The Breakfast Club [Tyty/Karmzy ~ MATURE]

Karma whimpered again, her heartbeat skyrocketing and her entire body quivering. She took a deep breath through her nose and was assaulted with the smell of him, the amazing, addictive scent of Tyler Marks. It was her undoing.

She kissed him, long and hard, arching her back into him and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She instigated a rapid tongue battle, asserting her domance, even though she was on the bottom.

Tyler responded to her just as violently. 'Fighting' back just a strongly as her.

He made a sound in the back of his throat, and pulled away for a moment, just looking at her, before kissing her again.

God he should- he should-

While one hand continued to weave itself in her hair, holding her head firm, keeping it and pulling his closer to his own, the other found its way back to the shirt, where of its own accord his hand went from playing with the hem of the shirt to the buttons, feeling them slowly, one by one come undone.

Karma bit her lip as she met his eyes. They should... they... they should...

Then he was kissing her again, and her train of thought stopped, fell over, and exploded.

Her eyelids fluttered as the last of the buttons were undone, revealing Karma's lacy black bra. The air hit her chest, causing her to moan, her hands going to Ty's own shirt and pulling it up over his head. She pulled him closer, wanting... needing his skin on hers. She whimpered, kissing him on the corner of his mouth and peppering open mouthed kisses along his jaw and down to his neck, across his collarbone (where her tongue flicked out, experimentally), and back across his shoulder, completing her circuit by returning to his lips again.

Ty moved his hands, shrugging out of the shirt, helping her get it off of him, and then returned the favour, slipping her shirt of and chucking it some where off into the room.

Lord almighty he let out a deep throat moan as she kissed his skin, his endorphine filled heart spiking just slightly as she reached his neck and went on.

He looped his fingers into the straps of her bra, playing with them before he affectivly slipped them down her arms, running his hands along her skin, as he did so. He then moved on from her arms, trailing over every inch of her skin with either his hand or his mouth.

Before long his hand, making their job of roaming completly throughal found their way to the waste band of her shorts, hooking themselves in the belt loop, as they fingered the skin just above it.

After nuzzling her neck again, he stopped and paused, hands staying where they were, and locked his gaze with hers.

This was it - this was-was - there was.

"Karmzy?"

Karma couldn't control the sounds coming out of her. She wrapped her legs around Ty's waist as his hands and mouth wandered, her breath hitching and speeding up. Her hands traced along his fit body, one of them buried in his hair. She pulled his mouth off of her skin so that maybe, maybe she could get some words out, but only ended up kissing him, hard.

She froze as his fingers reached her shorts, panting, her chest heaving with the effort not to implode. His lips on her neck was.. was...

she moaned. "Tyty..." She mewled. "Don't stop." She whimpered. "Please..." She begged. "Please..." Her eyes were wide as she tried to tell him how much she wanted it with them; they reflected the raw lust and want in her.

Tyler did not wait for anymore urging. After running his fingers along the waistband one more time, enjoying the feeling of her skin beneath them, he swiftly undid the denim shorts and after a bit of shuffling - much of which happened to bring his hips grinding much closer to hers - he had slide them off, running his hands along each leg as he did so.

It was too late to stop - it had been too late for far too long.

Fumbling at his own jeans, he leaned down, and kissed the skin right abouve her hips before moving his was back upwards, his hands tavelling as they would.

God he wanted- needed...

"Karmzy," me half murmured half moaned into her neck as he pulled her closer, grinding.

Karma let out a gutteral growl of need. She needed him. All of him. Now.

She pulled his head up and kissed him hard, grinding back on him and pushing upwards until she was on top of him on the couch, sitting on his rock hard...

She started moving her hips in a circular motion, realizing there was only two thin peices of cloth between what they both wanted. She gently pulled back his head to kiss him thouroughly. She moaned into his mouth, grinding hard on him. She lowered her lips to his neck again, biting him but not breaking skin, sucking as her tongue swirled across his skin and her hips swirled on him. "Mine." She growled into his skin. "Mine."

Then she was kissing him again, her arms around his neck and her fingers in his hair. "Do it." She murmured into his lips. "Do it, ty... do it. I want...I need you to..." she bucked her hips against him without breaking their kiss.

Tyler groaned as she pushed against him moving them back, and pinning him down. He almost whimpered with desire as she sat right on his...

God, she was so close, so so close, all he had to do, if only there wasn't...

He moaned as she moved and pushed against him harder. He pulled her close, pushing back as her mouth made contact with his skin again. Lord Alimighty she was so, so -

With a growl of his own he pushed back, and promptly - and according to her orders, requests - got rid of the only things stopping him from what he wanted, what he needed.

Five hours later.

Karma leaned against Ty, meeting his eyes again, her breathing rapid. She was on top this time. She trailed kisses from his bellybutton up to his mouth, kissing him possessively. "One more time....?" She purred against his lips, bucking her hips against his. He'd somehow put the movie on repeat between the first and second go, and now they were on their third, hopefully going to start their fourth.

"Unless you're tired, Tyty..." she murmured into the skin of his neck, caressing it with her tongue. "Unless my little muggle want to stop..." she rocked her hips against his, brushing their chests together. She kissed him again, hard, moaning into his mouth. "Even though its his turn to be on top...."

He smelled better now, now that she owned him. Still delicious and like Ty, but he had an edge now. An edge she really liked. She ran her fingers through his hair. "What do you say, Tyty?"

Ty breathed heavily as he leaned closer to Karma. He was- was-

Not tired at all really. He felt... Maybe it was still the endorphines trying to funnel out of his system or something more. He netted his hand in her hair as she kissed her way up his chest, and let out a moan as she rocked herself closer to him, making him...

With a growl, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and flipping them over at the same time.

"I say," he whispered keeping his head right by her ear, adjesting himself to start again, "Why are we wasting this time talking?"

-Six hours later-

Ten times in a row. Must be a record or something.

Ty had collasped on top of her at the end of the last one, and she was still trying to find the strength to keep going, to take her turn... but it escaped her. Her hand was buried in his hair as his breath puffed against the skin of her shoulder, his heartbeat rapid against her chest.

She let out a sigh, humming a soft tune and not at all bothered by his weight on top of her. He was warm, like a human blanket. With the added bonus of being extremely good in bed and blood.

And he was her's.

She played with his hair as his heartbeat slowly lost its rapid pace. She must have fed off the boy at least once per go... which would leave him with enough endorphins to be high for almost a month. She couldn't bring herself to regret it, at all, however.

He was her's.

Her other hand traced butterfly light patterns on his bare back, as she waited patiently for him to say something.

Ty was so strung out on endorphins by that time, that his brain was struggling to even create a logic statement. He didn't think - if he could think - that he had ever been able to get himself to such a level of addled brain with booze.

He was- was-

Well, he felt great. Whether he was or not was the other question.

The boy hummed softly, as he nuzzled his face into the place her shoulder and neck met, lazily kissing the skin he found there every so often.

"Karmzy," he whispered softly, not really sure where he was going with that. "Karmzy... I think the movies over."

Karma giggled, sighing at the feeling of his kisses. She really did need to stop spoiling her pets. It was bad form, for one thing. For the other, they got all these... feelings... that were nice for them to have, but that she really didn't return. Not fully.

She tugged at his hair, pulling his head upward so that she could meet his eyes. They were filled to the brim with endorphins. She smiled up at him, her eyes soft. "Tyty." She said gently. "The movie's on repeat. It'll never be over."

Ty continued to look at her as his eyebrows furrowed, "But-But... everythangs gotta end Karmzy. That's how thangs work. People die, romances burn, buildings fall... movies end. Nuttin' can last forever.. everthangs gotta, gotta - its just gotta."

Nodding, he pushed up fumbling to move.

"Tyty's gunna go sleepy now," he announced, managing to get up only to topple right off the couch and on to the floor, where he promptly gave up, and curled up there. "This is a nice bed."

Karma met his eyes sadly. "Not us." she promised softly. "I'll own you forever." She kissed him on the forehead. "We'll always be together."

She smiled down at him, watching him with faint amusement. "That isn't a bed, Tyty." She teased, sitting up as his warmth was removed from her. She swung her legs off the couch and stepped over him, searching the room for her discarded clothes. She pulled her shorts on, then pulled his shirt on over it, buttoning it up slowly.

She looked down at him, walking above his head. She picked up a blanket from where she'd folded it in a side closet and draped it over him, ruffling his hair. She took a pillow from across the room (it had probably been on the couch at one point), and lifted his head gently, placing it underneath it.

She kissed him on the forehead and looked toward the door. Usually, she would leave, but it was almost midnight, and she knew her house would be... empty.

With a huff and a reserved sigh, she went back to the closet and pulled out two more blankets. She laid one across the couch, then ran upstairs for a pillow from his bed. Her eyes hesitated on his closet, but she forced herself to just snatch his pillow, the one he used, she could smell it, and walked downstairs.

She locked his front door with a firm locking spell, and then the windows. She didn't want any unwanted visitors.

With a glance at the Muggle, (for she no longer believed Rhysie's story), she put the pillow on the arm of the couch and laid across the blanket, pulling the second one up over her.

"Gnight, Tyty." She murmured, before slipping off into sleep.

She told herself she could regret it in the morning.

"Forever?" Ty mumbled from the floor, already almost all but out. "Thats a long-long time Karmzy. A long long time."

He curled about on the ground for another few seconds, pulling the pillow and the blanket closer when they were given to him, and then was all but gone - brain too fried with Endorphines to care about anything.

"Night, night Karmzy."

-Ten Hours Later-

Karma groaned as sunlight hit her face. Her eyes opened, blinking rapidly.

Then she smelled him. Tyler.

She looked down at the ground, smiling as she saw him still sleeping off the endorphins. She mumbled something and sat up, rolling her neck and stepping over him to go to the kitchen.

Her muggle deserved some breakfast.

Ty openned his eyes. He blinked once. And then twice...

And then although he had spent the night on the floor he sprung up with the energy of someone completely refreshed.

Well that was what a months dose of endorphines could do for you. The crash was going to be a bitch though.

"Clothes," he laughed to himself as though it was the funniest thing the world. "I need clothes!" Stumbling around the room, and only crashing about twice, he managed to get his jeans back on.

And then he stopped and sniffed the area.

Was that...

Bounding into the kitchen with a grin, he spun into a chair.

"I smeell BAAAAAAACCCCCOOOONNNN!!!!"

Karma heard him bumbling around the living room as if possessed, and used a fork to take the bacon out of the pan and onto a paper towel next to the stove. "Tyty..." She called over her shoulder. "Come sit at the table."

She'd already set her specialty pancake and some orange juice in his place at the table, next to a fork and knife.

She sipped her own carton of Orange Juice, adding more bacon. Even if Ty didn't eat it, it smelled good, and she liked the smell of it in the air.

Settling down in the chair he smiled at the food on the plate.

"Juuiiccceee," he grinned at the glass. "Looks like you ain't drunk it all this time."

He gulped at the liquid greedily before starting in on the food. He was hungry.

"Karmzy Chef. Who woulda thunk?"

Karma hummed and placed some bacon on the table next to him. "Eat up, Tyty." She cooed, smiling at him and going back to the stove.

"I'm no chef. just a good cook." She said with a small laugh.

Ty furrowed his brow, "What the difference 'tween the two? Is there one? Is a chef like-like-like... better than a cook? Or Is..."

He trailed off and shook his head. All this thining seemed to be making it hurt. Instead he went for the bacon chewing on it thoughtfully.

"Don't yeah gotta be somewhere Karmzy?

Karma shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know the difference." She said, sitting across from him after she pulled the pan off the stove.

"I could go home, but I'd be alone. I don't want to be alone." She admitted.

"Oh," Ty said softly and pouted slightly as he began to try to think about it again. Of course it didn't really go anywhere. "Maybe Rhysie will know!! I shall ask him."

He nodded with that solved, he was able to go back to his breakfast with quite enjoyment.

"I don't wanna be alone either. I'm always alone Karmzy," he siad with a pout. "No one ever stays - no one ever wants me. They always got some one else ta see, or or or... they just go."

Karma smiled a bit. "Yes, maybe Rhysie will know." She agreed. "You should ask him."

She felt her heart pound a little faster. "Is that what happens?" She asked with a worried frown. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" She said. She reached across the table and took his hand. "We'll just have to make a plan. How about whenever you feel lonely, you come over my house, and whenever I get lonely, I'll come over here, and if we're both lonely, we'll meet in the middle." She smiled. "Isn't that a good plan?"