Briden House

[Aiden Munslow]

“Ticklish?” he teased. He thought about attacking her and tickling her but he really wanted this, and now was not the time. Even though he might have been able to that that sexy, he was pretty sure that she wanted it too by the way she was acting. He didn’t think that tickling her would really put her in a sexy mood, so for once he thought before he did something and decided against it. He would have to remember that for another time, however. He watched her take off her shirt, as they walked to the bathroom. “I’ll go with the hot steamy option,” like that was a hard choice to make.

He too her hand, and pulled her up so that she wasn’t sitting on the edge of the shower anymore, and kissed her again, he pulled her close, so that he could feel her skin against the fabric of his shirt, before he pulled away from her for a second, catching his breath and pulled it over his head, before going back to kissing her. He let his tongue explore he mouth again, for a moment, before he tilted his head and leaned in to kiss her neck, making a tail of kisses down her neck. Eventually his mouth found its way back up to her lips, meeting them again for a soft kiss. While he was doing that his hands found their way into her to the waistband of her pants. It was as if he was asking her if it was ok, even though she had agreed to this entire thing.

[Hannah Briden]

When he said he wanted the water hot (which was exactly what she expected) she turned on the water. It didn't take long to heat. The shower dripped lazily for a moment before a stream of water burst from the shower head. By that time, Aiden had already pulled her away from the shower and into his arms. Well, sort of. They were just kissing passionately, her without a shirt, the water inches away. She was practically dying with the need to just drag him into the water and get to it. She grinned when he paused to remove his shirt. Abs? Not exactly, but she didn't care. She put her hands on either side of his chest, bringing herself closer.

She leaned her neck back, her head filling with clouds and cotton candy and everything light the second his lips touched her neck. She let out a muffled moan, biting down on her lower lip. "Uhh, that feels so good," she murmured, sighing. When his lips returned to hers, she resumed kissing him, enjoying the softness of it. She paused, breathing in deeply when his fingers reached down through her pants. She let out an involuntary noise, somewhere between a squeak and a moan. God, this was fun. She slid her fingers down his chest, stopping at his waist band. She grinned, and was about to sneak her fingers down, when a thought popped into her mind.

The exact thought was 'baby' but more importantly was the thought lead to - 'safe sex.' She didn't really know what to do except break the kiss and draw away. "Um, um," she wasn't really thinking that clearly. She could hardly form words, she was just so into what they were doing. "Condoms. I have some - uh, over there." She didn't want to, but she had to step back (which was kind of awkward because that meant detaching herself and removing his hands from her pants). She opened her cabinet and rummaged around through the towels and assorted bathroom items. "Don't ask why I keep them in here. They're not actually uh, mine, Sierra bought them." She returned with a large black cardboard box, which she chucked at him. She knew nothing about condoms, she just figured he'd grab one and they'd be set.

She closed the cabinet slowly and grinned to herself. So things were definitely going well today. New hair color, new guy to hang out with - new guy to have sex with. Not to mention she got to dye his hair, too, which was awesome. She spun around with the same smile plastered on her lips, happier than ever - also, hornier than ever. Without further ado, she hooked her thumbs into her sweatpants waistband and began slowly inching them down past her thighs. She dropped them and stepped out of them, revealing a pair of Barbie doll pink boy shorts underwear. Skin tight booty shorts that hugged her booty perfectly, she did a little of a spin.

"I don't typically match my underwear," she informed him, glancing down to realize her bra matched. "You're just lucky." She smiled, stepping forward for another kiss. She hoped it would distract him, anyway. She figured if she pretended the scars weren't there, he wouldn't notice, or at least he wouldn't say anything. It was always awkward for her to undress in front of guys because of the self harm scars she had. Thin pink lines, turning white with time, covered a good portion of her thighs, and a little bit of her stomach. She had been faced with self harm when she was no more than thirteen, and it had become an addiction that ran her life for two years before she finally got help - which was when they sent her away to Somerset. She didn't want to care about scars anymore; they were her past. All she wanted to care about now was having a good time with Aiden.

Her lips opened against his, her tongue pressing to go into his mouth. She paused after a moment, leaning back to run her fingers through his bangs. "Let's get this color out of your hair, shall we?" she paused, her eyes following a long trail along his body. "And while you're at it, we might as well get you out of your clothes, too."

OOC; Sorry for the abrupt mention of scars. It's part of her history, I didn't want to make them, like, disappear because that would be odd. They're part of who she is, really.

[Aiden Munslow]

“Do you use them a lot?” That was kind of a stupid question to ask then but his brain was not functioning at a normal level, which was not much better than this actually. Then he remembered the time in the chat box she asked him if he was planning on using them. He was brought back into reality when a box of condoms almost hit him in the face, “You have great aim,” he said sarcastically before he grabbed one from the box and then set it down.

After a long kiss, he watched her spin around, she made some remark about not usually matching her underwear or something. He didn’t know that was a thing that people actually did, but it didn’t really matter since she was just going to end up taking them off anyway. Or at least he hoped so. “I guess I am lucky,” he said with a smirk, as he kissed her and they were making out again with his tongue on the inside of her mouth, before he pulled away. He ran his hands down her stomach, and stopped when he got to the waistband of her underwear. He really wanted to just drag her into the shower already, but he tried to act cool, giving her another kiss.

When she said that they should get the dye out of his hair he realized that he still had his shoes on, and he probably would have looked a little stupid trying to undo the laces and take them off, not the mention that his brain was not working right and he would probably just end up tying them in a knot. He gave her another kiss, and then moves his lips down her neck again, leaving a trail of kisses down her body, this time he didn’t stop with her neck; he kissed her collarbone, as soft as possible, and moved down. He kept kissing her until he was on his knees kissing her stomach to the waistline of her underwear. That was when he noticed the scars, and ran his thumb over one of the faded ones, but didn’t say anything. That was a subject for another time.

Now that he was on the ground he untied his shoes carefully, and then stood back up. That had to have been the most awkward time to decide that shoes were probably not appropriate for sex, but he was trying to be cool about it. He gave her another soft kiss on the lips, and grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer. “I think that’s a good idea,” he finally replied to her saying that it was probably time to wash the dye out of his hair, and then he stepped back and undid his jeans so that he could take them off.

[Hannah Briden]

She shook her head as a no when he asked if she used them a lot. It probably should have been embarrassing, considering most teenage girls had sex every Friday night, or whatever. She didn't care that much, though. She would rather wait for the opportune moment with a nice guy than do it in some bathroom stall in a bar. That's why she didn't carry condoms around with her, nor did she take birth control. She wasn't one for doing things unplanned. This was kind of a pleasant surprise, but at least they had condoms and weren't total strangers. She had a feeling that Aiden wasn't the kind of guy to "bang" and then ditch - he was too nice.

Hannah loved kissing, like, a whole ton. It just felt so intimate and amazing to her. It sent chills up her spin, made her feel warm and full of energy. It kind of felt like she was drunk off of physical stimulation - as if she had downed a few shots or something. When he started trailing her body with kisses, she tensed, excited and nervous at the same time. The attention he was giving her with his lips made her want to moan and just do him right then and there. However, she knew it would be too sloppy and awkward if she just tried going at it. When he reaches her scars, she froze, her breathing quickening, but let out a breath when his thumb passed over them and he made no comment. Good.

She smiled when he removed his shoes carefully then stood back up. She had been going at it with a guy once and tried kicking off her heels, but ended up hitting him in the shins. So, she was glad he was so methodical about taking care of his footwear. Not to mention it was kind of smooth, the way he kissed her all the way until he was kneeling, which meant he could just take off his shoes quickly and they could get back to it.

When he grabbed her wrists and pulled her close, she let out of a soft giggle. She realized she was very much ready for this. They'd been goofing around and kissing for a while. Not to put them on a time crunch or anything, but that hair dye had to come out soon, anyway. They'd pretty much already used up their time and the bubble gum scent of Aiden's hair grew stronger, reminding her. She watched as Aiden unfastened his jeans, moving to remove them. She stepped forward with a nervous smile, biting down on her lower lip. "May I?" She asked, not really waiting for a response as she helped him out of his clothing. God, it was getting hot in here.

She would have just jumped into the water right then, but taking off wet underwear was not that sexy. Looking him directly in the eyes, she slid the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and worked herself out of it. She made a mental note to not wear sports bras ever again if intercourse was to be expected. Taking those off was not sexy, like, at all. It actually probably looked awkward, so she hoped Aiden didn't mind that she did it herself. Without waiting for a second, she leaned forward and began their kiss again, her own hands going to his hips, fingers slowly skipping down past the waist line of his underwear.

[Aiden Munslow]

He was ready to jump in the shower, but he still had boxers on, she still had on her underwear bottoms too. She had her hands in his boxers, and he saw that as a sign to take them off. Even though the movement of taking her hands out, he slid his hands into her underwear and helped her slide them off. Then gave her a kiss, before he remembered the condom, that he had slipped in his pocket because he had no other place to put it. He pulled it out, and opened the package with his teeth, and stepped into the shower with her.

I'm just gonna skip now cause I suck at this so yeah..

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah was giggling almost uncontrollably. Here they were, not five minutes after their first intimate action, and she was laughing. Why, do you ask? Because she was covered in green, and so was Aiden. Not only had Aiden been dripping dye from his hair, Hannah had some left in, and now they were a total mess. Typically, washing dye out of your hair takes forever, so just jumping under the water and then proceeding to go at it, didn't really do the job. "We're like Smurfs, but green." She shook her head, running her fingers through her hair and coming back with green, blue and black water on her palm.
"Here, let me help you." Gently, she attempted to keep Aiden's bangs out of his eyes, so none of the dye would get on his face, and tried running her fingers through them to rid him of the excess green. It seemed to work, but they were both going to need to rinse for a few minutes before it'd be gone.

Some point along the line, someone had put their hands in their hair. Hannah wasn't even sure who - it could have been her reaching out to Aiden, or vise versa. All she knew was that she had green lines, finger prints, and splotches of dye on her body. She huddled a little closer to Aiden to get under the spray of the shower head and began rubbing at her skin to get the dye off. They smelled like bubble gum, which was quite all right with her, since it smelled great. Being so close made her just want to attack him with attention - specifically, kissing. Moving her lips to his, she murmured, "Well this is officially my favorite adventure of dying hair. God, you're amazing..."

[Aiden Munslow]

He couldn’t help but laugh with her looking at himself, covered in green hair dye. “Like… the hulk?” he couldn’t think of anything else that was green and somewhat human like, “too bad I didn’t pick blue we could have been smurfs…” he let his voice trail off when she started washing the dye out of his bangs. He really couldn’t believe that he had let her dye his hair. He had dye all over him now, and he wasn’t sure how well that stuff came off skin. He was trying to wash some of it off his stomach when her faced moved close to his.

“You know, no one has ever said that about me before,” he said in response to her calling him amazing. He gave her a short kiss. “I get ‘go kill yourself you fag’ a lot, but I never get amazing,” he kissed her again. “Thank you,” he whispered. Then he kissed her again, this time it lasted longer, even though he knew he should have been washing that green dye off. “Can I ask you a question,” he said before he pulled away from the kiss. “I mean you don’t have to answer if it’s really personal or something… I just…” he wasn’t usually a serious person so trying to find the right words to ask such a serious question was hard. He yawned. “I kind of noticed….” He sighed. This was probably not the right time to be asking that.

“You know what never mind, It’s probably none of my business,” he wanted to ask about her scars, but when he said it sounded stupid. He couldn’t find the right words to ask the question, and ended up deciding that it was probably way to personal to ask about that because he hadn’t known her that long. “I’m sorry for turning you green though,” he said, running his fingers through his hair and trying to get any extra green out.

[Hannah Briden]

The hulk, that was good. She grinned and tried to flex her pretty non-existent muscles. "Hulk!" she cried, giggling. Okay, so she looked ridiculous. At one point, she had muscles from occasional work out runs. Now, she just was not toned - which was fine. No way was she ever going to look like a Hulk - and that was quite all right with her. "Don't worry about the dye, by the way," she assured him, seeing him take a glance at his green stained skin. "It's already beginning to wash off. But I mean, we can take multiple showers until it's entirely gone." Well, there she went, she tried to be sexy. Didn't quite work but, whatever. Maybe he would find it cute, in a way.

"Really?" She raised her eyebrows, surprised. Everyone deserved to be told that they were amazing, especially if they were - and even more so if they were very good at certain shower activities. "No one should be told to go kill themselves." She said softly, her eyebrows furrowed. She had definitely been down that road. It took her a while before people actually stopped seeing her as that little freak with bright hair and a bad attitude. The first time someone actually paid her a compliment, she was surprised, and thought they were being sarcastic. "Trust me though, you're pretty freakin' amazing." She smiled, leaning into the next kiss.

When he pulled away and asked if he could ask her a question, she immediately tensed. She knew what was probably coming up. Her scars seemed to attract attention, even though she didn't want them to. She wished they would just fade away. When he said it was none of his business anyway, she agreed with him on the inside. It technically wasn't, but she knew that she wanted to continue this relationship with Aiden, and someday it might become a topic of interest again. She didn't want to talk about it now, though. "Um, that conversation is for later," she murmured, blushing a little.

"Don't worry - technically, I turned you green," she admitted with a broad grin. She looked down at her arms, legs, and stomach. So the green was now really washing away. But she wanted to wash it off a bit more. Reaching over, she grabbed a louffa and scrubbed at her arms. It came off almost completely, and immediately. "Oh hey, this works." She smiled, running a hand through her hair again. There was still a little green and blue coming out, but she was working on it. "Hey, stop hogging the water," she teased, shoving him playfully. Standing under the spray of the warm water, she sighed, leaning back and just shaking out her hair. "I love a warm shower." she sighed.

[Aiden Munslow]

“Oh yea, more showers sounds like a fun time,” well it would if he wasn’t so tired. He didn’t want to admit to that though, so he answered her question, he didn’t know if the really was rhetorical question or not. “Yeah, for some reason like half of the world thinks I’m gay… I don’t know why though,” he shrugged. “The other half thinks I’m a freak so,” he was somewhat joking, and somewhat being serious when he said that. “No but all jokes aside, I got made fun of a lot before I came here, and I really don’t care what people say to me, although I like it because not that many people say things like that here. I people still think I’m gay, and I don’t see why.”

Well other than that fact that you were grinding on a guy at the club that one time, but no one saw that.

He was arguing with himself in his head, and that probably wasn’t helping the freak thing. “Anyway,” he said. “Thank you for calling me amazing, though,” he kissed her again. “You’re,” he kissed her again, this time on the cheek, “Amazing too,” he tilted his head and kissed her on the neck. He wanted to think of something else to say but he couldn’t find the right words to make it happen. He nodded when she said that it was a conversation for later, and was glad that he had stopped himself from asking her the questions he wanted to ask. He was still trying to get all that stupid green dye out. He really wanted to see what his hair looked like now but he didn’t want to look when it was all wet. Since it wouldn’t look the same.

He yawned again, still trying to get that stupid green dye off of his skin, and it wasn’t really coming off. “I don’t wanna look like an alien forever,” he complained. “I hope this shit like fades or something.”

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah nodded in empathy when he said that he got teased a lot. "Well, you definitely don't seem gay to me," she tried a little bit of a joke. Considering they were in the shower together, naked, and had just had sex, she really didn't want to believe he was gay. Just because he had long hair and an interesting fashion sense didn't make him gay. Those were probably the reasons other kids thought he was. She hated when people stereotyped gay kids as those "scene" boys or the ones who looked "mischievous." She just couldn't stand it, especially since she had kids call her lesbian for being rainbow and proud of it. A gay rights activist does not a homosexual make, she thought to herself.

"I know what you mean about the teasing, calling names," she winced, sort of thinking back to those scars. Every name they called her was just another cut. Every day of being ignored by her parents and bullied at school was an inch closer to cutting a vein. It had been really tough for Hannah back then, and she had only just gotten "clean" of cutting a few months previous, at the beginning of the school year. But she didn't want to think about such things. Shaking herself out of thinking it, she leaned her head back into the water, letting it pour over her face and drip down her nose and plant a kiss - wait,what?

Hannah's eyes popped open when he gave her another kiss, then moved to her neck. She sighed, wanting to get out of the shower, dry off, and spend time snuggling. Yet she knew asking that might be too much, too soon. Instead, she raised an eyebrow when Aiden's green wasn't coming off. It wasn't that bad, there was just a bit over his shoulders and arms. "Yeah, it'll fade. You can use witch hazel to get it off, too," she smiled. "Didn't I tell you it was going to be messy?" She teased.

Noting his yawn, she couldn't help but yawn in response - it was the proper human reaction. "Tired?" She asked, leaning behind him to shut the shower off. The water sputtered and dripped to a halt before disappearing completely. She stepped out of the shower and found a towel and wrapped it around her waist. It was one of the shorter towels, so it barely covered her butt, but she figured that didn't matter. Aiden had already seen everything, anyway. She grabbed a larger towel for Aiden (he was a bit taller and you know, a guy) and handed it to him. "Do you still want to stay and watch movies?"