Taxidermy Squirrels [CLOSED]

One would think that a squirrel falling on your lap would be a strange enough occurrence. But perhaps learning taxidermy to stuff the squirrel as a decorate piece for your desk is just a bit more strange.

Elaine never considered herself normal. She was eccentric and odd, to the point where her own family, or perhaps cousins was the better word, avoided her to a serious degree. With "regular" people, she toned down her generally weird personality to a point where it almost seemed average. She had the pretty girl looks and enough witty retorts to make her popular, if that had been her thing. Instead, she was rather interested in the grotesque and wicked. She'd much prefer to paint her nails red with blood than with proper nail polish. That was just her.

So when she discovered she was roommates with that strange boy who dropped her prized squirrel on her lap that day, she was more or less unsurprised and even more uninterested. Yes, their meeting had been quite the event, but it was nothing too out of the ordinary for the blonde. At least, until he began peering into her room several times a day.

The first few times had gone unnoticed. Around the third day, Clarence had gotten a little clumsy with his footing, and made a sound loud enough to catch her attention. Elaine had acted as if nothing was going on, but she became astutely aware of his presence every time he leered into her room. It was strange, even for her, and sometimes sent a shiver down her spine. It was a weird way of stalking someone, especially when they weren't the only two in the dorm. She almost felt sorry for her dormmates, whoever they were.

One late night she had given up. Letting out a groan of annoyance, she called for the boy to stop standing around and come in already. When he entered and she turned around in her desk chair, he had a somewhat startled expression on his face. She could see his thoughts as clear as day. "How did she know I was watching?" Shaking her head and laughing to herself, she gestured to the bed and turned back to her homework.

It became routine for Clarence to come into her room unannounced. Almost everyday, at the end of the day, Elaine would turn in her chair and see the dark-haired boy sitting on the end of her bed with a new book each week.

Today didn't seem to be any different in the girl's mind. She could hear the approaching footsteps from the direction of the boy's room. Immersed in her math homework, she ignored him as always. At least until he paused at her door for the first time in what felt like forever. "I thought I told you to just come right it. It's more annoying when you stand outside like that," the blonde Summer groaned, tapping her pencil against her desk in frustration.

On the day he'd encountered Elaine atop Diane's Hill, Clarence had known something would end up pulling them together again - whether they liked it or not. Surely enough, by some stroke of fate, they had been placed in the same dorm. He'd actually laughed aloud upon receiving the news from the head professor of the Summer House. Whether it had been out of distaste or genuine humour, he wasn't quite sure. Either way, it was funny. Of the numerous students in the Summer House, he was now room-mates with he girl that had fried his hand like a piece of chicken.. What were the odds?

One day, upon leaving his dorm room for lunch, he'd happened to peer into Elaine's room. The door had been slightly ajar, and what he'd seen inside was probably the most fascinating thing he'd viewed in a long time. There, standing over her desk with a knife, rubber gloves, a large metal container, and a gutted squirrel had been Elaine. She'd looked seemingly unfazed by entire procedure - Perhaps a bit irritated that blood had dribbled onto her sun dress, but not disgusted in the slightest by the gore festering in front of her within the metal bowl.

Now that was a sight one didn't see every day. A dainty blonde girl cutting open a dead rodent and stuffing it.. Clarence hadn't been able to resist watching the curious process from the crack in her doorway. Luckily she'd been too preoccupied to notice him that time. What a strange girl, this Elaine. An oddball. It was intriguing - Much more so than sitting around in his room and doing his work. The next few times Clarence had peered into her room she hadn't seemed to notice, either, but eventually, she inevitably caught on to his curious prying. Weirdly enough, instead of shooing him away, she'd just invited him in to sit at the edge of her bed. From then on, Clarence would just stroll into her room to read whenever he was bored.

Today, the squirrel he'd seen her stuffing a week earlier was sitting on her desk atop a pile of textbooks, its smooth, chestnut-coloured fur gleaming in the light of the setting sun, filtering through the blinds on her window. Clarence stood, one hand on the knob of Elaine's door, green, quizzical eyes fixed on it. Alright, being a part-time taxidermist was one thing, but he hadn't actually expected the girl to keep it as her own personal desktop decor.

"I, ah.." Clarence trailed off momentarily, still distracted by the creature on her desk. The Summer cleared his throat and snapped out of his surprised stupor. He pushed the door aside and strode up to where Elaine was sitting, bending over slightly to get a closer look at her masterpiece. She must have salted it and left it outside to dry for the past week and a bit - That was why he hadn't seen it. "You actually kept this squirrel? This 'nasty' little thing?" He sniffed amusingly as he quoted her own words from their first encounter. Over the course of the day before (which had been his birthday, funny enough), after undergoing several hundred awkward voice cracks, Clarence's voice had dropped significantly. He hummed before he straightened himself, as if testing out his lower-pitched new voice, and then retreated to take his usual seat on Elaine's bedside. Flipping his book open to the dog-eared page, the Brit murmured, "Bit of a hypocrite, hm?"

Elaine dropped her head to her desk, dumbfounded over this particular question. A long, drawn out sigh escaped her lips. Math was never her strong suit, especially limits. "Fucking calculus..." she mutter.

As she bent up to stretch her arms up into the air, Clarence spoke. At least, she thought it was Clarence. The voice was almost too deep, but still held the thick accent and condescending tone. Turning her head around, she was more than startled to see a taller, bigger version of the small boy that was her neighbor. "W-Wha..." Who the hell was this? There was no way that... this could be that freakish little kid who read classic literature on the end of her bed. But he was too casual about maneuvering around her room. The book he pulled out was indeed the one Clarence was reading just a few days ago.

The blonde was dumbfounded. It hadn't even clicked that he was mocking her for keeping the squirrel. "You are Clarence... Right?"

"Mmh, last time I checked, yes. A little less squeaky, but I'm indeed still Clarence." His lips curved up into a half-grin. He licked his index finger and flipped to the next page of his book, eyes running over the words and absorbing them at a much quicker pace than the typical person. The Summer wasn't even particularly interested in what he was reading - that being Critique of Pure Reason - but over the years it had become a habit to fill his head with as much philosophical jargon as he possibly could. There was no good explanation for this habit. Perhaps he just liked to confuse people with deep talk.

"All human cognition begins with intuitions," he murmured, flashing Elaine a look with a hint of smugness. The best way to call somebody a slow idiot was through the wise words of Immanuel Kant. "What's so hard about calculus? If you payed attention in class, then you shouldn't be having any problems with it.."

Elaine wasn't quite sure how to respond to this new, and surprisingly improved Clarence. He was no longer the small, lanky young boy she first met on Diane's Hill. Now, he was rather tall - setting aside that everyone was tall in her view - with a matured face and the voice to go with it. The more she observed, the more she realized. He wasn't half bad looking anymore.

At least he had some looks to hide his obviously snobbish attitude. "Maybe it hasn't occurred to you, Mr. Spock," she began with a condescending tone, "that not all of us are naturally academically inclined. Now if you don't mind, I'm studying." Whipping around to stare back at the paper, she crossed her legs and arms and drummed her pencil against the desk. Her gaze trailing across the desk, knowing she would never get this question, she stared at the various knickknacks that decorated the table.

Besides the obvious stuffed squirrel, there were many small trinkets and figures that sat on the desk. Little clay monsters of her own making, piles of broken mechanical pencils, paper airplanes, and even a few leftover condoms from some of her private adventures. Picking one of the small, pink packages up, she flicked it between her fingers, reading the various texts. "Bubblegum... And not expired..." she hummed, oblivious that she was speaking out loud.

It had been some time. Being at a new school had its ups and downs. Yes, there were many new people to become... friends with, but they always seemed so skeptical within the first few months. The Summer needed a reputation before any strangers would open up to her, but how could she do that without any takers. Letting out a sigh and rolling her head off the back of the chair, she glanced at Clarence. He seemed rather bored, and the way he lazily flicked through the pages as he read only showed how uninterested he was in the philosophical word at this moment.

The blonde brought her amber-red eyes to meet the package before returning to the boy's form once more. A small hmm escaped her lips.

Straightening her head, she fiddled with her pencil and the rubber in her hands with her back turned to Clarence. "Clarence? Have you ever... been with a woman before?" Elaine purred, her tone suddenly shifting.

Clarence's teeth flashed in a scoff at Elaine's retort to his insult. God, she got her knickers in a twist so easily. That was half the reason he wandered into Elaine's room - To bug her while she was stumped on math questions. Pissing people off had always been one of Clarence's favourite past-times.

His attention returned to his damned book a moment later when Elaine looked back down to her homework. Immanuel Kant was a bore. This book was a bore. Today was boring, and so far, the only interesting thing that had happened was Elaine bad-mouthing him while struggling with her calculus homework. Now she was going back to doing said assignment, and he suspected if he bothered her any further she would fry his face like she had his hand. The Summer uttered a low, humming sigh and slouched into the plush fabric of his dormmate's bed, once again delving into the philosophical garbage scrawled in tiny font across the pages in front of him.

He could hear Elaine scuffling restlessly around with the items on her desk, clearly having given up on her maths. Clarence stole a sidelong glance at her while her back was turned. She was inspecting some sort of small, square package with a pink label that he couldn't distinguish. The young man arched one eyebrow and gazed back into his literature, thinking nothing of it, and then she spoke up.

Clarence lowered his book onto his lap and squinted up at the blonde. "I.. Ehm.. I beg your pardon?"

She had the boy right where she wanted him.

A small smirk appeared on her face. She loosened the top few buttons on her school uniform and grabbed the pink, square package in her hand. Pulling herself out of her chair, Elaine sauntered over to the bed, replacing her grin with straight lips and narrowed eyes that were glued to Clarence. She stopped herself just in front of the bed and bent over so her face hovered in front of his. One of her hands crept up beside him while the other slowly inched underneath the book and dangerously close to that oh so sensitive area. "Should I take that as a no?" she teased. Her tone was low and seductive with just the right amount of whisper to send chills down anyone's back.

The blonde brought one of her legs onto the plush mattress, and bent her face inwards until her lips were inches away from his. With her lips slightly parted, she lifted her hand away from his side to feel his shirt collar between her fingers. Thigh exposed, shirt buttoned dangerously low, a small hue of pink dusting her cheeks, and small quiver in her voice. All were the makings of a teenage boy's dream. "Would you like to try it with me?" she inquired with pleading, amber-red eyes and her breath hot against his face.

The blonde could feel a slight heat rising in her chest from the thought of taking his innocence right here and now. Gripping the condom tightly in her hand, she resisted the urge to smile again. Otherwise he might just understand her intentions.

Clarence's quizzical, olive-green gaze stayed fixed on Elaine as she moved away from her desk and to the bedside where he was slumped. Even being such a learned man and after reading such prestigious literature, he couldn't adequately describe the funny look present in his dormmate's eyes as she crawled over him and leaned close to his face. His confused, wide-eyed stare turned into a puzzled frown and he instinctively ducked his face away from her's. His mouth parted as he was about to ask her what exactly she had meant by her first statement, but she settled a dainty hand, next to his down-turned book, on his thigh. His eyes darted down to Elaine's hand and then back to her face, an inexplicable degree of heat creeping up the back of his neck and onto his face. Embarrassment - that's what it felt like, anyways - was a feeling that did not frequent Clarence's plain of emotions. What was she wondering, if he'd been in a relationship before? Relationships were dull.. And why did she care, anyhow? What in god's bloody name was she doing?

"I'm--" Clarence lost his train of thought for a split second. He swallowed.  "I'm not.. quite sure what you're asking of me.." He put one hand behind his back, gripping the bed frame, and shifted upwards an inch or two away from Elaine as she ran her fingers along the folded fabric of his shirt collar. He could feel her breath on his cheek, and it sent an involuntary shiver up his spine. Why did he feel so uncomfortable all of a sudden?

Elaine was a little dumbfounded. Was he trying to play the fool or was he actually that... naïve? She was puzzled, trying to read his thoughts, but the red flush in his face told her it must be the latter. The girl shifted forward with him as he attempted to back up into the wall behind her bed. You're stuck now.

Raising her eyebrows, she bent in towards his ear and let out a small breath."Hmm? Maybe I should just show you..." Without any warning, her lips barely grazed against the skin above his jaw. She copied the action down the shape of his jaw, leaving small, light pink prints of lip-gloss as she went. Trailing down his neck, the Summer pressed her lips harder into the skin, planting full kisses now.

While her mouth worked on his neck, the girl's hand caressed the inner most part of his thigh. It was always better to tease and frustrate at the start rather than dive straight in. Her hand slipped closer with each brush, daring to stroke him at any moment. The blonde smiled against his neck for a moment before parting her lips and sucking lightly. After a moment, she pulled back to look at her mark. The skin was turning a blotchy red. A full blown hickey. A tiny laugh escaped her before she went back to leave many more signs of her ownership.

"Does it feel nice?" her voice hummed against his neck. As she spoke, she moved her hand from his thigh to the zipper of his pants and tugged very lightly. "Do you want to feel even better?"

The more Clarence tried to back away, the closer Elaine got to him, until it came to the point that he couldn't move any further back or up. He visibly stiffened as Elaine's lips ghosted along the side of his face, whispering in a sultry voice unlike anything he'd ever heard from her previous to the present moment. Usually when Clarence pictured Elaine, he saw a disdainful scowl and the beginnings of a venomous retort written on her expression. This was something entirely new. He didn't know how to react. If he tried to shuffle away, he'd just hit the headboard of the bed. If he moved forward, he'd..

Clarence inhaled sharply as Elaine pressed her lips firmly down onto his jawline, almost as if she'd jabbed him with a sharp object. It felt so foreign, so strange to have something so soft and warm against his face. His mother had rarely kissed him as a child, but when she had, she'd never let her mouth sit for very long, and her lips had been dry from constant pursing and cigarette smoke. This was different. This wasn't a simple peck on the forehead. These kisses lingered. He could feel the shape of the girl's lips as they trailed down the sensitive skin of his neck, and he could feel the lipstick that was left behind with each tender buss.

The last time he'd touched her - a simple handshake - she'd left him with lifelong burn scars on his left hand. This gentle contact coming from such a person was.. Was jarring, almost. Clarence could feel his heartbeat quickening in his chest. When Elaine began to suck on one of the spots she'd kissed, Clarence loosed a quivering exhale a little more loudly than he would've liked. A fresh wave of heat burned across his face. What was wrong with him? He'd never felt this way before.

"I.. It feels.." It felt good. Whatever she was doing, it felt good, but he couldn't focus on his words enough to complete the sentence. A moment later, he could feel her hand on his thigh again, slowly inching upwards until the tips of her fingers danced around the zipper of his jeans. At that point, he snapped out of his stupor long enough to reach down and grab Elaine's wrist. His tone-of-voice came out a lot more wobbly and unsure than he would've liked. ".. What are you doing?" It was hard to ask even a remotely serious question when one was so dazed and flustered.

Pulling back so she once again faced the boy, she gave him a befuddled look. "Do you really not know?" she muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing as she looked at his face. He looked nervous and confused beyond belief. He really was innocent. Just what type of sex-ed had he gone through that wouldn't explain the basics of foreplay? Since he obviously didn't understand her intentions, she would have to change her methods. For a second she pondered if continuing would be such a great idea, but the thought left her mind as quickly as it came. No, he would appreciate the experience. As would she.

Elaine exhaled lightly and turned her gaze to the hand he held her wrist in. Moving her arm away from his hips, she pulled their arms up towards her chest. The girl slipped her wrist out of his grasp and maneuvered so she was holding his instead. As she gently placed his shaky hand on her chest, she shifted her position until she was sitting on his lap.

She wasn't getting anywhere by teasing the young Brit, so she was forced to resort to a forward technique. Without any hesitation, she slid her hand over his manhood. The blonde brushed him softly through the cloth of his pants. She returned her lips to his neck, moving downwards towards the collar of his shirt. Her free hand trailed over the buttons of his shirt and slipped them undone with swift movements. There was no way he couldn't understand what was happening by now, and if he didn't, she swore she would never look twice at him again. "Do you understand now?" she said with lips ghosting over his collarbone.

Clarence stared up at Elaine, clueless. His mouth hung slightly ajar, as if about to say something, but no words came out. Being close - doing things like hugging and kissing - was for couples. He knew that much. Elaine and Clarence were as far from a couple as two people could get, however. Clarence didn't even consider her a friend. He didn't exactly take kindly to somebody burning his hand for such a mundane reason. He was sure the feeling was mutual between both of them, as well, so this.. This unusual situation they were now in was quite confusing indeed.

His heart jumped as she slipped out of the grip of his hand and placed gently it on the supple, protruding flesh of her chest and settles herself down onto his lap. He didn't dare move his fingers as they lay on the fabric of Elaine's shirt, but he could feel her heartbeat beneath, slowly quickening in pace as her ventures continued. Clarence swallowed hard. He'd never been in such close vicinity with a girl before - or probably anybody, in fact. He opened his mouth again to protest as Elaine zeroed in on his neck again, but his speech came out as an uneven exhale as she worked her tongue and lips against his skin, tasting him.

Elaine's hand fell from his own as she became occupied elsewhere, and Clarence had been about to make a third attempt at rejecting her advances, but he froze immediately and failed to stifle a breathy gasp as she began to stroke his nether regions. The Summer's fingertips dug a little harder into her chest. The heat on his face spread across his upper chest at the frankly embarrassing sound that he'd made. Oh, god, whatever she was doing felt good, and he didn't know why. Some part of his was still telling him to push her away, but the rest of him was gradually submitting to her strange charms against his will. He didn't even notice her unbuttoning his shirt - he could only focus on her rhythmic motions down below, and how uncomfortably tight his jeans were becoming through her ministrations. "I-I, ah.." Clarence trailed off again, eyes hooding as she kissed his collarbone.

Elaine let out a satisfied groan as his grip on her chest tightened and a uncomfortable tightness rose in her working hand. If Clarence had any intentions of stopping the situation, they would all be gone as soon as his pants became skin-tight.

Undoing the last few buttons of his shirt, she slid the fabric so it sat open and hung slightly off his shoulders. Her fingertips trailed down the skin of his torso. His lanky form wasn't anything special to look at. She had expected to see the small protrusions of his ribcage, and the indent of his stomach. After seeing him fail miserably during Phys Ed. class, her wild imagination froze on a small, thin boy with an incredible metabolism that kept any fat away from his body.

Despite her unsatisfied impression, she traced her tongue behind her fingers. She continued down until her lips grazed his navel and hummed at the melodic sounds of pleasure that came out of the boy she was teasing. He was rather hard now, and rubbing him through his pants was beginning to become a bore. The blonde kissed him softly at the hem of his trousers and slid her working hand up to the zipper once more. Without pausing this time, she reveled in the quick zip! that called out. His underwear peaked out from behind the now open zipper as he was allowed more room to breath. But she wasn't finished. A quick pull of his clothes and Clarence would learn just how wonderfully dangerous a woman was.

With a swift tug from the hips, his pants and underwear were slipped down his legs and to the floor. Although she didn't quite plan on it, she brought her lips up from his stomach and pulled him into a wet kiss. The poor boy would most definitely be startled as soon as her fingers touch his hardness, so she felt kissing him might help him contain his surprise. As she slid her tongue against his bottom lip, the girl ran her index finger across the head of his erection and down it's length. It wasn't quite as small as she imagined, but in no way would she consider it a monster. By her guess, he was rather average in size.

ooc: dear lord help me i had so much trouble writing this

As Elaine continued to work at him his head rolled back onto the headboard, long, warm exhales trickling past his lips. He'd never felt this way before, in all sixteen years of his life. This woman was some sort of dark sorceress out of a Latin folklore book - a succubus, perhaps - who'd come to steal Clarence's soul while he was at his most vulnerable. She always had seemed a bit witch-y to him, with pale blonde hair, unusually ruddy amber eyes, and a particularly venomous attitude.. Today was cementing his suspicions.

The young man's desire to reject Elaine's advances was slowly dissolving with every button she loosened on his shirt, and every steady movement of her fingers below. The hand that had been settled on Elaine's chest drifted down the length of her arm and settled loosely on one of her bare thighs. A shiver raced up Clarence's spine as the cold air of the room hit his now exposed chest and shoulders. 'Do your shirt back up and march out,' said his prim and proper rich boy mind, virtually untainted by sexual fantasies until this point, but his body responded to the thought with a firm 'Piss off, brain'.

The sound of a zipper being undone made him raise his head to observe what his dorm mate was doing, glazed grass-green eyes coming to rest on the girl's brightly-painted fingernails at his waist. It was confusing and even slightly alarming to watch her undress him - to reveal the results of her teasing - but before he could stammer out another question, Elaine leaned forward and crushed her lips against his own. He blinked in surprise at first but slowly began to reciprocate the kiss out of the buried instinct he didn't know he had. A deep, inarticulate hum escaped Clarence as Elaine's tongue snaked across his bottom lip and into his mouth. The thought of kissing a girl had never interested him in the slightest, but he was quickly finding that it was far more enjoyable than he'd imagined. When her fingers danced down the length of his hard-on, however, he gasped, and accidentally bit down on her lip.

A moan escaped her lips and into their kiss as she intertwined and dominated his tongue with hers. Whether it was out of habit, or actual enjoyment, she never knew. Yet the wet snake that explored his mouth and teased his lips continued on despite its slight confusion. Until Clarence inhaled sharply and clamped his teeth down on her bottom lip. Feeling a pain shoot through the skin, she pulled back and gasped a bit herself. Breathing slightly heavily, she slid her tongue against the wound, tasting the familiar metallic flavour.

Part of her wondered if it was intentional, but his reaction told her otherwise. There was no way this inexperienced, naïve boy could know anything about fetishes. There was no way she could know her desire to be bitten, beaten, and broken.

Elaine sat breathing for a moment, her hand clutching at her shirt. The taste of blood stuck in her mouth, sending an involuntary chill down her back. Despite the penny-like flavour, she couldn't get enough. She wanted more, but she could feel her lip already healing. Shit.

Her expectations for this night had been low. Minuscule, even. Even though she had mentally prepared her most fake moans and 'oh yes's, a small and slightly frightening idea popped into her head. Perhaps she could actually enjoy it, rather than faking her way through the climax. The blonde's body shook from the thought and her hand gripped tighter on the buttons near her chest.