<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/Tyler-Hoechlin-7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Carter Neville<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Nitro<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Walking with Chloe at the park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chloe<br/><hr/><br/>"As often as I need to, I guess..." he said, shrugging.  He caught the flash of red on her cheeks, and he smiled, turning to face her.  His other hand took her own, and he gently squeezed both of her hands with his own.  At her comment, his gaze drifted down, past her full round breasts to her curvaceous body.  She was gorgeous to him, and at that moment, he'd have liked nothing more than to beat the snot out of those bullies that had ridiculed her.<br/><br/>"I don't like heads on sticks..." he said, stepping in closer to her, his lips hovering near her own.  "I like a girl with curves...you're incredibly sexy, Chloe.  It's all I can do to keep my hands off of you.  And I know we just met, and I know you don't know me and I don't know you, but...damn, Chloe.  All I can think about is wrapping you up in my arms and making love to you until neither of us can move..."<br/><br/>Before waiting for her to respond, he kissed her again, his hands rising to her cheeks, holding her gently as his tongue danced over her own.  He pressed in closer to her, his body pressing against her own.  His desire was very obvious at that point, pressing as it was into her hip, the speedster moaning slightly at the contact.  He knew that he should back off, that he didn't want to scare Chloe away...but a bigger part of him wanted to do just what he'd said, and the war between the two urges was slowly being won by his more baser instincts.