chattin' it up with the guy upstairs

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham wasn't religious, this was for certain. His parents hadn't been the biggest Christians ever either, and so Abe had drifted away from that scene quite quickly- especially when he found out fire was supposed to be, like, some bad thing. That didn't cut it with him.

He didn't mind religious people, though, he figured they could believe whatever they wanted as long as they didn't shove it down his throat. Tiffany Belle wasn't shoving it down his throat really. More easing it...really...

He wasn't a big reader, or that great of a listener. But he liked girls plenty. And if a girl like Tiffany Belle really felt the need to try and get through to him with a little literature, than who was he to deny her that? Abe had seen her already once tonight for a much different reason- nothing of which being sexual. That's not what he'd told everybody else, though. Tiffany hadn't been amused. But he had. He still was. Even as he was shutting down his roommates laptop, which he'd just borrowed for a bit, he was smirking to himself.

Hanging with the bible-thumper was bound to be interesting. Grabbing his jacket, a large bag of Doritos and a pack of cigarettes on his way out he ventured over to the girls dorms. He liked it much better there anyway. The females were always so welcoming.

Knocking lightly on the door, he leaned up against the frame, clearing his throat and calling out a "Yoo-hoo, Tiiiiffff. The man of your dreams has arrived."

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany was a bit skeptical when Abraham wanted her to actually read a Bible passage to him, especially when it was made under the deal that he would be able to cuddle with her. Which was so not happening. When she told Abraham to come over anyway, she decided against changing out of her lounge wear. She shut down her computer and grabbed her Bible, marking verses on sexual immorality, which was what Tiffany offered to read Abraham, since he was such a horn dog on the chat. Maybe that would get him out of the mood.

She had hoped nothing would happen between Abraham and her. Abraham was so not her type, and vise versa. There was no way that Tiffany was even a little attracted to Abraham, and vise versa (hopefully). Tiffany's only love in her life at the moment, was Jesus.

Tiffany was reading over the verses she marked when she heard Abraham knock on the door. She set her Bible down on her bed, still open and walked over to the door, yanking it open.

She replied to Abraham's smart remark. "Uhm, hardly."

She noticed a bag of Doritos in his hand and she snatched them. "Oh my gosh, I'm starving." She opened the bag within 5 seconds. Turning around to sit on her bed, she crunched on the flavored tortilla chip.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abe only grinned innocently when Tiffany replied quickly that his statement was utterly false. He didn't expect much of any other sort of reaction out of her. They were two very different people, which was what Abraham was so interested in.

"Ah, don't lie. I can sense how much you've missed your Abbie, it's written all over your face." He cooed as she stole the bag of Doritos from him. Dropping the hand that had formerly been holding the chips up, he smirked, "Yeah, yeah, Abbie knows these thing." He said, patting her on the small of her back casually as he entered the room.

"Don't you look comfy." He mused, plopping immediately down onto her bed and putting his chin in his hand,

"Story time!" He chimed, remembering his cigarettes in his pocket now, figuring he'd save them for a little later into the reading.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany laughed once, amused that Abraham was so full of himself. "You really shouldn't talk in third person. It makes you seem like a douchebag." She immediately felt bad for calling him that, wishing she could take it back.

She felt the weight of Abraham shift the bed, causing her to bounce once. Tiffany finished crunching on her chip, grabbing another wiping the Dorito dust on her pants. She grabbed her Bible and faced Abraham, her legs crossed.

"One verse I marked was 1 Corinthians 6:18, which reads 'Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against their own body'." She looked up from her Bible to Abraham's face, quickly stuffing her hair behind her ear and looking back down, messing with the hem of her pants.

She spoke quickly, never looking up at his face. "That basically means that you should avoid any situation that would cause sexual immorality. And, the second part means that, say if you murder someone, that's a sin outside of your own body, but if you have sex before marriage, then it's sin on your body, and that's y'know, a bad one, because it's... your body." Tiffany continued touching nervously on the hem of her pants, ripping out loose threads.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abe snorted lightly as Tiffany commented on how his use of third person made him seem like a douchebag. He only shook his head with that same large smirk, and shifted until he was lying on his stomach next to the girl. "I'm sure there are much douchier things I could do than using third person every so often." He shrugged, tilting his head up to her as she began to read.

Keeping a straight face during the passage was presenting a problem for the boy as she talked about sinning on his own body. Heh, that sounded naughty. Well, because it was. But Abraham was just forcing his mind in the gutter for the mere purpose of seeing Tiffany squirm, which was a cute sight.

Shifting again so he was lying on his back, he put his head in her lap and looked at her intently as she continued to read. Abbie knew she'd probably push him off and get pissy, but for now he was going to see how far he was allowed to push her buttons without reprimand. It wasn't difficult with her, even his suggestive comments got scornful looks from the girl.

"How many times do you have to sin before you're just smote where you stand?" He inquired teasingly.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany was getting annoyed that Abraham kept moving around. Couldn't he just pick a position and be comfortable? He eventually ended up in her lap. His head was very warm against her legs. Her face suddenly became flushed. Tiffany bit her bottom lip once as she got a silly idea, placing her Bible on Abraham's face, flipping to the next verse she picked out.

At this moment, she knew Abraham would try to do something with her, but Tiffany was not that easy. She would allow his head to rest there, but if he tried anything funny, that was it. She looked up and down his body. He was pretty good looking...no, she wasn't going to let her mind drift there. She looked back over to her Bible, answering his question with another.

"I'm not understanding your question. What do you mean?" Her eyebrows furrowing in concentration. Tiffany felt a little uncomfortable , seeing as she didn't know what to say to answer his question.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham could see the look of annoyance as he'd been shifting around and really it only made him want to shift around a little more. He was too comfy now, though, to try and move again, head still lying back in her lap, mumbling something incoherent when she placed the book on his face, biting into the binding before she pulled it back to read the next passage she'd marked.

Abe's hand was within good reach of hers as his rested lazily on his chest. Smirking in his own thought, he reached over and took the hand she wasn't using to hold the book up in front of her face. He started playing absent-mindedly with her fingers tracing a finger around her palm and along her knuckles. At her question he scooted his head more into her lap and began to explain himself,

"I mean, like, how many times do you have to sin before God's just all 'alright, that's it, to hell with ye'?" His question made a whole lot more sense to him than to anybody else. He had a vivid image, though, of a Godfather type up in the clouds getting really tired of specific people and having them 'taken care of'.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

"Gross. You bit my Bible, Abraham." Tiffany turned the book over and saw wet teeth marks on the binding. "Jerk." She turned back to the passage she marked, taking a breath to begin reading when her breath suddenly hitched at the touch of Abraham's hand grabbing hers and tracing his finger along her fingers, giving Tiffany major chills. She wanted to pull her hand away, but something was telling her not to. Okay, maybe just the hand, but anything else will have to be done with.

Tiffany felt Abraham's head shift beneath her as he clarified his question, which made much more sense now. "God never just gives up on you. Jesus died for all your sins, but you are still responsible for your sin come judgement time, but when you ask God to forgive you of your sins, He forgets them, He doesn't bring them back up. Regardless, He never gives up on you."

Tiffany rested her hand on Abraham's chest, reading the next passage. "Here's another one. 'For you may be sure of this, that everyone who is sexually immoral or impure, or who is covetous (that is, an idolater), has no inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and God.'. That's from Ephesians 5:5" Tiffany felt her hand raising with Abraham's chest as he breathed. It was really, really nice and relaxing. Tiffany felt as if she really shouldn't have her hand on his chest, but she was pretty sure she was giving Abraham what he wanted.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

"Tasty Bible." Abraham mumbled with a cheesy grin, drawing pictures on her palm now with the tip of his finger. He was pretty sure he'd traced '69' several times by now as she read the next passage about impurities, adultery, the like. He was actually a bit surprised she hadn't pulled her hand away or shooed his head out of her lap. It was interesting to him, though, to see how much he could get away with.

Licking his lips slyly as he watched her intently, he listened to her reply, head cocking to the side slightly, lids growing into slits as he thought this over.

"Forgiveness is all, huh? Even if you kill people and stuff, you just have to be like 'oh, sorry God, that was a mistake..'?" He continued to question scrunching up his face and then tracing '69' into her hand again before slipping his hand to her lap beside his head, resting it on her knee for a short second before letting it slide up her thigh. He played it off like he was just adjusting his hand to rest under his hand and then continued to listen to her as innocently as ever.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany couldn't help the involuntary shivers Abraham gave her when he traced along his palm. She couldn't even focus on her next passage she was going to read. Tiffany refused to let a sexual thought cloud her mind. This was the devil's work. Tiffany saw a glimpse of Abraham licking his lips, which sent a shock down her body, making her heart race.

"Well, I guess that's one way you could look at it." She watched Abraham's hand slide up to her knee, to her thigh. Her heartbeat was so loud, she had hoped Abraham didn't hear it. "But, you should always try your hardest not to sin."

It took every fiber in her being to take Abraham's hand and slide in down her thigh, to give him one more touch, on her knee, to his shoulder, finally resting on his chest again. Her hand lingered there for a moment before she pulled it back to her leg. Tiffany instantly felt cold, without his hand on her leg. A fire had started within her, and she had to stop it. "Sorry." She whispered, flipping the pages in her Bible lightly.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Watching the girl reacting just the way he wanted and expected he smiled lazily to himself, eyes still innocent and blinking as ever. Abraham wasn't exactly very capable of portraying innocence, though. Perhaps it was the tattoos, or wild gleam in his eye. Or perhaps it was just the fact that he chose to spend his time getting under a religious girls skin like the sly snake he was.

"You're right." Abraham purred, eyes sliding over her face, biting into his lip coyly, "I'll try much harder now."

He followed her hand with his eyes, not showing any sign of surprise as she returned his hand to her leg, let him slide it down her thigh. He saw the unasked for look of want in her eyes and the internal struggle to stop herself, 'think pure thoughts'. Now, with Abbie here around, that was a near impossible feat. He was one of the most impure things one could come across, and he wasn't afraid to show it. "That's okay." He cooed soothingly up to her, hand squeezing her thigh comfortingly- or so he'd say it was.

Sitting up in the next moment he moved so he sat right beside her, leaned into her as if he were looking over the text with her, watching her out of the corner of his eye as on hand rested on the other side of her.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany gave in. She couldn't think of anymore verses about sexually immorality. All that was on her mind was Abraham, she couldn't help it. She closed her Bible, hoping it was let him know that she was done. Tiffany couldn't speak in a normal voice anymore, she could only let out breathy whispers. "I-I can't think of anymore passages. Why don't you tell me a story? Why do you try so hard?" Tiffany smiled at him.

When Abraham leaned beside her, putting his hand on her side, she only wished that he could hold her tighter. He could definitely hear her heartbeat now. Oh, how she wished she were more experienced. It was obvious Abraham was. She closed her eyes, resting her head on his breathing for a moment to calm her heart rate. Tiffany put her hand on Abraham's thigh for a moment, feeling the roughness of his jeans. Tiffany was in complete warmth. She just hoped it was the good kind. The kind where she doesn't end up having sex.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Raising an eyebrow as she put the Bible aside he turned his head to her, taking her in like she was something he was just about to consume. He could see her willpower running thin even as she leaned her head against his, and he smiled in his knowledge, wrapping his arm tighter around her,

"Why? Well, there's no fun in giving up, is there?" He reasoned, hand going up to run through her hair, down across her neck and collar bone, stopping short and letting his hand slip back to her side. He knew the type of girl Tiffany was, he'd met plenty around, and she was the type who had to be eased into things. So, he'd ease himself onto her, let her warm up to the idea.

"You try awful hard too, don't you? To stay so pure." He murmured into her ear, brushing hair away, eyes watching her like a hungry animal.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Nothing could turn this guy off. Nothing. As Abraham ran his hand down her neck and collar bone, she was relieved he didn't go for her chest. "I've been giving up a lot lately." She sighed, as his hand returned to her side, holding her a bit tighter.

"I try my very hardest. Listen, this--" Tiffany stopped talking when she spotted the Doritos and an idea sparked in her head. She grabbed the bag, pulling away from Abraham. She plunged her hand into the bag, pulling out 5 chips and stuffing them in her mouth. A couple of them fell down into her lap. "You wouldn't kiss Dorito breath , would you?" Tiffany mumbled against the chips in her mouth. If anything, this should turn him off. Or make him laugh. She felt very stupid, doing this, but she had to stop it one way or another.

Tiffany wished she hadn't done this, but she started to feel the fire kindle inside of her, and she didn't want to make the fire bigger than it needed to be. She liked the attention from Abraham very much, it was only a matter of time until he stopped trying. Which was what she wanted... right?

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abbie watched her curiously to see if she'd give in, and she seemed so very close. Her eyes were shifting around as if she was hyper-aware about how close the two were, but she continued to attempt to mask it. Tilting his head as she grabbed the back of doritos he watched her stuff the five chips into her move with another raise of his brow.

After a long moment he only cracked up and began to shake his head, simply amused at her further attempts to keep him at bay. "Try your hardest, huh?" He continued to chuckle, reaching a hand up to wipe away crumbs on her lips with his thumb. "This is your very hardest, then?" He inquired further.

"I've kissed smokers, I think I can deal with Dorito breath." He said with a wry wink, taking her chin in his hand and tilting her face up to him. "I won't force you because I'm not that kind of guy. But if you ever wanna try a little somethin' out, don't hesitate to call." He told her, looking Tiffany straight in the eye as he spoke.