Waking Up (Tag Greenlee)

[Raphael D'Aubert]

5:00 A.M.

Gray eyes snapped open in a brief moment of terror, bringing the eighteen year-old immediately from the realm of the sleeping into reality. The dreams he had the night prior were terrifying visions of a flaming sky, a dilapidated city, and a single little girl with haunting eyes stalking after him, a knife in hand.

Gasping pitifully for breath, Raphael D'Aubert fumbled around blindly in his bed before finally realizing his bearings. He was in his house (a mansion, to be exact), far away from the horrific images that had flashed before his eyes on seconds ago in his nightmares.

A soft moan came from his side, reminding him that Greenlee Reid was still there. After a particularly heavy night of reveling at "La Tenia" (in which Raphael had succeeded magnificently in his objective of corrupting the younger girl's innocence), both of them came home to Raphael's gigantic Modernist abode, stripped down to absolute nothing, and spent the rest of their waking hours having (as Raphael would later reminisce) "wild and savage monkey sex" in the master bedroom before collapsing to a fitful slumber in their exhaustion.

To his surprise, it was pretty good.. and the girl was a lot more limber that she originally let on.

Of course, that was of no importance to him right now as he trembled pitifully under the covers of his silk sheets. With great care, he slowly untangled his own limbs from the girl next to him, a task that was particularly difficult due to the complicated position he and Greenlee were in.

Her flexibility was... astonishing.. and made it exceptionally hard for Raphael to extricate himself from her person. Despite this, he managed, and promptly rose up from bed.

The strong, powerful scent of last night's arduous "experience" was still on his body. Standing amidst a ram shackled bedroom, Raphael took care to avoid the torn condom wrappers and discarded clothing on the floor, slowly sneaking off to an outside balcony for a breath of fresh air. A pill bottle sitting upright on his bedside drawer was snatched up with one fluid whisk of his hand, popping several pills in his mouth before tossing them carelessly onto the bedroom floor.

Pentazemin
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It was still dark outside and a few ornate street lamps gave a bit of illumination to the streets of Beverley Hills below. Thankfully, it wasn't enough to reveal Raphael's completely exposed body for prying eyes, though it was highly unlikely anyone was awake to peep at this hour of day.

The cool breeze of early morning felt wonderful on his naked flesh and Raphael couldn't help but close his eyes in pleasure at the sensation. Within a matter of seconds, he could feel the intense build-up of anxiety deep within his body begin to be suppressed by the emotion-numbing effects of Pentazemin, melting away the fragments of guilt, sorrow, and fear that had so gripped his soul moments ago..

Greenlee was still there..

He smiled, his characteristic wicked streak coming back.. Raphael remembered every single minute of their intense and climactic bedroom encounter, a tangible Maelstrom of skin and sweat that had left both Greenlee and (surprising especially to him) reduced to sweating imbeciles unable to communicate on his velvet-red triposter bed.

For Greenlee, it was a sexual awakening..

For Raphael... Well... To be frankly honest, he had no idea what to make of girl.. Other than he was impressed..

[Greenlee Reid]

Greenlee did not start out the night with the intention of ending up in a strangers bed. Well the guy was certainly not a stranger anymore. Although was he really a stranger. Rafe went to her school, he had been watching her, he put flowers in her locker, he was sweet, he was romantic and he liked her, or so he claimed... so to Greenlee these were the pros to why she should go home with him. It was obvious Rafe was the kind of guy who was use to getting girls in bed. He was a devilish, sexual, smart, wicked, charming, sweet kind of guy who liked adventure and to have a good time. So that's exactly what Greenlee became.

Her innocence was gone. Replaced by a girl whose loyalty lied with the man with the piercing Grey eyes and the wonderful, masculine body she enjoyed so much the night before. Wow. Who knew sex could be like that. Who knew how many times they did it, but she had not been sleeping for long. A few hours at best. Greenlee knew she was flexible. A trait many guys found appealing. Ones who wanted to use her anyway. Only Rafe got the full benefit of her flexibility. The price one pays for being a gymnast...then again the price part depends on who you ask.

With the way things went last night Greenlee was sure Rafe was thanking the gods he could see past her coffee accident. Only now Greenlee had to deal with the consequence. She was easy. She slept with a guy without technically dating him. Yes they went out, but it had not been a date. So now she had to deal with the whole...would Rafe want to see her again.....would he think she was a slut and tell her to get out...would he still want to be her friend..would he still like her...had Rafe used her...

All the questions bouncing around in her head. Only herself to blame cause she came back to his beautiful house, she slept with him. She made the choice. So what came next was her own doing. Greenlee slowly stirred from her sleep as her nerves got the better of her. She checked her phone. No missed calls. Not a surprise. She highly doubted her aunt and uncle knew she was missing, or noticed for that matter.

It was a little after 5am as she heard someone roaming around. She looked. Up and saw Rafe on the balcony. This was a first to be honest. She looked down at her naked body and pulled the cover up. She saw clothes scattered on the floor along with at least one maybe two wrappers. There was no mistaking what happened. It had not been a dream. Greenlee had some wild, amazing sex. That was the truth. She eyed Rafe once more and his nicely sculpted body. She swallowed some air. This was going to be interesting.

Yet Greenlee could handle it. She was like him now, she could handle anything. So Greenlee got out of bed and made her way to the balcony, "Couldn't sleep?" Her voice sounded soft and innocent, but if you listened closely enough you could hear the edge, the passion, the enjoyment....

[Raphael D'Aubert]

"No.." replied Raphael, staring aimlessly into the darkness, "Bad dreams..."

He bit his lip at the how easy it had been to express this to the girl and privately childed himself for the minor slip. Raphael D'Aubert never confided in anyone about the intricate workings of his tormented mind and would damned if he started now with this girl.

Still, the nightmare had been a particularly vivid and horrifying one.. One that still burned itself deep into memory. Visions of the dream still flashed briefly before the young man's piercing gray eyes and (to be frank) scared the shit out of him.

It was early moments such as these when Raphael was honestly not a horrible person.. The wake of a terrifying nightmare often scratched away the thick armor of cruelty and malice his had on to reveal a genuinely tormented soul, scared and hardened by years of harsh living and abuse.

"So..." he commented, smiling at the girl's sudden appearance by his side, "I guess you can ride a stick... I'm impressed.."

He chuckled softly, the evil temporarily gone from his soul, and offered a hand. In one smooth motion, he pulled Greenlee closer to him, taking advantage of the heat generated from her naked body. Wrapping one arm tightly around her waist, Raphael slowly ran his hands over every feminine curve with delicate care, almost as if contemplating the gravity of life with every sensuous stroke.

"I've always had bad dreams.." spoke Raphael, frowning bitterly at his own words, "I guess it's God's way of punishing a wicked sinner like me for the terrible life I've lived..."

"Too bad..."

"But... I suppose it's a decent tradeback for how much I've rised over the years.. I originally started off in a French orphanage when I was a kid. My mother died shortly after I was born, and... well.. I guess I went to the 'Rose Garden'.."

He shook his head at the very thought of the horrible place and promptly changed the subject, bringing the girl's head back to his in a savagely lustful kiss. Tongue in her mouth, he vigorously explored the moist crevices of her teeth with a passionate force that almost seemed wrong.

The wickedness had returned once more, bringing with it Raphael's dark charisma and mystique.

"I'm keeping you, girl..." he whispered huskily, gripping Greenlee tighter. "You and I together are too much fun.. Not that I mind, seeing as the both of us enjoyed last night excessively.."

"You can stay with me, if you'd like, and live here... I could always use a bit of company in and out of the bedroom and judging by the way you say your adopted parents treat you, I'd say they probably wouldn't give two shit's worth about you staying with me.."

Raphael chuckled darkly, wrapping an arm around the girl's throat in a very primal fashion. It was moments like these, when he was in complete control of the situation and exerting the full extent of his overwhelming dominance, that he enjoyed the most.

"I like you." he continued, pressing the side of his face next to hers, "And you're mine.. Every delicious little inch of you is mine.."

[Greenlee Reid]

Greenlee looked at him through the barely lit darkness as he spoke. "We all have bad dreams, but the way you are talking, your sound really bad." She purred against his skin as she traced his body softly. "You doubted me...that is your loss." She commented. Greenlee could not play the game like Rafe. She got use to they way he spoke and moved. Sure she will probably slip up every now and then. But for now, all she had to do was play it cool, be a tease, and confident. "I never tell a lie. If you think last night was me driving a stick, then you have seen nothing yet." Her words playful and teasing.

Greenlee let out a chuckle as Rafe pulled her closer. "So tell me about these bad dreams. Perhaps if you talk about them they might not be so scary..." She suggested. Only his next words peeked her interest more. She pushed back off his body, but stayed in his embrace,"And just why is god punishing you.... why would you be a sinner...besides what we did last night. " She wondered just what secrets his orbs hide...why were his words so cryptic.

"A rose garden is suppose to be beautiful...so why do your words suggest that the rose garden you are referring to was more sinister." Greenlee only knew because the only way to become a chameleon was to know the person you were conforming to. Although she was really just going based on what Rafe said, and twisting the words based on his reaction. it was not hard, it was a trick psychics used to con people.

For a nice girl Greenlee knew tricks. Then again you did not know her parents. She was born and raised in Hawaii but different parts of the state. Her parents were grifters....con artist. No wonder she had a need to belong, she was never in one place long enough. So she knew tricks.

Greenlee was shocked by the kiss, but she responded. OF course Rafe had more force then her but she did not back down. Instead she laced her fingers in his hair and pulled on it slightly. She was even more speechless by his claim over her. Part of her felt terrified at the idea. She was his...what the hell did that mean. Greenlee looked into his eyes and was about to speak.

Then he suggested she move in with him. Wow this was a lot. For a moment she would admit she was scared, but the way he touched her. The way he kissed her and the night in bed, not to mention her desperate need to be liked. How could she say no. Her weakness.

"You only got that information out of me after I had what three drinks." She smirked. Then his hand wrapped around her in a possessive manor and she sucked in a breath as he spoke of basically owning her, "We will see about that. What if I find someone better then you."

Greenlee was back, playing the dark, mysterious game. "Although I doubt you will find any girl better then me....you have a deal."

[Raphael D'Aubert]

Raphael chuckled darkly, pulling the girl into another passionate lip lock.

"You ask too many questions." he replied, stifling any further comments from Greenlee with a detailed inspection of her mouth with his own tongue. "But.. Don't mention the Rose Garden again in my presence. To be frank, some rooms shouldn't be opened.. Especially the ones in which you don't belong in.."

With powerful arms, the young man lifted the girl off the ground and carried her like a child back to bedroom, gently depositing her back in the comfort of the velvet tri-poster. Stretching out lazily in a yawn, Raphael allowed every inch of his lean muscular frame to flex, chisled tendons and sinew radiating sheer masculine power with his every breath. Years of athletic and combative conditioning (coupled with an extremely hard life) had ripped the softness from the young man's body, replacing it with a superbly defined body akin to the statues of Michaelangelo.

Only the presence of countless scars prevented Raphael's body from reaching true perfection. Long, wicked, and vicious in appearance, each told a story of abuse.. Having been inflicted by many individuals during Raphael's eighteen years of life.

"We've still got a bit of time..." suggested Raphael, playfully stroking the insides of Greenlee's legs with the tips of his fingers.

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6:15 A.M.

Pulling on a pair of black socks, Raphael glanced coyly in the direction of the open bathroom several meters away from his bed. After another hour of vigorous lovemaking, the pair washed each other off (at Raphael's suggestion) in the shower stall, enjoying another few minutes of excess beneath the warm jets of water.

"Are you almost finished?" he called out to Greenlee, zipping up a pair of black slacks.

The adjacent mirror revealed a devilishly handsome (though still slightly wet) man of eighteen years old clad in a red button-up longsleeve with a thin black tie. Black shoes polished to a brilliant hue topped off his appearance and gave him a look of pleasant sophistication without coming off too dressy.

"The keys to the Bentley are on the bathroom counter," added Raphael, grinning at his reflection. "I know you've taken quite a bit to the Bentley, so I'll be more than happy to let you take the wheel.."

"We'll need to make a few errands before school starts, though... If you don't mind coming along. One of my 'friends' is in the hospital, and I figure it would be a great idea to visit him."

[Greenlee Reid]

Greenlee shut up as he continued to possess her mouth like he did. Although then mention of the Rose Garden and and a room she could not go in made Greenlee very curious. Just what was this 'Rose Garden'. Of course Greenlee would listen and never mention the Rose Garden again, but that did not mean she would not look or search to find out what it was.

Only Rafe would not have to know about it. Greenlee smirked when Rafe lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. She knew what would happen. She admired his body, and the way he looked. So powerful and dangerous. How could such a girl resist. "Then I guess I am yours."

From there it went like she expected. Now it was time to get dressed after a very invigorating shower. Greenlee was starving as she finished getting dressed and using the bathroom. She came out in the same outfit from the night before. Which had been washed. She threw it in and then into the dryer during the night during a break they took. Which was not a long break.

"I hope food is involved in those errands. This time its my treat." Greenlee had her own money. She did inherit her parents money, which might not be much, but it was enough. So she had plenty of spending money. "So...assuming you were serious about me living here...I doubt you would object to me packing some things from my house to bring here.....where exactly would I be sleeping?" Greenlee locked eyes with him as she asked her question and finished with her shoes.

"I am ready. I hope your friend is okay.I don't mind going at all....you should visit your friend. Its sad that he is in the hospital." Greenlee said being serious. She felt bad for his friend. Hospitals were scary. Although she had no idea just who this friend was. "Sorry to hear about it. I promise to get you there quick." She smiled as she picked up the keys.