darts of the matinée

Kendall’s mind was mocking all the pretentious romantic scenarios and ideals that were mostly fed to girls, his younger sister included. She had to have it fed to her, after all. It was the men’s way of keeping their women in check, dangling hopes of romance, just to have their women theirs, for their purposes. Whoever figured that out was a genius. Whoever thought that the women would do anything in the name of love, was a genius. It was true. Kendall had observed a number of the wives of his father’s friends. Some were resentful. Their husbands did not hide their cruelty and demands, and the wives obeyed but it was obvious how much hatred they bore. There were others, though, like his father, who Kendall believed were wiser. They sold romance to their wives, who buy them so much that they do everything willingly, in the name of love. Of course, that was hard thinking for you. If one was truly cynical, that would be a way to look at things. Kendall was not sure if his father really loved his mother. Despite being a family, there were thoughts in his father’s head that he was sure he never heard; so many in fact, that sometimes he felt estranged in the mind from the one he looked up to.

Kendall brought his mind back to the present again. As much as he would like to be with other thoughts than this, he knew it was a job he had to complete. Sign it, seal it, and deliver it. He was almost there. Rise’s emotions betrayed her, not that he thought she was holding any back. She was open, more open than he had expected. Kendall smiled, almost smirked. He felt wetness on his face, and noticed that it came from Rise’s eyes. By now he was numb, slightly. He would have been disgusted if he was not sufficiently numb. Avoiding her face temporarily, Kendall let his lips travel down the girl’s neck, past her collarbone, and paused next to her scar. Having Rise now with her back against the door of the stall, Kendall held her while his other hand reached to cup the emptiness over the space of her scar. And then, it shifted right, feeling her, indulging her. Soon enough, though, Kendall moved his lips again, shutting them tightly, before planting a light touch on her scar. He brushed against Rise’s scar with his lips, alternating between gentle and more pressured brushes against it. And then, he kissed it, before lifting his head up to meet her eyes.

Kendall grinned, although he recognised a problem. If he was disgusted, how was he going to go through with this? He was annoyed now. Why did he not think of that before he went for this? The expletives in his mind did not help. He was just going to have to use his imagination, a whole lot of it, to turn himself on. There were only two ways, it seemed. He could imagine someone else, someone who had given him a really, really good experience before. On the other hand, he could inflict pain, and derive pleasure from it. What would work? With his free hand, Kendall loosened up the buttons of the girl’s school shirt. He pressed the lower part of his body against hers, rubbing himself slightly to get a reaction. Quickly enough, the shirt fell to the floor, so that both of them stood almost half-naked against each other. There was so much skin. But this, this, Kendall recognised, was the skin of a creature. His human skin almost felt contracted away from Rise, but Kendall pushed his body against the girl’s.

"Rise?" He broke the silence of language amidst the other noises they were making. "Trust me." He said it, as simply as it was meant to sound. "I have nothing to prove. You just have to trust me. It's so unexpected, all these feelings for you. I can't prove them. But, trust me." And after the repetitive insistence, Kendall brought his head down to Rise's scar, and kissed it hard, holding her sides, exploring the other parts of her chest, but really always returning to focus his lips on her scar. With one hand, then, Kendall slipped it up the girl's thigh, almost wrapping it with the lower part of his arm, but really using his fingers to tingle his way up. He still pressed against her. Kendall stalled for time, willing now for both his imagination and the effort to perpetuate pain on Rise's scar, to turn him on. "Touch me, Rise." He asked at last.

Rise didn't know what to think, her mind was wiped of everything but Kendall as he held her close, and suddenly he was moving down her, his lips trailing on his body, and she felt an odd beating sensation flow through her, as he moved to her breasts, she had been turned and pushed against the stall door, and his hand was just over her scar. How she wished he would press his palm against it, give her the pain, and pleasure the touch gave her, the addictive pain that never seemed to go away, in her mind, she knew that she would always crave it, as odd as it was. She wanted it so badly, she would do anything to have him touch her scar again.

Suddenly though, he did something she didn't quite understand until he did it again, and again, and her whole body started to shudder. His lips.. they were touching it... the scared skin, lighter then the rest of her body, just a thin line in comparison to anything else, nothing more then that, and yet.. his lips just barely touched it, and she gasped, pain roaring through her. Something in her mind was saying the word no, over and over, but she couldn't stop it. When he full out kissed it, she would have fallen to the ground if his hands hadn't been on her sides, keeping her up. She was whimpering softly, her eyes closed, her head pressed back against the stall door. It hurt... damn it hurt, but she wanted more.. she wanted it with every piece of her being.

Small tears sprung up in her eyes from the pain, and she looked like she might collapse, her face was pale, and her legs were trembling. It was almost as bad as the Cruciatus Curse, it made her want to scream with the pain that roared through her, and slowly she opened her eyes to look down at him, he was grinning at her. She gave him a weak, smile, which turned into a gasp of pain, but she didn't move from where she was. For the first time, Rise understand the phrase 'hurt so good.'

She could feel him rubbing against her, and she could feel the part that didn't belong to her anatomy, pushing up against her leg. She gasped slightly and looked down, before she looked back up at him and smiled carefully, Her shirt was on the floor now, and their skin was touching in every place possible. She loved it, absolutely loved it, Kendall started to speak though, and she forced herself to pay attention through the pain induced faze she was in at the moment. Trust him? How could he think she didn't? She trusted him with her life, she would do anything for him, anything at all! But no matter how hard Rise tried, she couldn't form the words, she could only nod repeatedly, her lips locked tight, her whole body tense.

He moved down to her scar again, and this time when his lips pressed against it, it was like fireworks were going off in her head. Her eyes closed, and she let out a choked sob, her legs nearly collapsed and she was only being held up by his hands on her sides, her palms were pressed against the stall door, and her knees were slightly bent, as she nearly slid down it. But his arm circled her thigh, and kept her up, holding her up against the pain as his lips moved around her chest, but always pushing back to her scar, always... pushing against it, bringing forth soft sobs of pain, pain which raked her body, pain which made her head feel light and dizzy, pain which nearly made her pass out. Her face was as pale as a ghost, her legs were trembling to not put to much weight on his arm. She wasn't heavy by any means.. in fact she was really light for how tall she was, but still.. his arm wouldn't be comfortable with dead weight pressed upon it.

"Kendall." she whispered, tears streaming down her face, but her voice was choked off by another gasp, and she half fell to the side, using her arm to keep herself up, unable to keep her legs working anymore. The pain.. if he hadn't of been there.. she would have slid to the floor, but with his arm wrapped as it was, she could do nothing more then slide to the side and get his lips away from her scar. But he spoke, and she looked at him, knowing he was doing all the work, and while she wanted his lips on her again, she nodded mutely and slid to the floor in front of him. Carefully, she let her fingers go to his belt, her eyes darting up to his face and back as she undid it, and then she ran her hands along his sides, feeling his muscle, her eyes taking in everything. She was shuddering hard, her hands were shaking, and her mouth felt dry. But she knew she had to return the favor.

"I'm sorry.. I don't.. I don't know what.. to do.." She gasped, forcing air into and out of her lungs, trying to let the pain subside for the moment, so that she could listen to him, so that she could respond to him. She was just happy she wasn't being kept up anymore, she didn't think her legs could take it much longer. Rise gently ran her fingers over his pants, moving from his thighs and up, until her hands carefully, and quickly unbuttoned them. She looked up at him, asking for permission, knowing she could barely keep her shuddering under control, mostly because she was still being washed with pain, and she wanted nothing more then to make him happy, so that his lips, his hand, anything might come in contact with her scar, and make her feel that horrible, addicting pain she longed for so much.

[OOC: A response and then a skip maybe? You post one more time his reaction to her.. then we do a skippie?]

The texture of the scar was unlike any other skin that Kendall had ever felt. But of course. A scar was not a skin. A scar had no character. It was merely a hideous cover over the opening, a violent opening of what's underneath it. It was almost as if he pierced through the scar, hard enough, he would force the hidden out of its hiding. A scar is usually stubborn, more stubborn than skin. Yet, it was all a facade. Despite its rough looks, despite its ugliness that tells you to keep out, that was all the defence mechanism that it could afford. The pain worsens once you peel it, or pierce it, open. Why did Kendall not notice this earlier, he did not know. He was only beginning to realise that there was a feeling behind that scar, that his touching of it did not merely mean him touching a sacred space on Rise's body; it also meant hurting her. For the first time, he paid attention to the girl's body whenever he would apply pressure on her scar. It tensed, but did not say for sure from pleasure or pain, or from both.

Kendall asserted even more pressure, before shooting a look at Rise's face. What he saw was ecstasy, in his eyes. No, not what she felt, but what his eyes felt. The girl had such a grimace on her face, that he could not help but smirk this time, as she had her eyes closed. The hand that held Rise's thigh felt it tremble. With no way to control himself from that spur of pleasure from her pain, Kendall forced his lips harder onto the girl's scar, the desire to magnify pain meshing with his desire for power over her. He was delighted, knowing that she was experiencing pain, and yet, she was not stopping him. In fact, her body was encouraging him to do more, to go further. Kendall grinned, amused at the reactions of this girl whom he thought could not stand up to pain, not after her traumatic experience with it. But now, it seems, she would stand up to pain just to please him. Fantastic. Kendall was supporting Rise now, feeling her lose the strength she had earlier because of the pain he was causing; yet, she did not stop him.

Kendall buried his face in Rise's chest, taking a break from her scar. As soon as he withdrew from it, Rise suddenly went down. Curious, Kendall felt hands at his belt, before he lowered his head to see what she was trying to do. Kendall smiled and nodded, but as soon as he let her get him out of his pants, he reached down to carry Rise, once again amused at how light she was despite her height. And as much as he would rather have this done at a more comfortable place, Kendall placed the girl down on the covered seat in the stall. He kissed her temples before tracing his fingers down from her cheekbones, to her neck once again, to return to the scar. He rested them on it before he leaned in to kiss Rise on the lips, just as he pushed his fingers against the scar. He could not believe what he was about to embark on, since now that he knew of the pain of the scar, he would rather force himself through that. But no. Kendall slowly removed the last pieces of clothing articles that was on Rise, transferring his lips to her thighs now, while both of his hands pulled her towards him, from the bum.

Kendall grinned at Rise, showing his pleasure. He knew, by then, that she was looking for that --- his pleasure. How does anyone so naive still exist? He did not know. He was not complaining. Kendall brought himself slightly higher than when he was kneeling in front of Rise. He was ready. He cupped her chin before sending out words that he thought she might like to hear. " ... so beautiful", he mumbled amidst his impatient desire, desire to seal this deal, to feel himself be the perpetrator of her current pain, to take pleasure to bringing her pain. That was what was so beautiful. Kendall brought his lips to Rise's scar, with a force that was the same as the one that he thrusted himself into her.

[OOC: that full-stop was the skip xD]

[OOC: I have to say... that was the shortest skip I've ever seen XD So much for a skippie -headdesk-]

Rise wasn't quite sure what was happening, but one moment she was being kissed by Kendall... and then her memory just blacked out. The pain had been intense, but so had the desire for that pain. She knew she hadn't blacked out or anything.. she just couldn't remember. Rise had curled in on herself, sitting next to the out of order toilet, refusing to look anywhere but at her toes, which had a thin layer of red nail polish on them, only slightly cracked. She had put her clothes back on a while ago, but her shoes were still off and she was staring at her bare feet.

Pain coursed through her body, real pain, new pain, old pain. It was all blending into itself now, and she couldn't even move from where she was. She was happy, but she was in so much pain. The heat of the moment was gone, and her body was throbbing. She couldn't even make out words at the moment, she had lost the ability to speak and hadn't spoke a word since he had let her go, and let her get her clothes back on. She felt... different... really different. For one, she never wanted to speak to another person again... only Kendall.. he had taken her so easily.. made her feel so special.. and his lips on her scar. Her whole body yearned for it.

But it was done... she had pulled her skirt back on, and her shirt, but her robe sat on the floor not to far from her. Swallowing hard, Rise slowly looked up. The door to the stall stood open, and she could see the mirror out there, but she was to far down, she couldn't see herself. Only the boy that she had just been with.. been with in a bathroom.. felt so good with... and wanted more of, but knowing that at the moment, she had nothing to give him. No future, no past, no present.. there was nothing there for him.. so why had he taken it? He said she was beautiful... She believed him when he said it.. she believed that he thought she was.. not that she was.

Rise slowly forced herself to her feet, having to use the wall as a support, she picked up her robe, and stiffly pulled it on. Her chest was throbbing, more then throbbing, she wanted to just go and pass out. Sleep for days.. but she couldn't, one thing at a time.. she had to find her voice again for one. It felt like all of the movement on her scar had simply crushed her vocal chords, she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out... nothing.

Rise slowly tripped out of the stall, and found her shoes carefully, pulling them on, and going to the mirror, unable to look at herself, she stared at Kendall, a small smile on her face. Running her fingers through her hair, she quickly tried to make herself look.. nicer. Carefully though, she glanced at the mirror, and saw the wreck before her. Her eyes were still slightly red from her earlier crying, her scar looked angry, red, and puffy, as though it felt betrayed by being handled so brutally, but she wanted nothing more then to feel his lips on it again, feel his fingers stroking it, know that he liked it.. she let her eyes travel back up to her face. Her lips were slightly swollen from kissing, and she knew that there were bad possibilities with her fun with Kendall, for one.. that special spell hadn't been used.. and she didn't know where she was in her cycle.. she could have gotten pregnant, she had heard of it happening on the first time before, and that scared her. She also knew that it was against the rules for them to do that in school, they could be caught.. it smelt like the act in the room, and she didn't like it to much.

Rise attempted to clear her throat, but nothing came out, and she stopped, swallowing again and staring at herself in the mirror, her grip was hard on the sink, she looked pale, but for some reason, after all of the pain she had just gone through, she had seen the pleasure in his eyes.. seen how much he liked to kiss her scar, seen how much he liked it, so she would do it.. for him... and the want.. the NEED... it was still there. She wanted to grab his hand and pull it to her scar, let his fingers brush against it until she couldn't take it anymore. Push her to unconsciousness, because she knew.. if she let him do what he wanted.. he was happy, and that's all she wanted. The pain was just a condition, and if it kept him near her.. she'd do anything.

Kendall stared at his hands. Palms up, he traced the lines on them with his eyes, as if these lines were what was going to keep him from crossing over the margin of insanity. Funny how his vision was blurred. He could not focus on the lines of his palms, losing them then gaining them, losing and gaining them. He needed to follow them, though. It was as if Kendall needed something to focus on, something that did not involve what had just transpired. Was it really needed, now? Did he really have to resort to all of that in what he could not decide to be in the name of amusement or a call for something more, as if he was called to do it for a purpose that he seemed to have lost sight of. And so, Kendall tried to find his sight again, on the lines of his palms. A movement from the reflection in the mirror got his attention again to the presence of Rise. The boy blinked and stared hard at his own reflection before turning to face her.

Quickly, his eyes fell on the girl's scar; And then the vision, or whatever he thought he had lost, came back. It was the response we wanted. It was the look on her face, the reflexes of her body, willing herself up for him to cause her pain. Kendall recovered himself and smiled at Rise. Without haste, he walked to the stall that still contained his clothes, and began to put them on. What made him leave the stall in the first place? Was it because she had blanked out for a moment? Was it because he needed a break from the moment? Was it disgust? Was it the overwhelming surge of power she has built up in him? Or was it all of them? Of course. Why does one even have to choose a singular reason? He was not even sure himself, which is really not as good as it sounds. Kendall thought that he would find some control with power, but somehow he felt a little lost, even with that power he was allowed. Was it weakness, or was he learning to gain?

Kendall's thoughts were a little abstract and a little too jumbled. He was half glad that what transpired with Rise had ended. The other half went to the fact that he wanted to go all the way. He wanted to hear her scream. She did not. She had tears, her muscles had reacted in pain, but there was no sign of extremity. It was as if once you had your first taste of something, you wanted more, you wanted all the way, until you saw the end of it. And yet, the end was good, for now, like a mystery still available to be explored as a little trinket of amusement. If you were done with it, you had to move on to search for another. Kendall needed them. He wanted to meet limits, and transgress them, only to find more limits, and more instances of transgressions. He was thirsty, and Rise had shown him the mere beginning.

These thoughts were now getting a bit much. Kendall tried to shove them down the abyss of his mind. Surface Kendall was needed now. Surface Kendall, the one who knew how to please, disguising the boundless urge to be pleased. He ran his fingers through his hair, before reaching to button his shirt. Kendall walked towards Rise, keeping a comfortable distance. He blinked hard a couple of times, feigning positive disbelief. Yet, he did not have words that wanted to accompany his act of pretence; a pretence he tried to inscribe on his face, as if conveying how amazing what had happened was.

"Are you okay?" The words, projected out his mouth, almost felt like they fell flat on the floor, right in front of his feet. He would like to have a moment to himself, as if he needed to reconcile consciousness back to his body. But Kendall decided against it, if he could push on for a couple more moments. He tugged both hands in his pants pockets now, and looked at Rise. He looked at her intently, as if he was full of contemplation. He probably was. But it was not as if he was going to share his thoughts with her. "I hope I didn't hurt you," Kendall bit his lower lip, feigning a mixture of concern and uncertainty.

Rise quickly started to mess with her hair, fixing it so it fell around her face better. She still had hairspray in it, and it was actually quite nice looking. She wiped her eyes carefully, and made sure her makeup looked okay. Kendall had pulled his clothes back on, and when he came up near her. And spoke to her, she slowly glanced at him in the mirror, a small smile appearing on her face. "I'm..." Rise had to stop and think a moment, before she smiled at him. "I'm fine... don't worry about me.." She said slowly, her eyes traveling back to her own face, staring at how her hair fell around her face, framing her face that looked to old for how she felt. She felt like a child, a child who would do anything for Kendall, not a sixteen year old girl, who should know better.

When he asked if he had hurt her, Rise turned and looked at him, smiling. Slowly, she went to him and hugged him, "I'm not hurt... don't worry..." She said carefully, knowing that she was.. in fact she hurt a LOT, both mentally and physically. "Just a lot of bad memories to get over really.." She said carefully, her arms circling around him, as she rested her cheek against his chest. "Thank you Kendall.." She whispered, and then looked up at him and smiled, leaning up to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "I... I was starting to wonder if every man treated me the same as those Werewolves did.." She said slowly, before she smiled and moved back from him. "I'm not going to hide anymore..." She said carefully, as though she had been thinking about it for a while. "I'm not going to hide who I am.. or what I am.. I'm just going to let people chose to like me or not.." She said and smiled at him. "Thank you Kendall..." She flicked her hair over her shoulder and smiled, one of her first real smiles. Her teeth flashed white, and she tugged her skirt down.

"I actually feel like a human now." She said with a grin at him before she went over and picked up her robes and put them over her arm. "Thank you Kendall.." She said with another smile towards him.