A Possible Midnight Screw-up

[Frostbite]

As soon as practice was over, Lorelai had gone right to Nightcrawler to take that medicine stuff that would heal her ribs within a day and a half. When she was free to go, she went straight to her room to take a shower and just lay on her bed, listen to music, and sleep a little to relax. By the time she woke up, her ribs were feeling pleasantly numb instead of sharp and painful like they had been throughout that harsh practice and just afterward. Of course, she had also asked for pain killers just so it wouldn't matter even if she felt numb, so she didn't really feel a thing on the inside, so to speak.

Before she had slept she had thought about how weird it was that she was in a way, ready to die. She just figured at the time, she thought she may as well have been considering how there was really no other way out and no other way to win. Maybe being pain also helped make the decision easier, but even still it was weird for her to think, considering it hadn't been something that had come to mind since Limbo. In Limbo, she didn't want to die, but in the Dagger mission, it didn't seem to bother her so much. It was something to think about, but at another time. Now that she was awake and feeling temporarily better, she wanted something.

Lorelai smirked to herself as she ran a hand through her hair and got up, figuring she already knew. I figure my life is kinda really screwed, why not just screw it a little bit more? Plus, I'm not feeling any pain in my chest, so it's the perfect opportunity to go on with it. Let's see how far I can push it today. She was well aware that the things she did for herself only made things worse, but she knew she'd still go on and do them, and one of those things was to pursue Rumble a little more. She knew it most likely wasn't going to end well, she had a feeling from the start especially with seeing how 'well' he treated Aideen. She knew it, yet still she was going to go after him, and her only justification of it was that there would be nothing attached, which was what she wanted because she wasn't sure if she couldn't take any more of it. She had issues with it from the start and this time she wanted something without having to deal with it, and for her at this moment, Rumble was the way to go.

As she headed towards the boys dorms, she smirked at herself, feeling somewhat silly heading there at this time as she knew she could only be amusing to the Hellion, just a little girl trying to play with the big kids. Regardless, she went because she told herself again what the supposed perks were. It did make her feel a bit better about it, and once she got to his room she'd just push everything else aside and focus on getting what she wanted, because as she knew herself well enough to know, what she wanted was more important than what she knew was good for her.

The halls were dead silent as she walked through them quietly, and Lorelai could just guess that a majority of the guys were busy outside or something, having snuck out of the building. She passed by doors until she came to one, having heard in passing that Rumble's room was near some of the guys who didn't want to be next door to him. She had been in the guys' dorms before, so she wasn't too lost. Lorelai found the door and quietly knocked first without a word; she didn't just burst into peoples' rooms.

[RUMBLE]

It had not been as good a day for Brock Van Alstyne, not at all in his favors. On his journey to his pet's room just hours ago, he discovered that she was long gone for the weekend with her Knight in shining armor Captain and his Church going saint of a girlfriend. Brock was not happy, not at all. He had taken several of the pills that ol' Fuzzy gave him, and was almost healed up as it was. The only thing he had still where the badges that his lovely pet gave him the previous day, and he touched them once in awhile, just to feel the shot of pain and be reminded that it was his pet that gave them to him.

Now Brock laid on his bed with metal music blasting in the room, bare chested and still in jeans. The room was dark, only the moonlight streaming in through the window. It lit up his room nicely enough to see without much trouble. His ice cold blue eyes were focused on the picture that hung on the wall across from his bed. In the picture stood his beautiful prize, an image he captured one day on his phone. Fair and lovely as ever, his pet was in the midst of a yoga pose, bending her lean tight body back, her proud perfect breasts thrusting out proudly demanding attention, and a look of relaxation on the beautiful face with her large eyes close gently and her full succulent lips just barely parting. It was a reminder to him of what belonged to him, and what will always belong to him. She was honored enough to be chosen by him, and he only deserves the best. A woman of wits and intellect, of amazing beauty and talent, and a women he would never get bored with was his choice, and no amount of distance will keep him from what's rightfully his own.

It was an array of morbid plans Brock was thinking about that very moment when he heard the knock on the door, one he was not expecting but didn't ignore. "It's open," he yelled loudly over the music. Brock didn't even sit up when the door opened to reveal the little ice girl, looking a bit beat up but still well. "So you decided to find your way here. Get in, and lock the door behind you," he said with emotion and kept his eyes on her. "I'm assuming you ain't here to talk, so while you're at it leave your shirt on the chair." Brock was not in his best mood, and if the ice girl was gonna choose to get herself involved with him, he'd wasn't going to beat around the bush on the topic.

[Frostbite]

The moment Lorelai walked into the room she pushed every thought she shouldn’t be there away into the back of her mind and put her little smug smirk on. It grew a little deeper at the music playing, though from the way Brock spoke, he didn’t sound the happiest. The thought of just leaving him be just in case flashed in her mind and was gone as quick as it came because she couldn’t just back out now that she had closed the door and locked it like he said. The smirk never left her face even as she was told to take off her shirt and leave it on the chair. Obviously both of them knew why she was there, although Lorelai was actually kind of curious as to why he was in such a sour mood.

Glancing around his room for a second as she took off her shirt to reveal her bruised looking chest, the only thing left up there being her bra, she saw a picture of Aideen doing some pose hanging directly across from Brock where he could see it. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and shake her head at it since she figured it wouldn’t be at all wise to not agree with him that he could surely get Aideen. She thought about asking what had him in a bad mood, but wasn’t sure if she should or not. Lorelai preferred not to be the object of his wrath if she could help it. However, curiosity was getting the better of her, and she decided to ask.

Dropping her shirt on the nearby chair, she walked slowly over to his lounging form and smirked a little. She tilted her head slightly and got up onto the bed to straddle him. “What’s wrong? You’re not your usual amused, happy self,” she asked him as her cool hands slowly trailed down his bare chest, not putting on too much pressure before leaning down to lightly kiss his neck. “Maybe I can help you feel better? Be a good nurse to her patient,” she said, sitting back up with a flirty smirk.

[RUMBLE]

"Hmm maybe I'm losing my memory, but as I recall I told you to take your shirt off, not to talk. And you're blocking my view." Brock pushed her back off of him so he could stare for a little longer at his beautiful pet. He sat himself up and put his back against the headboard, eyes finally turning to the ice girl. Brock knew that she really truly had no idea what she was getting into. Sure she had an idea based on his nature that everyone else saw, but just how much? Behind closed doors was a different world for many. The most reclusive people in the general public came out in the bedroom as the most primal and passionate lover and there were times that those who have it all in the public are unsure and insecure behind bedroom doors. A whole new personality emerged when the doors closed, and it applied to all people, including Brock.

He saw life and the world as his playground, everything and every person on it was there for his entertainment. He was like a spoiled prince running a muck in his father's kingdom. Even when things didn't go his way, he'd twist it up to make it better than his way. When the doors closed though, the Prince became a King. What he said, goes and anyone who questioned it was in for a severe punishment, and he would get what he wanted either way. Brock was well aware that he was attractive and women sought him out often. He gave them what he wanted, and he did it his own way whether they liked it or not.

Brock took her arm and brought her off the bed and helped her stand. "You don't need any of that on," he said gesturing to her clothes. "When you're done on your knees right here. And don't take your time." His mood was not his best. Brock was incredibly unhappy that his pet was gone without his knowledge and more so that he must prolong her punishment. He needed something to take it out on, and what better than a naive and willing little girl. Indeed this night may slightly dissipate his foul mood, and perhaps teach the ice girl a new lesson about the price of rebelling.

[Frostbite]

Okay...note to self: just don't talk..wow. Lorelai still smirked as she was moved off the bed, but she found herself feeling slightly surprised and even a little scared. No guy she'd ever dealt with acted like this, so she supposed it was normal to feel a twinge of fear, especially dealing with Rumble. The sort of weird thing was she felt a little thrill about it, just knowing what she was doing, and what she was going to do. She had no idea why, and she thought herself insane for that, but she would do what he wanted, because she figured it would probably be best, and she sort of didn't mind submitting. She did like having a little control here and there, but seeing as it wouldn't be something she would have here, it didn't bother her too much. She used to let Chris have all the control sometimes, and just let him do whatever he wanted, to a degree because she didn't care and was more than comfortable with him. She didn't mind it because he could be rough, but he could be gentle too, and a lot of the times was both, and it was always fun. There was the one thing she didn't let him do and that was because she just didn't feel ready for it yet, and she was lucky enough for him to understand that.

Before she left her room tonight, she figured she was ready enough to just go do it already, though there was that last minute 'am I really sure I wanna do this' feeling in the back of her mind that she was choosing to ignore. She wanted it and she was probably going to get it, some way or another. The only thing she wondered is what she would be put up to do and let be done to her tonight, and she already figured out the first thing.

Even at a time like this, she felt a bit modest about taking off the rest of her clothes in front of him, but didn't think she really had another choice except to do it. So with an inevitable nervous twinge in her stomach, she stripped off the rest of her clothes relatively quickly, leaving them on the floor as she then walked to where he said and knelt down in front of him. She rested her hands in her lap for the moment as she looked up at him, and then at the crotch of his pants, waiting for what would happen next, as it was a position she had been in before.

She felt very bare- and she was, but slightly uncomfortable. It wasn't like what she was used to, and she knew it wouldn't be. It was like she wanted, nothing but the actions. There probably wasn't going to be much talking, especially on her part, and she could already see that. Lorelai wanted it, she sought it out, and she was going to get it, whatever would be dealt to her. She figured she would just get used to it, let it happen and let him do what he wanted. It ought to be worth it, right?

[RUMBLE]

The look on Brock's face could only be described bored. He had looked her over and deemed her acceptable. A bit on the skinny side, but better that than some fat chick. Her body was nothing close to his pet's perfect physique, but it was good enough to not put him off. When she just knelt there and did nothing, he tapped his fingers impatiently. "Well take your sweet and precious time why don't you? I'm fine with people coming in to waste my time. You'd think I told you to solve Fermat's theorem," he said with a sneer.

"You need me to walk you through this? Really? Ok well lesson number one, you undo the button and zipper, I know, it's asking of a lot. Harry Potter is just such a selfish bastard that he won't come here and wave his wand to make the button and zipper disappear, so you'll just have to do it the old fashioned way," Brock said in a voice dripping from sarcasm. If he wasn't so pissed off and in need to get out his frustration some way, he would have told her to get her clothes and get the f@%k out.

"Do you need me to continue you or do you think you can handle it? Here's a tip, pretend its a lollipop you don't bite," he said in a mocking voice while looking down at her expectingly. Brock was not the most patient man, but up until now he never had to flat out tell someone what to do. He only hoped that the rest of the night wouldn't end up being a lesson in the birds and the bees for her.

[Frostbite]

Lorelai had to smirk amusedly as she was told what to do next. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what was coming next, she just figured she’d wait for the okay since the last time she just went and did something she got pushed away. However, she just figured she’d go from there. “I know how to handle it,” she said as she reached up with a smirk and, for his sake looked as if she were about to open a present as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Her eyes widened slightly at him and showed a satisfied smirk as she used her hands first for a moment before she leaned up and forward, using the things she knew how to do with her lips and her tongue that she knew used to drive Chris wild.

The first time she had ever done that with him, she had been a little unsure of herself, but after she got the hang of it after a few pointers about what he liked and got through with him, she was rather confident in herself about it. Here, it was no different, just a different guy and he probably had different preferences, so along with what she knew she improvised a little, changing it up here and there. She started using her hands as well, bringing in what she did with them as she moaned a little, getting into it and moved in closer to do more, using her cool hands to spread pleasurable tingles everywhere.

She glanced up at him and winked before continuing until she had to pull back and breathe. Licking her lips, she smirked up at him. “Want more?” she asked, looking up at him as her hands kept playing as she waited to see what he wanted next.

[RUMBLE]

"You're still just sitting there and talking? Really? Must you make me go over this again?" Brock snarled and stood up, grabbing her arm and hurling her on the bed, not really giving a shit. She was alright going down on him, but not good enough to relax him, or make him forget how is beautiful pet slipped out from right under his nose. Her mouth was cold and it was a new sensation, but he had better. Right now it was all about getting off and he had no sympathy for anyone, including the naive Acolyte that seemed to have her sights set on him, blinded for the need for attention and something to fill that void in her life. He'd fill a void alright, but not the one she was probably hoping for when she decided to involve herself with him.

Brock didn't even give her the respect of taking off his pants, leaving them on and he leaned over to push her back down so she laid bent over the bed. "I don't do condoms and I just really don't care if you're on the pill or not. Shoulda thought of that before," he spat out and put pressure on the hand on her back to give her little room to move. "You act like a whore you're gonna be treated like one." He decided to check a suspicion he had while he had her in an unmoving position and he smirked only wider. "Well whaddaya know you're a virgin then. This might just all be a little more worthwhile than I thought." Brock reached over with his free hand and took her shirt from his chair. He lifted her hips and put the shirt under her. "I'm not gonna have you stain my sheets though."

From that point, Brock took all his frustrations out on the little ice girl, not giving a shit if she objected or not. He was pissed off that things in his world weren't going the way he wanted them to with his beautiful pet, and he took it all out on her. He didn't even try and think of his prize throughout the whole thing, for where his prize should be hot was where the ice girl was literally cold. It would have been an insult to think of his prize while he all but battered the Ice girl with his hard and forceful movements and rough treatment. It was at least two hours before Brock decided he had enough of her and made her clean him off with her mouth properly.

Laying on the bed now, Brock was in the same position now that he was when she came in: arms behind his head and staring at the picture of his prize. "I don't want this staying here, take it." He picked up the bloody wet shirt and threw it at her. "Now get out, I wanna be alone now," Brock said pointing to the door. He had his fill of company, and if this had all gone better he may have thrown a couple of bucks her way. For now he felt somewhat better now that he had shaken some of that anger that resided at a dangerous level. Only somewhat better though.