Cinematic

[Kellan Grace Callahan]

--I was going to wait for you to reply to my PM before I wrote this, but oh well. I’m speeding this up, if you don’t care. I’ll edit if you want me to.

Just like Ken, Kellan held no concerns about her backpack or locking up the theater as they left. She could always just come back later after school and grab everything. There was nothing in it besides candy and the lock, anyway. No, she was too busy thinking about what she had just suggested, Kenneth, what this meant, Kenneth, and whether or not she really wanted to do this or if she was just trying to make him happy. Oh, and Kenneth.

The walk back to the school seemed to take half the time it usually did, possibly because they wanted to hurry out of the cold, but most likely because they were both too eager to get back. Hardly a word was spoken to each other the whole time besides the occasional ‘It’s freezing’ or ‘Watch out for that ice’, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. They were both wrapped up in their own thoughts, which were probably filled with nothing but the other person. At least Kellan’s were. It wasn’t until they had crossed the grounds and reached the main entrance of the Academy that she really said anything.

“I can honestly say that I never thought that I’d been sneaking through the halls with you at 2:30 in the morning,” she observed, tugging at the doors, surprised that they weren’t locked. She peeked her head inside and looked to the left, then to the right. She didn’t see anyone patrolling the halls or anything like that, so she pulled Ken through by the sleeve of his jacket.

She didn’t know all the rules of the Academy, but she doubted that they might just shrug their shoulders at the fact that she was sneaking a boy up to her room in the middle of the night.

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

At the doors, Kenneth was sincerely trying not to grin too much. Kellan seemed to have decided that she was ready, and Ken was always ready, and so if you put two ready people together... Ken figured he was going to have one hell of a great night.

Her comment concerning 2:30 in the morning pulled at his mouth and eventually he was grinning despite his wish not to. He ran his hands down the front of Kellan's thighs right before she grabbed his sleeve and tugged him out of the cold. Chuckling, though attempting to mute the tenor noise through a glove, Ken slipped his un-giggle-covering hand into hers and started walking to her dormitories.

Eventually the laughter subsided, but the smile didn't. It probably never would, to be honest. Kenneth didn't even try to hide how giddy he was. His hands kept straying and groping at his gorgeous girlfriend; when you were as hot as Kellan, you couldn't expect a guy like Kenneth to stand still while around you. And now that it was warmer, he was more comfortable running a cold hand across her stomach and under her shirt, breathing in the scent of her shampoo while waddling down the hall, pressing her back to his stomach.

Though they weren't drunk, it was a hard position to walk in and Kenneth wound up stumbling a bit until he resorted to walking by her side, arm looped around her lower back. He couldn't fathom what was going on in her head, but if it was anything close to his, they'd be guaranteed to oversleep Kellan's alarm clock.

When they reached the Cavan common room, Ken held the door open for her, bowing his head as though he could disguise himself as a perfect gentleman. Knowing Kellan wouldn't be fooled however, he ceased the act and guided her through the door with a hand straying below the 'lets-just-be-friends' line. That boyish, crooked grin widened unabashedly.

[Kellan Grace Callahan]

Words could not describe just how relieved Kellan was when she and Ken stepped into the empty common room. She didn’t think that she would have been able to go through with anything at all if someone had seen her retreat to her room with the infamous Kenneth Lorne at this hour. Of course it was 2:30 on a Wednesday morning so she didn’t expect anyone to be awake and hanging out in the common room anyway, but she was definitely able to breathe a little easier when she saw that no one was there.

She held a finger to her lips to remind Ken to be quiet because, while being quiet seemed like the most logical thing to do when you were sneaking around in the middle of the night, this was Ken that she was dealing with, and it couldn’t hurt to remind him to keep his voice down. Together, they crossed the barely-lit common room, careful not to run into any coffee tables or couches, and crept up the stairs to the girls’ dorms. When they reached Kellan’s room, she slowly opened the door and flicked on the light. Before she even stepped inside, she wished that she would have straightened up her room before she left. The bed was unmade and there were clothes scattered around: shoes all across the floor, bras hanging from lamps, and sweatshirts crumpled up in the corner of the room. To her credit, she hadn’t been expecting Ken to come back to school with her, so she hadn’t thought to clean up.

“Sorry for the mess,” she apologized once she stepped into the room. She kicked some of the shoes into one pile next to the sweatshirts, but realized that she wasn’t going to be able to clean her room in thirty seconds, so why bother. She slipped off her jacket and tossed it on to the corner of her bed, not bothering to pick it up when it slid off the comforter and onto the floor.

“Soooo,” she said awkwardly, sitting on the edge of her bed. She delivered Ken a nervous smile. What was she supposed to say? Was there something specific a girl was supposed to say to her boyfriend at a time like this? Because if there was, Kellan had totally missed that memo. Everything that she thought about saying just didn’t seem right, so she just settled.

“Hi.” Oh, so profound.

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

Kellan's shushing couldn't have come at a better time. He had just been about to laugh extremely loudly, to embarass her or alert anyone else of his pure awesomeness, but he bit it back at her request. When they arrived at her room, he waited in the doorway, arms crossed and smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He watched as his girlfriend tried in vain to tidy her room up a little, and he held back commenting on how adorable she was. She probably wouldn't like that very much.

At her apology, he chuckled and pushed off the door, walking in and closing it behind him. When she sat on her bed, and looked up at him like that, he grinned. The show of teeth might be predatory to anyone who didn't know him, but for Kellan it was meant to be carnal. Her little 'hi' was like a 'GO', and Kenneth pounced, kissing her on the mouth and laying her back on the comforter. One hand rested at the back of her neck, the other one was crawling up the front of her shirt, sliding over her stomach.

"Hey," he growled against her mouth before he kissed a line to her ear. His low laugh rumbled as though he were growling again, and his hands abandonned their other positions to trap her wrists on either side of her. He grinned foolishly at the pretty girl.

"You want me," he said, reminiscing, "admit it."

[Kellan Grace Callahan]

Worries of unfolded clothes and mountains of shoes vanished when Kenneth delivered that dangerous smile. He had the exceptional ability to make Kellan forget how to do the most vital things like think or breath. There was no way that was healthy, but the thought only entertained her mind for a fraction of a second before Ken just about ambushed her. His skin had been so cold in the corridors, but now his hands felt like they were on fire as they skimmed across her stomach, the heat lingering where ever he touched.

His laughter was therapeutic, the familiarity of it making everything so much more relaxed and casual. Not even ten minutes ago she had been mentally freaking out, second guessing herself and wondering why she had even suggested they leave the theater in the first place. But this, she decided, was so worth it.

Kellan couldn’t stop a grin from forming after Ken’s ‘you want me’ statement. She thought back to the first time he had spoken those words to her last October, and she actually giggled. Yes, Kellan giggled at the memory of Ken getting kicked out of the costume shop for completely violating the store’s One Person Per Dressing Room policy.

“No way,” was her answer this time, but they both knew that the words were tied to the latter part of his accusation, not the whole thing. She wiggled one hand free from his grip and let another laugh escape before she began to push his jacket off his shoulders.

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

He helped her quit his jacket by shrugging a couple times, and he ignored it while it slid to the floor. Kenneth had busied himself by kissing her neck while she worked on his coat, and once it was gone he began sliding her shirt up her body.

This was it! She was opening up to him, letting him in, and his overzealous mind was finally going to be blown! Kenneth made sure he didn't rip anything in his eagerness, and pushed the shirt up over her head and deposited it on the bed. He kissed from her neck to her shoulder, and then made a hot, sensual line down to her stomach. His hands were on her hips, his thumbs poking under the waistline of her pants.

What he really wanted to do was tear them right off her, but he doubted Kellan wanted to be with one pair of pants less tomorrow. So although he was capable, she restrained, and instead administered more kisses, dragging them a little bit lower each time. His mind was on a little square that was burning a hole in his back pocket. He always carried one on him when he was with Kellan. She was always so spontaneous, he never knew when she'd be ready. It sure seemed like she was ready!

After months of waiting, Kenneth decided even before it happened that it would totally be worth it.

[Kellan Grace Callahan]

Okay, so this was it. This wasn’t exactly the direction that Kellan saw their night going when she had decided to take Kenneth to the abandoned theater, but that wasn’t a bad thing, right? Somewhere between Ken’s kisses down her stomach and his fingers tugging at the hem of her jeans, the question of whether she really wanted to do this or if she was doing this just to make him happy popped into her head.

The more she thought about it, the more reasons not to go through with this crossed Kellan’s mind. Like if Ken could break a steel lock with the flick of his wrist, then who knew what he was capable of doing to Kellan, even if he didn’t mean it. Was that ever a problem with any of the other girls Ken had been with?

And oh God, the other girls. Who were they? Did she know any of them? Was she friends with any of them? She usually tried not to think about it. Kellan had always known that Kenneth had a reputation when it came to girls, but the two of them had never talked about it. She had made jokes before, like her ‘the slut always dies first’ comment earlier in the night, but she had never asked him about it and he never brought it up either.

“Wait,” she breathed. She looked at Ken with something close to panic in her eyes before she scooted backwards away from him.

“I’m sorry. I just… I can’t do this,” she told him, sitting up. “I always told myself that I wasn’t going to do this until I got married, but then I realized that I don’t want to get married until I’m like a hundred years old and people who are a hundred years old shouldn’t be having sex. So then I said that I would at least wait until I was definitely in love, which is why I can’t do this. I’m not necessarily saying that I don’t love you, because I might, but I might not too. I just don’t know. And I can’t just guess because that’s a huge thing – I have to know. And… and…”

And what? And I’m the world’s biggest tease? And I dragged you all the way back to my room in the middle of the night to change my mind? And I know I’ve kept you waiting forever. And I’m sure you’re going to be mad at me? She didn’t even know what she was trying to say.

“I’m sorry,” was what she settled on, feeling terrible. Absolutely, fully, completely terrible.