( COMPLETE ) Tag & Sierra.

Sierra had talked to Tag earlier in the day, and hadn't talked about meeting up with him at all until much later that night. No one had been on her case about her dating Tag, a 'son of ipswich', more than her mother had. Although it didn't matter, because Sierra always marched to the beat of her own drum; doing whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted to. It still got tiring hearing about how she was making her ancestors turn over in their graves for dating someone of the rival coven. Whatever. It was the 20th century, get with it. Though, nevertheless, Sierra always let her mother's reprimands roll off her back, but took it somewhat to heart. If she hadn't, then she would have told Tag of her ancestry by now. Maybe. After battling it out with her mother again that evening, she decided not to wait until Tag picked her up a few hours later. She knew where he'd be, and she decided that she needed to get out of the house anyway. She'd meet up with him.

Clearly, the blonde had means of showing up outside of the gym that would have taken her a few seconds, but she opted to walk at least most of the way. They lived in Salem, where things were spaced out, and so it was sometimes quite unrealistic for a person to get from point A to point B without a car. Sierra's car was parked at school. She'd only went home to visit her mother for a few hours. Why she had done such a thing, she didn't know. The truth was she loved her mother, despite how much of a bitch she was. Her mother was all she had, next to her best friends. And Tag. Though, they never really focused on each other's ancestry because both played off they they were completely normal. Even though Sierra knew he wasn't. So, when it came down to his coven vs. her, she wasn't exactly sure where his loyalties lie. So, on the whole, she wasn't really sure if she did have Tag in the end.

For now, she did, at least. Arriving at the gym, she immediately spotted his car and meandered her way over toward it. It would be a few minutes before he came out, and so she decided to make herself comfortable. Stopping in front of the car, she paused before pulling herself up onto the hood of it. So not to dent the hood, she pulled herself up to rest against the windshield, her leg folding over her other one and she sat patiently waiting. Tag knew that her and her mom fought a lot. He, however, didn't know it was mostly about him. He never had to deal with her mother directly, nor did she want the two to really meet anytime soon, because she stayed at the dorms of school. And if the two did happen to meet, she was afraid as to what her mother might say. She pushed her skirt down some, glancing over at the door and spotted him walking out. She grinned, putting her thumb and pointer finger into her mouth and whistling in his direction.

Tag wandered through the day as he did most others, barely paying attention to anything that did not concern him. His nonchalance did not stem from the fact that he differed from the rest of the student body in ways that their simple minds could never understand, but more a particular disdain for the general population at Spenser Academy. Most of his peers seemed to be entangled in the dramatics that accompanied teenage angst and rebellion, all over quite trivial issues such as wearing the same shirt. In fact, everyone wore the same damn shirt. The school required the students to wear uniforms, for fuck’s sake. The mere stupidity of such chaos paled in comparison to the dark secrets that burned deep within him evoked a rage that he could barely control. He possessed powers that feeble minds could never even begin to imagine, powers that only strengthened as he approached his eighteenth birthday. These were powers that set him apart from the rest, categorized him in an extraordinary league of men that few could challenge. Hence the reason he trudging through his day without much regard to his fellow classmates, and today was certainly no exception.

The oldest Garwin son resisted using his powers to eliminate the petty nonsense from his world, but to do so would be a condescending waste of his gift. Instead, he spent the majority of the day tormenting his best friend Jack in any way possible (which was truly no feat as he had been doing that since their days in diapers), warding off the slew of undeserving guys that approached his younger sister Casey with a menacing arch of his brow, or mentally fucking his girlfriend Sierra in the hallways with that seductive smirk curled over pouty lips. But by the time the final bell rang to unleash the teenagers into the wasteland of their youth, Tag had already been halfway out the ornate doors of the building. He found himself more and more disillusioned with the pathetic existence of his peers, choosing to unleash his pent up aggression during an intense workout at the gym rather than my crushing someone’s throat with his bare hand. Muscles rippled as he alternated between the weight machines and good old fashioned cardiovascular exercise, determined not to succumb to the warped wrath of age as his own father had. Tag understood that his father’s weathered features had been the result of mismanagement of his powers as opposed to genes, but one could never be too certain. Beads of sweat trickled down the back of his neck, soaking the beater that clung to his chiseled frame. He finished his daily routine, impressively guzzling an entire bottle of water in jut four gulps before snatching his keys from his locker and walking out to his car.

He sensed her presence before he could even see her, the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck standing at attention. Sierra had positioned herself on the hood of his car, comfortably propped up against the windshield. The casual arrangement of her limbs seemed so effortless; yet, it enticed a carnal passion deep within him. Tag had his share of females, never one to discriminate against any woman who was willing to give him what he wanted. And there were very few that did not satisfy his craving, even if it was only for one night. But there was something about the breathtaking blonde that left him satisfied but constantly begging for more. It was the stark contradiction that lured him to her; after all, Tag was little more than a walking contradiction himself. He approached the car, climbing onto the hood and over her with the grace of a lion stalking its prey. The hood did not buckle beneath the pressure of his weight, almost as though he had been crawling on air. For all that anyone knew, he probably was. His body sheathed hers, molding against hers in the most inappropriate of ways considering that they were in a public parking lot in the fading light of the dusk. Lips immediately crashed over hers in greeting, hungrily taking what was rightfully his. His tongue traversed the softness of her lips, exploring the sweet cavern of her mouth as he drank in every last bit of her. Finally tearing himself from her, he flashed his signature smirk. “Can’t stay away from me, hm? I have half a mind to take you right here and right now, though I don’t think you’d mind that too much.”

Sierra was labeled as the schools bicycle. Though, not rightfully so, despite the fact that the blonde was promiscuous. She liked to have fun, and as long as the guy had been hot enough to entice her. Game on. She had never really looked much past their looks, because after one night she was done with them. Thanks to her mother's influence, she never really had much perspective on relationships. She didn't care what people thought or said about her, that was the best part of being her. Though, occasionally she would find some joy out of scaring the crap out of her classmates as they whispered in each other's ears as she'd walk pass. She also had a problem with wanting to break the rules a little too much. Not enough to really get her into serious trouble, and if she did, she made sure never to get caught.

Tag had been her first boyfriend. Though, she would never really dwell on that fact. Nor did he probably even realize that he was her first actual relationship. Sierra didn't ever really remember how it all happened. Especially with him of all people. But if she wanted, she made sure she got it. Despite what old books and dead people were against her doing. Yet, she often wondered what kind of spell he had over her. Not literally. She wasn't herself with him. At least not in the long run. She was still the sex kitten. Who wouldn't have been with him as a boyfriend? In fact, her hunger for sex only intensified when around him. Perhaps it was because his hunger matched her own. That wasn't what kept her coming back for more, nonetheless. She cared about him. She cared about him as much as to feel bad about lying to him everyday. Of her heritage, of the fact that she knew about his. About who she really was. As he neared the car, all previous thoughts had escaped from her head and she solely focused on him, though not moving herself.

She watched as he crept up onto the car, and ultimately onto her, which was when her body practically shut down. She met his gaze before his lips claimed hers. Her body suddenly sprang back to life, if only to lift a hand to cup the back of his neck. Her fingers gripped slightly, as her tongue melted into his mouth. When he abruptly pulled away, she nearly groaned out in frustration. She didn't want it to end there. And she knew he could tell by the smirk on his face. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, where her hand still rested for the moment. It then slipped to the side and traced down his chest, where she ultimately dropped it back down into her lap. Her eyes stayed steady on his the entire time. A coy smile crept onto her face, while her body raised upward, pressing herself against him more. She smirked, "Actually it was more along the lines of me not wanting to make you miss me too much. I knew you wouldn't be stand being away from me for another hour." Biting down on her lip, she tilted her head to the sit as it still rested on the windshield. "I wouldn't mind that at all." Her body ached for him, as per usual.