue slipped forth, and brushed against Mischa's lower lip.....And that was all it took..

That dam she had inside, that held back all her desires and her needs broke and before Kev even knew what she was doing, she had roughly pushed Mischa back into the wall behind them, and lifted her hand to pull up the girls shirt just enough to give her what she needed so very badly.....Her fingers against that delicate flesh she had memorized inside her mind.....

Softly she let out a little growl......one Mischa had heard only a few times, yet one that was not threatening in any way....no, it was pure and real possessiveness that ran through Kevala. She had gone far too long without Mischa.......

Pulling free of that kiss, she trailed her lips hungrily down the girls neck, nipping roughly at that silken flesh as she spoke in a heated whisper against her.........

"I did this, because you consume my thoughts..Day in and day out I think of you...How you feel, your scent, your kiss, your touch...All of it driving me closer and closer to madness the longer I keep myself from you......."

She then brought her thigh up and between Mischa's legs, her hand gripping her tightly as she pulled her closer, forcing her to stay pinned to the wall...Her other hand coming up to tangle itself within her lover's hair......

"I did this...because I cannot live without you....You Mischa Badoer, are my life...my reason for living....and Gods help me...I cannot do it without you...I am nothing without you......"

Those now crimson eyes, the ones full of nothing but desire and lust and need cast a glance to Mischa just as Kev drug her nails lightly against the girl's flesh..She knew that there was a chance to be turned down....But at the same time.....She did not care....At least she would have this moment to haunt her dreams tonight...Which was better than nothing at all...........

[Mischa Badoer]

And just like that the match struck and flames enveloped the both of them. She felt Kevala's tongue slide against her lip. The fire burned hot when she was pressed against the wall. Mischa opened her mouth and let her tongue meet with Kev's. All this time she was without her...without anyone. Now all her emotions were spilling forth and she didn't want to stop... if anything Mischa won't stop unless Kev truly wished for it.

She heard that growl. Mischa could only smile that devilish smile when she heard the all too familiar noise. Mischa moaned silently as Kev made her reasoning all the while sending heart pounding touches across her skin.

The feel of her thigh...the hand up her shirt... all the pressure... Mischa's heart raced in her chest as her breath got hungrier for more. And more was her goal. Mischa forced herself off the wall and pushed Kev into the back of a couch. It still had plastic over it and so Mischa pulled it off as roughly and quickly as she could as she pushed her tongue into Kevala's mouth. Mischa grabbed tight to Kevala's waist and pushed her over the couch's back rest, but maneuvered in a way so Mischa would fall with her and land on top of her... but in a way where they were laying on the couch in a correct position rather than slide off and hit their head on the floor.

Mischa's hands trailed up from her waist and up her sides feeling the skin of Kev... the fact she was wearing close to nothing wasn't helping Mischa's hunger for the girl at all. Her right hand reached down and grabbed her thigh bringing it up so she could wrap it around her hip. Her right hand remained in its tight grasp as her left hand roughly wrapped itself in Kev's hair. Mischa's thigh pressed in between Kev's legs and Mischa swayed her hips into Kev's

"You're the only one who could make me act like this." she said in a husky whisper. Her face was now buried into her neck as she bit her flesh. It was hard, but not too hard... then she pulled away and her eyes trailed down her form. Mischa smiled one of those "victory smiles" before leaning in and kissing Kevala's chest.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev knew she was weak, but she did not realize until that hand was in her hair how weak she really was....A little whimper escaping purely for Mischa's benefit as she bit her lip and trembled softly under the other girl's touch.

Then as those lips trailed downward, Kev closed her eyes and let out a soft little moan, her body pressing harder against Mischa's as she gripped the other girl's hair tightly..

"Mine...."

It was the softest of sounds, barely lifting upon the air as she shivered and brushed her tongue over her lips, a soft, lustful moan escaping her once more her grip on Mischa's side loosening just enough so that her fingers could trail upward, seeking out the area just over the girls ribs, teasing in nature...seeking out another soft moan, another heated breath...Some sign of pleasure....She needed it....Craved it....And would not stop until she had filled the hunger that burned so deeply inside of her.

[Mischa Badoer]

"Mine...."

Mischa paused as she heard the word followed by the soft moan. Mischa smiled remembering Kevala's possessive nature. She looked up at Kev, her wandering eyes searching those icy hues. Kevala's hand brushed at her ribs as a chill was sent down Mischa's spine. She bit her lip and let out a small gasp as a shrill of "excitement" rushed through her body.

With that smile still plastered to her lips, she leaned in and brushed her lips to Kevala's lobes. "Yours...always yours." Mischa's hands would remove Kev's bra before her other hand brushed at the scar on her hip. Mischa was acknowledging what they both had and how it started... They both accepted each other and their "faults"... Why should they give up now. Her hand ran past the scar now and under her shorts.......

(Time skip..? If not.. well Yar... ignore this next part xD)

Mischa was up and in nothing, her underwear. She was in the kitchen, working her way around all the unpacked boxes and such and trying to find some plates. She had ordered some food from a restaurant and paid them handsomely if they were to deliver....even if that wasn't a service they offered.

When she finally found some plates and forks she scooped out the breakfast equally on each plate. Though...... Mischa wasn't exactly planning on eating it... she just wasn't hungry.

She would set the food on a large cardboard box to create a makeshift table and she walked over to the couch to the sleeping Kev. She would lean unto her knees and lean in close to wake her with a kiss on the lips. If she woke...

"Morning, baby... I made us breakfast."

And anybody who knew Mischa wouldn't believe that and just take it as a joke... Mischa make something and it was actually edible??? LOL yeah right.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev shivered softly at the feel of that delicate touch brushing over the scar that rested upon her hip, a little whimper bit back as she heard those words.

This was her weakness, and she would not deny that any longer. Mischa......was the one thing that could bring her to her knees every time.

With a little growl once more offered, she pinned that body against the wall, shifting only to allow her bra to be removed and then letting her lips find the other girl's neck in a heated rush of wanting kisses........

----Time Skip Cause Yeah, It is already There! XD ----

Kev shifted in the bed, was sound asleep, first night of peaceful and restful sleep she had gotten in some time. Yet that did not stop her from feeling that little kiss to her lips and drawing her slowly out of her slumber....All be it with a whimper and a little groan of unhappiness....But then she had never even pretended to be a morning person......Not even a little...

Nope, she was a big baby when it came to waking.....But then she heard the soft spoken words and lazily cracked open one eye to look at Mischa.....She knew that the words were a lie..Mischa did not cook...that had always been Kev's job or they ordered take out.....Only time Mischa ever cooked was when she wanted to try and then that left Kev waiting on her tummy ache to start as she smiled and forced down the food.....She loved Mischa....NOT her cooking.....Hehe

"I love you...But please tell me it is take out."

That sleepy little smile on her lips as she fidgetted with a bit of her hair, yawning slightly.......Not really wanting to get up yet....SNUGGLES!! Or at least that was what she had in mind....Cause she was spoiled....Just a tad.....

[Mischa Badoer]

"I love you...But please tell me it is take out."

Mischa's lips spread into her large and dorky smile just like how she used to smile. She was happy to hear those three words again... even if they were in a joke that was made at her cooking's expense. Mischa's lips turned into a pout just to prolong the joke. As her brows furrowed she hopped on Kevala knowing damn well she wouldn't like to be rowdy when she just woke up.

"Whats wrong with my cooking?" she laughed and slid off Kev just beside her and slung her arm around the slender girl. "Yeah there is a restaurant down the street... Expensive as hell." she said with a little laugh. she would lean her face in closer to Kev's pressing another quick kiss on her lips...and another..okay one more...


....and one more for the road....


"So we shouldn't let it get cold..." she would finish after her little string of quick kissies! She hopped off and found her shirt that she was wearing the night before. She slid it on, and now all she had on was her booty shorts, bra... and a baggy shirt that she used to just cover up bathing suits and such..or if she ever felt like wearing leggings. She hopped a couple steps over to her home built coffee table and crossed her legs on the ground. "Om nom nom?" she would grab the cup of orange juice and drink it before actually eating... she was gunna hide the fact she wasn't going to eat all her breakfast as good as she can....though it would probably be easy to see... for the fact Kev has seen her high once and probably will understand she has no more appetite as of late....that and Mischa lost a lot of weight since the baby..even skinnier than she was before she was knocked up.

Kev will have to deal with the lack of breakfast going into her stomach...'cause it was either that or her diving in the sea to look for her necklace for another hit...which was quite tempting...

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev could not help but groan in protest at the added weight felt atop her....SOOO not in the mood to play just yet.....No caffinee or coffee.....or sugar....equals one grumpy Kev....But the quick string of kisses that was given did manage to calm her down enough that she simply rolled her eyes and then turned her attention to the now pretending to eat Mischa...

Her brow rose though she honestly didn't need the few questions that ran through her mind to hit before she realized exactly what was going on.

"Still pretty bad on it huh?"

She slipped out of bed and throwing on an oversized t-shirt she made her way to the fridge....

Soda

Soda

Soda

SODA!!!

Barely able to keep the childlike joy she felt at her discovery quiet, she popped the top and downed a long hearty gulp. A shiver shooting down her spine.

She then turned her attention back to Mischa, those icy hues locked on the girl as she leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest.

"So, how is this gonna work? You gonna stay hooked til I get hooked again or you gonna stop?"

She knew it was not that easy but she also knew that they both could not keep doing this shit. They needed something.....something more than where there were currently at.