Round 2 [Serafion]

[Serafion Awren]

Serafion's hands traveled as she pressed into his kiss. His left hand grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifting up, breaking the kiss only to tear the shirt off of her body, then quickly returning to the kiss. His right hand sliding under her pants, his left hand going back to work on the bra as he pressed his lips against her, his tongue against hers. He was very into the moment, and he dropped down onto his knees with her still wrapped around him. After her bra was unhooked he used his left hand to push against the ground a bit as he lowered her down against the grass.

Serafion hadn't thought about how public they were right now, but it was late and he didn't see anyone around at the moment. The evening was losing light rather quickly, and he enjoyed the view of the sun setting and her beneath him on the grass. His hand left the back of her pants and moved to the front of them, unbuttoning himself first, and then her..........

*time skip*

Serafion was laying against a nearby tree, he had walked over after everything was over. His coat was by this tree and he took a seat, looking over towards wherever Sara had been with a smile on his face. He had no words to say right away, he was simply enjoying the time they had together as he grabbed his coat. He motioned for her to come over, and if she did he'd say, "Come, sit... sit...."

After which time he would pull his coat over the both of them like a blanket and put an arm around her. He was used to the cold, and these warm San Fransisco nights were like a summer day back home.

[Sara Quinn]

Wow... Just wow. That was all she could think. His age no longer mattered to her as she looked over at him from her position on the ground. She had to stop coming to this park... The fact that they were in public didn't bother her. Not like it was the first time =_=" She saw him motion for her, and she sighed. Couldn't he just come to her DD: Guess not...

"Come, sit... sit...."

She pushed herself up, grabbing her shirt and bra and other clothes. She walked over to him and dropped her bra on the ground. she pulled her shirt over her head, ignoring the bra, and then pulled on her panties. She dropped into his lap and nuzzled her face into his neck, planting soft kisses on his collar bone.

He pulled the coat over them and she relaxed. "So much for training you..." She sighed, letting out a small laugh. "Where the hell did you learn that? You should be like... Playing with action figures..." She didn't mean it offensively, but really. This wasn't supposed to have happened. Sleeping with him hadn't been on the list of planned festivities D< She ran her hand along his chest apologetically. "Really though... Don't think I'm going to go easy on you because of this."

[Serafion Awren]

"So much for training you... Where the hell did you learn that? You should be like... Playing with action figures... Really though... Don't think I'm going to go easy on you because of this."

"Girls came to me back home. They were thinking I was younger version of Arkady," He said, enjoying the girl kissing his chest. It was the truth, he was popular with girls simply because they thought he would be popular like Arkady, and they wanted to date him. He wasn't much for dating, not because he was a player or anything. To be honest he didn't like the idea of getting personal with anybody.

"The older ones taught me a lot but... they were always disappointed that I was different from my brother. I do not know if he slept with girls as well, but I do know that girls liked him.... I was..." His eyes went out of focus as he looked up, trying to think of the phrase. He pulled a book out of his coat, a small book with notes. He found the page with the phrase he was looking for, "Con..sol...ation... consolation prize."

The one hand holding the book open shut it and placed back in the inside pocket, his hands moved down under the jacket and up her shirt. He liked the feel of her skin against his, even if it was just her back, "As for training.... I don't expect you to go easy on me..." He didn't know what he expected. Part of him expected for her to get mad at him because he wasn't complimenting her or calling her pretty. He didn't ask her questions about herself, he didn't try to get to know her. She was his trainer, he didn't need to know these things.

[Sara Quinn]

She had continued to plant small kisses up and down his chest and neck as he spoke. She listened patiently, trying to separate herself from what he was saying. She shouldn't be listening. Shouldn't be caring. She was training him, nothing more, but she still listened to what he had to say. Maybe she did care a little. She was a woman after all, and she cared, even if only a little, simply because she had slept with him. Most women did. It was simply something she couldn't help. And she was interested in what could push him to do this. This wasn't one of those, 'I see myself in them' things, or 'I'm starting to care'. It was an interest in what could drive him to this.

After he found a phrase he had been looking for in his little book, his hands found their way back up her shirt. Her eyes closed and her body tensed, pushing her chest outward towards his hands. She knew it probably wasn't the right thing to do, but hell, why not. He wasn't being the typical guy after sex with words and such, but his roaming hands said what his words didn't. And she would accept that for what it was. As she relaxed, she spoke. "I'm not exactly in the right mind frame to offer you pretty words and all that great stuff, but..." Her voice was low and husky and she leaned her head back against him, relaxing. "Your not your brother. It's stupid to expect that. People are different. They're supposed to be. So what are your plans then? Learn Qi and.... What? Take down your brother? Because that's probably not going to happen."