Thunderstruck [Imogen]

[Lukas Amery Wolfe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] hungry like the wolf I HOWL AND I WHINE. I’M ON THE HUNT I’M AFTER YOU. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - September 3rd, 3:00 AM Boooooom! The thunder rolled in the distance, although it had no effect on Lukas, whom had just gotten into bed no more than ten minutes ago. Having been out with a couple of his townie friends, he had had a night full of drinking, shooting some pool, and flirting with the whores of Summerville while at the local bar. Finally calling it a night, he walked back to St. Helena’s at about two thirty in the morning just about the same time that the storm came in. At first it had started to sprinkle, yet as he moved his way through the courtyard it started to get heavier. Thankfully Lukas was already indoors as it became worse. Once he reached his dorm, he instantly stripped down to where he was in nothing but his black Hanes boxer briefs and slid under the covers of his bed. The downpour was steady by then, and Lukas watched the rain fall diagonally from the sky, trying to defy gravity as it rode on westerly winds that whistled over the trees. The sky darkened a little more, and big heavy drops fell from the clouds. Hurricane drops. He listened as the rain pelted against the window, his eyes becoming heavy. Between the Valium that was in his system and the calming effect the rain had on him, it didn't take long before he dozed off. The two of them were sitting in class together while doing their finals. Everyone knew that this one was going to be hard, mainly because the teacher was such an asshole who was a stickler on time and would more than likely format the test so that it was more complicated than what it needed to be. Needless to say, if you were caught cheating or didn’t put your pens down when he told you to, it was an automatic F. The only thing he allowed was for everyone to have the notes that they took during the semester. Unfortunately for Lukas, he hadn’t really taken any, so he had to rely mostly on his memory. However, there were a few times where he managed to sneak a peek at another student’s paper and get the answer by cheating. Although in all fairness, it was incredibly hard. There was a tension in the air as everyone seemed to be under stress. Especially Imogen, who couldn’t help but feel him breathing over her shoulder, feeling his hot breath against her neck. He was angry that she wasn’t paying any attention to him. No... anger wasn’t the right word. He was enraged. She was scared of what might happen after all this, once class was over and she was by herself. She could only imagine the excruciating pain he would put her through; still, she tried to will it all away so that she could focus on the test. Ten minutes went by, the clock ticking on the wall. “Now I don’t want any of you to worry about finishing the exam. Hardly anyone ever does. So I’ll give you all a minute to finish up where you are.” What?! Time was up already? Lukas looked up from the test for a brief second, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed in a straight line. Oh how he hated that man with a passion. Imogen by then was a breath away from a panic attack, her hand lightly shaking as she squinted at the test, begging and pleading in her mind for him to go away. She was nowhere near done, and she knew that if she didn’t at least finish a couple more questions, then she would surely fail. “Okay, times up! Put your notes up, papers forward immediately. Everyone in the back, c’mon, let’s go.” Lukas let out a small huff as he put his pencil down and leaned back in his seat; he knew that he would pass, though not by much. It probably would have gone nicer had he been able to get better sleep, not to mention listen to some music rather than having to hear everyone else in the classroom, which only had seemed to intensify the more he tried to concentrate on the test. Imogen, however, didn’t stop. By then she was too immersed in the test, trying yet failing to get those last few questions she needed down. It didn’t take long for the teacher to notice her, too. “Hey you, girl with the red shirt on. Put down your pen.” She clenched her jaw and thought about telling him off, though she miraculously managed to hold her tongue. She despised this guy so much; yet instead she pretended not to hear him, however because she hadn’t listen to him, he frowned and nodded with an air of arrogance to him. “Okay then, I have already given a warning. That's an F for you.” Lukas looked over at her then back at him and shook his head in disbelief. The man could not have been a bigger douche than in that moment. In all honesty he could probably clean out a whale’s vagina with the magnitude of his douchery. About that time the lunch bell rang and everyone got up from their seats, each of them setting their paper down on the front of his desk. Imogen, determined as ever, went to set hers down in the pile, even though she knew the teacher would more than likely just rip it up and throw it away; however, before she could do that, Lukas quickly snatched it from her hand and held it up. “Excuse me, but do you even know who this girl is?!” He asked in mock outrage, making it seem as though she were someone special. The teacher only rolled his eyes as though he’d heard it all before. “As a matter of fact I do not. And quite frankly I don’t care to, either.” Lukas simply smirked and nodded once. “Good.” He said before lifting up a huge stack of the papers that were already on the desk and placing it inside, shuffling them all up to where the teacher would have no clue which one belonged to Imogen. Her eyes widened in shock at Lukas’ bold move, and he glanced back at her, giving her a small wink before throwing his bag over his shoulder and heading for the door. Imogen paused as she watched him go for a second before she quickly caught up with him. “Don’t you dare walk out that door! Both of you to the principal’s office right now!” But it was too late, because everyone was already pouring out into the hallway as they headed for the cafeteria. Lukas just ignored the teacher as he kept walking before fading into the crowd. The two of them walked down the hallway together, their footsteps in perfect coordination, and she looked up at him with a smile. “Um, thank you for what you did back there.” He gave her a small smirk. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Anybody woulda done it.” “Not really...” “Okay, well I guess I’m not just anybody then,” he said with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Still, it ain’t a big deal. Just did my good deed of the day, is all.” “So um, what’s your name?” Lukas extended his hand back to her as he kept walking, his body somewhat angled towards her. “Lukas Wolfe.” She gently shook his hand, finding herself liking how rough it felt, like old, tough leather. “I’m—” “Imogen, I know.” She looked surprised that he knew her name, especially considering she had only been to St. Hell’s for half a semester. Here she had begun to think that maybe she was invisible, though what she didn’t realize was how much he actually saw of her. It was the little things, too: how she would lean her head into her hand when she was bored, how she would put the tip of her pencil to her lips and furrow her brows when she was in deep concentration, when she would flash a glimpse of her pearly white smile when she found something funny, but would never actually fully smile, as if something was holding her back from ever truly enjoying anything. Truth was Lukas had noticed her quite a bit, but until now he never had the balls to make a move. Guess you could say he was just waiting for the right opportunity to present itself, though once it was there he took it. Finally making their way out into the cafeteria where it was more open, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder at her. She started heading in her own direction, not too sure if he was busy or didn’t want to be around her at the time, seeing as though that was how it came across. “Um, well I guess I better go ea—” “Do you wanna come have lunch with me?” He asked abruptly. She paused and looked at him for a second, trying to decipher whether it was safe or not. Regardless, she had a habit of getting involved in dangerous situations and always figured she could handle herself pretty well if it came down to it. That, and she honestly needed a distraction from what lurked around the corner and decided that Lukas seemed like he could give her that outlet, even if it were just for a little while. Which was why she smirked and started following him. “Okay,” she said with a nod. And so the two of them began to walk towards the entrance of the school where the courtyard was. A small gust of wind pushed against them as they walked outside, and Lukas got a faint smell of her perfume. It smelt... good. Really good. “So where are we going?” Breaking his thoughts, he couldn’t help but mirror her smirk, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous spark to them. “You’ll see.” Imogen didn’t know what it was about Lukas, but instantly she felt as though he were a kindred spirit. No matter where it was that he was taking her, she somehow knew she would be all right, even if they were in a school for people that were known to be insane. It was true that Imogen would always keep her guard up, especially since she didn’t always know where he was, but Lukas seemed like he was a decently nice guy that she could trust if she chose to. Leading her outside, he started to walk alongside the building, moving towards the baseball field. That was the first time that the two of them had ever become acquainted. They had known of each other through a couple of classes they had taken together, but it hadn’t been until then that they were on a first-name basis. Lukas could remember every intricate detail of that day. If you asked him, he could even tell you exactly what clothes she had on, how the weather felt outside, and how nervous he had suddenly felt being around her one-on-one. Yet that eventually went away once the two of them hung out more often, now at this point having become comfortable around her enough that he could let out a fart and not be embarrassed by it, simply because he knows that she isn’t going to judge him for it. There was no doubting that Imogen and Lukas were good friends. Not exactly best friends that knew each other’s deepest darkest secrets, though anyone who looked at them could tell that they loved hanging out with one another and that they could make each other laugh. Which honestly, it was all that really mattered in the end, because with them, they didn’t need to delve into each others’ lives to know that they were messed up. It was kind of obvious by the way she would sometimes look over her shoulder or have a frightened look in her eyes, or how she would walk in on him talking to himself. It was true that they were crazy, but in the end, they didn’t give a shit about that. What mattered was that Lukas was there for her when she needed him, just like how Imogen was there for him. There was a faint click of the door closing, and for a second Lukas woke up from his slumber; although being too tired to really care, he simply fell right back to sleep, figuring that it was just his imagination getting the best of him. Either that, or Lily had gone off to go do something on her own. Regardless, with it being three o’clock in the morning, there wasn’t going to be much that got Lukas out of bed. It would honestly take a miracle to wake his ass up. Okay so maybe it wasn’t that bad, but still... there were only a few things that would cause him to get up, and the sound of the door shutting wasn’t one of them, especially when it was probably only his roomie coming back from the bathroom or something. TAG: imogen. NOTES: hope you like it, luff! TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL @ CAUTION.

[Imogen Faye Sullivan]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1851 WORDS FOR LUKAS i absolutely adored it, it was perfect<3 hope mine's alright as well, feel free to let me know if anything needs to be changed, love. also, credit for image goes to DEBORA! @ CAUTION 2.0 DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]A lone figure lay tangled within jumbled sheets, her features huddled and fingers tightly gripping the fabric in preparation. Another storm was moving in, it wouldn't be long before the thunder came and then that dreadful lightning. She was alright for now, though. It wasn't raining too hard yet...and she spoke too soon. Suddenly the rain grew thicker, pelting heavily against the window and rumbling along the walls. It was getting stronger. She squeezed her eyelids shut, brow furrowed as anxiety wracked her frame. It would be along any minute now. He liked to do this; start the rain all light, so that she thought it was just a sun shower or merely light rain, before it would steadily get harder and then the thunder and the lightning, and then the thunder and the lightning. That formidable spark of fire she feared would someday strike her courtesy of him. The rain pounded against her eardrums, it was getting heavier. Why wouldn't he stop? Frightened bright blue hues shot towards the window as a streak of lightning shown through, Imogen jumping back and pressing her frame against the wall, short, rapid breaths leaving her lungs in the process. A rumble of thunder followed and the brunette flattened her hands against her ears, eyes tightly shut, the rumbling rattling her insides and making her want to throw up. "Go away, go away, not tonight. Please, not tonight." She whispered under her breath, rocking back and forth, her fingers gripping the sides of her head. A choked sob escaped her throat, her eyes holding back tears, Imogen shaking her head back and forth in an attempt to rid him from her mind. She needed happy thoughts, she needed to think of something good. She needed to think of something that mattered. His image sprung to mind, a small smirk beginning to curl at the edges of her lips, especially at the thought of their first meeting. It hadn't started particularly well, they having been in the midst of an important, albeit ridiculous, final which Imogen couldn't seem to concentrate on. He had been lurking about, peering over her shoulder, breathing on her neck and she had been so immersed in him and so terrified of what he would accomplish come the end of the exam that a slot of time had slipped by. The Professor broke her thoughts, claiming they didn't have to finish the exam but that they had a minute to finish up. Her hues widened, he still rummaging about her heartstrings, her hand shaking and her focus waning. She attempted to concentrate on the test, her eyes squinting at the words which suddenly weren't making any sense anymore, but she could practically see him grinning in delight. Her brow furrowed as, determined, she set down to at least attempt to finish a few more questions, despite the dull sound of the professor telling them time was up. She continued on working as the professor identified her by her red shirt and told her to put down her pen. Her jaw clenched but she went on working, the professor eventually telling her he gave her a warning so he was giving her an F. She wasn't hurt. As adamant as ever, she began to stalk towards the desk so as to place her paper there any way, but Lukas swiftly snatched the paper from her and held it up, questioning if the professor knew who she was as if she was someone of importance. The professor attempted a witty response saying that he didn't but he didn't care to either to which Lukas smirked and nodded before stating that that was good as he shuffled the papers up and stuck her's inside. She could only stare on wide-eyed, though a certain mischievous gleam clung to her eyes; perhaps this was a man she could interact with that wouldn't disappoint her. He tossed a wink her way, a small smile playing along her lips as she caught up with him after a moment, leaving the shrieking teacher in the distance. She couldn't help but be intrigued by the air he carried, he had an essence she couldn't say she had found in anyone thus far this semester, granted she hadn't been there long but she had been there long enough to know who was shit and who wasn't. They followed the crowd bustling about, side by side within a hallway and she was amused by how their feet were in perfect coordination with each other, Imogen looking up at him with a smile. She somewhat embarrassedly thanked him for what he did, Lukas playing it cool with a smirk and acting like the ridiculously handsome man he was, saying not to worry about it since anyone would've done it. She didn't know where it came from, but she found it slipping from her lips -- her truth that not everyone would have. A peering into her distrust with most everyone and she wondered what made her feel so comfortable already with a stranger she had met not five minutes ago wherein she would actually talk about that. He casually offered that he wasn't just anyone and that it wasn't a big deal, he was just doing his good deed for the day. A small smirk found its way to her lips, Imogen then asking his name. Lukas continued walking, though did so at an angle so as to extend his hand while he introduced himself. Her hand found his, Imogen gently shaking it not to mention loving the feel of his hands, but before she could fully introduce herself, he interjected by completing it with her name. Surprise met her features, Imogen unable to stop them in time and she mentally cursed herself. She didn't need people thinking they got to her, that wasn't in the plan. Yet with Lukas...something was different. She didn't know what but she couldn't deny she wasn't curious to find out. Once they reached the cafeteria, however, she wasn't quite sure what the deal was. She was ready to start off on her own way, giving some excuse about how she needed to go eat when Lukas abruptly asked if she wanted to come have lunch with him. Imogen watched him somewhat warily, as if guaging his character -- she needed to know who she was hanging around with, after all. But just as quickly, she realized she really didn't give a fuck. This guy seemed fun and cool, plus he had this sense about him, she simply couldn't pass it up, besides, it might keep him at bay. A smirk danced along her lips as she nodded in agreement, falling into step with him while they made their way towards the cafeteria. When they didn't head directly towards it, her smirk deepened and she glanced towards Lukas, asking where they were going. He met her smirk and claimed that she would see, which only heightened her sense of anticipation. She could already tell this man was going to be a lot of fun. He led her towards the baseball field, where their story then grew over shared blunts and alcoholic drinks. Where they had fun times doing whatever the hell they wanted and not having to feel shame about it. She would never admit how wonderful she found his friendship to be, but that's what was great about it; it was an unspoken bond, one which never needed to be delved into. It was what it was. Imogen focused on this, assembled his face in her mind, but it wasn't enough. She needed to be with Lukas in this moment. He rapped his knuckles against her skull, jeered at her without needing words and she let out a muffled scream behind rumpled sheets. She suddenly cast the blankets aside as if they had poisoned her, however, distressed blue hues rimmed with past tears; she hadn't even realized she had been crying. She had had enough; she needed a friend and a fucking cigarette. She was sure it was late at night, then noticing the sky was dark and foreboding, but she didn't give a fuck. Glancing about the room, she was relieved to see she had had what she thought to be her private moment actually be private. Her roommate was out, probably getting drunk somewhere or god knew what that girl did, and she nodded to herself in satisfaction. She quietly snuck towards the door and opened it, peeking her head out to make sure the coast was clear. Once she was sure it was, Imogen raced towards the boys dorms, the way familiar by now as she had spent many a time with Lukas in his dorm shh. Her frame wracked as thunder struck once more, it feeling as though it was shaking the whole building, and Imogen bounded towards his door, though shut it quietly in case his roommate was in bed; she wasn't a complete asshole and besides, she didn't want to wake his roommate when she and Lukas were there, it was their private time and he didn't need to be sticking his nose where it ought not be. Her eyes focused in the darkness, which seemed so much darker when compared with the lights just outside the door. It didn't take long, Imogen finding her way towards his bed, seeing that he was sleeping. That was of no matter, Imogen spotting his pack of cigarettes sticking out of his pocket and slyly reaching for it as she slid into bed with him. She had done this so much, she was a pro when it came to swiping things from his pockets -- particularly his cigarettes -- though it made it easier seeing that Lukas looked like he was passed out drunk. One too many, Lukas? Naughty, naughty, she thought teasingly, a smirk playing along her lips before she angled the box to come out without hitching onto a part of the jean pocket, diligently biting her lip. Success! She grabbed one before carelessly tossing the pack onto the windowsill, Lukas' mere presence, even in sleeping form, seemingly enough to keep her thoughts adequately distracted. Grabbing the lighter, which looked as if it mistakenly rolled out of Lukas' pocket when he stumbled into bed, Imogen sparked the cigarette up and took a drag. She felt almost at peace for a moment before another bout of thunder struck, lightning flashing against the sky and mirroring Lukas' wall. Her frame siezed up, tense, as she desperately took another drag. Bright blue hues flicked about the room, sure that he was in the room now, that he had followed her. She sidled closer towards Lukas, the side of her frame pressed against his back as she drew her knees to her chest. One arm wrapped around her legs while the other carried her cigarette, her features stone-like as she stared ahead of her at the wall, taking a drag every now and then. [/style]

TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0

[Lukas Amery Wolfe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] hungry like the wolf I HOWL AND I WHINE. I’M ON THE HUNT I’M AFTER YOU. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ever since that fateful day, the dugout had become ‘their’ spot; it was the first place they shared their first blunt and had their first make-out session. That, and it was the one place they would always go to together if they didn’t feel like going out that day. That being said, it wasn’t like they never got out. There were plenty of times where Lukas would sneak them out and the two of them would go on a small stroll, grabbing an ice cream cone for a small snack or getting a McGangbang from McDonald’s when they had the munchies, or going out to the movies or to go putt-putting or bowling; it wasn’t much, but it was just enough to get a feel of freedom and yet still get away from the dreadful surroundings of St. Hell’s. Honestly, Lukas wished he could take Imogen out more, simply for the fact that he figured it would be a good distraction from whatever was going on in her head (oh, and the fact that he loved being around her), though most places that he frequented required a fake I.D. It was something Lukas was planning to eventually get her, once he came across the right person to get it for him. The one he had gotten was more than a year old, and the man that had made it for him had moved out of Summerville not long after making it. Since then, Lukas hadn’t really found anyone with the same expertise. That, and he technically needed a picture of Imogen so that they could try to match it up to the best of their abilities. Not that Lukas couldn’t describe exactly what she looked like: her long brown locks flowing down just past her shoulders, her soft pale skin, the way her bright sapphire eyes always seemed to light up even more whenever they saw each other. Imogen had a mischievous gleam in her eyes just like he had in his; she was just as wild and rebellious as him. They were one in the same. Yet she was still a petite little thing with soft curves, and stood a little less than a foot under him. Plus she had a tattoo on her shoulder blade that he had traced his fingers over plenty of times during the nights they had laid naked together in bed. But then Lukas had always been someone who noticed the details. He usually did it with all the women he slept with. Or at least that’s what he told himself. He let out a tired moan, his vision adjusting to the darkness as his eyes made out the outline of a curvy figure. At first he mistook it for Lily, though after getting a small whiff of her perfume with the faint smell of smoke, he instantly knew who it was. Imogen. The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile as he scooted over to give her plenty of room so that she wasn't lying on the edge of the bed. Flipping himself over so that he was facing her, he slipped his arm underneath her waist, pulling her into him and diminishing the little space that was between them so that their warm bodies were completely touching. Afterwards he nuzzled his face into the nook of neck, breathing her in and emitting a satisfied hum from his throat. Lukas didn’t ask why she was there; after all, he already knew the answer to that question the second he heard the sound of thunder in the background. Plus he could feel that she was slightly tense. So instead he gently grabbed her wrist and directed her hand towards his lips, softly kissing the outside of her palm before taking a drag from the cigarette. Releasing his grip, he slid his hand down her waist and under the seam of her shirt, his rough, calloused hands gently caressing the small of her back. For awhile it seemed like neither of them said anything. Lukas loved the fact that the two of them could sit there comfortably in complete silence without it being awkward in the least bit. He hated how some people always felt like it was necessary to yak about bullshit in order to feel comfortable. Truly, that’s when you know you’ve found someone special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the peace and quiet together. Finally though he broke the silence. “Y’need anything else? I’ve got some Valium, if you want it.” His voice was still a bit raspy from having just gotten up, although the tone still held sincere concern. This was the first time Lukas ever saw Imogen ever come to his dorm at this late of an hour. Not that she hadn’t been here before (on the contrary, the two of them often snuck into each other’s dorms all the time) though it somehow felt different this time. She was obviously taking a huge risk of getting caught, which meant that whatever it was that was troubling her, it had to be important. Surely she hadn’t come here just for the sex? He got a small ego boost thinking about the idea, though he knew better than to believe it. No, something was wrong. Lukas wasn’t going to pry of course, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t help somehow. And unfortunately the only way he knew how was to drug her up to the best of his abilities. Although Valium would be perfect for her right now. It gave you a warm buzz and made you more relaxed and calm; basically, it was a downer, which is what Lukas preferred most. Still, it was something he figured Imogen appreciated. She was the one and only person he ever shared his drugs with without ever charging. As far as he was concerned what belonged to him was also hers. She knew which bags were meant for selling and which ones were meant for recreational use. And if she ever so pleased, she could always just walk her happy ass into his dorm and grab whatever she wanted. Lukas always made sure she was aware of that, too. He knew she needed it more than the others. It was because he knew she was diagnosed with schizophrenia, just like how she knew that he was in there for the same cause. And if what went on in his mind went on in hers... she needed to block some of that out. Propping himself up on his elbow so that he was leaning over her a little, his eyes slowly trailed down her body before they snapped up to meet her gaze, a smirk playing at his lips. “I have to say, you look mighty fine in them pajama’s, by the way.” If nothing else, he would try to distract her from whatever she was afraid of. He would try to make her feel safe and taken care of. No matter what, she could count on him with that.

[/size]

TAG: imogen. NOTES: pffft yours was wonderful, are you kidding? xD
TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL @ CAUTION.

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Imogen Faye Sullivan]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1851 WORDS FOR LUKAS aww you're sweet<3 this is definitely not my best but you'll have to live with it :P also, credit for image goes to DEBORA! @ CAUTION 2.0 DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]It was pleasant thinking of their time spent together, it certainly helped ease her wracked frame. Images of the dug out flashed before her mind; their first blunt, their first make-out session. It was the one place she always felt comfortable in, where she and Lukas could feel real for more than a moment's time and bask in the other's presence without a care. Of course, they went out from time to time, whether it be for munchies, movies, or Lukas was simply feeling privy to sneaking them out. As far fetched as she thought it might sound, he made her feel at ease, though she couldn't help but attribute some of it to the fact that Lukas was suffering from the same dismal disorder as herself. Perhaps this was why they got on so well for crazy people tended to stick together. However, she didn't think Lukas was that insane, sure he muttered to himself from time to time but, otherwise, he was just Lukas. He was the one she knew she could count on without needing to ask, the one she could come to in silence and he would accept it as is. He didn't try to pry or push her to talk if she didn't want to, he just let her...be. Plus, the sex was phenomenal and who was she to deny mind-blowing sex? A small smirk curled at the edges of her lips at the thought, her eyes fluttering shut briefly as she took a deep breath. An exhausted moan escaped Lukas' throat as he moved over, giving her a bit more space upon the bed, blue hues shooting towards him. She scooted in closer, Lukas seemingly helping her out as an arm snaked around her waist, pulling her frame closer to his, Imogen relishing in the warmth his body provided. It felt soothing, like a blanket draped about her form and a smile played along her lips as Lukas buried his face into the crook of her neck, a content hum escaping the back of his throat shortly afterwards to which Imogen gently rested her head atop his own, smile still intact. She silently thanked him for not questioning why she was here, though she figured he knew when to leave well enough alone. He was well aware of how she felt about thunderstorms, and without her even needing to explain why in the first place. He was a smart guy, not to mention an extremely handsome one at that, and was able to put two and two together. Plus, there was the fact that the two of them were somewhat linked in the sense that they both knew when the other was upset without them needing to say a word; she liked that and though she would never admit it, it made her feel connected to something other than the demons in her own head. The familiar burst of thunder rattled the windows, the sky once more streaked with that vociferous lightning and she tensed up once more, taking another drag from her cigarette, hand slightly shaking as she brought it down to rest atop her knee. Accustomed calloused hands reached for her wrist, they then directing her hand towards Lukas' lips. He kissed the outside of her palm softly, Imogen's eyes closing at the sensation, before he took a drag from the cigarette as well. He soon released her hand, it then snaking down her waist and under the hem of her shirt to stroke against the small of her back. The movement was soothing, Imogen taking a deep breath to control her disconcerted nerves. He helped, Lukas always helped. He knew just what to do when she felt like she was losing all control and, regardless, he was the only one who really even knew she was troubled in those moments. She liked to hide herself away, pretend she didn't feel, but she felt. Oh, did she feel. But the silence was nice. It wasn't uncomfortable nor troublesome and that's what she liked best about these moments with Lukas. This wasn't to say she didn't appreciate a good conversation with Lukas but it was also always nice to just be able to sit in complete tranquility and not feel the need to doll it up with unnecessary nonsense. Their first time sitting in silence had been an indicator to her subconscious that this was someone she could count on, someone she didn't have to worry would go spilling a secret should Imogen ever choose to relay one. It was highly unlikely, but time would tell. Life did like to throw curveballs a lot. He was peering, in places he ought not to as he wasn't welcome here. He wasn't allowed near Lukas. Lukas was to remain shielded from him, she would not let him get him. Her eyelids squeezed together tightly, solemnly shaking her head as if it would rid him from her mind. Luckily, Lukas provided the best option yet; a Valium. She grinned at him, a gleam to her eye, "Please." Her tone wasn't anxious, but it might as well have been. Valium always keeped him at bay, it made her relaxed, calm, not qualities he particularly wanted her to melt in. He wanted her frightened beyond wit's end, clambering for release from the hell only he could provide. But she wouldn't let him win. No, she was sick of it. Sidling closer to Lukas, she couldn't keep from kissing the top of his head. He was such a sweet man, plus he always knew what to give her to calm her down. And not only that, but he had let her know that, if she so desired, she could scamper down to his dorm anytime and grab whatever she needed, free of charge. Could any man be sweeter? Course, she figured it was also because he understood. He knew what it was like to live with this sickness, this emptiness wrapping about your ribcage and sucking you dry. Lukas broke her reverie, however, as he propped himself onto his elbow, his gaze slowly travelling down her frame and taking her in before giving her his signature smirk. She matched his smirk, it deepening upon his compliment, Imogen giving him a once over as well. "Not too bad yourself there, Romeo." She couldn't tear her gaze away from him, though her finger found itself playing with the hem of his shirt. "Though I'm not sure why you have this on." Her smirk remained as her free hand started combing through his long locks; she had always loved his hair, she was a sucker for it. [/style]

TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0