A second home [private/past]

The wind was chilly, the night in the lates of autumn and turns to Winter. Page dipped her head below a low hanging branch and read the tombstones from a distance. All of them bearing flowers or some sort of decoration. The frost covered grass crunched angrily beneath her feet. Her hazel eyes seemed distant in thought and even sad, she felt like the more she lived the more she saw the graveyard. The shoes on her feet keeping her warm despite the cold sadness that floated about her. Death? Why must I be surrounded by death? She pondered to herself.

At last she felt the curve of the earth and saw a large stump and wandered towards it. Her eyes saddening, but unable to be seen from the shroud of darkest night. "Hello mother.." she whispered, crouching down, flowers in hand and eyes on the grave. "It's been a while." Her butt rested on the stump as she stared at the small plaque in the ground, the death date the same as her birth date. "You know it's sad I'm the only one who can come and see you.." she whispered. "I bet you feel lonely." Soft callings of the nightingale filled the air as the wind howled along with the distant coyotes and wolves. She shivered slightly.

Page jumped slightly, feeling stupid for not having noticed there was another person there with her. She wiped her eyes and looked away annoyed. "So judgemental." she scoffed at the last part of his words. "I'm not cowering." She paused and stood up, looking at the sky with a soft sort of grin. She loved the rain, she'd been hoping for rain. She was fuming already and she barely knew the man. What right did he have to say such a thing? He didn't know her or what she'd gone through. Her face was red from anger, but she clenched her fists, held her anger in and looked away. She no longer picked fights like when she was a child. The thunder raged as if covering the rolling rage in her head. Page had always been a hothead, or at least that's how it seemed, her memory stopped from before she was 11. She could not recall anything before then, her first memory; the death of her brother.

It took her a moment, but she managed to shake of the raining thoughts just as the rain started. "Anyways, I'm sorry if I bothered you. I didn't know anyone was here." Stern and stubborn, her voice showed she was slightly unnerved and even annoyed, then again she always was. Straightening herself out, she placed the flowers in a vase and looked up. Are you crying mom? Why would you be crying? I'm here and alive. Her hazel eyes glinted with a soft happiness and sadness. "Anyways I should get going, it's late, obviously." Fixing her coat, she turned away from the man.

Page scoffed, "The only one illlusioning here, is you." Her head shook, the blond strands stuck to her face already. Looking behind her, she felt suddenly short once more. With a soft pout to herself, she glared at the man, simply for making her feel short. It wasn't her fault she was vertically challenged. She found herself staring at him as he disappeared into the shadows and onto the distant hills. She had to shiver. This man, there was something ill-willed about him. Her legs told her to run, but her mind raced with curiosity and she was, in fact very cat like in her personality.

With a disgruntled sigh she found herself walking over to him and dropping something on his head. It wasn't heavy, but it was her way of being humble and being a pain in the ass as well. "You shouldn't sit on your ass in the rain. You'll end up being another tombstone." She shook her head. "Honestly you must be a dumbass." Of course it was Page's way of being nice without being nice. She wasn't necessarily a bad person, she was just sort of shelled and cold. Her eyes fell on the city and then past more. "Ever notice, water looks different at night? It's like at night the water changes its personality, intimidating and yet beautiful." She managed a sort of smile. "At the same time entrancing.."

Page felt another surge of heating rage. "Little? Excuse me? I'm nineteen!" she shouted, and the way her stature let her stand, she looked like an angry school girl. She frowned and crossed her arms, looking away and tilting her nose in the air stubbornly. "Well if dumbass wants to sit in the rain and get sick I have to warn him first." She sighed and glared, still mad about the 'little' comment. When he stood made her rage seer more because he towered over her. Unfortunately that became less of a focus as he seemed to move too close for comfort. In reaction, she stepped back, showing she preferred her personal space unafflicted. His eyes sent a slight chill down her spine, yet she found herself blaming it on the rain instead. "It might be rude, but so is calling people you just met a coward." He seemed to approach more, making her feel uncomfortable, despite the fact his face was young and handsome. She glared into his eyes, not sure why she was so angry, but the red on her face wasn't that of an upset nature. His question immediately softened her eyes and she laughed softly, sadly. "The same I do every day... search for that someone." She said in a calm, almost quiet voice belying her apparent aggressive nature. "Even if there's nothing to live for, there's someone to live for, for example... I live for my mother.. even though she's passed on. I know it's what she'd want." The topic seemed to hit a soft spot and yet it was something almost natural as if she truly believed it. Her hazel eyes half closed and staring at nothing that registered.

Page hesitated, unsure of what exactly to say to that. "I don't try to, but life.. life is naturally frustrating." Suddenly his hand grabbed hers and they were closer, her heart started to hammer crazily. Unable to understand it, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on slowing it, her face showing a blush beneath the strands of hair covering her face. He seemed to have a strange glint in those crimson eyes that made him so much more mysterious. Her eyes caught onto his and she stared for a minute; obviously trying to understand them more. However her concentration broke as his head moved onto her shoulder. Her face turned a deeper red and as much as she tried to fight it, it wasn't going anywhere just yet. His voice was seductive and oddly enough enticing. "Kyo.. " she repeated softly as if the word were foreign to her. Blinking away the random confusion, she smiled softly, a true but very slight smile. "My name is Paige." The tone in her own voice sincere and kind, lacking the maliciousness from earlier. As he stated their meeting, she found her eyes furrowed. "Three times? I come here.. once a week. You must come here often?" It sounded kind of stalkerish but she figured her explanation would cover it.

Her eyes were on his, once more when he looked up. It seemed he had pressed his lips to her shoulder and yet, she was unsure. She felt her ears burn in turn with her cheeks; his face close to hers and almost touching even. "So many pasts?" The pounding of her heart not ceasing. It was strange to her on why she was almost melting in this man's arms. It was true in her mind he was definitely something else, something not human; something out of a dream. His words were confusing to her, like a deep puzzle she could barely touch and even just looking at it made her feel lost. A rush shot through her body as he moved in, she didn't seem to reject, but her eyes showed confusion as their lips met. To her it felt like a shock being sent through her body; a surge of warmth; their fingers inter winding and crossing. She'd just met this man hadn't she? Why was he kissing her? And better yet to her, why was she allowing him? Even giving back. The last part didn't register at first, but slowly she realized she was kissing back; her eyes closed, her body seeming to lean into his and her heart pounding like a woman in love. She wasn't right? That couldn't be right. His lips mended against hers well, she thought and despite how wrong her mind declared it was, she accepted his advance and even enjoyed it.

Page allowed her body to relax into his and seemed to bend to his will, the kiss slowly deepening. Her face red still simply from the growing deepness. His hand held her back, gently rubbing it as his body seemed to rub against hers in a manner she was unfamiliar with. Her heart continued pounding and she felt a raising heat despite the dropping temperature outside. Her body however began to feel strange as the kisses became more wild and less subtle. His mouth sucked on her lips and even licked at them as his body seemed to adjust her so that she was pressing up against him harder. After a moment she began to press back with almost as wild motions. She felt like she wanted more, almost like she was desperately trying to gain something and that there closeness slowly seemed to become not enough for her. She wanted to be closer. Her eyes opened to catch a glimpse of his lustful ones, a blush upon his face as well, she was curious as to why, but she didn't question whether he should stop. The rush of hormones felt amazing to her. To her surprise, she was suddenly moved. It was a slow movement, but she realized she was now pressed to a tree. Her back pressed against the wet bark, she knew she had nowhere to go. His kisses becoming more erotic as his hand moved from her back, to her legs; feeling them and carressing them. Page felt her body surge more from such a touch; her throat letting off a soft and almost silent reverberation of pleasure. Her own free arm hesitantly wrapping around his neck and pulling herself closer if she could. As their kisses met a rhythm Page felt his tongue seeming to beg. Without another thought, she opened her mouth; allowing entrance as her hand moved down from his neck to his chest. She barely realized she was doing it. Even when her hand was on the side of his jacket, she barely recognized what she was suggesting. Her soft and delicate fingers brushing beneath the jacket and shirt on his bare skin. Eyes half closed, it was obvious she was indulging in the lustful rush in her body. Though she knew it was bad and had some control, she had to admit at least she liked the man, well as far as she could tell anyways and he was cute. Her eyes closed once more, simply to enjoy the feeling of him.

Everything felt hot; her chest, her legs, hands and face. Her ears burnt the most as their passions slowly began to deepen. His lips carried a seductive and entrancing smile, playing her to blush more. Whether or not the smile was real, it still made Page feel like she was something exciting. His body was tense and yet relaxed against her, every muscle movement seeming to be noticed by the other's body. The breathing between them heavy and extreme; hot and bothered. His lips locked on hers as she parted her lips to allow him in. His tongue seeming to attack hers almost immediately and yet hers curved back with his, curling and rubbing against his. Her eyes closed tightly, her head seeming fuzzy from the passions they displaced. He withdrew it only to return and wrestle once more. Even when his tongue wasn't in her mouth, hers was in his. The fighting spirit never seemed to die down in her small body. As her hands rested on his chest, the kisses only pausing so he could remove his jacket and shirt; letting them drop to the cold grass. An ideal body stood before her and soon enough she began to stand in denial. This man couldn't be real, he couldn't be holding her; kissing her like this, not with this kind of a body. In response her hands ran over his chest, tracing everything they could as his lips once more were planted on hers. Slowly his hands rested beneath her own clothing, tracing her slim and soft stomach and up further to where her bra was. Every second rose more of that wave of pleasing warmth further. Rain continued to fall from the sky, beginning to heighten to another heavy drizzle, soaking her body and clothing more. In between her legs, his knee slid up and began softly pressing on her. She let out a soft gasp and clenched her eyes shut, kissing him deeper and harder as a result, her hands shaking and confused on what to do. She was no longer on the tree as he pulled her away, whispering in his sweet and sadistic voice into her ears, allowing her temperature to fluctuate once more. The way they felt near each other, the way his voice spoke to her, it all made her feel like they knew each other from long ago, but it wasn't possible and probably wasn't true. This man to her was a dream, a wonderful and perfect dream as her heart almost completely opened for him. She felt odd to allow someone in so quickly, but this man was different he seemed to shatter right through everything that protected her and in a way she felt as if the moment should never end. Panting softly, hair drenched and stuck to her face, she leaned up and softly nipped at his shoulder, unsure as to why, but she felt she wanted him to know, that she was enjoying it more than he could imagine.