Tamora: Paranormal Academy (NOW RUNNING ACCEPTING ANY AND ALL CHARACTERS :D)

"Oh," Eliza said, blinking. She'd never seen any of them, but she'd always wanted to. Mainly to laugh at how clumsy the main character was. "Umbrella Corp," she rolled her eyes, "because they're so intimidating." She looked over at Left and smiled.

Left chuckled. "You've got that right," he teased right back at her. Umbrella Corp too, who came up with names like that? He could easily name a dozen more organizations that were much scarier than Umbrella Corp and Tamora was fighting them all off.

"Heh, yeah," Eliza crossed her arms over her chest and rested her chin on her knees. Despite herself, she found that she became relaxed within a matter of minutes. She would've never expected to feel this at ease with someone like Left around. A former... nemesis. He'd gone from arch enemy to... tall... nice hair... sweaty in the Geo-gym...

Left had no idea what he was doing when he slowly leaned closer to her and gently took her wrist to turn her attention away from the movie for a moment. "Eliza..." he said softly, meeting her gaze.

Eliza slowly straightened and pulled her gaze away from the tv to look at her wrist, and then up at him. "Left, what's this about?" She frowned, looking down at her wrist again. There had to be some viable reason he'd be touching her. Maybe her marks had flashed without her noticing. But the green of his eyes seemed more intense, his touch like fire, and for some reason adrenaline buzzed in her head.

Left quirked a small grin, which only betrayed his nervousness for a moment. "Don't kill me," he teased her lightly before closing the distance between them and gently brushing his lips over hers.

Eliza gasped against his lips, her eyes popping open as her reflexes took over. Her fist had balled up, and before she knew it she was punching him right in the jaw. "What the hell!" she exclaimed, breathing heavily. She wasn't even sure how to feel.

"Shit," Left said, rubbing his jaw. "Well, I guess I had that one coming," he muttered, "Well, why do you think I would have tried that in the first place?" he answered, his body tensing a little in case she decided to attack him again.

"You idiot!" She shoved him away, licking her lips and swallowing, searching his infuriatingly handsome face for some sort of answer. "That's not how you should've done that." Not that there was any proper way. Realizing she still had a hold of his shoulders, instead of keeping him away from her, she closed the distance between them.

Her lips were right over his, but not touching. Not brushing against her's like he'd done before. "If you're going to do it," she whispered, "you do it." And this time, she kissed him right on the lips with her heart pounding into her throat.

Left's eyes widened when he realized that she was kissing him, really kissing him. His arms wrapped around her waist as he brought her into his lap. He kissed her back forcfully before pulling away just long enough to say "You're right," before catching her lips with his again. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he could feel hers pounding in time with his as well.

Eliza hadn't even been sure if she'd wanted to kiss him before. But when his lips yielded against hers, some internal polar ice cap had melted, warming her just about everywhere. Before she knew it, she was actually in his lap, his soft lips moving against hers in such a demanding way that her lips parted, eliciting a gasp. Air or shock, she wasn't sure. Should she question the meaning of this?

The small sound of her gasp as her lips parted, hit something hard in Left's chest. He tilted his head lightly into hers and cupped her cheek to keep her close as his tongue stroked hers before trailing against her bottom lip. Gods, he could barely believe that he was actually kissing her.

"Oh," Eliza breathed, blinking at the sensation of his tongue. She licked her bottom lip where he had just as he was doing just the same. The feeling of his tongue against hers felt albeit a little odd but in an entirely new and pleasant way. Her hands went to either side of his neck as she tilted her head closer to him, this time letting their tongues slide together more firmly. Oh... she thought to herself again, mesmerized.

Left almost hummed at the sound of her soft, blissful "oh" after his tongue had first touched hers. He caught her lips again and slowly deepened the kiss, coaxing her tongue with his own. One of his hands dug into her soft, thick hair, cupping the base of her skull, while the other stayed wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him. He took his time with their kiss, keeping the pressure but enjoy every moment of it.

Eliza found herself trying to get closer to him, but felt like her sweater was in the way. She pulled away with a gasp, lifting it up and over her head and immediately picking up where they left off, squeezing his shoulders. Everything was overwhelming in a good way.

The smell of him, the taste of him, the warmth and power vibrating off of him.

///

"Oh my god it's him!" Some girl whispered fiercely to her friend and nudged her so hard that the girl nearly toppled over. They both straightened as the man passed them and stared after him as he walked down the gate.

He didn't look a day over thirty, was six foot seven, bronze-skinned and muscular. His uniquely colored brown hair was slightly curling around his temples, but was blown back as he entered the airport and scanned the crowd instinctively.

People that were passing by seemed at first startled, and then stared at him in amazement. The flight attendants that had mooned over him before now scurried out of the gate after him with their bags and stared back at him as they left.

At their display, he looked toward them and made eye contact with one, and then motioned them over. They squealed a little and gripped at each other, and walked--or more like vibrated--their way back to him.

"Yes sir?" One of them breathed, craning her head back to look up at him with a dopey grin on her face.

Jonathan lowered his voice as he spoke. "If I become too recognizable, you know what happens right?" They stared at him blankly. He sighed and leaned down a little, "The people I have to catch will know I'm coming."

The women both stared at each other, wide-eyed, and then looked back up at him and nodded.

"Sorry sir," the blonde breathed, swallowing hard.

The other nodded, "Yes, Mr. Nyx. I'm so sorry. It won't happen again… Would you like a hat and some sunglasses?"

The blonde nodded so rapidly at her friends suggestion that Jonathan actually started to chuckle. "I'll be just fine. Just don't encourage others. It's hard to glamour when I have a hundred or more pairs of eyes on me."

Still wide-eyed, they both nodded. He paused for a moment and then cocked an eyebrow. "Well, go on then," he made a shooing motion. It was like something had lit a match under them. They hooked their arms through each other's and rushed away without looking back.

Jonathan turned around swiftly, the features that which made him stand out now masked. He breathed a sigh of relief and reminded himself to glamour sooner next time. Humans in this area must be more susceptible than most.

He continued his trek to luggage retrieval and tried his best to be polite when people shoved him away even though he'd gotten there before most of them had. Every time he seemed to get close to grabbing his suitcase, someone pushed him out of the way to fetch theirs.

It got to the point where he was scowling and standing behind the milling, impatient humans, tapping his foot. Then someone strode directly past him, grazing his arm with theirs in the process.

He'd had it.

Just as soon as he reached out to the person, he let his arm drop when he realized who it was. He shook his head, scowl morphing into an expression of amusement.

He saw her long black hair as she shoved her way through layers and layers of humans. He shuddered a little. Humans were… gross. Well, most of them anyway. Some of them were okay.

"Move it, bitches!" Elle called out and shoved a fat, middle aged woman so hard that she fell into about six or seven other people. They all went down like dominos.

"Hey," some guy growled at Elle. "What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just shove someone like that!"

Jonathan's head tilted slowly to the side.

"Oh yeah?" Elle gave him a toothy grin and stepped closer, challenging him. "And just what the fuck are you going to do about it, huh?"

The boy straightened and folded his arms across his chest, trying to look furious but unable to hide a small smile from his eyes. "I'm not above hitting a girl."

"Well excuuuuse me," she twirled and gestured to humans with an outstretched arm. "My poor grandfather has been trying to get his luggage for ten minutes, but these stupid people won't let him through, even though he was here before them!"

The wild hand gestures and their seemingly fierce argument had cleared a path to the conveyer belt. The humans and security were now gaping at the things Elle and this boy were shouting at each other.

At one point, Jonathan wanted to step in and punch him himself, but he spotted his luggage in that clear path that Elle had made and went to grab it as quick as he could. After he reached his previous surveying spot, he saw Elle sock the boy in the fact.

"Elle!" he shouted. She should know better than to do that to humans.

"What?"

With a start, he looked beside him and saw her standing their, hair slightly mussed. She looked down at her watch and then up at him innocently.

"But… you were just…"

Elle grinned up at him in that endearing 'cat ate the fish' way she often did. "Modern technology gramps, gotta love it. Once security takes them in, they'll just… disappear like they were never here in the first place."

"Even from the human's memories," another voice on the other side of him said. He looked up and saw the same boy that Elle had been arguing with. He stuck his hand out and, a little bewildered despite himself, Jonathan shook it.

"Jameson sir. A pleasure to meet you." He made firm, easy eye contact, and his smile seemed relaxed, so Jonathan smiled back.

"Can I assume you two are partners?" He asked and looked back at his grand daughter, who was now leading them away from the area.

"Yep," she said, sounding matter-of-fact and happy about it. He looked over at Jameson again and thought that maybe he could see why. Before he could make sure that in fact, they were not fornicating, Elle said, "You're getting soft."

He forgot about everything else and looked indignant, "I am not," he defended. "I was trying to be polite, despite the fact that they weren't."

"Humans need a firm hand, pops," Elle said, chastising him. He couldn't believe it. "Anyway, I'm glad to see you. You still look the same."

"Yeah, well," he allowed and followed her out to a large black truck. It was nice. Sleek, looked very safe. He frowned at Elle, "Where is your car?"

"This is Jameson's truck. It's really nice, you'll love it." Elle took his luggage and tossed it in the back seat along with herself. Jonathan took the front passenger seat and stretched his legs out, grinning.

"You like it?" Jameson asked and grinned at him as he started it. "She has a hemi, too. Custom made. Cost a pretty penny."

Jonathan smoothed his hands over the dash as he'd buckled in and nodded. "Nice taste," he said, which he supposed was a lot coming from him. He could smell happiness hanging in the air, utterly sweet. For some reason, that reminded him of why he'd made this trip in the first place.

"How is Eliza?" he asked Elle. The pause made him turn around slightly to look at her.

He narrowed his eyes. "What?"

She shook her head.

"You'll tell me," he said surely as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth.

The swallow she took was visible. "Uh, well… she uh… she's going on a date."

Jonathan's eyes widened, face reddening as he burst, "A what?" He shook his head angrily. "Who is responsible for this?" he demanded.

"I don't know," Elle held her hands up. "Ask Eliza! Maybe it was her partner. The guy she's been staying with while she waits for her dorm to be fixed." She squeezed her eyes shut and winced.

"What?" he asked in soft, dangerous voice. "She has a partner? She's staying with him?" When Elle nodded, his face relaxed into expressionlessness. Well, he'd just have to see about that.

///

The sound of Left's door groaning off of its hinges startled her out of a kiss coma. She pulled away from him slowly, still tasting him in her mouth. Now she knew what everyone meant by swapping spit.

She'd always thought it was disgusting but now...not so much. Though that thought shriveled and died at who she saw standing in the doorway.

"So I ask you to wait a few days and here you are," he said in a low voice, tilting his head at them. He looked murderous.

Left's head jerked to see who was at the door, still hazed from the heated kissing. When he saw who it was, only two words passed through his thoughts. Well, fuck. He had to show up the moment Eliza had slipped out of her shirt, as well. His muscles tensed, with the murderous look on the wolf's face his immediate reaction was to prepare to fight, he handed Eliza her sweater back and licked his now dry lips, which didn't help because he only taste her on them. "Mr. Nyx..." Left said, his eyes flickering towards Eliza.

Eliza took a few more startled blinks and then slowly removed herself from his lap, tossing the sweater over her shoulder. "Dad. Hi." She laughed a little nervously, eyes flicking from her enraged and blue-in-the-face father to Left.

"Eliza--" he started, voice loud and posture tense as he approached, looking at the back of Left's head like it was a bullseye.

She was frantic, didn't know what to say so she just blurted, rather idiotically. "It's not what it looks like." Her eyes went wide as she watched confusion flicker across his face.

"Isn't it?"

"No," Eliza wet her lips and looked back down at Left. "We-we were just doing a homework assignment." She blinked, gazing back at her father. "For Seduction. Isn't that right, Left?"

Left nodded. "We've been paired up again for this class," he told Jonathan. "The teacher thought it would be...funny," he added.

"Yeah..." Eliza trailed, looking back at Left again. He knew she despised Tagma, and Tagma knew that herself. "She has a very ah... brazen sense of humor. In fact, see--" Eliza pointedly slapped Left upside his head and laughed nervously. "He's still as annoying as ever."

Her father grumbled, but he appeared to have accepted her very plausible explanation. "Right, well there's no way in hell I'm trusting you to stay with this boy another night. Go and gather your things, we'll be staying with Elise."

"Dad--"

"Don't argue with me, Eliza," he tilted his head down, voice firm.

She could smell and feel his wolf, angry and dominate, hanging and pressing the air around them. It was all she could do not to whimper. "There is no way in hell I'm staying with Elise. Besides, you have bigger problems than making sure I don't catch cooties from Left."

"What do you mean?" Jonathan frowned and then pressed his lips together. "Why does no one in this family ever fill me in?"

"You didn't know?" Eliza batted her eyelashes. "Elle went through the test to graduate early. Elise gave them permission. It was the only way she and Jameson became partners."

The last look on her fathers face before he disappeared was that of betrayal. She put her hands on her hips and let out a breath, shoulders sagging, eyes trailing down to Left.

Left let out a big sigh as well. "You're good, Eliza, damn good," he said, slowly standing up again. He didn't think he had even been that worried when they had been on De Santa's trail. At least Eliza knew what to tell her father. That had saved their skins.

Eliza took a step back when he rose from the couch and eyed him for a moment. "Yes, well just color me surprised you didn't shit your pants." She was already shaking her head and swiping her hoodie up from the floor where she'd tossed that. "What was that, anyway?" she asked, gesturing wildly as she tugged it over her head.

Left's grin quirked ever so slightly. "Yes, well, that was me finally getting the balls to kiss you," he replied as her head popped into sight again.

"What does it mean? Does it just mean you're some disgusting, testosterone driven boy or..." she trailed, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head at him. When it took him more than a few seconds, some realization lit up behind her eyes. "Or did you send me out with the wrong guy today?"

Left rubbed the back of his neck. "Something like the second one," he said, in a barely comprehensible mumble. "It was why I was so pissed at the gym." Damn, he must look really smooth right about now, he thought sarcastically.

Eliza gave him a flirty grin and somewhat of an assessive gaze. "Really? I hadn't noticed. I know you were sweating though." She turned and walked away, toward his room to pack up a few of her things.