[CENTER][COLOR=F796A9][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][/CENTER][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/sdstDSt.jpeg[/img] [img]https://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/27900000/Alex-alex-pettyfer-27913840-500-238.gif[/img][/center][indent][sub][COLOR=F796A9][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Southern Plateau, Dundas Island[/I] - [I]Pacific Royal Campus[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=F796A9][b]Welcome Home #1.95:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Making A Memory[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=F796A9][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][indent][sub][color=F796A9][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR][I] Banjo ([@Hound55])) [/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=F796A9][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [COLOR=GRAY][I]Hollywood and Glam[/I][/color][/right][/SUP][/indent] [color=darkgray] As Calli lay there in her ensemble, she fought hard to stop the thoughts of how silly she was and how stupid she looked. Despite the years at PRCU she wasn't quite over the torment she faced in her childhood. It was especially present in her early adolescent years when her father took her to the side to explain how her budding womanhood would be a boon for them. Even now she hated the words he used. The feelings he made her feel as he talked. She looked to her mother for guidance but her mom only found solace at the bottom of a wine glass or in the bed of another man. She heard footsteps approach and shook herself alert. She heard Banjo speak but he came into the tent before she could respond. And the look he gave her told her all she needed to hear. [color=F796A9]"Like what you see handsome?"[/color] she purred, allowing the words to wash over him, hoping to excite him. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Whoa..."[/color] [i]Words, ya deadset dropkick.[/i] Suddenly Banjo's mouth went dry, and every word he knew fell out of his head. [i]You are good at words. Say what they will about ya, but everyone knows that much. Or are you only good with em when you're trying to get [b]OUT[/b] of a situation? Get it together and say somethin', ya dag.[/i] When did she even pack that? He asked himself, scooping the fallen words back into his head. One outfit and a sultry sentence, and he was temporarily cast back to the inexperienced boy he'd been in this place five years ago, stumbling and bumbling over himself around her, trying too hard to make her happy. [i]You have a question. That's something to say. Use it. At least until you get your shit back together.[/i] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Very much, yeah."[/color] He said, sliding his shoes off by the tent's entrance and approaching. [color=darkgoldenrod]"So, uhh, when exactly did all of this happen, then?"[/color] He gestured to her lace outfit. [color=darkgoldenrod]"You'll hear no complaints out of me. Just... Unexpected."[/color] It might not have been the exact reaction she was hoping for. She would have gathered he'd torn off all of his clothes and made his way toward her, but she would take it. [color=F796A9]"It was something Jim pointed out during my meeting with him. The dance is a single moment and should be treated as such. Even if we are angry at the Foundation or the school it shouldn't detract from enjoying things as they come."[/color] As she spoke, her finger traced the lace outlining the fabric close to her breast. If only to ensure Banjo paid attention to the important things. [color=F796A9]"So I want to make a memory with you."[/color] She beckoned him with her eyes, hoping the guy would catch the hint. [i]'Enjoying things as they--' Hoo boy![/i] His eyes traced her hands. The bottom fell out of his head and the words tumbled out again. [i]Won't be needing those anyway...[/i] He said, letting them all fall away. [i]Hup, wait... Maybe that one.[/i] He snatched just one, as he let everything drop to the floor along with his clothes. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Absolutely."[/color] He said, throwing his last word. Before he joined her in bed, kissing her warmly. The embrace fulfilled all she had needed. Just to have him within her arms was enough. Five years meant something. It meant everything. She could feel the voice tugging at the back of her mind. That evil voice that wanted her to stop it all and never enjoy a good thing. She quickly shut it out. She wanted to enjoy this moment. She wanted Banjo to enjoy this moment. No not Banjo. Andrew. A name he held dear that he trusted her with and knew it meant something when she said it. She responded to his touch, feeling the warmth spread through her body. [color=F796A9]"Andrew..."[/color] she uttered as she allowed him to take control. It was her gift. She had wanted control for so long that it took a while to find someone she was willing to let go for. To allow them to have her as she was. He kissed her throat, the side of her neck, his fingers ran a trail across her sides, as he felt her walls fall. Happy to be. He kept kissing down. As his fingers kept exploring her. He heard 'Andrew' leave her lips, without judgement, and he left them without rebuttal. Here, in this place, he would absorb them. With her, he would take everything she had to give him. Everything that she could want of him would be hers. Without words, he found another use for his mouth, and felt a brief rush of pride as he felt the bedding next to his head get bunched up in her quick grasp. She allowed herself to loosen, feeling him touch her with hand and mouth and she delivered in kind. She gripped the bedding and allowed herself to enjoy this shared moment between them. She tried not to be too loud, fearing the others would hear them, but she also did not mind. They knew her and Banjo were together and probably assumed they were intimate. Let them hear. She nearly laughed at her boldness. The Calliope of the past would surely not be this open. Their rhythm was generating solidly. Attuned to one another, though this was not like the romance movies where the main characters fell in sync almost immediately. She was reminded of the awkward boy and she, the naive girl, and how weird it was at first. Relationships took work. Love was not something to be trifled with. And it was love. [color=F796A9]"I love you..Andrew..."[/color] she said between breaths. With his mouth full, and no words, he chose to show rather than tell. There'd be time for that later. Her words buoyed him, and he rewarded her for them enthusiastically. Slowly, he raised a free hand, and placed it on hers, where she gripped the bedding, and she turned her hand and clutched his. He felt her wanting as much of him as she could give. More connection. Her nails dug into the back of his hand in a quickened grasp and a gasp, and he felt home in ways he never did when away from her. After a while as her breathing settled, he kissed his way up, and took her face, framing it in his hand. He looked deep into her eyes, and with his pride and confidence bringing some words with them, he uttered everything she wanted to hear. [color=darkgoldenrod]"I love you too, Calliope."[/color] She felt his hand grab hers, as a comfort as well as a control, and she met him, allowing herself to feel everything. In this moment with him, it was as if the world outside froze to allow them this time to make it matter. She said she wanted to make a new memory with him and this was shaping to be one she would not forget. A reminder as they got older how, despite the heaviness of the day and recent events, what mattered was that they were there. And they were together. His words of affirmation lit a fire inside of her. She had heard the words before from others she assumed meant it, though actions spoke louder. And Banjo was nothing if not a man of action. She tried not to hurt him, but could not help it. He didn't seem to mind. This was what it felt like to be truly loved by someone who wanted nothing more than for her to be herself. Her breathing slowed and she controlled herself. She reached up and put her hand to his cheek, enjoying the touch and feel of his skin. Her face in his hand, he saw a single strand of long hair hanging down in front of her face, matted to her forehead out of place in perspiration. A strand which would never be allowed out of place at any other time. Held back by a silent presence which had always passively held her to a standard of perfection even in its absence. A presence she hated, but still affected and shaped her in the ways any formative influence would. The hair stood as proof to the presence's absence in this place. Here she was truly liberated. And to him, she had never looked more beautiful. After all, he knew how much it could take to shake the formative influences in one's life. He pulled her close, and together they entwined. [hr] The two lay there next to each other, her hand in his as her thumb ran over his back and forth. [color=F796A9]"So, was it a nice surprise?"[/color] Calliope had meant her newly acquired lingerie, though anything might have been the surprise in this instance. She leaned her head into the crook of his neck, content to remain there for a few moments more. She was sure no one missed them. And if they heard them, they didn't bother calling it out. [color=darkgoldenrod]"You are... the master of understatement."[/color] He turned his head slightly to kiss her forehead before moving back. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Incredibly nice... and incredibly surprising."[/color] He lay their in a weird mental place. Focus heightened from the repeated use of his power that day, but mind cleared from the post-coital afterglow. Calliope smiled, happy to have surprised Banjo. And even herself, if she were being honest. [color=F796A9]"Whatever happens here, with the school, with the Foundation, even with Blackjack, I am glad I have you. Through it all, through all we've been through, you have been the rock I needed to ground me here."[/color] Words unspoken but he knew her past. He knew she had little else outside of the school that she was able to call her own. What she had here she made, but she didn't do it alone. He absorbed her words with a smile, knowing how much they meant to her. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Well, good."[/color] She was capable of so much. More than she knew. If he could support that, great. [color=darkgoldenrod]"And you're home... To me."[/color] He added later, realising the possible confusing meaning. So much of his life he'd gone place to place. Temporary residency wherever he'd gone. He'd never really felt of any one place as 'home'. Hers was a defining comfort. Calli slowly drifted to sleep, comforted by the presence near her. Whatever came next, she would be ready for. She squeezed Banjo’s hands one last time as she slept, comforted knowing she’d have pleasant dreams for once. [/color]