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[Danica Jade Caprice]

Her heart sure wasn’t slowing down any. It had stopped and then took off again, stopped, and then took off again. It was going crazy with pain and intolerance; wanting to know what he was thinking and maybe some sort of love. Maybe not love exactly, just extreme like for the moment, which was more than anybody else had gotten from her. The stomach that was boiling down to nothing but acid that had been due to the fact of not eating in awhile, only going on fumes at the moment, flipped in her body, making it feel like it would jump through her esophagus and hop on out onto the floor. It was an intoxicating feeling that seemed completely un-enjoyable, at least in some ways. If this had been a fairy tale, both of them would have not been dark souls of the night, not so reckless, and one of them wouldn’t have been a whore, but perhaps it was a fairy tale, leaning much more to the modern edge of all things. Taking in a deep breath, Dani willed her heart to stop. Why did it have to do this to her? It was certain that he could hear it pounding there in her ribcage. A little bit of a flush popped up over the porcelain flesh of her features. She was so white that it stood out quite well. Even that was embarrassing. How could it be? She’d been in the dunk-tank in the local police station more than once, half-naked on some table somewhere, and high as a kite in a grocery store with the munchies. Leave it to be something almost every human did to make her feel like an idiot.

Unlike her idiocy to Jasper’s actions, he had actually kissed back. Even when she had said that she had felt the same way, he took her face in her hands and kissed her some more. Not wanting to disappoint, she returned the kisses. Some were small, some sloppy, some passionate, and some just to vicious for words, those were the ones that showed the woman for what she was – a beast that had quite the power. Kissing was something she’d done more then once in her life, not even to her own parents either since one was dead and the other one might as well have been, but it had never felt like this. Instinct kicked in that told her to take advantage, put him on his back and just have sex with him right there, but that was the instinct that came into play with other guys. There was something else there, something that kept her at bay. It was fear and respect, not just for her leader, but also for her friend Jasper. Friend. Was that what he was? Would that ever change? The questions rolling around in her head weren’t really noticed, to preoccupied with his lips.

Pulling back, sitting on her haunches, lips being wetted by her tongue, she felt a little awkward, not sure where to look, what part of him she could touch, let alone knowing any of the general functions, like moving or talking. Shit, it was like grade school. Never, though, had she been that bubbly little girl that giggled when the hot jock passed by with a rather dirty comment. She was the one to see his bullshit, knee him in the groin, and then to make out with him under the bleachers. Run! It was everything was telling the girl to do. Run far far away to never come back! It’ll only lead to heartache! No, not Jasper, it was not possible, but why not? Wasn’t he a little bit like her, taking in the essence of fun through sex, drugs, and alcohol? Why would he be any different then the pompous guys she put herself under? Jasper was Jasper; he’d always look like a prince to her no matter what. ”So…I take it you were…please with my response?” Danica’s eyes moved from speck to speck, not straying on his face for too long for fear he might actually see her. It wasn’t too late for him to run.

[Jasper Hale]

The kiss was like something out of a dream or one of those mushy love stories. Jasper was never one for romance. He had sex and moved on. One night stands were his specialities. His recent flings were somewhat questionable in the werewolf world and he hoped that they would never interfere with his day life. At night he was a completely different person, he picked up girls and either ate them or had sex with them or both. He didn't love or care about them. As he kissed her, it felt strange but refreshing. She returned his kisses. Some were so hott that they made him feel like he would spontenously combust. Those were the ones that made him feel comfortable in his own skin. It's not like he was a stranger to kissing or anything, just not this kind.

As she pulled back, Jasper felt the urge to pull her back again. Another urge to pull her untop of him was harder to fight. Dani was different, he didn't know how she would react to his actions. He didn't want to have sex with her, at least he didn't think he did, but that was just his reaction to girls. He bit down on his lower lip to contol himself. He reached out for her because she looked a little awkward. He grabbed her hands and placed them in his own. He smiled a little, still fighting all of his natral instincts to pull her ontop of him or kiss her neck. ”So…I take it you were…please with my response?”

He didnt know what to say to this. Yes he was pleased but he didnt want to open up or show his true colors too soon. That was another instinct he had. Secrets, the story of his life. It had been at least 30 years since he opened up to anyone. He shut out his own family. Why would he let her in so easy? Of course, he only hid his true intentions when he wanted more than one thing or he was undecided. It was so hard to keep things from her. "Yes. I am," he said quietly. "Honestly, I didn't know if you felt the same," he continued. He couldnt't think of any way to not tell her. He figured it was better to tell the truth. What could it hurt? She was Danica, she wouldn't hurt him intentionally, at least that was what he hoped. It was too late anyways, he could not get out of this one.

[Danica Jade Caprice]

What was up with this feeling? It possessed her in a way that nothing had ever had before, except for maybe the desire to hunt down a weak opponent and feast on their flesh. But these feelings seemed a little bit stronger then even that emotion that defined her existence. While it was completely nerve racking, wanting to make sure that every little thing in life made Jasper happy, that he didn’t have to worry about having any bad days, there was a soothing moment where everything seemed to be in the right place; that life was rotating into its right place in time. Maybe it was just a positive sign that life was going to be turning around for the avidly drunk junkie who thought love was only made for movies and romance novels. Yet there it was. It had hit Dani over the head like a steel bar would. Yet, was there anything stopping her from being a downright whore to the subject? Maybe she loved Jasper and all that jazz, but wouldn’t there always be that desire to be abused, to be treated horribly, and to just drink and smoke for a reason to wake up in a bed with a person that meant nothing to her? It was the cycle of her life and who knew if she’d ever be able to quit it, even if there was the love. All the wolf knew how to do was destroy everything in her path, tear it about, rip it to bits, and feel as if it was herself she had torn apart. It was a destructive habit that had formed into a pattern for far too long.

Would she ever be able to look into his eyes longer than a few seconds and not want to look away? It wasn’t that there was disgust towards him, none at all in reality, but she could see herself in his eyes, quite literally, which made her think of how he could love, let alone like, anybody that was as messed up as she. Then again, anybody could have said that Jasper was just like she was, that they’d be two peas in a pod, but never would she be able to equal out the balance between them. He’d always be on a pedestal while she would only think that she deserved to be treated like dirt. Every other girl would be better for him, it would be pointed out avidly from there on out, and there would always be that inkling feeling that he needed better. But there was that selfishness inside of Danica that would want him to stay with her for always. Once those claws dug into anything that they could get into, they didn’t relinquish for anybody. And, as well as that destructive pattern, there was that easy carefree attitude about the woman that said she didn’t care about what anybody else thought and would go where the wind took her. Settling down never seemed probable for someone that had been to more places than the average person, but maybe with Jasper it wouldn’t have to be like that. Then again, he was the alpha after all.

When he said that it pleased him, it felt as if a heavy mountainside was being lifted from her shoulders. He probably had no idea on how happy he had just made her by saying those simple words that help complexity on a whole different level. Jasper had taken her hands and electricity flew through her as she gave them a light squeeze. “For some time now actually. I’m surprised I didn’t knock on your door drunk, crawled into your bed, and spill the whole thing.” There was something she didn’t really want to admit, but there it was out in the open. Sad thing was, it didn’t embarrass her; few things really did anymore. While a new, more modest and happy Dani was present, the original one inside of her wanted nothing more than to touch him all over, to just know that he was there, and the girl did have a sex drive that was factoring into these thoughts. Leaning forward, lips closing over his, her mouth trying not to go into a full blown smirk, she allowed her lips to linger by his. “I just want to do this rest of the night.” The girl always knew how to be frisky.