Stephen's Bunk

If Elizabeth knew this would happen before she kicked down Stephen's front door, she probably would've walked a lot faster to get there.
Now, Liz wasn't- Y'know, one of those girls, so it probably wouldn't have ended up like this if Stephen wasn't, well... Stephen. At first, she hated the guy. He was annoying, he was arrogant, he wouldn't tell her where her god damn arrows were... But now, she didn't hate him. She didn't even not like him. It was more of a... You know when you get that feeling when you see someone, and they seem really incredible, even though you've only known them for about 15 seconds? Yep, that's what she felt like. Although, she was almost positively sure that after you first meet someone, you kiss them. Well, Stephen and her clearly didn't follow that rule. And she wasn't sure if she thought he was incredible because he was, or because his lips were on hers. It couldn't been either though, at that moment she didn't care.

Stephen was a rough and tough kind of guy, and so was his kissing style. He wasn't aware of how aggressive he kissed her, let alone if she liked it. It didn't matter to him. The way he saw it, they both needed something like this. They were both tense. He needed to... Relieve some stress. She didn't object so... Where's the problem? The problem was that he was going to forget who he was and do anything to get another chance to kiss this girl, and that was bad. Then again... Kisses aren't bad. Not at all.

Elizabeth couldn't care less that Stephen was kissing her roughly. In fact, she was glad. All of the other guys she's ever kissed were all oh, sweet and soft. But Liz didn't do soft, so Stephen was kissing her perfectly. After a little while, she came to the point where she realized: in order to survive, she was going to have to breathe. An that meant breaking the kiss. Of course, she didn't want to, but had to. Slowly, she parted from him, and put her head on his shoulder, breathing fast."Sorry," she breathed.

Stephen was daydreaming, his body on autopilot. This happened to him often. During training, he would usually zone out and his body took over. This was good. His muscle memory was remarkable after a week of training. This was similar. But as soon, as she parted from him, he was in disarray. That was something he wasn't expecting, and the same with his body. He immediately noticed how out of breath he was. "Oh... You're fine." He said, half laughing, half serious. A double meaning to a statement is always funny. Well, almost always.

Elizabeth finally caught her breathe, and was breathing normally once again. She took her head off of Stephen's shoulder, and looked up at him in the eyes. She took her arms off of his shoulders as well, and leaned back against the wall, staring at him. Finally, she said "You're a rough kisser. Well, not that I mind... but still, you are." She smirked at him.

Stephen blushed slightly as she met his eyes and exhaled as she moved back. Damn. Now that's a woman. He chuckled at his own stupid comments. If it wasn't odd enough that he laughed at his own jokes, he also liked to stare at the wall for fun. Yeah... He was boring. He smirked after he heard his 'kissing evaluation'. "Well, thanks. You aren't too bad yourself." He said, laying on his back.

Elizabeth shook her head, slightly laughing. "Yeah, I know." She laughed at her own arrogance, and looked down at the knife that was still firmly grasped in her callused and bruised hand, and spun it around her pointer finger, trying to see how long she could make it last before it fell... or worse, broke something.
Now, most people would find the situation awkward- her just spinning a knife, him just laying down. But, for some reason, it didn't feel awkward. Not like any other awkward situations she's ever been in, at least.

Stephen chuckled at her 'normal' personality. She was easy to talk to... Almost as if she were 'one of the guys.' Except... This was a guy you could kiss. He shuddered at the thought of her being a man. He was never going to compare a guy with a girl ever again. That was awkward. "Anyway, I honestly don't have your arrows. So.. Sorry. Seems like what you're seeking isn't here." He said, poking the sole of her foot with his left big toe.

Elizabeth nodded. "Yeah, I kind of figured that." At this point, she didn't care about the arrows. She could just threaten someone into making new ones for her. She poked his foot back with hers, but suddenly, the knife flew out of her hand, and it stuck to the wall all the way on the other side of the room.
Sighing deeply with annoyance, she rolled her eyes and walked across the room quickly, and like always, with grace. When she got to the knife, she gripped the hilt, and tugged. When the blade didn't budge, she put her foot on the wall, as an extra support. Finally, the knife came out, and she sighed with satisfaction and relief.

Stephen nodded slowly at how much she didn't seem to care. As she poked him back, he had immediately went back to daydreaming. He saw some things he wanted to make someday, maybe buildings underwater. Hey, he was a Triton kid. The sea, or anything with water for that matter, appealed to him. The was a discreet 'think' sound on the other side of the room and he glanced over at the--

He whistled, "Oh my god. You're hot." He said, chuckling a bit. He sighed after a few seconds, "Crap. Now I have to do something about that hole in the wall.... Eh.... Never mind."

Elizabeth nearly dropped her knife. She spun on her heel, and raised her eyebrow at him, her cheeks crimson. "W-what did you just say?" she asked, slowly making her way over to him. "And don't be a smartass and say 'I have to fix that hole in the wall,' because we both know what I meant."

Stephen had that stupid smirk on his face, the one that said, 'Punch me! Punch me!' He winked at her as she got closer. "Aww... I'm sorry. I didn't know I couldn't be honest." An innocent smile played across his lips. A certain part of Stephen felt like he needed to protect himself, something like spider sense. Yeah, something similar to what the fictional hero Spider-Man had. Well, it was s or elike a gut feeling, but hey, the first one sounded more appealing. "I'm sorry for being a smartass." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

Elizabeth stopped right in front of him, crossing her arms over her chest. She out all of her weight on one foot, causing her to lean a bit. She bit her lower lip, glaring at him, but over the course of 5 seconds, her glare faded, and she sighed, looking away. She had seriously considered hitting him, but thought it wouldn't be a good idea, because: 1.) sure, she was faster than him, but he was stronger. 2.) maybe she didn't mind that he had called her 'hot' that much. Sighing deeply, she looked back at him, and uncrossed her arms, pointing her knife at him. "You're forgiven."

Stephen laughed slightly as he gently pushed the tip of the knife in a different direction. "Thanks sweet cheeks. I'll remember that later." He said, his smirk reappearing. "So... Were you blushing just now, or was that just my eyes playing tricks on me?" He winked, smiling widely. Okay. So, he enjoyed messing with Elizabeth. She was unpredictable, aggressive... And extremely attractive. So... She was his definition of hot. "Oh, and you really are hot. Just saying." He curled his hands behind his head and smiled.

Elizabeth dramatically rolled her eyes, and she tucked the knife into her jacket. She sat down on the bed next to him, crossing her legs in a way her mother would call 'much too lady- like for you.' "Yes, I was blushing," she said, putting her cold hands to her war cheeks to cool them down. "That tends to happen when you, uh... compliment a person." She turned to face him.

Stephen chuckled, nodding his head because he was too lazy to answer. Some things in this world won't change: how messed up humanity is and how lazy Stephen is. Well... Yeah. Sounds about right. "So... If I became specific about what I liked about you, would you slap me?" He asked, restraining himself from revealing a smile. Oh, how his mind wandered into the dirty side. He thought like this most of the time, and because of it, has made him see everything from a 'different' perspective.

Elizabeth shrugged, a small smile very visible on her lips. "Well, that depends." As she said it, she poked him in the chest. She was surprised with how comfortable she had grown around Stephen. She actually felt more comfortable around him than most of her friends that she had known for years.

Stephen chuckled, "Oh, you'd call me a poet if you could read my mind." He laughed, trying to contain himself. He was a dirty boy. She probably would've stabbed him on the spot if he said what was on his mind. "Let's just say... How do you say this in a euphemism-type way? You're... Posterior is stunning." He said with a straight face. How hard would she strike him? He wondered...

Elizabeth hit him in the leg before he even finished his sentence. She was laughing, so the bit wasn't as hard as it could've been. "Oh my gods, Stephen!" she yelled, but laughter mixed in with it. Out of all the things he could've said, he complimented her butt? She fell back onto the bed, laughter shaking her body. "What are you, twelve?" she asked, coughing a little from trying to talk while laughing.

"I kept it 'PG', okay?" Stephen still had a straight face, but his body language predicted him to start laughing in 3,2,1--
He laughed his immature head off. What made him laugh was the 'beginning phase' of her laugh. She looked as though she was going to soil herself. He was at a perfect angle to see it too! That had just made his day. "You... I... God." Speech at it's finest. As he tried to restrain himself at laughing, he clutched his stomach, his sides starting to cramp. "Oh... Woooweee..."

Elizabeth's laughter had finally stopped, and she was breathing hard. "Stephen... You... Are such...an idiot." she sat up, face palming herself. "And who even uses the word 'posterior' anymore?" she asked, using her right arm while she talked, and was leaning against her left, towards Stephen.

OOC: Do I even have the right to barge in if it's not even a warning idek

I totally must say, I sound like a little kid what those two are so cute.

Stephen smirked, his eyes fixed to the ceiling. "An idiot? Aww, I've been told!" He said, his eyes closing, a slow shrug accompanying it. Idiot shmidiot. "Whaaaaat? It's still a word!" He blindly poked out towards her. Posterior's a fancy word... Right? "You're a ... A something." A something? Yes, a something.

OOC: Ahahaha, not at all! Thanks Blaze xD

Elizabeth laughed, and grabbed his wrist as he poked her. "A something? Well! You know, Stephen, that's what I love about you. You're so damn creative! She laughed, and released his arm, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder in one smooth move.

OOC: thanks blaze! :)

Stephen's eyes opened and he tensed up, just for a quick second, and relaxed as she released him. Hey, it couldn't hurt to be cautious. After all, she is considered dangerous. "And you know what I love about you? You're so damn... Uhm... hot." Yeah, that's all he could come up with at the moment. And it wasn't wrong. She was attractive as a model would be, and as rough and tough he'd imagine his dream girl to be.