<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/993313_481209498633488_913675242_n.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Christa Kendall</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Light<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">ish</span>Witch - Air Deity<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>faded blue Daisy Dukes, top same as picture, sneakers</del><br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st: 2:23pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kendall Wood: Domum Heli<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Terran, open<br/><hr/><br/>Christa had made a great deal of mistakes in her life, far more than her fair share. She knew she wasn't perfect, but even with all her mistakes in her past, even with how much his family hated her, he still loved her, he still believed that she was capable of being a good person. He pushed her forward, and helped her to understand things that she otherwise didn't. He was her guardian angel, but even then he was more than that.<br/><br/>For Christa Terran was a god, and not just any god but her god. He was something she never thought she'd see, never thought she'd feel, and certainly never planned on having in her bed with her, night after night. It was all a dream, just a wonderful dream. Where she meant as much to him as he meant to her. As they kissed she took in the magic of it all, the sheer lust, the deadly passion, the never ending love that the two of them shared. That was her strength, he was her strength.<br/><br/>As his hands traced over her body she moaned softly into their kiss, his touch melted her, to nothing more than a puddle on the floor. He knew this, in fact she believed it was one reason he enjoyed touching her as much as he did. He seemed to live to please her. Throwing a leg over both of his she straddled over his lap, resting her elbows on each side of his head, to steady herself  as they continued to kiss while she lightly ran her fingers through his hair.