Rhoan's Story

Rhoan smiled down at her with a bright gleam in his eyes, a warm feeling crossing over him as he witnessed her excitement. It was refreshing, to say the least, to see such wondrous youth showing through the young woman. "Just trust him...this time." Rhoan reassured and climbed into the seat next to her. During the ride, he kept his arm around her neck, pulling her close to him and massaging her shoulder lightly. He felt fantastic. He missed this, he missed having a woman around, someone who made him feel like he had a real purpose again - even for a short while.

He nuzzled into Renée as her tongue glided up his neck, and latched onto his earlobe. Giving a small chuckle from the tickling sensation, he placed a hand on her leg that now rested across his own. She was a charmer, that's for sure.

As they reached the destination, Rhoan climbed out of the cab hastily, following Renée's led as she tugged him along. It had been an extremely long time since he'd been in this part of the world, especially with someone he showed interest in. It wasn't a frequent ocurrance that he brought anyone to his old home, but he felt like this would be the perfect opportunity to share a part of his life. It was strange, too, because after knowing someone for a such a short amount of time, it isn't necessarily expected to take them home to your childhood home and introduce them to your world - but Rhoan felt he had to. There was something different about Renée - something very unique - that he fancied, and he wasn't about to let her slip away.

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After walking long miles towards the direction of the run down old cabin, they finally reached what he had been searching for. He lead Renée up the steps, the boards creaking underneath their feet. He turned to look at her and gave a faint sigh, following by a tiny, sincere smile. "This is it. This is......my Neverland..." he reminisced, dazing off for a moment, but snapping back to reality and returning his focus to the woman in front of him. "Shall we?" he held out his hand towards the door, offering her the first look inside.

Renée twirled around in the forest, remembering how his hand felt upon her leg when they were in the cab. It set her body on fire, figuratively of course, and she wanted to feel more. Her eyes closed momentarily as she seemed to fly as she spun, though her feet never really left the ground. Finally returning her attention towards Rhoan, she allowed him to lead her to the cabin, though she had to stop periodically to do something silly and Lost Boy like. After what felt like a short time considering how much energy she still had, the two finally reached Neverland. Blinking at it, she squeaked and carefully followed along with him up the steps, listening to the boards creaking beneath them.

“It’s wonderful, Rhoan.” Renée smiled and stepped forward, grabbing a hold of the door. When it didn’t budge, she blinked and glanced over at her Peter Pan, confusion evident upon her face. Staring for a few minutes, she blinked and then nodded, turning back to the door. Crouching down, she placed her hand upon the door in a place that sort of looked like a handprint.

“I believe and will show no adult this location.”

She was cute. And very innocent. On their journey to the old cabin, Rhoan watched her, envious of her youth, and proud that she was able to enjoy it an embrace it. She may have seemed busy and exhausted from stress while in the bar's setting, but out here, she seemed free, and it was her spirit that gave Rhoan's heart a full feeling. She was beautiful, and her personality showed that. He didn't really think it was the drug, either. She just seemed like a young woman who needed to escape and experience life - let loose the inner child that seemed to ache for freedom.

After he offered her the first view of the old cabin, he realized the door was locked when she failed to open the door. A faint ounce of confusion showed on his face, and then he quickly remembered, smacking himself in the forehead. "Damn," he cursed, and reached a hand into his pocket to pull out a long lace of keepsakes chained to it. He sifted through the small charms and found the key appropriated for the front door's lock, and shoved it into the keyhole, giving it a hard turn. With luck, he pushed open the door and extracted the key from the keyhole, returning it, along with the rest of the keepsake chain, to his pocket. He looked down at Renée, who was ensuring the house was safe from any adults, and grinned at her. She really was cute.

He stepped inside, glancing around at the rustic atmosphere, inhaling the stale stench of dried, burnt wood, and pounds of dust. The house wasn't anything too special, but it was special inside of his heart. It was, after all, his home, and a home that he grew up in, nonetheless... At least, until his parents were murdered and half of the house was burnt down. He twiddled his fingers around some, reminding himself of all the visits he'd made here, even before he met Savine, to rebuild the home into something that was at least bearable living conditions.

Rhoan walked a couple feet into the small living room, and ripped off a plastic cover, revealing an old tattered couch. A small grin inched across his face as he stared down at the ancient piece of furniture. "This is the newest thing here. This and the stove," he informed Renée, looking over to her for a brief moment, and then turning back around to view the rest of the house. The vampire proceeded to glance around the living room, ripping off old preservation covers to perhaps make the old cabin look and feel a little more homey for the time they would spend there. And since he didn't know how long he would stay this time, he made a point of searching around the small den area for an old pile of collected wood he recalled gathering a while back so that he could get a fire going.

"Feel free to look around. Just be careful.....It's kind of...mmm...Damaged."

Squealing when the door opened, in her mind by the magic of Neverland, she slid back up to her feet and stepped inside behind him. Glancing around at the place, she nodded in satisfaction, making her way around silently. The smell brought back weird memories of a time she didn’t really remember and that bothered her, but not enough to mess up her high. Peeking over at the couch, she slid over to it and sat down on it, nodding a little bit before scrunching her nose up. Flopping over onto the ground, she giggled and flapped her arms back and forth.

“’m flyyyyyyyyying, but on the floor! I think I need more fairy dust, Rhoan Pan!” Renée crawled over to where he was at and climbed up into a sitting position before somehow managing to stand. Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him passionately, her fingers sliding through his hair. She stood like that for a few minutes, kissing him over and over again before dropping backwards onto her butt, accidentally tugging him along with her.

“Oh no! I think it’s wore off already!” Giggling, she suddenly blinked, her eyes going unfocused for just a minute.

After a few moments of searching around for the firewood, Rhoan finally came upon it, stowed away under a cabinet he built for stability against one of the burned down walls. He began pulling some of it out, but was distracted by Renée's exclamations in the other room. He peeked out from around the corner of a wall and smiled at her, halting his efforts to pull out the firewood when he noticed she was crawling to him.

He pursed his lips when she grabbed him, wrapping her arms around him. He swayed a little with her, burying himself into the kiss she initiated, allowing his guard to fall just a little so that he could open himself up to her in a more passionate manner than at the bar. He leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her back, caressing her tightly. His hands searched her back, massaging against her shoulders and down to her waist, then resting upon the small of her back. He pecked back at her, grinning wider with each small kiss, his eyes hinting towards a softer gleam. He let out a soft sigh and allowed himself to trickle down with her to the floor, landing over her. He stared down at her for a long while before hoisting himself back to his feet.

"I'll uhh... get you more. You just wait there, Wendy," he teased, and walked away from her into the bathroom adjacent from the kitchen. He searched through the busted medicine cabinet, careful to not let the station fall off the wall again, and found a small stash of cocaine resting on the top shelf. Nodding in appeasement, Rhoan grabbed the baggy and two small vials, filling each vial with a somewhat even amount, and then replacing the baggy for later usage.

Rhoan scratched at his head some as he walked out of the bathroom, measuring the levels of the vials with squinted eyes. Figuring that this was more than enough for the both of them to indulge in, he approached her once more and held out one of the tiny vials to her level. "Use it in moderation," he instructed, almost fearing that she'd snort the whole vial in one sitting.

Staring up at Rhoan as he landed over her, she smiled widely, her body relaxing against the floor. Once again, well, while he went off to get her more fairy dust, Renée thought about how his hands felt against her back and how she came to realize how much she was beginning to care about him. Sure, they had just met, but she was taught long ago, that sometimes true love just slapped you in the face when you were least expecting it, and she was beginning to think that was the case with Rhoan. Well, she might have been reading too much into it, but she loved how her body reacted to his touch and right now that was good enough for her. Well, no, it was more than just that, she saw something deep down that perhaps he hadn’t even noticed about himself. Either way, she didn’t plan on leaving any time soon.

There was also how she felt about the drug she snorted earlier, but seeing how she never did anything adventurous aside from drinking booze, Renée decided that she was going to enjoy herself. She was tired of being stressed out, scared for her little sister, and overwhelmed, so today it was all about her and Rhoan. When he returned, she sat up and took the vial, glancing at it with a huge grin.

“Moderation! Got it!” The teen took off the top of the vial and tapped some out onto the back of her hand, snorting the little bit that had trickled out onto her flesh. She placed the vial into her pocket and crawled over to where Rhoan was, running her tongue against her lips as she was once again flying up high into the air. Gently pushing him backwards towards the couch, Renée shoved him backwards onto the sofa and crawled up beside him, straddling him backwards with her knees on either side of his hips, her chest pressing against his as she once again kissed him hard.

Alongside of Renée's eagerness to break open the new vial, Rhoan opened his own vial and tapped some of the powdered substance onto the back of his hand and quickly snorted it. He then replaced the cap on the vial and shoved it into his pocket before making good friends with the couch he was pushed back onto. He embraced her warm body as she tucked against him, capturing his mouth once again with a hard kiss. Unsure of how to take the instant effect of the drug and her kiss simultaneously, Rhoan figured he would ease into her some. He allowed her to go at him as she pleased as he waited for the full effect of the drug to take place in his system.

It didn't take long for the drug to course its way through his bloodstream, and within minutes, he was spinning. The entire room was spinning, and everything was new and perfect. He moaned into her kiss, deepening it, and pulling her as close to him as he could manage. He ran his slender fingers along her legs, squeezing her calves some, and silently wishing he could feel the skin. Still, it was arousing to have the pleasure of touching a woman in this way after a long time of romantic deprivation. He moved against her, swaying back and forth a little on the couch. As he continued to kiss her, hard and deep, he forced his way in, his tongue slipping through and swirling slowly around hers. His fingers glided slowly up her back, easing into her soft hair, and affirming a strong grip and pulling at it.

Renée couldn’t help but move against him as she kissed him, the feel of his hands against her body once again sending sparks throughout her needy body. It didn’t take her long to wish his hands were coasting along her bare flesh and all of a sudden the thought of wearing clothing just seemed silly and adult-like. When he pressed his tongue through her lips and into her mouth, she ran her tongue against his, wrapping around it like she always wanted to do. Their kiss grew passionate and she grew warmer. Unsure if it was due to the drugs or the fact that she wanted him so badly, Renée was desperate to get off their clothing, but she didn’t want to break the kiss.

Even when he moved his hand up towards her head, she wasn’t prepared for what came next and the sudden yank upon her hair earned a yelp from her, though she made no other protest. In fact, if she was being honest, it only served to make her even hotter for him. Scooting back just a little, she finally broke the kiss with a heavy gasp, her breathing coming out heavier than it had been previously. Licking her lips, she stared at him with unfocused eyes, knowing at that moment, she wanted only one thing.

“Rhoan…” She paused long enough to tap out more of the powder and snort it before continuing once it kicked back in again, just upping her high even more. “Make love to me. Conquer Wendy-Lady with your Panlike Prowess.”

Rhoan moaned into her again as he felt her tongue collide against his, and he toyed with hers, teasing in and out, moving away from her and then back into her. He let out a small chuckle through his playfulness during their kiss, but still pressed into her hard, his eyes closing and his body shifting against hers. His movement sped up a little as he swayed with her on his lap, his hips moving rhythmically back and forth. He was in the clouds now. His entire mind consumed by the drug, and her intoxicating kiss. She was addicting, even more so than the drug.

Fire bolted through his system, his adrenaline advancing as he huffed through their kiss. He pulled away from her and stared into her unfocused gaze, allowing his own vision to blur around her, leaving her the only visible thing the in the room, almost like a lit centerpiece in a room full of immense darkness. She was glowing now, and he was heated, and he never wanted to come down from this high.

He swallowed hard, his eyes searching her body like a famished wolf. His gazed danced around her face - to her eyes, her her mouth, back to her eyes, and then settling again on her mouth. He stared foggily at her plush lips, saliva building up on the arch of his tongue, and his breathing getting heavy. 'Make love to me', her words echoed through his mind. His mouth fell open and he nodded slowly along with the rest of her sentence. He was absolutely exultant. The feeling that coursed through his body was pure lust, and he wanted her. He wanted her now, more than he'd ever wanted someone in his life. He lusted for her, strongly - so strong, his body ached for her. He could feel his arousal growing more by the second, and he was sure she could feel it, too.

His body was steaming now. Her words echoed through his mind once more, and his eyes remained fixated on her mouth. She was so god damn beautiful. She was nothing like his deceased lover, and he was happy for that. She was different. Sexy in a way that he never expected to be attracted to. She was youthful and innocent, and here he was - planning on stripping her of that innocence that only seemed to be blossoming. With a swift motion, his gaze from her lips broke, and his own mouth sprung for her neck, piercing the skin. He pulled at the flesh, roughly sucking away at her intoxicating blood. She wanted him, and he wanted her, but he would only be able to fully open himself to her if he could feel her on a more platonic, intense level. He needed to be one with her, and this is how he would perfect that feeling. Keeping a tight bite on her neck, he directed her on her back, so that she'd be lying on the couch with himself on top. He had every intention of taking her tonight. He wanted to know her, and every ounce of her. He wanted to move with her, show his intimacy like he's never done before with a woman. Tonight, he would give himself to her for the first time in over fifty years. His heart ached for this.

Renée was in a world of excitement of which she had never felt before. It felt as if every inch of her was on fire and her body craved even more. The drug was swirling through her bloodstream, making her even more sensitive to everything that was happening. The feel of him moving against her even with their clothing blocking the skin to skin pleasure she would otherwise be feeling, Renée couldn’t help but groan, wanting more. When he nodded in agreement that he would do as she requested, the black-haired female grinned and realized she could feel just how aroused he was getting. He couldn’t feel her wetness, but if they didn’t lose the clothing soon, she was going to go absolutely insane.

When he bit down onto her neck, she gasped and moaned loudly, her eyes closing in the process. The pain that first erupted with the bite drifted away into pleasure and when he placed her down onto her back, she felt her heart pounding in excitement and she tugged at his clothing, wanting all barriers to be removed. Her hands slid up beneath his shirt and she ran her fingers along his flesh, her body writhing a little beneath him as he roughly red on her once again. She was desperately trying not to rip away his clothing or even hers since she had nothing else to change into, but if they didn’t get naked soon, she was going to go ballistic.

“Please… Rhoan… Please…” She whined out her words, grinding herself up against him.

Keeping a strong hold onto her neck through his bite, Rhoan ground against her, the heat from his body coming forth in a form of perspiration. His mind was heavy now, engulfed in the ample amount of lust her had for her. He continued against her, groaning at the rushing sensation swimming through his body as he felt her hands heat up his torso. His hands explored her, finding their way from her breasts to her thighs, squeezing aggressively at her flesh. His mind was in another world; fire danced through his system, causing him to release a loud sigh as he broke away from her neck. He licked at it, tonguing his way around the bite marks, and then down her neck to her collar bone where he kissed and caressed her skin with small pecks. He allowed her hands to continue searching his torso, but he wanted his shirt off. He had already rid himself of the cloak he wore in the bar, but now he was ready to reveal his body to her. He picked his torso off of hers for a moment to briskly strip off his stained, satin shirt, throwing it behind him, uncaring of where it landed.

Rhoan was halfway there, but he needed her to match him. And at this point, he didn't care about her apparel. He didn't even really care about his own. He dove back down onto her, returning to her neck and kissing it more. His fingers ran their way up her leg, finding their way to her breasts once more, where he gripped at it, tugging at the material, his every intention to rip it off. And he did just that. His fingers forced themselves under the collar, and with one quick tug, each hand pulling in opposite directions, he ripped apart her torso's clothing, pulling it away from her skin. Finally, he was able to touch her. "Mmmfff..." he groaned against her, his face nuzzling against her skin. "I want you," he forced out with a husky breath, his mouth placing tender kisses down her chest, his hands fondling as they liked. His lips and tongue explored her torso, making sure to cover each inch he'd revealed.

In his mind, he was in heaven. Between the effects of the drug and her blood, his body was going wild inside. His veins were pulsing, his head swollen with devious thoughts of her. And the adrenaline - was it ever a rush! He continued to grind against her, his arousal growing tighter through his pants, almost giving him a suffocated feeling. He whined some, but kept going. He wanted this. He wanted her. He was going to have her tonight.

Lost in a world of euphoria thanks to the drugs, the way his biting felt, and how he was moving against her, Renée began to feel sensations she had never experienced in her life. The sensation of him squeezing not only her shirt covered breasts, but her thighs as well made her moan, her clothing beginning to stick to her skin thanks to how much she was perspiring. Everything made her body feel like it was on fire and she couldn’t help but hiss in pleasure when he finally stopped feeding on her neck. The feel of his tongue against the marks sent a wave of shivers down her spine and she knew that this was something she wanted to experience with Rhoan more than once. It wasn’t just the thought of having sex with him, but the way he made her feel when they were just talking. It was a connection she hadn’t sensed before and it made her very happy.

Thankful when his shirt was suddenly gone, she ran her fingers across his bare flesh, taking in every inch of it, thankful for the ability to not only feel his skin, but see it too. Well, what she could see considering how bombed out she was at that moment. Everything was fuzzy, but that only seemed to make her all that more aroused, which was an odd thing indeed. When her shirt and bra was suddenly gone, ripped off and sent into oblivion, Renée just nodded, glad to be free of the restraints. Her cheeks flushed at his words, though by how taunt and perky her breasts were at that moment, it was obvious she wanted him as well. Her fingers ran through his hair as he explored her naked flesh and she knew at that moment, all clothing needed to be gone. Her panties were soaked through thanks to how hot and bothered she was and that was bugging her.

“We are in agreement with that then. Pants off…?” She questioned even though her hands were already reaching down to not only unbutton and unzip his pants, but hers as well. It was difficult to do, but somehow she managed to not only get her pants and panties down over her hips, but was working on his as well. As she worked on removing his pants, she wiggled beneath him until her pants were not only down around her ankles, but kicked off onto the floor, leaving her completely naked aside from her thigh high boots of course.

Rhoan's body jumped a little at the sensational feeling of her hands running along his bare flesh. He smothered his face into her stomach, lightly biting at it, skimming the tips of his fangs across her delicate skin. He groaned when he felt her fingers sift through his hair, the heat building all the more inside of him. He embraced the heat emanating from her body, inhaling her sweet scent and gliding his teeth along her stomach. He nodded his head at her question, reaching his hands down to tug at her pants in efforts to help her get them off. Once she was completely nude, he pushed his own off and down his ankles, kicking his own off as well and allowing them to fall onto the floor next to the couch.

They were both completely bare. He took a moment to enjoy this, appreciate her slender build and sexy attributes. She was perfect. His throat grew dry as his hormones got the best of him, sending his body into a spiraling rage of lust. He ached for her, his body and his heart ached for her. His hungry eyes searched her, exploring her body, as well as his now salivating mouth. He felt like a starving wolf, even more so than before. The moment of appreciation was over, and he was on her, diving like his life depended on it. He rhythmically moved with her, his mouth making sure to cover each inch of her body as the rest of him took her. His tongue soared across her heated skin, taking in the sweet taste of her body. She was amazing, and he was ready for this. As he continued moving, his breathing grew heavy and thick, almost like it would start producing fog if the situation got any more heated.

The drug and her intoxicating blood took hold of his adrenaline, causing his movements to accelerate. His body was moving faster than his mind could think, and he filled all of the empty spaces surrounding his mind and heart just by being with her now. He took her as high as he possibly could, higher than the drugs took them both. He was drunk on her, he needed her. And tonight, he had her. She was his.

Renée didn’t have to wait long before she had exactly what she wanted, both of their naked bodies grinding against each other. His mouth felt fantastic upon her flesh and the mere sensation of his fangs scraping against her stomach caused her heart to flutter. Moaning, she gazed down the length of his body, admiring everything about him, how his butt looked perfect and how she couldn’t wait to feel how he would fill her up inside. She didn’t have to wait long and soon their bodies were moving against each other, their lust fueling their motions. Never before had she felt a need like what she was sensing at that moment and she couldn’t help but moan even louder as he filled that very need, perfectly.

She tried to say his name, but the words were trapped in her mouth. Instead, her back arched and her lips parted in yet another guttural sound that was something she had never escape from her before. Sweat glistened across her flesh and she dropped her head backwards, her body moving in unison with his. Her fingers remained buried in his hair for a brief moment before they drifted down to his shoulders as her legs wrapping around his hips to keep her snug against him. It wasn’t long before she surged above the clouds, her mind becoming lost in the pleasure that he was bestowing upon her. She held tighter onto him as she started to come down from her high, her chest heaving up and down as the rest of her body trembled uncontrollably.

“…I made it to Neverland…” She gasped, her hips twitching slightly as she leaned up to kiss him softly and sensually.

Adrenaline rushed through his body. Between the drug, his hormones, his lust, and the effect of her blood all swirling around in his system, he was surprised his heart didn't burst out of his chest. He kept at it, moving with her and allowing his hands to fully explore her. They ran across her shoulders, chest, stomach, and made their way to her back, sliding down her smooth skin and landing on her bottom, squeezing at it with a firm grip. His mouth continued to swarm her body, covering her with licks, kisses, sucks, and playful bites.

His body writhed as her hands proceeded to run through his hair, a sensational feeling creeping across his skin and giving him goosebumps. It was only getting hotter as they kept at it, indulging in each others' sweat, heat, adrenaline, and clouded passion. His mind attached itself to his heart, his thoughts bringing forth a feeling of appeasement and desire that ached for something like this - a woman like her. He let his mind run wild with every thought of touching her body, his hands scraping across her body like greedy hounds. His movements increased, as well as his heart rate, causing his body to burst into an epic ride of sensation and pleasure. A hoarse groan escaped him, and he collapsed onto her, his face falling between her neck and her shoulder. He allotted his body a few moments to calm down a slight bit as he laid on her, attempting to catch his breath and form somewhat clear thoughts. His mind was still racing with her gorgeous figure, his eyes tracing an imaginary dance his mind seemed to create. His throat was dry again, but he didn't mind it this time. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and inched his mouth to her earlobe, playfully tugging at it with one fang. "We both made it to Neverland, Wendy," he forced out through multiple huffs, and ran his fingers up her stomach to rest on her abdomen.

This was Neverland. They made it.

She slowly let her legs drop back down onto the couch, her chest still heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. The high was still very much there, intensified by what they had just done. She knew this was something she would want to do in the future over and over again and had a feeling that he felt the same way. Running her fingers up and down his back, she dropped her hands down against his butt, squeezing the flesh there with an impish grin.

“Yep, we both made it to Neverland and what a fantastic place it is… let’s come here tons more! Not right now though, because I’m exhausted! But, well, what I am trying to say is… I like spending time with you and well…” She just trailed off, unsure how to put her thoughts into intelligent words. It didn’t help that her mind was completely fuzzy. Instead, Renée hoped he knew what she meant and grinned when he tugged a bit on her earlobe. She shifted a little in order to kiss him again, her teeth biting and tugging on his bottom lip in the process.

“Rhoan, you are my Peter Pan.” She dropped her head backwards, releasing a shuddering breath, her body twitching every once in a while. This was the first time she had ever gone all the way with a guy and she loved how it felt and knew that he was her match not just sexually, but in all the other ways as well. Stretching out her body a little, Renée grinned widely.

Rhoan continued to snuggle his face into her neck, his body calming down from their fun excursion to their 'Neverland'. A wide grin split across his face as he felt her hands squeeze his butt. His own slender fingers walked their way across her abdomen, tapping around her stomach and then walking back up to her chest and resting upon one of her breasts.

His eyes lit up as she spoke about their experience, and how satisfied she was afterwards. His grin grew wider at her mention of enjoying his company, and he inched closer to her to reciprocate his affection. "Mmm..." he murmured in agreement to her statement, and turned his face to meet hers when she kissed him. He gave a light chuckle at her tugging at his lip, and he toyed back, softly bumping his forehead against hers.

He stared intently into her orbs, his mind trembling with endless thoughts of her. "You already know who you are to me, Wendy," he assured, running his hand smoothly over the breast his hand was resting on.

He loved the feel of her body, the smoothness of her skin, and the tingling sensation he felt inside from just thinking about her. He smiled at her and planted another soft kiss on her forehead, and then lifted himself off of her to rise into a sitting position, placing her legs over his.

He stared out into the dim living room and inhaled the musty aroma, his mind settling at ease when he felt like he could just relax in his childhood home with a woman he trusted and even seemed to love. He wasn't sure, exactly, how he felt about her, but he was certain it was love. However, he remembered how fast he fell for his previous lover and in an instant, a feeling of anxiety flushed over him. He shook away the thought and turned his head back to her and gave a simple, small smile. He felt happy. For now, until reality was bound to set in and he'd have to return to every day life and possibly let her go.

She couldn’t help but moan again when his hand drifted back towards one of her breasts. Just the simple fact that he was resting his hand upon it or even running his fingers against the flesh made her instantly aware at how that was a trigger point for her. Fighting back the urge to take him once again, she instead smiled wide when he told her exactly what she meant to him. It frightened her just a little that she was falling so hard for someone she had just met, but to Renée, it just felt right. The connection she had towards him went deeper than anything she could have ever imagined and she never wanted it to go away.

“I know indeed and I want nothing more than to get to know you on a deeper level.” Renée smiled and stretched her legs out across him when he slid out in order to sit up. She wasn’t ashamed of the fact that she was naked and practically on display for him, because her body was in exquisite shape and aside from the scars from when she was shot and other scars from other scuffles. Flopping her head back against her arms that were now crossed behind her noggin, she just studied him silently. After a few minutes, she arched her back in order to pop it before settling back down again.

“So, I hope you have extra clothing, because you shredded the only outfit I have with me, not that I am complaining because I was seconds from doing that very thing. Well, I guess I have my pants, but it’s not like I can go shirtless as much as you’d like that.” Renée stuck her tongue out towards him, her high completely gone, though it didn’t bother her because she was still high on what had just happened.

"Actually, I wouldn't," he said, turning his head away from her and pushing his back against the couch in an attempt to get comfortable. He sat there for a few more moments in silence, thinking and partially day dreaming. Mainly wondering how it was that he had actually gotten to this point, and why he chose now to get involved with a woman. However, it did kind of make sense to him. He had just returned to the local lands after spending time in his native country for training and some partial reunions among other friends and turned family members. It was nice to enjoy the festivities, and really, he was only back for a visit, but this instance with Renée changed things. Being with her would mean prolonging his time here in this land and getting involved in her life. But that wasn't so much of a bother to him, though. Luckily, he wasn't on any timed vacation or anything so he could spend as much time as he needed to engage in whatever activities he deemed necessary.

He shook the thoughts from his head and turned back to her again, a small grimace sinking on his face. "I would rather you be clothed, because it's an insult in my culture for anyone you're involved with to show their body to strangers." He shrugged at the statement and lifted her legs from across his, bending them towards her so he could stand up. He then proceeded to retrieve his clothing, first putting his pants back on and then slinking his shirt over his shoulders, unbuttoned. "You can borrow one of mine," he offered, and bent down to grab her pants and threw them over to the couch where she remained.

Rhoan pursed his lips and turned to walk away, heading towards the back bedroom so that he could find a shirt for her to wear in the meantime. He dug through the old, miscellaneous clothes hanging in the closet and pulled out a blue satin shirt. Returning to the living room quickly after leaving, Rhoan sat down on the floor and patted the ground in front of him, motioning her to come down and join him. "Here, you can wear this one. I haven't worn in it in a while, so it's probably too small for me anyways."

“Hmm…” Renée glanced up towards the ceiling, her head nestling down further against her arms to keep her neck from hurting.

She didn’t mind what had happened one bit and in fact, knew that she had made the right choice. Even now that she was thinking more clearly, the teenager didn’t regret a thing. Her fingers laced with each other and she closed her eyes for a few minutes before sliding them open again in order to peer down at him when he told her that being naked around strangers was an insult to his culture. Meeping and feeling ashamed of her comment, she pulled her legs up against her body as he stood up before she managed to sit up on the couch. Catching her pants, she wondered if she had already insulted him just by making her comment.

“Alright…” She all but whispered her word out, feeling terrible. Sliding up to her feet, she slid her pants on and buttoned them up after tugging on her panties. Her bra was destroyed, so she left it on the floor and sighed, peering up at the ceiling again. It wasn’t that it was all that interesting, but, she was terrible with conversation, especially with a male. When he returned, she glance over towards him before slinking onto the floor beside him, exhaling deeply before taking the shirt from him, feeling it first before sliding it on.

“Thanks, Rhoan. If I insulted you, I didn’t mean to. I’d never go around a stranger naked. Well, I mean, I got naked in front of you, both you aren’t a stranger … well, not anymore and… I’m just going to shut up now.” Renée turned bright red, staring hard at the floor.