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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 (14,474 Views) | |
| Voxx | December 30, 2011, 12:14 am Post #46 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Thanks ladies for continue to read. I know all about being busy. Lucky for me (or not so lucky) I've been home sick for a few days so I've had time to write. I was able to finish this middle chapter that was giving me trouble. I'm not quite sure if I like it, but it gets me where it I to be, so enjoy! Chapter 10 It was close to three a.m. when James and Kirk left. They had both drank a considerable amount of beer and I considered offering to let them crash on the couch, but Jason insisted on packing them off into a taxi. He called a cab and within ten minutes they were both safely on their way home. Jason came back into the apartment while I was clearing away beer bottles and finishing up the last few dishes. He came to stand next to me and crossed his arms over his chest. I glanced over at him while I was washing the dessert plates and he raised a grim eyebrow at me. I looked away and continued to wash the plates. The last thing I wanted to do tonight was get into a long discussion about James Hetfield because I still wasn’t entirely sure both how I felt about it and what it all meant. Jason continued to stand next to me and stare me down. I finished washing the plates and placed them in the drying rack to dry. Next, I moved on to the cutlery. Finally Jason grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. He leaned down to look me straight in the eyes. "Do you want to tell me about what happened tonight?" he asked me in a completely serious tone. Like I said, the last thing I wanted to do was get into a long discussion. I had just hosted a successful dinner party that allowed Jason to bond with two of his new band members. It was three a.m. and I was tired. Besides, it really was none of Jason's business. We were friends, but friends also need to wait to be told things. I wasn't going to let him bully me into telling him. I decided to play dumb, like I didn't know what he was talking about. I looked him back in the eye and said, "I don’t know what you're talking about". I shrugged his hands off of my shoulders and went back to washing the cutlery. But Jason wasn't having any of it and he grabbed me harder this time and turned me to face him once again. This time he didn't look grim. This time he looked pissed. "Bullshit!" he hissed at me. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Did he hurt you? Did he threaten you and tell you not to tell me?" "No, he didn't hurt me. But what happened is really none of your business" I jeered back at him. I jerked away from him and threw down the dish cloth. While I didn't like to leave dirty dishes to sit out all night, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to wash them with Jason harassing me. I resolved to finish them when I woke up. I started to walk away from Jason towards my bedroom when he grabbed me one more time. This time he grabbed my wrist. I turned to glare at him. "Let go of me." I said to him. He didn't let go of me. Instead he looked at me questioningly and his grip tightened. I twisted my wrist, trying to get away. "Jason, please!" I begged him, "What has gotten into you? I don't understand. Why are you being like this? What's changed?" He didn't let go. He opened his mouth and then closed him and then opened it again. He grabbed my other wrist so that he had a hold of both of them and pulled me closer to him so we were face to face. "You didn't see him when he was on tour! I did. He's not the nice, charming guy that he is here. He's a predator. He doesn't care about you Kat. Not the way I do. He's going to use you and then throw you away like he does with every girl I've seen him with. You don't deserve that. You deserve someone who is going to love you and take care of you. I can't stop you from talking to him, but so help me god Kat, I will stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life, which would be fucking him!" Jason said to me in a low, hushed tone. He was almost whispering and almost growling. I had never seen him like this and he was scaring me and pissing me off because he had no right to try and control me. "Fuck you!" I spat at him and he let go of my wrists in shock. I grabbed the one that he had held on to longest and rubbed the red ring that had formed from where he had been gripping it too tightly. I was sure I would be bruised in the morning because my skin was so pale. "Since when did it be okay for you to try and control my life!? Since when did you care about who I did or didn't sleep with!? Since when did you become all high and mighty!?" I shouted at him in irritation. "And when did you become so hypocritical?" I added for good measure. Jason had royally pissed me off when he said he was going to "stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life". "You are just as guilty as he is of sleeping with girls and then tossing them to the side when you've grown bored with them. So where do you think you can get off judging him?" I add no idea why I was defending James because I didn't exactly approve of his behaviour. But the truth was Jason was guilty of sleeping around too, so he had no right to condemn James for the same exact thing. I glared at Jason and he glared back at me, shaking his head. I turned on my heel to march into my bedroom and end our fight. I did not want to be doing this right now. But Jason was too quick and he dashed around to stand in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked me. "We are not done here". I rolled my eyes at him and went to step around his large frame. He stepped to the side and wouldn't let me pass. "No." He said to me through gritted teeth. "We are going to talk about this and we are going to talk about it now". I threw my hands up in the air and glared at him. "Fine" I said and my voice dripped with contempt. He narrowed his eyes at me and when spoke he was obviously making an effort not to shout, but to talk in a controlled manner. "You're right. I've done my fair share of sleeping around. But the difference between those girls and some of the girls that I've seen James messing around with, are that there were no expectations afterwards. I went into it, and they went into it, knowing it was only going to be a good fuck and nothing else. These girls that James goes after fancy themselves in love with him and they have expectations and he knows it. It's so obvious. But he uses them anyways" Jason said to me. He looked at me expecting a response. I didn't say anything, I just looked at him. So he continued. "Katerina..." he paused and my eyes widened in shock because he never used my full name. I became frightened about what he was going to say. He seemed to be struggling to find the right words but he finally said, "Katerina, I care about you more than I've ever cared about anyone. I respect you. I respect the fact that you were in love once and you planned to marry that man. I respect the fact that you waited to have sex because he wanted to wait and I respect the fact that you haven't just gone off and done it with some random guy that doesn't care about you. James doesn't care about you and he doesn't respect you and I don't want to see you used by him. For him, banging you is just a game. It's exciting to him because you're rejecting him. He is in lust with you! He's not in love with you the way...". Jason stopped talking about clamped his mouth shut. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Whether from nerves, excitement or anger I couldn't tell. I thought I knew what Jason was going to say but i wasn't sure how I felt about it or if I wanted him to say it "The way what!?" I practically shouted at Jason. He shook his head and backed away slightly, hands raised, "Nothing, Kat. I was getting carried away is all." "No. You wanted to talk. So talk. The way what?" I repeated. "The way Marc was in love with you!" He finally said to me. But somehow I didn't believe him. He didn't know Marc personally, only what I had told him about Marc. So there was no way that Jason could have known how Marc loved me. "Oh come on Jason!" I said to him in frustration, "You don't know anything about Marc except what I've told you. Don't pretend like you know shit about him!" Now it was Jason's turn to get angry. "What does it fucking matter!!?" he shouted at me, "All I'm trying to do is prevent you from getting used, abused, pregnant or worse! But you know what? If you want to go fuck him, you go right ahead. Just don't come crying to me when he tosses your ass for his next whore" he hissed the last part at me with such venom that I didn't know how to react. I just stood there as Jason turned around, and I watched him stalk into his bedroom. He slammed the door shut and I was left standing alone in the kitchen not sure of what just happened. I shuffled into my own room and shut the door behind me. I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up around me. My little kitten came and bounded up onto the bed and curled up next to me. I started to pet his warm little body and I thought about my fight with Jason. What the hell had just happened? I thought to myself. I couldn't really put my finger on why we were fighting other than the fact that Jason didn't want me to sleep with James, which he didn't really need to worry about because I wasn't intending on sleeping with him. I was able to admit to myself that I found James physically attractive and he could be charming in person, but I wasn't sure I was ready to consider being in a serious relationship with anyone at the moment. Not that I was even close to being sure that's what James wanted. As Jason pointed out, he did seem to be after a good roll in the sack, but I was sure that after tonight, James wouldn't be coming around anymore looking to try and get some. But, at the same time, it was none of Jason's business who I chose to sleep with, and that, was what made me angry. I lay in bed thinking about the fight and I couldn't help but start crying. I let the tears fall and soon I was sobbing because Jason and I had never gotten into such a big fight before, and especially never over something so silly and trivial. I'm not sure how long I cried, but I just kept thinking that I hoped he would forgive me in the morning because in many ways, I felt like Jason was all I had. I finally fell asleep after crying for hours, but it felt weird being alone in my bed all night knowing that Jason was home and on the other side of the wall. When I woke in the morning, I felt something touching my face. I thought it was my little kitten Figuro trying to play with me. I batted him away, but when my hand made contact I didn't feel fur, I felt skin. I opened my eyes to find Jason sitting on the end of my bed, two steaming cups of coffee in his hand. I sat up and looked at him and he handed me a cup. "Hey" he said shyly. "Hi" I said back to him, softly as I took a sip of the coffee. He cleared his throat before continuing. "I didn't sleep well last night. I could hear you crying through the walls." I looked down guiltily and felt my eyes. Yup, they were nice and puffy from crying all night. "And I felt awful. I don't think I've ever made you cry before". I looked up at him and he looked at me with his head tilted to the side. "I'm sorry". "I'm sorry too" I said back to him. "It was such a stupid fight. It's not even worth fighting over it. I"ll tell you what happened last night if you really want to know". He didn't say anything. He just nodded that he wanted to know and he took a sip of his coffee. I took a deep breath, "I came in here to change and I guess James followed me. I didn't hear him at first but when I did I was only in my lingerie. I asked him what he wanted and he basically said that he knew I wanted him and he wanted me too. He touched me a little and then I told him I wasn't going to sleep with him because I'm a virgin and he backed off". I said it all in a rush and then I peeked up at Jason so see how he took it. His facial expression hadn’t changed. He just nodded and looked thoughtful. Finally he said, "Okay, that pisses me off, but it's not as bad as I thought". Then he smiled at me and continued, "Sometimes I don't know why I worry about you so much. You always seem to be able to take of yourself". I smiled back at him and then he continued, "So you like him?" I sighed, "I don't know Jason. He's attractive to me. His resemblance to Marc is striking. I wish I had brought a picture with me so I could show you. I'm attracted to that resemblance. And you're right; he is charming when he wants to be. But I'm not looking to be with anyone right now. But at the same time it’s hard because my body responds to him and I can't help it, and he sees it. I'm really confused" I confessed to him. "You'll figure it all out Kat, I know you will" Jason said to me encouragingly. He scooted over closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder hugging me close to his side. I leaned in close and I felt his long curls tickling my cheek. I smiled into his chest and thought to myself how lucky I was so have Jason in my life as such a great friend. I pulled back to smile up at him. "You're the best you know". "Yeah, I know" he teased. Then he smiled mischievously at me and said, "You know, if you ever finally decide you need help with your little, a'hem, problem, I'm always available to help". It took me a moment to figure out what he was referring to but when I did I playfully jabbed him in the ribs. "Oh my god! Shut up!" I laughed and he laughed with me. I was so glad that our fight was over and we were back to normal. It was the last day before Jason was suppose to leave to go back on tour with Metallica and I while I would have liked to spend all day with him, I wasn't going to be able to because I had finally gotten an interview with a top marketing firm. I was scrambling around, trying to find something to wear when Jason finally came in to try and help me after I had been shouting at him for the past ten minutes to come help. "I don't want to look trashy" I explained to him as I tossed clothes out of my closet and over my shoulders on the floor, "but I also don't want to look stuffy and old". I paused on a deep purple, knee length dress. This nmght do I thought. Jason was lying on my bed, arms folded over his stomach, watching me. I turned around and presented the dress to him. He nodded in approval. I pulled my shirt over my head and Jason started yelling at me. "Kat! What the hell!" he said, holding his hands up to shield me from view. I rolled my eyes at him. "Please Jason. If you see something you haven't seen before, feel free to throw a dollar at it". I then proceeded to slip out of my jeans and slip the dress over my head. Jason lowered his hands and looked at me in the dress. "It looks great" he said as he gave me a once over. I looked at myself in the mirror and huffed in frustration. "It looks terrible!" I groaned. I ripped it off and when back to my closet and began to go through clothes again. Jason sat up on the bed and looked at me confused. "What was wrong with it?" he asked completely perplexed. I turned to him, hands on my hips, "Didn't you see how low cut it was? I don't want them to think I'm a floozy!". I went back to the closet and found a pair of dark grey dress pants and matching men's wear blazer. Next I found a medium green, silk chiffon blouse to wear underneath it. I laid it on my bed next to Jason and looked at it. "What do you think?" I asked him. "I think it's nice you're going to match your blouse to your lingerie" he said and I looked at him. He wasn't looking at my outfit on the bed; he was staring at my ample cleavage that was nicely on display in my push-up bra. "Jason, focus, please". I said to him as I snapped my fingers in his face. "Um" he swallowed and then looked at the outfit on my bed, "Yeah I think it's nice. It says modern, yet conservative business woman". I couldn't help but smile at his attempted fashion analysis. "Thank you fashion police" I teased as I started to step into the pants. I saw Jason sneak another peek at my cleavage before he got up off my bed and went out into the den. Men, I thought to myself. It only took me twenty minutes to do my hair and makeup. I arrived at the building ten minutes early. The interview only took about thirty minutes. I was home in less than an hour after I left. I walked back into the apartment to find Jason sitting in the den playing his bass. He looked at me in surprise. "That was fast" he remarked. "Yeah" I answered. "So, how did it go?" "I got the job!" I squealed. Jason put his bass down and walked over to give me a hug. He pulled back smiling. "I'm happy for you, sweetie. I know this is what you wanted and I think you're right. I think it will be good for you. When do you start?" "Monday" I replied. Jason nodded. "Do you want to go out and celebrate?" he asked me. I thought about and then shook my head. "It's your last night here. Let's stay in. We can order takeout and do a movie night. It's just a job" I laughed. Jason left the following morning and I found that while I was sad, I was glad that I had this new job to help keep me occupied. And boy did it ever. The director of the firm decided to put me on a major marketing campaign right away. He thought that since I had gotten my degree in Canada, I might be able to offer a fresh perspective that the employees that went to school in LA or New York might not be able to offer. My first project was to find a way to market the most hideously ugly dolls I had ever seen in m life. They were called Cabbage Patch dolls and I really couldn't see why anyone would want to buy one. Nevertheless, I spent hours working with a team of four others trying to find a way to market these ugly dolls. We worked late nights and early mornings but we were eventually able to come up with a campaign that made the dolls the overnight must have toy. My manager was so impressed with my work, especially as a new employee to the firm, that he didn't hesitate to give me challenging products and campaigns to work on. Despite the long hours and the stress, I loved this job. I had quit my job at the bar soon after I started working and I found that I didn't miss it at all. Working at the bar was the same, boring, repetitive work that I hated. Working in the field I went to school for was new, challenging and exciting. Being so busy meant that I had little time to sit around and miss Jason. While he didn't call me much because he was busy too, when he was able to, we talked for at least an hour and told each other how we were doing. It was now three months later and Jason would be home in three days. I had just gotten home from the office and was about to prepare a salad when the phone rang. I answered it on the third ring. "Hello?" "Hey it's me" "Hey Jase" I said and smiled into the phone. It was so good to hear his voice. His last call had been about two weeks ago and I was starting to miss him again. "How are you?" I asked him as I cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder and opened the fridge to start grabbing salad ingredients. "I'm good. Tired though. But excited to be coming home" he answered. "How about you?" "I'm good. But I'm glad you called because there was something I wanted to talk to you about" I said to him. He didn't say anything and then I realized he must think it's something bad, "It's nothing bad! So don't worry!" I explained. He chuckled a little into the phone, "Okay, what is it?" "After you left, I was thinking about that letter my parents sent me. I called them actually and we talked." I started. Jason interrupted me before I could continue. "Kat, that's great. You have no idea how happy I am to hear that you did that!" he said cheerfully into the phone. "Okay, but that's not all. Let me finish". "Sorry, continue". "Okay, so yeah, I called them and we talked and they asked me to spend Christmas at home." I paused and Jason didn't say anything probably because he assumed, and rightly so, that we would be spending Christmas together. So I carried on, "I said yes Jase. I said yes because as I was talking to them I realized that I missed them and I want you to meet them because you're the one that really helped me through everything after Marc..." I trailed off as I started to cut up the veggies. "So wait, you want me to come too?" he asked me surprised. "Actually, I kind of already told them that you would be coming" I said quietly hoping he wouldn't be angry. "Um. Well..." Jason paused, "Kat I really want to meet your parents and I think it's great that you're going to be spending Christmas with them but I kind of already made a promise to someone that they could spend Christmas with us." "You what!?" I asked him in shock. "What are you talking about? Who?" "Okay, first, do not interrupt me until I'm finished okay? Let me finish completely" Jason warned me. "Okay so we were all sitting around talking about –" I cut Jason off, "Who's we?" Jason sighed, annoyed, "James, Lars, Kirk and I". "Okay". "Can I continue?" "Please" I said, feeling slightly concerned about where this might be going. "Okay so as I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted, James, Lars, Kirk and I were sitting around talking about our plans for the holidays and Lars said he would be doing the whole traditional Danish Christmas thing with his family, Kirk would spend Christmas with his parents and I said I would probably be spending it with you. James said he didn't have any Christmas plans yet and I felt bad. I mean, he's told me a little about his home life, and it's not good Kat. His mom died when he was young and he doesn't talk to his sister or his father. His father walked out on his family when he was young, before his mom died. He went to live with his older half brother and I got the impression he didn't really want to go there for Christmas. So, I offered to have him spend Christmas with us. I really want to meet your parents Kat, but I can't just rescind the invitation. It's Christmas for god’s sake! No one should be alone on Christmas!" Jason finished nearly out of breath because he said his whole bit so quickly. "Let me get this straight" I said carefully, "You invited the one person that you appear to not be able to stand, the one person that made us have the biggest fight we've ever had, the one person that you worry about constantly to spend Christmas with us?" "Yeah. It's Christmas Kat." He answered meekly. "I know Jason." I stopped and thought for a few seconds. After our encounter in the bedroom James and I hadn't spoken or seen each other. In fact, when Jason called, he barely even spoke about James, which was fine with me actually. I had almost completely forgotten about him. Did I really want to spend my Christmas with James? Not really. But Jason was right. It was Christmas. "Okay, you can both come with me to Montreal" I decided. "What!?" Jason asked me incredulously. "I said you can both come to Montreal to spend Christmas with my family." "Are you sure Kat? Won't your parents mind that you're bringing an extra person? An extra man, at that." He asked me. "No, it's fine. They won't mind. I promise. Look, I've got to go. I need to eat and then do a bit of work at home. I'll see you in three days. Love you!" I said to him in a rush. "Um, yeah. See you soon. Love you too. Bye." he replied still sounding confused. "Bye" I answered and then hung up. I leaned against the counter and sighed. I hope I hadn't just bitten off more than I could chew. |
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| Lawrah Luvsmetallica | December 30, 2011, 12:31 am Post #47 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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O GOD JASON WAT DID U DO?? But its kinda good in a way cuz he is pushing them together. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Nah Bruno | December 30, 2011, 3:08 pm Post #48 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Ohhh nice to have an update!! I loved it! I'm happy that Kat and Jase are done fighting, but wtf bringing James home, Kat? More?
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | December 30, 2011, 7:14 pm Post #49 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Very interesting, I like the way you build up the tension between Jason and Kat Moar
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| Voxx | December 31, 2011, 5:43 pm Post #50 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Hello Ladies! I hope you all have a wonderful New Years! I wanted to get this next bit up before the celebrations begin because I'm not sure when I'll have time to post next! I want to thank you all for being so patient with me. I promise in the next chapter I will finally be getting to the dirty sex! I just didn't want to jump right into it because I felt like my character wasn't the kind of girl. Stay tuned to see who it is! @ Lawrah I think you're right! @ Nah Bruno I agree with you! But sometimes girls do stupid things (speaking from experience!) She also kind of has these weird feelings for him. Maybe something will happen on the trip ![]() @ SKOM Thanks so much! The tension is going to boil over sooner or later Please Enjoy! Chapter 11 We decided to fly direct from San Francisco to Montreal. The only problem was that after we had arrived at the air port we saw that the flight to Montreal was delayed due to a blizzard. Unsure of how long the flight would be delayed I decided that we would take the flight to Toronto and then I would drive us to Montreal. I had driven it before and if the highway was clear then it was only about a five hour drive. James and Jason agreed since they really didn't want to wait around for the flight to Montreal anymore than I did. When James and I saw each other he gave me a quick hug and thanked me for having him come along. I had smiled and said it was no problem. The more the merrier. After that, I mostly avoided him, and he and Jason were quite happy to chat away. It seemed as though they had gotten slightly closer over the course of the tour (if that was even possible I thought to myself slightly annoyed that it was okay for Jason to get to know him better but not me). James and Jason sat together on the plane and I sat in the row behind them. The seating arrangements were perfectly fine by me. I needed the time to figure out what I was going to tell my parents when I showed up with two men in tow, not the one I had promised. Not the mention the fact that I was sure my mother would not be able to stop herself from staring at James due to his striking resemblance to Marc. I sighed, leaned back, and closed my eyes. I settled on telling my parents the truth. That James was Jason’s band mate and he didn't have any family to spend the holidays with. I would leave it at that, no matter how much my mother pried. When we landed, because I'm an airport psycho, I insisted we speed walk to get our bags first. I had them priority checked so luckily they came down the luggage carousel first. Then I practically ran to the customs line. If there was one thing I hated, it was waiting for all the idiots at the airport to get all sorted out while I had to wait. I mean was it really necessary to walk around the airport in four inch heels, plodding along with your train of luggage, holding up everyone else? And don't even get me started on those idiots who get up to a customs officer and haven't even completed the paperwork. These people should not be allowed to travel in airports. They should be forced to drive. Anyways, we made it through customs easily, though the officer did look extra hard at Jason and James, probably due to their long hair, leather jackets and heavy metal image. We made it down to the rent-a-car place and got a small little sedan. We were putting the luggage in the trunk of the car when Jason and James broke out into an argument about who got to sit in the front seat. "Sitting in the back makes me nauseous" James whined. "Sitting in the back hurts my back. There's never enough room for my legs!" Jason fired back. "I'm taller than you are!" James retorted angrily. He then made a move to open the front passenger door and climb it but Jason was too quick and he slammed the door close before James could climb in. he almost closed the door on James' fingers. "Hey! What the hell?" James out cried in frustration. "Why should you sit in the front? What if we get lost, someone will need to navigate. You can't even find your own hotel room half the time" Jason answered quickly. He turned to look at me for support, but I was just staring at them, mouth open in shock that these two grown men were arguing over who would get to sit in the front seat. "Hey, don't look at me." I finally said, "You two sort this out yourself". I answered him. I was pretty sure the problem wasn't really who had to sit in the back. I was pretty sure the problem was that they both wanted to sit next to me, Jason because he didn't want James to and James probably just to piss off Jason. "I can navigate! I have a great sense of direction!" James said to me. I held up my hands, signalling that I wasn't going to get involved. I climbed into the car and shut the door. The passenger side door opened again and they both tried to climb into the passenger seat at the same time. They shoved, pushed and punched but eventually it was James who climbed in, though just barely. He looked over and smiled victoriously at me. Jason opened the back door and climbed in scowling. "Just don't be pissed when I start kicking the back of your seat because my legs are cramping" he hissed at James. "Oh don't worry; I'm sure you'll be fine. It's like what, only five hours. Right Katerina?" he taunted Jason while turning back to smile at him in victory. I just shook my head and started to drive. I pulled out of the rent-a-car place and got onto the 427 North and took it to the 401. Once on the 401, it was just a straight drive to Montreal. Jason quickly lay down in the back seat and went to sleep. However, I suspected that he was sleeping with one eye open, waiting to hear what James and I would talk about. I switched on the radio and Aerosmith's Sweet Emotion started to play through the speakers. James started to tap his hands on his thigh in time to the music and he seemed content to just do that for awhile. Every so often he glanced over at me; I could see him do it out of the corner of if eye, but he never said anything. I wasn't sure if I should say something, so I decided to keep silent and wait and see if he would say anything. We didn't talk though. I just drove and he listened to the music on the classical rock station I had chosen. About two hours in James looked back over his shoulder to glance at Jason. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw that Jason actually looked asleep. James turned back to me. "Look, Katerina" he said quietly, obviously trying not to be too loud or else he would wake Jason. "I just really wanted to thank you for having me along. I know this is probably the last thing you wanted, but thanks. It means a lot" he admitted. I quickly looked over at him. He was looking at me and he seemed sincere. I put my eyes back on the road and nodded at him. "It's fine James. Jason kind of explained your family situation to me." Out of the corner of my eye I saw him squirm a little in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with that topic. "It doesn’t matter what's happened between us in the past" I went on, "It's Christmas, and no one should be alone. I'm sure we can get through the holidays without any fights or surprises" I said in warning to him. I saw him nod his head, hopefully in agreement. I don't know why, but I patted his thigh to reassure him that I really wasn't mad that he came along with us. I saw him look down at my hand and then he caught a hold of it and gave it a small squeeze. Then he silently let go of it and we went back to sitting in silence. As I drove, I started to feel a little sleepy. The roads weren't as bad as I anticipated they would be and it was only snowing slightly. I decided to change the radio station to something a little more upbeat to help keep me awake. I leaned forward and turn the dial and stopped when I heard The Jets Crush on You on the radio. I grinned and James turned to look at me in horror. I turned the volume up and smacked his hand away when he tried to change the dial. "I'm driving! I get to pick the radio station" I declared triumphantly as I reminded him of road trip etiquette. "But this is fucking awful" he lamented. I ignored him and started to sing along. "How did you know if I never told you, You found out I've got a crush on youuuu!". I couldn't help myself and started to dance in my seat a little. James stared at me beyond horror and reached back to shake Jason awake. He obviously felt like he needed back up on this matter. "Jason!" he shook him hard and Jason's eyes flew open and he sat up. James started to gesture wildly at me as I continued to sing, "Make her stop! Make her change the song! She's killing me slowly with this music!". It took a few seconds for Jason to identify the song and then he screwed his face up and leaned forward to change the station. I swatted his hand away too and reminded him, "I'm driving! My rules!". We drove along, me happily and the two boys grouchily. The song changed and Bon Jovi’s You Give Love a Bad Name came on. I smiled to myself and turned the radio even louder as I knew Jason hated this song. I watched him slump down in his seat in my rear view mirror and cover his ears. James apparently felt the same way because he did the same thing. I sang along at the top of my lungs and bobbed my head happily. "Aren't road trips fun!?" I asked enthusiastically. All I got in response was a pair of glares from the boys. We drove along listening to a string of pop hits when James finally declared, "I will do anything! Please, no more shitty fucking music!”. He raised his hands, palms together and begged me. Jason leaned forward and started to beg me too. I laughed. The site of these two heavy metal would-be gods practically in tears over a radio station was just too much. I finally concede and changed it back over to the classic rock station. They both sighed in relief and I couldn’t help but giggle one more time at their reaction. We finally arrived in Montreal an hour later and I could finally see why the flight had been cancelled. It was snowing so hard I could barely see in front of the car. We got off the highway and I drove across the Mercier Bridge into the suburb of Chateauguay, the neighbourhood that my parents had moved too. I knew the area well because I had friends that lived here. I looked at the piece of paper I had written the address on and slowly drove in that direction. The roads were slick with snow and ice and the rental car did not have snow tires on. Despite driving slowly and carefully, the car continued to skid at most of the stop signs and going around corners. James and Jason were silent and I could see James' knuckles were white from gripping his seat so hard. "James, don't worry" I told him reassuringly. "I'm used to driving in winter weather. This is nothing". He didn't say anything, but nodded, probably to let me know he heard me. I then remembered that he was a Californian boy and probably had never driven in a heavy blizzard before. I smiled to myself and thought poor guy. He has no idea what he's got coming this week. We arrived at the address soon enough and I recognized my parents' cars as I pulled into the driveway. When I turned the engine off I heard both Jason and James breathe a sigh of relief. I rolled my eyes to myself and opened the door to get out. Jason and James followed me up the walkway to the house. I looked at it from the outside and admired my parents' choice. It was larger than our old house and newer too with a two car garage. I paused and turned to prepare the boys for meeting my parents but before I had a chance to say anything the front door opened and I heard my mother shouting my name. "Katerina!" she cried in excitement with her heavy Finnish accent. "Katerina! I can't believe you're here!" I turned around and as she bounded down the front steps to pull me into a hug. The quick glimpse I had of her showed me that my mother looked exactly the same; an age-less beauty that made most women feel inadequate. In many ways I felt inadequate compared to my mother. I looked like a less pretty, more toned down version of her. She was slightly taller than me at 5'11 and had the same deep, dark, chestnut brown hair. Hers was cut short than mine, but still fell to her shoulders. I had the same green eyes as hers, but hers were a dark green that pulled people in and made them fall in love with her. Yes, my mother was a heartbreaker. Her lips were full and pouty and she was slim, young and beautiful. My mother had had me when she was just 18 and caused a small scandal in the small town where I was born. She pulled back from our embrace and beamed down at me. She took my face in her hands and kissed both my cheeks. "It's so good to see you Katerina. You're looking well". I stepped back and turned to introduce James and Jason but she ushered us inside first. We stood in the foyer of the house and she took our coats. My father came into the foyer to greet us and I all but leapt into his arms. I have to admit, I was a daddy's girl. We got along famously and he was the type of father who liked to spoil his little girl. My father was tall at 6'3, solid and handsome. He was Russian and had beautiful pale skin, blue-green eyes and high Slavic cheekbones. He was slightly older than my mother, but his dark, almost black, hair was still full and there was no grey yet. He still had a goatee, which I remembered from the last time I saw him. He held me close and whispered that he missed. I pulled back from the embrace and kissed him on the cheek. Then I was finally able to pull away and introduce the boys who were standing behind me looking up at my father with something that looked close to fear on their faces. I smiled because I knew my father was intimidating, but he was also a gentle giant. "Mom, dad" I said as I stepped back to stand in between Jason and James, "This is Jason" I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder. He stepped forward and shook my father's hand and offered his hand to my mother. She pulled him into a hug instead of shaking his hand, and while he seemed startled at first, he quickly returned the hug. "It's so good to finally meet you. You have no idea how pleased we were to receive that call from you. And then, to hear that Katerina was going to bring you with her for Christmas..." she paused and placed her hands on either side of his face, "well we were ecstatic! You must mean a lot to her if she was willing to bring you home" she finished as she beamed at him. Jason smiled back enthusiastically and blushed a little. I could tell that he was pleased by what my mother said. "And this" I continued, "Is James" I said and I put my hand on his shoulder as I introduced him. "He's in a band that Jason recently joined. You might have heard of them, Metallica...." I trailed off as my mother turned her attention to James as he shook my father's hand. She was looking at him like she had seen a ghost and I worried about what she might say to him. However, she was able to maintain her composure. She greeted James in the same manner she greeted Jason, giving him a warm hug. She continued to stare intently as she said hello to him. "It's so nice to meet you. And you know, I think I have heard of your band" she smiled at him and he blushed as he looked down at his feet. My mother cocked her head to the side and then she said, "You're very handsome James. You remind me of someone I once knew" she looked at me pointedly and I looked away. I wasn't going to do this with my mother right now. James blushed even harder and murmured thank you, though he was clearly embarrassed by my mother's compliment. My father announced that he was going out to the car to get the luggage and I offered to help him. My mother ushered the boys into the kitchen with promises of tea and Christmas baked goodies. I put my coat back on and followed my father to the car. I opened the trunk and started to take the bags out when my father put his hand on my arm. I looked up at him and he was looking back at me with serious eyes. "So which one is the one you dating?" he asked me. I sighed, because I knew he would ask, as my overprotective father. "I'm not dating either of them dad. What I've told you and mom before is the truth. Jason is my roommate and best friend. James is his band mate. He doesn't have any family so Jason had offered to let him spend Christmas with us. And then when I told him I was coming here I decided we couldn't just leave him all alone in California. That's not really in the spirit of Christmas." I explained to my father. He looked at me critically before he answered, "But Katerina, this James...he –" I cut my father off before he could continue. "Look I know what you're going to say. I know how this looks. But please don't worry about me okay. I'm fine. I'm not interested in James." I lied slightly. I wasn't really interested in James, but my body sure was. "He's here because he needed a place to stay this Christmas. That's all dad, I swear.". "Katerina, I’m not judging you. I just worry about you and I want you to be happy and make the right choices. If for some reason, you change your mind, so long as he treats you right, I don't care who you are with, regardless of the way he looks." he smiled at me and ruffled my hair in the way he used to do when I was younger. I knew he wasn't referring to the long hair and ripped jeans when he said "the way he looks". I knew he was referring to a certain, uncanny resemblance. I breathed a sigh of relief because I was glad my father wasn't making the wrong kind of assumptions about James that I knew my mother was doing right this second. We took the luggage into the house and into the kitchen. The boys were drinking tea and sharing a plate of Christmas goodies between them. My mother was happily chatting away with them and they were all laughing when I walked in. "Oh good, you're back" my mother smiled at me. "So, we didn't know that we were going to be having an extra guest" she graced James with a sly smile, "and the other rooms are already made up for the other guests will be having. So unfortunately, Jason and James will have to share. It's a queen size bed though, so you should have plenty of room. Katerina, when we moved we made up a room for you as a bedroom for when you came home to visit us. So you can stay in there." James bobbed his head in agreement as he chewed a mouthful of triple chocolate brownie. Jason glanced over in my direction with his eye brows raised. I shook my head. There was no way I was going to insist to my parents that Jason could sleep with me. The last thing I wanted was my parents to start suspecting that Jason was secretly my boyfriend. Nope, he could sleep with James and I would have a bed all to myself. I was secretly happy about this because I knew I wouldn't have to endure any late night discussions about the way James may have or may not have looked at me. I would be able to slip away and go to bed in peace. "Sounds good mom" I said and grabbed my bag to lug up into my room. James came up from behind me and took it from me. "Here, let me" he said and I followed him up the stairs. He stopped at the top and said, "Lead the way". My mother called up the stairs, "Kat yours is the first on the right and James and Jason can have the one next door". Following my mother’s instructions I walked past James into my room. I turned on the light and was pleased with what I saw. The room was a dark red with all white furniture and white chair rail going around the perimeter of the room. It had a large bay window that overlooked the front yard and gave the room plenty of light. I saw that my parents had moved all my possessions from my old room to this one and it felt just like home. I put my purse down on the seat cut into the bay window and James followed me into to put my bag down on the bed. "Nice room" he remarked as he looked around. "Yeah, it's beautiful" I agreed. We locked eyes with each other and I was once again stunned by the beauty of his blue eyes and the way they saw right through me. He gave me a small grin and I couldn't help but give him a small smile back. God, he was so hot I thought to myself. At the same time I had to reprimand myself and tell myself to stop thinking that about him like that. He started to take a step towards me, but stopped. Someone cleared their throat in the doorway and I looked past James to see Jason standing in the doorway. I stood up and walked past James, trying to pretend that nothing had happened and I showed Jason into their room. Their room was a neutral taupe colour with chocolate brown sheets. It was a guest room so there weren’t too many personal touches. Just some family photos on the wardrobe and a print on the wall above the bed. James followed and walked past me to get further into the room. However because I was standing in the doorway, he had to crowd my space a little and turn sideways to get by. He allowed his front to brush against mine innocently as he went by. I shuddered a little at the contact and hoped he hadn't noticed. Jason did and he glared at me. I shrugged my shoulders at him. "Okay well. Feel free to unpack and get settled. I'm going to do the same. It smells like dinner will be ready soon. See you guys then." I said hastily and make a quick retreat into my door. I shut the door behind me and sat in the seat by the bay window and looked out at the blizzard carrying on outside. I pulled my long hair into a messy bun and I thought about about my current situation. This was such a bad idea, bringing James here with me I thought. When Jason had explained to me that James had no family or anyone special to spend the holidays with, I couldn't help but feel bad and my heart went out to him. Despite everything that had happened, the stupid fight in the bar, him walking me home and me being rude to him, the kiss that was a mistake and him walking in on me changing, I just felt like there was more to him than the womanizing heavy-metal frontman he portrayed himself to be. Maybe I wanted there to be more to him and that's why I invited him here. Regardless of why I had originally, I was unsure now. Would I be able to resist him and his charms? Would Jason and I fight about him? God, I hoped not. All I wanted was a quiet Christmas with my family, but somehow I thought it would turn out to be a shitstorm. And I couldn't forget about the way my mother was staring at James. I knew the moment we were alone she would pounce and start attacking me over him. Though, I really couldn't blame her. It looked bad. I know. She probably thought I had brought him here because I was interested in being in a relationship with him because of his resemblance to Marc. Hopefully, James didn't see any pictures while he was here. But Jason, on the other hand, I needed to show him just so he would stop thinking I was crazy when I said I was physically attracted to James in a weird way I could and couldn't explain. I heaved a sigh and rested my head against the window to watch the snow. Hopefully everything turned out okay. The next day I decided to take the boys downtown Montreal to do a bit of Christmas shopping and to show them around the proper way. James had been to Montreal before on tour, but he said that they had been there less than 24 hours and hadn't seen the city at all. The snow had finally stopped when he all piled into the rental car, but the roads were still slick with ice. This time there was no fight about who got to sit in the passenger seat. James graciously climbed into the back and Jason slipped into the front. It took about twenty minutes to get downtown and I parked in a parking garage in the trendy shopping district of Ville-Marie. We piled out of the car and I suggested that we split up for a bit. "I need to do some Christmas shopping" I declared, "and I can't do it with you guys following me around. Let's say we meet up in an hour." I suggested looking at my watch. James and Jason looked at each other a little unsure. "What if we get lost?" Jason asked me a little worried. "You won't get lost. I doubt you will go very far in an hour. There are lots of stores on this street. Let's meet back here at the car in an hour okay?" I wasn't going to take no for an answer. The eventually agreed and we all went off in our separate ways. Jason walked down the street East and James went West, which was perfect for me. I followed James a few steps until I was sure Jason was going and out of ear shot. Them I scurried up beside him and linked my arm through his. He jumped a bit and looked beside him in shock. When he saw it was me he smiled, a little predatorily. "Was that your little excuse to get me alone?" he asked me, teasing in tone, but deadly serious in his eyes. I shook my head and led him a little further down the street. "Actually, no." His smile died slightly and I gave him a friendly him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "But, I need your help with something if you're willing.". He waited for me to explain before agreeing, so I continued. "I want to buy Jason a new guitar. I'm sure you know he plays for his own pleasure, but the acoustic he has back in San Francisco isn't that great. He's been saying he wants to get a nice one for awhile but he hasn't found anything he likes. When I decided to come home for Christmas, I knew this would be the perfect place to find the perfect guitar" I explained to James. He seemed to understand what I wanted from him because he interjected before I could continue. "And you want me to help you pick it because you need someone to play?" he asked me slightly amused. I smiled brightly at him and begged slightly with my eyes, "Please?" I asked him. He looked down at me as we continued to walk. "Alright, I'll help you. But it's gonna cost you." He said slyly. We stopped walking and he pulled me to the side of the sideway and help my arms. He grinned at me and suddenly I knew what he was going to ask for. "Nope" I said, "not going to happen". He rolled his eyes, "you don't even know what I was going to ask". "I can see it written all over your face" I told him seriously. He raised his eyebrows at me and cocked his head to the side. "Just a little kiss. C'mon. Is it really that awful? I know you liked it before" he said to me suggestively. I looked down at my feet slightly embarrassed because I had enjoyed our kiss before. I could feel him staring down at me, waiting for an answer. My mind was running at 1000 miles per hour. Just a kiss? I could do that, I thought to myself. One, little, innocent, possibly steamy and sexually arousing kiss and I could get Jason the best Christmas ever. But, no! Because then James might take it as an open suggestion for more. And did I really want that? Yes, I thought. No! Wait! No! I did not want that. Did I? My mind was spinning with confusion. I really needed to sort out my feelings for this guy, I thought. He was making me crazy! Finally I answered him. I looked up at his grinning face and I rolled my eyes like I didn't care one way or another. I shrugged my shoulders and flung my long hair over my shoulders. Then I said, "Yeah, okay. Whatever." I tried to say it as non-chalantly as possible. I figured maybe one more kiss might finally help me sort out my raging hormones for this man. But I didn't want him to think that I was pining away for him. His widened in shock at my answer, but then he smirked devilishly. "Okay, you have yourself a deal" he declared. I grabbed his arm and pulled him along down the sidewalk. The music store was just down the block a little more. We went inside and I glanced at the register to see if the owner was there. He wasn't which was good. I knew him from my teenage years from frequently visiting here with Marc. I didn't really want to stand around and socialize with him. I was sure he would bring up Marc and I didn't really want to get into that now with James in tow. I pulled James through the store, but he resisted a little because he was looking at all the electric guitars hanging on the walls. "You can look later" I told him impatiently. He nodded and finally followed. I took him to the back of the store where all the acoustics were hanging on the walls. I walked past the Gibsons, Yamahas and Washburns. I wanted to get him a nice one so I started to look at the Martin guitars on the wall. To me, there was nothing better sounding that a Martin acoustic guitar. I walked up and down the aisle way, looking closely at each one. James followed a little way back. He was looking at the wall too. I finally picked one up off the wall and raised my foot to rest on top of one of the acoustic amps lined up underneath the guitars. I strummed a few chords, was happy with the sound, and then handed the guitar to James. He was looking at me a little surprised. "You play?" he asked me as he took the guitar from me. "A little." I replied truthfully. "It's almost impossible to not learn a few things when you're dating a musician" I smiled at him. He nodded and then sat down on a nearby stool to play. He quickly strummed a few chords and then did a few scales. He then started to play a beautiful melody that I couldn't identify. Probably something that he had written for himself I thought. I watched him play and I became lost in his playing. He really was a great guitar player. It was a shame he didn't allow himself to stand out more on the records I thought. The melody he was playing was mesmerizing and I watched his fingers move deftly over the fret board. He was playing with his eyes closed, clearly focused on his music. I heard a scuffing nose behind me and took a quick peek over my shoulder. It appeared that other shoppers were impressed with his playing too because a small crowd had gathered behind me to listen. He eventually stopped and looked up at me with a big goofy grin on his face. "It's a beautiful guitar Katerina. I'm sure he'll love". Then he noticed the small crowd behind me and he blushed a little in embarrassment. When it became clear that he wasn't going to play anymore, the small crowd dispersed, except for one young girl who was staring at James intently. Whether because he looked completely hot in his leather jacket, white t-shirt and black jeans playing that guitar or because she recognized him as being the "that guy from Metallica" I wasn't sure. Regardless, James chose to ignore her as she flitted about our perimeter. He made to hand the guitar back to me, but looked at the price tag first. I could hear his sharp intake of breath. "Three thousand dollars. That's a lot of money". He looked at me to gauge my reaction. "It's fine:. I said and took the guitar from him. "You must really love him" James said to me quietly as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. I looked at him quizzically, "I do. He's my best friend". "Uh huh" he answered, clearly not convinced by what i was saying. "What?" I asked him a little annoyed. "Nothing" he answered and turned back to look at the guitars on the wall. "No, what?" I asked him again, letting the annoyance creep into my voice. I placed my free hand on my hip and waited for him to explain. he turned back to me, "Okay, all I'm saying is that's a lot of money to spend on someone who is only a friend. Maybe there's more to it" he answered. "It's not like that" I said to him sternly, "Jason and I are friends. That's it". Sensing an argument the young girl scurried away from us leaving us alone in the back section of the store. Now it was James who sounded annoyed. "Katerina, I know you're not that blind. Maybe he's just a friend to you. But Jason feels more for you. Trust me". I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "How would you know? Did he tell you?" I asked him sarcastically, but inside my heart was pounding as I seriously considered what he said. Did Jason see me as more than a friend? I wasn't sure, but then I thought about some of the things he had said to me and the way he worried about me and had to agree that it sometimes feel like a more than friend gesture. "He doesn't need to tell me. Just look at him Katerina! He's constantly worrying about you, he can't stand me being around you alone because he's afraid of what might happen, he acts like your boyfriend! And, do you really think he sleeps in your bed every night because he likes the company? No! It's because it's the closest he can get to you without fucking you! It's what I would do if I was him" James nearly growled at me. I paused and thought about what James said. Yes it was true Jason worried about me, tried to protect me and slept in my bed every night. Then I remembered how he always joked about me finally sleeping with him. My stomach squirmed a bit as I thought about it. Maybe James was right. I shook my head and frowned. There was no way he could be right. At least I didn't want him to be right. Did I? I was starting to feel confused again. "It doesn't matter. Even if he did like me, I don't feel the same way" I finally replied. I wasn't going to tell James about my internal crisis. It was none of his business. I went to walk past James to purchase the guitar, but he grabbed my arm and turned me to look at him. He moved so that we were inches apart, our noses almost touching. I could feel his hot breath on my skin. "So does that mean I have a chance with you?" he asked me in barely a whisper. I swallowed and felt my heart speed up, pounding faster. I wasn't quite sure what he meant. A chance to sleep with me or a chance to have a relationship with me? My stomach was doing back flips and my legs started to shake as James leaned those few extra inches so our noses were touching. His eyes were closed and I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. Part of me wanted to take that last step and turn my head slightly so our lips would touch. But the sane part of me stopped it from happening. Instead I stepped back and James opened his eyes. "I can't do this right now" I said to him truthfully. He looked at me, almost in disbelief, but then he nodded. I turned and took the guitar to the front register. While I was buying it the girl from before came back and said hi to James. She gushed over had great he was at playing guitar and asked him to meet up with her later. As I was listening to them talk I couldn't help but feel a pit of jealousy swirling about in m stomach. I hated myself for it because I had no right to be jealous. The guy was single and could do whatever he wanted. What did I care? James snuck a peek at me and saw my eyes flaming with anger before I could hide them. I saw him smile to himself before he turned back to the girl and said he was busy. She sulked off and my heart started to dance for joy. Stop it! I told myself. After I paid, we left the store. "I'm going to take this back to the car" I told him. I looked at my watch. "We still have thirty minutes before we have to meet Jason. I'll see you in thirty?" I asked him. He didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement and then turned and waved to me. I turned in the opposite direction and quickly walked in the direction of the parking garage. I quickly deposited the guitar in the trunk of the guitar and then I almost ran back to the street. I wanted to get something for James before we all met back up, but I really had no idea. I walked down the street and started looking at the window displays. Clothes? No way. Gourmet food items? Nope. I walked and walked until I came across a photography shop. I stopped and considered it. I wasn't sure if James enjoyed photography, but then who didn't love cameras? I went inside and took a look around. Eventually a sales clerk approached me. I decided to go with a nice camera for James so he could (if he wanted to that is) document tours. I chose a nice model (or so the sales clerk informed me) and they even gift wrapped it for me. I glanced at my watch and saw I had five minutes. I was sure I would make it back to the car first as I was certain the boys would get lost. I made it back to the car three minutes late and put my parcel in the trunk. James and Jason showed up about fifteen minutes later, each carrying a few bags. I took the bags from them and quickly deposited them in the trunk before Jason could see what was inside. "Find everything you need?" I asked them. "Yeah I guess so" Jason answered. "Everyone speaks French here" he said sounding slightly confused. I laughed and then playfully punched his arm, "This is Montreal Jason!". "Yeah, I guess it is. I just thought there would be more people that spoke English" he said to me thoughtfully. I sighed and then suggested that we get lunch at a local cafe and then I would show them around the city. They agreed and we were soon seated in a small, quiet cafe in old Montreal. Jason and James were both impressed by how quaint and beautiful it was. Being in old Montreal was like being in Europe. It had the same kind of feel and look to it. It was part of the reason why my parents chose to move to Montreal when they immigrated to Canada; because it felt like home. 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| Nah Bruno | December 31, 2011, 6:53 pm Post #51 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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What they don't want to do???????? ARGH
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| Lawrah Luvsmetallica | December 31, 2011, 6:56 pm Post #52 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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ok...... jaymz u realize to.......... r u get to any cute stuff jason and or james????????? im stoked to read more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| Shayniz21 | December 31, 2011, 10:00 pm Post #53 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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this is amazing, oh i hope her and james get together |
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| cmania | January 1, 2012, 12:55 pm Post #54 |
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Frantic
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C´mon woman i want more right now i think James likes her and she likes him am
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 1, 2012, 1:38 pm Post #55 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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God i love it. You know you have yourself a fan *sits in the corner of the room and wsits for the kiss* |
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| Voxx | January 2, 2012, 3:37 am Post #56 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Back again! So this chapter was extremely long. I ended up having to split it in half. I'm posting the first half now and if i get time, I'll post the second half tomorrow. But I can't make any promises. I hope you all don't hate me, because where I decided to split the chapter kind of REALLY leaves you hanging ![]() @ Nah Bruno What they end up doing is probably not what you would expect at all, but I hope you enjoy it! @ Lawrah I think in this next chapter you will find some cute stuff! I hope you enjoy it @ Shayniz Thank you so much! I can't tell you if they will, you will just have to wait and see ![]() @Cmania Haha! I know exactly how you feel about wanting more! That's how i feel with my favourite fics! I hope this next part satisfies you. And thanks for reading! @ SKOM Thank you so much!! Your words mean a lot to me! I hope the kiss in this chapter lives up to your expectations!Thanks again for following ladies! Enjoy! Chapter 12 "No fucking way" Jason declared to me when I made my suggestion. James nodded adamantly in agreement. "You cannot tell me that you're going to visit Montreal during the holiday season and not partake in its traditions?" I asked trying to sound offended, but in reality, I was mostly just trying to not burst out laughing at how much they did not want to participate in my suggestion. "Ice skating?" Jason asked me meekly. "I think you forget that I spent the majority of my childhood in Arizona and James grew up in California. We're not exactly ice skaters". "Really Jason?" I gave in a stern look, "No one here knows you. Who cares if you can’t ice skate? It's fun and I can help you, because I am a pro" I smiled enthusiastically. "Trust me, we'll have fun". I paid the bill at the restaurant and then ushered the boys back into the street. Rather than take the car and try and find another parking spot, I hailed a cab and practically shoved them both in there. "Parc La Fontaine" I told the cab driver. He nodded and sped off towards Mount Royale. "I don't want to ice skate" James grumbled, "I hate the cold". "You"re going to be eating those words when you start having fun" I fired back at him. I wasn't really sure if either of them would have fun. But I knew I would have fun watching these two heavy metal dudes make fools of themselves falling and stumbling all over the ice. "I hate fun" James mumbled almost so I couldn't hear him. Jason snickered and I gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs which quickly made him shut up. "You'll have fun, even if it kills you" I said sweetly to him. He looked over at me and we locked eyes over Jason. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. His look said it all. You're already killing me it seemed to say. I gulped and turned to look out the window as the city passed us by. As I watched out of the window Jason and James began to chat about the local music scene and what James knew about it. I declined to make any comments about it. If James and Jason wanted to go out to some of the music halls and clubs that was fine with me, but I would not be joining them. You never know who you might find in them. The traffic closer to Mount Royale was heavier than I had anticipated so the cab ride ended up being longer than I thought. Jason, as if sensing my impatience beside him clasped my hand in his, almost as if to calm me, as he continued to chat with James. My heart skipped a beat when he did that, especially after my little exchange with James in the music store. However, I let hold on to it. I just continued to look out the window like nothing out of the ordinary was going on. We finally arrived at Parc La Fontaine and I hastily let go of Jason’s hand as we all climbed out of the cab. I wondered if James had seen and whether or not he was mad. He ended up insisted on paying the cab driver, and then we walked off in the direction of the skate rentals. With every step closer I could feel the boys resisting. "I really don't think this is a good idea" James finally said and stopped in his tracks. We were a few feet from the skate rental hut. "Look, you're from California. I'm sure you've been inline skating before right?" I asked him. He looked at me, a little unsure, but then nodded. "Okay, it's just like that. I promise you. It's easy. And besides, no one knows you here. No one will be watching you. You have nothing to worry about. This is what we do in Montreal. We go skating, skiing or we –" I cut myself short. I was going to say or we escape into the Mountains up north, but then I remembered what happened last time I went into the Mountains. I shook my head a little, to clear my mind. "Anyways, I will be right here. I will help you. Both of you" I said, turning slightly to include Jason. As for the "no one will be watching you", I wasn't exactly sure about that. Even as I said it, I looked around, I could see teenage girls all standing around in groups, whispering behind their hands, giggling and looking in the direction of Jason and James. Either they thought it was funny to see metal heads go skating, or they thought that these boys were as hot as I thought they were. James turned to look at Jason and he seemed to be willing him to say no. I turned to Jason and I silently begged him with my eyes. I knew I would win. There was no way Jason would deny me this. Jason laughed at the both of us and held up his hands in surrender, "Okay, I'll do it. But James, you've got to suck it up man. We're on vacation. Loosen up man." He slapped him on the back and put his arm around my waist as he steered me over to the skate rental hut. I could hear James mumbling to himself and skulking along behind us. We rented our skates and then headed over to the ice. Jason had actually been ice skating before, but he hadn't been in years. I had faith that he would remember how to do it rather quickly though. James on the other hand, had never been ice skating and I could see the nerves plastered all over his face. The good thing about Parc La Fontaine is that the skating area is not an actual hockey sized rink. The whole park is flooded and freezes over so that the ice becomes wandering paths throughout the park that people can skate from one end to another. It truly is beautiful and it also gives a lot of space. The bad thing? There are no rink boards for support, or, to help you stop by crashing into them. Jason went onto the ice first and he went a few steps before stumbling and falling. I winced as he crashed onto his butt. Instead of being pissed though, he laughed out loud, turned to me and smiled. I smiled back broadly at him, happy that he was happy. I skated over to him and gave him my hand to help pull him up. He graciously accepted and we got him up on his feet. He took a few more steps, wobbled, and I stuck of my arms to steady him. He grabbed on, steadied himself, laughing once more, and then pushed off of me. I watched him go and skated up behind him. I leaned down and put my hands on his lower back and gave him a hard push, to give him more momentum. With the added momentum, Jason was able to get his feet moving under him and he actually began to skate and not shuffle on the ice. I watched him actually skate off. I was sure he would be fine as he remembered how to do it. Regardless, I could see a group of girls eyeing him intently. If he had trouble I was sure they would be happy to give him a hand. I turned my attention back to James who was standing in the snow still, watching Jason and I nervously. As I skated over to him I couldn't help but think how both ridiculous and adorable he looked. His cheeks were a rosy red from the cold and his long blond hair was blowing in the wind. He looked like a poster boy for a MTV music video. His leather jacket, zipped all the way up and his black jeans looked out of place amongst the sea of parkas and heavy down coats on the rink. He was wearing a scarf that he had borrowed from me earlier in the day. It happened to be bright yellow, which was good because it would help me identify him in the crowd once I got him on the ice. When I approached him, I smiled warmly, hopefully encouraging him. "See, Jason is doing great!" I said to persuade him that he would be okay. I held out my hand to him and he looked down at it before looking up again to look past me. "Doesn't really look like it" he said somewhat smugly. He was grinning a little devilishly and my stomach got those familiar butterflies again. I turned to look behind me and saw Jason sitting on his ass again laughing. But, I was right and the girls skated over to him giggling. They all grabbed a hold of him, some on his arms and one each on his hands and pulled him up off the ice. They continued to giggle as they held on to him and helped him skate around the park. "Actually, he really does seem to be doing great" I said to James, turning back to him to give him a sly look. He smiled and shook his head a little, whether in admiration for Jason's ability to pick up girls or at the ridiculousness of the situation, I couldn't tell. But he looked adorable doing it. "Take my hand". I offered it again and he grabbed on to it tightly. It felt like he was going to cut off my circulation. "Not so tight" I said a little breathy. When he grabbed on, it felt like fire shooting up through my arm and it stole my breath a little. What the hell was that I thought to myself? I tried to ignore the burning feeling that was now churning in my stomach but I was feeling a little dizzy. James slackened his grip a little and the dizziness subsided a little, but I was still acutely aware of the heat of his hand on mine. I stepped back onto the ice and pulled James along with me. When his feet hit the ice, they almost fell out from beneath him, but because he was holding my hand I was able to stop him from falling completely on his ass the way Jason had. I swallowed my laugh, afraid that he would get too pissed off and insist on not even trying. Instead, I grinned into my shoulder so he couldn't see me. When I had my face under control I turned to look at him. I was surprised to see him grinning at me. I expected to find him pissed. I smiled back at him. "Ready?" he nodded. I pushed off from the ice and pulled James a long with me. We started to move but James, because he was unsure, didn't move his feet. "Remember, it's like inline skating. You need to move your feet" I reminded him. He nodded and moved his feet slightly. Instead of trying to walk, the way Jason had, James moved his feet smoothly, in a skating motion. I did cartwheels in my head because I was sure he would be able to pick it up quickly after all. I moved in front of him and grabbed both of his hands in mine and started to skate backwards. He remembered to move his feet and he was actually skating! Every so often I glanced over my shoulder to make sure we weren't going to skate into someone. Eventually, as James became steadier on his feet, I moved back to my original position at his side. We still held hands and it made me happy. Call me crazy, call me stupid. Holding hands with James Hetfield was making me happy. We skated a long for a few minutes and I enjoyed the beauty of the park. The trees were covered with a light powder snow and many had icicles hanging from the branches. They glistened in the sun and cast rainbows on the snow as they refracted the light. The hills were covered with a deep packing snow and because everyone came here to skate, most of the snow was undisturbed.It was absolutely gorgeous here and my heart aches a little as I allowed myself to miss home and the seasons. We skated a long some more before I suggested that he try on his own. He shook his head. "No! I'll fall!". He pleaded with me a little and refused to let go of my hand. I chuckled at him. "James you'll never learn unless you try on your own". "I don't want to let go of you. What if you don't come back?" he said, trying to sound teasing, but sounding too serious for me. I decided to play it cool. "I'm right here". I pried his hand off of mine and gave him a little push to get him on his own. He fell almost immediately and I couldn't stop the laugh from coming out. James looked up at me, shock written all over his face. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand in embarrassment. He started to laugh too. "See! What did I tell you?" he complained to me. I shook my head and skated over to him. I looked around and saw that we were alone in this section of the park. Good news for James. It meant no one saw him fall. I held out my hands to help pull him up. He grabbed on, but instead of trying to stand up, James pulled me hard and I fell face first into his lap. He laughed even harder as my cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and excitement. Even through his leather coat I could smell his scent. His cologne and pheromones, mixed together made me crazy. His scent was so masculine and reassuring. It made me want to melt even further into his lap. He stopped laughing and I could feel him burning holes into my back with his eyes. When I didn't get up immediately, he placed a finger under my chin and lifted it up to look at him. I stared up into his blue eyes and for the second time that afternoon, my breath caught in my throat. Staring into his eyes was like staring into the ocean. They pulled you in with their beauty, but if you didn't tread carefully, they could be dangerous. He stared into my eyes intently and with purpose. We didn't say anything. He leaned closer, our lips inches from touching. "How about that kiss you owe me?" he whispered to me, breathless with anticipation. I was at a loss for words. My heart was racing and as I was sitting in his lap, I could feel his heart racing just as fast. All I could manage to get out was an incoherent, "Uh huh". His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me more fully into his lap. My eyes were closed now. I was afraid to look into his eyes. They were too hypnotizing. I was sure that was what he did to me. Otherwise, why would I still be sitting in his lap, waiting for him to kiss me? I'm completely under his spell. This is crazy I thought to myself. I felt James run his fingers through my hair and it sent shivers down my spine. He pulled my hair back from my face and over onto one shoulder. He placed the softest of kisses of my bare neck and I couldn't help but sigh in pleasure as his lips finally touched me. He softly kissed up and along my neck, and then down again. The sensation was hypnotic and I became lost in the sensation. His lips left my skin, but his tongue soon replaced them and he gently licked my neck before lightly grazing his teeth on the same spot. He didn't bite, but he put enough pressure to make me moan slightly. Normally I would have been embarrassed at how easily he was getting me to react to his touch, but I was so far gone and so far his that I didn't care. His lips returned to my neck and slowly, agonizingly slowly, kissed his way up my neck and along my jaw line. As he neared my lips, I licked them in anticipation. I sneaked a peek, opening my eyes to look at James. His eyes were closed too. He was just as lost in the moment as I was. He drew back slightly from me, but he was close enough that I could still feel his hot breath on my lips. I was begging him in my mind. Please, please. Just kiss me. Close the gap. Please. "Ask me" he softly commanded. I knew what he wanted me to ask him and I gave into him. "Please kiss me" I begged him. "Say my name" he whispered back as his felt his lips brush against mine with the barest of touches. It was all I could do to not grab his head and force him to kiss me. "James, please" I implored him, a little desperately. He moaned slightly and then finally closed that barest of gaps between our lips. The kiss was gentle and timid at first. Like a pair of teenagers sharing their first kiss. He was almost hesitant, but for me it was heaven. His lips were as soft as silk and he felt just like I remembered him from our first kiss. In my head, fireworks were going off as I finally got what I didn't even know I had been wanting. I opened my mouth to encourage him to be less hesitant. He took it for what he was and he opened his mouth as well. I felt his tongue against mine, massaging and exploring. He tasted just as I remembered; spicy and all male. As our kiss deepened, my mind went blank and I stopped thinking. I didn't want to ruin this moment by trying to analyze it. I wanted to enjoy it and I wanted it to last. His kiss became more aggressive and he licked the roof of my mouth as he pulled me even further against him. He leaned back into the snowbank behind him and pulled me back with him, never breaking contact from our kiss. He positioned me with deft and skilled hands in the way he wanted me. I allowed him to dominate me, though I was on top of him. He rocked his hips up against my groin and I felt him, even through our jeans, tight, hot and ready. I groaned into his mouth as I felt him in between us. I felt his hands wander underneath my parka and soon his cold hands were on my bare skin. I gasped in surprise as he traced circles along my back, all the while continuing to rock his hips against us. When I didn't protest, he moved his hands up my back and around to my front to cup my breasts through my bra. He squeezed them gently at first and then slipped a hand up and under the cup to grab me more fully. His bare hand on my breast made me crazy and I groaned for him as he rolled my hard nipple between his fingers. I responded by greedily kissing at his mouth. We kissed and kissed and I thought that the world must be ending because I had never experienced a kiss like this. A kiss that made my brain stop working and made me forget about where we were, which was in a very public and outdoor place. My breath kept catching as James ground his hot erection against my groin. I could feel myself slick with arousal and completely ready to take him. Every time my breath caught James moaned into my mouth and it sent shivers down my spine that shook my body. I kissed him back with the same intensity that he kissed me. One of his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me hard against his throbbing groin. He pulled away from our kiss, but travelled down to my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he went. This time, instead of being gentle and playful, he licked before firmly and aggressively planting his teeth into my neck. He bit down and the pain, mixed with pure pleasure, shot through my body. It was like he had sent an electrical shock through me and I lost all sense of what was going on. He sucked and licked the spot until he finally pulled back and kissed it softly. I opened my eyes to look at him in surprise at his aggressive move. He looked back at me, his blue eyes brighter and more intense than I had ever seen them. He grinned at me, like he owned me. In that moment it felt right. I felt like he owned me and I wanted to be his. He grabbed my hips and sat up slightly. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and the next thing I knew he had flipped us so I was now the one laying against the snow bank and he was on top. His glossy, blonde hair was wet from where it had been touching the snow, but to my eyes he had never looked sexier. His cheeks were still flushed, though I was sure it was from pure arousal now and not the cold. I doubt he even felt the cold anymore. His borrowed scarf fell open and his warm neck suddenly appeared bare before me. I pulled him down and gently kissed, teased and licked the way he had with me. I could feel him squirming against me in pleasure. I kissed along his jaw, the way he had done to me, playfully licking his ear and nibbling on his ear lobe before returning to his mouth. We locked mouths again and this time there was no hesitancy. It was pure sexual chemistry. I forced my tongue into his mouth and he eagerly accepted it. Our tongues entwined, mimicking what our hands were doing above my head, where James held them. He ground his hips against me more forcefully now. He ground with an aggressiveness and intensity that turned me on and made me gasp and moan along with him. His grinding soon became less rhythmic and he grunted, breaking our perfect kiss. "I'm gonna come" he choked out. "Please" he panted into my ear. I didn't have time to answer as I heard laughter from a ways down the ice path. James heard too and quickly scrambled off of me. I sat up and helped to pull him to his feet. He winced in pain as his throbbing erection rubbed painfully against his tight jeans. He turned his back to me and adjusted himself before turning back. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jason skating, barely, with his group of giggling girls. I looked back at James and his eyes widened as he looked at me. He grabbed the scarf from around his neck and quickly wrapped it around mine. I looked at him quizzically but he didn't say anything. He ran his fingers through his hair and I remembered my own. I tried to flatten it down and make it look normal, but I really had no idea what it looked like now. James and I locked eyes one more time. He smiled knowingly at me and I couldn't help but return the smile. Just that smile alone sent my heart racing, especially as I thought about what we had just been doing. "I guess I did have fun" he whispered to me. I tried not to smile and put on a neutral face for Jason. I turned my back on him and skated over to Jason. "Having fun?" I asked him, trying to sound normal. As turned on as I was right now, there was a part of me, now that I was with Jason that was feeling extremely guilty. I knew that I shouldn't, because I was single and could do what I wanted. But, if James was right, and Jason did have feelings for me, well then I was feeling like the biggest ass in the world right now. Not to mention the fact that he had repeatedly asked me to not get involved with James. I smiled at him, again, trying to be normal. He grinned back at me. "Hell yes. I met these kind ladies and they've been helping me learn. Though I have no fucking idea what they're saying to me" he laughed. I couldn't help but laugh along with him as the girls babbled away in French at him. I looked at my watch. It was getting close to dinner time. "We should probably go. It's getting late." I turned back to James and skated over to him. I offered him my hand again and he took it, but not before giving me a very knowing and predatory look. He didn't smile. He just seemed to look at me like he owned me. I swallowed nervously and tired to ignore it. But when he took my hand, I felt that same burning feeling that I could now identify as being lust. I turned to Jason's troupe of girls and told them kindly in French that we were leaving now. They all sighed and grumbled before giving Jason a flurry of kisses and skating off. We followed, though more slowly as I had my Olympic gold skaters in tow. We all laughed as Jason told us his afternoon adventure with his French ladies. "What did you two get up to?" he asked cheerily, with no undertones of suspicion in his voice. "Um..." I trailed off, trying to think of something. It was James who saved us. "I can't skate worth shit." James declared, and somewhat proudly, "so we had a snowball fight" indicating our wet jeans. Jason chuckled, "too bad I missed out". "Yeah. Too bad. We had a great time. I'm looking forward to doing it again" he said rather pointedly at me. I chose to ignore him as we handed our skates back to the rental hut. I hailed us another cab and we were back at the parking garage in no time. Jason continued to talk about the French girls and James listened intently, nodding where appropriate and offering his input every now and then. I barely listened as I drove us home. All I could think about was James, how amazing our kiss was and what I was going to do now. I couldn't tell Jason. He would lose it, especially if he really did have feelings for me. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly, my knuckles turned white. I wasn't even sure about what to do about these new emotions for James. I could admit to myself now that I liked him. Yes. I liked him. Now what was I going to do about it. When we got back to my parents' house, they announced that they were going out this evening to my father's company Christmas party, but there was plenty of food and to just help ourselves. I found a frozen vegetarian lasagne my mother had made in the freezer and I popped it into the oven for an easy dinner. We ate it with tossed salad; well I ate it with tossed salad. James and Jason said that the vegetarian lasagne was already enough vegetables for them. As soon as we had gotten home I had gone up to my room to change. It was when I looked in the mirror that I saw why James had wrapped the scarf around my neck. He had left a rather large and dark hickey on my neck. I started to panic as I thought about the fight that would occur when Jason saw it. I began to pile foundation, concealer and pretty much anything I could find onto it. It didn't help at all. In fact, because the makeup didn't cover the hickey in any way, it made me look like I had some kind of sick skin disease surrounding the hickey. I used a baby wipe to quickly get the makeup off. I settled on wearing a hooded sweatshirt that would hopefully hide the hickey. I would have preferred to wear a scarf, but I thought Jason might ask me why I was wearing a scarf indoors. And so, here we were, all sitting in the couch, watching a tv movie that I couldn't even pay attention to because I was so focused on making sure my sweatshirt hid my hickey. I made sure that James sat on my right; because that was the side it was on. Every so often, from the corner of my eye I could see him peeking at my neck. He knew it was there and I think it a way he wanted Jason to know as well. When Jason got up to go to the bathroom, I smacked his leg. "Don't you say anything" I warned him. He smirked at me, "Say anything about what?" But even as he said it he leaned close to me and moved my sweatshirt aside to look at my neck. He bent closer and tenderly placed a light kiss on my neck, right where I knew the mark that he had left on me was. "It's out little secret" he whispered. I shivered at his words and tried to control myself We heard the bathroom door open and James retreated to his spot on the couch. Jason came back into the living room and then James made a suggestion. "Let's play poker". "With what? We're all poor. We have no money" Jason answered before flopping back onto the couch. "Unless you want to play strip poker". "Um, as the only female here, I'm going to have to vote no" I quickly interjected. "Besides you can't play poker with three people. What about darts?" I suggested, indicating the dart board on the wall. "Yeah, okay" Jason agreed. "Let's make it interesting" James suggested. I immediately felt tense, afraid of what he might suggest. "Every throw you miss, you take a shot". Jason laughed and I inwardly groaned because Jason was great at darts and I sucked. I had no idea if James was any good. "Sounds good" Jason agreed. We ended up playing darts for nearly three hours. As I predicted, Jason did well and he wasn't nearly as drunk as James and I. But I had done by far the worse. We had finished an entire bottle of both tequila and vodka. A second bottle of vodka sat open on the table, three quarters empty. I was sure I had drunk about half of all the booze. The room was spinning and I couldn't stop laughing hysterically. I was sure I had never been that drunk in my life and I was equally sure tomorrow would be the worst day of my life due to a nasty hangover. James and Jason, thought I was hilarious and couldn't stop laughing at the ridiculous things coming out of my mouth. I soon resolved that I need to go to bed before I sat something I would regret. I declared my intention to go to sleep and James agreed that he was going too. He went up the stairs first, waving good night to Jason and I. He was drunk, but he could still walk properly. I, on the other hand, could not even stand. I tried several times to stand and failed each time. Jason shook his head and finally scooped me up and carried me fireman style over his shoulder up to my bedroom. He opened the door and went to flick on the light but I begged him to keep it off. I wanted the pure darkness as the light was starting to irritate me. He continued into my room and dropped me heavily onto the bed. "Ugh! Fuck Jason!" I moaned as my head pounded and my stomach rolled. "Sorry" he whispered. He turned to leave my room, but turned back when he saw me crawling under the covers still in my daytime clothes. He walked back over to the bed. "Kat, your clothes". "I can't. Too tired. Too drunk" I replied drowsily. Jason sighed and grabbed a hold of my hips and pulled me back down the bed. "Raise your arms" he instructed. Without even thinking I raised my arms and he pulled my sweatshirt and t-shirt off in one pull. "Lean back" he instructed further. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down off of my hips. In my head I hoped that he hadn't taken my underwear with them and I giggled out loud. Jason shook his head at me and didn't even ask what I was giggling about. He pulled the covers back and I crawled to the top of the bed and got under the covers. I laid down and Jason squatted down beside the bed so he was level with me. He smoothed my hair and kissed me on the cheek. "I had a good day today Kat. I think James did too" he said softly. I nodded but in my head I thought that James damn well better have had a good day seeing as how I had kissed his socks off! "Night Kat" he said and rose to leave. He was almost at the door when I sat up, deciding that I needed him. "Stay?" I asked him. He turned back and nodded, not protesting at my request at all. "Thought you would never ask" he teased me. He walked back to the bed and pulled off his t-shirt and jeans before crawling into bed in just his boxer-briefs. He scooted close to me and settled so that we were in our usual spooning position. His arm wrapped around over my waist and he nestled his nose against my neck like usual. He pulled my hips close to his groin and pressed greedily against me. I tried to settle and fall asleep, but all I could feel was Jason's hot skin against mine. I was still horny from my earlier kiss with James. I felt Jason tracing small circles along my stomach, the way James had done earlier on my back. I could feel my blood pressure rising as Jason's touch slowly woke me up and turned me on. It occurred to me that this was the first time Jason and I had shared a bed in our under garments. It made me a giggle a little. Apparently Jason was feeling the same as I was because I could feel a pressure against my ass, where his growing erection was pressing against me. He moved his hand from drawing circles on my stomach to running his hand up and down my smooth legs and hip. I closed my eyes and basked in how amazing it felt. Both relaxing and arousing. I pushed my ass more firmly against his groin and I heard his breath catch at the pressure. His hand moved from my hip to gently cup my bare ass. He dug his nails into the skin and groaned softly against my skin. In my drunken state I wasn't even thinking about what I was doing. I wasn't thinking about what I had just done earlier with James and I wasn't thinking about the potential fallout of what I might do. I rolled over to look at Jason. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be concentrating hard on sometime. His lips were also moving and it became obvious to me that he was whispering something to himself. I didn't try and hear; instead I raised my fingers to his lips. He stopped whispering and lay still as I traced the outline of his full mouth. In fact, he was so still that I was convinced he was asleep. I then decided that I needed to wake him up so I leaned closer to kiss him while at the same time allowing my hand to drop down to his groin. My lips met his at the same instant that my hand rubbed against his cock through his boxer-briefs. More Soon! |
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| ElisabethOrion | January 2, 2012, 4:02 am Post #57 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 2, 2012, 8:23 am Post #58 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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No,no, no please! Let it be James I love Jason but c'mon And love the kiss, snow and cold I just love the idea This is bad for me coz I NEED MOAR!!!!
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| Lawrah Luvsmetallica | January 2, 2012, 11:31 am Post #59 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Uh-oh hope it turns out well That kiss... was amazing Keep on goin' I shall be waiting for more soon XD
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| Voxx | January 2, 2012, 1:23 pm Post #60 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Hey ladies. So good news, I will be able to post the second part of the chapter today. I was sent home from work early because my manager is stupid and had too many people slated to work. So lucky me! (Actually really happy to be home. I've worked way too much this holiday). So since all I had to do was edit this section, it's going up today. Hopefully you ladies don't get too mad! I know everyone is mostly James fans (like me!) but don't worry, his time will come! The next chapter might take a few days to be posted because I'll be working and it's not written yet. Please Enjoy! Chapter 12 continued I felt Jason's body go stiff in response to my touch, but my probing mouth seemed to convince him and he soon relaxed into my touch, returning my kiss with a furor. He put his hands on either side of my face and kissed me back deeply. His mouth tasted like the booze we had been drinking and I drank him in, feeling drunker by the second. Our tongues entwined and he whimpered into my mouth as I continued to rub him through his boxer-briefs. He thrust his hips slightly to meet my touch. We kissed until we were breathless and then Jason pulled back to look at me. "How drunk are you?" he asked me breathless. "I'm fine" I whispered back as I leaned forward to nibble on his neck. I moved my hand from his groin to touch the clean lines of muscle on his chest. I watched his chest rise and fall rapidly. He closed his eyes, enjoying my touch. When he opened his eyes, he was looking back at me with a deadly intent. He grabbed me around my hips and quickly flipped me onto my back, while at the same time rolling on top of me. The sudden motion made my head spin and I head to close my eyes to keep myself from vomiting. Jason didn't seem to notice as he immediately started to kiss my neck. He licked, nibbled and even bit as he made his way down my neck to my chest. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation and the shivers it was sending down my spine. I focused on his hot mouth and tried to ignore the roiling in my stomach. I took deep breaths and was finally able to fight past the nausea. Jason paused when he got to my chest. His fingers pushed my bras straps down and he kissed and licked where they at been. His hot mouth on my skin made me groan slightly. When he moved away, his mouth was replaced by the cool air and the juxtaposition of the hot and cool was making me crazy. I wasn't thinking clearly. The only thing I could focus on was the immediate present and at present, I wanted to feel more of Jason against me. I raised my hips up and he pushed his down to grind firmly against my groin. The only thing between us was the thin materials of my thong and his boxer-briefs. I could feel him fighting his body, willing himself to slow down. He whispered something in my ear and in my drunken state I couldn't make out what he said, but I knew it was a question. I nodded my head anyways, because I was sure he would give me more of what I wanted if I said yes. Jason reached around behind me to undo my bra and when he had it off he let it fall silently to the floor beside the bed. When my breasts were free I could hear him breathe in softly. He lowered his mouth to my breasts and began to suck, nibble and gently squeeze them. I moaned for him, letting him know I loved what he was doing. "Oh, god Kat. You're so beautiful. You're so perfect" he breathed to me as he stroked his fingers through my hair and down my face. I couldn't answer him. My mind couldn't seem to form words. He supported his weight on one hand while the other reached down to free his throbbing need. His slipped out of his boxer-briefs and casually tossed them onto the floor. He grabbed my hand and gently guided it to his hard cock, that was already slick and wet from pre-cum. I wrapped my fingers around it and he stopped breathing as I gently and slowly moved my hand up and down it. He lowered his head to my shoulder as I pumped him and he bit into it to keep from screaming. He started to move his hips and thrust into my hand. "Jason" I breathed as I enjoyed the sensation of him hard in my hand. He grunted back, quickly took my hand away from his groin and rolled to the side. "Not yet" he growled at me. I tried to lean forward to protest and reach for him, but when I tried to sit up, my head swam again and I had to sit back again. I was fighting the nausea again when I felt Jason pulling my panties down my legs. I kept my eyes closed as Jason settled himself between my legs. "Open your eyes" he instructed me. He voice had deepened in arousal to a tone I had never heard it before. It was exciting to me. Masculine, commanding and very sexy. I slowly opened my eyes, afraid that I would puke if I moved to fast. Jason was laying on his stomach in between my legs. He was looking up at me. "Is this okay?" he asked me, looking for reassurance. I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about because I thought that from the way I was responding to him, he should be able to tell it was more than okay. I slowly nodded my head and Jason smiled up at me. He kissed the insides of my legs, slowly kissing his way up to my throbbing centre. I thought to myself that I should be embarrassed that I was doing this with my best friend, but for some reason I was quite happy to allow it to continue and I was not in the least embarrassed. When Jason reached my centre, I gasped as he kissed and licked me. I had never experienced this before, but it felt amazing. His tongue moved to my clit and he licked and sucked on it, listening to my soft moans, letting him know that what he was doing was exactly right. I felt him push one finger inside of me and my breath caught and he gently, but quickly brought me to orgasm. I closed my eyes again and shuddered into his touch. The fire started in my belly and quickly spread down my legs and up my spine. "Jason...oh my god" I groaned as the orgasm shook me. I felt Jason crawl up my body until we were face to face again. He kissed me deeply and I tasted myself on his tongue. He reached in between us and grabbed his throbbing cock. He pulled it a few times before positioning himself at my entrance. he rubbed himself against my silky wetness and I shuddered at the way he felt. He moaned as I writhed underneath him. "I'll go slow" he whispered to me as he nuzzled my neck lovingly. I nodded and I felt him start to push inside me. I gasped at the sudden stab of pain I felt. My arms shot around his neck and my nails dug into his back as he slowly pushed into my inch by slow inch. "It's okay” he whispered to me. I whimpered into his neck as he continued to push. I could feel my body resisting him and I tensed up, unable to relax anymore. "Kat, relax, sweetie" Jason whispered to me soothingly, "I'm not going to hurt you". I nodded into his neck, and he pushed one final time. The resistance broke and the pain was almost too much. I whimpered even louder and Jason tried to soothe me. "Shh, it's okay" he murmured. He pulled back out slowly, until he was all of the way out, and then he slowly pushed back inside me. I could feel him fighting his body for control so he could go the slow pace he promised me. I could feel the tension in his back and the muscles in his arms were bounded and tight as he supported his weight above me. His head fell forward and his dark curls fell over my face and he continued to pump in and out of my slowly. As he continued, the pain stared to subside and mixed with the pleasure of his body inside mine. I was able to release my death grip on his back. As Jason felt me relax, he began to speed up his thrusting. We locked eyes as Jason breathing began to get laboured. He kissed me again and I eagerly accepted his sweet mouth and tongue. He pulled back from the kiss and looked into my eyes again. His blues had darkened with arousal. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this" he growled at me as he continued to thrust. My brain couldn't seem to register his words. The only thing I could focus on was his body inside mine and the way my skin burned against his where we touched. He began to lose his steady rhythm and instead of fighting his body for control he let go. I felt him give one last thrust into me and then I felt him tense as he released his sweet seed inside of me. When his orgasm passed, he slumped down on top of me, resting his full weight on my body. He was breathing heavily and his warm breath tickled my ear. We lay like that for a few minutes; our bodies sweaty and entwined, Jason still inside of me. He finally moved his hips back to pull out of me and he rolled to the side. I felt a gush of something warm and sticky flow out of me, but I was too drunk to care; drunk from euphoria and booze. I rolled over and let Jason spoon me again. He pulled me close and nuzzled into my back. I wasn't even thinking about the potential fallout from what we had just done. All I knew at that moment was that it felt good and it felt right. I was drifting off to sleep when Jason mumbled something into my back. "What?" I asked him sleepily. "I love you Katerina" he mumbled again as he drifted off to sleep. Those words woke me up instantly and I lay in Jason's arms, my heart pounding telling myself that what I had heard, I only thought I had heard. I felt his steady breathing against my back, telling me he was asleep and I told myself that he didn't mean it the way it sounded. I shut my eyes tight and tried to fall asleep, but all I could think about were those words. The next morning when I woke up, I wished I was dead. I woke up with sunlight streaming through the window, directly into my face. When I opened my eyes, I immediately regretted it. The sun stung my eyes and I quickly shut my eyes and rolled over; except that rolling over made me nauseous. I kept my eyes closed and held my breath, fighting down the bile that was rising in my stomach. As I lay there, I noticed that I was naked. My eyes shot open as I remembered last night. It was then that I noticed that I was alone in my bed. I groaned inwardly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell was I going to do? He probably woke up this morning, freaked out and dashed out as fast as he could, not that I could blame him. I rolled onto my back slowly and placed my hands over my face. As I lay there and tried to figure out what I was going to say to Jason when I saw him, I remembered kissing James earlier in the day. "Fuck!" I whispered allowed. I grabbed the pillow beside me and put it over my face and screamed into it. Okay I felt a little better now. If James found out I had just slept with Jason, I was pretty sure he would hate me. I would hate me if I was him. Kissing him like that and then sleeping with another guy the same night was just cruel. I felt like I had been leading him on. I felt like a dirty slut. In that moment I hated myself because I knew that deep down I really liked James. How did I feel about Jason? I had no idea. But I knew that sleeping with him was unfair to him too. I heard noises coming from downstairs as people prepared breakfast. I looked at the clock. It said 12:23. Okay, maybe more like lunch. I slowly sat up. My room started spinning all around me. Boy did I ever regret doing all those shots last night. I crawled out of bed and grabbed a pair of sweat pants and tank top as I made my to the bathroom down the hall. I was still completely naked, but in that moment I did not care. All I wanted was a hot shower. However, as I was walking to the bathroom, my stomach started rebelling against my slow movements and I could feel the bile rising in my throat. I sprinted the last few metres and threw myself over the toilet only just in time. All that I threw up was bile and it burned my throat. When I was done, I closed the bathroom door and stepped under a steaming hot shower. I spent a long time in the shower, thinking about what the hell I was going to do. I couldn't come up with anything. All I could focus on was the pounding in my head. I needed water and Tylenol. And coffee, I thought to myself. I would think more clearly after that. I stepped out of the shower, quickly dried off and put on my clothes. I brushed out my long hair and wiped the fog off of the mirror to look at myself. I look terrible. My skin was paler than I had ever seen it and I had black circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I was going to look like shit today. I decided to at least pull my wet hair up in to a ponytail. I made my way back to my bedroom to search for a hair tie. When I looked at the bed, I was reminded once again of my night with Jason. The white sheets were stained red with blood. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I stripped the bed and bundled up the sheets. I pulled my hair back, and then quickly got some new ones from the linen closet. I quickly made up my bed and then slipped downstairs and dropped off the soiled linens in the laundry room. I shuffled into the kitchen, squinting against the afternoon light. As I made my way into the kitchen my father looked up from his lunch and chuckled. "Good morning Katerina" he said to me, a knowing smile playing in his eyes. I grumbled at him and made my way straight to the coffee maker. James was also sitting at the kitchen table and he was also smiling at me. Despite being drunk last night, he seemed fine this morning. Probably because of all his practice I told myself miserably. Jason was standing behind the kitchen counter. He wordlessly handed me a glass of water and a Tylenol. "Thought you could use this" he said to me softly. "We all kind of heard your retching upstairs". I groaned and blushed in embarrassment as James and my father snickered from the table. Jason poured me a cup of coffee that was already made and being kept warm in the coffee pot as I swallowed my pill and water. Jason didn't say anything else to me. In fact he seemed to be ignoring me. I could see the tension in his body as he washed his lunch dishes. It made me slightly pissed off. Fine, I thought to myself. I can play that game. I wordlessly took my coffee and sat down at the kitchen table grumpily. My father looked up from the newspaper to regard me. I could feel him staring at me but I chose to ignore him until I remembered that I had a massive hickey on my neck. I once again groaned inwardly and put my head down on the table. Fuck, I thought to myself. Despite the fact that I was a grown woman, almost 25, I knew my father would give me the lecture when he had me alone. James knew it was from him and I was betting on the fact that Jason probably thought he gave it to me last night. I sat there at the table, feeling awkward and embarrassed and unsure of what to do. My mother came into the kitchen then, and she tsked at me in disapproval. "This is what you get for drinking too much, Katerina. You should know better than to go overboard". I looked up to see her looking at me with disapproval written all over her face. She stood on the other side of the table with her hands on her hips. "We're having a Christmas party tonight. I've invited a lot of friends and family who want to see you. You better rest up today so you can be presentable tonight". I nodded at her wordlessly, but inside I was screaming. The last thing I wanted was a Christmas party. I didn't want to see all my old friends. I ran away from Montreal to get away from it all, including them. "But first I need you to go to the store" she said to me as she busied herself about the kitchen. "I forgot a few things yesterday. Take James with you". I looked up at her, not believing she was asking me to go to the store when I was this hungover. She saw me looking at her and she scowled at me. "It's not my fault you drank so much last night, now is it? Go put your coat on. It will take twenty minutes that's all. Then you can go back to bed". I silently rose from my chair and made my way up to my bedroom to put on a sweater and get my coat. I heard someone following me and I assumed it was James doing the same. I climbed the stairs, wishing I was dead with every step and then shuffled into my room. I threw myself down onto my bed and lay there. I was dying. I knew it. There was no way someone could feel like this and still be alive. I heard my bedroom door close and I rolled over to see who it was. "Can we talk?" Jason asked me as he sat down at my desk. I nodded to him and he continued. "Look about last night..." he paused and I nodded to let him know I knew what he was talking about. He ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous gesture that he only rarely did. I wanted to say something too, but I swallowed my words and let him carry on. "Look, I'm sorry about last night" he finally said to me delicately, looking down at his feet. "I feel awful about it Kat. It never should have happened. I'm so sorry. I feel like I took advantage of you. You were so drunk and I knew it and I just didn't care. Seeing you this morning, seeing how hungover you are..." he trailed off and looked up at me. His expression was full of hurt. "You're my best friend and you deserved better than some drunken hook up as your first time. Can we just forget that it ever happened?" he asked me. I stared at him, not really believing what I was hearing. Jason regretted having sex with me, I thought. I can't believe it. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. Maybe he didn't like me like that. Maybe it was a good thing. I opened my mouth to say don't worry about it but instead I almost shouted at him, "But you said you loved me last night!". Oh god. Why did I just say that? I'm so stupid, I scolded myself. Jason blushed and looked down at his feet again. "You must have been imagining it Kat. I didn't say that" he answered me back. I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn't believe that he was lying to me. I know what he said and I know that he was so happy to be with me last night. It was written in his words, his tone, his tenderness and his kisses. "I know what I heard Jason" I answered him back softly. He raised his head to look at me and we locked eyes; the same eyes that had stared down at me so passionately and full of love last night. "You were pretty drunk Kat" he said back, almost cruelly. I didn't know what to say. I was at a loss for words. All I could manage was a soft, "Oh, okay". I looked down and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. I didn't know why I was crying. I tried to hold them in, but they were soon rolling down my cheeks. Jason softened. "Kat, sweetie, don't cry" Jason said to me as he came over to the bed. "Please don't cry". He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to his chest. "Look, don't feel bad okay. People do things out of the ordinary when they're drunk. I'm not mad or upset at you. Don't regret it okay, but if you do that's fine. I understand. But it should have never have happened. Whether or not you see it the same way I do, doesn't matter to me. I took advantage of you when you were drunk. You may have wanted it last night, but would you want it if you were sober?" he swallowed before continuing, "I doubt it. Nothing has changed between us. You're still my best friend and you always will be. Okay?" he asked me and pulled my chin up to look at him. "Okay?" he asked me again. That's not why I'm crying, I thought to myself. You're lying to me I thought. I nodded though and wiped my tears off of my cheeks. "Okay". He smiled at me and I gave him the barest of smiles back. He let go of me and stood up from the best. He grabbed my sweater from off of my chair and handed it to me. I pulled it on over my head. "You should get going or James is going to wonder where you are". I nodded and pulled my hair out of its ponytail to redo it. Pulling the sweater on had messed it up. As I was pulling my hair back, Jason looked at my neck and winced. He walked over to me and touched the dark bruise on my neck. "Sorry about that" he whispered. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the swirling in my stomach and the guilt coursing through my body. I shrugged, like it was nothing and then grabbed my coat from the closet and went downstairs to find James waiting for me in the foyer. "Ready?" he asked me. I nodded and we headed out the door, the list of what my mother needed in James’ hand. He's lying to me, I thought again. I know what I heard. He said he had been waiting to be with me for a long time. Why is he lying to me? I thought as I closed the front door. Edited by Voxx, January 2, 2012, 1:25 pm.
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