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| Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: December 16, 2011, 2:04 am (14,460 Views) | |
| CarpeDiemBaby | March 6, 2012, 3:26 pm Post #256 |
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// Sunglasses indoors.
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Damn!!! The part of the fight was AMAZING!!! I felt like I was there I want her to stay with JASE!!!! LOVED IT!!!!
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| Lilith | March 6, 2012, 7:10 pm Post #257 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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I love James and Jason finally vented out, they really needed it. It was very well writen. Yeah, it's a bad idea to have James coming over while she waits for Jason. Though, I hope it's James who knocks on her door when the moment comes...
Edited by Lilith, March 6, 2012, 7:11 pm.
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| Voxx | March 6, 2012, 9:18 pm Post #258 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Thanks ladies! I will post the next bit either tomorrow or the day after once I've edited it. Yes, I think the fight has been a long time in the making. I think it was needed for the both of them. As for what happens next, all I can say is that it is indeed James who knocks on her door and they have a lot to resolve between them.
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| Lilith | March 6, 2012, 9:53 pm Post #259 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Phew! I think I've been watching too many crime tv shows lately!
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | March 7, 2012, 2:28 am Post #260 |
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| Scorpion Flower | March 7, 2012, 10:49 am Post #261 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Ther fight was very well described though I don't think they should get that involved, I mean violence, there's others ways, but well....maybe not for them in that time... I also think Kat and James have a lot to talk about, but I do hope she stays with Jason. |
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| Metalicious | March 7, 2012, 11:12 am Post #262 |
Blackened
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This was frigging brilliant. I can so picture something like this actually happening within the band. James and Jason's relationship always seemed so volatile. I can imagine them getting really physical and worked up, and you wrote the fight so well. Loved it. Also, two guys fighting over Kat? HOTTTTTT. Am dying to know what's going to happen when she meets James...what's he gonna say? or do? And what the hell will Jason think if he finds out? Loving this. Just loving it! |
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| Voxx | March 7, 2012, 12:13 pm Post #263 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Thank you ladies for all your lovely comments. I'm glad the fight scene has gone over well. I wrote it at the suggestion of someone This next bit....well I hope it goes over just as well. Don't hate me! I'm posting again right before I dash off to class. So once again, I think I caught most of my grammatical errors, but if not, I do apologize!! I'll try and post the next bit tomorrow! Please Enjoy! ![]() Chapter 31 It was close to midnight when I heard a soft knock on my front door. I had fallen asleep while reading my book and while the knock had been soft, it jolted me awake. I carefully climbed out of bed and turned a few lights on as I made my way towards the door. My heart was pounding with nervousness and my hands shook slightly as I unlocked the door and pulled it open. James was waiting patiently on the other side. Though the light was dim; I could see that his hair was still wet from the shower he must have taken right after the show. "Come in" I invited, stepping back to let him past. He slinked forward, turning slightly to get by me in the tight space of the front foyer. His chest brushed against mine as he squeezed by and I had to fight not to jump backwards. Despite the years gone by and the therapy, I was still nervous about being around him. Intentional or not, what had happened between us had deeply unnerved me at the time and I was surprised to find that maybe I wasn’t as over it as I had thought I was. I closed the door once he was inside and then gestured for him to move inside into the kitchen. James took his leather coat off, revealing a simple black sleeveless t-shirt, and draped it over one of the bar stools before moving further inside and sitting on the sofa in the den. In the brighter light of the den I could see that the the hint of a black eye I had seen earlier had now fully blossomed into a nasty mashing of blue and black on his right eye. There was bruising at the bridge of his nose that spread out to sweep under his eye, blue and black tendrils disappearing onto his eye lid. The white of his eye was coloured with blood, threatening to cloud his blue iris over. His mouth was a little less worse for wear, but I could see that his lips were cut up, either from being punched or from his teeth biting into them from being punched. I winced a little as I studied him, immediately sorry and guilty for his fight with Jason because I knew I was partially to blame. Agreeing to go with Jason to the concert had been truly stupid on my part; but I had rationalized it because I needed to see James and say my piece. "Can I get you anything? Water? Ice? Are you hungry?" I asked him in a rush as I stood before him nervously, my hands smoothing away imaginary wrinkles in my sweat pants. James shook his head and smiled at me. "Thanks, but I'm fine". I nodded and then curled up opposite from him on the sofa, leaving the middle cushion unoccupied by the both of us; our very own Switzerland. I looked down at my lap where my hands sat folded limply. I felt uncomfortable and unsure of what to do next since it was James who wanted to talk more than we already had. I swallowed hard before finally breaking the silence. "So, the show went okay?" I heard James sigh deeply and I looked up in time to see him running his hands over his forehead and then eyes. "Yeah it was fine; nothing really special. But it was good" he replied. I nodded absentmindedly, waiting for him to say what he came here to say. There was a long pregnant pause. I allowed myself to peek at James every now and then and every time I did he looked like he was struggling internally with whatever it was he needed to say. Despite the appearance of being in control and strong, mighty and bullet-proof, I could see that he was a deeply conflicted man that was in need of something soft and yielding in his life. It was written plainly all over his face; the desire for more than what he had. Watching him now, I was taken back to those first few awkward, yet sexually charged, first encounters that I had had with him. He had still been, in a way, happily naïve and young at heart. Before me now was a man that had grown considerably since I had seen him last. I didn't see the young, handsome carefree boy that I had fallen for. Instead, here was a man that was hard and on the edge. On the edge of what though, I couldn't say. "James" I said his name carefully. We locked eyes and in his I found a look that I had seen many times before. Want. Desire. Need. I suddenly began to feel more than uncomfortable. I began to uneasy, bordering on frightened from the look of pure and wanton need that was written on his face. It was in the way his eyes were narrowed like a predator and the way he carried tension in his jaw. My fear must have registered on my face because just as soon as I saw it, it was gone, only to be replaced by alarm. "Jesus, I'm sorry. I –" James started in a rush, stopping as he collected his thoughts, "I didn't come here tonight for that. I'm sorry. But if I'm honest, and I want to be honest, I'm still attracted to you. Even after everything and the way I felt for so long, now that I see you, I still want you". My reaction, or perhaps my lack of reaction sent James into another hurried, frenzy of words and he did his best at attempted damage control. "Fuck! Just ignore what I just said" he croaked hurriedly, his voicing cracking from nerves. He stood up suddenly and walked the few steps to the balcony doors and looked out. He shoved his hands into the front of his pockets and then pulled one out to pull back the curtains slightly to look out into the night. I watched him silently, again, for a few seconds before I remembered my little issue and then I all but launched myself off of the couch and behind James to close the curtains violently with haste. I had to reach around him to grasp the curtain and we touched again, my extended arm brushing warmly against his shoulder. We both jumped, almost as if we had been shocked by an electric spark; and perhaps in a way we had been, shocked by the healing spark that times gives because I was surprised to find that the touch had not been unpleasant. "Sorry" I mumbled meekly, pulling my arm back to the safety of my own bubble. But James turned and caught it gently in his hand. "Don't be" he murmured back softly. We stood there, frozen, looking at each other. So many questions, so many things left unsaid, so many things that should be said. "Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if I hadn't…" James trailed off. I gently tugged my arm from his grip and took half a step back from him before answering, albeit hesitantly because I was unsure of how he would take it. "Honestly James, the truth is no. I don't want to dwell on the 'what ifs' of life. We can't change what happened. It's poisonous to live in the past. It's how we choose to not let go, by clinging to ghosts and dead memories that haunt our thoughts, our actions and our relationships. They turn us into crippled spectres of who we or, or who we ought to be. We have to look past that and choose to live in the now". James' expression changed. It was subtle, but I saw it. For the briefest of seconds hurt overwhelmed his eyes. But just as soon as I saw it, it was gone again, replaced by the look that he had given me when I had first encountered him today, something very close to hate. He pushed past me, his strong shoulder bumping into my own, throwing me off balance. I had to reach for the wall behind me to keep steady on my feet. James walked over to the breakfast bar. He put his hands on the cool granite and extended his arms out so that he was leaning hard against it. The muscles in his arms were shaking with tension; his fingers curled slightly trying to dig in to the granite. He bowed his head slightly, his broad shoulders hunched. "I've thought about you everyday" he admitted to me, his voice soft, but he growls his confession. "I've thought about you every single day since that afternoon I walked out of your office in San Francisco. I've thought about how different it all could have been; me and you, me and Jason and Metallica. All of it, right? Sometimes I feel like I really am that monster who did that to do and that I can't control what is inside of me. Other times I think you turned me into a monster. Most of the time I'm just confused. I don't know who I'm supposed to be. All that I do know is that I think... no wait, I know that you're the type of girl I could have fallen in love with. I've loved you and hated you from afar. And now it's too late because I've lost you". He pushed off of the counter top and turned to face me, eyes searching my face hungrily. "Haven't I?" he whispered. I squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, unable to form any kind of coherent thought. As the seconds ticked by, I watched him visibly deflate under the weight of my silence. "Well I guess that says everything" he smiled sadly. He flicked his long hair, still wet even now, over his shoulder. "I think I've always known, on some level, that you're just too perfect for my hands to hold". The seconds ticked by in more silence until I finally responded, nearly exploding. "Well what do you want me to say?" I demanded of him almost angrily. "What can I possibly say James? From the perspective of many people, my therapist included, you raped me. What would you have me say? I forgave you a long time ago because I'm not willing to bear that kind of hate for the rest of my life. But if you're asking me if we could ever just pick up where we left off before all of this, well then the answer is I have no idea! Probably not though. I will admit to you that it is difficult for me to think about what happened as rape. I said yes. Even if I didn’t want to have sex with you that night, I did at some point. I cared about you deeply and you were asking me and you wouldn't get off of me. I said no at first, but you just wouldn't leave me alone. So I relented. I said yes. Is that rape? I don't know James. I'm very conflicted about it. All I do know is that you being here is bringing up feelings and memories that scare me". I stopped suddenly, processing for a moment what I had just said. I realized that it was true. "I'm scared of you because of what you did to me and I'm scared of the way that I'm feeling right now with you being here because I feel connected to you" I admitted again more quietly so that James had to strain to hear me. "I'm sorry" he replied softly. Simply. "Yeah, me too". I sighed, and walked back over to the sofa, sinking down slowly to sit. I let my elbow rest on the arm of the sofa and leaned heavily on it. "What are we even doing here James?" I asked him. He crossed the room and stood in front of me, but quickly sat down on the coffee table so that we were face to face. "I just wanted to know if we ever had a chance. But...I guess...well I mean after today and seeing you with Jason...well...are you with him?" he was finally able to get the words out. I paused and thought carefully of what I was going to say next because I had yet to even speak to Jason about this whole mess. "I'm not with Jason. He's married I finally said rather simply, deciding that the shortest truth possible would be best. "Are you going to be with him?" He asked again quickly. "No" I replied sadly. James paused for a heartbeat before whispering his next question almost painfully as if it caused him some kind of harm to ask. "Do you love him?". "Yes" I breathed without hesitation. He hung his head a bit, his eyes hidden from me. But he took my hands carefully into his own. My extended stay in his presence had proved to be slightly therapeutic and this time my heart didn't race from fear and I was able to keep from shaking. It fact, I revelled at his touch, remembering when I had yearned for it daily. James raised his eyes to mine and I was both shocked and saddened to see that they were glassy. "You should be with him then. When two people love each other, they should be together". "It's not that simple". "Yes it is Kat. Love is simple; it's people that make it complicated. Nothing else should matter". I looked at James with something close to surprise on my face, but I smiled all the same. "Who told you that?". He shrugged a little, winced in pain at the movement, most likely from bruised ribs, but smiled back at me. "No one did. But it's true, isn't it?". I nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I suppose it is". "Jason is a good kid. I see it. But I don't think him and I will ever really be able to be friends after all this". I nodded once more in agreement. It was sad, but true. James rose from where he was seated on the coffee table. He looked down at me, a plethora of emotions dancing around his eyes. If it weren't for how much his eyes gave away, I would never have been able to come even close to reading him. The rest of him was closed off. He turned suddenly and began to walk back towards the front door. I stood and followed him. Once at the door, he paused and turned back to face me. "You should give him a chance Kat". I shivered from the intensity of the look he gave me. It was loaded but I couldn't decipher what it meant. I only knew that it sent tingles down my spine and made my knees weak. Even despite everything, James was by far the most handsome man that I had seen. He still had sway over me whether he knew it or not. I hugged my arms tightly around myself, almost in an attempt to ward him off. "You're right James. It is people that make love complicated. But I can't be with Jason, not with a clear conscious". He smiled weakly and nodded. He opened the door and stepped over the threshold before turning one last time. "Be seeing you". It might have been me, but I thought that I detected a slight tremble in his voice as he spoke; almost like he knew this was goodbye, but hoping that is wasn't. "Yeah; see ya" I replied lamely, strangely sad to see him leave. I felt like I was with the James that I had known before everything had become such a big mess. How did that make me feel? Scared. But at the same time, it was also oddly liberating to know that we could be in each other's company. While it might have been awkward at first, I felt like we had been able to move past that. James came here to say what he needed to say and so did I, more so than back at the concert venue. I felt whole again. Seeing him and speaking to him had filled a void somewhere inside of me that I wasn't even sure I had been aware existed. I felt healed. He gave me one last curt nod and then began to descend the staircase quickly, his long legs allowing him to take two steps at a time. I retreated back into my apartment and swung the door closed behind me. It was when the door closed me behind me with a soft click that I noticed James' leather coat still lying on the bar stool in my kitchen. I quickly grabbed it and then rushed to my door, opening and shouting after him. "James!". There was a sudden thundering on the stairs as James ran back up. His head appeared and then his body as he made quick work of them. "Yeah?" he asked me hopefully, slightly breathless from the exertion. He came to stop right in front of me, eyes travelling down to the jacket I clutched in my hands and then back up to my face. His cheeks were flushed a soft pink and his blue eyes sparkled with the hint of a deep need that he had allowed to permeate through earlier in the evening. My eyes were locked on his. They drew me in. It was as if all at once, he was unleashing their full effect and I was experiencing it all at once for the first time all over again. "Um" I mumbled stupidly, forgetting what I was going to say as I was taken in by him unwittingly. "Yes?" "Um...you forgot your coat" I murmured. I held it up and slowly extended my arm the short distance between us to hand it to him. His large hand folded over mine and trapped it. With his other hand he gently pried the coat from my fingers all the while maintaining eye contact with me. He took that half step that separated us and lowered his head slightly. He looked at me hesitantly, looking for some kind of signal or sign of what to do next. I licked my lips, knowing that he wanted to kiss me. Despite what he had said earlier, about sex not being what he came here for, I knew, just as he knew, that he wanted it desperately. With that realization in mind, I surprised myself to find that the prospect of it was not unappealing. Terrifying maybe; but not at all disagreeable. Part me, I think wanted to just know what it would be like one time. "Can I kiss you?" he asked me, the breath of his words rolled gently over my lips. I gave him a slight nod and told him with my eyes that he could. James lowered his lips closer to mine, stopping just short, giving me one last chance to change my mind. Sensing his hesitation I cupped his face with my hands, caressing his skin, and pulled his lips that last inch to my own. It was electric. Our lips met and I felt a jolt throughout my whole body that was mirrored by a shudder in James'. His lips were surprisingly soft. We kissed like hesitant pre-teens at first; unsure of where to put our hands, how deep to probe and self-conscious of the noises we made. I could sense the urgency that James was holding back, afraid of frightening me. My heart was beating rapidly, both excited and terrified. I trembled under his lips but I gave him more, opened my mouth and welcomed him to take control of the kiss. His tongued probed, met my own and stroked and caressed. He coaxed me into submission and eventually action. I let my own tongue invade his mouth, mimicking his same slow, smooth dance. James took a step forward so that our bodies were pressed together. I could feel the erratic racing of his heart against my chest, a mirror of my own, in perfect sync. His hands roamed, finally settling on my waist and dipping now and then to smooth over the curve of my ass. Our kiss was slowly becoming frenzied as our tongues could no longer maintain their slow, delicate progress. We began to kiss more deeply and I felt the need in James rise up again as a small groan escaped his throat; only to be trapped in our kiss. It sent vibrations down my spine, eliciting a small gasp from my own throat. I took a small step backwards, back into the safety and seclusion of my apartment. Our lips remained locked as James followed. He kicked the door closed behind me, the crash of it momentarily returning me to the present and what we were doing. I broke our kiss and stepped back a half step to study James. His eyes were glazed over in arousal, a deep, dark abyss of need and his chest was rising and falling quickly. His leather coat lay forgotten on the floor behind him. Sensing that I was uncertain about something, he gently reached out and cupped my cheek. His thumb stroked the soft skin there tenderly. "What's wrong?" he asked me in a whisper. "Is this okay? Are you scared?". I gazed back at him, my thoughts and demons starting to catch back up with me now that we had slowed down. "In my head, I feel like this is wrong on so many levels" I admitted to him. His hand dropped away from my face and his face closed down as he quickly bottled his emotions. "Wait, let me explain. If people knew; if Jason knew that I was kissing you right now...after you..." "After I raped you" he finished for me bluntly. I shook my head, "That's not what I mean and I told you that's not what I think about you. I mean it just looks bad. And James, I'll be honest with you; I don't see us getting back together. I'm in love with someone else, even if I can't be with him. I don't even know what I'm doing right now. I'm so confused. Today has been an emotional rollercoaster of ups and downs and then ups again. I don't want to give you false hope like this. I'm really sorry". James stared at me, his jaw falling open. "Kat, I'm not naive enough to think that we're going to get back together. I came here tonight because I wanted to know if there was even a slim chance. I see that now there isn't. I get it. But fuck, I can feel that you're still attracted to me. I get how fucked up this is. Jesus Christ; I mean I assaulted you and here I am asking you to sleep with me now, right? I understand that you're in love with Jason. I can be honest with you because quite frankly, while I've never felt both so close and so far from someone before, I know I can trust you. So in the spirit of honesty, it hurts that you chose Jason over me". I started to protest, but James rushed forward and stopped my words with a kiss. His lips pressed hard to mine, asking me silently to just listen. He broke away and cupped my face in his hands again, stroking my hair now and then while he spoke, but forcing eye contact with me. "But I'm asking you to give me this night. It will be our secret. No one needs to know. It's no one's business but our own. Fuck what anyone would think. We're grown adults Kat. We can make our own decisions. I need this. I need to know what it would be like, just once. And I think that you do too". Despite small misgivings in my heart about how Jason would feel if he ever found out, what he said resonated with me. I felt like some kind of sick fuck, but I needed this just once; for closure. I needed to say goodbye to this man that I was tied to in every way imaginable, despite my efforts to escape him. I clasped James’ hand in mine and led him into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I led him to the bed and stood before it awkwardly, not sure of what to do next. James stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His strength and the warmth of his body surrounded me. "This is madness" I whispered. "Stop thinking and just be in the moment". His fingers found the edge of my t-shirt and began to lift it up. I raised my arms over my head and he slipped it up and over, letting it fall to the floor when it was free. His hands slid up the sides of my torso, over my flat tummy and over my hips, revelling and stroking the soft skin there over and over. "You're so thin" he murmured, concern colouring his tone. I couldn't help but chuckle a little uncomfortably. It was the only thing I could do because I knew I wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise. James' hands soon found their way to the clasp of my lace bra. He deftly undid it and it slid free down my arms. His hands greedily cupped my breasts from behind, squeezing gently with delight. His chin was resting on my shoulder and he gently bit the side of my neck as he enjoyed the view from above. I could feel his appreciation and arousal from behind as his engorged cock pressed against my ass with a hot, hard need. "Lay on the bed, on your stomach" he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling as he spoke. I did as he bid me, crawling on all fours to the stop of the bed before lying down. I folded my arms in front of me and rested my chin on them. I felt the weight of the bed shift as James joined me on the end. He crawled forward and then straddled me. "What are you doing?" I asked him nervously. James leaned forward so that his chest was pressed firmly to my back. I could skin on skin and delighted in the warm of his firm body, despite the misgivings I was still feeling. He nuzzled my neck before whispering, "You're so tense. You need to relax. I'm going to help you relax. I want this to be good for you Kat. I want you to remember me differently from now on". He leaned back and then expertly began to massage the muscles of my back. It wasn't long before I could feel myself melting into my mattress as a deep relaxation over came me. I focused on the deft way he moved his fingers in circles on just the right spots. He elicited small moans and sharp intakes of air as he worked me. Every so often when I let loose a particularly loud groan, James would chuckle to himself in delight. After what felt like an eternity of pure bliss he rolled off of me and slid down the mattress until he was lying beside me on his side. He kissed the tip of my nose and pushed a few stray strands of hair back from my face. "Feeling better?" he prompted. "Mhmm" I replied. "Good". Our lips met again, more comfortable now, more sure. It wasn't soft and slow anymore. James kissed me with urgency and need. I let my hands roam over the broad expanse of his chest and then down to his waist. At the touch of his jeans, I stopped, a little hesitant. James' lips left mine again and he looked at me with a smile. He reached down and undid his own jeans, lifting his hips slightly so he could slide them down. He then let them fall to the side of the bed. His hard erection sprang free, but it was still trapped and compressed by his boxer briefs. He gently cupped himself and smiled more broadly at me. "Your turn" he teased me. I blushed slightly from embarrassment. He smiled at me warmly as he reached for the draw string on my sweat pants. He undid it nimbly and then tugged hard until my sweatpants joined his jeans on the floor. James rolled onto his back and then beckoned me to crawl on top of him. I did as he bid and immediately felt his arousal against my groin. "Uh fuck" he moaned in delight, lifting his hips to rub himself against me more firmly. We kissed again; lips, tongues, hands and souls calm, steady and sure. We were in perfect unison, not speaking, just feeling and responding to touches, caresses and moans. James finally began to move things to another level when his fingers began to play along the tops of my lace panties. They dipped down slightly, teasing, probing, testing and then when I didn't refuse, he began to lower them down the curves of my hips and ass. I had to stand on the edge of the bed to take them off completely and I blushed once more as his hungry eyes roamed over my body. "You're so beautiful Kat. It hurts" he whispered, his voice hoarse. I blushed a deeper shade of scarlet at his compliment. I watched his chest rise and fall rapidly in arousal, his eyes wide and clear with purpose. His hand travelled down to cup his hardness and he gently rubbed himself as I stepped out of my panties. I stood before him shyly, self-consciously, until he cocked his head and raised his hand, calling me back to bed. I slid down so that I was lying next to him. James scooted closer to me so that we were lying on our sides facing another. Our noses touched and I smiled at his tenderness. We kissed again, his hands traveling over my nude body. His hands cupped my breasts, fingers teasing nipples, until they moved lower and lower. He asked me with his eyes for permission, waiting with almost a look of fear in his eyes. I had never seen James like this, not even while we were dating. He was being very gentle and waiting always until I gave him the okay to move forward. This new tenderness looked good on him; when he allowed who he really once to come through and not the usual hard and mean front man for a heavy metal band. I nodded, giving him permission and his fingers delved deep inside of me and began to caress and then probe my hot, wet centre. He began to make himself crazy as he gave me pleasure, rubbing his hot groin against my hip in need. I closed my eyes as his lips met my own again, and I remembered how he had expertly worked me before. When I felt the hot fire begin to burn low in my groin and my body begin to tighten in anticipation, I reached down and stopping the frenzy of his fingers. "No?" he asked me surprised. I shook my head with a smile. "Not yet". James returned my smile and then rolled on top of me, pushing me onto my back. His pulsating need settled warmly in the nest of my groin and he began to work his hips desperately. He elicited soft moans from both of us and before long he was kneeling over me and stripping off his boxer briefs. His hard cock sprang free, warm and red with need. I reached for him and my fingers closed around his length, already feeling small pearls of wetness smearing from the tip. I rubbed him, gently at first, and then more firmly and with purpose. His eyes closed with ecstasy as he focused on the pleasure building in his core. His hips bucked in response to my touch and he growled low in his throat. James gently grasped my hand in his, stopping my hand from moving up the length of his shaft. He looked down; his blue eyes were as deep as an ocean abyss and dark with want. Without words, he let me know that he was too close for that kind of play. He settled his body back on mine, supporting his own weight above me. With one hand he reached between us and grasped his hot length and began to tease my slick opening. At first I felt a flash of terror as my mind went back to that night. It was must have registered on my face because James stopped suddenly and froze. "Are you okay?" he panted heavily. "Do you want to stop?". Perhaps it was the fact that he had stopped at the first sign of my discomfort, or maybe it was the concern that flooded his words, softening the acute horror I felt when he had been about to enter me. But my racing heart slowly returned to normal and my body, which had clenched with fear, began to unravel again and relax. I took several deep breaths and then reached up to place a soft kiss on James' wet lips. "I'm fine. I'm okay". James waited a moment more, gauging me. I gave him a small smile which seemed to convince him because he smiled back at me. He readied himself once more to enter me, the tip of him teasing my entrance once more. With his other hand he encircled my waist and pulled me down further. He slid in with the motion and we both gasped at the sensation. With James deeply embedded in me, I suddenly had a thought. "James, wait. Wait!" I asked him, my voice breathy from the pleasure that one swift movement had caused. James froze once more above me, fear taking over his face. His eyes were wide with alarm and he removed his hands from my body so quickly, it was as if they had been burned. "Wait, it's just, do you have a condom?" I asked him. At first, my question didn't draw out a response from James. He remained a statue, an Adonis, above me. But after a few moments, when he registered my question and he realized I wasn't scared or yelling at him, he smiled, even chuckled. "Aren't you still on the pill?" he asked me as he leaned down to capture my lips in his. He moved his hips ever so slightly, in and out, and we both moaned at the movement. I shook my head, unable to speak. James looked down at me surprised until I had recovered my sense enough to speak. "I stopped taking it when I started modelling. It made my boobs too big. You know all those hormones. Even now my breasts are on the larger size for modelling" I confessed to him. James' mouth dropped open in surprise. He leaned down and kissed each of them, sinking his teeth in a little, making me giggle. "They're perfect, they're not too big" he murmured, his face buried in my cleavage. I ran my fingers through his long locks and smiled, feeling happy in that moment. "So about that condom?" I asked again. James shook his head, and began to move his hips, slowly and sexily at first but then more quickly, finding a rhythm. "I'll pull out before I come" he said in between thrusts. I only barely registered what he said as his body continued to crash into mine. His steady thrusts sent me over the edge. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure of our bodies meeting and the warmth of James' breath on my neck. He occasionally kissed me, nibbling and nuzzling as he slid in and out of my wetness. My hands wound their way around his neck and then travelled down the smooth muscles of his back. I could feel them clenching and releasing as he worked furiously towards our pleasure. I gasped and moaned, mirroring his own cries. My hands travelled further down to grab his ass, pushing him into me, needing him and this moment. We kissed over and over until my lips felt chaffed. James kept his steady rhythm until the end, when I felt his thrusts become more irregular. His eyes were closed and focused on the moment. I felt my own hot centre begin to throb and then the fire spread down my legs and deep in my belly and outwards. I groaned, my nails digging into his skin, marking him with half moons as I rode my orgasm. He soon followed me, his own body shaking, back bowing as he released himself. He slumped forward onto me, his weight warm but also crushing on my breasts. I pushed at his shoulders a little and he rolled to the side, seemingly getting the message. I laid there, staring up at the ceiling, my breath still coming rapidly, and sweat rolling down my stomach despite the coolness of the surrounding air. I hear James panting beside me and I turned my head to look at him. He returned the look. His lips were red from kissing, but his eyes were clear now, not longer glazed with a lusty need. He looked at me seriously and then leaned forward to plant the barest of kisses on my lips. "I don't know what else to say other than that was great" he whispered in the dark of my bedroom. I nodded my agreement. We laid in silence for a few more moments before James got up from the bed and began to get dressed. Following his lead, I slipped back into my clothes. We stood in front of my bed, now that it was all over, at a loss for words. "Well, I guess I should go now" he offered. "Yeah, I guess so" I replied. We crossed the floor of my bedroom, James first while I trailed behind him slightly. He put his hand on the door knob and then spoke, his face turned away from me. "Thank you" he whispered. I knew he wasn't thanking for the sex. I knew that he was thanking me for allowing him to show me that he wasn't a monster. In response, I rubbed his back and nodded, though he couldn't see the nod. He turned the door knob and we both walked out into the living room of the apartment. James nearly stopped in his tracks when he saw Jason seated on one of the bar stools. I did stop in my tracks. James' coat was folded over his knees. He looked from me and then back to James, who was cautiously making his way towards him. Jason held his coat out to him and James took it carefully. "Look man, it's not -"James started to say but Jason cut him off. "Just go" Jason replied, his voice low, but steady. "Please, just leave". James paused, looking back at me for guidance. I nodded in response and he returned it. He slipped his leather coat on and then quickly and quietly left through the front door. |
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| Metalicious | March 7, 2012, 1:25 pm Post #264 |
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*THUD* That's me, passing out on the floor from all the hotness. also - eeeeeeeeee!!! What will Jase think??? |
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| Humburto | March 7, 2012, 1:53 pm Post #265 |
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Bad Seed
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Wow! I want more!!
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| Lilith | March 7, 2012, 2:57 pm Post #266 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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That was incredibly hot! But I can't believe Kat did that to Jason... ;_;
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| CarpeDiemBaby | March 7, 2012, 2:57 pm Post #267 |
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// Sunglasses indoors.
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HOLLY SHIT! Ok, wait, first of all, that sex scene was but...ehm....as you know my english sucks, so I didn't understand if he came inside her or not Damn! Jason, my Jason poor Jase, I offer myself to comfort him I just want Jase and Kat together please!!! A.W.E.S.O.M.E. chapter |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | March 7, 2012, 3:28 pm Post #268 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Nice one! I like the coldness after the hot sex, so real. Still James team :horns2 |
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| Voxx | March 7, 2012, 3:32 pm Post #269 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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I can't believe she did it either! I wrote it thinking "oh dear, this isn't going to turn out well". But she is technically single. I wont't spoil it by saying how Jason takes it. But he has been pretty good to her so far in this fic. Thanks for commenting Alma!
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| Voxx | March 7, 2012, 3:37 pm Post #270 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Well I kept it deliberately vague, so don't worry that you couldn't tell. I will tell you in a spoiler If you want to know!! Don't look if you don't want it spoiled!! Thanks for commenting ![]() I will try an post the next bit tomorrow so you can see how poor Jason will take it. Spoiler: click to toggle
Edited by Voxx, March 7, 2012, 3:38 pm.
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I felt like I was there




Yeah, it's a bad idea to have James coming over while she waits for Jason. Though, I hope it's James who knocks on her door when the moment comes...

I want more!!
poor Jase, I offer myself to comfort him

8:38 PM Jul 10