Conflicting Passions

[Kai]

Kai looked at how the rain was coming down. It didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon.

What do you want to do to pass the time?

Kai looked at her.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

I turn over in bed, still a bit tired, and cranky. Why does he have o mess with me? Im not messing with him and Mischa, or anything. And why did he check on my room? Someone must have sent him. God, whatever!

I look over to my other side, and I see Anna. Man, I almost forgot about her. I was so mad at Dad.

"Anna, we really should get outta here. Befor my dad decides he needs to check on me again."

[Rodthingy Maestro-Reborn]

I walk out, and See Cal with Hope.

"God, see. Even he gets a girl. Life is a beast."

I walk down the street, until I bump into Simona.

"Oh...hey. What are you doing here?"

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

"I don't care. Let him catch us. He might learn a lesson not to snoop and that his son is a total stud."

I roll over and pull the blanket over me. I am sooo not afriad of Lysander's father. I want him to see me. I hope it gives him a seizure.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"Alright, suit yourself. I don't care."

I get out of the bed quickly, and lock the door. I retreat back under the covers.

"Now, thats better."

[Simona Weil]

"I was looking for you to see what Eternal Light is doing about the current world events concerning Louhi and the dragons, Rodthingy."

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

"Yes it is..."

I wrap my arms around Lysander and cling to his body.


"So tell me more about yourself. We really don't know each other well. Not that it matters."

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"Um...well"

I kiss her neck twice

"I am the son of Valodya Bassarov. I like guitars, and am a Troskyist. And, I like you."

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

I smile at him and run my fingers along his collar bone then down his chest.

"How...fascinating."

Not really, the guy is rather opaque, but he is hot enough to keep my attention. I move on top of him and kiss his neck and chin.

"It is good that you met me....I can teach you a lot about the world...."

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"Really? I think Im boring."

She actually thinks that cool. Wierd.

"I have a lot to learn, believe me. A lot."

I look up at her, into her beautiful eyes.

"How bout you? You never said anything..."

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

I sit on his abdomen and think for a moment.

"My father is in the Gulag and my grandfather was killed in the revolution. So I live alone and travel all over the world on my daddy's money."

I touch his arms and think some more.

"Even so, I am still one of the top 20 richest people in the world."

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"That must be nice. But, Dad is right. You really should think about donating that money to some poor people. Or, at least a bit. Hey, maybe he wont mind you then? I don't know. Just a thought."

I draw little circles on her back with my hand.

"I have a head ache. Gosh. My dad has never really yelled at me befor."

Well, considering Ive only been alive less than a month, thats not too uncommon.

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

I get off and lay next to him. I kiss his temple.

"You really think I should give my money to people? But...poor people should just get jobs. Giving them money is like rewarding them for being lazy."

I run my hands through his dark hair. The poor boy is sooo confused about the world.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"We really shouldn't be arguing politics, not here. Maybe, some other time, like in a cafe. Never a good Idea to mix polotics and relationships."

I learned that one online, too. I roll on top of her, pinning her down.

"Alright"

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

I laugh a little.

"You are right. I can think of a lot more interesting things to do than just talk boring old politics."

I reach up and touch his handsome face. His skin is so soft. He must take good care of it.