A Wee Bit of Trouble

Tre shrugged off his jacket, revealing the black muscle shirt underneath. "Yes, Bonita?" He asked, careful not to move away from her. His eyes bore into hers, showing a golden mischief and something... darker. Deeper than that. He searched her eyes for a few moment, getting lost in their molten chocolate depths.

She blinked. He was so, so, so very close. Why was he so very close. Her head swearled a bit, as she got locked in his gaze. She knew there was something that she should....

That she shouldn't....

"Tre..." the rest of her words got caught in her throat. She swallowed visibly, and gave the slightly most minute twitch of her head, which she supposed was supposed to be a shake, a 'no', "What are you... We really shouldn't you know - I don't..."

All her garbled words were contradicted though as she felt her head - of its own free will, never having made a conscious decision - move ever so slightly closer.

Tre made a low sound in the back of his throat, his hands resting on the bed on either side of her. He flushed slightly, and backed up an centimeter, his eyelids drooping a bit. "You don't what?" He asked, trying to keep his mind on focus. His eyes dropped their attention to her lips, and slowly, almost reverently, he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, the feel of her skin on his electric. He shivered, returning his eyes to hers.

"Y-yes, Faye?"

Faye's breath froze, and then hitched as his finger found his way onto her lips.

This was wrong, so very, very wrong. She didn't even know what this was, but she knew that she shouldn't, didn't really -

But she couldn't stop herself now could she.

"I don't-don't think we should be..." she attempted to say what she was trying to say, but she kept getting distracted by the look in his eyes - his deep, bright, golden gaze. She closed her eyes, letting another gaze, another face come to her.

"We shouldn't-shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, her voice not all that forceful, not even sure if she'd have any more strength to tell him to stop again if he continued, but for the moment....

Tre looked away from her, the grin on his face still indecent, and returned his eyes to her after only a moment. "What..." He asked softly, taking her hand and placing a soft kiss on her palm. "Exactly..." He kissed her forearm. "Do you think..." He kissed the inside of her elbow. "We're.... doing?" He pressed a kiss on her shoulder, knowing that anywhere else could be seen as indecent. She was everywhere, and her scent was waning on his self-control.

Faye's heart rate increased, and breath caught as each kiss felt like it left a brilliant burning mark on her skin, connecting to make a trail up her arm.

She never openned her eyes. If she didn't look at him, at them, at-- then maybe then it wouldn't be...

She should tell him to stop - she knew she should, she still hadn't quite done that. She had said that they should but she hadn't...

"Were not..." she said slowly, unsure of what she was saying... and yet the words were coming out anyways. "Doing anything... were just-"

She swallowed again, as her hand somehow found its way into his hair. She didn't know what she as doing, didn't understand what she was doing - it was as if her brain had just gone into autopilot. Her body was doing what it wanted now and she was just along for the ride.

Tre continued his trail of kisses, encouraged by the hitch in her breath and her fingers in his hair. His lips brushed against her skin; the most amazing compulsion in the world. He brushed across her collarbone before moving up her neck, trailing kisses up her jawline. With a sudden sense of chagrin, he nipped at her ear, his body against hers feeling amazing. He barely noticed that he was leaning into her, gently pushing her backward, a silent plea. "We aren't doing anything." He repeated breathlessly, moving back and looking down on her.

Her eyes were closed.

Something close to shock flashed through his person, and he kissed both of her eyelids. He whined in the back of his throat, wordlessly begging for her to look at him, his gilded eyes swirling.

Faye let a small sound in the back of her throat - a sound she didn't even know she knew how to make - as he continued his trail, ending at her ear. Without even knowing she was doing it she allowed him to push, guide her back, her back flopping onto the bed, a crunching sound filling the room as she crinkled a forgotten slip of paper.

She barely noticed.

"Exactly," she breathed.

She let out a small whimper as he kiss her eyelids, following the unasked for order, she allowed them to flutter open, regestering what she saw before her. There was a small, tiny part of her brain that kept insisting wrong face, over and over, but by that point Faye was too far gone, she had no control, no-no-no-

"Tre..." Unaware of chosing to do so, she raised her head slightly moving herself closer to him, his lips only a hair away from her own. "Can I...?"

She wasn't sure if she was asking permission, or herself if she could really do it.

Tre took a deep shuddering breath, his pupils dilating drastically as he found himself on top of her. Resting his left arm on the bed next to her, he trailed his right hand down her side, his hand finally coming to a stop on the outside of her bare thigh, pulling it upward to hitch it around his waist. A low groan being pulled from his chest as he realized she was wearing a skirt. A fucking skirt. All he'd have to do is...

He shivered, his eyes flashing between her eyes and her lips. She was everywhere and everything. "Yes." He gasped. "Yes..."

Faye let out a little call of surprise, that turned into something more like a soft moan as his hand found the bare skin of her leg, her skirt having fallen far up her leg. She didn't hesistate when he placed it around his waist, allowing the movement to pull her closer.

The small part of her brain that never shut off was still telling her to stop - to be reasonable to-to-

She didn't listen, by that point she didn't care.

Wraping her arms round his neck, taggling her fingers in his hair, she pulled his head closer, so there was no more gaps between them, not anywhere - his body against her, his face against hers, his lips against hers.

Tre moaned into her mouth, hips slowly beginning to move against hers. Slowly, gently, he moved his lips against hers, his tongue tracing her bottom lip as a plea for entry, hoping she would let him. The hand that wasn't holding onto her thigh found its way to the hem of her shirt, playing with it, debating on its own whether it wanted to make that particular journey. His thumb rubbed against her side on the small bit of skin revealed between her shirt and skirt, still debating.

Tre himself was still completely focused on the girl underneath him, slowly and softly pressing himself into her as he slowly ravished her mouth.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Iva had pushed open the door softly, ignoring the warning of the other men that he was "busy". Busy? Please. He'd stop anything for her. At least, that's what she thought until she saw that girl on his bed.

Part of her was a little hurt by that aspect, but she hid it well. With her brothers, she wasn't surprised to see men with other girls- or boys- any more.

"You aren't supposed to sleep with the people we traffic, Tre,"

Faye was caught up in a whirl wind of thoughts, feeling, emotions - the touch of his fingers oner her, skins, his body against hers, his mouth... suddenly it was all Tre, and all she wanted was-was-was-

Just as suddenly as the spell started, it snapped as she heard the door open, and the voice.

In an instant her senses came back to her, and with them her self control. Letting out a squeak of surprise, and more than a little shame, she unhooked her legs, and unwound her hand from his neck.

Face on fire, she attempted to push him off of her, away from her, but without his cooperation her weak little muscles weren't going to do anything.

God she was so-so-so... she felt like crying. She certainly wanted to hide her face. Now all she wanted, more than anything was to just go home.

Tre froze, then growled, pushing himself up off of Faye. Damn her. Damn Iva to hell and back.

He stood easily, trying to ignore the intense waves of fear and revulsion he was feeling from Faye's direction.

"She is a guest, not a spoil." He said, handing his jacket to Faye and walking over to Iva. He leaned on the doorframe, towering over her. His eyes were angry and confused, but his posture was easy, uncaring. "Did you want something, Inno?" He asked, his arm resting above his head on the doorframe as he looked down at her. "Because I need to get Faye home."

Iva gave a knowing smirk at the girl before turning her attention to Tre. She brought a hand up to Tre's jaw, sweetly stroking it.

"Need anything?" she purred, "Just checking to see if my spoil was behaving himself,"

Her eyes were back to Faye for a moment, then she clenched his jaw within her grasp. Tre wasn't hers, but he certainly wasn't going with that girl. "I see he hasn't been,"

Faye fumbled with the jacket slightly, keeping her head down so she wouldn't have to look at anyone as she pulled it on. Usually she wouldn't care for talking it but suddenly she felt exposed, and-and... wrong.

She was willing to huddle into anything she could; and Tre's jacket, sizes too big on her, seemed to be her best bet at the moment.

The young girl glanced up quick enough to see the other girls smirk. She didn't like it; it made her feel- feel....

Well, she supposed she was that now- or-or...

"You don't have to take me home," she mumbled slightly, getting up quickly, but only flashing the two a glance before going back to looking at the floor. "I can find my way myself - you can just... just finish talking or-or- don't mind me; I am fine alone - I always am."

Tre's eyes narrowed, and heedless of concequences, he swatted her hand away. He didn't care how many letters it got him. She could rot in hell.

Ignoring her seemed the best bet, so that's exactly what he did, moving away from her, his focus going to Faye. "Bonita." He said softly. "Ignore her." A worried look flitted across his face, and he. Cupped her cheek in his hand, so gentle it was as if he wasn't touching her at all. "Just use the floo. Please?" His golden eyesswum with something close to sorrow. Trying for the Tre she knew, the good one, he grinned. "Come on, Bonita. It's on the list." He nodded. "Number Fourty Five." He smiled, the smile sheepish. "Floo from one house to another." He bit his lip anxiously, taking her hand. "Come on, please?"

Faye looked away from the two, trying to see if she had anything else. She did not care any longer she was leave. She tilted her head as she noticed the sketch pad on the bed. It was the drawing of her, that seemed like ages ago now. It was slightly crinkled - she must have laid on it at some point - but...

She glanced over to see the other two still ... well it looked like they might be arguing, so she quickly leaned across the bed, ripped the page out of the book and put it into her pocket.

Faye flinched away from his hand a bit, he had barely touched her and yet... well they had done enough of that hadn't they? Closing her eyes, she clenched her jaw and looked away.

"You just added that right now," she whispered to the floor, speak past the odd lump in her throat. When he grabbed her hand she still flinched a bit, but didn't pull away. She glanced up at him briefly before looking down again, "I'll Floo... but you don't have to come; I've floo'd on my own before."

Tre's grin faltered, but he nodded anyway. "Come on then, Bonita." He lead her out his door and down the spyral staircase, stopping before the fireplace. The other members averted their eyes in shame, but he ignored them, reaching for the pot of floo powder on the fireplace mantle. He held the pot out for her, his eyes downcast in shame. He really should have controlled himself better. His eyes lingered on his jacket, but he made no comment about it.

Tossing a bit of floo powder into the flames to make them green and ready for travel, he returned his gaze to her. "I'm... sorry." He said softly.

Faye duck her head as she followed the boy out of his room. She didn't want to look at anyone that she passed. She wished she was invisible right now. Clutching the jacket closer she realized that she was probably making herself more noticeable in it - it was quite obviously Tre's.

Though at the moment she didn't want to take it off. She'd find a way to get it back to him... sometime - she'd take it to the commonroom. Leave it there for him to find, or-or...

Glancing at the flames, she closed her eyes once more as she heard him apologize. What did he have to apologize for? She should have...

Taking a deep breath, she stood on her tip toes and grazed his cheek with the lightest kiss possible.

"So am I."

Turning her eyes, she grabbed the powder and walked into the flames. Flashing the boy the barest of glances, she threw the powder down, called out her home and as the flames rose her small from disappeared from the house.

Iva let Tre push her away, unaffected by his anger physically. Inside, she was crying. What was she now? A monster? Making Tre react like that... She watched them go down the staircase, her mind wandered to Damian. This is why Tre and herself should never be together. Ever.

She turned away as the two kissed and headed towards her room, her shoes tapping the floor loudly. Multiple members moved out of her way, worried.