RP:Back To School

Summary: Lanara takes Tiber back to school on their honeymoon, and the couple enjoys a fun day of roleplaying, as neither of them had much of a childhood. Their school day is complete with classes, bullies, sports, and it’s no surprise that they both end up in detention!

Part of the New Moon, New Motion Arc

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara excitedly wakes up early and makes preparations for the next adventure on their honeymoon, and she tiptoes around the beachside villa so she doesn’t wake up her husband. The secretive little witch leaves a large blue backpack at the foot of the bed, stocked with books, office supplies, and a paper bag containing lunch. An outfit that is certainly not stylish by any means, is neatly folded, and a simple note rests atop it, ‘Don’t miss the carriage!’ signed with a smiley face. The pants are navy and look as though they are meant to fit Tybalt, and the dress shirt and blue blazer have sticky stains and are made of some cheap scratchy material. There’s also a lemon yellow clip on tie, and a bright blue name tag that is to be pinned over his chest. The witch grabs herself a blueberry scone and eats it as she quickly gets dressed, knowing that Tiber’s jaw will drop when he sees what she’s wearing, but he won’t see her for at least an hour as she has a head start! Lanara slips outside and into the waiting carriage, a pink backpack resting between her shoulder blades, as she waits for a sign of activity within the villa to alert the driver that Tiber is awake. The time slowly ticks by, until the blinds are opened, and Tiber peeks out the window to see that there is a carriage waiting. However, as soon as the lycan gets dressed and makes his way outside, the driver coaxes the horses into a frenzied gallop! Lana waves to Tiber as the horses speed off towards the docks, where she will catch the ferry that takes her to Cenril. Tiber doesn’t stand a chance in keeping pace with the horses, and so he has to take the small cart today, as an elderly man walks past pushing a wheelbarrow. “Get on in, Son! Little Lanara told me you missed the carriage, so I’ll be taking you to school today!”

(Post 2 of 2) Lanara cackles most of the way to school, unable to erase the sight of her tired husband, clad in a lame uniform, chasing after a carriage. It’s the only ‘prank’ she has in store for him today, but it’s all part of the experience! There isn’t any actual ‘school’ today as it’s a Sunday, however, it seems that Lanara managed to pull some strings so that she could role play with her husband a bit. Headmistress Cybil stands at the front doors of the school with her lips set in a thin line, shaking her head at the old man that’s wheeling Tiber down the street, and she glances at her watch every few seconds. Once Tiber is within her line of sight, Lanara exits the carriage, and waits on the curb for her husband to exit the short cart. She’s dressed as a sexy schoolgirl, and she lives up to the cliche, as she wears a charcoal plaid miniskirt, a white blouse tied into a knot at her breasts, a matching plaid tie draped loosely around her neck, black knee-high socks, and leather shoes with a side buckle. Her hair has been pulled into pigtails with a single braid resting over each shoulder, a pink fuzzy tie holding them in place, as she idly twirls her left braid, “Tiber! You missed the carriage, again!” If the man can tear his gaze from her long legs, exposed navel, and luscious cleavage, he will see the smirk on her lush lips. “Want to carry my backpack?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, as she offhands the heavy pink bag, and leads him up the path to the front door. Cybil glares at them both and wags a disproving finger, “Detention for you -both- today! Lanara has broken the dress code and Tiberius is thirty minutes late! That is unacceptable behavior! Get in there and hurry up! Your first class is Math!”

Tiber (1 of 2):: Tiber slowly stirs from under the covers. The man was knocked out-cold from hauling hay around for strange ranchers. This is the first peaceful sleep, as the night prior he had been staying up all night… Honeymooning. The lycan turns his body to mack on his wife before they have to leave, but she is gone. Blonde bedhead lifts to look around the room, one eye open from the light that floods the white walls of the villa. He notices a blue backpack and a note. Carriage? So soon? Obviously he is late for something, and clothes are laid out on the bed. What the hell…? These were not his size. He picks up the small pair of pants which will be capris and/or shorts on him at that point. Was the shirt even going to fit his lean frame? This was a child’s outfit? A scowl settles on his face as his wife is gone. The place is packed up. He has no other clothes and complimentary toiletries are going to be the only thing that saves him today. Quickly, he freshens up in the bathroom, brushes his teeth, combs his hair and prepares himself to squeeze into the small outfit. He stands in the mirror and he looks ridiculous. “You have to be kidding,” is his wife insane? She knows the man likes to look his best and this was -not- it. “I’m gonna kill her.” For taking his normal clothes! He stares out the window where a carriage rests and he runs down the stairs with his backpack like he is a middle schooler late for the bus. Lanara is waving and the carriage is leaving?! “Lana!” The man runs before the horses beat him. He throws his head back before an elderly man inches his way up to Tiberius’ side. The Catalian jumps at the spookiness of the elderly shuffle. Amber eyes trace the little wheelbarrow. Tiberius feels like an idiot which cracks him a smile. She -would- pull this crap on him. “School?” Eyes look to the wagon to the elder before he places a hand over his face in a mega facepalm.

Tiber (2 of 2):: Off in the little wagon the lycan goes. Across the sea on the ferry. People are staring. Staring hard. This is embarrassing. And eventually he is being wheeled around Cenril to the schoolhouse. Once Lanara is in the clearing, the man takes the initiative to get out on his own before striding forward. Until… he sees his wife’s outfit. Tiber stops dead in his tracks at the school girl outfit. All legs and high socks. The little skirt. The man is flushing right about now, and it would be as clear as day on what he is thinking. “Uh–I,” he jumbled like an idiot. He cannot pull away from her outfit–not until she asks if he wants to carry her backpack. That knowing smirk. The pink backpack is given and he is slinging it over his shoulder. Cybil glares. Wait… a Headmistress? An actual school? What the heck was this? “Math class was -not- what I had in mind on my list of fantasies…” He mutters. Should he be so blunt with the Headmistress? Did she know it was their honeymoon? What was this social experiment? Is Lanara trying to embarrass the crap out of him in front of strangers?

Lanara slowly draws her hand from her braid to the tie around her neck, toying with it, as she tries to be sexy while also trying not to burst into giggles at the sight of her husband. Schoolboy Tiber is comical to gaze upon with that small shirt, pants that just pass his knees, and wielding two backpacks. She knows exactly what she’s doing, by mixing the fantasy with an actual school day, and if he’s lucky she just may wear this outfit to bed. Their moment of intense eye gazing is ruined by Cybil, who pulls out a ruler and bops Tiber on the head, “I’ll give you a fantasy, Kid. It’s called -graduating- and at this rate you don’t stand a chance! You both are repeating the eighth grade, so look alive, and get to class!” She glares at them and she closes the doors behind them, and points to one of the classrooms. Lanara smirks and leads the way into the room, but she comes to an abrupt stop, as a tall man with glasses stops writing on the chalkboard and stairs their way. “Welcome! Everyone, give a Cenril Schoolhouse welcome to our two new students, Lanara and Tiberius.” A class of sixteen students, all looking to be around thirteen years old, glances at the couple and mouths some sort of greeting. The boys, who are just beginning to notice girls, stare wide eyed at all the skin that the pretty witch is showing. Meanwhile, the girls look at Tiber with confusion, and one teen starts giggling, “He’s like forty! How many times did he get held back?!” Lana rolls her eyes at the girl and walks over to take a seat at an empty desk, but a dark skinned girl with short hair kicks out the chair, “Don’t sit by me, Weirdo.” Mr. Fincher interrupts, “Tina! That’s enough, okay? We want our new students to feel welcome.” Thankfully, Lana regains her balance and glares at the tomboy, vowing to settle the score in gym class. She plops down in the chair, making sure to bump into the desk behind her, so that Tina’s pen and notebook fall onto the floor. “Oops.” On the other side of the room, Tiber will find a desk resting between identical twins, they each exchange a ‘look’ but they allow the overgrown student to take a seat. The bolder of the two whispers, “Dude. Is that your sister? She’s hot!” The rude girl from earlier pokes Tiber’s shoulder, “What happened to your pants? How old are you anyway?!” Eventually everyone calms down and starts taking notes and working on their equations, and Lana furiously scribbles a note and folds it into a perfect square. She passes this down the line and across the room, and about ten students later, it’s slid onto Tiber’s desk. It reads ‘Do you want to go steady?’ and there’s a checkbox for ‘yes’ and ‘no’ that awaits his reply.

Tiber’s eyes sneak to dance on Lanara’s soft features before he is bopped on the head. “Dude,” the mistress is definitely not a ‘dude’ and he is preparing for another bop, which does happen by the by. “Eighth grade?” He turns and quirks his brow at his schoolgirl wife. ‘Get to class!’ So bossy. “Yes, ma’am,” he mocks which earns him another bap with the sarcasm. Everyone would know what kind of a kid Tiber was in school at this moment. The door is closed and the man is following Lanara until they meet at a classroom. With -actual- children. This is his worst nightmare. Especially with thirteen year olds. Little smart–he holds his thought as a teen is laughing at him. Forty? Rude. “Nice overalls. How old are -you-? Five?” he was about to roast more children until Mr. Fincher takes control of the classroom. Tiber watches Lanara sit. Is this real? What kind of joke was this? They could all stop now, right? Tiber timidly side-eyes Lanara. Oh, no. This is -real-. He drops the woman’s backpack on her desk before grumpily moving to the seat between the twins. And they are -talking- to him. Why? “No, that’s your mom.” Tiber whispers back snarkily. Okay, Tiber is definitely stooping down to teenage level. When the rude girl pokes Tiber’s shoulder, he crinkles his nose. “Bug off,” he crosses his arms over his chest and the girl turns back around sharply. Tiber rolls his head back at this lecture. Equations. Math. Why? Boring. Suddenly, the note slipped onto his desk and he looked down to read it. Tiberius snorts at how ridiculous this situation was. His head falls on the desk, but not loud enough to disturb Mr. Fincher. Slowly he lifts his head before he takes a pencil to check the box ‘yes’. He also makes a note, ‘Wanna skip class?’ And eventually the note is given down the row until one child blurts out. “Mr. Fincher, Tiberius wants to skip class!” The nosy, straight A girl looks over her shoulder in her tattle way. Tiber frowned. Kids were so annoying. “Snitch.”

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara is all doe eyes as she raises her hand and attempts to distract Mr. Fincher while that nose passes from one kid to the next, until her husband starts to write. The teacher blushes at the pretty woman and keeps repeating a mantra in his head that she’s his student, “Yes, Lanara.” She smiles sweetly as the note is taken from Tiber’s hand and passed back, “I was wondering if you could tell me the square root of-” Blonde Becky screams at the top of her lungs that Tiber wants to skip class, and then adds, “And he’s going steady with Lanara!” The twins that had tried to befriend Tiber earlier shake their heads in disgust, as the bold one pipes in, “He said she’s his sister! Ew!!!” The boy smirks as though to say ‘Take that Tiber’ for insinuating that she was their mom! Mr. Fincher’s eyes widen past his spectacles and he collects the note from the tattletale and tosses it into a garbage pail, as he carries on with the lesson. Lana doesn’t get a response to her note, nor does she have her question answered, but Tina does painfully pull one of her braids, “Just -wait- until gym class. I’m going to whoop your butt in dodgeball.” The witch doesn’t bother to reply, as she knows the schedule, and it gives her time to plan vengeance.

(Post 2 of 2) A large bell rings and all the students close their books and head to their next class, so Lana uses this time to prance over to Tiber and retrieve her backpack, while stealing a quick kiss. “Biology is next. Wanna be my lab partner?” She says it in a seductive fashion, before she throws her head back and laughs, “Are you having fun, Babe?! Don’t worry, it’s not an all day thing, the classes are only like twenty minutes each.” They walk into the halls and as they pass by the lockers a bunch of kids run out and aim to shove Tiber into one of them, “Get the grown up! He’s going to be a forty year old freshman!” Another screams, “He’s dating his sister!” It’s comical, but Lana feels bad for her husband, because she didn’t expect Cybil to go -all- out with all these kids and experiences. Maybe she should have been a little more detailed in her note? “Hey. Cut it out, you little brats!” She gives one of the boys a shove, but as he goes to tumble over, he latches onto Tiber’s capri pants and firmly tugs down, pantsing the poor man in the middle of the busy hallway. The roaring laughter causes Mr. Werner to exit the laboratory and he shakes his head, “Cut it out, Kids. Class is starting! Today we are dissecting frogs!” Lana pales at this and frowns, whispering as she walks beside Tiber into the classroom, “You are doing all the cutting, I can’t do this…”

Tiber pinches the bridge of his nose as the twins backfire at him. Sven please save him. Save him from murdering these two identical boys. Finally, the bell rings and the six foot man is up and ready to escape. School is over, right? But Lanara is coming his way to claim his lips quickly. ‘Wanna be my lab partner?’ Tiber feels like a kid all over again. “Yeah,” he grins dopely at the Kelvarian because the drip of seduction makes him forget about the acne kids around him. She asks if he is having fun, “I’m about to shove a kid in a locker.” That sounded like a pretty -fun- idea to him. ‘Get the grown up!’ “Oh my–” he is shoved which causes him to grab a kid by the collar. “Listen here you little twerp, I am a very important man. I will find your parents and I -will- do things that you–” he is cut off by a kid pantsing him. The kid, however, in his fingers is panicked and begging to be let go even if a swarm of kids are laughing at the Catalian. Tiberius drops the kid as he has to pull his capris back up. “I’m about to dissect one of these brats instead.” The man growls at his wife until he reaches for her hand. “Oh, no, no. You’re not getting away that easy with our lovely vacation. It’s the experiences, babe.” He grins at his wife. “You want me to be the true boy I was in school? You’re looking at him. -You- will be getting our A.” He sits down at an empty lab station and pats the stool next to him.

Lanara senses that maybe Tiber isn’t having as much fun as she had anticipated, but she’s sure that he will warm up to the experience during gym class. What boy doesn’t like getting physical and sweating up a storm? Still, he says that he will be her lab partner and something about the way he looks at her, has the witch melting where she stands. Or stood. Now? Lana feels frozen in place as she sits on the stool at Tiber’s side, her gaze glued to the poor dead frog that lies belly up on a small tray on their table. She begins to feel nauseous, from the stench of formaldehyde, the grotesque display of utensils, and the fact that she’s about to carve up an animal. It goes against everything that she represents, and Lana realizes that she’s holding her breath, so at long last, she sighs heavily and she unsteady snags the scalpel. Tiberius is getting back at her since half the school saw him in his undies, and she feels his amused gaze on her as she inches her hand nearer the frog's stomach. “This goes against my religion, against my animal empathic abilities, it’s -torture- and…” The blade presses against the fleshy white spot and a tear leaks from her eye and trickles down her cheek, as that first cut is made down the center. “Okay. Um. Next… I guess, this? There’s so many utensils I feel like I’m carving a pumpkin for one of those contests.” She sniffles and works her way through the process, using the forceps to pluck the heart from the frog, and a strong wave of nausea hits her and she has to drop the tools and turn away. Thankfully, there is a sink nearby, and she fights the urge to vomit, “I’m going to throw up.” She points to the frog, “Finish it, Baby.” Mr. Werner walks up and down the lab stations and he pauses, bending to look at Lana, “Do you need to go to the nurses office?” She shakes her head and sniffles, “No, I will be okay.” She’s -not- leaving her husband alone with these kids, after he threatened to kill a few of them!

Tiber turns his body around to lean up against the table. Fingers fold over his head as he keeps his arms in a relaxed position as he watches his little scientist with a sly look in his eyes. He is amused. Very much so. The amusement begins to fade when Lanara speaks of spirituality. Morals. Abilities. Eyes flick up over her expression and those chilled out arms slack as she cuts the frog. Is she crying? Was the school day not her idea? So much for an A. The more Lana sniffles, the more it bites back at Tiberius. “Here, babe,” he gladly takes over. Easily, he uses pins to pin the froggy flap skin so he can dissect the organs. Actually, this is cool because Tiber -loves- this type of boyish science stuff. He takes tweezers to pull out the stomach. “Look, babe.” He takes a scalpel to open up the stomach. “Sometimes you can see what they ate last.” That is just gross, Tiber. He pulls out the bladder that is in ribbons. “Check it out!” He wiggles the part near her, but he knows that she has a weak stomach. “What do you think, lover, should I be Doctor Tiberius Lowell?”

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara is grateful when Tiberius takes over the dissection of the frog, because at this rate, she won’t make it through the rest of the school day. She steals furtive glances his way, touched that he’s working on their assignment, and also surprised that he’s enjoying digging around in the frog’s body. As the bladder is lifted and wiggled in her direction, Lana is -not- amused, and she socks Tiber in the arm a little rougher than intended. The bladder flies off the tweezer and lands on Big Mouth Becky’s shoulder, which has the little blonde shrieking and jumping from foot to foot, begging her partner to get it off of her arm. Lanara points and laughs, along with all the other students, and a few of the boys toss Tiber a thumbs up as Becky isn’t anyone’s favorite. “Since you’re so taken with animals now, maybe I should bring a few more to the Lowell Estate?” She’s teasing, and saved by the bell, as science class comes to an end! They wash their hands and proceed to Common Class, to learn more about language and essay writing, and they breeze through History, without any issues.

(Post 2 of 2) At long last, it’s lunchtime and recess, and the kids all part ways to hang out in their cliques. Lana takes Tiber’s hand and leads him out to the playground, where they sit on a bench, and unpack their lunch. They each have a bologna and cheese sandwich, a small bag of hard pretzels, an apple, and a small carton of grape juice. As she unwraps her sandwich, Lana inches a little closer to Tiber and smiles, “I know this isn’t our typical date, or exactly what you were expecting for a part of our honeymoon… But… Well.” She looks down, suddenly shy and her cheeks flood with color, but she bites back the emotion and carries on, “I wasn’t allowed to go to school as my powers couldn’t be controlled when I was little, remember? So, I never sat in classes or had lunch with kids, or any of these experiences. I used to envy Taly so much, because she had all these stories and fun plans with friends, and I was stuck in a silenced room at the Academy. Treated like a prisoner with my childhood stolen.” She shakes her head and lifts her captivating brown eyes to lock with amber, “I know that you spent a lot of time in the orphanage, and so you had a stolen childhood, too. I figured we could have a little fun with this today. Love is about making memories, right? Well, I don’t have any memories of school, in the traditional sense. So, I figured I would make memories with you, even if it seems silly.” Will he think it’s foolish still, after learning the reason behind her plans? Softly, she says, “We only have gym left, and then detention… But, we can call it a day if you aren’t up to it.”

Tiber takes the hard beat from the woman. The bladder flies and lands on the little snitch from the other class. Tiber smirked–finally, someone got theirs. And, he earns some approval from some boys. His brows furrow, but an easy smile forms on his face. Despite the day, school was wearing on the man. Bringing back the flood of memories of Venturil. “Why? So I can dissect them?” He grinned in pure jest to get a rise out of Lanara before they move on to their next classes. Once they step foot out the door for recess, however, the man breathes in the salty air. Tiber tucks a foot under a leg and leans back on the bench as he crunches on an apple. Eyes watch all the students on the playground. Most of them form in cliques except for a few jocks who start a game of kickball. When Lanara inches towards the man, he scoots a little closer to her too. Her shyness makes him smile at her. To ease her nerves of confession. Her cheeks are bright and pink and it then makes him grin. “Not actually the date I expected, especially when you’re wearing… that.” Eyes, however, watch her closely as she explains herself. Why she picked a schoolhouse for their honeymoon adventures. Her childhood was stolen and that grin fades and his hand reaches for her own. When she talks of him being thrown in the orphanage, his heart swells a little bit, for he was not really allowed to go out with friends after school. There were rules. Strict ones at the orphanage. No childhood girlfriends. No clubs. No plans. Parties. Nothing. Lanara is raw sharing her tiny dream. Her tiny childhood dream with him. “Well, I gotta say, you would have been out of my league in school. Too pretty.” He smirked. “I love this memory.” He says slowly before he looks around to sneak a kiss from her. He is cautious as he does not want to get caught with PDA. “I’ve been waiting for gym all day.” The man grinned from ear to ear. “Plus, detention was kinda my spot as a kid. Nostalgic. This is the perfect memory. And… I love you.” His hand squeezes her own. Sweetly in that boyish way.

Lanara crosses her legs and seems not to notice the acne-covered boys with raging hormones that keep looking at her body, as her attention is solely on the man that’s holding her hand. Tiberius Lowell. The man of her dreams; her husband, wolfmate, hero, partner in crime, best friend, twin flame, and now… Junior High crush! “You would have been out of my league, too. I was a late bloomer with my curves and I found it easier to communicate with animals. Plus, bad boys rarely fall for good girls, and I was entirely too innocent in my younger years…” She’s -far- from innocent now, especially dressed up in that naughty uniform! Lana’s entire universe had changed the moment she set eyes on the Catalian, as he has this way of making her feel so complete, whereas every other relationship has left an impossible to fill void. “I love you.” Their lips touch and she inhales his scent, her heart pounding so wildly that she’s afraid it will rip a hole in her flimsy blouse. “Our honeymoon has had lots of great memories so far, and I can’t wait to make more memories with you, a lifetime worth.” She ponders brewing an elixir of immortality, so that they never have to be apart, and she can love him many lifetime’s, over and over again. They finish their lunch and Lana throws out their trash, before she points to the playground, “Want to play hopscotch or jump rope?” Her voice drops to a whisper, “Or we can maybe sneak into the library and make out until the bell rings?”

Tiber tilts his head at the thought of innocent Lanara. His eyes drink her in. It was visible to see that innocent side of her. Would he have gone for such innocence? Probably not. Ragey teen energy, but… he likes the thought that she may have made him a better person if they did meet in Junior High. Besides, it was not about her curves, it was about how crazy she made him in general. The Kelvarian was magnetic and he was sucked in for good. He was sure he might have been sucked in back then too. The man finishes his apple and sandwich before standing with his wife. “Hm, scandalous,” his voice is low and he is tempted, but he also knows, this is her memory too. “I think you need to learn some new tricks with jump rope. Besides, I might get a treat just watching you… jump.” If she knows what he means in her tiny skirt. The idea is a good one. Yes. Selfish. Scandalous. But also… innocent. He grabs her hand to go play with the other kids. Who are -gladly- wanting the two to jump because… Tiber looked ridiculous and the boys wanted to ogle the Kelvarian some more. Once the bell rings, it is time for gym class where Tiber gets to unleash all the masculine energy. Dodgeball. Classic. Will he be on Lanara’s team? He is luckily on those boys’ team who gave him the thumbs up earlier. And across from him so far is Tina the tomboy and the twins. The man picks up a ball and bounces it in his hand. “Now you’re all in big, big trouble,” a wicked grin rests on his face. The twins know that deathly look in Tiberius’ eyes and they look mortified.

Lanara enjoyed jumping rope, even if it did afford all the boys a peek at her legendary derriere, which brings back a hint of that innocence from her youth. She laughs as Tiber takes a turn, and she even goads him into playing some hopscotch. All in all, they are two big kids, having a little fun; and the -actual- kids on the playground seem to be warming up to the couple. The bell tolls all too soon, and breathlessly, Lana takes Tiber’s hand as they proceed to the gymnasium. All the kids change out of their regular clothes into shorts and tees, but Tiber and Lanara are forced to remain in the clothes upon their backs. Kickball in a bra-like blouse and a mini skirt isn’t her idea of fun, but the witch is glad that she at least is wearing flats. Falling on her face isn’t how she wants to spend her honeymoon! Timmy and Tina pick out their teammates, and so Lana and Tiber are on the same team, thankfully. She stands next to her husband and narrows her gaze on Tina, who issues a threat their way, “You’re -both- going down!” The witch smirks, because they are doubting her abilities. As soon as that ball leaves Tina’s palm it flies through the air and aims straight for Lana’s face, but all it takes is a little focus and the weave of a spell to have it turning in the opposite direction. She didn’t even touch the ball but it smashes into Tina’s grimacing face, and Lana whoops and jumps up and down, “Whooo!!!! Who’s the bitch now, huh?!” She has had her moment of glee and payback is a Witch! However, in all her elation, Lana forgets that the game continues! Bam! She’s struck first on the shoulder and then on her left leg, thus eliminating her from the game. She goes to sit on the bleachers and roots for Tiber, as it’s her husband versus the twins, and she -knows- her man is going to win!

Tiber is thankful his little witch is on his side. Besides, Lanara would have probably held it against him if he had to sock her with a ball. Timmy on the other side is throwing a ball at Tiber’s leg and he easily dodges it before throwing a mighty arm towards one of the children next to Timmy. Knocking the boy right on his rear. “Out!” Tiber yells across the line in the gymnasium. Soon enough he hears Lanara calling a young girl a naughty word and he feels like he might have to drag his competitive witchy wife off the court. But honestly, he likes this side of her. Did he bring out the worst in her? “You’re hawt, babe!” Then she gets pegged and he is still cheering for her, all the while, dodging balls. Husband versus the twins now. One of the twins throws a doozy towards Tiber’s gut and the man catches it. “Schooled. Just like jo mama!” Again with the mom jokes. The twin looks pouty before he throws a quick bird at Tiber before leaving the court. The other twin, however, is pulling some fast moves with his feet. “Least I don’t kiss my sister!” The twin yells and Tiber takes that very ball before jumping up and slamming it forward to knock the kid in the face. “Wife. And with an attitude like that? You’ll never have one.” Or would he? Because Tiber does and he feels like he is staring in the mirror right now. The kid is bleeding profusely out his nose. Maybe Tiber took it too far. “Good game, squirt.” The gym teacher steps in. “Tiber, Lana, get off my court. Detention NOW!”

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara does a little cheer for Tiber once he takes out the first twin by catching the ball, “Hey Tiber, you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind, hey Tiber! Hey, Hey! Hey, Tiber!” She throws in a toe touch and a split, and several of the girls flock to her for advice on how to get on the cheer squad in high school. Meanwhile, the bold twin has accused Tiber of incest, and things get downright nasty on the court! Lana doesn’t see the finishing move as she’s crowded by kids, but she -does- smell the copper tinge in the air, and that has her shoving the kids to the side so she can check on her handsome husband. If -anyone- hurt a hair on Tiber’s head, she just may be charged with murder, and there are a ton of witnesses. Lo and behold, the Catalian is standing there right as rain, with a gleeful expression on his face. The kid, however, is cupping his nose and there’s blood all over his shirt, sneakers, and the floor. The school nurse appears and she’s calling for a carriage as the boy will need to have his nose packed at a Healer, and possibly a blood transfusion. Is it broken? The rest of the kids are either crying in horror or fleeing the cour, as they're afraid that Tiber may start taking them out next! Lanara though? She’s not scared or even upset, if anything, she’s a little turned on by seeing this side of Tiber. The way he stands there in those skin tight capri pants and that sticky shirt, basking in jubilation of having bested a teenager? She has it bad for this man, and she slowly saunters across the court, hungrily eyeing Tiber and advancing on him with a seductive sway to her step. What is it about competition that drives them both wild?! The gym teacher breaks Lana from her predatory-like flirt, and so Tiber has to settle for a “Way to go, Baby!” and a high five.

(Post 2 of 2) Detention is being held in the library and it’s Tiber, Lanara, and one boy that wears his hood on his head and seems to be half asleep. Mrs. Trevors wheels a large bin of books over to Tiber and Lana and motions to the numbers that are written on the binding, “Match the numbers here, to the numbers on the bookshelves. It should take you about thirty minutes to do all of this, and your detention lasts an hour. After this, why don’t you both do a little reading? Study up on a topic that fascinates you.” She smiles and pats them each on the head, before she returns to her office and immerses herself in a steamy romance novel. Lana sighs and looks at the books and the shelves, “I can’t even reach the top shelf!” Nevertheless, she is willing to work in tandem with her husband, so that they can complete their school day. About half way through, she bumps him with her hip, and leans in, “Lowell. Are you a librarian? Because, I can see you checking me out!” She laughs at her own flirty joke, before she pulls him close for a quick kiss, “I was thinking you can come over after school for some extra credit? I was thinking we could work on our physical education.” She winks and reaches for another book, “I rented a room for us at the new Inn that opened up in the nicer section of town, right near the beach.”

Tiber is all bright-eyed and proud that he beat a teenager. Sven, get him some mental help. Lanara is swaying his way, but he is cut short by the buzzkill of a gym teacher. “The kid’s fine! Put him over a trash can until it stops bleeding.” Well, now we know what kind of dad the man would be if he ever had kids of his own. Thankfully, he is in the clear on the baby train. The kids scatter, and Tiber and Lanara are left placing books on the shelves in detention. Amber eyes slide over the book in his hand in the library. Nostalgia. Today was a good replay of his childhood. Busting noses and dissecting frogs. Even if he was uncomfortable in the tight clothing, today was overall… a good one. One he would remember for the books. The man stands behind her in some cases to sneak the books out of her hands so he has a reason to hover over her and place a book back on the high shelf. She throws a cheesy pick-up line at him and he blinks at her. But the linguist is not too thrown, “You can always meet me in the fantasy section, I can show you a whole new world.” He wiggles his brows. “Maybe I can earn my extra credit here? Ban me like the rest of the banned books.” The detention teacher coughs really loudly which makes the Catalian cringe. “Pick up a book, Lowell,” the detention teacher says sternly. Tiber looks at Lanara. “Buzzkill,” before he finds a book on geography. A usual hobby of his. Even when he was a kid. The rest of the thirty minutes Tiber is passing glances from across the way to his wife. A silent little game on his crush. “Alright, times up, you two.” The hour is over. “I’m ready to cash out for that extracurricular activity back at that Inn,” he grins. It was weird being back in Cenril. When they first had their life in his old apartment.

Lanara bends to put the books on the lower shelves, while Tiber handles the upper ones, all the while their frames rubbing against each other in a little game. His cheesy pickup lines have her throwing back her head and laughing, but Mrs. Trevors doesn’t think it’s very funny! After they're finished, she selects a book on animals, as if there’s anything she -doesn’t- know about them, but she’s only half paying attention. The majority of her time is spent sending spitballs at the back of the hooded kids sleeping form, and blowing kisses and stealing flirtatious glances her husband’s way. Once school is officially over, the witch jumps into her lycans arms and hugs him tightly, “I’m more than ready to earn that extra credit… We’ll be sure to ace our next exam.” Lana kisses Tiber passionately, causing the librarian to turn a startling shade of red, as though she’s seeing one of her sexy fairytales in the flesh. The couple exits the school and Lana insists that Tiber carries her books all the way through Cenril, until they stand before the Inn. It’s a fancy place with fine food and modern furnishings, plus it affords them the privacy they require. “I love you… Thank you for an -awesome- day, and for the awesome night that I know we are going to have!” They settle into their room and relish after having a blast from their would-be past, but it’s clear that they’re both content with focusing solely on their future from here on out.