sweet dreams are made of this [lennox]

[KENNEDY LINDA RAMONE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] SOME OF THEM WANT TO BE ABUSED The tips of Kennedy's fingers skimmed over the spines of the many books that collected along the library shelves, the embossed titles like gold beneath her touch as she searched for this evening's treasure, the dim lights of the large room barely even illuminating the words as she searched for one to draw her in. Her ebony heels clicked against the floor loudly in the resounding silence, the only other sounds to be heard being the clicks of nails against keyboards or the occasional turn of a page, not even whispers of other surrounding conversation of others scattered about. She smelled him before she heard him, that smell that had been burned into her memory from the time spent trapped in such a small and enclosed space, the smell of him that she hadn't been able to shake from her mind since the moment that she had set foot in that elevator. Cool blue eyes slipped gently closed, her head lolling backward as she reveled in the scent and breathed deeply, her teeth catching her bottom lip longingly as her eyes came to open once more, the site of novels once more in her vision as she ventured deeper into the labyrinth of knowledge. Click. Click. Click. Again the scent drifted towards her, leaving an insatiable hunger deep within her gut that practically burned at her insides, nearly caused her to scream out though for what she wasn't exactly sure. Click. Click. Click. With the mystery section now forgotten behind her, she was trying to solve something a bit different on her own, trying to find him hidden somewhere between the shelves that felt endless, that left her feeling like a rat trapped in a maze that was seeking cheese with a watering mouth. He was here somewhere, she knew it. Click. Click. Click. The sound was more rapid now, more panicked, the heels anxious against the tile as she flew through the shelves, fingers wrapping around the corner as she spun herself around another curve, another stack of impossibly high books like skyscrapers...like the one she had been trapped in when all the lights had disappeared. It wasn't until she found herself clinging to a shelf to catch her breath that she felt the fingers snaking along her hips and intertwining in the loops of her form fitting jeans. His voice was barely above a whisper now as she felt his lips against her ear, his breath hot against the skin of her neck. "Ssh. This is a library." Instantly as she felt his accent glide so smoothly through her ears she felt her knees buckle slightly, her face pressing into the shelf in front of her as she clung to the surface with all of her strength. She knew that right now if she lost her grip, she was going to go sailing towards the floor. She was going to melt away into a puddle of nothing. "Mmm." Kennedy found herself mumbling, his front pressing up against her back as he laughed quietly into the silver hair on the back of her head. "Ssh." He repeated, keeping her anchored to her spot where she couldn't see him, couldn't turn to drink in the lips that she'd been dying to taste ever since the moment that her eyes had rested upon them. "Can you be quiet?" Though she found herself nodding slowly at his question she wasn't quite sure that her answer, however nonverbal, was even moderately correct. If this continued, she was actually fairly certain that there was no way on earth that she could possibly keep quiet, not when even now she was practically dying to cry out for him and beg him to please let her move. "There's a good lass." Now his voice wasn't even a ghost of a whisper, and she was wondering if he had even said it out loud or if she had simply heard it inside of her head. Oh God, he was inside of her head now, speaking in his low Irish tongue. His fingers slipped slowly from the loops where they'd been restraining her, instead roaming along her sides to find her rib cage and forcefully turn her around, slamming her shoulders into the shelf behind her with such force that she could hear the shower of books behind her slamming to the floor. Shit. They're going to come now. She thought to herself, expecting the librarian to scold them for their inappropriate behavior and send them out without so much as letting her finish picking which book she wanted to take home with her tonight. Never mind the book, him. Without a second thought, her hands grasped the sides of his face as her lips collided with his own, a breathless moment between the both of them as she practically gasped into the electricity that she felt surge through her entire body. Jesus fuck. Not even a moment later he was lifting her off of the ground, hands guiding her thighs to wrap around his body as she connected with the shelf once again, nearly half of the fiction section spilling to the ground on the other side. Still she waited for someone to arrive and tell them they had to go, to make them clean up the mess and leave her panting and wanting more. No, not wanting. Needing. Right now she needed him, needed to feel his body pressed into her own. Her legs gripped his waist tightly and her arms wrapped around his neck giving him the freedom to toy with the hem of her sweater as he teased her. "Mmph." Kennedy whimpered, begging for his hands to roam further than the skin of her stomach. "Ssh. You promised." Ugh, even when he was reprimanding her he was still so fucking hot. Anything that he said could sound so fucking good just because he was the one that was saying it. Where had the clicking gone? The sounds of the keyboards had vanished, the mumbled conversations nowhere to be found in the emptiness of the library, nothing but the vast expanse of bookshelves and tables with not another soul to be found. How strange, it had been so busy just a few moments before, and where were the librarians? Right now, she didn't care, all she wanted was for him to keep touching her, for him to begin touching her, for something to happen. "We're alone." He informed her, his voice still impossibly quiet though now he hadn't bothered to whisper...he was speaking quietly because he wanted her to listen, he wanted her to hang on each and every one of his words. "Go ahead." Once the words had left his lips, they had disappeared from her own, finding their way instead to the flesh of her neck where he kissed and bit at the skin, a loud disconnected moan spilling through as if her body had needed his permission. Come on, come on. Please. Still, he advanced no further, his hands painfully low on her torso and his mouth to her neck. Come on. COME ON. "Mmm Lennox." She found herself pleading, the first time now that she had actually said his name. Until then she hadn't noticed the sharp pain digging into her hip, like one of the books had been jabbing into her at some type of a brutal angle. As she adjusted her body, the sounds of the clicking returned, the feeling of his hands against her gone as she felt her eyes flickering opened and the pain increasing. The library had come into view once more, the bright lights making her squint as she realized the horribly uncomfortable angle that she had been laying. Her legs draped over the edge of the worn brown leather arm chair, black lace up Louboutin ankle boots hanging down like daggers with their pointed heels. Most of her body had slumped downward into the chair and her her was practically forced down against her shoulder, her neck sticking out at an odd angle from the way that she had settled in her slumber. How long had she been here? Fuck. It was a dream. Sighing heavily, she pulled the offending book from the space between her and the back of the chair, the hard cover leaving a red mark against the small sliver of skin that had been exposed where her sweater had traveled upward. This just wasn't fair. Her nose wrinkled slightly in distaste, her eyes closing again in disappointment that she had somehow managed to concoct that entirely scenario in her mind, nonetheless asleep in the library with some terrible smutty romance novel trying to rip a hole her side. Then she smelled it, the scent from her dream, the scent from the elevator. Lennox. When she realized, she nearly fell out of her chair as she bolted upright. WORDS: 1000+ . TAGGED: LENNEDY . SHIT THAT STARTS AS A JOKE.

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[LENNOX RAFFERTY SELWYN]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: LENNEDY OUTFIT: A SUIT. DUH. ONE LAST THING: CREEPER!LENNOX FTW.

"You are a petulant little brat, you know that, right?" Lennox griped to his sister as she tugged on his sleeve and pulled him toward the library. He had already agreed to take her to the library - since Connor had her under strict house arrest orders - and her constant nagging was getting on his nerves.

"I am not a brat," she argued, releasing his sleeve and wrapping her arm through his elbow. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he accepted it, as he always did. She was Kahlan. She was their innocence, their sweetness, what purity they all had left. She was the link in the Selwyn chain, that one person who kept them all together. This could have been their mother at some point in the past, but no, it had always been Kahlan. She was the keeper of their heart as they all lost their souls.

"You're not a brat," he conceded, allowing her to wrap her arm around his, the sound of the wrinkling of his suit a distinct thing in his ear as they walked in to the library building. He understood what it was like to live under Connor's tyranny. Kahlan had only recently become a victim of it - Connor had always spared her for he loved her the most - but Lennox understood. He represented the brunt of Connor's hatred. He was accustomed to it.

"Connor's an ass," he stated flatly, opening the door and holding it for her as she released his arm and glided through it. Kahlan snorted in response as her head leaned back to take in the massive library beyond the entryway. "He'll get over it."

"Or you'll leave him, and he knows it," Lennox finished for her, warranting a look from his sister. He returned her gaze with an impassiveness that was unreadable as her eyes boiled and spun, trying to evaluate what he'd said.

"I wouldn't leave him. I wouldn't leave any of you. I'd never do that," she concluded, her words sounding like a repetition she'd rehearsed in her head to convince herself. He knew it wasn't true, he knew Connor would push her too far and someone would be there to catch her (Finn, no doubt), but he kept it to himself. Kahlan had run before. There was nothing stopping her from running again.

"Of course you wouldn't," he said aloud, allowing her to walk off without him as he brushed down the sleeves of his suit coat and glanced around the place.

The tap-tapping of fingers on keyboards was discordant in opposition to the stifling silence of the bookshelves beyond, and it irritated him in the strangest way. Pushing it aside, his hawklike eyes examined the building. He didn't do this because he was today's assigned bodyguard for his sister, but rather because it was part of who he was. He was an observer, acting only when necessary, when the feeling struck him to actually put forth the effort to react. He moved past the computers where people wasted their lives and past the computers reserved for the boring task of cataloging the library and spitting it back at its visitors.

He moved in to the fiction section as Kahlan disappeared down some other aisle out of his sight. His fingers reached up and lightly glided over the spines of the books, feeling each of them individually as his hand trailed over them. Rough. Smooth. Gold paint peeling from the title etched into the spine. Thick. Slender. Old. New. So many sensations, so many details. His mind gobbled them up as his fingers made love to the spines of the books, memorizing minute details as he passed, only to forget them when they no longer mattered.

Rounding the end of the bookcase, he glanced down as the space opened up in front of him. He took in the details of the area in a split second before he focused on the blond hair rested back against the seat not far from him. He recognized her shoes - not that Louboutins were restricted only to Kennedy, but who else had that hair and those impossibly long legs? - and he smirked to himself as he made his way toward her. He still remembered the feel of the fabric of her dress on his fingertips as he'd gripped her hips in the darkened elevator. He remembered the smell of her perfume, and exactly how tall she was when he stood behind her. He couldn't say it wasn't something he hadn't imagined since then, the way her hips had brushed against his waist and the shifting of the fabric on his hands as it flowed over her slender body.

He disliked attraction. It hindered him, weakened his senses. He was above petty attraction, unlike most men. More than likely, this was the reason Connor still insisted on labeling him as 'gay', because Connor was ruled by his dick in everything he did. Lennox had never been that way. He was far more reasonable, more levelheaded, than his older brother. However, his attraction to this female irritated and bewildered him. He was typically capable of shutting off anything that would get in his way, sexual attraction being the top of that list. But he didn't see this girl as a threat. Perhaps that was why he allowed his hormones to show themselves when he usually would ignore them.

As he stepped silently up behind her, he heard her rugged breathing, could see her chest rising and falling from where he stood, and then he suddenly heard his own name on her lips. Raising his eyebrows, intrigued, he smirked to himself and paused for a moment. Suddenly, she was awake, looking around to gather her bearings as she dislodged a book behind her in the chair.

Stepping up behind her, he rested his hands on either arm rest, leaning down beside her with a slight smile on his face. "Shhh. Don't you know this is a library?"

tell me that we both matter dont we

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

[KENNEDY LINDA RAMONE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] SOME OF THEM WANT TO BE ABUSED For barely even a ghost of a moment Kennedy had almost believed that she was still stuck wandering somewhere inside a dream, one of those rare occassions where you dreamed of your waking up when you were truly still laying peaceful in bed; or in this case...curled up in a chair in the middle of the library. It was clumsy of her really, to fall asleep not only in public but unprotected. The more curious that the world surrounding her father became, the more closed off Kennedy's world became. As of late she had gotten far too used to the feeling of being trapped behind her own walls left only to memorize the imperfections in her ceiling or to spend countless hours writing poetry in the journals that covered the shelves of her room like her very own library. When the female felt as if she needed to escape, she did it through her words or through her girlish daydreams that left her licking her lips and praying that Candyland was a real place. Somewhere different, somewhere new, something exciting. Meeting Lennox had for lack of a better term, been exciting, if you counted being trapped in a metal box in a chute to certain death with a pathological liar exciting. From the outside he was charming, the way his lips curled into that delicate smirk and even the way he eyes seemed to light up when he was doing something devious which as far as she was concerned was all the time. When it came to Lennox, whom she had only met once, she wasn't quite certain what it was about him that left her palms sweaty and having to crush her legs together, but a certain horrific Taylor Swift song came to her mind and made her feel like she was from some sort of cheesy film than living in the real world. I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now. Fuck. Now It's stuck in my head. In that single moment where she felt as if she were still inside the clouds of her mind, she allowed herself to take in the smell once again, let it fill her up and hold her over until the next time she was fortunate enough to have a fleeting thought to hold onto. Her cold eyes flickered upward to see the male hoverning over her, his hands on the arm rests of her chair and his face barely even a foot above her making her heart slam into her ribs so roughly she felt as if she were going to bruise. Before her softly painted glossy lips could manage to form the words that she felt burning the tip of her tongue she heard him speak, the perfect words that left every muscle in her lower body tensing up and her knees pushing together desperately to try to staunch the feeling rushing through her body. Oh. Fuck, just take me right here. Though the animalistic side of her simply wanted to pull his lips down onto hers and say hello by exploring the confines of his mouth with her practically begging tongue, instead she had decided to explore his cheek with the palm of her hand, an extremely audible smack noise ringing out through the quiet space. She could feel the startled eyes of strangers fixating upon them, curious as to what commotion was occuring over by the space filled with those cushioned chairs. For an instant her hands few to her face and covered her nose and mouth with utter shock, her greyish eyes widening as she almost thought to apologize for her sudden assault. "I know it's a fucking library Lennox, I could read the big sign on the front of the building despite the color of my hair." Kennedy hissed through her teeth, each of her words practically dripping with venom. At her comment an older blonde woman cast her a look of both annoyance and distaste, meriting only a death stare from the heiress that made her slink back into her copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. "Lennox? Is that your name today? Or are you Jeffree? Or maybe Tyler? Maybe Catherine if you're feeling up to it." Her words were followed by outbursts of SSH from the surrounding patrons which only got her blood boiling further, the female responding with her very own "SSH!" and several angry looks as if daring anyone to try to silence her once more. With one fluid movement, the female's legs swung over the edge of the chair to meet the floor, the female standing up to her full height though he seemed to still be just a bit taller than her. Reaching out, she gripped the tie that accompanied his suit and pulled him forward, his face coming dangerously close to her own before she turned hers away from him and walked while dragging him along with her just roughly enough to know that she didn't want to be argued with, but not hard enough to actually choke the male. She lead him behind one of the many shelves to where the library was less populated before finally releasing him, her hands finding her hips as she glared at him while her heart still fluttered around like a goddamn hummingbird, past the point of butterflies to where it literally was beginning to feel like a nest of wasps. As she went to speak, she caught notice of the sign right above his head...fiction. Kennedy's eyes grew wide and she looked from side to side, recognizing the spot instantly as the one that in her dream only moments ago she had been wrapped all around him and letting him explore her torso with his greedy hands. Again her hand raised and delivered a rough slap to his opposite cheek, her finger then snapping to point him directly in the face as she practically panted. "Don't speak. Okay, speak. Are you stalking me?" Fuck, please stalk me. "Cut it out." Why did he have to be wearing a suit? She could have handled him wearing anything but a suit. Shit, seeing him standing in the library completely naked would have been less enticing than seeing him standing in front of her in one of those perfectly tailored suits. One of those suits that made him look like such a proper gentleman which made it feel so much more dirty and forbidden when she pictured her nails raking along the arms and tugging it off of him. In her mind she could still picture perfectly his lips against the back of her hand as she introduced herself, though admittedly he hadn't done a very good job at actually introducing himself. If someone hadn't addressed him by his first name, she wasn't entirely certain that he would have corrected her thinking that he was his older brother Connor. If she was being completely serious, she wasn't entirely sure why this bothered her so much. Of course Kennedy had experienced her share of flings at Brown with the local grunge boys, long boards in hand and sweaty knit caps pulled over their curls. This man was an entirely different breed all together, the kind of breed that gave her something to fantasize about when she was alone. Or, well, with strangers who probably had just spent the last few minutes watching her hips gyrate in her sleep. WORDS: 1000+ . TAGGED: LENNEDY . SHIT THAT STARTS AS A JOKE.

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[LENNOX RAFFERTY SELWYN]

there's a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: LENNEDY OUTFIT: A SUIT. DUH. ONE LAST THING: CREEPER!LENNOX FTW.

As he stood over her, Lennox instantly knew he should have announced himself first. It was foolish to get into someone's personal space bubble before they were even fully awake. It was like touching a wild dog while it was sleeping; there are some things you simply don't do. And he didn't know why he'd done it in the first place. It was mildly frustrating that he felt this strange urge to be sexy to her, to hover over her, to make her dream his name again. What was that all about anyway?

Had he dreamed about her? Perhaps not directly. He wondered why he wanted to scoop her up from this chair, slam her back into one of the nearby bookshelves and fuck her until she said his name again, also, but he couldn't dwell on it. He was smarter than that. He wasn't ruled by his dick like his brother was. He also didn't use sex as a manipulative tool. He was intelligent enough not to. Only stupid, weak-minded men used such barbaric tactics. No, he wanted to fuck her simply because he wanted to, and Lennox had very few passions he let have a hold on him.

She reached up and smack him resoundly across his cheek, and his eyes widened as his jaw clenched in reaction. The sound rang in his ears, and he shook his head slightly as he released the chair and stood, reaching up to rub his cheek gently. He noticed her reaction out of the corner of his eye as he stepped back slightly from the chair. Her words hissed at him, warranting dirty looks from patrons nearby, but he ignored all of them except her. Oh, how he didn't believe all blonds were dumb. His sister certainly wasn't, and he knew Kennedy was far too clever to be placed in that category. She was a sly little minx in her own way, putting up this front around herself when they'd been trapped in the elevator together.

As she listed off potential aliases for him, and he smiled to himself as she rose from the chair. "I can be anyone you'd like for me to be," he pointed out, flirtatiously yet not. It was as if he was always reciting a line, fitting into an image that the outside world saw him to be. He was a Selwyn. He was a businessman. He was a gentleman. He was a criminal. But what was he really? Did anyone really know? Did his brothers or his sister really know?

Suddenly, with a strength he hadn't expected, she gripped his tie and pulled his face toward her. For the briefest flash of a moment, he thought she was going to kiss him and a passing surprise crossed his handsome face before she spun and drug him off after her. Being led through the library by his tie like some dog on a leash was less than desirable to him, but he followed her because he had little choice unless he used violence, and he wouldn't. He could, but he chose not to. Perhaps it was because he upheld the gentlemanly belief that no man should hit a woman, or it was simply because he wasn't in the mood, either way, he followed after her until she released his tie and allowed him to stand to his full height once more.

His dark hazel eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion as he watched her. Straightening his tie and his suit coat, he examined her with his hawk-like gaze. She was dressed far more desirable than any woman should for a library visit, in his opinion, and her eyes were wild and tempestuous as she glanced over his head before soundly slapping him across his other cheek. His eyes widened and he growled audibly in frustration before glaring down at her. Her finger in his face didn't help matters because he'd been faced with that same affront far too many times in his own life, and his mood was rapidly shifting with all of the physical assault going on.

Just as suddenly as she had grabbed his tie, he reached out and pinned her hips against the end of the bookshelf where she stood, his eyes flashing as he held her firmly in place. Catching her wrist with one hand, he turned her hand as gently as he could manage and straightened her arm out by her side, blinking a few times and smiling darkly down at her. "Don't put your finger in my face, and don't slap me again," he murmured, his Irish voice deep and rich even as it threatened to tear out your soul and eat it for breakfast. "This is - catch it - the second time I've ever even talked to you, so how could I possibly be stalking you? You, on the other hand, seem to have my name memorized so you can recite it in your sleep. Now, which of us should be more afraid of being stalked in this situation? Hmm?"

tell me that we both matter dont we

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

[KENNEDY LINDA RAMONE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] SOME OF THEM WANT TO BE ABUSED His statement was more curious to Kennedy than he ever could have imagined, the concept of being capable of being anyone that she wanted him to be. Who exactly did she want him to be if she were being completely truthful with herself? In the elevator, of course, she had wanted him to be Connor. Why? Because her father had told her specifically to find Connor, and she wanted to believe that once in her life she was doing something correctly in the eyes of her father. Her gender was already her biggest flaw according to Jackson, as if the sex that she had turned out had anything to actually do with the female herself, as if she had made a conscious choice to destroy his hopes and dreams of passing down his kingdom to a male heir. Now that she knew that he was Lennox, she wasn't sure exactly what she wanted him to be. The forceful seductive man that she had pictured him as in her dreams perhaps? Or maybe she was just genuinely enjoying the challenge about trying to figure out exactly who he really was beneath all the layers, beneath the perfectly tailored suits and dangerously attractive smirks that always danced along not only his lips, but his eyes. Who was he, really, and was she actually entirely sure that she wanted to find out? It hadn't even occurred to her that she was treating him like he was some sort of a rabid dog, and really the only thoughts that crossed through her mind when she was slapping him around was her desperate attempts to drown the thoughts that she was having about him out of her mind as if he were the one controlling them. In a way she was beginning to feel like a puppet on a string, just dangling there and letting him toy with her simply because she was enjoying the thrill of it. Still, Kennedy wasn't a puppet, and if anything she wouldn't settle for less than puppeteer. Somewhere deep inside she did feel badly for the way that she was treating him, dragging him around and yelling at him like a puppy who had just messed on her brand new carpet rather than a man. Perhaps her dreams about them were proving to be less than healthy, because in some twisted fashion they were beginning to make him seem less human to her, like he was simply something that she'd constructed in her mind which she could manipulate to her liking...not that she had any intentions of manipulating Lennox. Or did she? Everything about him confused her, from the way that he made her feel as if electricity was pulsing through her body to the way that even being such a close distance away from him felt too far. She wanted to feel him pressed against her like he had been in the elevator for that instant that had lasted an eternity yet not long enough all at the same time, and all he had been doing was bracing himself when the lights had flickered out. No sooner had the fleeting thought crossed her mind, did she feel the shelf connected with her back as she was pinned to the spot by her hips, believing for a moment there that she had actually just imagined that happening in her head. "Mm." Blinking heavily, she focused her eyes once more, rolling them from his obviously agitated expression behind his eyes to down his arms where his hands resting on her hips. Oh shit, this was real. Now, she was beginning to panic. Had she actually just whimpered like that, or was that also part of the little situation that she had been constructing? Right now, this felt like some kind of a lucid dream that was terrifying and enthralling all at the same time. Staring back into his eyes, she flashed him a dangerous expression of her own, her eyes lighting up with something between threatening and salacious, her tongue slowly running across her lips to moisten them before she spoke to him once more. "I don't like being told what to do." Kennedy managed to respond back to him in a low tone, not whispering exactly but quiet enough that only he could hear her. That was a lie. Oddly enough, Kennedy actually did like being told what to do, but not in this kind of setting. The whole dominance thing was an extreme turn on to her, but only because she was an extremely dominant person herself and she liked the fight, the pull of not knowing exactly who was in control. An amused sort of devious grin appeared across her lips as he explained why he couldn't, in fact, be the stalker, and she waited politely for him to finish before putting in her own little theory about the situation. "I would absolutely love to play poker with you sometime...you really are good at pretending, but I'll let you in on a little secret...me too." At the last statement of me too[i[, she allowed her voice to drop to an actual whisper before beginning again in the same hushed tone. "Yes, I seem to know your name now, but who was the one who knew my name before I ever even spoke it? I didn't know yours, but you certainly knew mine. You should be so lucky as to have me stalking you, Lennox Selwyn. I'll tell you what..." Cautiously, she slipped her arm from the grip of his hand and gently raised her hands upward, not going for his face but instead adjusting the tie which she had knocked out of place on him by leading him around the library. For an instant she allowed their eye contact to break only to smooth out his collar, her crystal blue eyes meeting his hazel ones once more after she finished. "I'll give you one chance to redeem yourself, and do this properly. How about...I go sit at an empty table and begin to read my book. You, like a gentleman, can approach me and ask if the seat across from me is taken. I'll say no, and pretend to be completely uninterested as I go back to my book and read the same line about four more times. You can ask what I'm reading and if it's interesting, and I'll proceed to give you some awful synopsis that sounds like it came off of the cover and start to make commentary because I think it makes me sound intelligent. Then, you can introduce yourself, with YOUR name, this time, and we'll see what happens from there. Or...you can spare yourself the efforts and just do it now, because what better a time to properly introduce yourself to a lady than when you have her pinned to the fiction section?" WORDS: 1000+ . TAGGED: LENNEDY . SHIT THAT STARTS AS A JOKE.

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[LENNOX RAFFERTY SELWYN]

there's a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: LENNEDY OUTFIT: A SUIT. DUH. ONE LAST THING: I'M TIRED. I HOPE IT DOESN'T SUCK.

Lennox's eyebrows rose ever so slightly as he heard her hum in her chest, and he cocked his head to the side as a wry grin ghosted over his lips. She covered nicely, however, and was suddenly staring him down defiantly. He liked her spirit. He was accustomed to strong women, Irish women who didn't take shit off of anyone.

"Have you forgotten you're a tabloid queen, love?" he asked her, his tone gentle on the ears of anyone who may pass them by, but slick and poisonous to the trained ear. There was something crawling beneath the surface of Lennox Selwyn that remained untouched, undiscovered. She began straightening his tie, and he didn't release his hold against her hips as she tighted the fabric up around his throat. Instead, he raised his chin to give her more access, his dark hazel eyes watching her intently the entire time. "Even a monkey would know your name in this city, and I am not your average monkey." He smirked down at her, shifting his weight so he was taken a step forward, closing the space between them but not crushing her against the bookshelf.

As she smoothed out the collar of his gently-striped shirt, he listened to her quietly, the hint of an amused smile toying with the corner of his mouth as she laid out her plan to him. Raising his eyebrows, he nodded and pursed his lips, considering her proposal for a moment.

"That all sounds rather boring, to be honest," he admitted, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he released her hips and gracefully planted his hands next to her sides, watching her with his hawk-like gaze the entire time. "I'm Lennox Selwyn, younger brother to the leader of the Irish mafia. You're Kennedy Ramone, daughter of Wicked Casino owner Jackson Ramone. There, introductions out of the way. Now, more importantly, is the question of why you would pretend that customary traditions affect you even a little bit, and why would you want to settle for them?"

His voice wasn't more than a whisper, and his eyes flashed with a hint of amusement and something else indeterminable. Leaning in closer to her, he lifted one hand and gently touched the tip of his index finger to the dip at the base of her neck. "Having a conversation while pinning a lady to the fiction section is far more interesting..." he twisted his finger gently in the crook of her breastbone and left her skin to gently touch the underneath of her chin, angling her face up to look at her more directly, "...than sitting within earshot of some seventy year old librarian who spends more time with the pages of books than with real human beings." Pursing his lips slightly, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before smiling slightly.

They were only inches apart now, and he had little intention of returning her personal space to her, until he decided it was the time. His eyes grew hooded and his gaze shifted down to her throat where the rise and fall of her chest met with the curve of her neck. He felt a childish desire to reach up and touch her again, but he resisted himself and forced his eyes back to her gaze.

"Lennox!" rang out Kahlan's voice, piercing through his thoughts that had been growing hotter by the second. Leaning back from Kennedy, he discharged the electricity which had been steadily building between them, although his mysterious eyes flashed with an unexplored emotion. Sliding his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, he stepped away just as the blond head of his older sister bounced in to his view from across the fiction section.

"There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Are you ready to go? Connor will think we've run off and deserted him if we d-- Oh," she cut herself off as she rounded the end of the book shelf and noticed Kennedy standing a few feet from him.

"Kahlan, this is Kennedy Ramone, the daughter of a business partner-of-sorts of ours. Miss Ramone, this is Kahlan Selwyn, my sister," he pointed out, glancing from Kahlan to Kennedy with the flash of an amused smirk over his handsome face. He could manage proper introductions when he wanted to; that was his job, in fact. But it entertained him that he didn't bother with this girl. She made him want to be rebellious just where she was concerned, to toss aside any manners he may have or pretend to have.

"Hello, Kennedy. It's nice to meet you. It's nice to meet an acquaintance of my brother's. Lennox doesn't bring around many friends," Kahlan commented innocently, smiling as she extended her hand to shake the other girl's hand. Lennox remained expressionless in light of her statement and squared his shoulders as the two girls greeted one another.

"Did you say it was time for us to head home?" he asked her finally, when her attention was returned to him.

Kahlan shrugged her shoulders. She was feeling rebellious in her own way lately, thanks to Connor blowing her relationship with one of his soldiers out of proportion. "Connor will get his panties in a twist with or without our help." Turning to Kennedy, she smiled genuinely and shifted the books in her arms.

"Would you like to come to dinner with us? It's nothing fancy, but it would be nice to have a new face at the table," she offered.

Lennox glowered over at her, smiling to cover his irritation at her invitation. "Kahlan... I'm sure Kennedy has other things to do..."

"Don't be silly, you prude. If she wants to have dinner, then she can have dinner. If not, that's fine too," Kahlan pointed out, her tone snapping him back in to shape. Drawing himself up, he released a sigh through his nose that came out as a long, exasperated breath. Turning to Kennedy, he smiled slightly at her. "You don't have to feel obligated to attend simply because my sister enjoys overstepping her social bounds."

"I'm well aware of my social bounds, Lennox, more so than you, I'd say. Now shush. Let the girl talk." Put in his place, he fumed silently as Kahlan genially took Kennedy's arm and regailed her with the many wondrous reasons why she should come to dinner at the Selwyn mansion.

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[KENNEDY LINDA RAMONE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] SOME OF THEM WANT TO BE ABUSED The words tabloid queen made her inwardly cringe, seeing how that was the least desireable aspect of her life and the main aspect that she wished she could be rid of. Other than her obvious distaste for her choice of wording, she remained unabashed by his explanations of their little game of guess the stalker. Oddly, she was entertained by this, and found a way to bite her tongue when she could feel the comments associated with average monkey trying to get out. No, he wasn't average, that was definitely something that she could be positive of though she couldn't be too sure yet if he wasn't just another monkey. With the space between them closed now, she was a little too content for her own liking, just standing there and adjusting his tie for him while listening to the introductions that they had completely skipped over upon their first meeting. She was lost somewhere between relieved and disappointed that he had decided to surpass her little scheme of how the two of them were going to meet, simply because she had been looking forward to being cocky and ignoring him for her book and it was a bit more difficult to ignore someone when they were leaned up against you and you were literally staring into their eyes. "I wish I could say it's nice to meet you, Lennox..." Kennedy began, a playful smile on her lips that somehow managed to devilishly meet her eyes. "But it's really not nice to lie to people when you first meet them. And I'm more than Jackson Ramone's daughter, I'm a lot of things that don't get printed for everyone to see." Biting her lip, she thought over what he was saying about customary traditions and she had to agree, the typical and mundane had never been something that the female was very good at. Of course his open admission to being the younger brother of the leader of the Irish mob left a sour taste in her mouth, something that even though she had been more than aware of felt entirely different when he was talking about it out loud. As his hands left her hips, she readjusted herself, straightening up more so that they were equally eye level thanks to the inappropriate shoes for the library. At the feeling of his finger on her skin she felt herself nearly leaning into the touch, her hand reaching up to gently cup the side of his face when he had angled her chin up towards him. "Is that any different from you?" She asked him when he had commented on the librarian, that same teasing tone to her voice. When the female's voice had broken through their hushed tones, Kennedy had instantly snapped out of her trance and returned to her stony composure, head quickly turning to the source of the sound when the blonde female appeared. Of course he had a girlfriend, and of course she was beautiful. Now she was feeling entirely awkward, shuffling softly away from the two of them until she realized that she was being introduced. So he couldn't introduce himself to her properly, but he seemed to have no issues with introducing Kennedy to his gir-sister? A wave of relief flowed over the female and she relaxed, managing to flash an awkward sort of shy smile at the older female as she waved her hand in a slight wave. "Hello." Kennedy started, amused by Kahlan's next statement about how Lennox didn't bring around many friends. "I know, he's a little socially awkward, isn't he?" She said jokingly, flashing a devious grin in Lennox's direction before returning her attention back to his sister. "Nice to meet you too, I didn't know Lennox had a sister. Then again, I don't know much about him." Kahlan's invitation to dinner caught the female off guard, seeing how up until just a few moments ago she hadn't been entirely sure if he was in fact who he said he was, and now she was being invited to his house, which he seemed to be made uncomfortable by. Perfect, revenge. "I actually have no plans for this evening." Kennedy chirped in once she had let the siblings bicker, allowing Kahlan to take her arm and in return, taking some of the books from the other girl to help her carry them. "I would absolutely love to join you, my father's always saying how I need to stop being such a hermit." WORDS: 1000+ . TAGGED: LENNEDY . SHIT THAT STARTS AS A JOKE.

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[LENNOX RAFFERTY SELWYN]

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so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: LENNEDY OUTFIT: A SUIT. DUH. ONE LAST THING: I'M TIRED. I HOPE IT DOESN'T SUCK.

His eyebrows raised as she sardonically said she wished it was nice to meet him, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Lennox liked a woman who was able to speak her mind without feeling cowed by a man. His mother and his sister were both that way, so he was naturally drawn to strong women. Kennedy didn't need to know this, of course. "Are you now?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He could tell there was more to her than met the eye, but he wasn't willing to allow her the upper hand. It entertained him: the way she'd so obviously been piqued by his comment about her being a tabloid queen. It was true, yet she seemed to hate the spotlight. The oxymoron there was deeper than he had time or energy to examine.

As he shifted his weight and drew her chin upward to look at him, he didn't shrink away from the soft touch of her hand against his cheek. Instead, he took careful note of it if somehow he needed the information for later. "Are you saying I'm as interesting as a seventy-year old woman? I don't know if I should be flattered or offended," he joked, releasing her face and watching her. This woman confused him about himself, made him sense the conflict within his own mind. He was a follower, but he was a leader. He was two sides of the same coin, and he didn't know which side was him and which side was the part he allowed everyone to see. His brothers were easy to read - their personalites were hot and obvious - but he was not. He imagined he and his sister must be more alike, but to him, Kahlan was always the innocent one. Little did he know that she was lying to them all, or even that she had that sort of trait within her.

His sister's voice cut into his thoughts and he instantly moved back from Kennedy as Kahlan appeared around the corner. He didn't seem to move fast enough, however, for he saw the look flash over Kahlan's face as she saw the two of them. Composed as always, he watched her with a mildly bored expression as he introduced the two women. He became the butt of the joke as he always did around his siblings, but he could take it. None of them would ever hurt Kahlan's feelings, they left Asher alone because he'd always been 'the sick one', and Connor was too violent to have a sense of humor. So Lennox sucked it up and smiled benignly at Kennedy as she responded to his sister's joke about his social habits. "Not socially awkward, perse, more like socially picky," he noted coolly causing Kahlan to wrinkle her nose up at him.

She ignored him and pressed on, inviting Kennedy to their home. Not that he had anything to hide - he did, of course he did - but he didn't particularly want to deal with it right now. He didn't want to deal with Connor's inevitable comments about his sexuality or Kahlan kicking him under the table trying to get him to be 'cute'. It was exhausting, and the thought of it made him sigh audibly as Kennedy claimed to have no plans. Of course she didn't. Glancing down at her, he saw the glint in her eye, and he narrowed his eyes at her, but Kahlan grabbed her before he could respond.

Kahlan allowed Kennedy to take a few of her books, and smiled thankfully at the gesture, leading them from the library with her arm hooked through the other blond's. She ignored Lennox who sulked in silence behind them.

After the car ride back to the mansion, Kahlan stood with her arms gently crossed over her chest as Lennox sighed and rolled his eyes behind her. She smiled genially to Kennedy and Lennox shook his head, turning his back on them both and disappearing into the house. Kahlan rolled her eyes after him and waved him off as she turned to Kennedy. "He's cranky. Ignore him. That's what we do when he gets moody," she commented with a wink. Motioning for the other blond to follow her, Kahlan walked into the house, a slight bounce to her step. She was pleased with herself for making a new friend, and she also had a ulterior motive. With the attention diverted from her and her blossoming affection for Finn, she could sit back and watch the drama without being a part of it for once. She also knew, somehow, that Kennedy could handle it.

Kahlan loved gossip, so she'd recognized the girl before Lennox had introduced them. She was the one who owned the tabloids Lennox referred to, and part of her hungered to know about this girl's life. Kahlan had always lived a cloistered, sheltered life, especially ironic considering the fact that she was the daughter of a former mob boss and the sister to the current one. They all shut her away and refused to include her, so she was starved to know more about the world around her. If they wouldn't let her wield a gun, then she would wield weapons of her own: knowledge.

As he knew it would be, the dinner table was already set and Eli sat rocking one of the twins while Connor stood nearby with the other. The raven haired Selwyn looked up as they entered, his green eyes glinting as Lennox appeared followed by two blonds: one of whom he knew well and the other he'd never seen. Unlike their sister, Connor had no desire to hear the gossip around town so he didn't recognize Kennedy or give a damn about her existence.

"Who do we have here?" he asked, his tone not curious in the least. Raising his eyebrows slightly, he noticed Lennox's irritated reaction to his question and a smile curved over his lips. Anything that irritated Lennox's was certainly worth his time.

"This is Kennedy," Kahlan piped in, leaving out her connection through her father. As a girl who had always been designated by who she was related to, Kahlan subconsciously left out the clarification in the other female. Her underlying desire to be known as herself and not by anyone else's validation showed through in the simple statement. She smiled innocently at her oldest brother who glanced from her over to the other young woman. As Kahlan walked to him, he handed his son to her and walked toward Kennedy, examining her like a hungry panther. It wasn't a sexual appraisal, as it would have been in times-past, but an assessment. He judged everyone by their strength, whether it was a conscious act or not.

Connor didn't bother smiling at her - she'd be stupid not to know who he was - and he merely nodded slightly and brushed past her, heading for his room. "Fetch Asher so we can eat. I'm starving."

And that was that.

Lennox, always the gentleman that he was expected to be, pulled out a chair and motioned for Kennedy to sit before turning to disappear down the hallway leading to the fourth Selwyn's room. Kahlan cooed at her nephew and settled herself into the chair next to Kennedy. "Isn't he the most adorable thing you've ever seen?" she asked, smiling so her nose wrinkled ever so slightly over its bridge. "Well, besides that one, of course," she added, pointing across the table at her niece who was dozing off in her mother's arms.

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