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It's a hot night. The hottest in weeks. Every fan and air conditioner in the town is set to full blast, struggling weakly against the oppressive heat. Almost every house has the windows shut and the artificial cooling struggling to keep up. Every house, that is, but one. Sitting at his desk with the window open, Mordecai slouches in his seat and

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If anyone had bothered...if anyone at all had asked Lilith what she could feel she would lie. Don't feel anything. Not in the arms of the men she led on, moving against them until they almost thought fucking her was their own idea - not in the coolness of the expensive linen pillow she refused to cry into most nights.

Truth be told, she could feel. Right now she could feel the rough, stone grit of Mordecai's house moving against her back. Her shirt riding up, the sharp pebbles leaving scratches as she shifted her weight to retrieve a cigarette from her pocket. How many nights had she resisted? Friends are weaknesses, worthless bullshit...but tonight, doing anything other than standing below his bedroom window would be madness

A year ago on this day, her entire life had caved in {Daddy can't come home. Daddy's dead, Lilith!} and that made this day an impossibility

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The stars are the reason that Mordecai is training his eyes out the window, his schoolwork forgotten almost as fast as it was examined. The stars are bright tonight, and they manage to catch his eye no matter how much he might resist them. As he begins to lose focus, his eyelids drooping with sleep, pufts of smoke begin to rise past his window with no obvious answer in sight.

"The hell...?"

Pushing his chair back, Mordecai makes his way to his window and peers over the ledge, trying to determine where the smoke is coming from. When he locks eyes with the young woman below, he cracks a grin and smacks himself mentally for not guessing sooner.

"You planning on standing outside my window all night?"

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Sweet fifteen and never been kissed - not in a way that moved her - she grins like nothing in the world matters. She cranes her neck back, feeling the lump rise in her throat before pushing the emotion to the pit of her stomach. The cigarette dangles between her teeth, a dim red glow in the night before she spits it forward to let it burn out on the dry, red dirt.

"Hadn't decided yet." She admits.

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She looks up and he looks down her shirt at her, the oppressive heat suddenly seeming so much more bearable. No more thoughts of studying or schoolbooks. He'd rather fail and have fun with his friend, thank you very much.

"Well then, get your ass up here before I call the cops on you for being a creepy stalker." He grins and pushes the window open wider, giving her more room to squeeze through. He's confident in her ability to climb the side of the house. It's hardly the first time.