Rousing the Beast

Chapter I

She swayed her hips to the future funk music of Night Tempo, motioning her hypnotizing hands above and around her. He, already captivated, would not dare take his eyes off of her. She was a snake charmer and given his reputation with a specific amount of women, he was rather much charmed in the sense.

She didn't notice him staring at her like a hawk would do their prey. However her mind was else where. It wasn't a typical night at "The Hollow". In fact it was gay night. The only night in which she could enjoy herself without the heterosexual attention that she grew tired of.

She smiled and laughed around the group of her "girlfriends", playfully whining her hips against theirs and completely oblivious to the jealousy that emitted off of a peculiar patron.

Ichigo laughed at the thought before taking a swig of his brandy. This wasn't his ideal night. In some instances , Ichigo preferred a quiet night at home catching up on a series or some other anime. He grown accustomed to the "boring" life. It was not as if he enjoyed it. He craved for something amazing to happen in his life, whether it was a fight at this bar and he had to break it up, or one of his friends asked him for advice. He needed something. But in this moment he was agitated and would rather be home.

He was told to meet here at 9:00 p.m but when he checked the time again it was already 11:45 p.m.

Typical.

Taking another swig, he went back to watching the mysterious beauty on the dancefloor. This time she was by herself. The music slowed and so did her movements. She danced with not a care in the world and Ichigo didn't mind the show. He didn't know what to make of her besides her conspicuous beauty. She could have been a stripper from the way that she was dressed. Still he didn't want to judge by that alone. In the midst of his boredom, she seemed to be the only thing in the club worth looking at at. He could tell that she went to the gym. She was dressed in nothing but black. Her shorts barely covering her cheeks, completed with a shirt that tied around her neck showing off her sculpted stomach and huge breast with thigh high suede boots. She was dressed for the summer even if the club door stood between her and the seven degrees of winter outside.

So she is a show off?

Her eyes were closed as if the music embodied her essence. Every move she made went to the beat and not just randomly flailing their hand calling it dancing. By this time Ichigo was bewitched. With his hand still on his glass, he leaned back on the booth, contemplating. He studied the way she would constantly turn her head to her friends laughing when she did a specific dance move.

A inside joke I suppose.

He smirked as she turned so he can see her naked back. She looked like everything he needed tonight. He felt his member rising after all the thoughts that ran through his head and yet he blushed to the notion. He shook his head in a attempt to release the tension building inside of him, letting out a small sigh before taking another sip.

She knew what she was doing coming outside dressed like that. Despite it being gay night, any man or woman would be glad to get under her. He could imagine her heavy breast pressed against him while he ravish her throat with his tongue. A low growl was heard but interrupted when he heard a familiar voice.

"Yo!"

Tch

Renji finesse through the crowd making his way to Ichigo. A smile plastered on his face as if all is well. Ichigo eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the thought that one of his bestfriends will find absolutely nothing wrong with this picture. One he takes two hours to make a appearance, and two he been getting kisses blown at him from the bartender that just about as big as him for the past 2 hours, "So you're going to explain why I been waiting here and you no where in sight?"

Renji didn't seem fazed by the surrounding from the way he swaggered to Ichigo, plopping down in the seat across from him. Despite that he was wholly uneducated at the fact of what he just walked in to, Ichigo scowling face should have been his first clue. Appearing as though it was natural for Ichigo to wear a permanent glower, Renji couldn't tell the difference if this was his normal face or if Ichigo was utterly pissed off, "First a drink."

Ichigo bellowed, "To hell with the damn drink, do you have any idea how long I been sittin'...here!?"

"But I'm here now!" Renji smirked.

Ichigo wanted to punch that confident smile into oblivion. Nonetheless, Renji had no idea how many kisses being blown to him that Ichigo tolerated. With that thought alone his hand tightened around the shot glass.

"Geez calm down dude, we been friends for how long….you should have expected this."

"Still, have some damn respect." By now Ichigo threw the remaining substance down his throat and slammed the glass back on the table. It was bout time to make the obvious known. "Renji...do you have any idea what tonight is?"

Before Renji could answer, he looked around the bar. Witnessing women the same size as him as well as men kissing men, and some women dressed almost the same as him, back to Ichigo grimace that he almost jumped.

Although aggressive, a poised smirked pulled on Ichigos lips, "I bet you didn't check the event for tonight huh?"

A guffaw exploded out of Renji, trying to play off the fact that he was totally embarrassed and confused the "night of strippers" with "gay play". "Alright, perhaps I didn't check, besides women love gay men, hell I love gay people, where you think I get my fashion sense from?"

It wasn't much being that he only wore a suit and bow tie and his hair down. Ichigo could only reminisce how the girls from school often asked about him because of his long unusual hair matching his atypical dressing style. Ichigo understood that it came with the territory that he stood out. His hair color was rare, how could he not know?

Ichigo answered in a slight smirk, knowing that he followed some fashion designer on a social application, coming out with the new trends for the younger crowd but that didn't matter at the moment. He turned his gaze back to the blonde on the dance floor ignoring Renji. The music changed but this time he saw her hips switch to the bar. Aside from her dancing nature, her walk was sexier than anything he ever noticed.

He wanted her bad and it was obvious.

Renji followed his bestfriends focus to the woman at the bar and could barely contain himself. If Renji had the vocals for it, he would howl to the moon. He started to get hot and immediately called dibs when he started to fix his suit, ran his long fingers through his hair, and made way to her destination. Ichigo would only watch her from a far but Renji and his assertive nature could not hold back.

Anxiety started to kick in for Ichigo as he now leant forward, slightly perturbed by his best friend brashness. There was always a level of respect between the two. In this case, Renji was selfish, determined, and didn't care who he pissed off in the process, even if that someone was his bestfriend. That now made him Ichigos' rival.

Hell, if she stepped outside, pretty sure it will feel like a hot day in july where ever she went. So how could he not approach her? With a positive smile on his face, Renji strut across the bar without a plan in mind but only one thought She was going home with him tonight.

There she stood, leaning her elbows on the bar, making a choice for her drink. Her back was to him so she didn't see the red head walking to her. Her soft voice spoke in a hym that ringed louder than the booming music. The closer he got, he grew timid.

At first he didn't know what to say. He admired her from a distance and he could see why Ichigo was so intrigued by this beauty, "Ms. goldie."

Renji waited for her to turn but she continued to move idly to the beat of the song, still inclined on the bar completely ignorant of Renji catching her attention. He started to overthink his approach, maybe it was kind of rude to make it obvious that she has a head of gold hair, but it was irrelevant to him. Packing himself between her and another patron at the bar, he reiterated, "Excuse me beautiful," yeah that was it.

She turned to face him, her aqua eyes meeting his brown spheres. She didn't say anything. Alternatively she studied him. From the smug look on his face to his body posture. He was tall and fit so it didn't do much help in unmanning him. Although he was handsome he wasn't her type. She liked that he was proud and being that he approached her, he was well over self-assured. She humored him, gazing at him to continue on with his scheme.

"Abarai," he spoke proudly, meeting her gaze, "Abarai Renji, may I buy you a drink?"

Her eyes were welcoming yet he can tell they held a restriction to them. He can see she wasn't with the mind games or anything that he was throwing her way. She permit a smile, moving closer as she rested her chin on her fist. Slowly she shook her head declining his offer, speaking in a pitch that only he can hear, "I've already ordered a drink sweety,"

Sweety huh?

"Well...," he slightly bent to level with her stare, "what do I have to do to know your name?"

In a diffident gesture, she shook her head with a light chuckle before returning her gaze and smile to him, "First…" she jounced her chin to where Ichigo was lounging. "Introduce me to your friend,"

Ichigo eyes never left the two. He was pissed that he stayed here for two hours and now Renji making off with the only thing that brought him entertainment after having the audacity to stand him up. Ichigo covetous nature started to appear. After all, they were the same and still unmitigated opposites. Renji was confident, smug, demeaning, arrogant in some of his ways. Whereas, Ichigo was the subtle approach of those descriptions when he wanted to be. Ichigo watched as they got closer together, Renji towering and wide figure fully blocked her presence that she disappeared in front of him. With a sigh of defeat, he attempted to take another swig of his drink before recalling that the liquor was finished. He raised his hand to order another shot before realizing Renji and the woman staring back at him.

The hell is he looking at?

Ichigo desired to stick his middle finger up to him until he saw that she waved to him. Startled, Ichigo once phlegmatic face started to feel hot. Reluctantly he lifted his hand, a slow gesture of a wave and just like that, he quickly put his head down hiding the anxiety he felt.

"What!?" Renji shrieked, turning back to face the beautiful stranger, "Him!?"

Laughing lightly, she straightened herself looking up to him, "I really don't need your help to do so." She looked over at Ichigo, who sat wide eyed and clueless, "he caught my interest."

He could have sworn he heard a light growl escape from her as she stared at Ichigo. How could she not tell that he was a prude? What did she see in Ichigo that he didnt have. They both have the same build, they were both tall, hell even uncommon hair colors. However Renji was daring and being bold caused for him to have a softer ass to land on when he was rejected. Renji, put to shame with a wounded pride, gathered himself subconsciously, "All right," he sighed, "But can I atleast know your name?"

She tittered, rearranging herself before walking to Ichigo, "It's Goldie...remember?

Tier, that was her name. It was a mantra that played in Ichigos' head and yet his equilibrium was steady. My god her being was otherworldly up close. With that thought in mind, he quickly chugged the shot. He subtly cleared his throat of the burn, trying desperately not to make a fool of himself being that he was told first impressions last a lifetime. He didn't want to be the topic of 'you remember that weird orange haired guy at the bar?' between her and her friend. "So, are you a man?"

Just like that, all was ruined.

She almost spit out her drink but immediately gained composure. She laughed once she down her drink. It was off guard and she understood why he asked but that question went both ways. "I could ask you the same..."

"I asked you first,"

"So are you saying 'Lady's first' then?"

"Fair enough..." Ichigo smirked, reaching in his pockets for his wallet. "...Have a look,"

He slid his I.D to her. She angled herself, drink still in her hand as she looked. Male, 22 turning 23 July 15, hair naturally orange, height 6'0. Out of respect she stopped before reading his address. She took another sip reclining back in her seat, "Do you normally show your I.D to strangers?"

"No I dont...this was just to prove a point."

"And what would happened if I stalked you?"

Matching her lustful study of him, he smirked, "I wouldn't mind."

She blinked away from him blushing but it was dark enough in the booth that he did not notice. She didn't care too much for the attention however the strawberry daiquiris and long Island have her in the mood for other things. Still she did not want to push for it but she wanted to.

She turned her head back to him, to see that he was already staring at her. "So your name is Kurosaki Ichigo..." She sung.

Don't say it like that. He thought to himself as he nodded.

"You own that clinic in Karakura Town?"

"Not me precisely, my old man owns it. I just run it,"

She smiled, "Well you're part of the family business I presume?"

"Yeah, you can say that."

"Cool…so Kurosaki, what made you come here out of all places? Especially tonight."

Ichigo looked at the red head on the other side of the bar in the center of a group making a fool of himself. In every attempt to lick his wounds he found himself in a desperate need to get his confidence back, "DRINKS ON ME!" Renji shouted and the bar up roared in delight.

"Well…" Ichigo sighed, turning back to look at her already staring back at him. He could tell that was going to turn him on immensely. She was sexy staring into him, studying him. "My asshole friend over there decided to come out at this very spot. Believe me, it wasn't my idea."

Twirling her straw around her glass,"That's bittersweet."

"What make ya' say that?"

"If it wasn't for your "asshole" friend, we wouldn't be sitting here, thinking about ditching this place together."

Damn. Ichigo gulped down the lump in his throat. She was bold, he gave her that. He looked down to his glass in a timid gesture. She was intimidating him and Ichigo was losing. He looked up to her and not for a moment did her eyes leave off of him.

He studied her features as well as her attributes. Her thick blonde eyelashes that skirted her aquamarine eyes. She kept her hair in a short bob and unruly. Her narrow chin that he would love to guide so he could feel the softness of her full lips. He wanted to run his fingers through her golden tresses. Her skin tone was beautiful and he could tell that she took care of her herself. From what her shirt displayed he could see there was a tattoo under her right breast but couldn't quite make out what it was. He wanted to know everything about her. He didn't know if the feeling was mutual but surely enough he did want to leave with her.

By now he kept her gaze once he figure this was a challenge, a test, and she the same. Neither one peering off the other. She kept her smile as a predilection to where this was going. She usually did this as a defense mechanism, a effort to see if the other party would back down, but now it was out of habit. In spite that he was really good looking. He was lean, his muscle were on full display despite wearing a long sleeve shirt. It fitted him to a crisp, and being it was a v neck it gave her a little view of his pecs. It was a licentious way to put it but she licked her lips, lusting to feel him.

"Are you judging me?"

Ichigo still holding her libidinous stare, "Not in the least bit."

"Hmph….so if I were to pull my I.D out, will you stalk me?"

He leant further on the table, "I can't promise you that I won't."

Mmmm. She growled to her self. Enough was enough. She wasn't wearing any panties and grew worrisome that the waterfall between her legs will be noticeable.

"Kurosaki...we're two healthy people, I'm a grown woman, you're a grown man..." She rose from her seat and in a sultry saunter, she made her way to Ichigo. With no hesitation in mind she straddled him. He didn't know what to make of it, his heart was pounding in milliseconds and blood rushed to a place that will, for further reason, assure her that he is all male.

She placed his hands on her soft rump and he pushed her further on to him. He wanted her more than she wanted him. Teasing him she lightly licked his bottom lip and he moved his head to engulf hers but she was swift. Playfully she nipped his top lip and he laughed against it. Unbeknownst to her, he grabbed the back of her neck, bringing her to him, crashing his lips on to hers.

Her hands wrapped around his thick neck, feeling the heat and smoothness of his creamy skin. Her body screamed for this, she wanted this, she wanted someone to need her for just this temporary moment and Ichigo was her prey. She threw her tongue in his mouth, exploring the regions of his throat.

Gratefully it was dark in the club and could barely notice what was happening, However if anyone was not minding their business they got a free show. She whimpered when he started moving her against him.

She came up for air but Ichigo wanted more of the goddess. She pecked him on the lips then a quick lick of her tongue on his lips again. He leant back, staring up at her, "You're a tease,"

"I'm horny, and I'm interested in you."

"Was that all it took?"

"Don't play coy. You had your eyes set on me as soon as I stepped through those doors." Her hands moved to the collar of his shirt, feeling the indent between his pecs, "Face it ichigo...you were too chicken shit to approach me,"

"Nah, I just don't take rejection well, so I admired you from a far until you noticed me."

She laughed, "Honestly, you will fall in love with me."

"Tch, what makes you so sure about that? We don't even know each other."

"But you know me well enough to have your tongue down my throat."

He blushed, hell it was already done. The prude had no choice but to commit. "You were the one to sit on my lap."

She calmly retorted, "But you didn't stop me pretty boy..." She proceeded to move her hip back and forth.

"Okay..." he groaned, "So what if I didn't,"

She can tell that she will see his brows furrow the remaining of tonight. He is easy to upset but it was adorable. All of that was about to change for him. She leant in to kiss him again. This time slow, sensual, and seductive. He accepted the smooch, until she pulled back. Leaving the ferocious man breathless. "Then let's get out of here."

No less than five minutes Ichigo was already outside the door giving a particularly drunk Renji the 'peace sign' as the cab drove off and Tier slowly walking in another direction to her group of friends. He couldn't tell what was said but he watch the transaction, seeing her look at him smiling, back to speaking to them. Seconds later she was already sauntering back to Ichigo, fastening the white trench coat belt around her waist to fixing her hands in her pockets to escape the chilly wind.

She smiled when she saw him monitoring her every move. "Why do you look at me like that?"

"Huh? Oh umm…I just find you really beautiful" self-consciously he scratched his head, "And I'm curious to know, what are your true intentions."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why did you pick me and not Renji?"

"…does it matter?"

"I suppose not, jus' wanted to know what made me so special."

She caught him off guard when she started laughed to his response. "What made you think you're so special?"

"For one," he leaped, in front of her stopping her in her tracks. "You had your tongue down my throat and not his,"

"Touche handsome."

Their lips were sealed together as he pushed her back into the elevator wall, prompting her ample bottom on the railing. He stood between her legs where her trench coat parted pushing himself into her.

She enclosed her legs around his waist and if she could allow it he would already be inside of her. She ran her fingers through his orange locks as he held her bottom to hold her up. By the maker did she want their clothes off and riding him until sunlight.

"Ichigo…" she sighed in his ear as he licked her chin down to her neck "I want you."

"Do you?" He spoke into her lips.

It was a understatement. He wanted to pin her to the bed and destroy her. She was playing with the fire that burned deep within him, a side of him that even he didn't know he had. The elevator stopped on the 6th floor. Without a problem he turn around, still holding her up by her bottom. Playfully he squeezed and she giggled into his neck. "I'm going to have to put you down."

She snapped, biting his earlobe,"Put me down, and I'll end you."

"How else am I suppose to open the door then?"

She licked the side of face before whispering in his ear. "That sounds like your problem."

Challenge accepted.

She wasn't going to make it that easy for him.

He held her up against the door, pushing himself tightly against her. He moved one hand to his pocket grabbing his keys. He tried to see which key it was but she grabbed his face, passionately kissing him. He fiddle with the key for a second but somehow made it in. It was dark but the luminosity of the full moon glowed in his apartment. She kicked the door closed and within seconds, their clothes started coming off.

Ichigo untied her shirt and she lift his above him shortly afterwards. He backed her into the love seat where she gently fell being that he caught her. He kissed her inner thigh as he slid her boots off. And she moaned. He knelt between her legs moving to her shorts where he unbuttoned and slid them off with ease. She wriggled from off the arm of the chair but Ichigo pulled her back to his waist. She moaned, feeling the bulge in his jeans against her.

She laid in front of him in her birthday suit unashamed and wild. He stared down at her wondering if she was just a fantasy. How can such a creature exist. Her hour glass figure begged for him to touch and please her and she was all his. Luck had no part to play in this and he was going to take full advantage.

He hovered over her, watching her bite her lip as she whine her hips against his waist. He buried himself in her breast, licking and sucking on her soft mounds. He felt her wetness seeping through his pants on to his briefs. He didn't know what he was doing but it came natural to him. Her moans resonated through out his apartment and his mind.

Damn Tier. He felt as if his pants were going to rip off his waist how hard he started to get.

She moaned his name as she moved her right hand to between her legs, massaging his bulge until he couldn't take it anymore. He moved back to kneel position, she rose to unbuckled his pants. With the quickness he was freed of the constraints. Standing right before her hard as a rock.

Whoa. She thought to herself. He was a healthy boy after all, so what did she expect.

She stared at him like she did at the bar. Ichigo caught her gaze again. His manhood twitch and she let out a light giggle.

He smirked, "Stop looking at me like that."

She just continued to look at him. Studying his frame even more. As if he was sculpted, he was a masterpiece in body, and face. He was a adonis. "I'm just….admiring you,"

He pushed her back on the couch and she complied. She raised her hands above her head as Ichigo moved to raise her legs. He kissed the back of her legs and then he was leaning forward to kiss her lips. With his free hand he guided him self into her. Her grip tightened on the couch and she whimpered. While his face relaxed, he groaned into her mouth as he pushed all of himself into her.

Oh my goodness. She thought. She tried running but Ichigo held her in place. He was going to take some getting use to but that was okay. It was only for tonight. Slowly he started rocking back and forth. He was a slow and sensual lover with unhurried strokes. The night was still young after all.

He came up for air, whispering into her lips, "Was this your intentions?"

She bit her lip, staring into his brown eyes, her eyebrows furrowed in pleasurable delight answering in a moan, "Mmmhmm"

Ichigo closed his eyes being that the face she was making almost made him climax quick. His strokes started to become aggressive and her moans louder. Her hands moved to his waist as he thrusted further and harder into her. She felt as if he belonged inside of her. He filled her up just right and she didn't want him out.

"Harder!" she whined.

And he obeyed.

He hovered over her now, just watching her as she writhe in the gratification . She arched her back when she felt her self climaxing. Quickly, She then moved her left leg, making them both fall on the floor. She leant forward moving her hips in circular motions. Ichigo tried to place his hands on her until she smacked them away. She raised her self, still riding him as she started feeling on herself. "Don't touch me." She smirked, then raising her head to the ceiling as her hands explored herself.

To hell with that. Ichigo rose up, grabbing her bottom to make her bounce on him. It drove her wild as he liked taking control even when he was the one on the floor. He then laid her down he moved to grab her ankles to flip her over. Laying a sensual kiss on her left cheek, to the middle of her back, up to her left shoulder. She turned her head to her lips surprisingly catching his when he entered her from behind.

She gasp again as she felt a sensation in her stomach to where it traveled throughout her frame."im…..about…to…c-c-c-" she couldn't finished as he felt a gush of her nectar push him out of her. She started to crawl away but Ichigo propped her on her knees. He still didn't get his.

He entered her again and she was wetter than ever. She was still climaxing. He thrusted all of himself into her and she cried in immense pleasure. She then started to take command throwing herself back on to him as he stood still to watch.

This girl is going to be the death of me. Ichigo looked up to see her staring back at him, that same look as she moaned. He felt himself ready to burst. He grabbed her waist again, his rhythmically stroke started to become sporadic and harder than before. She climaxed on him again and just when he was about to burst she moved as she felt the warm substance explode out of Ichigo on to her right cheek.

He didn't care for it as he collapsed on the back of her. She didn't mind it at all. He kissed her shoulder and then her lips. Both their heartbeats thumping erratically.

"I hope I didn't dissapoint." He spoke into the side of her face.

She hummed a laugh,"Not at all honey. It was what I needed." She met his lips again. "Care for round two?"

"What!?"

The air was brisk, street lights still on and the sun barely rising. Aside from the fact that she felt the need to get out of sight this was her favorite time of the day. The world was quiet at this time. Nobody needed her. Conveniently her head phones were in her coat pocket making it just to be her and the music blasting in her ear.

She knew the dangers in the world but she didn't take mixed martial arts classes for nothing. Being proficient in combat as well as strategy was nothing to someone of her background. She needed those kind of skill from where she was raises, being the only girl with four brother and the constant battle of who get the remote first plus being bullied about her background, things ofbthat nature would push one to become such a danger.

However, Tier couldn't believe it. For once she was bad. Despite her innocently biting her finger as she cat walked down the slush covered street, she felt like a little girl stealing a cookie out the cookie jar and got away with it. She lightly twirled taking a quick look at the building she just came out of and where she knew she left a mark on the gorgeous man occupying it.

What have I got myself in too.

She continued her strut with a failed attempt of shaking her mind clear. She had a story she could add to her collection and yet she felt like she wanted more of it, more of the elixir he provided to her soul. As quiet and analytical as she is, she still enjoyed the spontaneous spices of life, one of those is being able to do whatever the hell she want without any constraints.

She had her fair share of putting those before her, but now it's different. She was free.

She was gone. He stared at the empty space next to him, picturing her laying there sound asleep against him. He knew it wasn't a dream. Her scent was still strong in his apartment, as well as a note she left with a kiss on it. Its been a first time in a long time. That he got some kind of action. She left a lasting impression on him and he couldn't contain the smirk that came across his face.

He felt on the silk sheet for her warmth but it was cool, which meant she left way before he was awaken. He wasn't disappointed, he just wouldn't have done it the way she did.

His phone started buzzing and dancing across the coffee table. Reluctant to reach for it, he decided against it and stretched. Only wishing that she wasn't in such a rush to leave. No number to reach her, just the silly note she left next to him. If fate was on his side he would run in to her again. Karakura town was a small town when getting to find someone. Still she didn't look like she was from the town.

He would have recognized her if they went to school together. Hell, even if she lived around the neighborhood he would have grew familiar with her. However she was…exotic.

In the back of his mind Ichigo wanted to see her again. Not that he was opposing the idea, but he would do things rather differently. She piqued an interest. She was sarcastic, funny in a sense and he liked that. Growing curious of her personality, he almost hit himself for not grasping the opportunity in seeing the rest of her. Seeing who she is.

Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…

His cell danced across the table again. Before it fell his hand caught it in time. Still looking to the ceiling with not a care to who was calling, rudely he answered, "…Speaking?"

The raspy voice respond, "Ichigo you bastard."

Grinning, Ichigo immediately wanted to gloat to his best friend how he one uped him still it was something else he needed. "Renji…I need to ask you a favor."

"First, give me the details. How was it? Was she just all show and no play? C'mon!"

"As if I would ever gossip. But I do need you to get in touch with Rukia."

There was a long pause. Ichigo looked at his phone seeing the call timer rising still. "Hello?" he spoke with a questioning eyebrow raised.

"…Why would you even have me do something like that? She will kill me and not only that, she'll throw me to her brother and he will kill me…again."

"So that makes you durable….cant be killed…look you know I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think it wasn't important."

"Hah! Was she that amazing?"

He sat up, shaking his head at how foolish he sounded. "Honestly…I don't even know the words that im saying, but…I just need to know who she is."

Hope you guys enjoyed it. such a long time since i been on here but I will be continuing Spirit of the Ocean. I so miss being on here and i really miss the friends i made on here. XD