<font color=white size=1 face="tahoma">.he/is/beautiful..-->></font> -- Realistic Dreams: The Present : The Night Club

.i'm not you.

when gaia had lost her mother and had been forced to move into the home of the legits, she had felt that she could never again feel the sort of cozy happiness that she'd known for her entire twelve years. if you can imagine gaia as a twelve year old, you'd get the image of a slender, too-skinny blond girl with a sort of uniqueness about her that not one person in this world could ever top. but once again, gaia was mistaken -- she was meant to be happy again, she was meant to be thrilled.. she understood the full extent of this as sam held her, he was the definition of thrilled for christ's sake! she smiles wistfully at the thought, those bewitching blue eyes upon his features, breathing him in with every misleading calm breath. each intake was forced to be measured and slow, just so that she could keep face in front of him and stop her own features from burning red.

"mind? naw.. i fear i may enjoy these tactics entirely way too much."

aww, now jus' look at that, gaia was capable of being a complete and total sweetheart when she wasn't thinking about not being one. as his digits ceased hers, she couldn't help but participate in the touch because sam just had this kind of hold over her. lips touch his briefly as her super-sonic hearing kicks in.

"they sure do take their time with it though, don't they?"

..i don't like you..