<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/Domino_zpsojujanwd.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Gray Jersey (open)</del>, navy sports bra, baggy jeans, canvas belt, Converse<br/><strong>Location | Date:</strong> Skate Park | September 10th, 10am - ?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Anybody watching her would have thought it took a fucking Ph,D. to remove a single article of clothing. So intent was she on <em>not</em> looking at Shane in an effort to keep from letting her tongue slip, that it seemed the whole of her attention was focused in on that single, simple task. And yet, the whole time she felt as if every cell in her body were unnaturally attuned to her best friend, each one of the traitorous little bastards poised on edge and damn near quivering with the desire for Shane to do something. Hell, <em>anything</em>!<br/><br/>It seemed to take all damn day but finally the jersey came free of her arms, leaving her toned torso bare but for a sports bra that did nothing to disguise what her mother liked to call "an ample bust". She had just caught the shirt up with the intention to fold it and set it aside--why was she taking it off again?--when Shane spoke. Her tone sounded similar to when she'd slipped earlier only this time there was no sudden choking to follow it. The sound of her nickname made her eyes squeeze shut for a second but a second was all. Resolved to simply block all this mess out she sat again, still pointedly not looking at Shane, and was about to set her jersey atop her own bag when she felt it, a soft press of lips to her heated skin that made her knees weaken. <br/><br/>Thank goodness she'd sat her behind back down or she might have embarrassed herself and fallen. As it was there was suddenly a lump in her throat and her eyelashes fluttered as Shane's voice feathered soft puffs of air against her ear. <br/><br/><strong><em>"What do you want? Tell me."</em></strong><br/><br/>Her heart had never beat so hard or fast. Dear gawd but why now?! They'd had close calls before but it had never... <em>she</em> had never felt like this. Hell, she couldn't even recall--<em>No. Don't go there, D. You wanna do this, then fine. But don't make more of it then it needs to be.</em><br/><br/>But did she actually want to do this?<br/><br/>Domino licked her lips and slowly turned her head to look at Shane, her breath easing past her parted lips. Immediately she knew. Looking at those blue eyes and those distractingly pouty lips she <span class="bbc_u">knew</span> it was a bad idea. It was all wrong and it was going to blow up in her face at some point. There was no other way things could go. They were friends, good friends, and they needed to simply stay that way! But she wanted to know. Needed to. It was like a physical ache all of a sudden, the thrum picking up to match the rapid beat of her pulse. Hell, even the apparent wrongness of it seemed to make it harder to show the common sense she was sure she possessed. Domino had never been able to best her own curiosity. It was why she was at this school to begin with and it seemed she hadn't learned. <br/><br/>So Domino leaned closer, her hand coming up to catch hold of Shane's t-shirt and pull her closer. "This is such a bad idea, but I'd rather show you," she whispered a second before their lips touched.</span>