FROM you TONIGHT. //trent. -mature-

[EMILY JAXX FEIGHN]

There was always those nights that you dont remember fully, that things are fuzzy and filled with emotions of lust and happiness and craving. This was one of them for Emily. She'd been partying hard at someones dorm, there with one of her friends and a ton of guys she didn't know. Well, to begin with she didn't know. She now knew them all, and was heading up to one of their dorms. His name was Trent, she'd met him that night, flirted casually before she was drunk, and then it changed once the fun was pumping.

Emily drunk is a different person. She playes on her wants and doesnt care a thing for whats said. And what she wanted that night was to flirt, and so she did.She flirted long and hard with Trent, and he was flirting right on back. They were both smashed, and things got a little physical. Kisses here, touches there, all clumsy, but still done. And now they were back at his room, which was empty, thankfully, and she was sitting on his bed.

Emily's head was fuzzy, her button up shirt was opened and draping off her shoulder, exposing her red laced bra, one of the straps slipping down her arm. her legs were still covered, as she was in a pair of jean shorts, but the button was undone and the zippler slipping. She was waiting for him cause he'd run to the washroom for a moment. She sat there, in her drunken glory, humming and haa'ing and glowing. Dark hair tossed infront of her face as she turned to look to the washroom, waiting for him to come out. Craving for him to hurry the fuck up. she was getting impaitent.

[TRENTON BENNET GRAYSON]

Trent stood in the bathroom, quickly running a hand through his hair. Oh, he was drunk, all right. Thankfully, he wasn't the type of drunk whose mind got completely impaired by alcohol - in fact, if anything, it sharpened his senses. The only problem, of course, was how much harder it was for him to remain human in this state. The absolute worst thing that could happen would be for him to be having sex with this poor angel - literally, angel - and... well, turn.

This had never happened before, of course, but that didn't stop it from worrying him. He HAD turned into a tigon abruptly before, with no warning (though he could feel the resistance giving), and that was scary enough. That was specifically why he found himself in there now. First, to grab a condom - he didn't really need any little mini-Trents running around the school, God forbid another tigon - and second to steel himself and make sure that the poor thing wouldn't end up with a half-tiger, half-lion penis inside of her all of the sudden. Man, would that suck.

So, with the condom in his pocket - he didn't bother putting it on yet; he was more than capable of doing so within a few seconds flat - he walked back out, searching the room to make sure Emily was still concious. In Trent's experience, angels didn't tend to handle their liquor all that well, though she did seem to be a bit more rebellious than average. Sure enough, there he found her, sitting on his bed (a very, very hot sight indeed). Without speaking, he came up in front of her and pressed his lips to hers, gently leaning forward against her as he did so.

[EMILY JAXX FEIGHN]

Enily waited paitently, her head thick of lust of happiness. Something nagged at the back of her mind that this wasnt right and she was doing wrongs, but she ignored it. She was a teenager, she had needs, had desires, and was planning to have fun. No matter the nagging. it was the angel in her, screeching that it was wrong, but she was different, she wasnt the purest of angels around. She was a little rebellious, more fun in a way.

When the door opened, Emily looked over to Trent and gave him a seducing smile, giggling soft. She arched her body so it appeared as if she had more clevage and bent towards him slightly, smiling more as he walked over. She felt excitment move through her as he kissed her, feeling her lips light on fire and she moved her arms up to wrap around him, pulling him down as he leaned so he was atop of her, kissing him and shivering softly.

Emily felt herself sparking inside, the lust finally being satisfied by flame, as it seemed. She pressed herself closer to him as their lips moved together, slipping her hand up along his back, trailing his shirt up and carressing him softly.