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[Liana Williams]

((Continued from- Can You Recognize My F A C E))

Liana had realized that it would have been a bad idea to get to comfortable in one spot like the barstool for long, so when the smell of coffee had waken her up some time later she had shifted out of the kitchen - but not before turning the coffee machine off. She hadn't thought she would be as tired as she really was, but it seemed that the events of last night had left her exhausted. For some reason.

Not putting to much thought on the event though, she switched the laundry to the dryer before heading upstairs to her own bed. She barely had the mind to toe off her shoes and shimmy out of her pants before slipping into bed - just laying on top of the comforter.

It was hours later before she woke up again, hearing something shuffling downstairs in the otherwise silent house. There shouldn't have been anything to disturb the stillness she was used to experiencing when she woke. And it jerked her coldly to her senses, her eyes springing open and her body twitching to attention where she laid.

Her heart beat a little fast in her chest at being suddenly woken up like she had been, the creeping feeling not allowing for the pulse to settle at all. Slowly she sat up a frown on her lips as she pushed her legs over the side of the bed and padding to the door. Liana remembered that she had left the door unlocked the night before, and gritting her teeth a little her hand wrapped around the aluminum bat by her door, knocking off the catchers glove that hand been hanging on top of it. It was a present from her dad one year years ago (if Lia didn't know any better she would swear the man was trying to make her a boy).

Gripping it solidly she tiptoed out of her room and to the banister outside her door, walking along it until she could creep to the top landing and peered down. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but her hands tightened when she heard something else bumping around what sounded like the kitchen. She never once thought that it might be Devon so she made her way down carefully, anxiety humming through her as she turned the corner to the kitchen and all at once feeling a sweep of relief mixed with exasperation.

The feeling was accompanied by a audible noise of irritation and a roll of her eyes as she lowered the bat. After pushing her hand over her face and through her hair Liana headed over muttering under breath as she dropped the bat to the counter top and walked to the fridge. Sending Devon a flat look as she pulled the milk out and pointed to the cabinet were the bowls were. "You scared the hell out of me," she continued to mutter almost to herself, as she made her way to the pantry to get a box of cereal.

[Devon]

The morning had come rather quickly for Devon, likely due to the near hollow pit of acid that had replaced his stomach. With a groan he had gotten off the couch, nearly tripping himself up when he didn't remember putting anything over himself. It had taken a minute to remember the previous day, and most of it was in a haze of white in his mind. But his top priority was of course, food.

And so he went to the kitchen, after checking virtually every other room in the lower part o the house, and started rummaging around. Nothing was where he thought it would be, of course. But he had found cereal in one place and left it on the counter, and went in search for bowls, which proved to be more difficult.

Devon glanced over his shoulder, finding a rather nervous looking young woman holding a bat aloft. If he didn't know better he would think he made her nervous. The details of the previous day were a bit sketchy, but he got the cliff notes. It took a while to compose himself but he turned and grumbled at her as he stepped back and watched her go for the milk and point at the cabinets, which he assumed held bowls.

"What, aren't used to the stray dogs you drag home to wind up hungry?"

After that little retort he would glance down and wouldn't bother holding back his instincts to behave exactly like himself. When her back was turned to him, as she was reaching for the milk, Devon stepped up behind her. With one hand he reached past her and grabbed the milk, and with the other his palm smacked into a pantie clad cheek.

"Was last night good for you?" Devon whispered, grinning the whole time., taking note that her pants were off in the most direct way possible. His fingers brushed along the curve of her cheek before he pulled back his hand and turned around to place the milk on the counter next to the cereal.

[Liana Williams]

While at the fridge she gave a tired huff and actually rolled her eyes up, unaware of her state of dress or the fact her light brown wavy hair was mused in a bid ridden way. It just wasn't the most foremost thought on her mind at the moment, but as she reached for the jug of milk she was made to pause and tense noticeably the sound of skin slapping ringing in her ear. It took only a split second to register that it had been his hand slapping her ass....

Before she could spin around spit out an angry retort she was ashamed to find the intent to take action cut into by a tingle down her spin when his hand smoothed over the curve of her ass, in a deliberate fashion. His words brought an instant red hue to her cheeks, more indignant then anything. Liana was hardly used to be treated in a way, and as she had rationalized last night, she was hardly a virgin, but that didn't mean she liked to be treated like a slut.

She wasn't easy, and she wasn't up for playing grab ass - literally.

Turning on her heels sharply she glared his way, not sure exactly what she should say. Instead of getting anything verbal across, since she was unable to, she took a few paces forward right up next to him and took back the milk when he placed it on the counter. Stepping back she cocked an eyebrow. Did he really think she was okay with that? Of course he could assume he could do what ever he wanted, they didn't know each other by any means.

Which only added to the fact he had no right...in her mind anyways.

"Who hell do you think you are?" She asked damn near curiously but the words undeniably colored with her irritation. First he just went rummaging through her kitchen feeling right at home, then he went and felt her up? Her weight settled on her left foot, cocking her hip out in a rather impatient pose as she waited for him to answer - which she expected would be something either smart ass or domineering if the events from last night and this morning were any clue.

[Devon]

Devon was just as forward as always, doing nothing to hold back his base desires. With her cheek exposed and pointed toward him what else could he be expected to do, as a full red blooded teenager with absolutely no inhibitions to touch a strange girl that way. He vaguely remembered her undressing him while he was shivering cold, seemed like a good pay off to him.

Of course he wasn't expecting her to steal his damn milk in retaliation! He turned on her, glaring at her. Even her flushed cheeks weren't enough to hold off his frustration, he needed that milk to fill the uncomfortable sloshing of acid. He glanced her over as she cocked her hip, asking a rather stupid question considering that she knew who he was.

Devon stepped forward, his foot landing between her legs, and behind her feet. With his muscled calf pressing up against her he once again dropped his hands to her previously caressed cheeks. He lifted her up and pressed her against the fridge. With his body pressed against her, pinning her against the fridge, the contrast of heat and cold would be quite the contrast as he leaned down.

"I'm Devon Richards, pleased to meet you."

[Liana Williams]

Her eyes were merely narrowed in return for his glare when he rounded on her - it was her milk at least he could do was say he was sorry for slapping her ass and acting like he had a right to do it in the first place. Her expression because one of barely patient expectancy for something. What she got instead of an I'm sorry was not what she saw coming in the least.

When he stepped forward, pushing his way into her comfort zone, her personal space Liana felt herself tense up all over again, figuring this could not end well. And she was right, quicker then she could react (another reoccurring pattern with this guy) she found herself pinned up against her refrigerator, his thigh in between hers, and her back arching a little off the cool surface. Which in turn only made her press into him more - all of that, and the surprise that she had been taken by was accompanied by a small gasp.

Liana almost didn't hear what he had to say, the slick one liner nearly expected though. But instead of saying anything back, feeling as though she couldn't' probably retort with anything at this point seeing as what kind of position she found herself in, Lia glared fiercely through her blush still present and a tremble barely covered up. Her hand had found purchase on his shoulder firmly regardless of all that, the last thing she wanted was to find herself flat on her ass...which would only add injury to insult.

Only one form of retaliation came to mind and even though her pulse pounded a little heavier under her skin then it should of she flicked the cap off the jug with her thumb, her frown turning up a small smirk, if only briefly, "can't say its a pleasure then Devon...did you want that milk now?"

With that lifted the carton and turned it upside down, totally okay with the fact that as much of it spilled out it got on her as well. Gritting her teeth through it with a forced smile she didn't stop till it was all nearly gone, splashing and sloshing down and to the floor in milky little curtains. With a straight face Lia righted the plastic carton and kept an eye on Devon, her only other movement to flick her tongue across her lips were the whole milk had splashed up onto her face.

[Devon]

Alright, so he wasn't the smoothest guy around. But when he came down to straight up dominance he had a definite flair. Of course that seemed to be completely lost on the girl, who got over her embarrassment or whatever else she had been feeling rather quickly. It was too bad really, he enjoyed the way she had unintentionally arched her chest against his own.

Devon had a lot of imagination, but even he hadn't expected her to fuck up his breakfast by dumping a gallon of milk on his head. Closing his eyes he sighed, the chill that ran down his body giving him a stark reminder of the previous night that he could have gone without. He took the milk and her retort without comment, just having his eyes closed and keeping himself pressed tight against her.

When he opened his eyes he glanced down at her, his eyes holding no anger or irritation. No, he had two things going through his mind. He was hungry, and he was hungry. And she just happened to have milk splashed across her face, as well as him. Devon's tongue slipped out and took away a small trail of cool milk from beside his lip. And he just so happened to notice she had milk on her as well.

" Yes, actually, I do want my milk now." Wearing a thin smirk he dipped down and dragged his tongue slowly up from her collar bone, shifting himself up until he flicked his tongue across her cheek. He leaned back and pressed his fingers deeper against her cheeks, his brow raised as he considered his options.

[Liana Williams]

Had it had been any other guy, she would have placed a winning bet that they would have dropped her, getting the hint and she had actually steeled herself for that, but what he did do she didn't see coming...again. Something icy and cool stepped down her spine when he actually had the nerve to accompany his words with action, flicking his tongue over the milk covered skin of her collar bone in a lingering trail all the way up to her cheek.

Without thought her body accommodated the action even though her mind was sent reeling with incredulity. She found that her chin tipped up and her eyes half way shut, her neck exposing itself to the lazy flick of his tongue before he finally pulled back, though the hand on her backside tightened its grip.

It was enough to make her squirm - she couldn't plead ignorance she knew tingly little feelings all that induced and what they meant. Still didn't mean she appreciated it...or thought it proper, in any matter. Liana just really couldn't wrap her mind around all this, and how he thought it was okay to do it. Giving a small noise in the back of her throat she lifted the empty jug and knocked it to the back of his head, the hollow thud ringing out in the spacious area of the kitchen - with its high ceilings resounding the noise.

"That was not an open invitation to use me like a milk saucer," she quipped shifting against him and giving him the silent clue she wanted out of the hold - though essentially she wasn't going anywhere unless he stepped back. The blush on her face, she was sure was still there despite the cool down from the diary product and if she could get her hands on something heavier she wouldn't think twice about using it too.

Liana kind of got the impression he was going this on purpose, testing her and pushing her buttons, but she wasn't about just go along with it. She had been nice enough to show enough kindness to give him a place to stay - was even alright with feeding him this morning - but free gropes? Licking? That was second date stuff right there...

[Devon]

Devon was paying attention to four things, and only four things, in that inappropriately intimate moment he forced on her. One was the way the thin trial of milk tasted, rich and creamy, which seemed fitting given the place he drew his tongue. The second was how she slowly tilted her chin upward, the smooth column of her throat being exposed to him before he finally flicked her chin with the tip of his tongue. The third was that he could feel her lithe body squirmed against him, and in his grasp.

With a grin he noted the forth item, and surprisingly the most important. After she made a rather interesting noise in the back of her throat, she bopped him on the back of the head. Not even remotely painful, obviously, but it got his attention in a way she wouldn't have expected. If he hadn't reacted at all to him, in a more intimate sense, he would've written her off as boring. And if she had let him continue without protest he would've discounted her due to the fact that he would interpenetrate it as falling into another potential pitfall relationship.

So instead of putting him off, it all just made him more interested in her. Officially she switched labels from another fruit loop to a genuinely interesting woman. Devon let his the right corner of his lips twist into a small smirk at her quip, to which he simply responded. "Interesting." Although he was withdrawing he wasn't about to let a few more chances to tease her.

While lowering her back to the floor he let the pads of his fingers brush along her cheeks and up across the soft material of her panties. Not to mention that he hadn't pulled back his leg, which would leave gravity to push her down fairly firmly against his kneecap before her toes would be touching the floor. Still wearing the confident smirk he stepped back, glancing to the fridge.

"You have more milk, or do I have to wring out my hair?"

[Liana Williams]

Sure she wasn't sure if she should be relieved she was being put down or put out that he deliberately made a show of doing it in a slow pace. Letting out a breath and trying to ignore the obvious pressure and friction caused by his placing her to her feet again she gritted her teeth together, with her eyes narrowing, now more for the smirk on his face. He obviously found something very amusing, and she wasn't sharing the sentiment.

When Devon stepped back, Liana was left standing in the rather large puddle of milk and she was put out to realize she was going to have to clean that up now...before her parents got home that night. Chucking the jug into the sink near them she inched her way to the side away from the fridge, and him carefully so she didn't bust her ass in the process. Her expression twisted a little at the thought he proposed of getting his milk.

"There's another half gallon in there," she said resolved to the situation nonetheless. While he was busy filling his stomach and his attention wasn't on her she took the opportunity to pad her way mindfully toward the utility closet just outside the kitchen and grab the mop.

No time like the present to get that taken care of, and she'd rather do it before it started to dry. It took a bit of time and effort to actually get it all cleared up, having to resort to a kitchen towel, or two to get the most of it. But with warm water running in the kitchen sink she finished it up - of course giving Devon time to eat what he wanted. It wasn't lost on her either that she did all that in her underwear - when she became aware of it rather obviously a little earlier on their encounter against the Frigidaire.

The next thing on her mind after that, was getting upstairs to change...quickly. Sparing a look over her shoulder, determined not to look affected by all this, she gestured down the hall as she stepped to the door leading out of the kitchen, "the laundry room is back there, your clothes should be dry."

With that she disappeared beyond the threshold and was making her way up to her room again to at least slip on a pair of shorts. Liana stalled there as long as she could giving him time to take care of what he needed to, and not give him incentive or encourage him to pull another stunt with her. That and she had seen/felt enough of the boy to last her. Scrubbing her face, Lia sat down heavily on t he edge of her and sighed, thinking that the start of this day...had been interesting to say the least...

[Devon]

Devon was informed of the half-gallon of milk left in the fridge, and without pause he went to grab it up. After all, he was still starving, as the sloshing pit of acid in his stomach attested to. After pulling the half-gallon out, bringing it around to the counter. It didn't take long for him to whip up the obligatory bowl of cereal.

He waved a spoon vaguely over his shoulder as though he was dismissing the reminder that his clothes should be dry. They may be, but his hair was damp with milk, which made it rather hard to care if dry clothes were around. Without sitting down he bent forward and began to shovel food into his mouth, sighing as the milk began to soothe his stomach.

It took only a couple minutes for him to finish it off, and once done he actually had the presence of mind place the bowl and spoon in the sink before he went in search for clothes. After pulling his clothes out of the dryer he went in search of the bathroom, which he found easily enough. Devon tossed off the borrowed clothes and washed off the milk, his upper half leaning over the shower as he blasted water through his hair.

After drying off he pulled on his own clothes, actually feeling pretty grateful to have his own clothes on his back again. He tugged a bit at his clothes, getting himself comfortable. Sighing he shook his head, droplets of water spraying the inside of the shower before he would finally leave the bathroom. The only thing that hadn't dried out was his shoes, but he was fine with wandering around barefoot.

And he wound up wandering to find the Liana, as he was still curious about a few things. And he wasn't at all shy about starting off, as he found her sitting on her bed. Leaning his shoulder against the door frame he abruptly started his conversation with the desired topic. "How could you know who I was, after ten years?"

[Liana Williams]

Liana had left Devon on his own downstairs, the assumption being that he'd be able to find everything, and it was something that she wasn't to terribly worried over. The longer she sat on the edge of her bed the more aware of how the milk on her skin felt drying...very unpleasant. And with a sigh she stood, her fingers catching the ends of her shirt and tugging up to pull it off. Using it she wiped what she could from her neck chest and what had soaked through on her shirt.

She particularly liked her new bedroom because it came with its own bathroom, small but just what she needed. Pushing open the door Liana stood at the sink, dropping the shirt to the floor to be picked up later, and grabbed the face towel hanging on the towel rack near her. Twisting the tap on she started cleaning herself up, but found that she would need more then this to get the job done, so shimming out of her shorts and underwear again she turned to the small shower off to her left.

Without worrying about the perfect temperature, Liana hoped in quickly shivering at the cold water and unable but to sort of move in one spot shifting on her feet and rubbing her arms at the cold water that was most dominant in the pipes at the moment. Forcing herself to move she turned and ducked her head under the water. Grabbing the soap to quickly wash away the milk not wanting her skin to smell sour when it dried all the way.

Running her soapy hands through her hair as she let the warming water wash away the suds on her skin, she got as clean as she was going to get in the span of five minutes. At least she wouldn't smell bad now, she thought to herself as she turned off the water and brushed the water from her eyes before stepping out. Getting her towel around her and not bothering to suppress another shiver Liana was quick to dry herself so she could get dressed. Within another few minutes, she was sitting perched on the edge of her bed, her damp hair over one shoulder as she picked a brush through the knotted mess.

There was no clue of how long she was sitting there exactly but when she heard Devon's voice from her doorway she jerked to attention almost bodily. The question...was lost on her for a moment and she just frowned at him. He remembered that from last night? Of all the things that she could possibly have said...well of course he did. Letting out another sigh Liana ducked her chin down or a moment, lowering her hands, tapping the flat end of her brush against her thigh, thoughtfully.

How could she explain it? She already probably seemed pretty weird, stalker-ish even, but it wasn't like that. Taking a steadying breath in Liana stood, giving a narrowed look as she walked to her dresser. There were a few books, journals, and photo albums. With her pointer finger she tugged out a particularly worn looking hard backed journal with brown leather encasing cover. Instead of going to her bed again she just turned to sink down into her seat.

Clearing her throat she could feel her face heat up again - this wasn't something she had shown anyone not even her parents. Flipping through a couple pages she finally paused on one toward the middle - she hadn't written in it for years...but it was still full. Tracing her fingers over the page she finally gripped the book and held it out in his direction. He'd see his name, a date, even a brief description of the place and what had happened. "You wouldn't be the only one in that," if he took it she'd drop her arm looking to the side. "If I saw someone that caught my attention I'd try to learn their name and put them in there, along with the day. It went the same for places I had been, or just anything I saw, that I thought was interesting."

It wasn't a journal because it didn't hold down any thoughts, just descriptions of things, so she wouldn't forget. "We moved so much, it felt like if I had that at least it was like something normal." Unexpectedly she got anxious over the fact she had told him any of that. She should have just told him she had been stalking him for the last ten years and she was now making her move. The thought actually crossed her mind to joke about it but her mouth was clamped shut.

[Devon]

Devon glanced the girl over, feeling a tinge of disappointment. It would be clear to both of them that they had washed up in separate bathrooms, as both of them had a dampness to their skin and hair. But he couldn't help but think that she looked much better showing off her thighs more before she slipped into a pair of shorts.

For himself he had put on that same pair of cargo beige cargo pants that hung off his hips, with his tank top resting two inches bellow the waist of his pants. With his shoulder resting against the door frame he felt a bit out of place though, even wearing his own clothes. He didn't often go without something heavier, even if it was a hot and humid day, and could never seem to break the habit.

Following her movements with his now normally formed pupils, surrounded by rich brown, he became curious of what she was going after. What did her diary have to do with it, did she remember him just because she wrote it down? That didn't seem like enough. With a huff he slipped his hands into his pockets, each of his thumbs resting in a belt loop of his pants, which would probably make her nervous considering she knew there wasn't much underneath at the time.

Once he was closer Devon leaned forward and began reading, curious what she wrote, but only glancing it over before he figured out the basics. He glanced up at her as he stood upright, his eyes focusing on hers intently, not letting the heat that rushed to her cheeks go unnoticed. "It can't just be that. You found me stumbling through a park, late in the evening, and your first thought was 'Devon!' because you wrote it in a diary?"

Sighing he shook his head. "There's something missing in that equation."

[Liana Williams]

When she finally did say something, a frown steadily worked down on her lips, not finding his answer at all what she wanted to hear. Especially since this hadn't been privy to anyone before. Why did she think it was necessarily a good thing to show him? Who knows. But Liana snapped the book closed and put it smartly back in place as her lips pursed thinly and she let out a breath.

"You're right, you've got me," her tone coming across as obviously sarcastic as she lifted a hand in mock surrender, "I've been stalking you for the last ten years."

Taking a few steps to stand in front of him, "and all this was apart of my master plan to get you in my house, drug you with that milk you just had and keep you locked up in my closet where I have a shrine made of you out of ear wax and cat fur..."

Her hands went to rest lightly on her hips, an eyebrow raised with an expression that obviously said really now?. If he believed her spiel she had some beach front property to sell him in the Gobi desert...

Taking a breath and dropping her irritated and defensive posture, but there was just no way she could explain that the kid she had seen ten years ago at the park had the same look as the guy last night. Sort of lost, and alone, physically he had changed - looked practically nothing like she remembered, but it was a gut feeling that told her she was right...and as it turned out she was.

It was a normal occurrence to be right on the money the first assumption she made - not always but ninety percent of the time. "If that's not a good enough reason I don't know what to tell you," Liana said again in all seriousness, her tone audibly resolved on the issue, but obviously not going any further on it. She didn't know what she could say to make it anymore believable for him and "a gut feeling" probably wasn't going to cut it for him either.

[Devon]

Devon noticed a frown forming over the girls features, but he couldn't guess why she did such. He was just pointing out that it didn't feel right, and it still didn't, even after her rather annoying and clearly sarcastic quips. Obviously the label stalker was inappropriate, it wasn't like he wouldn't notice a girl following him around. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly, he would've noticed someone hanging around.

With a heavy sigh he stepped forward and reached out to pluck the book from her possession, holding it open so he could take a look at it. Although if denied he wouldn't pester her by keep trying to grab it, he was merely interested now, as she clearly took it seriously, and he still felt like she was holding something back.

Oddly enough the thing she would hide from him, thinking he wouldn't believe it, was the reason he didn't believe her.

"So that's why you helped me out?" Surprisingly the word help wasn't strained, at least not all that much. He didn't say it with any real conviction, but he wasn't exactly denying the fact either. It was still awkward for him, no one helped him with anything, which included any relationships he had thus far. The only person who had done anything for him was his Father, which he didn't want anymore, and this young woman which remembered him for ten years.

Considering their age it was rather odd, and given the fact she helped him instead of asked something of him it simply felt awkward. Of course he felt no shame of the vague images he had of her helping him undress and dress again, but more that he was helped at all. The confusion would be clear in his expression, his gears grinding, and perhaps reminding her that in a brief state of lucidity during the night he had assumed she was only doing it because of his Father.

[Liana Williams]

Liana just let him have the journal without any resistance - not point in hiding it from him now, he'd already seen/heard what was in it for the most part. His expression displayed obvious skepticism for her explanation or rather he found it rather hard to swallow. And when she walked over to her bed again slipping down to the edge of her bed to sit she picked back up her brush and cast him a look.

With a light shrug and taking the attention away from him to put on the task of brushing the tangles out of her long hair she answered, "I guess. I mean I wasn't sure if you were the same person..."

Setting the brush to the side, Liana bent a leg so she propped her foot on t he edge of the bed in front of her her hands lacing together just below her knee and leaned back a little. "Why wouldn't I help you anyway? Even if I didn't know you." Which she supposed was the case.

He was a stranger, and she had taken a big chance in deciding to help in the way she had - she knew it was just asking for someone to take advantage of her, but she had realized that earlier when she made the decision. It seemed the question up for debate was her reason why. Honestly she didn't know if she would do this for anyone else - if her memory hadn't been jogged during the encounter, the memory spurred and gut feeling had - Liana really didn't know if she would have gone through the same lengths.

She had promised herself back then though that if she ever managed to run into this Devon again she would do what she could to get to know him, see what kind of person he was or at the very least speak to him. It was sort of some weird logic she had adapted, but it worked for her she wasn't like other people in that respects she supposed. Liana liked to think she took a different but open minded approach to anything that came her way.

"Whats so hard in understanding I might have done it just because I wanted to? Does it really matter I had a gut feeling that you were the same Devon Richardson from the park ten years ago?"

Even though she had said to herself she wouldn't tell him that she had only had the gut feeling it was him, she wound up doing it anyways, finding that she couldn't explain it any other way, and she was starting to feel like she needed to justify it in someway to him.