<div class="floatleft">(http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/3867/claudialynxnovember2011.jpg)</div><strong> Name:</strong>Lara Avery<br/><strong> Nom De Guerre:</strong>Tempest or some of the others students have called her typhoon or destruction<br/><strong> Position/Grade:</strong>student<br/><strong> Location:</strong>Connors room<br/><strong> Tagging:</strong>Connor<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=44342316)<br/><br/>Lara felt his hand on her cheek, the warmth that spread along her skin. And remember how good it felt just to have him close. She took a breath and tried to keep anything from showing on her face.<strong> "I'm starting to think you really are a mad scientist. Because you have to be crazy to think that."</strong>she said with a soft laugh. Keeping her composure as well as she could. Fighting the urge to just wrap her arms around him and let his warmth work through her whole body.<br/><br/>The second time he touched her cheek she felt that tension return. The familiar feeling when her stomach tied in knots and her chest tighten. She knew it was because he cared...because she cared. And she knew that it could just end badly for both of them. Yet she was too selfish to walk away.<strong> "I'll take your word for it than. You’re the brains of this operation after all."</strong>she said with what laugh she could manage with her throat as tight as it was.<br/><br/>Thankfully he changed the subject and allowed her to breathe once more. The towel landing on her head as he asked how much she trusted him. As she thought for a moment one hand came up and pulled at the towel enough to peek at the now rather naked backside. She bit her lip and forced back the images that seemed to plague her mind now a days. Looking away when she notice him looking back at her.<br/><br/>In truth she trusted him with her life; she just didn't trust herself with his.<strong>"You know I trust you. I mean I've let you see my lucky underwear and everything.' </strong>she said laughing as she pulled the towel the rest of the way from her head. With one hand holding the towel she used the other to pull her shirt up and over her head. It was in fact soaked and would need a few moments to dry. Her black strapless bar was a beautiful contrast to her tan skin.<strong> "Hypnotize me?"</strong>she asked as she started to dry herself off,<strong>"You’re not going to make me cluck like a chicken are you?" </strong>she looked up at him eying him playfully.<strong> "What would messing with my head do for my powers anyway?"</strong>she asked trying to figure out where he was going with his idea.<br/>