Remember the Name;; Lightning

[Tyrone Ramsey]

.xXx. Tyrone was pretty damn happy, to say the least. Then again, with a fuck-buddy as good as Lightning Strife, who wouldn’t be? The black fledgling had just stepped out of the shower, a towel tied lightly around his waist, as a devilish little smirk curved his lips. He knew what he wanted to do tonight, and you can sure as hell bet it had everything to do with paying the girl a visit. I mean, what else was there to do on a night like this? Watch a fucking movie? Yeah, right. Tyrone rather liked his idea, thanks. The boy leaned on the sink in his bathroom heavily, watching himself in the mirror for a moment, before letting out a low chuckle and walking into his bedroom. He looked like he always did; nothing ever seemed to change, and to be honest, Ty didn’t really know why he continued to watch himself in the mirror. He knew he was fucking hot, so he shouldn’t really have to look at the mirror, should he?


Ty shook the question off easily, before pulling his towel off and replacing it with a loose pair of boxers and some baggy, worn jeans. He slipped them on with ease, not giving a shit how low they hung on his hips, before stalking over to his dresser and grabbing one of the many muscle-shirts that had been shoved into the drawer rather carelessly. What, did you expect Ty, of all people, to fold his clothing? Hah, no. So not fucking happening. The fledgling slipped the garment on without problem, before rolling his shoulders distractedly, slipping on some socks, and stepping into his shoes. And, just like that, he was good to go.


Tyrone stepped out of the dorms, letting the door slam loudly behind him as he did so, before he walked off in the direction of the Girls’ Dorms. He walked with a certain natural swagger, his movements slow, as if to say “I don’t give a fuck,” but quick enough that others around knew not to bother him. Slow, but with a purpose. Tyrone nodded towards a few girls that walked by, though didn’t bother to spare a glance towards their intimidated little boyfriends. He could probably beat the living shit out of them, any day. Hence, they weren’t worth the breath. Tyrone smirked slightly, before pulling the doors open to the Girl’s Dorm, walking inside, and jogging down the hallway towards Li’s room. See, he’d been pretty damn horny tonight. And, I mean, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do. Not like Ty could help it. He was a man, and men had sex. A lot. Or, so Ty had himself convinced. The fledgling paused outside Lightning’s room, before knocking four times on the door, somewhat roughly. He then leaned forwards, on the doorframe, to speak loud enough for her to hear from the inside.

“Hey, open up.”

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He said casually, knowing well that Lightning would recognize his voice. And, well, if her roommate was there? That would fucking suck. Well, wait. No, it may not suck, actually. Ty smirked. Threesome, maybe? He’d totally go for that, but only if the other chick was hot. The fledgling let out a small, breathless laugh, before crossing his arms over his muscular chest, and waiting for Lightning to answer. He could be patient, especially if he would get sex in return. Tyrone wasn’t exactly what most would consider as being very gentlemanly, but hey, he didn’t give a shit about what others thought. Why should he? He got around, and that was what mattered. Sex and... other important stuff. That he couldn’t quite name right now. Screw it. Just sex, then. Tyrone almost smirked again at the very thought. He was such a fucking pig. But hey, it paid off didn’t it?

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Words: 659
Muse: Failness D;
Notes: WELL, it'll better as the thread goes on, I can assure youuu!<3

[LightningϟStrife]

Slam.

Lightning didn't bother to look up.

Her roommate had just left, and she would have said bye, if she gave a shit. Which she didn't. So no byebye for her. Whatever her name was (yes, Lightning never bothered to learn her roommate's name; she never hung out with her, anyway).

Shutting a book that she had been pretending to read, she threw it down the side of her bed, and jumped off. Giving her hair a quick ruffle, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it off, before doing unclasping her bra. She padded towards the bathroom, relaxed. She wasn't going to do anything today, and for some reason, she was calm. Very calm. Weirdly clam.

Whatever.

Slipping off her boxers (yes, she wore boxers to bed. Don't ask) and pants, she dumped them in the corner of the bathroom, and hopped into the shower.

There, she spent the next hour rinsing herself off, whilst singing Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance in full volume. Only after she felt that she had given the Killjoys something to be proud of, did she step back out, kicking the shower door shut with her foot. Refusing to towel dry herself, she hung around the bathroom for awhile, shaking her hips slightly to the beat of My First Kiss (yes, she did enjoy 3OH!3. Sometimes), laughing a little as drips of water from her hair splattered on her bare skin.

She was in a good mood.

You see, things were actually going well in her life, for once. She, although she didn't need any of course (yeah. whatever Li) she had friends. Actual friends, that she could rely on. And that was a pretty great feeling.

And then, there was Cloud. Ok, scratch that. Things weren't going well with him; he had pretty much disappeared off the face of the Earth, for fuck sake. He didn't count -- she refused to let anything ruin her mood. Including her twin. Who still needed to reply to her text, by the way.

Ah, and then there was Ty. The guy, who she (possibly) liked (loved).

She stopped dancing.

Did she?

Like him, i mean.

She didn't really know; she never liked anyone before.

Lightning was pretty sure it wasn't love; that was supposed to be some pretty big, meaningful shit, right? She chewed on her lip, tilting it slightly to the left. Yep, pretty sure it wasn't love; yet.

But she definitely liked him.

Smirk.

Well, why not? The sex was great, the company wasn't that bad either. And he made her laugh. Amongst other things. Multiple orgasms, for one. And, he made her happy. But yes. Multiple orgasms.

They're great, just in case you're wondering.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

She absentmindedly twirled a slightly more than damp strand of hair around her finger, waiting for her body to dry. God, how long was this supposed to take? She wasb't exactly patient, you know? She wanted results, and she wanted them now.

Knock knock knock knock.

4, quick raps against the door ripped Lightning's attention away from her slowly drying body, and towards the front foor.

Urgh, fuck sake.

Wrapping a towel around her body and tying the ends loosely together, she stepped out of the bathroom. "Who the fuck ar--"

"Hey, open up."

Oh.

Lightning broke into a smile, and quickly skipped (yes, skipped. Oh, the things that love made you do) towards the door, before opening the door a peek. Grinning, she gave him a quick wink, before opening the door wider; just enough to show her (practically) naked body. "Ohhey." She smirked, before tastily licking the corner of her upper lip. "Fancy seeing you here."

He had come to see her.

He had come.

He was here.

Here.

She couldn't stop grinning.

She felt warm, and her heart, as cliche as it sounded, felt as if it would burst with happiness. Weird. She wasn't used to feeling like this; happy. It was.. nice. Sort of. In a big way.

Giving him a quick once over, she smirked again, before opening the door wider.

Sending him the most seductive look she could muster, she turned and picked up her clothes and threw them to somewhere where he couldn't see them, discreetly.

She turned her head back towards him, before sending him a little wink, and kiss.

"You just gunna stand there and keep a girl waiting, Ty?"

She knew he didn't need to be told twice.

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NOTES: URGH HORRIBLEEEE DX but i was too excited, and couldn't wait. c: she's all happy that he's hereee<3 hahahahaha. suckaaaaa.

[Tyrone Ramsey]

.xXx. Tyrone usually kept his relationships to strictly sex. He would befriend the girl on the odd occasion, but he would never go farther than that. “No strings attached,” was, quite literally, the phrase he lived by. He wasn’t entirely sure as to why, exactly, he was so intent on keeping his relationships to a minimum, but he was, nonetheless. Perhaps it was the thought that maybe, just maybe, he could end up hurt. Who would want to go through that shit, anyway? With the way Tyrone was, he would never be at risk to feeling anything. He took precautions, to make sure of this fact; Ty always left the bed before the girl woke up, and never called her words like “beautiful,” or “stunning.” Why would he want to? By keeping girls strictly to “hot,” it made sure he kept things at a safe level.

But see, there was a flaw in his seemingly foolproof plan.
He wanted to call Lightning beautiful.
He wanted to wake up beside her in the morning.
Fucking shit.

The black fledgling’s brow furrowed, just slightly, as he approached the girl’s room. Did he like her? Possibly... too much? Tyrone didn’t know. But, quite frankly, the sex was far too good to give up. A slight frown caused the man’s lips to tilt downwards, his brow furrowing, as he caught himself. He was being such an asshole. But he was fucking horny, how else could he get what he fucking-well needed? Tyrone shook his head slightly, deciding to leave his unsolved problems for a much more convenient time. He knocked against the door four times, before speaking lowly, and waiting somewhat anxiously for a response. Was Lightning even in her room? Would her roommate answer instead? Tyrone figured he’d soon find out. He leaned against the doorway heavily, glancing down towards his shoes as he waited, before the door opened, barely a crack, to reveal a familiar face he was absolutely ecstatic to see. He let out a silent chuckle at her wink, only before Lightning opened the door further, and he took a moment to graciously check her out.

Well, hot damn.

Tyrone’s eyebrows shot up as his gaze raked down her slim frame, and the very minimal amount of clothing that currenty covered it. He returned eye contact with her after a moment of obvious awe, willing himself to behave.

Heh, the fuck with behaving. Like that would actually happen.

Tyrone grinned once Lightning greeted him, before rolling his eyes in a rather immature, playful manner at her next comment. Fancy seeing him here? Tyrone swore he’d only heard that in lame-ass movies. Whatever though bro, he was over it. At least he wasn’t going to be watching movies tonight, hmn?

“Hey yourself.”

He grinned somewhat flirtatiously, sending her a wink of his own, before sliding into the room once she opened the door further. It was the most acceptable thing to do after all, wasn’t it? I mean sure, Ty was desperate, but he wouldn’t barge into Lightning’s room demanding sex or anything. Nah, he could be patient. Somewhat. The fledgling rolled his shoulders loosely as he walked inside, taking the time to look about the familiar room, before turning back to the girl once she spoke. And, instantly, another devilish little smirk curved Ty’s lips. Did she know what he was here for? Fuck, Ty hoped so. He didn’t really want to take the time to explain.

“Thought y’knew me better.”

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He commented with a small smirk, her obvious happiness rubbing off on him, as if it was some sort of contagious sickness. But, see, this was definitely a sickness Ty could deal with. He didn’t know why Lightning, of all people, could make him happy, out of nowhere. Tyrone was around happy people all the fucking time, and yet, Lightning was the only one the mood actually effected him. Was that weird? Ty shoved the question away as he stalked closer to her, tilting his head in a somewhat predatory, interested action. Only when the black fledgling was mere inches from the girl did he pause, his hand moving forwards to snake around her waist and tug her closer to his own hard and muscular frame. Ty’s fingers fanned out in the small of her back as he pulled her closer, leaning down to kiss softly down the contours of her neck. He could be soft, and fuck yeah, he could be rough, but he needed to first make sure she was in the mood. He pressed his lips to hers in one heated kiss, before pausing, murmuring against her soft, intoxicatingly taunting lips.

“I was ‘fraid I’d be ‘lone t’night.”

He said against her lips, not knowing that right then, those words would be the thing that sent him spiralling into the depths of fucklessness. Yes, fucklessness is a word. Look it up.[/blockquote]

Words: 867
Muse: Meh, alright. Died. D;
Notes: WELL, I'm sorry for the failishness. He'll go from like.. wanting just sex, to realizing he likes her once she kicks him out the door. ;] Hope it's okay I already made him say shizz?[/size][/blockquote]

[LightningϟStrife]

The sound of his voice had her stomach sending butterflies to her heart. That strange, curious (albeit, slightly unwanted -- feared?) feeling, teetering towards something wonderful pulling at the strings of her core.

He made her happy.

She didn't really know why; he didn't do anything of utmost importance, nothing extravagant to show how he felt for her. Because, of course, he may not feel anything for her at all. But then why was she so sure? He had come, here, for her. For her. People didn't go out of their way just to see someone for nothing, right? Even if it wasn't love, it could be like. Or maybe she was just being cocky. Maybe she was being too hopeful; after all, since when did she ever indulge in worlds such as relationships. That was Pandora's thing, not hers. That kind of thing was forbidden in her mind. Would never work.

Yet still, her heart leapt at the sight of him. Her pulse quickened, her face beamed. The butterflies fluttered ever more furiously, and something horrifyingly like calefaction crept slowly but surely, to her cheeks. Ha. She was blushing. How quaint. And here she thought that only maidens blushed.

She blamed it on the calidity.

His eyes silently praised her, the increasing look of hunger in his eyes making her feel somewhat smug. She appealed to him, and so he came for her. That was all she needed. For him to search for her. For her to be on his mind. She didn't need silly little things like love. No, she was happy with what she had. Their eyes met, cerulean to ebony, and her heart quickened to an impossible pace. Yes. She was content. This was all she needed.

He spoke, and her heart leapt once again.

“Hey yourself.”

Lightning offered him a smirk, keeping up the nonchalant facade that she always showed. There was a part of her that yearned for that wall to break, but her mind piled on the bricks, making it harder to destroy. She was what she was. Her mind made sure of that. Minutely unfortunate perhaps, but a necessity all the same. Her wall was what she liked to think of as her defence; without it, she'd crumble into dust. She depended on it.

Ty was the only reason why she would want the wall to fall.

But even he wasn't enough for the bricks to crack.

She opened the door wider, and he slid in, that ravenous look still apparent in his eyes; she enjoyed that particular longing he held in his gaze. That certain crave, that could only be caused by herself. She adored it, because it meant that his attention was on her, and her only.

She wanted to embrace him as soon as the door shut; to wrap her arms around his neck and let the rest of the night blur into passion. He winked, and she felt the temptation increase. But, that was what he wanted, and always the tease, she held back, walking away from him instead. Yes, the sex was good, but the chase was just as exciting. That moment of waiting, to see who would break first -- who would make the first move.

“Thought y’knew me better.”

She answered with the raise of a brow, and her signature smirk. She stood, hip cocked and waiting.

He didn't disappoint.

He crept towards her, and the edge of her lips tugged up higher, delighted. She continued to stand and watch, body shivering with excitement, as he stalked closer with the air of a hunter, pride and slight arrogance radiating from his essence. His hand snaked around her waist, tugging her towards him, and she cursed the material that kept his skin from touching her own. She felt the urge to rip off her towel, but she fought, resisting. Not yet.

Lightning melted into his muscular frame, and she leant towards him, eyes flickering towards his, hands spreading to the back of his shoulders. His lips touched her neck, and she let out a soft sigh, her body automatically arching towards his, narrowing the space between them. His touch left a trail of fire, and her mind abandoned all thoughts of resistance, giving in to the hot temptation. But then his touch left, leaving her craving for more. She began to let out a small noise of protest, before his lips silenced her own, and she eagerly kissed back, her hands travelling across his shoulders, wanting to touch more. He pulled back, and she opened her eyes, confused. Lips still touching, he spoke.

“I was ‘fraid I’d be ‘lone t’night.”

She paused.

She should be happy. He had searched for her. But his words didn't sound quite right, and suddenly, the arrogance his posture held burnt a hole in her mind, annoyance overtaking the lust. What did he just say?

Their lips were still touching.

She pulled back, pushing him away from her at arms length. Eyes narrowing, her blue eyes turned to a darker shade. She wanted to ask what he meant by his careless words, what she meant to him, what he thought of her; but the words wouldn't come out. She was puzzled, bordering anger.

Was she being used?

Surely not. Surely she meant more to him than just sex. Surely.

But hadn't she thought something alike herself? That she was just something he searched for, something he kept around for pleasure. She had said she didn't care. But, she did.

Oh, did she care.

She wanted more.

But he did not.

She let go of his shoulders, letting her arms drop to her sides. Carefully, her now dark eyes flickered up towards his, her gaze cold and warning. She spoke, her voice blunt and emotionless.

"Why are you here?"

What am i to you?

She was asking a question to which she already knew the answer.

And yet, she still hoped.