The Nephilim discussion

Sasha hurried to her room and slammed the door shut harder than she meant to. She was shaking.

What has gotten into me? she wondered, curling her hands into fists at her sides. She was being ridiculous, she knew that.
But no one had ever seen her lose control (unless it was her temper). not like that, and she didn't need that news to spread.

So she changed into sweatpants and a tank top before burying herself in pillows and closing her eyes, trying desperately to push her thoughts out of her head.

When sleep wouldn't come, Sasha rolled out of bed and— after poking her head out the door to make sure no one was in the hall— padded down to the Dining Hall.

She fell onto the bed with Wayde, feeling as though she should remind him of his meeting but unwilling to do so. Her hands ran along the muscles in his arms and chest.

His hands moved to her waist as he shifted her higher onto the bed, so that they didn't roll off.

Their legs tangled together. Sasha moved her lips down to his neck, fingers in his hair.

He found her lips again and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming the sides of her legs.

Her hands slipped under his shirt, against his warm skin. Her heart was flying in her chest.

He sat up slightly, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor before leaning back down again.

She inhaled sharply, fingers exploring the muscles of his stomach and shoulders before linking behind his neck again and holding his lips to hers.

His hands moved under her shirt, feeling the soft skin with hard muscle underneath.

(How far do you want to go with this? XP)

She trembled slightly under his touch, the roughness of his hands somehow exactly what she wanted. If possible, she pressed herself even closer to him.

Though everything in her protested against it, Sasha eventually pushed herself a few inches away from Wayde, breathing heavily. "Wait," she said breathlessly.

His breathing was rugged but he didnt stop her. "Okay."

"I just..." she scooted back into a sitting position, still underneath him. "I don't think I can do this. Not now. Not this soon." She was terrified Wayde would be angry with her. It would be so easy to sink into his arms again.

((Its kewl I fixed it haha.............
So delete them...))

He sat back, so that he wasn't on top of her. He smiled slightly. "I understand, Really."

((Thanks))

Sasha leaned over to kiss him again, careful not to let it go too far this time. "Thank you," she murmured against his lips.

"For what?" He smiled.

"For being so great about this. I wasn't sure either of us were going to stop." She blushes.

He laughs, his voice still slightly husky. "I'll never force you to do anythig."

She drew her knees up to her chest and leaned against him. "Thank you," she told him again, for lack of anything better to say.

They lay like that for a long time.

((Aww!... They're so cute.))

((LMAO...Ahuh))

Sasha woke up in the middle of the night, moonlight streaming in through her open window. One of Wayde's arms was draped over her, though he was still asleep. She smiled when she saw him, reliving the moments of the evening before. Then she settled more comfortably against him and closed her eyes.

The sunlight that filters through the window woke Wayde up. He rolled onto his back and stretched. Taking note of his surroundings, he saw Sasha cuddled up beside him and smiled.

Eventually Sasha woke up. She was still exhausted, so she tried pulling a pillow over her head to block out the sun and go back to sleep.

He laughed, a deep rumble in his chest as she tried to hide form the sun.

"How early is it?" she mumbled from under her pillow when she heard Wayde laugh. "And why are you so cheerful at this hour?"

He looked at the clock beside the bed. "Its 9am."

"Why am I awake?" she groaned. "Half the fun of living here is sleeping in."

He laughed. "Whatever you say."

((they really are cute!see i changed my post.i don't want to be the alien in your heaven))

((is you're character still around or did you delete her completely?))

Sasha peered out from under her pillow. "Don't tell me you're one of those morning people," she said to Wayde.

((No, she's still around))

He laughed. "No, I'm actually usually a very bad morning person. Bu I've been up for a while."

((okay good!))

She finally sat up. "You didn't have to stay until I woke up, you know. Watching me sleep isn't exactly exciting." she said.

"I thought it was very entertaining. You talk in your sleep, by the way." His eyes were laughing.

Sasha looked horrified. She held up a pillow, both as a shield against whatever he was going to say or as a weapon if he answered incorrectly. "What did I say?"

He laughed. "Don't worry, you didn't spill any of your deep, dark secrets. It was mainly gibberish."

"Mainly?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He grinned.

She whacked him over the head with the pillow. "Wayde! What did I say?"

Smiling mischievously, he fended off the pillow attack. "Noothing." He said with feigned innocence

"Yeah," she scoffed, twisting her hair in a knot on top her head. "I believe that."

((Sorry it took me so long, it didnt pop up in notifications and I kinda forgot about it, lol))

He feigned a look of hurt. "You don't beleive me? That's mean."

(Haha no big deal!))

"What can I say? I'm cranky when I get up early." She shrugged with a grin, falling back onto her pillows.

He laughed. "Clearly."

"Well," she said, hopping off the bed and grabbing a change of clothes. "Since it appears I'm not getting any more sleep, I'm going to shower. I need something to wake me up."

"You do that." He was still laughing slightly.

Sasha narrowed her eyes at him before going into the bathroom and shutting the door. She showered quickly, pulled her hair into a loose, wet ponytail, and threw on jeans and a fitted white v-neck. Then she went back into her room. "I think I'm going to head up to the training center," she told Wayde.