Dance Academy discussion

((THIS should be an interesting dorm!!!))

Missouri strode into the room, all playfulness gone. Her things had thankfully reached her room before she did, and it would be best to get everything packed away. Doing just that, she made sure to start with the Bible she carried and anything else that might break her reputation, which included a few stuffed animals.

Finished with her unpacking, Missouri changed into something more leisure, such as her favorite leather jacket and the pants to match, and headed out to the beach.

Bianca got back to her room after washing her face, cleaning up the bruise and realizing it wasn't that bad. She walked over to her gray paisley bedspread and flopped on it, taking her wet clothes off and falling asleep on top of the covers in her sports bra and boy short panties, clutching her pillow as every now and then her breathing hitched from the leftover sobs she held in with her tears.

Bianca sat up in her sleep, rubbing her eyes and trying to place the sound, unsure what it was. "Hello?" she called, yawning heavily.

She laid back, burying her bruised face in the pillow again as she pulled the chain to turn on her lamp. "It's unlocked!" she called with a muffled voice.

She nodded, turning over to face him, brushing her gold hair from her face in a flawless kind of messiness. "Yes please." she nodded, stretching, her defined abdomen showing clearly between her underwear and sports bra.

She shrugged simply, managing a small smile. "It's okay, I'll heal," she eased, her eyes on him, searching the reaches of her mind for some way to cure him.

"You'll find some way to fix it," she assured with more confidence than she felt, sitting up straight.

She frowned, knowing he needed help. Then it hit her. Marijuana she thought, knowing it was often used to treat psychiatric diseases because it slowed the brain down. But she feared mentioning it to him.

She shook her head, pointing back to the bed. "No, I was just thinking...have you tried marijuana?"

She rose and walked to sit next to him, turned sideways with one leg on the bed. "No..it's sometimes used for psychiatric problems. It slows down brain functions," she said, running a hand against his hair.

She looked down, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment, realizing what a stupid idea it was. "I don't know.. sorry," she whispered, walking back to her bed, her body barely moving when she walked, as if she was floating.

She sighed, leaning over and picking up a ponytail holder from her bedside, which she used to tie back her hair into a messy bun, looking over at him and huffing in frustration. "You know..I don't have the plague. And neither do you."

She sighed again, looking down and tracing patterns on the bed in silence, her bare skin pale in the lamplight.

She bit her lip, her eyes cutting over to him. "Oh, you should be sorry, for touching your girlfriend, she spat, struggling to control emotion as she laid back, her exposed midriff stretching.

She groaned, shaking her head and covering her face with her arms. "So I have to live without my boyfriend coming near me?" she said in frustration, sitting up and crossing her legs on the bed.

"Whatever," she spat, standing and gripping her mirror, watching his eyes smoulder behind her. "For how hard you say it is on you, you sure as hell don't try!"

She gripped the oak wood of the dresser harder, looking down at her pine jewelry box, her eyes searching for an answer she didn't know. "Well, I did! But after this, I guess not!" she spat back, raising her voice.

She clenched her jaw to hold in tears. "Fine! See if I care!" she yelled, looking back at her empty bed in the mirror, standing firmly and angrily on her heels.
((I think he should lose himself with her))

((yep pretty much))
"I know," she said, knowing in her heart it was wrong to be upset at him for this, something he can't control, but she was so frustrated and tired.

"Well, why don't you just try? Hmm? Try like I do. Maybe you're not sick. Maybe you're just a hypocritical bas***d who can't control his emotions," she said, not thinking straight as the words left her.

She didn't realize, blinking quickly and wiping her eyes, looking up into the mirror to check for mascara smears. "I'm sorry." she murmured, fixing her boy shorts to be sure they covered her, watching herself in the mirror. "I didn't mean that."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking! I didn't mean it!" she yelled in response, wiping at her eyes again.

She looked down, tracing the lacquered wood grain with her fingers. "I'm..sorry..." she whispered in response, her voice cracking.

She looked in the mirror, his grin sending a shiver up her spine. She gritted her teeth. No. Never again. "I will break you before I let you do that," she said shakily.

She locked her fingers around the far side of the dresser, swallowing hard. "No, you don't"

"No," she said, her eyes dull as her muscular body tensed, watching him approach in the mirror, wiping her eyes again.

"I am a bit. Because you are not James. You don't love me," she said, letting go and standing up straight, watching him in the mirror.

"You aren't gentle and kind..like the real James, she spoke in the same calm, strong tone, standing tall as she watched him without any response to his actions.

She bit her lip, swallowing hard. She net his reflection's eyes. "Fine. You're James? Then listen. You are a lousy son of a b****! You know that? You tell me you love me, then beat me mercilessly! I..I can't be with you anymore!" she screamed, not meaning it but hoping it would bring him back.

She slapped his hand away hard. "No, and you know that. That's why I never talk. I cried when I told you. If you think that I do, you're thick, and full of bull*****" she spat back in response.

She hit his arm with a skilled hit, knocking it back and off of her. "You're a dirty liar. You're not my James," she growled, spitting in his face as she whirled around.

((sure i don't care, your choice))
She grimaced and leaned back, closing her eyes and shoving him back, turning and grabbing onto the dresser.

She turned, not caring anymore about her safety, immediately rushing to his and throwing her arms around his waist, burying her head in her chest. "No you're not!" she cried against him.

She sighed as her breathing slowly returned to normal in his hold, closing her eyes and marveling in the warmth and gentleness of the touch. She leaned back to look up at him, her hands on the sides of his face as her thumb swept across his stubble. "It's okay. Sh..it's okay. I'm fine. You're fine." she whispered, her voice smooth and sweet.

She touched his hand, pulling it back and looking up at him with warm, gentle eyes. "I'm fine," she murmured.

She moaned slightly at the soft heat of his skin against hers, parting her lips and standing on her toes to reach better

She whimpered at the gentle ease with which he handled her small body, clinging tightly to him as her breath came quick and fast.

She looked up at him with her gentle for eyes. "Y..yes. Just..please be gentle James,"she begged, laying back.

Her breathing quickened, and she held the sides of his face as she sighed

Her breathing hitched when he did do, trying to calm herself, telling herself it was ok. She nodded then, her deep eyes pleading with him

She moaned, arching her back, her position barely changing, as he already had her held like she was arched. She pulled back momentarily and her breath coming rapid and shallow.

She gripped his biceps with small, white fingers. "I...I'll be okay," You're fine. He loves you. Well, you think he loves you. He's himself right now and he would never harm you she assured herself silently, her eyes fluttering closed, hoping he would be gentle, that she could handle it.

She found a fluttering of courage show itself, and pressed her lips against him, her tongue dancing with his and her hand sliding down his tight shirt. "Whichever you want," she breathed.

She nearly gasped at his defined chest, and ran her warm fingers trailing down to his waistband, hooking them as she sighed, smiling demurely up at him with heavily lidded eyes.

She wrinkled her nose, smiling into the kiss before gasping, arching her back as he pulled on her shorts, moaning slightly and digging her nails slightly into his shoulder blade, trying not to panic.

She kissed his jaw slowly, inhaling whatever expensive cologne he was wearing before sighing and burying her head in his neck. She lay back, holding to the headboard with her hands and stretching herself out. "No..pl..please," she panted, her doe eyes burning up at him.

She smiled, laying back into the soft sheets and relaxing for him, giving him a full view of her barely sun-kissed body, every muscle perfectly formed. "Like what you see?"

She laughed lightly, which slowly turned into a moan as she watched him, arching slightly against him in an automatic response to his touch.