A Pretty Little Problem (Devon/Open)

[Liana Williams]

Even though it probably would have been best and the most logical to keep living with her parents since the commute wasn't that big of a deal or that long of one - Liana had talked her parents into not only letting her attend 774 put stay in the dorms provided. It was just another step in the direction of a new found independence, or as much as she could get with the continued financial aid of her parents.

the down side to it being that she had to move again. But that was something she was relatively used to and with most of her things being in boxes from the permanent settlement into their new house, it wasn't all that much work. However, she still found the work to get her things into the dorm room left her rather exhausted.

Not even a hot soak in the bath the night before and a couple of aspirin had helped with the unused and worked muscles. It had pained pretty much all day, just the effort to sit in those hard seats at her desk in every class, and she dreaded going to gym at all after lunch. But at the moment she was taking a break - during lunch she enjoyed what she had brought herself, since her mother had made sure to stock the mini fridge as much food as she could - and that would be guarantee to spoil in no time.

Liana would have preferred to have just gotten something ati school to eat but as it was she was walked out from to the courtyard till she found herself relatively quiet spot. Under a tree, Liana made herself comfortable in the grass just as the base of it. Stretching her bare legs out in front her, the stark white color of her slip on van's made her lightly tanned skin seem just a shade darker, and she tugged down on the plaid blue shorts. The solid blue cami she wore bared her arms to the light breeze that shuffled through.

So finally comfortable she dropped the things in her hand next to her and rolled her head to the side, lifting her fingers to press into the tensed, abused tendons at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. A soft groan of easily discerned discontent filtering from between her lips.

[Devon]

Devon didn't really like or dislike the dorms, they were just a way to keep away from his father. Otherwise there was no real advantages, which is probably why he generally didn't spend much time there. He would come and go pretty frequently, and this time was no exception. After coming back from a long, long, walk he had gone in to grab a shower and change up.

After a quick scrub down and change of attire he already was sick of his dorm room, wearing a pair of shorts and a simple t-shirt. Sadly he was out of his normal clothes, but the day was warm enough that it wasn't too big of an issue. With a sigh he walked out of his apartment and walked along the cement path.

When he was passing through the courtyard he was fairly aware of his surroundings, his damp hair tousled by the. Devon didn't immediately noticed that someone he recognized was under one of the courtyard trees, until he spotted an unnatural shade of blue.

Devon glanced toward it to find out what the hell the blue thing was, and found out that it was a pair of plaid blue shorts. While glancing up from a pair of rather distracting legs he paused his step and noticed who wore the odd bit of clothing. With a light grin he walked toward the figure, his footsteps soft on the well trimmed grass.

When within a few feet he heard a soft groan, and knowing it's origin made him curious. Devon crouched down next to the three, the shade it offered not keeping things too cool when the breeze didn't brush under it. "Hey Lia," He greeted, resting his forearms on his knees, glancing curiously at the way she pressed against against the upward trail of her neck.

[Liana Williams]

Glancing up at the sound of her name being said, or rather the shortened form of it drew Liana's attention up and to the side immediately. Her fingers paused in the rather poor job of massaging her own shoulders and she offered a smile to the familiar face. "Hey," she greeted back, not thinking that he would ever be fond of her enough to call her Lia of all things.

Dropping her hands down away from her sore muscles she grabbed the bottle of water she had brought along with her, and twisted the top off. Tipping her head back, caused a twinge to run down the back of her neck and along her spine which brought a noticeable grimace. However she knew she'd get over it in a couple days so she brushed off the discomfort. When she lowered the bottle after a long drink from the cold water, she turned her attention back to the guy crouched next to her.

"So whats going on?" She asked with a small excepting grin, with a subtle raise of her eyebrows. Bending her her knees she shifted her legs together and drew them up a little waiting on his answer, her hand absentmindedly sought the small tuber wear container she had brought along with her. She had sliced up apples, grapes, strawberries and a nice selection of melons - again, thanks for her mother. They were still fresh, having had them bought the evening before, so she lifted it up after taking the lid off and offered him some.

"Hungry?" But regardless if he wanted some or not Liana could feel her stomach protesting with the need to feed, so she grabbed up a piece of fruit, a grape and popped it in her mouth. Even though she'd seen him about school they hadn't had another encounter like the one in the park, and as she chews slowly she tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but every small movement felt in her arms, legs, back, and even her chest. This would be why she enjoyed having professional movers. Liana had no problem admitting that she was not in shape, and wasn't used to physical activity even though she did enough to stay fit. Or look it anyway.

Nonetheless the interaction between them had been pleasant enough, him doing what he could to seemingly get a reaction out of her, and Liana not letting him get to far. But she was having a time with it.

[Devon]

Devon didn't have much going on, he had cleaned himself up after a walk, so when asked what was going on he simply shrugged, not really having anything to say on the matter. But he did notice that she seemed to have more with her then just a charming smile, as she pulled out a contain that seemed to be filled with fruit. From what he could gather from the light breeze it was still fresh enough to smell quite good.

When asked if he was hungry he couldn't really say no, he hadn't done so much as grab a drink after the long walk. He was going to steal a piece of fruit, but he noticed that every time she seemed to move there was a noticeable wince that scrunched up her face. While it looked painful he had to question just what she had done to earn that kind of pain.

"What's wrong? Bad fruit?" He asked with a teasing tone, something she would be used to by now. But all the same he reached out and took a piece of fruit, taking a bite out of a grape. When it didn't turn out to taste like bitter acid he became a little worried, as that obviously wasn't the problem.

Devon scrunched up his brow slightly when he realized that. Frowning he tilted his head and leaned in front of her, stretching his calves with the angle that he moved. "Okay, no jokes then, what's going on with you?"

[Liana Williams]

Rolling her eyes at his comment bad fruit, because apparently she hadn't done very good to just brush off being uncomfortable. In fact she hadn't been worked like she had last night...ever. Resting the plastic container in the cradle of her lap she swiped her palms together then down her slightly aching thighs toward her knees.

"There's nothing wrong with the fruit...yet," she muttered thoughtfully knowing they probably wouldn't be good to eat by tomorrow. So she encouraged him to continue to get all that he wanted. There was no way Liana herself would be able to finish it and didn't particularly want to waste it if at all possible.

She was slightly taken back by the way Devon leaned in suddenly, giving her a speculative, and serious look, demanding what was wrong with her. "Whats going on?" Liana parroted back almost blankly, but in question. "There's nothing...going on," Pulling back a little she raised an eyebrow, wondering if he might be coming down with something. "Besides you know, sitting here."

Making a small gesture in her general area which he was in she smiled again almost unsure of what to say, or what he was going on about. Instead she grabbed up another slice of fruit which happened to be a strawberry, and bit into the half slightly tart fruit, which told her it wasn't quite ripe enough. But it was still good, the way her jaw twinged a little, but was soothed by the sweet aftertaste. Liana figured it could do with a bit of sugar sprinkled over it but it was fine...the taste was fresh and crisp, enjoyable.

Tipping her head she waited on Devon to explain what he was on about. She couldn't seem to find a comfortable spot though and shifted again, it actually feeling good when her back pressed against the bark of the tree. Regardless she continued to eat her fruit slowly, determined to get this eaten, and since she was hungry finding no problem stuffing it in her mouth as fast as her chewing would allow. At least it was fruit she was making a pig of herself out of instead of junk food. She was slightly conscious about that sort of thing, but then again what teenager wasn't these days?

[Devon]

Devon could feel his brow twitch at her response. Sometimes he couldn't tell if she was fucking with him or if she was purposefully thick. Did she think it wasn't obvious that she kept grimacing every time she moved more then a quarter of an inch? He didn't see any bruises or anything, but something was obviously paining her. What was he supposed to guess if she didn't tell him anything though?

With a sigh he reached out and picked enough piece of fruit up for his consumption, not deterred by the fact she had placed the container on her lap. Once done he moved to be in a more comfortable position, staring at her as though he was waiting for her to realize what he was talking about. He'd give that a whole five seconds before his mouth would get the better of him.

"You keep grimacing, that's what I was asking you," He said as though he was holding back his urge to mock her. Although Devon couldn't help but snatch a piece of fruit from her hand so she couldn't use it as an excuse to hold off the answer, determined to figure out what the hell was going on.

[Liana Williams]

By his tone, he seemed to be a little put out by her ignorant act as to what he could have been talking about, but in all honesty she hadn't gotten it. If he would have been a little more clear the first time. Resisting the urge to do something like stick her tongue out at him she made a small disapproving sound when he snatched the fruit out of her hand that she had picked up. But it was quickly replaced by a grin and a raised eyebrow.

"What? You worried over me or somethin'?"

Batting her eyelashes at him she tipped her head, something that was an effort to do seeing as how she not only was sore but she had a crick in her neck. "Why, I didn't know you cared..."

Instead of trying to take back the fruit that had been stolen from her she reached for what was in her lap and picked up a piece of honeydew, bringing it to her lips but catching the look he was giving her out of the corner of her eyes. With her lips parted and the melon hovering just before them took a quick bite before lowering her hand and chewing.

When she swallowed, Liana leaned her head back finding even that a pain, "its fine really, I just moved into the dorms yesterday, so I'm sore as hell. Not to mention I must have slept funny, because I have a crick in my neck."

Her tone brushed it off as something that it wasn't a big deal because to Lia it wasn't. It was unavoidable to feel like this after a day she had, had - and it was probably just a sign to get in shape already to avoid feeling like this again. But how often did she do something strenuous? Not often enough to be really worried about it now that was for sure. In a few days she wouldn't even remember this discomfort, but for now she tried not to be a big baby about...

[Devon]

Devon huffed as she attempted to tease him in return for his concern. he felt frustrated by that, but there was something he noticed at the same time, namely that it looked like quite the struggle for her to tip her head at all. That and when he had noticed her under the three she had her hand pressed to her neck and he actually figured out what was going on, partially, before she informed him.

With that knowledge he made a rather forward decision, which she would figure out one way or another was how he tended to operate. So when he found out she had a crick in her neck he had two thoughts. One was given aloud. "You do realize I probably live within two hundred feet of you, and left you my cell number, right?" He asked with a sigh as he stood and moved stand with his back to the tree.

Devon reached down and pressed his fingers against either shoulder, lifting her up and shifting her forward, only long enough to shuffle himself behind her. After he sat himself down in the warm spot she had left she would be left with the muscle of his thighs pressed lightly against her side, with his fingers gliding up her shoulders to rest on the sides of her neck.

While he was much better at inflicting pain then healing it, he did have a better then average knowledge of what he could do to fix things he inflicted. You can't know how to properly destroy the body if you don't know why it would destroy it, and all that.

Devon would begin by simply resting his hands on her trapezius, the muscle that made the slope of the neck to the shoulder, and down the back. Starting light but gradually applying firm pressure, his thumbs and the stretch between his thumb and index finger. "Hey, hand me back some fruit," He urged, which would be interesting for her to figure it out considering that both of his hands were working on her sore and quite tense muscles.

[Liana Williams]

After informing Devon what was really ailing her, Liana put her attention back on the food in front of, not putting to much merit on his reaction to her teasing or the fact he stood. However she had just put the rest of the melon in her mouth when she felt his hands pressing her shoulders forward. With the way her muscles were protesting with her at the moment her body moved forward with out much effort at all.

Lia just wasn't sure if she could resist the motion and press back against his hand even if she wanted to, and she didn't. More curious then anything she sorta watched him out of the corner of her eye as he slipped in behind her. With the rather intimately close position, found that a heated blush started low on her neck and burned up to her cheeks. Between his legs snugly she once more was put in a position to get a very personal feel for him.

Swallowing thickly and nearly choking on the piece of almost whole chunk of fruit she adjusted herself to a little more comfortable spot, feeling his hands slip up along her skin to either side of her neck, quickly followed by a slight pressure that made her shoulders sag almost instantly. For some reason she was reminded of his earlier comment of him living some two hundred feet away from her and that he had left his number with her. Yes she remembered, having picked up the twenty the card had fallen out.

The number was already in her phone, but she didn't divulge that bit of information and instead of having anything to say about it she let out a small noise, more along the lines of a grunt that tapered off to a moan, but was airy almost like a sigh. It just felt really damn good to have the knots worked out. Liana found herself slumping forward a little when his hands moved down her back, enjoying it all so much she nearly didn't catch his request - which she hadn't asked for, but was in no way going to discourage.

"Huh?" She grunted before her expression cleared and relaxed again, "oh...yeah," without thinking she picked up a grape lifting her hand hold it over her shoulder and leaving it there for him to take.

[Devon]

Devon had noticed while he started on he shoulders that there was a slight red tinge to her neck, which wasn't there before, and couldn't help but smirk a little thinking about her blushing out of his view. Sure, he was doing it to help her out, but the fact he got a rise out of her was satisfying all the same. Other then their first meeting he generally didn't get quite this touchy-feely with her when he was looking to get a reaction from her, which probably helped the spread of her blushing.

Now he just needed to keep his hormones in check long enough to properly fix her up, which she didn't make all that much easier as she began to squirm against the inside of his thighs while she tried to get herself comfortable. Luckily that stopped when he began working on her shoulders, which quickly reacted to his knowledgeable but not well trained hands. He still had been waiting for her to tell him why she didn't drop by to ask for help or, hell, call his cell. It was the most surefire way to contact him.

Devon shrugged that off and smirked as she began making airy little noises, giving him the hint that he was doing better then he thought. He continued the pressure, slowly working his hands up after reaching the bottom stretch of the offending muscle. Soon after she realized he asked for more fruit, although she grunted as his left thumb brushed over a tense spot. Soon after she held a grape over her shoulder, remembering again.

Without guessing what kind of reaction it would cause he ducked his head down and opened his lips, closing them over the tips of her fingers while his teeth nipped down on the grape. Pulling back and letting his lips drag over her fingers, and started chewing heartily once he was leaning back a bit more. He mumbled his thanks, only to say, "Keep it comin'."

His hands slow progression reached the top of her shoulders, and he moved on to pressing the inside of his index fingers against the side of her neck while his thumbs pressed upward and circled outward. He would keep going in this way until he reached the top of her spine, and would preform the same action moving down her neck, still expecting to snatch fruit from over her shoulder.

[Liana Williams]

Liana was so into enjoying the massage that bordered on pain in some spots, but relishing the forced way the tension was made to give up that the hand she had held over her shoulder drooped a little. However the lax state the muscles in her arms took, were instantly snapped back firm when she felt the purposeful move of Devon's lips moving over the tips of her fingers. The way his teeth nipped the fruit out from her grasp making her stomach clench, and become once more aware of her position.

When he had started it had been a momentary distraction for Liana, and now she had to take a deep breath, but found herself nodding at his request. She was sure she had a smart ass remark to counter, but at the moment the way Devon's fingers pressed down in the still tired and screaming tissue - she couldn't be bothered with much more then to be aware of him or rather what he was doing.

Eventually her head lulled forward again, and her eyes rolled closed, her own hand hovering over the container of fruit, intending to hand back another bite, but stalling to just enjoy the massage. The small noises continued when he hit a particularly sensitive spot or just the right one, her face flinching when his thumb ran over sore pits, but not protesting at all. Liana almost wanted to stretch out on her stomach and let him continue that way, because she felt like she could all asleep any second.

It was the push of his fingers, digging in into a particularly tender area that had her jerking to attention. Her back arching in a cringe away from the sensation a small noise of protest along with her sitting up straighter then before. Brushing it off though and not wanting him to stop, it got her to at least pick up another bit of fruit and hand it back. "Don't stop," even if he wasn't thinking about it she didn't want to chance. Waiting on him to take it from her in presumably the same way, she removed the small tub from her lap to move it over to the ground.

With that out of her way, Liana brought her legs the rest of the way up and leaned her head down to rest her forehead against the top of her knees. As long as he was feeling generous she wasn't going to dissuade him.

[Devon]

Devon had continued on with greatest patience, plucking a piece of fruit from her every few moments when she kept enough attention on anything but relaxing before she finally forgot to hand him back fruit all together. Although he was disappointed he decided to take it as a compliment, as she obviously enjoying it enough to forget to even feed herself, which made it interesting.

But he stumbled onto a spot that caused her to flinch, he could feel it through her muscles even without needing to hear a noise, only to work it out and watch her slump forward. It was starting to make it harder for him to continue as she continued to slip forward, looking like she was slowly working her way down to her stomach. All the same she continued moaning airily, asking him not to stop.

But she kept leaning forward until she finally stopped, but resting her chin on her knees, but she was so far forward it was nearly impossible to keep it up. Instead of shuffling forward he moved his hands to the back of her shoulders and easily pulled her back, already her muscles loosely he expected to find it easy to pull her back so she was resting against his chest fully.

The warmth was nice, especially with the light breeze brushing leaves together as it passed by. After angling his elbows outward he found it easy to continue the massage, but with her leaning back he was actually able to watch her react to his hands work. Already he was finding it hard-- difficult!-- to ignore the sounds she was making, but now to glance down at her while she relaxed was too much to ignore.

With his hands still working on the top of her shoulders he lowered his head, tilted slightly, and without warning brushed his lips against Liana's. Devon had started the touch as a soft brush, driven by the sudden urge he felt when he saw her sweet expression. But once he could taste the fruit she had so recently ate on her lips he couldn't help but press more deeply, the tip of his tongue drawing across her lips, the taste of grape and melon standing out clearly between them.

[Liana Williams]

Her new position apparently hindered Devon in his massage, but like a unattended marionette she just seemed to slump forward, relaxing damn nearly completely under his rhythmic and firm touch. It wasn't until she felt herself being tugged back that she wanted to grumble in complaint, finding herself more the pliant at the moment, with her rough night of sleep, and now this had her drifting a little. Her light green orbs stayed hidden behind her eye lids, feeling herself being settled right up against the boy behind her.

Still she didn't open her eyes because his hands were continuing to work over the strained muscle in her neck, making her eyes feel like they could roll back if her eyes weren't already shut. Her chin tipped up slightly completely engaged in the moment unconcerned for the way it looked for anyone that might pass by (they weren't the ones getting a massage, so really couldn't understand). Liana's full lips parted letting out a sigh, her tongue trailing over the pale pink flesh.

Without thought she shifted again, moving her legs again to stretch out in front of her, leaving her knees only slightly bent. She had forgotten to continue to give Devon the pieces of fruit he had asked for, but he hadn't said anything so it was a passing thought to her at the moment, what she wasn't expecting though was when he shifted noticeably, however slight. The next sensation - the light brush of his lips over hers, making her eyes shudder open for just a second.

She felt the air catch in her chest in her chest when she felt his tongue drag across her lips, parting them almost against any conscious thought she had, to deepen it. There was almost no sensible rationale involved with going with the motion of it, finding that he was...in fact a very good kisser. There was something very forthcoming about the dominate arrangement, though it wasn't forcefully, something was still very demanding underlying with a want from her.

It wasn't her first rodeo with kissing a boy or being in any sort of intimate close proximity either, but...there was still the lingering question of what might have brought it on. Liana had honestly no clue that he might have been interested in that way about her. Other then the sometimes obscene teasing she had endured, she could only chalk this up to hormones - knowing that the scene was brimming with enough of it, so something was bound to happen.

Still she didn't pull back and only waited for the kiss to tapper off, through the entire thing her body heating up as a cursory reaction. And with her hands having no where to go, one smoothed up the line of the top of thigh, the other rested just below the top of his knee.

[Devon]

Devon was surprised with himself. It wasn't the first time he stole a kiss from a woman, but it clearly felt different. The warmth of her lips was more noticeable, the taste sweeter, and it perplexed him. As did the fact that instead of bonking him in the head or dropping a little contain over fruit over his head only compounded baffled him further.

The kiss lingered softly, long enough to feel her hand rest on his knee. But even though he slipped his head back, it was only by two inches, his brown hues glancing over her expression. He didn't know how she would react to him, but he wouldn't press harder. This wasn't the teasing Devon who just wanted to get a rise out of her, he wouldn't make a joke or crack a grin.

Instead the intimate sense of warmth lingered about him, waiting to see how she would respond to him. Although he couldn't help but let the tip of his tongue brush along his lips, and swallowing his adam's apple slipping down and then shifting back up again as he swallowed thickly, inexplicably and uncharacteristically nervous.

[Liana Williams]

If the air had felt like it had still in her throat, it made her chest burn and Liana wasn't quite sure why she was letting him just go ahead and take the kiss. The last time she had been a quite compromising situation she had dumped a gallon of milk on him then hit him with the jug. She wouldn't consider herself easy at all, and even if she could do her fair share of teasing she normally was adamant on when and where or who got their mouth anywhere close to any part of her anatomy.

So it was like all the grief they had been giving each other for the past couple weeks, the verbal quips when they saw each other had accumulated to a single, slow lingering kiss. And, well - Liana unconsciously was on the same plain as Devon on this one...she wasn't sure what to make of it. There wasn't anything unpleasant about in the least, and she wasn't naive enough to play the blushing virgin. Though her face was warm it was dusted pink for a different reason entirely.

When Devon pulled back slightly, Liana's eyes finally cracked back open, heavily - question mixed in with something else on her face showing. There was no teasing on his behalf and for a little while she herself couldn't even really think. The kiss had been an entirely reversal of what she had expected out of his character. Her lips parted a little more, a breath inhaled - like she was going to speak, but finding nothing able to pass through.

She stayed cradled in the rather personal hold of his body, between his legs and her back pressed flush against the length of him firmly. Her lightly colored orbs steadily regained a bit of their clarity, noticing more and more then just her body against his, but the fact his hands had stopped - the suddenly seemingly nervous gestures he adopted, like like the way he swallowed noticeably with some effort.

Usually Liana was not one that was at a loss for words, oh sure some were coming to mind mostly what had that been for? But instead of that, what did make its way out of her brain and past her mouth was, "well if that's what you had wanted in exchange for the massage you could have just asked."

Her words were obviously meant to be taken as a joke, or teasing on her part but the inflection in her tone was missing. The way her pulse had picked up at the tingle inducing embrace had yet to really settle and she willed it to so, as she didn't move a muscle from her spot.