Taryn
Taryn teleported herself into the Hanson's house and explored around a bit, careful not to be seen by the rest of the Hanson family. She found Taylor's room and opened the door. It was fairly dark, but how she imagined it.
"Hmm, what can I take?"
Taryn searched around and found Taylor's sketch pad on the desk, then found his underwear drawer. "Hmmm nice. He's a brief boy." She grinned and stuffed them into her pockets. "I should probably pick some stuff up for Isis and Zada too."
She turned to leave but froze as she heard footsteps. She ran into a corner and hid.
Christian
Christian whistled a little as he got back to Taylor's room. Zac was off who-knows-where to tell the mother of his baby she was the mother of his baby, and who knew where anyone else was.
He hesitated when he saw the door open. Frowning a little, he wiped the thought from his mind and went in, telekinetically closing it behind him. Then he went over to his desk.
"What the..."
His sketch pad was gone, with his drawings of dragons he'd been working on.
Frowning, he checked the drawers in the desk and under the bed, before turning around.
Taryn
Taryn felt her heart jump into her chest. She had a squealing sound and quickly teleported to the other side of the door and ran down the hallway. She found Ike's room and ran inside, panting.
"Close. Very close."
Christian
Christina hesitated with a frown, then searched Taylor's memory.
Ah, the teleporter from the concert. Taylor called her a stalker. She was the one that made off with his girlfriend.
He grinned. This could be fun.
He left the room in search of her. Seeing Ike's door open, he slowly approached it.
Taryn
Taryn rolled her eyes.
"Hey you caught me, lover. What's new?" Taryn stepped towards Christian and planted a kiss on his lips. She stepped back again and smiled cheekily.
"So, we're all alone... what do you wanna do?"
Taylor
Christian grinned. She was a pretty good kisser.
He put a hand on her left shoulder and leant in to kiss her again. After that, he took her hand, indicated for her to be quiet, and led her back to Taylor's room - closing the door.
"What do you have in mind?" he began, teasingly.
Taryn
Taryn took her jacket off to reveal a tiny little singlet top. Her belly button ring glistened in the light.
"Depends on what you had in mind."
She glanced at the door. "Is there anyway we can lock that?"
Christian
All taken care of," Christian waved, telekinetically holding the door shut already.
"Of course..." he began, "it also means if you run I can catch you."
He grinned before pulling her down onto the bed and leaning in for a kissing session.
"I'm willing to go as far as you are," he raised his eyebrows.
Taryn
"Well, then exhibit me not running." Taryn unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, slowly caressing his chest, before leaning in for another kiss.
"What about your little girlfriend?"
Christian
"What girlfriend?" he teased.
Then they did the usual groping...
"But you might run. I'm a scary person after all," Christian grinned when they stopped for a moment.
But he didn't let her answer before kissing her again.
Taryn
Half and hour later, Taryn collapsed next to Christian on the bed. "Well that was fun." She reached out from under the blanket to the floor and found her underwear. Taryn struggled to put it on, but she finally succeeded.
"You were nice." Taryn kissed him again. "So what's the deal, you want me to bugger off now? Or you wanna do round two? Or make this a regular thing?"
Christian
Christian lay still, his hands under head as he gazed at the roof.
She was good. If she knew who he really was he'd have her as a girlfriend in no time.
"How about I get back to you?" he turned his head to face her, curling some of her hair around his fingers.
"I have to organize things better. It was good today because no one's around. You're good," he grinned, leaning over to kiss her again.
"I want you back. Give me a phone number or something. And... I want my sketch book back."
Taryn
Taryn grinned and kissed him again. She let her hands wander around under the blankets.
"Ok, have your sketch book. Hold on a sec." Taryn got up, still bare chested, but not caring as she picked up his sketch book and opened the front of it. She picked up a pencil and scribbled her number down.
"Remember, whenever you want, I can just teleport back in... or you out." Taryn leaned over and kissed him again.
"Where's my bra?"
Christian
Christian pulled it out from under the sheets and handed it to her.
"Nice to know. I'll call you," he flashed her a smile.
Then he saw Flavian watching.
"Hey!" he began in fuzzle, "you saw the whole thing?"
"What about Mousey?" Flavian almost cried.
"What about Mousey," Christian repeated softly as he watched Taryn get dressed.
Well, he didn't really care if she found out. Probably better not to have her hanging around anyway, with that darn wolf.
Taryn
Taryn giggled. "Cute."
She finished dressing and kissed him again.
"Alright, I'll go now."
Christian
He nodded dismally, then took her hand.
"What's your name first?" he asked, looking into her eyes in a way he knew a million fans would kill for.
Taryn
"I'm Taryn." She kissed him again. Then waved.
"Bye."
She teleported out.