<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">Did Rowan want more? Of course she did. She was half animal, and the scent of Melinda drove her feral side over the edge. She wanted much much more. But could she live and work with Melinda afterword? Or would it be entirely too awkward? These thoughts scampered through her head as she tried to decide. Beer definitely sounded like the safer option. But 'more' sounded better. <br/>
<br/>
Rowan bit down on her lip before letting out a tortured groan. “Why are you doing this to me...” She half whined, though the lust could be heard in her voice as well.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd">XoXoXoXoX<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">Holly's head felt like it was splitting in two in her stomach was threatening reject the meal she'd eaten just before her walk turned nightmare. In her panic she hadn't paid much attention to the pain her mutation was causing her everytime it was triggered. But now that she was alone on the somewhat quiet street she felt it crushing down on her. <br/>
<br/>
She moved slowly to the edge of the side walk, sitting down on the curb. She smoothed out her knee length skit before fishing in her coat pocket of her bottle of pain killers. She fumbled with the lid for a minute before popping the top and shaking out two round pills. She put them in her mouth and swallowed them. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd">XoXoXoXoX</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#98fb98">Bobby smiled at the question. “Yea you can leave. But I doubt you'll want to. Its a pretty decent place. I've lived there for the past four years.” He said, Scott was already ahead of him moving towards the jet to confer with Rogue and Storm about the other two mutants.</span>