Brielle's dorm

[brielle]

[brielle]

Brielle stood in front of her bathroom mirror, running a brush through her hair to get the nots out from the day, as her hair always tanggled easily. When it was brushed out, she realized it was a wasted effort. It still looked awful. She sighed and tied her hair up in a bun that wasn't too messy, but wasn't exactly neat either. She didn't look like a slob, but she didn't look like she was trying too hard.
Her appearance mattered. Max was coming over. Max. Her boyfriend. Her eighteen year old, sexy as hell, sweeter than should be possible, boyfriend. Just thinking about him made her heart do ridiculous things. It'd been over a month and she still couldn't believe that he wanted to be with her. He actually chose her. A thirteen year old know-it-all. She couldn't believe she was so lucky.

She pulled on a black hoodie over the white cami she had on and pulled her Soffe shorts down so they weren't riding up on her. He'd never said anything about it, but Bri had a distinct feeling that Max liked it better when she was dressed more like a lady and less like what one would expect a guy of his experience to enjoy.
Sure, when they got into it clothing was almost always optional and the boy had a mouth like a hoover, but she just figured he'd like to see more clothes on her any other time. She'd basically accepted the possibility that she was going to lose her virginity to him as fact a few weeks ago. If she were planning on staying with him, how long could she honestly go without doing it? And to her own surprise, she wanted him just as much as she figured he wanted her.

And why should I be ashamed? A girl's sexuality is to be explored and nurtured. Who better to help me with that than Max? He knows what he's doing, and it's not like he's forcing me to do anything.

She looked at herself in the mirror, giving a little nod to assure herself that she wasn't making the wrong decision. Of course, it wasn't like they'd planned having sex tonight or something. He'd just been busy with fall ball and they hadn't been able to see each other much lately. She just figured...and everytime they'd talked about it, he never tried to pressure her. He just always made it seem like an option, not something that had to happen. And that alone made her feel comfortable enough to want to give something so special to him.

[Maxwell Manson]

Max found his way down the hallway before running as fast as his long legs would spread past Carol's dorm. She was like the devil sometimes. Nothing he could do would ever make her even slightly approve of his relationship with her little sister. It made him upset, if he's being honest. He wished Carol would approve of them, because he was almost one hundred percent sure he loved Brielle. Even thought she was younger he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. And he will never not believe that. Unless you're comparing Brielle and Maddison... Then is was Maddison just because she's his spawn. And anything that has his blood in it has to be sexy as fuck.
Shaking the thoughts as they began on how sexy he was. He finally reached Brielle's room. The second sexiest person in their relationship. He poked his head over checking Carol's dorm before hurrying into Brielle's room slamming the door behind him and locking it. "Even though Carol knows about us. I'm still fucking scared to see her in person." He claimed as he took a calming breath.

He soon relaxed and walked over to Brielle kissing her softly on the lips. "I'm so happy I got Thalia to watch Maddison. Between her and baseball... I'm starting to miss the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. " He said as he wrapped his arms around her thin waist and spinning her around before setting her back down and kissing her all of her precious face because finally slamming his lips against hers pulling her into him. "I've really missed seeing you as often as I used too, baby"he said while their lips were centimeters apart.

He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist before carrying her over to the bed and laying her down on it before laying down next to her. "So, what are we going to do for the time being, my pretty girl?"he asked kissing her temple. He loved treating her like this. She deserved to be treated like the best and that's how he felt her had to treat her. Not because he necessarily had to. But because he wanted to. He wanted to show her beautiful she is, and how important she is to him.

[brielle]

Brielle brushed her fingers through his hair and smiled at him laying next to her on the bed. "Whatever is fine with me. It's just so nice to see you, I'd almost forgotten what you looked like!"
She laughed and kissed him again before she snuggled up against him. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. Just simply being this close to Max was enough to drive her crazy. He was so amazing, everything about him. The words he used to describe her...she'd never had self confidence problems, but she wouldn't have described herself like that before meeting him.

It was moments like this where she wanted to just tell him she loved him and hear it back, but there was just no way she was going to say it before him. As much as she was sure he genuinely cared for him, she was sure that saying it too quickly would scare him off. And there was clearly the possibility that he didn't feel the same about her. So she wasn't going to push her luck.
"I missed you," she said after a moment, just barely moving her head to look up at him.

[Maxwell Manson]

Max smiled pressing his lips to her forehead. "I've missed you too , gorgeous"he whispered rolling over pulling her ontop of him so he was on his back. He had his arms wrapped around her lower back holding her protectively in his arms. "So much"he whispered in reference to missing her. And it was true. She was like his life. He was almost one hundred percent sure he loved her. And he wanted to tell her. But he couldn't. Not just yet. He wanted to tell her at the best time possible. And he had a feeling he new when that would be. But wasn't sure how far away that time would come.

"So, what do you want to do?"Max asked lifting her face so he could kiss her lips. Her soft lips. He loved that about her. Her lips were always soft. And so was her skin... Those thoughts made him trying super hard not to rip her clothes off of her. They were so close. And he wanted her so badly. He knew their relationship probably wasn't healthy. Considering how much older he is than her. But he couldn't help it.. She's just so perfect to him.
He moved his lips from hers and started to kiss her down her neck, to her collarbone sucking on in gently waiting for her response.

[brielle]

Brielle tried to stiffle the moan when he kissed her neck, but he couldn't. She pressed herself into him and closed her eyes, enjoying every second of his lips on her body. She wanted nothing more than to have him rip her clothes off and have his way with her, but she knew Max would never be like that. As much as it was clear they both wanted it, he didn't seem to be in any rush.

She pulled away from him after a minute and sat up. Since she was on top of him, she was sitting with her legs straddled across his belly, looking down at him. She brushed her fingers through his newly cut hair that she was still getting used to.
"Max," she said softly, "I want you to make love to me. Tonight. Right now. I'm ready." She tried to sound determined, but she sounded a little scared. She'd seen what Max had in the penis department, and she was actually a little afraid of it. She'd heard that sex hurt, and she could imagine that the bigger the guy is, the more painful it would be.

She leaned down and kissed his lips, "Please," she whispered. She kissed him down his jaw and then to his neck, before coming back up to his lips.

[Maxwell Manson]

(And to Facebook we go for dirty Maxelle time. )

[Wyatt Parks]

ooc: Ok Ew Max you pedo XDD

Even after the conversation on the phone Wyatt felt like he needed to talk to Brielle. He couldn’t see why it mattered to him, other than the fact that he knew that Max wasn’t a good person for her. He had tried to convince her of that but he couldn’t. He knew that he wasn’t one to talk either since he was no better than Max, but having sex with a thirteen year old girl was gross, and well they all knew the story of Esme’s virginity and he really hoped that Brielle didn’t end up with two kids when she was seventeen. Not only because it didn’t seem like a great idea but because he knew Carol couldn’t have kids and it would probably make her sad if her little sister had them before her.

He thought of Brielle as a little sister, since Carol’s family was so nice to him, and it would be cool to be related to them one day but he didn’t want to plan that far ahead knowing that shit happened, and he didn’t want to think of that either. So he recruited Kegan and told him that they had to talk to her about Max, even though Kegan didn’t really seem to care, and he probably had better things to do with his life considering the fact that he had three kids and a job then act like a father to Brielle. Wyatt didn’t want to tell her the same thing over and over again knowing that she either didn’t know what to do or didn’t listen.

He wasn’t great with words either so there was that fact that he probably couldn’t convince her to do anything. Since half of what he said didn’t make sense, but maybe Kegan could help with that. After he got dressed he went over to her dorm, which Carol had told him where it was because if she hadn’t he would have had no idea where to find her dorm, and knocked on the door, but then opened the door anyway before she could answer it. “Hey,” he said, with a wave, and then he did his classic pushing his hair out of his eyes smile thing. “So I wanted to talk to you,” he said. Well duh. Why else would he be there?

[Maxwell Manson]

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Max originally had a whole letter written and he was going to just stick it under her dorm and run as fast as he possibly could after knocking. But then he realized that was probably not the best idea . He was sitting outside her door leaning against the wall thinking for the past hour surprised no one had knocked on her door telling her he was out there. He didn't even know where to begin. Every Time he thought about getting up and knocking/walking in, he went as sat back down and began thinking again.

Max sighed and finally stood up from the floor and knocking on her door. "Fuck. Why'd you do that Manson!" He hissed to himself as he thought about running now. But he couldn't. He couldn't keep doing this to her. Since he had talked to Rozzi again, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Plus, he couldn't be with someone like Brielle. Someone so... Not like him. He needed someone who he could joke around with, throw ice cream in their face, watch teen wolf with... He was just too childish to be with someone as serious as Brielle, and someone as young. He was eighteen. And he was starting to realize he needed to start acting like it.

"Bri?" Max turned the knob on her door and walking in. He looked around the room before walking over to the bed and sitting down. "Look Brielle, we need to talk. And it needs to be a serious talk. No joking around on my part, and I really need you to just listen and understand." He bit his bottom lip not wanting to look at her. "You see... I'm really old Brielle, like old man old. And you're young... You could be my sister..." he paused biting his bottom lip.

[brielle]

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Except without the cat. Obvi

Brielle was getting ready to go meet up with Carol and Wyatt when Max just showed up at her door. She grinned as soon as she saw him, just as she always did. He just made her so unbelievably happy. Every time she was around him, she was always laughing. But as soon as he started talking, her smile soon faded.
She leaned against her dresser, listening to him make absolutely no sense. He was old? Since when was eighteen old at all?

She crossed her arms, "I hope you fuck don't your sister." She wasn't sure where that one came from. It sounded like something Carol would say, and she definitely put enough sass into it.
She didn't even consider what they did to be fucking. It was making love. Always. Each and every time they had sex, it was making love. But it's still weird when your boyfriend tell you you're like his sister. It was just the way he was acting...

"What are you talking about, Max? You're being really weird," She said with a bit less attitude than before. He was freaking her out. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she thought it was going to explode. He sounded like he was either going to tell her he was cheating on her, or...Or something else. And she was afraid of what that could be.