<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/allamerican/images/4/42/Cody_Christian.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20190510223633)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21st 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>4:37 PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Back in Brion & Helena’s shared bedroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Chilling with Helena, Beers 5+<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Helena: Closed<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Brion searched Helena's face. Batman would describe it as taking in breathing rate, pupil dilation and examining micro-expressions. Maybe that was going on in the back of his head, but right now he was just a man hoping that he didn't go too far and gush about her. It had to be the pointed truth focused on her, not some more generalized words you could share with law enforcement. He'd kept his feelings from her to himself for so long, this was dangerous ground for him.<br/><br/>They were on beer five or six, which for him meant very little since he couldn't get inebriated ever since he gained his powers. For someone 5' 10" and at a hundred and forty pounds of fighting muscle, well the effects were clearly obvious. She'd mellowed out during their dinner, playful voice, like full on smiles and having a good time. It was difficult to accept but maybe they made better friends than they could have been as a couple. Her wet hair with those scents that were slowly driving him crazy wasn't helping. But once again all she did was take a shower, she wan't trying to seduce him by getting clean.<br/><br/>In the midst of him trying to make himself believe that it would be better if they remained only friends she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. Helena's scent was so much stronger now, the soft feel of her skin against his made him want to sigh with happiness. A lot of people get angry or even bitter when they are drunk, Helena's personality was happy. He rubbed back and forth just getting a little tactile enjoyment. It took the edge off of him wanting to pull her forward and crush her to his chest.<br/><br/>He had to breathe evenly to retain calm. She was being friendly, letting her guard down.<em>God she smells wonderful</em>And then she kissed him and for the first time he was he was truly afraid that he didn't have the self control to handle his own feelings for her. She was the girl that he compared any of the others to since coming to America. He'd been going to University for two years and somehow managed to never hookup with anyone because of ...things...studies...training...lack of time...sure.<em>Please stop, I don't know if I'll be able to stop you if you don't.</em><br/><br/>The palm on his face the other hand caressing his ear should have been a hint that this wasn't going to stop but he'd spent so much time being smitten by her that the last thing he wanted to do was resist her. When her tongue was in his mouth he had no doubts in his mind. He wanted her. Needed her to be his. They would not be better off or happier as friends. When he felt her breasts against his chest, it didn't matter that there was this thin piece of cloth between them. He wanted to pin her down on her bed after tearing her clothes off and claim her for hours.<br/><br/>In his mind he'd always imagined making love to Helena. She was his angel, there was soft lighting, her favorite music in the background and everything was white, like the bed and sheets to the clothes they were wearing at the start. After that kiss his mind knew it would not be like that the first time. It would be raw nearly animal fucking, like they couldn't get enough of each other.<br/><br/>But right now he found the strength to do the hardest thing in his life that didn't involve someone dying. Brion held her shoulders and made himself push her away. "<strong>You're not acting like yourself. We can't do this. I only have one heart and it would break if I ended up being your drunken mistake that you regretted.</strong>" He was the sober one. He had to make this hard decision. If she really had feelings for him that she wanted to explore they would be there in the morning too.<em>This is the adult and responsible thing. She's my friend. I don't take advantage of my friends.</em>He repeated that as a litany in his mind.<br/><br/>"<strong>I need to take a shower. We can still talk.</strong>" he promises her. He left to take the longest and coldest shower he could.<br/>