Green and Gray (Amanda / David)

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

Amanda's gaze shifted down to her hands in her lap quickly, as if it would hide the blush that continued to darken on her lightly colored flesh. "Oh yeah? How so?" she asked quietly, not trusting her voice to move above a whisper; she didn't know if her voice would shake from the word he'd used. Was he flirting with her? God she really needed a lesson in romantics, or whatever the hell it was called. Amanda had no idea what she was getting herself into. As far as she was concerned David was a boy she liked, really liked. It was strange though, for her to actually act on feelings that she had that were like this. She had a terrible fear of rejection. It was a little silly how much she feared hearing the word no or being pushed away; it hadn't happened to her before, but the fear was still there.

"Amongst other things." she said without really thinking about it, a dangerous color of red swept across her face and moved down her neck. Could she have been any more obvious about her desires? Amanda's eyes focused in on their hands together and wondered how long it would take for her to find herself sitting on his lap again. Her mind gathered that it probably wouldn't be long. She bit her lip again softly and adjusted her gaze back up to David, the blush still painfully evident on her cheeks. "I mean... I... uh... Hi." she finished nervously. There was no way in her mind to rectify the slip she'd made. What else was there to check other than vital signs to make her seem less obvious? Oh right, nothing.

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

David's smile gave way to laughter. His eyes continued to flicker about from here to there on her face. He lifted his hand, grazing her neck with callused fingertips to stroke the soft line of her neck and jaw. His kiss came softly after that, brushing over her lips delicately. Her mouth was meant to be savored.

He reached for her hand again, guiding it to his chest, where his heart-rate was making a drum-beat against his ribs. He was getting all sorts of mixed signals from his body. His system was insisting that he start thinking about getting at the pills under his mattress. Every inch of his flesh demanded, however, that he make it his immediate business to commit the details of this girl to memory.

Pulling away from the kiss, he touched the tip of his nose to hers, softly. "How're my vitals?" His voice was a hoarse whisper.

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

Amanda's heart was racing and her face was heating up still. His fingers reminded her of last night and it was obvious that he often visited his guitar. Her body leaned forward a little to capture his lips, aching to feel them again. In a way she wanted it to end up like last night, without the interruption, perhaps let it go even further than last night. She still wasn't sure if that last bit scared her or not, or even whether or not it made her a slut. At least she could say she'd never done this before unlike other girls around here. Compared to other girls her age she could have been considered a saint, not that she ever would.

She felt her hand being pulled to his body, against his heart. Amanda bit her lip again gently, "Well you're alive, just the way I like you."

[/b] she said truthfully. She didn't think that he would have been any fun if he was dead. In a strange way she liked the way he made her blush. Her hand pulled away from his heart area and climbed up his body to his neck and then to his hair. She was almost tempted to climb back onto his lap, however she wasn't sure he'd want her to. She bit her lip again gently, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Her hand moved up to touch his lips with her index finger gently. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

<sub>David smirked against the soft pad of her finger-tip, kissing her again. His arms folded around her body, pulling her close to him by her narrow hips. He loved the feeling of her hesitation; her innocence. His lips made a trail to her neck, kissing her in the hollow above her collar-bone.

He felt a small tremor in his body; a wanting for his first love, amphetamines. He ignored it for a few moments longer, setting his brow against her neck as his hands wandered beneath her shirt, settling on her back and drinking in the warmth of her skin. Women were amazing creatures, created to be savored and desired. The boy pulled her again, urging her to return to that place they'd found before.

He wanted to kiss every one of her tattoos, her ribs, her eyelids, her fingertips, her knuckles. How could Dave help himself when the product was so beautifully designed? "You want to see the bedroom?" he asked into her skin, true to David-Form in non-romantic dialogue.</sub>

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

Amanda felt her body move closer to his, she ached for it. Again, like the previous night, she wanted to be closer to him. She gasped quietly as his lips connected with the skin near her collar bone. Even though she didn't know him well she still loved his lips, so experienced and so delicious. Amanda moved her fingers to tangle into his hair gently, for the second time in two days Amanda was aiming to use instinct as well as David's lead to help her through this thing they were doing. She didn't know if she could bring herself to straddle his lap like she had, she wasn't sure what would happen if she did. It wasn't that she didn't want to, she did, it was that she wasn't sure if she wanted to lose her virginity on a couch in the middle of David's band's tour bus. The whole concept of losing it just seemed foreign to her.

She felt him speak into her body wherever his mouth had been pressed, she blushed further and smirked a little. "You're not very subtle."

[/color] She murmured softly, amused by his not so subtle approach to getting her between the sheets. Honestly though he could have been even less subtle and she probably would have gone with it. Amanda predicted deep down that she'd probably lack the ability to ever refuse him anything. Amanda bit her lip gently and stood up, "But yeah, lead the way." she said looking down at her. She'd forgotten all about the scars and scabs that tattooed her upper stomach. Even though the small lines basically ran her life they still evaded her thoughts, perhaps it was the hormones clouding up her thinking process once again.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

<sub>"I'm not too good at subtle," David admitted, swallowing. His blood was racing between substance and surrender. He'd submitted his body to the act of knowing her, fully. His arm slithered around her hips again as he stood, laying his weight gently but insistently against her as he cupped her face in his other hand and kissed her again. "Bed's all the way in the back," he panted when he took his lips away from hers again.

He took her by the wrist, backing down through the narrow space of the bus towards the room from which Jonathan had emerged the night before. Passing his bunk, he slipped his hand inside, expertly locating and extracting a small plastic baggie from beneath the mattress. His dialog may have been blunt, but his body was familiar with the dance of deceit. The baggie was in his pocket in the blink of an eye, and his attentions had never been taken from Amanda.

In the back of the bus, the room was tiny, but the bed big enough to support the presence of a couple, comfortably. The blinds were drawn already, upholding the purpose of the room, which was uninterrupted day-time napping. The light had been left on by the last person to use the place.

The guitarist entered the tinny space, stepping aside to make room for his gorgeous companion so that he could lock the door behind them.</sub>

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

Amanda leaned into his body when he stood up and held his arms around her. She smiled against his lips as he kissed her. Not subtle was probably an understatement. This guy seemed to be about as subtle as a shotgun. There was probably a time in history when she would have considered his advances subtle, but that was definite history. As innocent as she was she still understood stuff that wet on around her, even though she'd probably fall for subtle advances she wasn't completely ignorant to the sins that went on around her... well, most of them. "That's okay, it's cute." she smiled, allowing herself to be pulled away from the couch to the back of the bus, past where she assumed most of the band members slept, and passed well, everything. Her eyes didn't move from his lips, she still wanted more of them. Amanda's teeth bit down on the soft flesh that his lips had occupied just moments ago.

She moved past his David's body and sat on the bed gently. Amanda had no idea what to expect, she didn't really know how physical he was. In her defense she really didn't know how physical most people were, how could she? She rarely dealt with people. She mainly dealt with cameras and electronics, people weren't in her job description. "This is nice." she said awkwardly, not really sure what she meant by the statement. It was completely innocent, it was nice that they had a bed in the back of the bus, perhaps it had been that she had no idea what to say to him. She'd never been in this sort of situation before.

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

<sub>Davidwasn't sure how creepy it was to be turned on by her innocence. He came to the bed, placing his hands to either side of her on the mattress and a knee on the edge of the frame. He got his lips over her mouth again, breathing noisily through his nostrils and pushing her gently toward a more horizontal position. This was going to happen. There was no question about that. David's methods of foreplay were not romantic or long-lasting when his high. All his brain knew was the desire to get to the obvious conclusion.

His mouth parted from hers again, his breaths coming in the pant of all lusty young men. "Lights on or off?" Best to get the details settled. His hand wandered up her hip, thumb working beneath her shirt, towards more serious territory. Dave ducked forward again and kissed the skin where her neck and shoulder met. Knowing only days before that she wouldn't have given him a second only egged the boy on. She was so inexplicably perfect. It was as if he'd been offered a sweet that before had been refused to him. She was like a taste of aged brandy, and oh so intoxicating.

His other hand rose her side, sliding beneath her shirt and over her ribs, his fingers splaying as they reached the middle of her back, beneath her shoulder blades and bra. She was warm to a body which had walked through November Seattle Air. "Um..." He parted from her, yet again. "Are you, like, on the pill?"</sub>

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

Amanda moved her lips against his messily, as someone as inexperienced as she was. She felt her back being pressed down into the mattress. Her arms moved to wrap around his lower back, Amanda's hands crawled up his back to his shoulders, her fingers caught the bottom of his shirt as they moved. In her mind she really didn't care for any sort of anything, she just sort of wanted this to get over, she just wanted to let her instincts run wild and get rid of the careful control she kept on a regular basis. Being around David she just sort of stopped caring about holding in everything that she felt... to an extent.

She whimpered quietly at the loss of his lips on her skin, but she felt blood run into her cheeks hearing his voice with all the sex that laced his tone. "Don't care." she managed to whisper out. Amanda probably would have preferred the lights off during this conquest, but she couldn't bring herself to say so as it probably would have pulled him away from her. She felt his hand moving against the skin of her stomach. She knew that there was some reason she didn't want him to go there, though she couldn't pinpoint why. Her mouth let a small gasp escape her mouth as his lips made contact with the bottom portion, or whatever it was called, of her neck. Her grip tightened on his body, wishing that he'd never go away.

Amanda nodded furiously, aching for him to touch her flesh again, "Yeah." she moaned in quiet frustration. Of course she forgot to mention the part that she often forgot to take her birth control. As reliable as she was, she never managed to remember to take that stupid white pill. She didn't really think that it mattered much, she normally took it that should have counted. "I do." she added in nothing more than a whisper.

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

<sub>There was a period of essentials, in which David balanced a fervent desire to kiss every inch of her body with the task of unbuttoning his belt, tossing his jeans to the floor. He paused in the dim light of the room to move back to her hips, kissing the rise of her hip-bone as he unbuttoned her jeans for her. Such was the ritual he'd grown accustomed to for women.

His body gave him another nudge from a different part in his brain; an ache in his bones. It wanted drugs. He sighed into her skin, sitting up on the bed leaning over the side to grab his jeans back up. "Do you trip?" He fished in his pockets for the baggie, drawing one out as easily as he played a riff on his guitar.

The boy transferred the tiny white pill into his mouth with a jerk of his head, crushing it between his molars and swallowing it dry.</sub>

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

Amanda swallowed violently as he began to unbutton the only protection her legs had against the air. She was nervous, as was probably normal with one's first time, or with the first time someone had actually shown more skin than a short sleeved shirt allowed. Yes, this girl had a bad habit of hiding behind layers of clothing, a defense so that the public could not view her skinny, pale body. It had been that way since late middle school, people made fun of how little she had going for her. At one time the seemingly cold girl had been quite happy, but that all was gone now, for the most part anyway. Her family and close friends were the only people who really saw past that mask of apathy, them and David. That was a strange case, she'd found herself opening up to him so quickly that it could have been particularly scary.

She watched him curiously from where she laid on the bed, he'd abandoned her for his jeans. Perhaps he was looking for a condom? She didn't know why he would be though, she'd already said she was on the pill. Maybe he was one of those people who liked to be extra safe, although she didn't know if it really fit his character, but then again, she didn't really know much about him to really judge. Her eyes went wide with shock and innocence. Trip? Acid? Did he do acid? That was the only thing she'd really connected to tripping, that and falling flat on one's face, but she didn't think he was going to fall on his face anytime soon. "Trip? No? I-I don't think so." She said softly watching him take the pill into his mouth. Was that what acid looked like? Hell, she didn't know anything about drugs. And in any way, she thought acid was something else. Then again she stayed way clear of drugs, her parents would hate her if she started that stuff.

"What was that?" she asked half-heartedly. She wasn't exactly sure if she really cared to know, or perhaps that feeling was once again hormones.

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

"It's nothing," David said, crawling back across the mattress towards her. "I'm just getting a headache." True story. It was up to her to guess about how it was that David dealt with pain. His body straddled hers as he reached to dim the lights, knocking them down to a low glow that gave their bodies subtle outlines, but little detail. He kissed her again, before his hand had even left the lamp, and his body ached a different way, wanting her.

He shucked his shirt, which was still damp with sweat. Peeled away from his body, it hung from his fist for a moment before falling to a pile on the floor. In the soft light his muscles moved beneath the patterns on his skin, animating them in some strange way. He reached for her shirt next, his demeanor a mix of lusty urgency and a strange, nurturing spirit as he nursed her through this process. It hadn't occurred to him that she might still be innocent or that none of this was familiar ground for her. His lips closed over her mouth again as he gently pulled at the fabric, intent on freeing her from it.

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

Amanda accepted it without question, he could have pulled out a knife for all she really cared right now. She just wanted his fingers to brush against her heated flesh again. When the lights dimmed she bit her lip gently, this was really going to happen. She was honestly going to sleep with this boy, this boy that she just, realistically, met. He'd seemed protective of her, a quality that she'd often longed for from someone who wasn't her blood relative. She kissed back shyly, it was slowly coming back too light that she had absolutely no idea what she was doing.

There was hardly anything between them now, nothing really but his pants and her clothes. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she felt him begin to lift her shirt. Her lips moved once again against David's more experience ones. Amanda's fingers moved to the hem of her shirt and began to lift, helping him to get rid of the piece of clothing. The truth was that she'd forgotten all about her little self harm, there was no part of her mind that still recalled the cuts. When she'd managed to pull her own shirt above her head she left it above her head on the bed, and move her hands to his shoulders. She clung to his inked skin like it was her last dying wish.

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

<sub>David smirked into her skin as she got into the spirit of things. His arms encircled her narrow body, his laying his brow against the heat of her flesh. His lips started a trail at her collar bone, kissing gently, at time teasing with teeth, traveling the length of her sternum, between her breasts, to the softness of her navel. Noises came from his throat -- lusty, involuntary, primitive. His breath rushed across her skin, hot and uneven as his body awoke to cave-man instincts.

In the darkness, David encountered a texture contrary to the soft, supple reality of her flesh. His brow furrowed as his ecstasy was interrupted by confusion. His lips wandered over her scars, feeling the many grooves in her skin. The nature of these scars slowly dawned on his mind, addled by exhaustion, drugs and need. David's fingertips traced the lines, gently, curiously, and then he kissed her again, blessing the grim reminders of her self-harm with the attentions of his lips. His brain wasn't processing as it should have; wasn't registering as it should have. All he understood about her scars were the way they matched the marks he'd left in his arms; the scars his tattoos hid. They were cut from the same tattered fabric, Amanda and David.

He kissed her, on her ribs and hips and gently on her belly. He encountered the fabric of her undergarments, and, as naturally as if he were playing a scale, his hand rose to the clasp of her bra, relieving her of one more essential piece of clothing. All the while, his lips, his teeth, his tongue were visiting her skin.</sub>