Kisses And Kerosene

[Savi Siikriiti]

{desc=Julian, Open.}

Clothes

I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...

Do we sit still
Under attack

Or do we start pushing back?

Never back up
Never back down

And Fight!

The words just rolled out of her mouth as the radio in the car blared OTEP's RISE REBEL RESIST. She bobbed her head, leaning over the engine of someones beauuuuuuutiful dark forest green Alfa Romeo. Savi had been rather surprised to find the doors unlocked, she'd even brought her slim jim to break into it. She thought she'd hit the jackpot. For the next few minutes the blond had had half her body hanging out of the driver side door, her feet holding her up as she hotwired the bad boy. A wide grin spread across her lips as it had roared to life. After that she'd simply rolled it on out into the sunlight.

Better lighting for her to see what was beneath the hood.

She'd been checking out the specs ever since. Of course as that hood ad lifted and her body had leaned on in she frowned seeing the 4 cylinder. "Wot?" She frowned to herself. "Wot shet is this?" She said to herself, her Finnish accent thick as ever. She had climbed into the drivers seat, cranking the radio, lighting one of her smokes and taking a drag. At least the music wasn't complete s***. Not exactly Yelawolf or Tech N9ne... But the dude could at least spit. She shut it off however, pulling her ipod from her pockets and plugging it into the aux port.

That's where she got her Otep. Sweet sexy angry Otep. She was looking forward to the concert next weekend. All she needed was a set of wheels. This one could do, despite it's pussy four cylinder engine. Savi cranked the volume up, nodding at the speakers. "Ainakin niiden kaiuttimet eivät Made for pussies" She cackled to herself, pushing that long nearly knee length blond hair over one shoulder. With her tunes rolling and keeping her head bobbing she climbed back out of the car. She glanced back at the open garage door. She would have prefered a muscle car compared to this Backstreet Boy of a ride, but she supposed she couldn't be too picky just yet.

The blond leaned back over the engine, screaming along with the lyrics of one of her favorite metal bands and checking the fluids in this particular car. Mostly because if she was taking it for a joyride she wanted to make sure all the levels were good. All the while, uncaring, she smoked her cancer stick without a care of the flammability. She took a long drag, reaching her arm out to ash in the grass before placing it between her lips and letting it hang as she reached for the rag in her back pocket to wipe at her hands and the cap she placed back over the oil.

||Ainakin niiden kaiuttimet eivät Made for pussies = At least the speakers aren't made for pussies||

[Julian Keller]

Julian closed the door to the Mansion's garage and headed down a couple steps before beginning to walk through the well lit space down the line of cars. He always parked his on the end, near the garage exit. A longer walk to get inside, but a shorter drive to get back outside. This afternoon he was dressed in a pair of dingy jeans with some oil stains on them, a long sleeved light flannel shirt which was completely unbottoned with a simple white t-shirt on underneath, and a pair of simple work boots. Definitely not how he normally dressed, but he was getting ready to do he automotive equivalent of dumpster diving and didn't want to mess up anything nicer.

Reaching the spot where his car was supposed to be Julian was more than surprised to find that it wasn't where he had left it. True, he'd not locked it. Still, that had seemed a pointless precaution in the Mansion garage. Who would steal his car here, even if it was the nicest vehicle in the garage. Slowly he walked outside into the sunshine to look for the car, it seemed like a long shot but maybe it hadn't gone too far yet.

Indeed it hadn't.

In fact the hood was popped and the most abominable noise was blaring from the stereo. And, of course, there was someone bent over fiddling around under the hood of his car. The spoiled teen's lip curled in anger at the sight and his eyes flashed green as telekinetic power seeped into his hands. He was going to teach this guy a lesson.

When he had covered about half of the distance between himself and his car he suddenly stopped. That wasn't a he, that was a she. She had stood up and the hair had made it obvious. Even a guy with long hair didn't have hair like that. This called for an altogether different response. Altogether different indeed. Still, being ready with a shield would be a good idea for after the girl was punished for messing with his ride without permission.

Slowly he approached, making as little noise as possible. Once he was right up behind the woman, who was still bent over and rummaging around under the hood Julian considered his options. The obvious was too good to resist.

"So, sweet cheeks," he said in a serious tone, smacking the girl's rump with his right hand as he spoke, "mind tellin' me how my ride got out here?" Not bothering to move his hand at all he gave the teen a squeeze. Not bad, not bad at all. USDA grade A choice meat. "And explaining what you're doing under my hood?"

[Savi Siikriiti]

Savi was enjoying herself quite fully. She was well leaned into the car to see this stranger creeping up on her. Nor did she have a chance of hearing him as the radio was still blaring OTEP. She leaned back at the worse possible moment as someones hand slapped firmly against her rump, making no move to let go either. Of course this was also when the music shifted to the softest song on the album she was playing. Ur a WMN Now. Savi didn't usually jump at anything, nor did she ever; EVER, drop a perfectly good smoke. The girl didn't frighten easily. But then again no one had the balls to randomly slap, and grab, her ass. She backed up a bit more, careful not to hit her head on the hood of apparently his car. She turned, knocking his hand away from her perfectly rounded arse and sent a fist flying towards his smug face.

She was, obviously, stopped by the shield he'd erected for good reason. Her fist collided with it and she scowled at him. Her other fist followed pursuit and she could give a s*** less if it collided with his face or not. Savi clenched her teeth, doing her best not to turn him into a living bomb. Sometimes her temper had a negative effect on the objects, and people around her. Her arms came down, her fists still clenched tightly. One finger came up as she ranted at him in Finnish, "Jos olet koskaan kosketa my ass uudelleen, et f***ing s*** kanan bitch, syy tulee olemaan voit syödä niitä!!" She put two fingers to her throat spread apart to demonstrate her snipping his windpipe.

The blond bombshell, literally bombshell, moved to shove him back away from her. She picked up her still lit cigarette from the grass and put it back between her lips. She climbed into the open car door, pulling her leather jacket out of the driver seat and onto her shoulders before yanking the ipod from the aux. The sudden silence that erupted around them was near startling. She glared at the new face, p**ed that her fun day of joyriding was foiled. "Knew I should hev taken it to da shtreets." She barked to herself, her Finnish accent thick as she mumbled.

The foreign teen took a long drag from her smoke standing up and slamming the car door with no ounce of accidental force. He was lucky the window hadn't shattered. She held the smoke between her fingers, pointing at him. "Pusshy engine. Wot kind off man is caught dead wiff a four shylinder." She shook her head tsking. "Pusshy." She scoffed to herself, thinking to make her getaway.

||Jos olet koskaan kosketa my ass uudelleen, et f***ing s*** kanan bitch, syy tulee olemaan voit syödä niitä!! == If you ever touch my ass you fucking chicken shit bitch, I'll cut off your hands and make you eat them.||

[Julian Keller]

"Jos olet koskaan kosketa my ass uudelleen, et f***ing s*** kanan bitch, syy tulee olemaan voit syödä niitä!!"

Julian held up a glowing green hand as the blonde swung on him. He wasn't concerned in the least, she couldn't punch through the shield he had put in place and she was pretty damn cute when she was angry. Instead he allowed his gaze to linger on her chest. The shirt was perfect with cutouts in exactly the right places, and he could see a bra with fingers attached to it seemed to be her chosen garment for that day, too bad she'd remembered to wear one. Nothing was ever perfect, though the blonde's rear sure was damn close.

"Castrate, no," Julian said smugly, a smirk played across his lips, incorrectly translating the gibberish that was coming out of her mouth. "But I could be talked into letting you handle things, if you catch my drift," he said, tossing off a wink in the blonde's direction and patting her cheek lightly with a green hand as he settled his other hand on her hip.

He let himself be pushed back a bit when she shoved him, but only because he wanted to. Let her get a little confidence, then crush that confidence. She was so upset she was talking to herself, if you could call that heavily accented English talking. When she bent over to get into the car and grab her jacket he reached out with his telekinetic powers and gave Savi's rump another solid smack and squeeze, holding out a green glowing hand so she'd know exactly what had happened.

"Pusshy engine. Wot kind off man is caught dead wiff a four shylinder. Pusshy."

"No shit, babe," Julian replied, brushing off the verbal barb. "Haven't had a chance to go engine shopping yet at a boneyard. Getting a V6 in my new toy will be a custom build job. I'm thinking you know about engines," he continued, lowering his tone.

Reaching out with two green glowing hands he used his abilities to pull the blonde into his arms which he then slipped around her waist. "Feel like taggin' along," he asked, looking down at Savi and allowing his hand to, once again, grab her butt. Smirking, he leaned forward and kissed her before she could stop him. After a second or two he broke the kiss and pulled back.

"Well, Sweet Cheeks, what do ya say? Shopping for engine parts? Two minds are better than one," he said, kissing her a second time and giving her rump another firm squeeze.

[Savi Siikriiti]

Savi ignored that little dig on handling things. She had no interest. Especially not in this backstreet boy. She had turned to glare at him as he used his powers to once again grope her. By the time she was walking away she was smoking furiously and fuming with rage. She seriously needed to go let off some steam. Otherwise the school wasn't safe. No one was. They'd have quite a mess on their hands. When everything around you could vibrate into a bomb.. well. being angry wasn't good.

And Savi was always angry.

"Haven't had a chance to go engine shopping yet at a boneyard. Getting a V6 in my new toy will be a custom build job. I'm thinking you know about engines,"

Of course a part of her knew that this wasn't over, and when her body floated towards his she wasn't even surprised. She scowled at him, moving to push him away. He slipped those hands around her waist and snarled like a wild animal in a cage. She was only angrier as his hand ran over her rump, squeezing. Those fingers were getting on her nerves. She needed a brick, because smashing them was looking mighty appealing.

"Feel like taggin' along,"

"Fuck off, Backshtreet." She snapped coldly. But that was all she managed to get out as his lips collided with hers. Her eyes lit up with rage when an idea clicked into place. If she played along would his shields drop? She decided to test it out. Savi 'melted' against him for a moment, kissing him back as she would one of the actual men she played with behind closed doors. She enjoyed it for a moment, and immediately regretted her decision when he pulled back.

"Well, Sweet Cheeks, what do ya say? Shopping for engine parts? Two minds are better than one,"

His lips collided with hers once more and she played into his game. Savi took it a bit further. She pushed him to his car, his back against it. She bit his lip roughly before groaning in his ear. "Screw da shoppink. How'sh da backseat?" She purred. After a few moments of play Savi let her hand trail over his chest before pulling away with a wicked grin and slamming her fist through his driver-side window. The leather gloves kept most of her safe, but she did hiss in enjoyment as a sliver of glass slid across her fingers when she pulled her hand back.

She licked the slightly deep cut a moment, hiding the pure satisfaction of the stinging pain. Pain was the only thing that made sense to Savi. Pain and causing pain. The rest was just fodder.

She stepped back from him, giving him a daring smirk. "Ko play wiff your barbies Backshtreet." She cackled, once again turning to leave.

[Julian Keller]

Julian was right, she was a little hellcat, that was clear when she roughly bit his lip, and apparently talking about engines got her hot under the hood. If that bite was any indication she was also, apparently, turned on by pain. A playful nip was one thing, but she'd basically bit him. If that was what she wanted, Julian would be happy to oblige. He allowed himself to be pushed backwards by the blonde, swatting her rump yet again though this time in a manner that was meant to be just a little bit painful. When his back pushed up against the car he slid a hand to her chest and gave a rough squeeze, his other arm around her waist.

'I knew I could make this little kitten purr,' he thought to himself as he hand trailed over his chest. He was on the verge of dropping the telekinetic shields, sure that he was the supreme Casanova when the blonde said...

"Screw da shoppink. How'sh da backseat?"

The Alfa Romeo didn't have a backseat. One of its few drawbacks, really. She was trying to play him. Those shields would stay right where they were.

"Nice try," he said in a low tone, lips near her ear as he snugged her hips a bit closer to his, "but my car doesn't have a backseat... still, I love it when they play hard to get."

And then she pulled back and put her fist through the driver's side window. In truth, he supposed that was to be expected. She couldn't hit him, so she'd do a little property damage. All was fair in love and war, as the saying went. Didn't mean he had to be happy about it though. A little more telekinetic power seeped in and his eyes began to glow green.

"Ko play wiff your barbies Backshtreet."

"I already am," Julian replied in a low-tone as she turned to leave. He let her get a few feet off and then, with a lot of concentration, he managed enough fine control of his powers to snag the back strap of the blonde's bra. Wiggling his fingers he pulled back on the strap as far as possible without breaking it while he gave her rump another hard swat with his telekinesis. There was little that was playful in that swat.

Then he reeled her back in with his powers again and let go of the strap so it would snap against her back. It was almost like fishing.

"You're a little hellcat," he said softly when they were, once again, nose to nose. "I like that," he continued, settling his hands on her hips. "But, you also broke my toy... and there are consequences for that."

[Savi Siikriiti]

Savi was walking faster, her boots crushing the green grass as she stomped. This was ridiculous, this dude seriously thought he could just slap her ass and get some? Savi didn't work like that. She wasn't some bimbo who gets wet as soon as she sees a nice car. Well... That depended on the car. And it was for different reasons. Other girls flipped out because it meant money. Savi flipped out because she wanted to take it apart and sleep with the exhaust pipes... If you know what I mean. She was finished with her smoke, regrettably, and tossed the butt into the grass. God she needed some weed. And she needed some bad. It was the only way to have a halfway chill Savi. If she was expected to go to school with that asshat here and not blow things up they needed to have a friggin dealer on campus. STAT.

Savi paused a moment feeling her bra move. She glanced over her shoulder, not liking where this was going. That was when that painful slap on the ass stung her from her head to her toes. The blond kept her face turned away from him, her fists clenching tightly and she bit down on her own lip to keep that hiss of pleasure from escaping.

Then that damn bra snap.

She couldn't stop it. Her mouth parted and she took in a heavy amount of air, a sound escaping her before she could stop it. Her chest thrust forward with the sting and she clenched her teeth together once more. That was just not fair. That was completely unfair. How the hell had he gathered that? She hadn't given a damn thing away when she'd sliced her finger. Was he a f***ing telepath too? She scowled as they stared at each other nose and nose. "You cannot take hint." She barked, her accent growing more and more thick with anger.

"You're a little hellcat, I like that. But, you also broke my toy... and there are consequences for that."

"I'll break more than your toy if you don't shtop this." She hissed darkly, those sunburst eyes glaring at him with utter contempt. She was turned on. Dear lord was she turned on, but that didn't mean she was going to fall all over him. Savi initiated the fun. Those were the rules. Those were her rules, and this cocky little rich boy wasn't going to change that about her.

Savi's sunburst eyes glared darkly into his. She was furious, her body shaking with the rage; among other things. She didn't want him per say, but she was definitely going to go prowl her corners of NYC. Well.. maybe, he'd taken the wheels she'd planned to snag. Moving before he could think she swept his legs, her hand grabbing his throat and following him down. She rode his momentum, straddling him as she slammed his head down against the ground. "Fuck. Off." She hissed darkly. She motioned to herself, grinding her hips into his. "This? This will never be yours." She vowed. "You couldn't handle anyway. Can't even take punch." She shook her head, her hand sliding up to grip his face roughly be his cheeks. "Wimp of man. Little boy."

Savi shoved his head into the ground once more, moving to stand. "Ko back to deh suburbs, Ken doll. Deh barbie bimbos are cryink for their manwhore." She said scoffing to herself.

[Julian Keller]

"I'll break more than your toy if you don't shtop this."

"Sticks and stones, Sweet Cheeks," Julian said in a low-tone. He could tell that he was getting to her in just exactly the way he wanted and, if he got what he wanted in the end... well, replacing a car window was a small price to pay. Holding her close with a combination of his own hands and his powers he dug green glowing fingers into her hips and smirked.

"Now, come to daddy," he said in a low tone before darting out and kissing her hard on the mouth again. This time he also went ahead and bit her lip back in the same manner she had bit him earlier, only harder. The illustrated woman needed to know who was in charge of this show. The blonde was so turned on that she was shaking, a fact which Julian certainly didn't miss.

"f***. Off. This? This will never be yours. You couldn't handle anyway. Can't even take punch. Wimp of man. Little boy."

He was more focused on the blonde's hips and chest and mouth and, as a result, didn't react fast enough to her leg sweep. He thudded to the ground harder than he would have liked, but now the blonde was right where he wanted her. More or less, grinding her hips against his. Not Julian's preferred set-up, being on the ground with her hand at his throat, but he'd take it.

As far as Julian was concerned, this was simply a little bit of aggressive flirting, a game that two could play.

"I've taken more than a punch, Sweet Cheeks," he shot back at the blonde. "And I give as good as I get..." He suited action to words by using one hand to grab the offending wrist while the other found purchase on the blonde's chest. Nimble fingers expertly found a sensitive spot and then pinched. And twisted. Then slid to the middle of her chest, secured the bra strap and pulled her down.

"Ko back to deh suburbs, Ken doll. Deh barbie bimbos are cryink for their manwhore."

"I'm fine right here,' Julian said, shrugging off the rough treatment. Not quite, perhaps, what he normally went in for but she was so hot and he did so love a challenge. Broken car window or not this was turning out to be a most amusing and interesting afternoon.

As she tried to get up he used his powers to hold her in place and, smirking, delivered another sharp telekinetic swat to her rear in the process as he smirked up at her. "If a punch will get me where I want to go... take your best shot Sweet Cheeks," he said, looking the blonde right in the eye.

In a flash he'd reached up and wrapped a hand around her neck while the other found the bra strap again. He pulled her down roughly until they were, once again, almost nose to nose. In the process his eyes darted to the partially concealed tattoos across her chest. He'd love to see more of that ink.

"Go ahead... hit me!" He released his grip on Savi, placed a hand on her hip and rolled hard. Coming out on top Julian slammed the girl down roughly against the drive-way, one hand in the middle of her chest to hold her down. "Hit me, if you dare!"

[Savi Siikriiti]

He seriously just would not give it a rest. Which meant Savi was only getting angrier. He dug those fingers into her hips and she clenched her jaw so tightly she feared it would snap in half. He smashed his mouth against hers, roughing her up. She didn't fight it, let him have his taste. Let him sample what he wasn't ever going to get. And then they were on the ground and her hand held his throat firmly. Her other fist came down next to his head, wishing she could wipe that smirk off of his face. His hand gripped her wrist, relieving the pressure she assumed, but his other hand moved before she could knock it away. That bite of pain sent her eyes closed and her head back a moment. Her hips ground into his once more out of her reaction and she scowled.

He yanked her down by her bra and she was losing her temper. She could already feel the molecules around them shimmering, the grass would show sparks lazily jumping. She could ignite the air if she wanted to, but Savi had no desire to roast herself. Or even him. She just wanted to smash his face in pretty good and leave him crying on the ground. She moved to get off of him but his damn telekinetic powers, and his own grip, held her in place. This was becoming a real pain in the ass. Maybe she would fry him. No sweat off her back, one less rich kid to deal with in this already posh environment.

It only made her miss Helsinki even more.

He also delivered another painful swat to her ass. That hand around his throat tightened, her nails digging into flesh. But in the same process a hiss escaped her lips. He pulled her down even further, their noses nearly touching. Which meant he could feel her heavy breathing. He would assume it was because she was turned on, which wasn't altogether untrue, but mostly it was a sign she was bordering on control. And fury, lots of fury. The colors of her eyes became more and more prominent as she grew even angrier. Had he known her better he'd understand that meant big booms were about to happen.

But he didn't.

Taking it even farther he offered her that punch she so desired but forced her onto her back. Savi was not pleased, but she did 'dare to hit him'. Savi growled up at him, her fist shooting up from between his arms. It collided with his nose. It was just a quick jab, enough to cause pain, but mostly to stun him. In the next few second she pulled that fist back and swung it with full force against his jaw for a second punch. That one would hurt, that was for damn sure. If it didn't knock him on his ass she'd be impressed.

Maybe.

Probably not.

Savi, however, got a bit carried away. Her other hand snaked behind his head, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking his head back hard. With his exposed neck she lifted up, not caring that the hand held firmly against her chest would dig in. In fact she planned on it to do so. Regardless her mouth met that exposed throat like a rabid animal. Her teeth met that sensitive flesh and she bit down, hard. Hard enough to leave a mark and had her own roar of enjoyment not woken her up she might have drawn blood. Violence was just a turn on for the blond, sometimes her body reacted when she didn't want to.

She yanked his hair hard once more, pulling her mouth from his neck and tried to roll him off of her so she could make her escape.

Maybe a fire would get him to leave her alone.

Savi's eyes glared at his car. She wanted that stupid 4 cylinder wimpmobile to explode and blow to pieces. However she didn't think Jean would be too pleased with that kind of mess. So instead she tried to focus on just setting the interior on fire and roasting the expensive car. She attempted to punch him again, wriggling free of his grasp. She got to her feet quick as a cat and ran towards the car, feeling the molecules vibrate in response.

Savi grinned turning to face him.

"Fuck you. Fuck your car. Leave me alone!" She hissed darkly, her accent making it hard to understand. She winked at him simultaneously igniting the fuse if you will. The molecules wooshed to life, but instead of simply setting the inside on fire and being quite the beautiful bonfire it grew larger. Savi had ten seconds to realize she'd just turned that car into a fully loaded bomb. And they were both in the blast zone.

"Shit." She whispered to herself.

BOOM!!

[Julian Keller]

Julian's head barely moved when the blonde jabbed him in the nose. "That's it Sweet Cheeks," Julian asked, grinning down at the blonde as he sat between her legs and pinned her down. "You hit like a..."

The second blow made the dark-haired teen see stars for a minute. He rocked back, the pressure on Savi easing for a moment and he felt something give in his jaw. He wiggled it for a moment and realized she'd managed to dislocate it.

Little minx.

Julian shook his head a couple of times to clear the cobwebs. He'd taken a few hits to the head before, including a line drive off an aluminum bat a few years back. Those had been worse, but the blonde still packed a mean right hook.

"Sadisfied, Sweed Cheeks," Julian asked, looking down at the blonde and smirking in a very crooked manner thanks to his jaw being dislocated. The next thing he knew she had yanked his head back and bit him hard on the throat. He retaliated by grabbing two handfuls of her chest and squeezing equally hard, trying to press her back to the ground.

Being focused as he was, and contending with the pain in his jaw he was again too slow to react as the blonde knocked him from his perch. He flopped onto his side and watched as the blonde foreigner flounced playfully away. She certainly had a pleasant spring in her step.

"f*** you. f*** your car. Leave me alone!"

"Shid," Julian swore, a radiant green glow erupting from his hands and eyes. In an instant he'd used his powers to shove himself to his feet. The blonde hellcat was a ticking time bomb! On the one hand, that made her even more irresistible. Danger could be fun, after all. On the other, it was worrisome because she had, after all, just blown up his new car. Of course, that's what mutant coverage on an insurance policy was for.

Reaching out with his telekinesis he wrapped a telekinetic fist around her and yanked back, hard. At the same time he threw up a telekinetic barrier around the car to buy himself a few extra seconds to get Savi out of the way. As noted in The Princess Bride there was a shortage of perfect breasts in the world and it would have been a shame to ruin hers.

With a grunt he yanked back on the telekinetic fist that was wrapped around Savi and flung her away from the car. She flew at a height of about five feet off the ground for about fifty feet before crashing back to the ground. Julian would have been more gentle, if only just, and spared a glance in her direction but there were more important things to worry about at the moment.

Throwing both hands into the barrier around the car, Julian advanced slowly getting closer and closer and working to contain the blast so that no damage would be done to the school. Or him. He would have gotten out of the way, but that wasn't an option given the roiling mass of exploding car. He'd have had to drop the barrier to levitate away and he was too close for that.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he was quite aware that he was sweating through his clothing as well. "Damn dat womand for newdering me," he grunted, cursing Jean Grey's mental blocks on his powers.

Slowly he tried to open a hole in the top of the barrier to allow the energy out. Some began to leak out, but the focus required was too great. The barrier weakened in the direction facing Julian.

"Shid!" He managed to throw up another partial barrier to protect himself from the absolute worst of the blast. But, his clothing was still shredded as he was launched backwards. He landed awkwardly on his leg, spraining a knee and rolled several times before skidding to a stop next to Savi.

Grunting, and very angry, he somehow managed to get to his feet. Grabbing the blonde by the front of her shirt and bra, and not caring if he also grabbed a handful of flesh, he hauled her roughly to her feet, using his powers and own strength.

"You owe me, Sweed Cheeks, I just sabed your life! I intend to collect dat debd too," he snarled in her face, then pulled her close and kissed her hard, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. Not caring that he was cut up and bleeding badly from a few places, including a couple of gashes in his face and chest that would require stitches, Julian threw an arm around the blonde's shoulders and clamped her tight to his side.

"This wads all an adsident, dad's our story and we're stidking to id," he said, pointing the way back into the garage. "Now, led's go."

[Savi Siikriiti]

"Sadisfied, Sweed Cheeks,"

Even though she could definitely tell she'd given him a damn good hook it was so not enough. Not even close, but it'd do for now. However when she'd set that car to blow it had been incredibly satisfying. Of course that was until she realized that she might be blown to bits in a few seconds. Her aggressor, and the reason his car was now a hunk of burning metal, actually managed to save her ass. That telekinetic hand reached out and flung her backwards. She lifted into the air and for a moment she watched her creation take life and breath flame. It brought a smile to her face.

Then she hit the ground.

Savi likes pain. A lot. But there were times when it was not welcome. This was one of those times. Her back, rump, and head smashed against the ground and for a moment the breath left her body. She struggled to take in air and after a few moments she rolled onto her stomach and gulped in oxygen. She glanced behind her watching Julian try to contain her mess. She thought about just bolting then, letting him deal with the aftermath. He was rich, he could simply "donate" some money to keep himself in their good graces. But Savi? No. If they sent Savi back home she was eternally doomed to end up in prison.

Probably cured.

The blond was incredibly afraid of that notion, it was why she'd come to Xaviers in the first place. A cage was her worst fear. She couldn't handle it. Juvi had been bad enough. She was halfway trying to stand when he skidded next to her. She lifted her arm and pushed herself back over to keep him from kicking her elbow inwards and snapping her arm in half. Savi huffed, moving to get up once more, but somehow even wounded he'd managed to stand up first. He reached for the front of her shirt, snagging her bra and dragging his hand across a delicate area of flesh.

"You owe me, Sweed Cheeks, I just sabed your life! I intend to collect dat debd too,"

Savi scowled at him, her hands coming up to put some space in between them. But as she pulled away he held her still and crushed his mouth to hers. His teeth mauled at her lips and she could taste her own blood. She reeled back, wishing she could smash his face in a second time. "My name is SAVI. I don't owe you shit! It's your damn fault that you couldn't take no for an anshwer." She barked, finally sick of being called Sweet Cheeks. She slammed her fist against his chest, once, twice and tried to push him away.

"Fucking telekineettisillä supervoimilla näkyvät toisaalta vääristelty keynesiläisyys." She snapped at him.

[[Fucking telekinetic superpowered bastard.]]

[Julian Keller]

"My name is SAVI. I don't owe you s***! It's your damn fault that you couldn't take no for an anshwer. F***ing telekineettisillä supervoimilla näkyvät toisaalta vääristelty keynesiläisyys."

"Sdicks and sdones, Savi love," Julian replied, flashing an angry lopsided toothy grin at the blonde. He winced when she popped him in the chest, but he used his gifts to keep her from escaping. After all, he haqd to get down to the sickbay to get patched up after this little adventure, and they both needed to come up with their version of events. It would never do if they had two different versions of the story.

"And I don'd speag gobbldy good, or wadever dad is," the teenager continued, draping his arm around Savi's shoulders and pulling her tight against his side. She wasn't going anywhere, at least not until she'd started on paying off that debt of hers.

"You owe me plendy," Julian declared loudly, moving back into the garage and dragging Savi with him. "I god you, you blew up car... we're square. I sabed your life, you owe me for dad, Sweed Cheeks," he continued, jabbing her in the chest with a finger a couple of times to make his point.

"You can sdard on dad debd by helping me ged do da medical area," he rambled on, continuing to drag the blonde through the garage. Of course, she was going to come whether she wanted to or not. His telekinesis would make sure of that.

"On a more pradical lebel we need do figure owd wad da sdory is... id will nod work if we hab differend sdories when quesdioned," he said, arching a dark eyebrow at the blonde. She had the look and attitude of someone that had been in trouble before, a lot, obviously this was something that she should know.