<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/TerranMarksTattooscopy_zps4ac9f738.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Terran Marks<br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Witch, Earth Deity<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Brown cargo pants (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/Men-s-Fashion-Casual-Pants-AMMP70004-_zps5b69c503.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st: 1:00pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kendall Wood: Domum Heli<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Christa, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Terran smiled back at Christa. He watched as she tugged at her restraints. All she had to do was tell him she wanted out of them. He certainly did love watching her squirm when he teased her, though. He nodded his head as she told him to forget about everything and only to concentrate on what they were doing right then. She wanted him to forget about Aiden, Cali, everything that was distracting him. He needed to put it out of his mind not only for now, but all together, or he would never go through with it. They would never get that damn crest and Aiden might as well throw a celebration party, cause then he would have won.<br/><br/>He slid off the side of the bed as he unzipped his cargo pants. He slid them off, kicked them to the side and then he moved back on to the bed. Slowly, he crawled over Christa, kissing his way up her body.<strong><acronym title="What do you want, my queen?">"Quid vultis, regina?"</acronym></strong>Terran laid over her and picked up a piece of her red hair, playing with it as he stared down in her eyes. God, she was so beautiful.<strong>"Hmmm?</strong>He knew that he didn't deserve her. His member pressed against her, hard and ready, but he didn't move to take her with it, yet.