N'aww, I've been neglecting you of late haven't I? Dayum. Now let me improvise this prologue for y'all. Now, if Sociology is violent, this is practically a romance. Or a lustmance at least :P
You've been warned...
Lara entered, the heavy wooden door heavy under her clammy fingers. What if they were caught? She shook her head with a laugh. She was being paranoid again; they wouldn't be caught because no-one would dare to enter this particular room except her and Tristan.
He was waiting, his legs propped up on a table as he slouched in a nearby chair, a lazy grin spreading across his face when he saw her. He stood, waiting to catch her as she ran into his welcoming embrace. Their lips met as their both succumbed to a fiery need and she gasped softly, sweet lust dripping through her veins as she deepened the kiss. His hands ran through her hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling back and continuing quick, hasty kisses as they retreated towards the sofa.
Neither of them heard the door open, too caught up in each other to care as someone entered and strode across the floor. Tristan heard the footsteps though, and his eyes flickered towards the sound before he pulled back.
"We've got company, darlin'," he drawled softly, just before a pair of hands wrenched her away from him.
"What do you think you're doing with my daughter?" her father demanded, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of mauve as Tristan shrugged languidly and his rage built, pulling Lara out of the room with him.
The door slammed shut and Lara winced but said nothing, wanting to avoid the "discussion" - or rather, argument - which was to come. She hadn't even told him. She hadn't told Tristan that his mother and sister had gone missing. Or rather that they'd fled, to the mortal world.
And now she was walking away, or rather being dragged away, by her father. Another person she was keeping the secret from - he'd jump on the opportunity if he knew. She swallowed her guilt and let disgust fill her. Disgust had always been a safer companion that regret, a less painful friend. It was nothing short of a scandal, the entire affair. Tristan would find out soon.
Sorry for it being rushed (this took me about five minutes) and I'm sorry for any factual discrepancies regarding Tristan and Lara's make-out session - I wouldn't know, to be honest.
I'll post up Soc C1 when it's not almost 4am in the morning.
See y'all next time,