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Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance
Topic Started: December 16, 2011, 2:04 am (14,473 Views)
Some_Kind_Of_Monster
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Thank you posting so fast :heart:

Hmm bad Jason :ugh:

I like the story very much!! Please don't make us wait too long for another update :biggrin
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January 2, 2012, 1:47 pm
Thank you posting so fast :heart:

Hmm bad Jason :ugh:

I like the story very much!! Please don't make us wait too long for another update :biggrin
Thanks! :)

I will try my best! I'm home all day today. I have to help take down the Christmas tree and what not, but hopefully I will be able to get some more writing in :)
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I love this soooo much!!!!
I can't wait to read the next part :biggrin :heart:
Btw the part with Kat and James was Hot! :drool
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Lawrah Luvsmetallica
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Jason ...... U did say that and u do love her

James ..... U better sweep her off her feet.

I love this story .... MOAR PLZZ!! :lol:
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OMG I loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :blink: :heart: :o

I really did!! She and James had some sort of a thing and then she slept with Jason! And I loevd the fact that Jason thinks that he caused the hickey :rolleyes: :drool :drool


I NEED MOAR! :heart:
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Aww, I love how much everyone is rooting for James! Poor Jason!

Here's the next the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it :)




Chapter 13

James drove to the grocery store while I instructed from the driver's seat, as I was still feeling rather queasy. I was sure this was the slowest James had ever driven in his life. The snow and ice made him nervous and I was thankful for it because I didn't think I would be able to handle his normal driving, which I had heard horror stories about.

Other than the directions I gave him, we drove in silence. I was not in a talkative mood today and I think he could sense it. We pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store and climbed out of the car. I got up too fast, got a head rush, and couldn't stop myself from puking in the middle of the parking lot. Hangovers are a bitch, I thought. James came around to my side of the car and started to rub my back as I crouched down in the snow.

"Do you want to wait in the car?" he asked me.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shook my head. "No, I'm fine. Let's just make this quick". I stood up slowly and James grabbed my arm to support me. We started to walk across the parking lot and that was when I noticed the dull ache in between my legs. This is turning out to be an awesome day I thought to myself sarcastically. "Why aren't you sick?" I complained to him.

He gave me a sympathetic smile as he lead me through the front door of the store. "I didn't drink as much as you did and I had a lot of water in between my shots. Plus, I get the impression that you don't drink that often. Lightweight" he teased me as we entered the store. James pulled the list out of his pocket. I looked it over and thankfully it was small; flour, eggs, cherries and icing sugar. Just based off of the list I knew my mother was going to be making her white chocolate cherry cake. While I normally loved that cake, I was sure I would be in no shape to eat any tonight.

I pulled James along towards the baking aisle. Flour and icing sugar were easy enough to find. I handed them off to James and then went to go get the eggs while James went off to find the cherries. I was standing in the eggs and dairy section of the grocery store when I heard a familiar voice near me. I turned to look and when I saw who it was I immediately turned back.

No, no, no. I thought to myself. Not him; anyone but him. He hadn't actually been the one that was talking. But he was with the familiar voice. I grabbed a carton of eggs and scurried off to find James and get the hell of out this grocery store. I turned one last time to look over my shoulder and the familiar voice saw me. His eyes widened, obviously in surprised and he tapped his companion on the shoulder, pointing in my direction as he said something to him. I turned back and started to fast walk over to the produce section even as I heard him call to me.

"Katerina!".

I slid into the produce section to find James walking towards me with a giant bag of cherries. I was sure we were buying all the cherries in the store. He had filled the plastic produce bag to near capacity. He probably had close to a kilogram of cherries.

"Do you think this is enough?" he asked me in a worried tone. Had the situation been different I would have burst out laughing at how serious he was. Instead I grabbed his arm and started to drag him towards the cashiers, and I mean drag him. He even dug his heels in a bit, in protest against me trying to boss him around.

"It will do" I said to him as I looked around behind him. I couldn't see anyone I knew and I sighed in relief. I positioned James so that he was blocking me from view from the produce section. They wouldn't see me, only a tall, blonde heavy metal dude. And then I remembered that he looked like Marc and I wanted to punch him for his resemblance. I peeked around James again and didn't see them. So long as James didn't turn around we would be fine.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked me, pure confusion on his face. He was staring at me like I was some crazy crack addict.

"Um, your ass looks great in these jeans. Can't stop looking" I said rather absent mindedly as we waited in line.

"What?" he asked me in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

I shook my head. We were next in line. "Nothing. Just forget it". I looked past him one more time and then turned around to face the front of the line. I waited impatiently for the lady in front of us to purchase her groceries. She was buying an entire week's worth and I was about ready to throw her groceries in her face if she took any longer. James continued to look at me like I had lost my mind. I was tapping my foot in impatience and had my hands on my hips.

"Katerina, hey." I heard the voice again. My blood turned to ice and my knees started to shake. I felt my nausea return with a vengeance as my stomach started to roil. James turned around first to look at the newcomers. I slowly turned to look at them. They were both staring at James; mouths wide open, not believing that they were seeing. He was staring back at them confused. I looked up at James and he looked down at me. I guess my discomfort was all over my face because whatever James saw there made his face harden.

He turned back to the newcomers and scowled at them. "Who the fuck are you? What do you want?" he snarled.

They seemed to get over their shock and look past James to me. He moved his body so that he was partially standing in front of me. I don't know how he knew that I didn't want to get close to these two guys, but he could obviously sense it, and I was grateful for that.

It was Michael who spoke first. He smiled at me sweetly. "I see you moved on pretty quickly eh there Kat? Got yourself a new one. Looks just like him, I'm surprised. I thought I was seeing a ghost there for a second" he taunted me.

His companion, a guy named Marcel, had the grace to look uncomfortable with what Michael had said. Yes this was the same Michael that Marc had his falling out with; the same one that stole Marc's music and then drove our car off the road that night in the Laurentian Mountains. Marcel was in the band that Michael formed after he and Marc fell out. "Come on Michael let's go. She doesn't want to talk to us" he said to Michael in is thick French-Canadian accent while looking up at James, who was glaring at them both. I didn't have a problem with Marcel. He was actually a nice guy, but I wanted him to leave and take Michael with him.

James' eyes widened when Marcel said Michael's name and then they narrowed as he looked at him with pure hate in his eyes. "I think you need to leave" James growled at them low. Marcel looked at James nervously before looking back at Michael. Michael smirked at him and stepped up so they were nose to nose. Michael was slightly taller than James. He had cut off all his hair since the last time I saw him. His black hair was cut into a short and stylish cut. His brown eyes were glowing as he glared back at James in challenge. Michael was actually quite handsome, but his personality ruined his physical attractiveness and he was never able to keep a girlfriend for long.

"Or you'll do what? Tough guy like you shouldn't be taking orders from this slut. Her boyfriends always wind up dead, or didn't she tell you?" he asked James still smirking.

I knew what Michael was doing. I'd seen him do it countless times. He was going to try and provoke James and get him into a fight. But with two of them against James it wouldn’t be a fair fight. Not to mention that I didn't want James fighting for me. Before he could answer I grabbed his arm and pulled him back from Michael. I stepped in front of James.

"Michael go away. You've already done enough damage. Please just leave me alone" I softly begged him.

"Let's go Mike" Marcel said again, turning to leave as he said it.

Michael stepped closer to me, smiled and then raised his hand to run his fingers down my face. My stomach rolled once more at his touch and I swear I thought I was going to vomit on him. I was able to keep it down, but I was not able to suppress the shudder of disgust that ran through my body when he touched me. I felt James tense behind me against my back. Michael cocked his head to the side. "I missed you" he said so quietly I was sure that there was no way that anyone had heard it but me. But James growled behind me and made to move out from behind me. I put my hand out to stop him. I don't know what came over me in that moment, but all my anger, hurt, sadness and rage rushed to the surface. I wanted to slap him, but doing that in the middle of a grocery store would draw too much attention. So instead, I spit at him; right in his face. I know it was immature, but in that moment I didn't care. It felt so right.

He looked at me shocked and raised his hand to wipe the spit off of his of his face. He looked at his hand and then before I could duck out of the way he punched me right in the mouth. Not slapped, I mean closed fist punched me. I fell back against James who dropped what he was holding to catch me.

"Fuck you, slut" Michael spat at me. He turned to stalk out of the store, all of the other patrons watching us now. James gently laid me down. My head was spinning, I was seeing stars and I could taste blood in my mouth. I had this strange thought that I hoped he hadn't knocked my teeth out because I really liked my teeth. As I lay on the floor of the grocery store I could hear a large commotion as people started shouting. A display of Gatorade was knocked over and crashed to the floor, the liquid sports drinking spraying everywhere. I tried to sit up to see what was going on, but I got another head rush and I turned to the side to vomit instead. Bile and blood sprayed onto the floor beside me. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head, but even with closed eyes I still felt like I was spinning and the stars became clearer.

The shouting got louder and more violent and then I realized that it was the noise of a fight. I forced myself to open my eyes and sit up to look. James and Michael were locked in a fist fight. James' nose was bleeding, but he had Michael on the ground and was straddling him, punching him repeatedly in the face, over and over. Marcel was standing beside them, hands on his head, clearly not knowing what to do. When it became clear that James had no intention of stopping, he finally grabbed him from behind and pulled him off of Michael. James punched him one last time, right in the mouth, and his head fell back and hit the floor of the store with a sickening crack.

"Think about that the next time you hit a woman you sick fuck!" James shouted at him in fury. He aimed one last kick at Michael’s ribcage before shaking Marcel off of him and coming back to me. He knelt down beside me helped me get up. I saw Marcel picking Michael up off the floor and helping him to the door of the store.

"Are you okay?" he asked me. I tried to shake my head no, but I was afraid I would vomit again. "Here, let me carry you" he offered.

"Wait. My mom's list" I lamented. For some reason it was very important that we come home with the groceries on her list.

"Fuck the list" James snarled. "We need to get you home".

"No, James, please" I cried. The tears rolled down my face.

He sighed and wiped the tears off of my face. There was blood on his hands and I was sure he had only succeeded in smearing it all over my face instead of wiping away my tears. "Okay, wait here". He rushed off and left me standing in the middle of the disaster. As he walked by the patrons that had crowded around, they all stepped back; afraid he might hit them as he went by. Employees quickly appeared and started to clean up the knocked over display, blood and vomit.

"I'm sorry" I said to them meekly.

One of the patrons, an elderly lady, came over to me. She patted me on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it sweetie. I saw the whole thing. I was in the line next to you. That young man deserved what he got. I recognize him from the paper. Last year, he was charged with vehicular manslaughter but not convicted, though the evidence clearly showed he did it. Something about the crown not being able to prove it beyond a reasonable doubt. But that, what just happened; now that is justice for you. That boy got what was coming to him". She patted me once more on the shoulder as I listened in silence before she walked away.

James returned in less than two minutes and put the groceries on the counter. The clerk ran them through quickly, looking at him in fear. He all but through the money at her and then handed me the bag. He wordlessly picked me up and carried me out of the store. When we got to the car, he put me down by the passenger side door in order to unlock it. He pushed the seat all the way back so I could climb in easily. My head was still spinning and I was thankful for all his help. I wanted to tell him that, but the words just wouldn't come out.

James closed my door and walked around to the driver's side. He climbed in, turned the car on and then all but raced out of the parking lot. I hoped he remembered the way home, because I closed my eyes the entire ride home. I was still in shock over what had happened. I never thought Michael would be the type to punch a woman. But then again, I never thought Michael was the type to kill someone either. I felt the car turn into a driveway and then I heard the engine shut off.

I heard James sigh loudly. I opened my eyes to look at him. He had his hands on top of the steering wheel and was leaning into them, hiding his face from view. I could see that his hands were shaking though.

"James. Are you okay?" I asked him in concern. Maybe had hurt him and I hadn't noticed.

He sat up and looked at me, the anger from before still present in his eyes. His blues looked more like a dark grey, like a churning ocean during a storm. I looked back at him intently. He shook his head and then reached out to stroke my face.

"Let's get you cleaned up" he said to me. I nodded and James got out of the car to help me inside. When we walked into the kitchen my mother was cooking and she had Jason helping, cutting up vegetables. He looked up when he walked in, looked back down at the cutting board to continue cutting and then did a double take and looked back up again.

"Jesus, what the fuck!?" he cried in surprised. He dropped his knife and came around the counter to James and me. My mother turned around and screamed in horror as she took in the bloody faces of James and I. "What the fuck!?" Jason repeated. He looked at James' hands, noticed his bloody knuckles and my bloody mouth and made the wrong connection. "Did you fucking punch her!? You fucking punched her?" shouted at James in anger. He moved past me to shove James against the wall. James put his hands up to defend himself and I was sure he was going to take a swing at Jason too because I could still see the anger in his eyes.

I started to sob and I latched onto Jason's arm. "He didn't punch me" I sobbed to him.

Jason turned to look back at me. "Then what the hell happened?"

I looked at my mother. "Michael was there" I said to her.

She looked back at me, tears wetting her eyes. "I'm so sorry Kat. I can't believe he was there. He doesn't live on this side of town”. She sat down and shook her head in disbelief.

I sat down next to her because I was still feeling dizzy. "Marcel does. He was with him". My mother knew just about everyone in the metal scene here because at some point they had all been over to our old house. My place had always kind of been the place where we would all hang out because my parents really didn't care what we did, just so long as we stayed safe.

She shook her head again. "He said something to you?" she asked me.

I looked up at James who returned my look with grim silence. "Yeah. It doesn't matter what he said. But I spit in his face and he punched me in the mouth. And then..." I trailed off and signalled at James with my hands. "Yeah and then that. It doesn't matter though. Let's just forget about it. There's nothing that can be done anyway. I just want him out of my life for good".

I didn't want to talk about it anymore so I stood up. "I'm going to take a bath" I said. My mother nodded, wiped her tears away and went back to preparing the food. I could tell she wanted to hug me and comfort me, but she also knew I wasn't the type to let her. I didn't let her comfort me at Marc's funeral and I wouldn't let her now.

"Do you need help?" Jason asked me, his voice full of concern. He put his hands on my waist when I stood.

I shook my head, "No, I'm fine. I just want to be alone. Thanks though". I walked past both James and Jason and went up the stairs to the bathroom. I plugged the drain and turn the water on hot. I let the bath fill up with water while I walked back to my room. I found some fresh clothes to put on after my bath. I walked back to the bathroom, closed the door behind me and locked it. It was when I turned back around to take my clothes off that I noticed James sitting in the floor next to the bath tub. I sighed. I really just wanted some alone time so I could process everything that had happened today and yesterday.

"James what are you doing here?" I asked him slightly annoyed. It was when he raised his face to me that I saw the streak of tears running down his face, making trails through the blood that covered him. I softened when I saw his tears. James didn't strike me as the type of person that cried often. "What's wrong?" I asked him more gently.

"I can't believe he did that to. I mean I know you told me about what kind of guy he was, but to do that, especially after what he did before. It makes me sick".

I sat down across from him and watched as the bath tub filled up with steaming, hot water. I didn't know what to say to him so I told him as much, "James, I don't know what to say, other than the fact I'm glad you were with me today. I don't know what would have had happened if you weren't. Thanks for being there for me".

He nodded his head, but his eyes were still staring at nothing on the floor. I wasn't really sure what was going through his head right now, but he looked to be deep in thought.

"James, I'm going to take my bath" I said to him. He didn't say anything or acknowledge that he heard me. "James?" I said to him again. I put my hand on his arm and he raised his hand to pull it off. He looked down at my hand and clasped it tightly in his.

"Yeah, go ahead" he replied and then he let go of my hand.

I waited for him to get up and leave. He didn't, he remained seated.

"James..." I trailed off, waiting for him to understand.

"Oh, I’m not leaving" he said back to me. He looked up at me, as I stood. His eyes glazed over with that same anger again. "I want to make sure you’re okay".

"James, I'm in my own home! I'll be fine!" I said to him exasperated.

"Katerina, just humour me please" he answered back. Not mad, not begging not sad. But there was something else in his voice. I just couldn't place it.

I sighed. "Fine, but no peeking". He nodded and turned his head away while I started to undress. I took everything off quickly, watching him closely to make sure he didn't try and sneak peek. I wasn't so sure why I was insistent upon that. He had already seen me in barely anything and he had already touched most of me. But for some reason it was important to me that he not look.

I climbed into the steaming hot water and pulled the shower curtain closed after me. I also added a few drops of bath oil so I would smell nice when I got out of the water. The oil was just a simple vanilla scent. As I sat down in the water, all the tension in my body seemed to release itself all at once. My muscles started to relax and my body turned to liquid. I ended up collapsing rather than just laying back into the water.

"Are you okay?" James asked me in alarm.

"I'm fine" I answered him. "By the way" I paused somewhat unsure of how to go about saying what I wanted to say. It seemed trivial and stupid, but I wanted to say it anyway. "Do you remember when we first met and you called me Kat for short and I told you that only my friends call me Kat?" I waited for him to answer, but he didn't. I went on anyway, "Well. It's just that, I think you can stop calling me Katerina, James. I think it's safe to say we're friends, you know after everything" I said to him, and indeed I was referring to everything. Not just today.

"I don't want to be your friend Kat" he replied to me. At first I smiled at his shortened use of my name but then I realized what he said.

I pulled back the shower curtain just enough to be able to see James. He was sitting in the same spot, against the wall, beside the bathtub. We were sitting on opposite walls so we were facing each other. He still had blood all over his shirt, hands and face. The blood had stopped flowing freely from his nose, but his face was covered in it. So was his beautiful, blonde hair. His knuckles though, were still bleeding because he had split them open while throwing those punches. It made my heart ache to see him like that.

"You don't want to be friends?" I asked him surprised by what he had said. And to be honest, a little bit hurt too. It must have shown on my face because next thing I knew James was stumbling over his words.

"Wait. Okay wait. I didn't mean it like that." He responded quickly. He ran his fingers through his hair in what I assumed to be a nervous gesture. So much like Jason I thought, before I mentally kicked myself for comparing them. He sighed and licked his lips, which made him spit, because he forgot about the blood on his face.

"James why don't you wash the blood off of you in the sink" I suggested to him.

"No, Kat, I want to say this to you. I don't know if I'll ever feel brave enough to do it again" James to me and then scooted over closer to me. There was a wash cloth folded over the edge of the bath. He grabbed it, wet it in the bath and then raised it to my face. He gently started to wipe the blood and sweat from me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Soon the washcloth was replaced by James' hand. I felt him tenderly cup my cheek.

"Kat, I really like you. I mean, I've been attracted to you the moment I saw you. You know, when Jason walked in with you on his arm, I couldn't believe that he had such a hot chick. It's why I was so fucking rude. I so was pissed that the newkid had a hotter chick than any girl I'd ever been with. But then, when I found out that you weren't his" James stopped and I raised my eyes to him. He was smiling at me like a fool. "It made me so happy. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you, Kat". He ran his thumb over my lips and then leaned forward to plant the barest of kisses on them. I was touched by how tender and careful he was being. My mouth hurt from being punched, but I still wanted to kiss him; until I remembered Jason. Then I felt the guilt well up again and crash over my like a wave. I pulled back and James seemed to sense that something was wrong. He looked at me questioningly.

"My mouth hurts" I partially lied.

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry" he grinned happily at me.

"When I say I don't want to be your friend it's because I want more. When that fucking asshole punched you today, I got so angry. I felt like he was punching my girl". I raised my eyebrows in shock at his comment and he started to stutter and take back what he said. "Okay wait. I didn't mean that. I mean. Wait. I did. But, what I really meant to say is...ah shit" he blushed and looked down at the bathroom tiles, a little flustered. I grinned. I couldn't help it. But he was just being so damn cute. "I just really like you Kat. You're like no girl I've ever met. You're smart, beautiful and independent. You don't really need a man to take care of you, and to me, that's pretty hot".

I laughed when he said that. Again, I couldn't help myself. The mighty James Hetfield was being reduced to a pile of mushy gloop.

"Why are you laughing?" he narrowed his eyes at me.

"I'm not laughing at you. I swear". James took a deep breath and looked at me like he didn't quite believe me. But he eventually smiled.

"You should get washed up. I want my turn next. This blood is starting to stick to my skin".

I don’t know why I said what I said next. I said it without thinking. I said it, completely forgetting that I had just slept with Jason and that we had yet to address the fact that I knew he was lying to me about his feelings. I said it because James had defended me back in the grocery store. He had come to my rescue. He was showing me a side that I didn't know existed. It was time to admit to myself that I didn't just like James; I was falling hard for him. But I said it and once I said it I couldn't take it back. I didn't want to take it back.

"You could always join me" I said it shyly, almost expecting him to say no.

James' mouth dropped open, from shock. But he quickly recovered and that predatory smile returned. "Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked me teasingly.

"Just keep your hands to yourself" I warned him, not yet ready to take it to that level. Even if I was ready, my body was still aching from last night. I leaned forward, not giving him a chance to come up with a snappy comeback and disappeared behind the shower curtain. I pulled the plug so the water in the tub drained. Then I slowly stood up and turned the hot water on for the shower. I stepped under the spray and once again enjoyed the sensation of the hot water on my skin. I felt like I was washing away my problems; all the dirt, blood, guilt and shame. All of it was being washed down the drain. I just wanted to enjoy this moment and deal with everything later, when I was more coherent.

I heard James pull the shower curtain back as he stepped into the tub behind me. I felt a little shy about him seeing me naked. I was self-conscious about it and hoped he liked what he saw. I closed my eyes and let the water run down my face. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, while at the same time leaning down to place soft kisses on my neck. His long blonde hair tickled my neck and shoulders and I wiggled against him, trying to get away from his hair. I turned to face him, but before I had a chance to say anything he captured my mouth with his, planting soft kisses on my lips. He seemed to remember that it was painful for me to kiss because he was gentle and didn't try to probe too deep.

I pulled back and stepped around him, so that he was directly under the spray of water. "What happened to keeping your hands to yourself?" I asked him pretending to be mad.

James looked panicked for a moment. "I'll be good, I swear!" he protested but then he held up his crossed fingers and grinned at me. I was once against struck by how adorable this man was. I giggled and when he saw I was only teasing him, he smiled back at me. "Tease" he murmured to me as he picked up the washcloth and slowly began to wash his body.

The blood was already flowing off of him in steady streams. I watched him rub the washcloth over his body and he watched me watch him. He seemed to enjoy putting on a show for me. He shook his hair back so it was behind him and let the water wet it down. Standing there, hair wet with water streaming down over his tanned skin, he looked like a Greek god. He looked more attractive than I had ever seen him. He washed his golden, toned arms, across his muscled chest and then down, down, down to his semi-erect cock. I watched him tug it a little, making himself even harder. I looked up at his face and he looked pleased to see me looking at him.

He stepped closer to me and it folded up between us against his belly. "Enjoying the show?" he asked me.

Once again with James, I had no words. My mouth was dry and I was turned on just from staring at his body. All I managed to get out was a feeble, “yes”.
“Good” he replied before he lowered his face to mine, only bypass my mouth and go straight for my breasts. I breathed out in frustration, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as James kissed each of my breasts and then licked and sucked on my nipples. He nibbled gently and squeezed them firmly.

"God, I'm sure you get this all the time, but you're so beautiful Kat. You're so perfect. I love your body. You're everything I imagine you to be" he whispered throatily to me. It made my insides get all mushy to hear him compliment me. Even though there was a part of me that was telling myself that he probably said that to all the girls he slept with, I liked that he said it anyways.

"You've been imaging me?" I asked him mischievously as I pulled him back up to be level with me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed him back further into the spray. His hands travelled from my hips down to cup my ass. He squeezed it and pulled me up a little to rub against his throbbing hardness. It elicited a small grunt of pleasure from him.

"Fuck, Kat. Every night I think about you. You're making me crazy. I want you so bad" he sighed into my hair.

I didn't know what to say back to him. I just let him hold me close to him. But the next thing I knew James was on his knees before me.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, confused.

"Do you trust me?" he asked seriously.

Before today I would have said no. But now...I trusted him. "Yes" I replied to him.

He put one of my hands on his shoulder and then grabbed one of legs pulled it up over his other shoulder as he continued to kneel before me. It was when he started to kiss my legs, and thighs that I knew what his intentions were. Instead of panicking, I decided to enjoy the moment, as I had intended before. He reached my hot centre that was throbbing with need; being around James made me feel like the horniest person on the earth. He licked, kissed and sucked. Gently, and then more aggressively. I softly moaned for him, careful to not be too loud, lest someone hear us. He paid special attention to my clit. He licked it and sucked it and soon I could feel that now familiar tingling sensation that started in my stomach and then slowly started to spread outwards from there. As he brought me to orgasm that tingling exploded, my legs went weak and I nearly collapsed in pleasure, but James’ arms caught me. I leaned against him, not able to speak or move.

"Good?" he asked me.

I nodded against his chest. He smiled and I could tell he was mighty pleased with himself. I reached for him, to return the favour, but he gently took my hand away. "What about you?" I was able to ask him, without slurring or stuttering. I was proud.

"I know what you look like naked now, I'll be fine" he teased me, but flashed me his gorgeous smile at the same time. I wasn't sure he was really joking. I smiled to myself at how unabashed he was about his sexuality. I could learn a few things from him.

The rest of our shower was relatively uneventful. We continued to exchange small kisses as we washed our hair. We stepped out and we each grabbed a towel. I gathered up my clean clothes and then peeked outside to see if the coast was clear. When I was sure no one was about, I made a mad dash to my bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. When I was safely inside, I closed the door and locked it. Now, I was finally alone. Until I heard a voice behind me and nearly jumped out of my skin and dropped my towel from fright.

"He was in there with you, wasn't he?"

I turned to face the sound of the voice and found Jason lying back against my bed, holding a photo album in his hands.



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OOOOOO shitttt .... Kat u got ur self in a bad situation ...... moar soon :biggrin :heart:
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Yeah baby!!!
I love the fight part, I was almost chanting James , James, fight, :lol: fight.
You're such a good writer :biggrin

And as usual MOAR !!! :heart:
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Finally caught up! :drool Jesus! hahaha!! All I had missed... :drool Katerina is soooo lucky! :drool
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I read this and I am following this.

I rootted for Jason, honetly I did...until he told her to pretend nothing happened between them!! HOW COULD HE???? :angry James getting into a fight because of her was just awesome... :lol: and sexy... Now he opened up to her, let's see how this goes, but I smell alot of trouble for Kat and I don't think she's resolved. I believe she has mixed feelings, but that's just me. :wink
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:( :( im really sad ohhhh jason :(
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OMFG DAT WAS AWESOME! :heart:

James' fight, then his sweetness, then the shower :drool ... Then Jason :(


MOAR PLZ! :nanner:
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Hello ladies!

Thanks for the comments. Believe it not, though I always know what direction the story will take, I am influenced by your comments and I tweak things here and there accordingly. So to the ladies who feel sorry for Jason, have no fear! I've been playing with this idea in my mind and was unsure about it. But now... That's all I can say for now... :biggrin

I'm done work now until April, but I'm back to the grind with university classes. I'm sure I will be able to update pretty regularly for now, but soon things will start to get crazy again with school. But, I will do my best to post chapters regularly so as not to keep you hanging :)

Here's the next chapter. Please Enjoy.



Chapter 14

I raised my hand to my chest, trying to calming my racing heart.

"Jason you scared me" I said to him. He didn't apologize. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me critically.

I moved further into the room, clutching my towel about me and holding my clothes close. I wanted to get dressed, I was cold, but I was too shy to do it in front of Jason; even after we had had sex just last night.

"Can you turn around please? I want to get dressed" I asked him as nicely as I could, trying to keep the mood light. But I was starting to get pissed. What was he expecting from me? Why was he waiting for me in my room? To harass me? In fact, I didn't really want to talk to him, especially because of what he said to me this morning. I realized I was still hurt over it.

"Why? Nothing I haven't already seen" he said unkindly and I flinched at his tone. He put the photo album down on my bed and crossed his arms over his chest, watching me carefully. The album was lying open, but I couldn't see which picture Jason had stopped on. I knew which album it was though. It was an album that my mother had made me as a shower gift. It had photos starting from when Marc and I started dating up until we got engaged. "Are you going to answer my question?" he said to me and I could sense a fiery undertone of anger in his voice.

I clutched my towel more firmly around myself as I felt Jason's eyes burning holes into my body. I'd never felt this uncomfortable with him ever. It was a feeling I never wanted to experience again. I felt like he was willing me to drop my towel so he could check my body for signs of being with another man. I felt like he felt like he owned me and I felt humiliated. I decided that I should be honest with Jason. I should lead by example and show him that if I could be honest, so could he.

"Yeah, he was in there with me" I said as carefully as I could.

Jason started shaking his head. He buried his face in his hands and shook his head over and over. "I don't get it Kat. I mean I get it and I don't get it" he said to me with his face still buried in his hands. He lowered his hands from his face, but then proceeded to run them back through his hair. His eyes weren't angry. They were cold and empty. I couldn't see any trace of my Jason in there. He indicated the photo album on the bed. "I get it. They look alike. I know you told me, but I really get it now. They're spitting images. They could be brothers. I get the attraction. But what I don't get..." he paused to look back at me and he started to shake his head again, "is how you can be attracted to who he is. I said it before, I'll say it again. He can be the biggest dick ever! Kat if you only knew, you wouldn't look twice at him".

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I knew I couldn't make Jason understand. I wanted to ask Jason why he cared so much if he didn't love me. But I knew if I said that, we would get into a huge fight and the truth is, I didn't to fight with Jason the day before Christmas. I shifted my weight uncomfortably under Jason’s gaze, still holding towel around myself self-consciously.

"Did you guys fuck?" he asked me bluntly, coldly, expecting me to say yes.

"No" I said to him truthfully. We hadn't. It wasn't a lie. I wasn't going to tell him the complete truth when he was acting like this But he made me angry. I couldn't hold back anymore because I was insulted by his question. "Would you like me to spread my legs so you can check?" I snarled at him and he jumped a little at my question. "Why do you even care? You told me to forget that last night ever happened and that it was a mistake. That's kind of what I'm trying to do Jason" I said to him, trying to keep the hurt I was feeling from creeping into my voice. I tried to be strong and sound like I didn't care what he thought about me.

"You're trying to forget about me by going to him?" he asked me incredulously, completely ignoring my question.

I closed my eyes and sighed. I sat down in the bay window, feeling the chill from outside on my bare shoulder. My wet hair was dripping water droplets down onto my back. I shivered as the cool air wrapped around me. It helped me clear my head and push back the fiery tide that was brewing inside of me. I chose my next words as carefully as I could.

"No, that came out wrong. I'm not trying to forget about you. But if you need reminding, you asked me to forget. You said it should have never had happened. But I love you Jason. I love you as my best friend and I think I feel more for you too. I felt it last night. I was drunk, but I felt something. You said it shouldn't have had happened, but maybe it was suppose to. Maybe it was suppose to be me and you. I don't know. All I know is that I don't regret it. But when you basically said that I was a mistake this morning... that hurt. Yeah I was drunk, but I was aware of what we were doing. I knew it was you I was with" I paused in my explanation to look up at Jason. He had sat down on the bed to listen but his face was giving nothing away. He was still cold and empty.

I licked my lips nervously and looked down at my hands. I picked at my cuticles a little before continuing. My heart was pounding. I was so scared that Jason would walk away from our friendship after this. "You're right. I'm attracted James. I didn't want to admit it at first. But I am. And the more I get to know him, the more I like him. And maybe he is a different person on the road. But the guy he is with me is sweet and funny and sensitive. And I cant only judge him based on what I've seen. We kissed yesterday while skating. We kissed and I liked it and I wanted more. And, I'm not ashamed of that! I like him Jason! So kill me!" I declared to him and part of me immediately felt better for finally having admitted it to Jason. He still didn't say anything. It was almost as if he knew that I still had more to say.

"I feel guilty that I kissed James and then had sex with you. That I feel bad about. But I don't regret either. I feel something for both of you. But you made it perfectly clear to me this morning that you didn't want anything from me. For you, it was just sex; a onetime thing that will never happen again. And that's fine I guess. It obviously didn't mean as much to you as it did to me. I can live with that. So yes James was with me in the bathroom. No, we didn't have sex. But I'm moving on Jason. I don't want this kind of tension and drama with you. So like you said, let's just forget about it okay?".

I finished saying what I had to say and now I wanted him to leave. I got up from the bay window and walked over to my bedroom door. I unlocked it and opened it, indicating that I wanted him to leave. I waited impatiently as Jason seemed to be weighing what I had said to him in his head. He didn't get up. He didn’t even look at me, holding the door open for him. My anger was starting to rise again.

"Are you saying you have feelings for me? Feelings other than friendship?" Jason asked me softly, not mad anymore. He didn't get up from the, the bed, he just quietly regarded me.

I rubbed my temples in frustration. Men can be so thick sometimes. "Yes Jason, that's what I said. Didn't you hear anything I just said! I had these feelings for both of you. I was confused. I didn't know if you felt the same way and I didn't know if James was only after sex. James said you were in love with me and I didn't know what to think. And, I didn't want to make a choice. But you made that choice for me this morning, so lucky me. Problem solved. I don't have to worry about it anymore" I said to him, my anger creeping into my voice the more I spoke. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself before I said something that I would regret. "Look, Jason. I don't want to fight with you. Can we please just talk about this later if we have to?".

Jason got up from the bed and walked over to me and the door. I thought he was going to leave and I breathed a silent sigh of relief. But instead, he merely closed the door firmly. "I want to talk about this now" he answered me quietly, but firmly. I narrowed my eyes in anger at him. I really had nothing else to say and he wasn't talking so I felt like he was just dragging this out pointlessly. He reached for me, but I shook his hand off of me and then stalked past him to get changed. I was freezing and I'd be damned if I was going to stay in a towel just because he was being an ass. Better he get one last look, because he was never going to see this again.

I picked up the pile of clothes I had brought with me from the bathroom to change into and put them on the bed. I looked at Jason, he was leaning against the door, arms cross, studying me carefully. Some of the warmth had returned to his eyes. He didn't look as empty. But I didn't care. I was too pissed at him. I turned my back to him and dropped the towel and then proceeded to put on my clothes. I chose to dress for comfort so sweatpants and t-shirt it was. When I was safely clothed I turned back around to put my towel in the laundry hamper in my closet. I walked past him, ignoring him. Then I went to my dresser and sat down in front of it. It was only when I was in front of my mirror that I noticed the t-shirt was one of Jason's. Shit, I thought to myself hoping he wasn't thinking it was intentional on my part. I combed out my long hair and then wrapped it up into a bun so the ends wouldn't get my t-shirt wet.

I studied myself carefully in the mirror, continuing to ignore Jason who had come up behind me. I examined my mouth and was pleased to see that all my teeth were intact and still straight. My bottom lip was split and slightly swollen, but really not too bad. I had bitten my tongue when Michael had punched me; there was a deep gash in the middle of it. It was sore and I hoped it would heal soon.

Jason placed his hands on my shoulders while I studied myself. "Kat" he said to me. The warmth of his hands on me was comforting but I ignored him and continued to look in the mirror. I had said all I wanted to say. I didn't want to talk to him anymore because I was convinced that he wasn't ready to honest with himself, much less me. "Kat" he said again, this time more loudly. I shrugged his hands off of my shoulder and got up from the chair. I walked over to the bed and heard Jason follow me. I sat down, picked up the photo album and finally saw which picture Jason had stopped at. It was a photo of Marc, myself and the rest of his band after a gig. They were all sweaty, half drunk and happy. They were all dressed in jeans, t-shirts and leather, long hair wet and in their faces. We stood in a row, arms linked over each other’s shoulders, laughing and joking when the photo had been snapped. I smiled and ran my fingers over the photo, remembering the night. Jason brought me back when he said my name again.

"What?" I finally snapped at him. He looked a little taken aback but he sat down on the bed across from me and crossed his legs so we were face to face, but not touching.

"Are you guys together?" he asked seriously.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. "And you care why, exactly?" I closed the photo album and put it on the night stand next to the bed. But I decided to answer him. "No. We're not. I don't know if we ever will be" I said to him truthfully.

Jason nodded and seemed to be thinking carefully about what he was going to say next. He picked some fluff off of my duvet and tossed it onto the floor. He continued to pick at the duvet, only now he was picking at imaginary fluff. At long last he finally spoke. "I'm sorry about what I said this morning. I didn't mean to hurt you Kat. I was just scared that we would change after that. Can you understand that?" I nodded cautiously, I could. "And, I do love you. You know I do" I nodded again, but I wasn't sure how he meant that. I love you like a friend or I love love you. "I just want you to be happy. If he makes you happy, then I'm happy. And, I guess you're right when you said before that it was really none of my business" he swallowed and spread both his hands on the duvet. I only just glimpsed that they were shaking before he laid them on the bed to steady them. He's nervous I thought. "If he ever hurts you, you know I'll kick his ass" he said to lighten the mood. I couldn't help but grant him a small smile. But I was still disappointed that he wasn't being completely honest with me. I guess he wasn't ready.

I nodded in acceptance of his apology. I didn't want to fight with him. No matter what, he was and would always be my best friend. "I'm sorry too" I said. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around him. His arms automatically wrapped around me and pulled me closer. I buried my face into his neck and breathed in his familiar scent. So comforting, so much like home. I felt him moving his hands up and down my back in a comforting rhythm. He kissed the top of my head and I tried to push myself closer to him. In that moment, I realized just how scared I was that Jason might've walked away from me and I realized that no matter what I would never let him go. I would always fight to keep him in my life.

We pulled back from our makeup hug. "I guess you want some sleep now" he offered. I nodded as I started to crawl under the fresh sheets I had put on my bed this morning. Jason pulled the blankets up to my chin, tucking me in. He gave me one final kiss on the forehead before quietly exiting the room and closing the door behind him. I fell asleep almost instantly, mentally and physically exhausted, and it was only mid afternoon.

When I woke, the room was dark and I could hear people whispering around me.

"Just wake her up man" the first voice said.

"No way, she'll kick my ass. Sleeping is her favourite thing in the whole world" answered a second.

"She isn't sleeping because she's tired. She's sleeping because she's hungover and got punched in the face" said a third.

"So? Sleep is sleep is it not?" said the second voice. I was sure I recognized the heavy French accent that I used to spend hours talking to. I sat up abruptly and switched on the lamp beside the bed.

All three men nearly jumped out of their skin. All three, beautifully long-haired heavy metal men.

"Christ! Kat you scared us" said the first voice, that I now saw was Vince. He was standing around the bed with Lucien and Nicholas. They were all smiling down at me. I know I had told my mother that I didn't want to see my old friends, but when I saw these three boys, I felt an overwhelming sense of excitement at seeing them. I smiled broadly and jumped out of bed to pull all three into a huge group hug. They laughed and returned the hug. I pulled back and each one gave me a kiss on the cheek in turn.

"It's so good so see you guys" I beamed at them, genuinely happy.

"It's good to see you too" Lucien said with his heavy accent as he locked his arm around my neck and pulled me in close to hug me again. "We missed you".

As soon as he said it, I realized that I had missed them too and I told them as much. Vince was standing closest to the bed and night stand and he saw the photo album casually laying there. He picked it up and started to flip through it. "Reminiscing?" he asked me sadly. He stopped on the picture that Jason had stopped on and looked at it miserably. He looked down at our smiling faces. All that was missing now was Marc. "I miss Marc" he said softly.

"We all do man" Nicholas said back. I just nodded. Vince closed the album and set it back on the night stand. He gave his head a shake and then his smile returned. It was only a little less bright. Of all Marc's band mates, Vince had taken it the hardest. He and Marc had been childhood friends. The best of friends and losing Marc had been as hard on him as it had been on me. I'd never had the heart to tell any of them what I had done on the mountain. I had only told James. I knew that I would never tell them.

"Your mom told us about what happened today" Vince said to me. His eyes were flickered with anger and I was afraid that he might try something with Michael. He was Italian and part of me always suspected that he was connected to the Montreal mob families in some way.

"Vince, it's been dealt with. Just forget about it okay. Please?" I begged him. The last thing I wanted was for Vince to go out and look for Michael. The guy was crazy and just too dangerous. Plus, I didn't want Vince to get in trouble with the law. I looked at him, pleading with him with my eyes. He looked like he wanted to protest. But he finally sighed and conceded.

"Alright" he answered not too happily.

"Let's go downstairs" Lucien suggested easing the tension that was now in the room. "And you can introduce us properly to the two guys we glimpsed in the living room. Your mother warned us about them before we came" he smiled at me.

"What do you mean warned you?" I asked him curiously as we all started to leave my bedroom and walk towards the stairs.

"I dunno. You tell us" he grinned mischievously at me. I rolled my eyes and we entered the living room. Jason and James were sitting in the floor, beers on the table, playing cards. I was pleased to see that they were getting along. It probably meant that James hadn't said anything to Jason about me and vice versa. They looked up when we came in.

Lucien, Vince and Nicholas all turned to look at me, eyebrows raised when they saw Jason and James. I shrunk a little under their gazes, mentally kicking myself for not preparing them and hoping they wouldn't say anything stupid. But, I was wrong about why they were looking at me surprised.

"So you know the guys from Metallica?" Nicholas asked me first.

Silly me, I thought. I should have known that they would recognize the guys from Metallica. They were metal obsessed. "Uh yeah. James, Jason this is Nicholas, Lucien and Vince." I said indicating each of them in turn. "They're old friends". The all nodded, waved at each other and sat down on the couch. Though, I could see James giving them all a critical once over, wondering what they really meant to me.

"So how do you guys know Katerina?" Vince asked, a little suspiciously. He had always acted as my protector, even though I had had Marc to do that. I took that as my cue to go into the kitchen to get the boys a beer. I took my time, not wanting to come in at the wrong time. I figured Jason would do a fine job telling them how we knew each other. When I came back in the conversation had already moved on to music. James and Jason were asking about any local bands worth checking out. I handed them all a beer, and had water for myself.

I had barely sat down when my mother walked in, took in the scene before her and then scolded me. "Katerina! I know you've had a hard day, but we're having a party here. I need you to change into something a little more appropriate". Then she turned to take everyone else in. They all seemed to pass her inspection until she stopped on James. She frowned. "You too James. I don't think some people will see the humour in your shirt".

I looked at James and smiled to myself. He was wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt that said Fuck You across the front in big white letters. My mother walked out of the living room to go back into the kitchen to finish her preparations.

"Be right back" I said and I got up to go change. James followed me up the stairs. Instead of going into his own room, he followed me into mine and shut the door behind us.

I opened my closet door and starting to search through the hangers for something more appropriate to wear. James came up behind me, put his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder as I searched. I felt relaxed and safe in his arms. I enjoyed his warm body against mine; just being near him made me happy. I smiled as I stopped on a potential outfit; a long-sleeved, red wrap dress. I took it off the hanger, turned around and held it up to James.

"What do you think? It's nice and festive".

"I think I'd rather see you in nothing" James said suggestively, taking the dress from my hands and tossing it over his shoulder. He put his hands on my waist again and backed me up against the wall. My back hit the wall with a small thud and his mouth found mine. He kissed me just as tenderly as before, being careful of my split lip and tongue. But soon I found that I wanted more and I eagerly opened my mouth, asking for more. He complied; ever so gently massaging my tongue with his own. All the while I felt his hands start to travel and explore my body. One hand he kept on my waist, but it found its way underneath my sweater. He was running it up and down my back, using his nails to lightly scratch my skin. It drove me wild and I reached up to run my fingers through his long locks. I had been dying to do that for a long time. I was completely in love with his hair. I never wanted him to cut it. It was too gorgeous. His other hand he hesitantly slipped down the front of my sweatpants to gentle massage me through my panties. He was making me breathless and I had to leave his mouth to catch my breath.

"James" I breathed as I tried to recover. "Probably not the best timing" I said as I removed his hand from my pants.

His saucy smirk only got bigger. "Why not? I can be fast. I proved that in the shower didn't I?" he asked me, as he moved forward, trapping me against the wall again, and attempted to catch my mouth with his.

I gently put my hands on his chest to stop him and scooted under his raised arm.

"Everyone is waiting for us" I explained casually. I picked up the dress and decided it would have to do. I grabbed a pair of black hosiery and slipped out of my t-shirt and sweatpants. I knew James’ gaze was locked firmly on me as I changed. I was feeling a little self-conscious still despite the fact that we had showered naked together only hours earlier. "James" I blushed as I turned away from him. "Don't look" I asked him, embarrassed.

"Why? You're perfect" he whispered from behind me. He was so close his I felt his words whispered against my neck. I jumped in surprise and he laughed. "Sorry". He reached for me again and I stepped away from him again.

"Not now" I reminded him. He sighed, pouting slightly and settled himself onto my bed. He stretched himself and out grabbed my teddy bear that was sitting next to the lamp on the night stand. He sat the bear in his chest and hugged him close.

"You're no fun" he complained to me as he watched me change. I had slipped into the black hose while he had his back turned and I mostly had the dress on when he reverted his attention back to me. I did the wrap up quickly and then settled myself in front of the mirror. I applied a quick swipe of foundation and then decided to do a smoky eye because it was the holidays. I didn't do it too smoky or over the top, just enough to give me an edgy look. Next I applied some blush and then I chose a deep, blood red lipstick to match the dress. I knew it was dramatic, but I felt like it. I put on the necklace Jason had given me and I was already wearing my ring. I dabbed some perfume on my wrists and neck and then took my hair down. It fell down in loose waves. I fluffed it and combed the ends out. I was happy with the result. I turned back to James who had been silently watching me the whole time. His mouth was open slightly in a small O shape. He sat up as I stood and I did a little turn for him.

"Fuck, you look great" he said breathlessly. I noticed the bulge in his jeans and I was pleased that he really did like the way I looked.

"Thanks" I smiled back at him. "Now it's your turn. Let's find you a decent shirt". I opened my bedroom door and he wordlessly followed me out into his own shared room. "I'm thinking plain black t-shirt. You brought one right?" I asked him as I riffled through his bag. I found one and was about to toss it to him but then I remembered that all the boys downstairs were wearing jeans and black t-shirts, including Jason. They would all look ridiculously matched. I hesitated, but then resolved that it was better than his Fuck You shirt he was currently wearing. I tossed it to him and rose from the crouching position I had taken by his bag to leave the room.

"Can I sleep with you in your room tonight?" blurted out as I was leaving the room. It stopped me in tracks and I turned to look at him. He looked surprised that he had even said it but then he smiled his sexy smile. He stripped out of his shirt and then put on the black one I had taken out.

"James, I don't think that’s a good idea" I answered him honestly.

"Why not? Are you worried about Jason?" he asked me back.

"No. I'm not. But I don't think it's a good idea. I don't want my parents getting the wrong idea" I said without thinking.

"Wrong idea about what? About us?" James asked me, slightly indignant and rightly so.

I shook my head and reached out and took his hand. "That's not what I meant. What I meant was I'm single. My parents, despite the fact that I'm a grown woman, would disapprove of me sharing my bed with a guy that I'm not in a relationship with. They're kind of old fashioned in some regards".

"Jason stayed with you last night" he answered back. My heart stopped for a second. I wasn't sure if he knew about last night in its entirety or if he just knew that Jason stayed with me. My brain was spinning. I knew at some point I would have to tell him, especially if we ever slept together. He was under the impression that I was a virgin. He didn't seem angry or accusatory. He just seemed to be stating a simple fact.

"Yeah, he did. I was drunk and I asked him to stay. I'm just so used to sharing a bed with him" I answered truthfully. "He's not saying with me tonight" I continued.

James smiled at me then. "Good". He seemed to accept my answer about Jason and about my parents. Then he turned me around, placed his hands on my shoulders and steered me out of the room and down the stairs.

My mother's guests arrived about forty minutes later. I felt like she had invited everyone she knew. My aunts and uncles were there, cousins, her friends, my father’s friends, a few co-workers, some more of my friends, the neighbours. Everyone was there. I was sure I only knew about half the people. It was a good time. There was plenty of food, music, wine and good company. Lucien even got half the guests to dance with him in the living room, including myself. He wouldn't take no for an answer and before I knew it I spend a good part of the night dancing to Christmas music with Lucien as Jason and James both watched on. I could see them both studying me and I felt self-conscious as they watched. Neither of them betrayed what they were thinking on their faces, but whenever we locked eyes they always smiled at me. Everyone left around 2 a.m. and we all agree to go to bed and clean up in the morning. The other two guest rooms were made up for Lucien, Vince and Nicholas. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow and it was the best sleep I had had in a while.

The rest of the holidays just about flew by. Christmas was great. It was just me, my parents, Jason and James. They loved their gifts and that made me happy. My mother hosted Christmas dinner just for the family, but that was still a lot of people. Both my parents had a number of siblings who all had children who all lived in the city. Jason and I went back to our usual friendship and it seemed that all he wanted was to forget about what happened. If that was what he wanted then I was willing to do that. James and I continued to sneak a few kisses now and then, but that was as far as it went. He asked for more on a few occasions but I always turned him down, telling him I wasn't ready to get that serious yet. Soon December 27th came and it was time to fly home.

My dad drove us to the airport. He gave both Jason and James hugs goodbye. When it was my turn he held me close and whispered in my ear.

"I don't know what happened between you and your two friends here over the holidays, but I saw your neck and I could feel the tension at times. I don't care who it was that you were with, Katerina. But you should know that I can see that both of these young men care about you deeply. Don't play with them. Choose one, or don't choose either. Just don't play with them". I nodded against him chest as he hugged me tight. I knew he was right. But Jason had made my choice for me. And that was that.

"Don't be a stranger Kat" he continued. "I love you". I pulled back from the hug.

"I love you too dad". I kissed him on the cheek, turned and walked away with Jason and James. I turned back once more to wave at him and then I went into the terminal.
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Ok I like where this is goin I hate to say this but I think Jason has a higher percentage of loyalty and feelings for kat.... James is a little loweringi

I kinda hope she ends up wit Jason ... But Jaymz .... I realy don't know .... MOAR!!!!!!!! :D
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Caught up!

Well, this juggling act of Katerina's cannot last for much longer... It's interesting how easily she shifted the burden on Jason by saying "he made the choice for me", when she's actually the most indecisive of the three.

I like this story and your style. I like the love triangle, although I know that Jason will eventually lose. But you're not making his character lame or submissive, which I appreciate. I hate when people paint him as some whiner, because he certainly is not one.

So... waiting for an update to see if James remains the only one with a clear picture of what he wants :)
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