So, How's That Punishment Thing Goin' (Wicked)

[Julian Keller]

Julian lounged in one of the televisions in one of the multiple living rooms in the Mansion that were available for the use of the students and residents. He had thrown his bare feet up onto one of the brown leather couches he had appropriated, in its entirety, for his personal use. A soda bottle sat on a coaster on a nearby table, within easy reach, sweating as it slowly warmed up to room temperature. In his hands he held the television remote and, on the television, the Dodgers game was one.

Life was pretty good, pretty good indeed.

The only thing that could make it better would be if there was a girl there on the couch with him. Preferably one that was scantily clad. Allowing him to explore with his hands under a blanket, while the game was on. And, of course, after the game who knew what manner of trouble they could get into out on the grounds. The night was still young. He'd find someone, or else he'd find some other way to spend his time.

Speak of the devil. Figuratively and literally.

Julian glanced away from the game as a familiar blue-haired girl went stomping by. Exactly what it was that she was wearing, he hadn't been able to see. Still, she always wore such... amusing clothing. Such provocative clothing. Dolly's clothing choices were something that the teen could really get behind... or in front of.

"Hey Dolly," he called out playfully, not bothering to get up and follow her. She'd come floating right back, he was sure. "Not going to stop and say hello," he continued, calling after her as she scooched over a bit on the couch to make sure there would be room for her when she returned.

[Wicked]

Speak of the devil indeed. Dolly was angry enough to be considered as such. She had actually had a wonderful day, full of marijuana and sex, but it had horrible repercussions. Mostly due to her attire... or lack thereof.

She had finally been released from that red headed bitches office and let alone by that accursed bird brain and all she wanted to do was shower and go to bed.

This really solidified her hatred of this place, all she wanted right now was to get out. It was the better of two evils but the second she was legally able to, she would leave. She didn't need people telling her how to dress, how to act, how to control her powers. Nobody had been able to help her so far anyway. She had no interest in what this school had to offer, no real ties to any of the people here. Nothing was keeping her here except for the foster care system.

Just to improve the quality of her night, as she was passing the commons she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

Well fuck.

Still wearing the black blouse Jean had given her, unbuttoned down the front, revealing her still bare midriff and short skirt, that clearly stank of marijuana, she turned to face Julian, a clearly grouchy look on her face.

Dolly was pissed off.

"After the day I've had,

[/b]" she giggled, clearly already having had just about enough of her day, "I can't help but to wonder... what... the fuck... it is that you could possibly want with me... right now...[/b]" She paused a moment, looking at him inquisitively, throwing her hands out just slightly as if to say 'what gives?'

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?[/b]" she yelled shortly. It was clear that she was already quite riled, and it wouldn't take much more to make her completely irate.

It could be a good thing for him though, he seemed to like getting under people's skin and it would be easier than ever to get under Dolly's skin right now.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

"After the day I've had... I can't help but to wonder... what... the f***... it is that you could possibly want with me... right now..."

Julian watched and enjoyed the generous view of Dolly as she whirled to face him so fast that the unbuttoned blouse billowed open. He smirked over the top of the couch at Dolly as she started half-way reaming him out. What it was that he had done that could have possibly made her mad was quite beyond his capability to comprehend. If only she'd throw her shoulders back a bit more her frustrated look out have been perfect. Still, for the time being he remained silent, just to see what she'd do next.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?"

Julian extended a green glowing hand in Dolly's direction and plucked the girl from the ground. In a flash he had levitated her over to the couch and settled her in next to him. He took a moment to admire the view and appreciate the fact that certain garments apparently weren't the order of the day for Dolly, then he settled on draping an arm possessively over her midriff.

"I think you know perfectly well what I want," he purred in a silky tone, looking into her eyes and teasing her stomach. He sniffed and then made a face. Something smelled rank. He buried his face in Dolly's chest for a moment.

"Blue, you need a shower," he said, looking up and resting his chin on Dolly for a second before rolling over her and dropping cat-like to the floor and then standing up. "Lucky for you, I'm volunteering to help you get dirtily clean... or cleanly dirty... take your pick," he said, leaning over and pressing his mouth to Dolly's before scooping her up in his arms.

"Shall we," he asked in a low, rakish, tone arching an eyebrow saucily at the girl in his arms. Not waiting for a response he began to carry her off. This was more important than baseball, he could always catch the highlights on Sportscenter.

[Wicked]

Sure, Dolly knew what he was after, she had an idea, and on any normal day, she wouldn't have been opposed to it. Or to him touching her. The sports though, she would ALWAYS be opposed to that.

Dolly fucking hated sports.

She went limp as he used his telekinesis to drag her toward the couch, knowing full well there was nothing she could do to stop him. Her face just fell. She was clearly not enthused. Her quite clear attitude of 'rusrs?' was continuing, and was plainly written on her face. Aaalllll over her face.

She was not in the mood for this game.

"Nnoooo shit.

[/b]" she said in response to his pointing out she needed a shower. What the fuck did he think she was just on her way up to do? Aside from ditch her stash. She really needed to ditch her stash. He went on to offer to do her in the shower, of course. Why wouldn't he have? And when he kissed her, she didn't move. Not at all.

When he picked her up, she was still playing limp, and he went on to continue trying to 'woo' her, as it were, and she just couldn't take it anymore.

The cuddling, the territorial touching, the teasing, the propositions for sex, all of it. It grated on her nerves like nothing she'd ever known.

Dolly was angry, very, very angry, and when Dolly was angry...

The arm that hung limply away from his body began to tense, her fist tightening and, almost without warning, she swung it and punched him square in the nose. This wasn't a love tap like last time, this was not something that was meant to provoke him any further, even though it probably would, this was meant to get him to drop her.

Even though he'd apparently already discovered that she was, indeed, not wearing any panties.

It worked, she fell to the floor with a hard 'thud' and stood up to straighten out her skirt and shirt, not even looking at all impressed with herself.

"I have been fucked, both literally and figuratively today,[/b]" she said in a semi-quiet tone. "In fact, so much so, that I could probably do without any further fucking... which is a real accomplishment, if I might say so myself... Now... I need a goddamn shower.[/b]"

Dolly turned to leave, knowing full well that he wasn't about to let her off that easy. Especially since she'd hit him like that.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

"I have been fucked, both literally and figuratively today. In fact, so much so, that I could probably do without any further fucking... which is a real accomplishment, if I might say so myself... Now... I need a goddamn shower."

Julian was so surprised when Dolly popped him in the nose that he actually dropped her. He expected that kind of treatment from Savi, of course. The blonde liked to give him a good chase with some violence thrown in. Obviously. Dolly, on the other hand, wasn't one to play these kinds of games.

Not that Julian minded all that much if she wanted to play them.

Especially when she wasn't wearing panties.

Or a bra.

"Now, now Baby Blue," Julian purred, slipping his arms around Dolly's waist and pulling her back against him. "I'm just offering to help you... what are friends for," he asked in a silky tone in her ear before nipping playfully at her neck and settling his hands down around her hips.

"Who else can wash that little spot in the middle of your back?"

[Wicked]

"A nutless monkey,

[/b]" was Dolly's rather abrupt response to his last question. "Or a loofah. Or me. I'm quite flexible. But you already know that.[/b]"

Dolly bent over to pick up the purse she'd dropped after being dropped herself, pressing back into him slightly just to tease him. When she stood, she tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned back into his embrace, rolling her head back onto his shoulder and turning to nip his cheek. Her entire body responded to his every touch, though it wasn't really working for her at the moment, she had every appearance of being very turned on.

As his hands settled on her hips, she licked his jawline right up to his earlobe, craning her neck to whisper, "I've had a man inside me most of today, pretty boy. Not sure you would do the trick.[/b]" With that, she jabbed him hard in the ribs with her elbow and turned to face him, fury plain on her face. "Don't you EVER fucking call me Baby Blue again.[/b]"

Once more, she turned to walk away from him, unsure of whether he would bother following her or try to stop her again. There were things she needed to take care of and he would just be slowing her down. [/blockquote][/justify]

[Julian Keller]

"A nutless monkey. Or a loofah. Or me. I'm quite flexible. But you already know that."

"Yes, I do," Julian replied, nipping at Dolly's ear with his teeth. "I think we both know two is much more fun," he continued, playing his hands over Dolly's hips just before she stopped to pick up her purse, at which point he couldn't resist swatting her rump before pulling her back into his arms after she had secured the purse.

"I've had a man inside me most of today, pretty boy. Not sure you would do the trick. Don't you EVER fucking call me Baby Blue again."

Julian stood there for a moment as she flounced off. Then it all sank in. Wait a minute...

WAIT A MINUTE!

NO, NO, NO!

NO ONE PLAYED WITH HIS TOYS EXCEPT HIM!

"Hang on there, Blue," he said in a low tone, reaching out a green glowing hand and yanking the girl to a stop and then turning her around so she was facing him. "What do you mean 'had a man inside you'," he asked in that same low tone, eyes narrowing at Dolly.

"Did someone else play with one of my toys? No one plays with my toys except me!" Nevermind the fact that he was constantly hitting on, and trying to sleep with, everything that moved. That did not give any of his toys, like Dolly the only one he'd actually managed to score with, permission to run around and do as they wished.

[Wicked]

"Hang on there, Blue," Dolly heard the words and started to feel the tug of the telekinesis holding her in place. Snickering silently to herself, a twisted smile taking place of the previous scowl. She was amused. Finally, some kind of emotional reaction from him.

"What do you mean 'had a man inside you'?"

"What do you think it means, Julian?

[/b]" she chortled, her voice low and seductive. If there was anything she loved, anything at all, it was getting a reaction out of people.

"Did someone else play with one of my toys? No one plays with my toys except me!"

Her smile only widened as his fury grew. This was worth it. This was well, well worth it. Her chest was positively swelling with anticipation, she was anxious and excited and waiting for the rest of his reaction, because she knew, and had well accepted the fact that there was nothing she could do about it. And at this point, she was game.

She giggled.

She smiled.

She teased.

She taunted.

"Something wrong?[/b]"

She laughed.

"Did I upset you, pretty boy?[/b]"

She laughed.

She moved her head the tiny bit she was allowed with being held by Julian's powers, leaning her face closer to his and dropping her voice low and seductive again. "Care to prove me wrong, pretty boy?[/b]"

There really was nothing she loved more than getting a reaction out of somebody. Julian in specific. But she'd learned how to do it, she knew how to get his blood boiling now. After him inspiring such an emotional reaction from her after their first rendezvous, and not reacting at all to her repeated attempts to stave him off, this was actually working for her.

Lucky him.

"Or does it bother you taking somebody else's sloppy seconds?[/b]"

More chortled laughter. It was clear what she was trying to do, but she still hoped it was working.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

"Hardly," Julian replied tersely, starting up the stairs and hauling Dolly along for the ride using his powers. In truth, he was more bothered by the fact that she was ahead of him in the numbers game than he was by her having gone and been with someone else. But, thee was no mistaking the fact that, he was also greatly displeased with what she had done.

In their partnership he was the senior partner, she was the junior one.

Obviously, that was a lesson she needed to be taught.

Or, at least, to have reinforced.

No matter, she'd figure it all out soon enough.

Julian trooped up the stairs, his green glowing hands directing Dolly behind him. In a matter of moments he had led her into a bathroom and closed the door. When they were done he'd simply put back on what he was wearing now, he didn't honestly care if Dolly had a change of clothes or not.

Using his powers he helped Dolly with her overabundance of clothing and then deposited her in the shower, turning the water on as cold as it would go in the process, while using his powers to hold her in place while he addressed a few last minute clothing issues of his own, slowly. When he was satisfied she had begun to learn her lesson he turned up the heat on the water and slipped into the shower as well.

[Wicked]

Being dragged up the stairs by Julian, Dolly was very much in her element. There was nothing to be done about it now, she'd gotten him riled, competitive, nigh confrontational. There was no doubt in her mind that right now, his aim was to teach her some sort of lesson. What bothered her was that there was no way for her to fight back, there was no way to make this any more of a challenge for him. She knew she'd lucked out with the few hits she'd ever gotten in on him, that he usually had his guard up.

There was an odd enjoyment she got out of this, regardless of the fact that he viewed this as more of a contest than anything else. She couldn't have explained if asked, but there was definitely a small amount of joy knowing that he was jealous, even if it wasn't for the reasons she would have assumed.

Wicked hung limp in his telekinetic holds, being dragged up the stairs and really not able to do much at all was something she was growing increasingly more accustomed to. When it came to him anyway. She didn't dislike the loss of control but she would definitely have enjoyed an opportunity to pay him back for the bruises from last time. Though she was sure there would be more this time. One day, she'd figure out a way. And she was sure he'd love every second of it.

They had made their way to one of the bathrooms and of course, he'd taken no care to leave her clothing in tact, simply ripping it off of her with his powers and dragging her into the shower, turning the water on freezing cold. She gasped just slightly, the shock of the icy water hitting her flesh only enough to illicit a small reaction from her in the beginning. She knew that if she protested it would be a win in his books, and she was not willing to give up that easily.

The few minutes he took to slowly undress felt like a million years, the cold water hitting her flesh like excruciating pellets, threatening to freeze her skin, bringing on the very early stages of hypothermia. She tucked her arms in close to her sides, crossing them in front of her in an effort to preserve her core heat as she began to shiver. The edges of her lips were just beginning to turn a pale shade of blue when he changed the temperature of the water and hopped in after her. The warmer water felt better than anything she'd ever known, his own body heat a very welcome addition to the situation.

Before she could collect herself, collect conscious thought, she wrapped her arms around him and planted a soft kiss upon his lips. It was deep and meaningful and it shattered any illusion she still had of not caring about him. And she hated herself for it.

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[Julian Keller]

Julian emerged from the shower and snagged one of the towels that was neatly folded on a set of shelves and began to dry himself off. For a few moments he considered making off with all of the towels in the bathroom, just to cause further mischief, but what on earth would he do with twenty or so towels. Not that making off with them would be terribly difficult with his powers.

'Yes, I think I will,' Julian thought to himself, wrapping the towel he was using around his waist and glancing back at the other occupant of the shower with an impish smirk.

Once he was satisfied that he had secured the towel around his waist he reached out a green glowing hand and gathered up all of the towels, plus every other scrap of cloth in the bathroom leaving only Dolly's purse and a single clean hand rag. Opening the door he marched out into the hallway. He didn't honestly care if anyone else saw him in only a towel. Might make it easier to find his next conquest.

"Unless you're hiding a shirt and pants in your purse or somewhere less pleasant, unlikely, you're in for a very interesting walk back to your dorm room on the other side of the second floor. Cheers!" He tossed Dolly a mocking salute and disappeared, closing the door to the bathroom behind him right in Dolly's face.

"That'll teach her a lesson," he muttered to himself, starting off down the hall in the direction of the room he shared with another student whose name he couldn't remember. Julian wasn't used to sharing anything, and he didn't like sharing his room. But, such were the sacrifices some were forced to make.

As he wandered off in the direction of his room he whistled a jaunty version of For He's a Jolly Good Fellow, disappearing around a corner and out of sight of the bathroom.

[Wicked]

Dolores was actually in a state of shock as Julian slipped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist.

He was a little more rough with her this time around, but that didn't stop her from reflecting on that first kiss, and indeed their whole act the entire time they shared that shower. She was bracing herself against the wall still, watching as he toweled himself off. It took her a few moments to realize that he was leaving with every scrap of fabric in the room save on wash cloth and her purse.

Well fuck.

What the fuck ever.

She shrugged and slung her purse over her shoulder, striding her bruised ass all the way back to her room, completely naked. She understood. It was a lesson well learned. She couldn't promise that she wouldn't challenge his masculinity any further because she did quite enjoy the reaction it got from him, but at least for the next three weeks or so she wouldn't be getting laid by anybody else.

Oddly, she was kind of okay with this. And that's the part that irked her.

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