Ending the Dark

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

I smile, and press my body against his, nuzzling his cheek, and nibbling on his ear.

My breathing picks up as I press myself against his body. "It's been awhile..." I say, almost out of breath. I slide my hand down his stomach while licking his ear.

Without wasting any time, I wrap my hand around him, and begin to gently tug. I curl my leg over his body, and nibble on his ear.

I let go, and slide my hand up his body, up his tummy, along his chest, up to his face, and kiss him at the same time my hand greets his face.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov's hands wander down Mischa's back. He grabs the skin of his back as their bodies sink together. He stretches and tangles his legs with Mischa's. He kisses near his friend's ear, tapping his tongue lightly on the lobe, then biting teasingly as he claws down Mischa's muscular back.

He moves his hands down Mischa's legs, admiring the tighness of his muscles. His hands skim over him, then loiter patiently on his femur as he kisses Mischa's chest.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

I close my eyes and bite my lower lip, sliding my hands up his body. Leaning down, I wrap my arms around him, and pull his warm body close to me, sliding my fingernails down his back, making random intricate designs.

I rest my forehead against his, our breathing perfectly matched. I peck him on the lips, licking up to his nose.

[Valodya Bassarov]

((I should get offline, so I am just going to end this. And no Mischa, it is not because I am a chicken. ))

Bassarov looks out the window and sees a flashing light. He vaguely remembers Mischa talking about a spaceship earlier.
"Mischa...check that out, is that a UFO?"
Bassarov pulls himself out from under Mischa and pulls the blanket over himself. He is alarmed by this unwelcome light in the sky.
"Maybe it is Jesus. He heard my Pat Robertson joke and has come for us."

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

((Oh my Bassarov...))

I get up, pulling the blanket to my chest and carrying it over to the window.

"No... Someone must have thrown a rock at a street light or something." I say, commenting on a street light that was rocking back and forth as though it were just struck with something.

"Come back to bed."

((Goodnight))

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I didn't think it was. We should get to sleep. Good night, Mischa." Bassarov puts his arms around Mischa and goes to sleep.

[Helene]

Helene turns over in her bed and opens her eyes. She notices that, once again, she is alone and his side of the bed is empty. She purses her lips together in a hard line then releases it with a sigh.

She rolls out of her bed and looks at the letter she received last night. Last Wave, eh? Femminist? Well, this might acctually work out. Afterall, Helene never liked the way Red Infinity forced abortion onto unwed mothers. Though it is always a shame when a woman gets pregnant unattentionally, she should never be forced into anything...

~*Deetric, we need to talk.*~ she says, with a heavy voice, telepathically.

((To Deetric and Ive gotta go to gay ass chourus practice so if you acctually answer, Ill answer l8ter.))

[Stephen Christiansen]

He had finally made some progress.

While at a bar on his way through the city he took action against a man who refused to stop making advances on the waitress. Fortunatly for Stephen, she was a rebel, and told him of the location of Last Wave.

"Virgin Islands huh? Fitting place." he said as he punched in the coordinates into a telabooth. He was transported there instantly, where he began looking for anyone he thought might be associated with Last Wave.

[Separ Ation]

For quite a while now Separ had not sensed any of the familiar sings of lust in the general vicinity, so he had been using his spare time to work out in the Red Infinity gym. As well as strengthening his muscles, he participated in boxing matches with other operatives, always winning with his superior speed and agility. He waited to leave at any moment should he sense lust.

[Deetric Proudmore]

Deetric snaps up from his desk when he hears Helene's message. He rubs his eyes and looks at the clock. "Oh d**n..." It was late. Very late. He should have gone to bed hours ago. He didn't sleep, but Helene still wanted him to lay in the bed with her when she slept. "Put my foot in it this time..." He pushes back his chair and stands up. He brushes his hair out of his face and walks across the apartment to the bedroom.

[Hope98]

Five hours pass, and I spring back to life. I get up and see that Peter is still resting. I sit at the foot of the bed until he wakes.

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter's sleep is not peaceful. His eyes roll under their lids.

Dreams...

Seven years of dreams stored in his head. Years of death and dying, of others and his own. Waking nightmares, relived in sleep.

Demons, devils, angels, vampires, werewolves, and a flash of a woman with silver hair.

Peter sits bolt upright as screaming fills his ears. It isn't until he draws in breath and the screaming ends that he realizes it was his own cries that awakened him.

He closes his eyes and puts a hand on his forehead. His hand comes away covered with cold sweat. As he stares at his hand he remembers where he is and looks around. Everything was the same as it had been, no demons waited to attack.

Hope was gone she must have woken up and... Peter catches sight of her at the foot of the bed. His insides go cold once more. She had to have seen that. He had not been at his most impressive the last few hours. First he had been frozen by Hope's advance and now he was little more than a child, scared by dreams.

"Sleep well?" Peter croaks, then coughs violently. His throat is very tight.

[Hope98]

"I do not dream or recieve much enjoyment from that sort of rest. I scanned myself for viruses and deleted some un needed files. I am functioning properly." I reply.

"But it appears that you did not rest well at all. Bad dreams..."

I get up and grab him a glass of water. The water looks strange and dark. I am not sure if I trust the quality demon world water.

"Would you like some water?" I say as I hand him the glass anyway.

[Eliza Cady]

Eliza sits in her hut with her laptop in her lap. She observes the man stepping out of the teleportation booth with ease. She hoped he wasn't here to rape and/or maim anyone, though he doesn't look the type. She smiles and nods to herself. She should go see what he wants. She rises and steps from the hut. The man is in clear view and she approches him with ease.
How may I help you, sir?

[Helene]

I sit up in bed now and observe him with narrowed eyes. I draw my knee's up to my chest and rest my chin on them.
Why do you avoid me? Why are you always working? Is it another woman? Don't you love me anymore?
I whisper, though I don't understand why. I guess if I yelled it, it might acctually be true.
Please, tell me what I did wrong...