" I never should have said anything." Dawn turned away from him and bit her lip.

He reached out and lifted her delicate chin with his middle and forefinger.

"Thats rubbush, and you know it. I'm the paranoid one." He kissed her again, but only very gently, not anything like the passionate escapade they had only begun moments ago. He sensed it would not be finished, but he also realized how awkward such an act would be in the restroom of someone elses dorm, while they waited outside. He almost scoffed at the idea. Love had blinded them.

'Don't worry so much.' She thought. Dawn loved him, and it was making her irrational.

It was making the both of them irrational. He started at her tenderly for some time...lost in her amber eyes. They were filled with a beautiful mist. A mysterious and strong presence hid in them.

He fair skin was free of blemishes, and any problems there were he could not see. She was as perfect as a human could be, a masterpiece of some divine entintity for sure.

He was lost in her eyes.

Dawn looked down. She felt shy suddenly as he stared at her. Dawn put her hand on his arm, hesitantly, and looked back up.

He felt something was awry, but he couldn't say what. Did his gaze make her nervous. He averted his eyes, but could still not shake the thought of her from his mind.

"Adrian..." Dawn tried not to sound whiney with the first part. "Do you want to go to my room? Or join them again?"

How much he wanted to answer...she knew the answer...she knew it full well. He loved her, and he wanted to be alone with her, so they could be together in private, but he did not want to offend her by sounding too eager. This time he could not say anything, instead he said the worst cliche of all time.

"It's up to you I suppose..."

It was all he could muster. It was up to her.

Dawn's body faded and Adrian trailed after. They ended up on a huge black and red bed and she smiled at him. "Welcome to my room..."

He smiled, and moved closer to her, holding her in his arms again, he felt whole once more. Without her, he was not complete. It was such an odd feeling, he had never experienced such a feeling as this before. And yet here he stood.

He waited to see where the night would take them.

Dawn rubbed her cheek against his chest. Being with Adrian was the best feeling, and she never wanted him to leave.

He felt her hand move up his back, under his shirt, and he wondered if they were still there. Her hand reached midway up his back...and she stopped.

She had felt them. The three long scars along his back. He had tried to heal them, magically, and in mundane ways, but nothing worked. The clawmarks of werewolves were permenant.

She looked at him. "I'll explain later..."

He didn't want any more useless interuptions. He moved closer to her and his shirt fell to the floor. He didn't mind at all. She spun around him and pushed him down gently onto the bed, where he landed with a dull thud. She was just as quick to move on top of him, and she had him pinned on the massive bed, unable to move...he liked being trapped... He prayed to God her father, or her brother didn't walk in right now. On that subject, he prayed nothing disturbed them.

She was in control...odd. He pretty much layed there...doing nothing but kissing her. If she wanted him to move, she would push him. If she wanted to stop...it was all up to her. But she didn't stop. He wasn't even sure where he was or what he was doing...it felt so good.

He wasn't even sure what was going on. Were they having intercourse? No, not possible. He'd notice right? She wasnt't like that...but he thought about it again, and he decided he wouldn't mind in the slightest. He was tempted to look down and see, his body was so covered in emotions, he couldn't focus on just one part. He decided against it...it wasn't likey, and if they were, doing that might ruin it. Or were they simply entangled in each others embrace, kissing like time had no meaning. All he felt was pressure on his entire body, and his entire body felt as if it had descended into pure rapture. It was happiest feeling he'd ever experienced...in his thriteen years of life. Thirteen, and yet he looked twenty...and he was doing God knew what with the love of his life, who he'd only just truely met an hour ago. Life moved so quickly, but this moment lasted forever.

He wasn't sure how to react, but he liked the feeling, whatever it was. Dawn made him...he had fianlly found a happy memory to overshadow the chaos, death and suffering he had taken part in. The pain was gone for now, and all he felt was love, happiness and joy. Emotions he had never experienced in his entire life. A tear welled in is eyes, but Dawn and him were still locked against each other, and he couldn't wipe it away. He feared she would laugh at him for actually crying....

Dawn was in control and happy about it. She was tired of being ordered around, being controlled. 'Never again.' She promised herself. 'I'm the leader now.'

Jacobi was dettatched as he clung to his sister's emotions. Her mind was closed, and he realized he was losing control. Ah well, let her have a taste of freedom: it would be gone soon.

He still held her, still unsure what was happening between them, if anything at all. He wondered if he was going to lie there with her all night.

He liked the idea.

Dawn broke her face away to press her cheek against his. "Adrian?"