Were we damned? [Trenton/Cheyenne] CLOSED

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

"Do I think you're a monster?" She repeated with a little laugh as he carried her, her legs kicking lightly up and down in the warm, summer night air. "I think... maybe you're a head doctor. Don't they always twist the questions back to the patient? The crazy patients?" She asked coyly, not minding if he thought she was crazy. She was. She was very crazy, but in the best kind of way! Not in the psychotic I need to run away from this bitch right now crazy, but more in the, this girls fun and nuts! Ha ha!! way. Or so Cheyenne liked to believe. She wasn't needy or clingy, and she took the hint easily. She was a little cold at times, though, and perhaps a bit too distant but never with those that mattered. Like Claire. She was hard on her sister but it was mostly just to tease her. Where was the fun in being a big sister if you couldn't tease your little sister every now and then?

"Well, I have news for you. I'm a little crazy, and I'm a little bit of a monster. But only sometimes." Her voice again was teasing but it was true. She could easily turn into a wild monster right there in his arms if she truly cared to but of course she never would.

"I won't show you my inner monster." She teased coyly, her fingers grazing over his chin, "But if you want, I don't mind showing you how crazy I can be." She added with a sly smile. She turned and looked at where they were, her hand shooting out towards the upcoming streets. "Not this street but the next, you're going to turn there." She explained before allowing her attention to go back on him.

"So.. do I think you're a monster." She took his chin in her fingers and moved his face around, pursing her lips to the side and silently scrutinizing him. "Well, you definitely have a look that says you could be. Mhm... you absolutely might be a monster. But perhaps you're good at controlling it. You look like you might be good at that." She joked playfully, trying to keep a serious tone. "Though... I never said being a monster was a bad thing. Maybe... we all have a little monster in us." She laughed then, thinking of the dirty filthy ways she could misconstrue her words. She could let his monster in her and the thought cracked her up. "Sorry." She laughed, "I think maybe I had a couple drinks too many."

[trentonsullivan]

At first Trenton couldn't see why the situation was all that funny, but Cheyenne's laughter became contagious and soon he was chuckling out loud and looking down at her. "I'm not any kind of doctor. And if you don't think I'm a monster then I guess that would mean that I'm not." Of course, he still thought of himself as one. You didn't live as long as he had and been through the sort of discipline he'd been through without your way of thinking changing in one way or another.

"Just a little crazy, you say?" He asked and raised a brow at the female in his arms, shifting her a bit more because that's what an average man would do, because he certainly didn't need to do it. She was close to weighing nothing to him. "I was getting ready to call the men in white coats to come and bring you back to your cell." He teased her and took notice of the grin that was clear on his face, realizing he hadn't had as much fun as he had tonight in a long while. He'd given up on fun and life a long time ago. Sure, the others had normal lives and lived however they chose as long as they stuck to their duties. But then there was Trenton and a few others who never left the top of City Hall and probably never would. They didn't care about starting families or mingling with the rest of the city. They had one job to do and they were great at it.

When Cheyenne began to talk about her inner monster he looked down at her and blinked, his brows furrowing a bit with concern wondering just what that was suppose to mean, but then he decided to forget about it. She was simply flirting with him.

He was silent and kept walking, following her instructions and listening to her rambling on about monsters and how everyone had one, then beginning her laughing all over again. "You've had plenty to drink, yes." He agreed with her with a nod. "And I can't help but wonder if that's why you're so persistent with wanting me to come upstairs with you." Trenton said although he knew she'd been doing it even before they had started drinking.

The more and more she tried, the weaker his willpower was and he knew he was about to cave in. How much longer did he have until the sun came up? Was it nearly time? No. Of course it wasn't. They had left the bar before last call and the bar closed between two and three in the morning, didn't it? It meant they still had somewhere between two and four hours, depending on what time it was at the moment. He didn't like daylight savings and couldn't wait until it was time to turn the clocks yet again. He preferred it to be dark and to be free earlier much rather than later.

"How about we make a deal," he started to speak again, wondering if he was going to be able to get her attention. Her head was probably swimming with all the liquor she drank. He knew his senses were definitely dulled down a bit because of it. "I will show you up to your place and come inside, if I can bother you for a glass of water." It was a simple request, but it made him feel better. It was as if he had to make an excuse for himself to actually go inside, some reason to make him still seem noble even if his thoughts might not be. "What do you say?"

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Cheyenne found that she liked listening to Trenton talk after all. At first she found him to be a little annoying, but as the night progressed and she gt drunker, she found she was actually enjoying the mellow mans company. She chuckled a little when he accused her persistence on the alcohol. He didn't know her well. In fact, she was more persistent when she was sober. Her game got screwed up when she drank too much, not that she had TOO much tonight, but enough to impair her judgement a bit.

"I like deals." She said sweetly when he mentioned having one for her. Her attention was on him, though her head rested lightly on his shoulder as she looked up at his beautifully sculpted face. She couldn't help but grin at him when he mentioned coming upstairs for a glass of water. She knew once he was up there it would be difficult to leave. She could be very persuasive if she wanted to be, especially in the privacy of her own home where she could do anything she wanted.

"I don't see the harm in a glass of water." She said sweetly, her fingers dancing along the neckline of his shirt as he carried her down the street. She couldn't deny enjoying the rare pampering she was receiving. No man carried her from the bar to her home, and with so little effort! She was easily turned on by his strength, as shallow as it was.

Cheyenne let out a deep sigh, snuggling into his arms. "I think I may need you to tuck me into bed, though." She told him softly, her head cradled close to his ear so she didn't have to speak loudly. "I did have quite a bit to drink, and since you're seeing me safely to my apartment, you may as well see me safely to my bed.." She grinned, wondering if he would be frightened off by her not-so-subtle advances. What was he worst that happened? He left? No big deal. It didn't hurt to try.

[trentonsullivan]

Trenton looked down at Cheyenne who seemed almost fragile in his arms but he got the sense that she was tougher than she currently looked. He figured it was all the alcohol making her appear to be so cuddly, but the feeling that there was something more to her started to tug at him. She was obviously not afraid of strange men carrying her home, which meant she could either protect herself or she had to be crazy enough to trust strangers. He hoped it was the first one, because he would hate to see anything bad ever happen to her for bringing home the wrong sort of stranger. Some said that was his weakness, how much he cared for others, but he found it to be what gave him strength. He was just glad knowing at least Cheyenne wasn't going home with someone dangerous tonight.

At least that's what he had to keep telling himself in his own mind; he wasn't dangerous and wouldn't cause any harm to anyone.

"Are we almost there?" He asked, ignoring yet again another not so subtle request for him to stay the night. "I think my arms are starting to get tired." Trenton explained, trying to shift her around in his arms as if he were uncomfortable. Only it was just a gesture knowing that a human man would probably grow tired by now, even if she did weigh next to nothing. "I'm also parched after all this walking." He said in a teasing sort of tone and grinned down at her.

He couldn't believe he was actually going to go inside with her.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

She let out a haughty little laugh. "Well, I didn't ask you to carry me." She reminded, smirking and lightly kicking her legs a little. "We're not far now. Actually, this is my block." Her eyes darted down the street to where her apartment building rested. Most women would be idiots to allow a strange man to bring her home, but Cheyenne knew she could take care of herself if the wrong kind dared step on her doorstep. Fortunately, she had never had to use brute force on anyone, which was good because she was afraid to. In her mind she would shift and attack, but in reality she knew she would be terrified to do so. The rumors that would fly would be crazy! She would probably just attack him and knock him out, then pour liquor down his throat and blame it on his crazy imagination when he woke up. Yeah... yeah that's what she would do... Or so she told herself.

But that wouldn't ever happen. Cheyenne was far too careful for that. This man wouldn't do it, she could tell easily by his shyness. He was almost afraid to come up! "There." She pointed out, and squirmed a little to be let down. "You can't very well carry me in. I'll lose all respect." She laughed, as if her neighbors didn't think her enough of a whore already. Plenty had seen her come home late at night with various escorts, and the unfortunate ones beside her had the pleasure of catching a scream or two in the middle of the night. Whatever, they were jealous.

Once he'd let her down she pulled out her keys to open the front door and then pushed it open, going in first and holding the door for him to follow, her blue eyes on him now like a lioness stalking its prey. "We can take the elevator since your legs are so tired." She teased and moved to the elevator and pressed the button and watched as the doors opened instantly. That was the nice thing about coming in late; the doors were always on the main floor. She stepped in and leaned against the back of the elevator, her body sloped slightly as she continued to eye him. "Press 4." She commanded lightly of him and then licked her lips, her head tilting to the side. "It's okay if you want to carry me the rest of the way." She said in a low, teasing voice. "Or you can let me take you home like a big girl. Your call."

[trentonsullivan]

Trenton knew that Cheyenne hadn't asked to be carried but he assumed that was what she had wanted. Either way it was clear that she didn't want to be carried any longer so he let her down without any hesitation and his right hand found its way into his pants pocket and he followed her lead since he didn't know where he was going. Although when she pointed out the building he nodded with familiarity. "I've walked by this building a couple of times before." He commented, knowing that he'd even been inside years and years ago and even remembered the building that used to be on the property. It had actually been a little group of shops and a bank before they tore it down and built the apartment building.

He followed the enthused young woman into the building and straight to the elevator and watched as the doors slide open right away. He stepped inside the boxed cart and looked at the buttons, waiting for her to press the correct floor. "Are you insinuating you want me to carry you again?" He asked her and looked at the blonde female, his brows arching up near the middle with curiosity. "I will gladly accommodate you if that's what you want." He paused for a moment, realizing this was probably going to give her an opening for a flirtatious comeback and before she could get anything out he chuckled, then waited.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

"Oh, you're definitely accommodating me." She said with a slight smirk. He was, after all, coming up after saying he probably wouldn't. "But don't worry, I won't strain you anymore than I already have." The grin brightened and the doors opened on her floor. "Follow me if you want a drink." She moved from the elevator and into the hallway before going to her door not far from where the elevators let off. The close proximity had been a selling point to her. She didn't like stumbling far on those crazy nights!

She pulled her keys out and unlocked the door, letting herself in and not bothering to wait for Trenton to come in before making herself at home. She strutted to the open kitchen and tossed her keys on the counter, making a bee line for the cabinet that contained the glassed. She pulled out a Budweiser glass and moved to the faucet, turning it on and watching Trenton as he entered. Good thing it wasn't closer to a full moon, she thought to herself, amused. She would have pounced already had it been. Fortunate for him she had more self control this time of month.

Cheyenne took a sip from the glass intended for him and then hopped up so she was sitting on the counter. Her head lulled slightly to the side and she gestured with a nod for him to come closer. "Got your water right here." She offered, holding the glass up and close to herself so he would be forced to come to her to get it. "Why don't you shut the door.."

[trentonsullivan]

Trenton already had a gut feeling he wasn't going to leave after the glass of water. Upon entering Cheyenne's apartment he seemed to hover near the entryway at first with the door still open so he could make an easy exit if need be.

His exit would be anything but easy, it seemed.

The male reached his hand out without looking and felt nothing but air for his first few grabs, but by the fourth his hand landed on the doorknob and he curled his fingers around it and shut the door. He felt a headache slowly creeping up, something that he'd heard they didn't have in his own realm. Something he could go without ever experiencing, but apparently it had something to do with the environment and the way their bodies reacted to it that caused the annoyance that throbbed in his temples.

"I'd like to thank you in advance for the hospitality." Trenton told her, unsure just how long she was going to have him stay. He could already sense she was planning on playing games with him, he saw it in the way she was looking at him and the manner in which she held the glass of water like it was some sort of goal he had to reach. He grinned at Cheyenne and moved closer towards her and attempting to wrap a single arm around her waist if she'd allow him to do so. He wanted to be sure she wasn't going to try and get away from him. He wasn't really one to play games for the things he wanted.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

She watched him make his way over, her eyes never once leaving him as he came near. What surprised her, though, was the way he reached out and slid his arm around her waist. After everything he'd said, after the front he put up all evening, she was surprised that he so willingly put his hands on her first. It hadn't occurred to her until that moment that maybe, just maybe, he had been seducing her. That didn't make sense, though. She had been the seducer, she was almost certain of that, but perhaps that was simply his game. Let the woman make the moves, let her throw herself all over him, let her believe he's some sort of catch.

Clever boy! she thought to herself as she smirked devilishly in his direction, her eyes hungrily on his. He was a chess master and had surprised her with a check mate. It did nothing short of turn her on.

"Would you?" She asked slyly. Of course she would be hospitable. She offered the drink to him as her legs moved to wrap around his waist, drawing him a little closer still and preventing him from easily getting away from her. With every heart beat she desired him a little more. Chey knew she might as well enjoy it now, because by morning the appeal would have worn off a little. Once she had a man once it was difficult to truly want him again, but she had to admit it was rare that a man could so easily trick her.

"How do you plan on thanking me properly?" She asked in a soft voice, her eyes moving to his chest where her fingers now moved to further unbutton the buttons of his shirt. She didn't try to be subtle now, the game was up. They were alone in her place, both fully aware of what the other wanted, both having played good games that night. "Because if you can't think of a way, I might have a few suggestions."

[trentonsullivan]

As soon as Trenton had his drink it was sure to take a large sip knowing that was probably all she would allow him to have, and he was careful to set the glass down on a firm surface so it would not topple over. She had him trapped and him her, and he knew there was no turning back now. He wasn't the one night stand sort of person but even a Guardian had to let go every once in a while. He'd never say that to her, because she was human and she wouldn't understand that sort of thing. Not to mention they were forbidden to tell the humans unless they were given the proper permission from the authorities.

He stood there and his eyes followed her fingers, watching as she unbuttoned the front of his shirt. He allowed her to continue while he silently watched. When she asked him how he intended on thanking her he first showed confusion on his face but then the realization of what she meant was clear. He had said his thank you already, but she wanted something more than that. He already knew that.

Trenton slid his hands over her waist and gliding his fingers easily under the fabric of her top so he could feel her bare skin. It was soft and warm and it stirred a yearning to touch more of that delicate flesh. It was a desire he hadn't felt in a long time, bringing a fire to his eyes and his touch became a little more firm.

He knew what would come next, and he felt it was time that he made a move. He couldn't let her do everything, even though he wanted to be a gentleman and not the usual sleaze he was sure she took home, if he didn't make a move he would prove to be even less like a man. He moved his head down and his lips brushed against her cheek before he bent forward slightly and began to kiss her neck.

The kisses started out gentle, but then they were harder and filled with desire and want. It was clear now that he wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. Because of slightly longer than normal canines he was careful not to nip at her, and soon he was straightening up again, with his right hand behind Cheyenne's head allowing his fingers to move through her golden locks.

"How about we move this to the bedroom?"