She felt almost lost in their kiss, it was such a simple gesture of affection but to her it still felt amazing. Not like it had when they'd first kissed, it had lost some of the excitment she'd felt but now it was replaced by honest affection. It was almost as if they could tell each other exactly how they felt just by the way their lips touched. When she broke up with him it would take her a while to realise just how much she really missed him. At first she'd be too distracted with feeling unwell and getting over the death of her unborn child .. having to deal with loosing yet another family member. She'd only be interested in getting as far away from Iowa as she could as soon as she was well enough to leave and the thought of how miserable she was over not having Riley wouldn't really strike her untill she saw him back at the school again.
Cat felt him shift about next to her, altering his position. There was a little murmur of feeling that rsn through her for a moment, her body trying to cling onto the feeling but it faded away again a moment later. Her grip upon him had increased slightly at the feeling but it relaxed again as the feeligns were driven away.
"What now?" She could feel his fingers running through her hair, his touch gentle as always. She didn't really get what he was talking about .... did he mean he was ready to give up or did he want further direction on how to please her? The muscles in her legs tensed a little as she remembered the little flush that had run through her.
'Whatever you just did.' Her expression looked a little besseaching as she looked up at him. 'Do that again please.' Her cheeks blushed more than a little, she wished this was all easier and less embaressing. It had been so easy for her to get Riley all excited but he seemed to be having a really hard time in pleasing her.
Cat: Can there be any hope for us after all thats happened?
Re: Huxley, Iowa, United States'Whatever you just did.' It was a moment before Riley could figure out he must have done something while moving about because he hadn't done anything new 'Do that again please.' She had never asked him to please her in a certain way before, the way she wanted him to do something for her made him feel rather proud, even if he wasn't doing the best job, the fact she still wanted him to do it was really helping please him more about this seemingly difficult task.
Letting his eyes glance down towards what he was doing to her, he pulled his gaze away quickly with a light blush, leaning forward a so his body was partially over hers. He was lucky in the sense his arm and hand didn't get sore or tired as quickly as most would, he could please her for a long while before wanting to shift positions and even longer before he felt the need to change hands.
Dropping back down to kiss her, he tried to not be so gentle with her, after all, he had used far more power thrusts with his body while making love to her, he just had to try and mimic that right? But highly doubted he could get her worked up like that, there was no way he could, he might hurt her if he pressed too hard. But he did try anyway, his body had a slight rocking mostion to it, it was very faint, but he was so used to moving on top of her that his body mimicked faintly the movements of his hand for a short moment before he slowly pulled his lips away and focused on the reactions of her body. He had to watch how she reacted if he was going to figure out if what he was doing pleased her or not.
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He rolled over so his larger body was partially over hers, effectivley pinning her down where she was. There was a little smile upon his face, he looked happy over the fact he'd made her feel a little more than she was before. It was more luck then skill that meant that he was touching her in more or less the right place. It took him a moment to start pressing his fingers against her with more pressure. There was a few moments where she was a little unsure if she was going to feel what she had only a minute ago but the feeling returned, sending a warm feeling though her lower body. Her muscles contracting lightly against the feeling before she relaxed back against the floor again.
She felt his body rocking ever so slightly above her, his stomach brushing against hers in a way that was far from unpleasent. There was a slightly impassioned look about her face as he bent down to kiss her, her arms were still around his neck, enjoying the feeling of the contact of her skin against his. There was a little murmur in her throat as she felt his hand move within her. Her back arched a little, pressing herself a little firmer against his fingers, her body encouraging him een if Cat wasn't really aware of what she was doing. His lips had left hers now, his eyes looking down at hers.
ooc: Sorry I have to go out
Cat: Can there be any hope for us after all thats happened?
Re: Huxley, Iowa, United States
There was something very enticing about the way she was reacting to his touch, when she got like this he was normally feeling wonderful things himself. It was strange for the fact that he hasn't ever seen her like this while he wasn't dazed with passions of desire and lust for her. Though seeing her like this did stir a longing of wanting to be with her again, even if his body wasn't showing his desires. But even if he was a little better at what he was doing, there was still no way he was ready risk hurting her by increasing the speed. The thought didn't even cross his mind, the only way he'd do something like that was if Catherine asked him to, and even then it most likely would take him a few tries before he could confidence to do it the way she wanted him to.
There was a much more pleased look about him now, the fact he was getting any kind of response from her was really nice for him. Even though he knew he wasn't doing it the best he could, it still made him glade that he could do something even if it was small scale. He thought he hardly ever got her worked up and the one time he did get her wound up in the bathroom he wasn't even trying and didn't even realize he had done so. Riley was just so eager to make her feel things the way she made him feel them, he wanted to be able to work her up so much she'd just want to lung at him, he wanted to see her to want him with such passion and hunger.
When they had first made love it hadn't been a moments notice where they just had one thing lead to another, it had been them just agreeing to sleep together and going to his bed. He wasn't even sure for so long if she wanted to truly be with him, not until the where in Washington and she revealed that she thought it had been her that had forced him. It made how they started out feel so sad, it was a terrible thing to make love to someone and then have both of them thinking for so long they had forced the other into doing something they wouldn't have wanted to do.
If he could, he'd go back and do the whole thing all over again, but it really wasn't completely their fault, he still had a high level of drugs in his system, even if he had stopped taking them for a short time. It had numbed his sense of passion so there was no chance he could have burned with a lusting desire even if they tried really hard to work each other up. He knew it numbed the emotions but he had no idea how potent it was, his meds may have been a tool for making him more willing to following commands, but it had also helped him deal with many of the horrific things they have been forced to endure as demon hunters.
It was so hard to believe any of that had happened, his entire life as an Agent felt like some terrible nightmare that now he was so sure was over. He had no idea they had just abandond their New York operation since it had been discovered. Even Riley didn't know how wide spread their operation was and how deep it ran, but he didn't care to give it any further thought.. as far as he cared they where dead and buried. Though he had no idea in a few weeks he would be back there, but for once in his life he wouldn't be taken there by force. He'd go there to escape the law that suddenly was hunting them, he had no idea what was just around the corner in his life, so many unimaginable things will occure that none of them could ever be prepared for.
Riley's eye's drifted to her chest and down to her stomach, shyly gazing over her body before he quickly looked back at her face. He never really got to just look at her like this before, he was always so distracted with his own surging emotions he couldn't really focus enough to soak up the detail of her own reactions. Dropping his lips back down to kiss her, his other hands fingers gentle stroked against the top of her head, running lightly through her drying hair.
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Cat wasn't so wound up yet that she couldn't recognise the fact that he seemed to be looking a lot happier about this whole thing. She figured out it was because he was happy he was finally managing to have an effect on her body even if it wasn't mind blowing just yet. It felt so odd to be lying here with him like this though, everytime they'd done something before it had always been either on or about the bed and now they seemed to be completley avoiding the one thing that was designed for this. She felt almost completley surrounded not that it was a bad things, she was pinned between him and the floor. There was still a little part of her that wanted to pull the towel from under her head and wrap it around her body. She always felt so embaressed when she was naked, and it was even worse when Riley was looking at her. It was as if she was worried that he might find some major flaw in her. She didn't even have that many and even they were small things, like the small scar on her neck where she'd been bitten by a vampire, even that had faded away a bit.
She let her eyes close as she concentrated more on the feeling that was inside her rather than what she was thinking about. A few minutes later she opened them again, the depths of her eyes were beginning to become a little misted over with passion, her breathing increasing a little, making her chest rise and fall more rapidly. Her back arched a little again towards him, like she did when they were making love and she wanted to feel more of him inside her. She seemed to realise what she was doing though and let her body rest down against the floor again her cheeks reddening slightly at the thought of what she'd just done. Her eyes looked up into his, it was hard to avoid his gaze for long when he was looking down at her wearing the expression he was.
She watched as his eyes moved away from her face, down over her body, a long moment later they returned to her own eyes as his head dipped down to kiss her. When his lips broke apart from hers she let her eyes remain closed, savouring the feelings that were running though her, her body was eager to feel more though. He was still being so unbelievably tender in his touch and she had the sudden feeling that her body needed more than this polite affection it was reciving off him.
'Riley... you wont hurt me.' It wasn't the first time she'd told him that. The night they'd made love in Washington and she'd asked for his help he'd acted like she might break if he dared actually pull her firmly against him. She might be small but her body wasn't weak and brittle like some people's were.
Cat: Can there be any hope for us after all thats happened?
Re: Huxley, Iowa, United States
There was a look of guilty surprise when she spoke to him, sometimes he didn't realize how obvious his worries could be for her at certain times, a lot of the times he didn't even realize he was trying so hard not to hurt her, it was so instinctive now. If he had remembered everything Marc had done to her, they way he had treated her, how rough and abusive he was, Riley wouldn't have agreed with her at all, and would have bluntly told her so. But for this last day of blissful forgetfullness, Riley was unable to remember the horrible things his alter-ego had done to her.
If he wasn't careful he could hurt her though, didn't she understand that? She had to, she's seen his strength, but he didn't really get why she had said that.. did that mean she wanted him to do this a little harder? Riley blushed a little at the thought, but she wouldn't ask him to do something if she didn't want it to be done, he'd just have to be careful, that's all. Trying to carefully place a more pressure, he didn't know she'd want him to do it a little quicker, he just tried to do what she told him to.
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Her spine curved a little as he put more pressure into his touch, increasing what she was feeling slightly. It was odd, when they made love things usually felt ncie for a while and then suddenly Riley would become all impassioned and then everything would be over quite quickly, she wasn't complaining, she loved being with him more than anything else in the world. It was a new sensation to be worked up slowly like this, it was nicley infuriating and if Riley hadn't been partially lying ontop of her she'd have found her body responding to him more than just mentally.
One of her hands dropped away from his neck, lying next to her body, her palm curling into a fist as a strong tremor of passion ran through her. Her fingers streatched out, pressed down against the carpet, her eyes closing breifly but opening to look up at Riley with more passion in their depths. It was lucky for Riley had he happened to be pressing on the right part of her inside her to be able to stimulate her like this. If he was a more experienced lover he'd have probably been able to make her feel that extreem pleasure she was searching for even without increasing the speed of his hand.
A muscle in her leg twitched slightly and there was an overwhelming feeling that she wanted to roll Riley onto his back and make love to him but she could see from where she was lying that he didn't seem to excited by this because his body wasn't reacting to her being so close to him. She lifted her free hand and placed her rather seaty palm on the side of his face, her fingers caressing over the skin of his cheeks, a faint stubble feeling greeted her finger tips. His hair was almost dry now unlike her own thicker hair which would take longer to dry.
Cat: Can there be any hope for us after all thats happened?
Re: Huxley, Iowa, United States
To say Riley had no reactions towards Catherine's state wouldn't be completely true, just because his body hadn't made its desires obvious didn't mean he felt nothing. It was hard to do this to someone and feel nothing, but he really wished he could make love to her again. With all his thoughts last time it felt like their moment in the bath had been spoiled for him, even if it was lovely and he did enjoy himself, it was still no where near as perfect as they last day they had been together, before all the terrible things had started happening one after the other.
It was just so hard to pretend everything was perfect again when he had so many unanswered questions that he couldn't dare to ask, the main one being 'Why did she sleep with Marc?'. But she was with him now, that had to be a good sign, she still loved him, she had to if she was letting him do this to her. There was another thing that would also make their love sessions greater, and that was if Riley learned to just hold on that little longer. Normally when the end was near he wouldn't think of trying to prolong it, he figured that just signaled the ending of their passions. He'd probably realize the difference it would make if he held on longer, not just for Catherine but for himself as well.
It was all so different for Riley, he had been sheltered from emotions for so long, to feel them flooding through him like they did when he was with Catherine was astonishing and exhilerating and he had no way of knowing that it could be even better. It was nice to see her reactions to him, he was feeling like for once he was actually doing something for her, sure he knew he wasn't doing it perfectly, but she was still responding to him and it was the first time he actually sat down and just tried to do this, the first time he attempted it had been given up far to soon.. mainly because he had misunderstood, though mostly because he had no idea what he was doing.
His mind and eyes were pulled from her body, his attention focusing on the feel of her palm against his skin, there was something about having her touch his cheeks, and for her to permit him to touch hers, he didn't quite know what, but it felt like the simple gesture sceramed out the devotion and love he had for her. His eyes closed for a moment as he savoured the feel of her touch.
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Her fingers traced down his jaw line to his chin, falling from his skin back onto the floor again as another little short burst of pleasure ran through her as he touched her. It was still embaressing but that was receeding under the feelings he was stirring inside her. Was this how he'd felt when she'd touched him? She watched as his eyes opened again and looked down at her.
Cat let her mouth fall open slightly, her breath a little harsher than usual, her dark eyes staring up into his lighter ones, a whispered groan escaping her lips. It was quite suprising he hadn't figgured out that he should be increasing his speed. If he figured that this was like how he made love to her then he should have thought that he usually sped up his own movements before the end. As it was Cat could feel what her body was now instinsting for.
'Mmmmmm Riley... can you do that quicker please?' Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red as she blushed at what she'd just asked him to do to her
Cat: Can there be any hope for us after all thats happened?
Re: Huxley, Iowa, United States
Another thrill ran through him as he heard her pleasured groan, he wanted so much to be with her again, it felt so strange to cause her to feel things and yet he feels nothing himself other then the ghostly desires he remembers from past times with her. The thoughts in his mind only helped swell the desires rushing through him, how could she have made him feel like this that night and not wanted to be with him like he wants to be with her? Or had she, and she didn't just because he was hurt, it would have been very uncomfortable for him to make love to her, and if she was ontop he might have coped much easier only it would have still caused him a twinge of unpleasent discomfort that might have easily been noticed by Catherine and she wouldn't have had a very nice time if she thought it was hurting him.
'Mmmmmm Riley... can you do that quicker please?' There was a slight look of uncertanty from him as he thought of the risk that could entail, he could bruise her terribly, or worse he could make her bleed again, since he still didn't understand yet why that had happened. He'll be very relieved that he hadn't done anything wrong when he discovered this simple truth, and since it would be his father telling him that was normal it would make Riley even more secure with this thought instead of doubting if this was true or not.
Although Riley did attempt to do as she wanted him to, the increase was rather weak, not at all really worth the effort since it made hardly any difference. He knew she'd probably want more then that, but he'd rather stop and leave her wanting more then hurt her and have her upset with him. But he was entering a faint state of arousal and like he normaly got in that state, he had the urge to keep pleasing her. He shifted about a little more, so he wasn't leaning over her but still pressed up against her side, as if changing his position might stop him from hurting her too much. He didn't like how he was starting to get more excited, that just meant he might get distracted and hurt her, the risk wasn't a pleasent thought, even if he was being just a little too paranoid.
Trying again to increase the speed of his touch, but yet again the increase was pretty poor, it didn't seem he'd be able to do much better then what he was doing right now. Riley really wanted to do this for her though, he hardly did anything right lately when it came to making her happy and she seemed to like this and he didn't want to spoil it for her.
It hardly felt fair to Cat as she realised that he hadn't increased the speed at which he was rubbing his fingers against her. She'd asked him to do something to please her and he'd barley responded to her in any way shape or form. She closed her eyes against the pleasurable feelings inside her as Riley switched his position so he was lying more against her side instead of over her. She felt his rather feable attempt to increase the speed again, that too failed miserably.
A few minutes later she let out a rather irrate groan as she felt him still touching her with the same infuriating slowness. It was beginning to feel almost bad, the fact that he was making her hang onto her passions like this without doing anything to relieve her. Either Riley had to motivate himself to increase his speed or she'd have to stop this.
Riley seemed happy to carry on at his own speed however forcing her to choose to end this. She couldn't go on feeling like this knowing that he wasn't going to release her from whatever desires he'd already stirred inside her. One of her hands reached out for his shoulder, making him pause in what he was doing. Her expression was half annoyed half passion filled, her eyes looking directly into his before she grabbed the towel rather roughly from behind her head.
'Stop it!' Her voice was rather high pitched and odd as she berated him. She didn't realise a lot of the mix of emotions she was feeling stemmed from the fact that she was pregnant and thus didn't understand her sudden mood swings. 'If you can't do it right then just don't do it at all.' His fingers had faltered in their effort to please her. Her body scrambled away from his as she got to her feet, clutching her towel around her frame. Her legs where shaking again and she could feel whatever passions he'd stirred inside her draining away again.
'You're useless, you couldn't please me up in the bath and you can't now...' Her eyes looked around her rather desparingly as Riley watched her looking rather shocked with her new found hostility towards him. 'And I hate it here, I hate you're family and I hate you.' She didn't mean it, she just didn't know how to cope with the anger she was feeling. Most of it stemmed however from being scared at being pregnant. 'And another thing I don't want this child, I only havn't it aborted it because you wanted it. You act all happy all the time because it's what you've alwa'ys wanted, you never stopped and asked me what I wanted to do... and guess what I don't want one and the rest of my life's going to be ruined looking after it. I hate you for putting it inside me.. I HATE YOU!!' She looked for a moment as if she wanted to say more but she suddenly started coughing, her hand moving over to her throat as a sudden pain lanced through it. The coughs turned into sobs as she turned away and dashed up the stairs again. She didn't mean the part about hating him but the bit about the child was true and revealed a little of her fears to Riley. It was obvious that she wasn't at all happy or ok about being pregnant even though she hadn't said much on the subject up untill now. There was the sound of a door slamming as Cat shut the door to her room and then just the rather muffled sound of her crying.
Cat: Can there be any hope for us after all thats happened?
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While fighting between risking hurting her by doing as she says or wandering if he should tell her this isn't safe and maybe they continue in a different way. But before he could form words he heard a rather unpleasant noise from her, the groan caused him to worry if he had lost the place that she had liked, though he had no idea where it really was. Or maybe she was done, maybe she had lost the feeling now and she was just disappointed that he hadn't made her feel more. When her hand rested against his shoulder he glanced down at her face, Catherine's expression wasn't too pleasant and it caused him to get even more uncomfortable with all this, his hand became still as he stared at her, only to have her almost angrily yank the blanket from behind her head.
'Stop it!' There wasn't a chance he could understand why she was getting so upset, but it felt like she was trying her best to say everything she could possibly think of that she knew would hurt him the most. 'If you can't do it right then just don't do it at all.' It was very noticeable when his hand lost the warmth of her body, he felt so suddenly alone. He watched, but it was so hard to figure out how he was supposed to act, part of him felt as if he should start screaming back that he isn't able to just know everything. He has to learn, study and practice in everything he does and she doesn't have a right to tell him off for not knowing things just because she knows more about this then he does. There was a poisonous hiss in the back of his mind with these thoughts that added cruelfully, unlike her he hasn't been with anyone else.
'You're useless, you couldn't please me up in the bath and you can't now...' But she didn't say anything, how can he know what he does wrong if she doesn't speak to him, but this news really hurt, he couldn't fathom what he had done wrong to get this verbal abuse. Riley's emotions where still unsure which way to turn, his hurtful anger dimmed by the shocked state she had thrown him into, how could she treat him like this when he was just trying to learn to be better for her?
'And I hate it here, I hate you're family and I hate you.' There was a sharp twinge of pain tugging at his heart with every word she said, this was all he had that made him who he was, and she hated everything he had and everything he was.. How could she dare give herself to him if that is how she felt, there was that feeling of being used stirring up again, but why would she just sleep with him and not care about him if he wasn't any good? He was starting to feel utterly worthless again, he just wanted her to be quiet and stop yelling at him, he wasn't sure he could take any more of the awful things she was shouting out so heartlessly.
'And another thing I don't want this child, I only haven’t aborted it because you wanted it.' These words really cut into him, his eyes snapping up at her, his body curling and shamefully covering himself with his arms so she couldn't see his body. 'You act all happy all the time because it's what you've always wanted, you never stopped and asked me what I wanted to do... and guess what I don't want one and the rest of my life's going to be ruined looking after it.' He'd never heard anyone talk about a child being the cause of their life's misery before, how can she think that their baby will ruin their life? He didn't feel happy.. he didn't feel like he could cope any more, he wanted to curl up in Catherine's arms until everything stopped hurting but how could he since it was Catherine who was hurting him? 'I hate you for putting it inside me.. I HATE YOU!!' He wanted to cover his ears, why wasn't she stopping? He wanted to drown out her screams with his own now, he just wanted her to stop, he didn't care any more, he didn't care if she was hurting, he just wanted her to be quiet and he'd scream and shout himself if he could just to get her to be silent.
But he was too upset to talk, she wanted to destroy his baby, she didn't love him, she didn't want to be with him, she just wanted sex and now she's been with others she knows his terrible at it and she doesn't need him any more. But he still found himself worrying over her as she coughed, it'd serve her right since she lied to him about taking her tablets, he figured that's why she was coughing, though he guessed it was also possible she had just screamed too much. He didn't turn to watch her leave, he felt abused and exposed, staring at the flickering fire as if there was some hope it would just melt all the pain away.
The sounds of her sobs where heard as she raced up the stairs, running into her room and slamming the door shut, but Riley just sat before the fire looking utterly lost and confused, anger twisted with fear that was wrapped about his pain only made this moment all the more devastating for him. Even though only ten minutes had passed, it had felt to him like long dragging hours. He slowly moved off towards the stairs, he had a rather dazed look about him, as hurt and pained as he seemed, it was still all too much for him to just figure out so soon how to respond to what had just happened. Maybe a part of him has decided not to respond, maybe he was too scared to respond, all he knew was that his baby's life was being threatened.. She wouldn't really kill their baby.. she wouldn't, she couldn't.. it was his just as much as it was hers, she didn't have the right to kill it, she wasn't allowed to murder his child!
Quietly he entered his room, getting dressed slowly, he felt so drained, moving after everything she had said seemed pointless and any effort's of showing her that he loved her still seemed worthless and pathetic attempts if she hated him. Suddenly he remembered the mess they made in the bathroom, he wandered off to clean it up, though the instant he entered the bathroom he felt dirty. He hadn't yet put on a shirt, his eyes kept moving towards the mirror and he moved about, wiping and drying the floor and walls, clothes where still hand dried here so he just dumped them into the basket behind the door. It hadn't taken more then ten or fifteen minutes to get it back into order, he would have been quicker if it didn't feel so hard to move about.
When he was done he found himself staring at his reflection again while he thoroughly washed his hands, he felt ugly, the fact he looked so dreadfully miserable didn't help his appearance, everything about him looked wrong and disgusting. He's never been the type of guy that can look at himself and say he looks nice, he'd never really cared about how he looked until he met Catherine, and even then it was only really making sure he had shaved properly and always fresh and clean for her. But that's something he was always eager to do for himself so it wasn't too big a change in his life style, it just meant for once he was doing it for someone else instead of just for himself. He was always scared about what she had once said, that she could have any guy she wanted, it made him feel now as if that just meant she'd get with someone and when she got bored she'd move on, and he bored her so she was going to leave him.. she'd go with other men.. do things with them.. he couldn't think about it, it was too revolting and humiliating for him.
Withdrawing back to his room, Riley went through some of his things, emptying his bag and placing his clothes and other items into his wardrobe, which had shelves in the center of it with room to hang his clothes on either side of them. The inside of the draws where covered in photo's and pictures he had taken from magazines of horses and scenery images like of the beach or a forest, things he thought where nice and would have loved to one day see when he was older. He found some of his old things, just silly little trophies that where given to him for his training of Troy and when their 'show' horse, Sky won first place twice in two years at the Summer Festival plus one when she won the Christmas festival but she had been given fake antlers to help dress her up as a reindeer. They had made her up so she looked adorable, but Ben had accidentally broken the antlers later so they only ever entered her once in the Christmas festival, Riley had been a little disappointed since he had so much fun dressing her up, though Martha had to plat and decorate her tail and mane which had been long and tedious, so for that she hadn't minded it being a one time only ordeal.
They got a fair bit of money from their first prizes, not much, the most they ever got though was $500, $250 from Sky and another $250 from Troy, both competed and won, Riley had been thrilled and that's when his father got their guitar, Martha would play the piano and Jonathan would play the guitar and they'd normally sing songs together during special events, it was always fun for Riley and the family, it helped keep their family bond stronger by spending so much time together. One of his prized possessions had been his Primary School Sport Team Trophy, he loved sports, he was sad that the Initiative had taken away that part of his life from him when he thought about how much fun he used to have with his team mates. It was the only time he got to spend time with other kids his age as well, which was also an alluring thought for him when he thought about his team. Basket ball had always been his favourite game, and baseball had some fun to it, he like swinging the back and hitting the ball as far as he could, though now that'd probably raise far too much suspicion if he whacked it clear out of sight.
Basket ball was fun, he liked that, he liked holding onto the ball, bouncing it, the game was about always moving, baseball was basically a waiting game, you had to wait for the other team to make a mistake, with Basketball you get to go in there and challenge your opponents. Riley slipped a loosely fitting grey long sleeved t-shirt over his head, he then picked up a dull pale green woollen jumper which he always had hated, but it seemed appealing at this moment for some reason. The thick fabric didn't do anything for his perfect figure, hiding away his muscular form from sight, it dropped about his waist, partially covering some of his upper thighs. The sleeves past his wrists so all you could really see of his hands when they where by his side where his knuckles and fingers. It was odd to see anything on Riley that was a loose fit, but he had needed a jumper once and that's all the shop had that wasn't too tight on him. If he bothered to fold up the sleeves and the bottom rim of the jumper then it would look far better, but he didn't care right now how he looked.
Slowly his hand reached in and removed the orange and white cap from the center shelf, he never really wore hats, and he only wore this when he was with his team mates and they where all in their hats so that they could easily be told apart from their rivals by the onlookers who where always at a distance, it helped his parents find him easier since only half the kids had the yellow and orange hats. As he left his room, returning to the bathroom, he had to adjust the hat a little, making it now a snug fit, there was a basketball on the front with a flaming black tail of fire. His entire outfit looked rather odd, dark blue jeans, pale green thick jumper and bright hat and since he barely wears headgear ever that adds to the strangeness of his attire.
There was a knock at the door downstairs, reluctantly Riley turned around and moved down the stairs, he was going to pretend it hadn't happened, that's what he'd do.. He'd talk with her later about their baby, he'd offer to take the child, they'd stay here together, his parents would help him look after it, she didn't have to let it ruin her life.. she didn't have to have anything to do with either of them if it hurt her so much to be near them since she made it sound as if she didn't want them to spoil the perfect life she had planned for herself.
Riley's eyes brimmed a little with tears at that horrible thought, but he easily blinked them away as his hand reached for the door handle, taking a moment more just to compose himself a little more before he opened it. The girl on the other side smiled shyly, her pink skin and pink hair signalling her mutancy to all who see her. The young mutant's plain white eyes looked up at Riley, her tutor didn't seem to be in a much better mood then when she last saw him, she had partially hoped he would have been better now he was home, Angela had seemed hopeful for this as well, but Clarice didn't know about his problems with Catherine. The portal summoning mutant was the only one who spoke, telling Riley about the things she got and asking if he wanted help moving them anywhere. She was rather used to Riley not speaking now, so she wasn't offended when he just turned around and lead her up to his room.
He knocked on Catherine's door as he passed, swinging it open after a moment and then went into his room and removed things from his desk. Clarice nervously hovered by the top of the stairs as Riley fiddled with his desk, unhooking the metal legs on the front so they folded against the wooden top that was the desk, it made it easier for him to pick it up and move it towards Catherine's room. He didn't ask her if she wanted anything, and Clarice disappeared back down the stairs to bring their things up via one of her portals into Riley's room. Riley couldn't even look at her, he knew if he tried he'd probably break apart, she'd probably take some form of pleasure from that.. He walked out of her room and into his, Clarice had left the stuff there and was outside wandering whether she should leave the car there or just move it somewhere else instead of parked in front of the house like that, but decided they could move it somewhere else if they wanted to, she had to get back to the school to help out with the trouble going on.
Riley didn't care that she left without saying bye, it was a habit of Clarice's and he hardly was in the frame of mind to worry about formalities. Walking back into Catherine's room, he dropped her stereo on the side of the desk, leaving a collection of CD's on top of it before disappearing from her room again. When he came back, still not having glanced at Catherine once, he had some new items in his hands that he had ordered earlier this morning. He had his small Discman attached to his belt this time, but all that could be seen of it where the black ear phones which where placed now in his ears. It was nearly impossible to see the silver deskmen attached to the back of his belt since the thick material covered it so well, the ear phones came up from his collar on either side of his neck. In his hands he had a silver DVD player and a similar coloured TV, Catherine had broken hers so he wanted to get her something to replace it since he was sure it was his fault it got broken.
Riley had begun humming to himself, almost acting as if his excuse not to be talking or paying her much attention was because he was busy listening to his songs now, though he had already listened to his only real 'Music' CD a hundred thousand and ten times. He got her a bunch of movies, well.. Angela and the others mentioned names and he just ordered them. He hadn't seen her reading his book, he'd been a little disappointed thinking she hadn't liked his choice, but maybe it was too think and she just didn't have the time to be reading.. Part of him wondered if he should get the movies, but then he decided against it.. maybe if she didn't like the book she wouldn't like the movies either.
Busying himself with setting up her newly arrived equipment, they didn't pick up TV channel’s very well at all since they where so far out and didn't have an antenna.. since they didn't have a TV they never needed it. He was going to get her a special antenna dish set up on the roof so she could watch TV, but he didn't see the point in bothering organising that any more since she made it bluntly clear before she hated it here. Once the cords where properly set up and connected, he moved out of the room again, he looked a little unstable, as if should she just say one thing that might be upsetting he might explode in the burst of pain and anger he was trying to ignore and shove far back into the deepest corners of his mind.
The last thing he had of hers was the white bear he had gotten her, he wasn't sure he wanted to give it to her again, he only got it for her because he loved her and she wasn't able to hold him so he thought maybe she could hold this symbol of his love instead. But she hates him, his hands pulled the bear a little closer towards his chest for a moment, he could faintly pick up her scent on the bear. He still had that need to be held and he felt she was the only one who could hold him right and yet it confused him terribly when he thought that it was her that hurt him so badly as to make him feel like this. He sniffled a little, blinking away the pain that threatened to swell within his eyes again, he slipped her golden necklace and their rings about the bears neck before he moved back into her room.
He placed it down on the covers before slowly turning around, she had her TV now, she didn't even need his company any more, not that she seemed to want it, which hurt him even more to think about. Placing his hand on the handle of her door, he stepped out of her room and began to close it, his body turning about so he could look back into her room towards her.
"I would have hurt you, I'd rather you hate me then have hurt you, and the baby can stay here if you like.. if you don't mind my family looking after her." His words where a little shaky sometimes, it was so hard to speak as if he wasn't hurting. His eyes dropped away, now being hidden from view by the front of his cap, taking a step back as his quiet voice trailed off and he shut the door. He was calling their baby a 'her' now that Catherine had said it should be a girl, he didn't like calling the child an 'it', but he would have preferred to have started thinking of names for their kid with Catherine, boy names and girl names just incase it was a boy. It was also the first time he had called it 'his' family, if she hated his family he wasn't going to force it on her.
Slowly he descended the stairs and moved off into the kitchen, slowly taking his time as he began to prepare a late lunch since he doubted they'd be going for their picnic today. All he did was cut cheeses and various dips, some other nit-picks and such, he always had a habit of mimicking things he's seen else where, and most of the time it was meals from the Initiative since he was more exposed to them then anything else. Even though Riley intended on taking it up to Catherine, he found himself unable to move from the chair he had just slumped into. Dropping his head to the table after he placed an olive in his mouth, Riley's hands balled into fists as they rested over the back of his head. He had gotten the TV and such so they could spend some quiet time together since she couldn't be really active and running around or doing chores, but now he was sure he just ruined any chances of seeing her anytime soon since she'd probably lock herself away happily without him.. It wasn't the first time he found himself wishing she had let him die with the faulty implant that she had agreed to be removed in order for him to stay alive.
Re: Huxley, Iowa, United States
ooc: I'm really sorry about this but I have to go out for the night and then tomorrow I'm working but I'll try and post soon. It's just really hard when you're permanently working in safe mode and plus the fact that the net keeps crashing and the computer shutting down Is missing the uni computer which have broadband and dont crash .... sobs
Cat: Can there be any hope for us after all thats happened?
Re: Huxley, Iowa, United States
When she’d slammed the door shut she’d thrown her body onto the bed who’s sheets were still ruffled from her sleep last night. She wished she’d never agreed to come here, she’d have been better off staying at Xavier’s, but now she was stuck spending Christmas with a load of strangers and a boyfriend she kept on fighting with. It seemed since Marc and Jon and what they’d done to her, everything her and Riley had worked so hard to keep and cherish was falling apart. Rather miserably she buried her head into the pillow, her hands clutching the pillow against her, bitter tears finding their way from her eyes and soaking into the pastel blue pillow staining it a darker colour.
After a few minutes she heard his footsteps upon the stairs, she didn’t want him to come in, she felt so miserable and wretched and she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to leave the room. She’d felt like she’d be quite happy to hide away in here until the end of their visit here. She’d forgotten about the girl coming to open up a portal and deliver their things or else she’d probably have gone back with her. It may in the long run have been better for her if she had remembered and had gone. Her sobs quietened slightly as she listened to his footsteps moving into his room, after a short while he moved back out into the hall again. There was the sound of the bathroom door opening and shutting as he went inside. There was a large part of her that was beginning to feel guilty about what she’d said to him but the angry and upset part of her seemed to squish it back down again.
In the end she dragged her still naked body off the bed, pulling her holdall towards her so she could fish out some clothes to wear, feeling suddenly drained of emotion. She wasn’t really sure how to cope with everything that had happened to her over the past few weeks. It would have been a lot easier for her if she had agreed to see the psychiatrist at Xavier’s but she considered that they didn’t do any good. In her mind they were just people who pried into your life and decided upon theories about you when they’d never even met you before. But talking about what had happened to her could really have done her some good at the moment if she hadn’t been too stubborn to see it.
Tugging on a pair of dark coloured jeans and a black long sleeved top she caught the sound of Riley moving back out of the bathroom again. Trying to stop her mind from wandering back to what had happened in their such a short space of time ago. Cat glanced out of her window quickly before she retreated back to her bed again, sitting at the top of it with her knees pulled up to her chin, her eyes staring listlessly towards the wall. She didn’t hear when Clarice appeared which was lucky for Riley since the way she was feeling at the moment she’d have gladly returned to the school, no matter what was going on there.
There was a sudden knock upon her door before Riley pushed it open, she lifted her head a little so she could peer out at him over the top of her knees but he wasn’t standing in the doorway, she could hear him moving around in his own room for a few minutes. He appeared back in her door way though but he didn’t look at her. He seemed very oddly dressed in his dark jeans, a huge green top and an orange and white cap. Riley was carrying a folded down desk with him which he proceeded to put up, she knew he was ignoring her on purpose and the knowledge did nothing to make her feel better, a scowl forming on her pretty features. He soon disappeared back out of her room again, leaving her curious as to what he was doing.
A minute later he was back though and carrying something that grabbed her attention straight away, her eyes glues upon the television in his hands. He’d said they didn’t have a TV here…. Did that mean he’d bought her one? She had a sudden thought that he’d got it just to make her feel bad for what she’d just said. She didn’t stop to think how stupid that idea was though, how could he have done that in the past half an hour. For the first time she noticed the ear phones he was wearing… well fine if that was the way things were going to be she didn’t much fancy talking to him either. Her eyes turned to look sullenly out of the window, just in time so see Clarice steeping into her portal and vanishing from view, the sight did nothing to please her.
One last time he moved out of and into her room, this time bringing in the teddy he’d bought her and setting it down upon the edge of the bed, she didn’t look around though, her eyes trained on some distant object that she could see out of the window. As he moved back out of the room he turned back and spoke to her
"I would have hurt you, I'd rather you hate me then have hurt you, and the baby can stay here if you like.. if you don't mind my family looking after her." Rubbish he hadn’t been hurting her or anything close to it, her eyes slid over to him before they quickly retreated to the comparative safety of the window. If he wanted the baby then he could have it, she didn’t want it and then at least she wouldn’t feel guilty about it since Riley would take good care of her. There was a little part of her that she wasn’t too proud of that would have loved to keep the baby though even if it was just then she could dictate when Riley could see it. She was glad when he shut the door and left her alone with her thoughts.
Ooc: Oh just to let you know for writing your post that she’ll spend the next few days playing loud music in her room and watching television till late at night. She’ll try to only come out of her room when she doesn’t think anyone else is around and she’d avoid talking to them if she is about when anyone else is there.
Cat: Can there be any hope for us after all thats happened?
Is missing the uni computer which have broadband and dont crash .... sobs
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