Two lost souls

"No its fine beats me being outside passed out" he shook his head. He rubbed his eyes a few times before letting his shoulders just slump, with his elbows resting at his upper part of his thigh or close to the knees. "Nothing.." he answered looking down. It was a total lie, sleepless night can be seen a little by the corner of his eyes. He felt ache all over, his muscles felt sore. "Just been having trouble sleeping its nothing really..." he reached up to touch his hair, it was still shiny with little less gel added to it. "What about you? Willow? Why are you instead of home?" he turn his attention back to her. She was a lot more attractive than more girls he looked at. She had something that made him want to see what was under that shirt or pants. Whatever he wouldn't mind seeing what this girl look like if she just acted less tough and set her guards down. Shed some skins was the right word for it.


 
Willow nodded. She watched Jon for a bit, his movements interesting her for some reason. She had been so busy fighting that world that she had overlooked love since Corvce walked out of her life. "If it's taking your sleep I doubt that it's really nothing." She said noticing that there was a stiffness in the way he was sitting. He was in pain, Willow could tell. "I can't go home to night. There would be more yelling, more fighting, more everything. When I go back my aunt will hav left for one of her 'jobs' and I can be at peace 'for she gets back." Willow said. She didn't know if that was descriptive enough but again she had just met this guy. He may have had a body made for sin but there where a few things that Willow would rather keep to herself.
 
"I see" Jon couldn't really understand her. He was getting something about her aunt and than she not wanting to be home. He had trouble hearing at times or she just spoke that way all the time. He looked over at Willow, the side of his face lifted to somewhat of a smile. "You remind me of someone I don't know what is it but hell I wouldn't remember" he said scratching his face. "Is there a bathroom here? I feel like I have to whizz, can't hold it any longer" he stood taking his jacket off. His muscles were tone well enough that it slipped through his shirt. Jon was tall just like Jake and his father Ross. But he was more built while his brother was lean and his father had a mixture of both. It came naturally for them them three. Keeping in shape and having well enough healthy bodies.


 
Willow was happy to hear that he had no intention of asking questions. Willow didn't really do well with questions let alone answers. Willow smiled back but it was so soft of a smile that it really couldn't be seen on that stoic face. Willow laughed. "Ey if there's another me out there the world should be hiden." She said jokingly. Jon took of his jacket and Willow's body reacted in that strange way that she had experienced before. Willow had heard her friend talk about this kind of attraction and had thought then stupid for letting their bodies win over their minds. As Willow brought her legs up to her chest and buried her face the fabric of her now much to coarse jeans Willow realized just how hard it was to keep control. "Out the door, down to the left." She said while keeping her face hidden. Willow didn't want Jon to see her blushing.
 
"Kay thanks" Jon smiled a little more seeing how she hid away from his gaze. He left out the door and went to the bathroom. He met a few people on the way and spoke to a few for just a few minutes. He finished inside the bathroom in less than five minutes. He clean himself up now that he was holding up more. He directed himself back to the room, he top less than twenty minutes of being outside. "Interesting people you've got here" he added leaning against the wall now. He wonder if he should go home now that he felt okay, but something was pulling him on to stay here. He wanted to spend the night Willow even if no contact happen, he could control his desires? Right?


 
Jon's words fell on def ears. The moment Jon had left Willow looked up and into the mirror that was beside the bed. She could see that color had reached her cheeks which she really didn't know why this was a function of the body. Then again it was kind of warm in the room. Willow took off the shirt on top, leaving only the black tank top that she wore underneath then went back to the top of the trunk. There she had fallen asleep. Willow hadn't meant to but it seemed like too many emotions too soon had taken more out of her than she was ready to handle. The lines of her face where softer, less guarded than when she was awake. Willow seemed so much more innocent at the moment.
 
Jon noticed Willow had taken her shirt off, she was wearing nothing but a tank and still her jeans. She had fallen asleep but a sudden desire grew when he saw her sleeping that way. "I didn't mean to disturb you.." he turn to look slightly away but still looking at her from the corner of his eyes. "If you want I could go home now? Its cool with me" he added. That was such a dumbas$ move but he didn't want to desrespect Willow in anyways or form. He like her she was cool. You know not often you get that from someone like Willow. But his hormones was kicking in full speed ahead. He like her a lot that he wanted to know how it would feel to actually kiss her.



 
Willow's shallow sleep was broken why his words. It was at this point that she knew that something was a little off. Normally she would have killed anyone that woke her up. Then again she was really all at that out of it to start with. "If ya feel like you can go home. I mean you looked like ya were in pretty bad form." Willow said as she stretched out with her hands over her head then slipped off the trunk she had fallen asleep on. She walked over to him, there was a curios look behind the bit of heat that resided in her eyes. Slowly she glided a hand up that chiseled stomach. "Are you real?" She whispered unable to look at Jon's face.
 
Jon didn't expect that to happen. She walked over to him and he thought she was gonna hand over his jacket and see him out. He was wrong. He instead felt her soft hand gliding up his stomach, were it sat tone and a bit emptied from all the puking up he did earlier. "Well it depends what you mean real..." he said looking over her. He could feel the heat between them, it had been there all along. It just took time and maybe a little effort before something was to explode. He adjusted his neck to the side and place his arms around her bottom. Either she punch him or he'll take the risk. The choices were hard to resist, so he did what he wanted to do when he saw her singing her heart about. He pressed his lips lustfully against her lips. He did fully with a bit of action and more heated added to it. It was worth the temptation.



 
Willow was acting totally unlike Willow. She never went after guys, she never touched anyone without their consent unless it was to hurt them, she never kissed and she never opened up. Here under Jon's kiss she felt as if she could open up just a little bit to him. Willow wanted more. She sank her hand into his hair in the back of his hand and kissed him back. There was something about Jon that made her feel sexy, that made her feel female in a way that she never knew she could feel. Willow pressed against Jon, her body reacting without much guidance from her alcohol drenched mind.
 
He slipped his arms up so that he could carry her back to the bed. With not much space surrounding them, he did what he could. He kept kissing her till he turn around and plop himself right on the bed. He was still holding her now her knees rested on the bed and his hands were wondering up her tank. Jon wanted to break away, but he kept telling himself damn she so hot. I can't let her go, I can't let her go, I can't let her go, the temptation was to great than his serious voice that echo on the back of his mind. It was to much bliss that he was undoing her one by one, little by little as she was doing to him. He even nip her lips, moans and groans escaped their lips. Lust took over within the beat of their hearts pressed against each other. He let everything loose and it all unfold before them.



 
Willow's night was blurred by lust, hormones and alcohol. It had been hard to tell in that small room when the sun came up seeing as there was just one window covered by a thick curtain to block it out. When she came to she found herself staring at a mass of brown muscle. She breathed in his comforting sent, felling a glowing peaceful warmth that Willow had never really heard about. Her first instinct was to bit softly into it as a form of playfulness but then everything seemed to come back to her. She had given her first time to a complete and total stranger. In a hostel like the most worthless and disgusting of wh0res. She pushed herself off of him and punched where she knew it would hurt worse. "Get up and get out." Willow hissed as she started to get dressed herself.
 
Morning came with a big hang over and so did a cheap shot at the crouch. He groan in pain wondering where that foot came from! As if the pain wasn't enough, he rolled off the bed and fell with a loud thud. "What the heck was that for?" he groan rolling at the side of his stomach. He could feel the pain surge up his legs giving him that sensation of a thousand jolly horses. "Willow?" he said looking up after the pain passed a couple minutes later. "Willow what's wrong? Why are you hitting me?" he wasn't aware of anything. He tried to stand, he was in his boxers but nothing else. "What did I do?" he asked rubbing his eyes shut.


 
Willow did what she did best when faced with questions like that. Twist turn, lie. "You took advantage of a drunken girl that's what you b!tch ass motherfu@er." She said said without any shame in what she was saying. Self loathing became loathing for everyone else. Willow had dressed at top speed and started to try and find ways to make herself look like she had the night before and not like she had just rolled out of bed... From a night of passion. "If ya want to leave with most of your blood on the inside of your body ya will fu@k off now." She said slowly in case Jon had missed it the first time. She didn't want to see him. She didn't want to be reminded just how much like Penelope Paradox she could become.
 
"Relax!" he said shouting back. If anything he was gonna say you came on to me. But that would've been a cheap shot. "Come on let's talk about this, look we bothe cross the line there's nothing to worry about..." there was a lot to worry about. Jon hadn't used protection, he had slept with a total stranger and for some reason he couldn't just leave without calming her down. "Come on talk to me, I'm not gonna hurt you Willow.." he explain getting dress before she started to fly some fist at his direction. "Can you just please talk to me? I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise..." he kept saying but she was determine to rip him apart instantly, Jon was built for these kinda of fights but not from a girl name Willow. A chick he may like already if she didn't had to seem so hostile.


 
There was nothing to worry about? Her honer for one. What little of it she held on to as a Paradox woman may have just been swept away. What little innocence she could clame. There were was the phisical aspect of it. Willow was the kind of person that would walk with a broken limb but she felt like Jon had left a wound inside her. Yet he promised not to hurt her. "Like fu@k ya wont." She hissed while still running her hands through her hair. Men where all the same. How many times had Penelope promised that the next guy she went out with would be the last one. Or The One. They had all failed her. As for herself, there was too much for her to try and forgive. This was when a thought came to her. Willow pailed. "I could be..." Not with everything going on, not with the rest of her own life to think about. She couldn't take care of another person that she had a very good possiblity of messing up. Willow turned to Jon and aimed stright for the diafram to knock out all the air. If she was pragenet, no one would be able to find Jon's corps.
 
Jon blocked before she hit him where it hurts. She said something in which he feared the same or was he just imaging her every thoughts. Jon blocked and put her in a tight hold. He dragged her out of the room picking her up when she started to kick and swing at his legs. He dragged her to the bathroom and there in the shower he pushed her down. He said the right wording of spells which click the waters to spring down. The water was cold but it was his only way to calm her down. "I'm out of here!" he stood before she got up to continue her force on him. He apparated away regretting ever meeting the likes of Willow Paradox, but he felt guilty. When he appeared at his temporary flat, he slump down mad about the whole situation. She didn't even give him a chance to say anything. This is what he gets for not going home. He sighed deeply worried about what may happen if he didn't know about, well if something happen Jon knew he would want to know. She could kill him all she want but he will have to go back eventually if he wanted to know the truth. Or at least send her an owl till she told him.



 
Willow was not a light girl. At nearing six feet tall men had a hard time picking Willow up without groaning in pain. The very fact that Jon had been able to carry her all the way to the bathroom was something that caught her by surprise. Willow watched him leave thorugh the water that was now coming through the spiggot that came from the wall. She hoped to all that was good that she was not with child at the moment. She didn't want to bring another life into this world to be messed up like she had been.
 
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