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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| Lenne13 | September 7, 2010, 10:02 pm Post #391 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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That was... HOT!! ![]() I loved the way how James managed to convince her! I loved it! Thanks for update Olya!!
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| elena | September 8, 2010, 5:30 am Post #392 |
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Outlaw Torn
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James is so HOT!How can you say no to this man?????
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| the_mighty_het | September 8, 2010, 11:17 am Post #393 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I know!!!! Next update please!!!!!!!
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| Olyamet | September 20, 2010, 4:51 pm Post #394 |
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Jäger.....
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Sorry for a long barren period. Thanks for waiting! (Meg's POV) I was sitting on the kitchen counter by the stove, dangling my feet in the air and watching Kirk cook. How did I get the gorgeous guy, who, to all his talents, can cook? He smiled at me, picked up the fry pan, and sent a pancake flying and turning in the air before catching it again. “That's so cool!” I gasped. “I hope you like it, there isn't much else I can cook.” He smiled at me and moved closer, nestling between my legs. “I'm just afraid that if you keep me on a diet of shakes and pancakes I'll get all fat.” I giggled and crossed my legs behind his back. His lips glided on my neck and I bent my head back, melting under his touch. “Well, I'll just have to make sure... you also have plenty... of exercise... working hard... burning enough energy...” He whispered between the feather-like kisses he was laying on my face and neck. “Mmmnnnn.... burning...” I murmured with a smile. “Yeah... burning the calories....” His lips moved to my shoulder and slid the top strap down. “Kirk, I mean the food is burning.” I giggled. “Dammit!” He let go of me and brought his attention back to the stove, quickly pulling the fry pan off the burner. He turned to me with a smile. “I can't concentrate with you tempting me...” “And so hungry....” I murmured, pulling him back to me and closing my lips over his. “Maybe we should go back upstairs...” He sighed and encircled me in his arms. “After we cook and eat, we may do that... unless our friends come down...” I whispered, pushing against him. “I doubt that... I know James...” His hands got hold of my hips and he pulled me closer. (Alex's POV) After we finally managed to finish the shower, I quietly unlocked and opened the door. Wonder if Meg and Kirk are already up... The first thing I saw was the neatly folded clothes that we left in Old Betsy last night. A small note lay on top of it. 'Just saving you the trip to the garage, you must be tired... hehehe. Hope to see you at breakfast, but if you don't make it, we'll totally understand it. ' At the bottom of the note there was a little smiley face with a tail and small horns. “Oh Meg...” I smiled. “See, they will understand.” James looked at the note and cackled, pulling me back into the room. “I thought you said you're hungry.” I turned in his arms, laughing. “I am.” He smiled against my neck. “Very hungry.” “You're not satisfied yet?” I giggled. “I don't think I'll ever be... good thing you're coming with me on the tour.” He traced bites on my neck, moving to my shoulder. “James.. can we talk about that? That was so unfair, you knew I couldn't think clearly when I said yes.” I pulled away and looked into his eyes. That was the torture... so hot... so... “Too late. You agreed and you can't take it back.” He smirked. “James...” “You said you were mine and you will do whatever I want.” He wiggled his eyebrows with a grin on his face. “James...” “I want you to be with me. I want to take care of you.” He turned serious, brushing strands of hair away from my face and gliding his thumb on my lips. I felt shivers and sighed. “James...” “I don't want to talk about it. It's done.” His lips grasped mine and I gave in to his will. Whatever you say... My Lord... I have to... we need to... oh James... I pulled my mind together. “Fine, but you owe me two 'yeses' and I'll take them as promises.” “Anything.” He gazed into my eyes, holding my face in his hands and gliding his thumbs over my cheeks. “Oh really? Okay... let me see...” I bit my lip, holding a wicked smile back. Two promises... what should I ask for? “Just don't ask me to quit my band, that's off limits.” He whispered. “I wasn't going to, don't want to be known as the Yoko Ono of Metallica.” “Good. So what do I have to promise so we make it even?” He pressed his lips to my face and laid a few kisses. Okay... here it goes. “When I find a job, and for the record, you didn't ask me not to look for one, you'll be okay with that.” “Oh, that is so evil!” He pulled back with a stunned expression. “Uh-uh, wrong answer.” I smiled. “Fine, as long as it's not interfering with my request, you with me on the tour. I promise.” “Fine. Aaand... now this is the big one and very important to me, I hope you know that.” I slid my hands over his neck and breathed out. “You'll promise to never lie to me.” “Promise.” He whispered, gazing into my eyes. |
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| the_mighty_het | September 20, 2010, 6:33 pm Post #395 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I'm glad about the new update Olya!!!! Doesn't matter that it took you a long time to post! James is so gkutxrzxyxmcity Lucky Alex!! ![]() More please!!!
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| Lenne13 | September 20, 2010, 9:59 pm Post #396 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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Thaks Olya!!! I was missing the updates! But I know that you 'rebusy and every update is a gift for who loves what you write!!
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| elena | September 21, 2010, 4:44 am Post #397 |
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Outlaw Torn
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This story is too great
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| MetalSanta | October 2, 2010, 5:29 pm Post #398 |
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Imitations are pale...
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I DON'T WANT AN END TO THAT STORY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry, reading 3 updates in a row got me crazy... Awesome updates, I'm now really curious of what's gonna happen, everyone looks pretty "satisfied" (in both senses), so what's NEXT ???
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| Lady Phantom | October 2, 2010, 6:56 pm Post #399 |
Frantic
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Keep it up!!! i wanna read more!!! |
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| Olyamet | October 15, 2010, 10:19 pm Post #400 |
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Jäger.....
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Sorry for a long wait!!! Thank you girls! Love the comments! It's great to see new readers! I"M NOT ENDING IT ANYTIME SOON...um..just fyi... More. (Kirk's POV) When the food was all done and ready, me and Meg settled at the table. The door to the kitchen opened and our friends walked in, both with big smiles on their faces. Yeah... I know the feeling. Happiness. “Do I smell pancakes? Oh.... that is so great! Kirk, did Meg made you cook?” James smirked at me. “Nope, I volunteered... kind of...” I laughed. “I was wondering, the note said breakfast and I know Meg's highest kitchen achievement is a glass of orange juice.” Alex giggled, opening the refrigerator door. “I did my part! I helped... a little.” Meg cackled, pointing at the plate with a few burned pancakes. Alex placed strawberry syrup and whip cream on the table and was about to sit down when James took the phone into his hand. “Ah-ah! Don't you have a call to make?” “Can I eat first? I said I would... can't it wait?” Alex pleaded. “Nope, make the call first.” James handed her the phone. “Who does she have to call?” Meg asked, shaking the can of whip cream in her hand. I smiled at her and opened my mouth. She laughed and filled me up with a hefty dose of foamy sweetness. Mnnnn... we need to take to that to the bedroom... later. Meg's face lit up with a secret wicked smile as if she had read my thoughts. “Call to quit my job...” Alex took the phone from James' hands. “Good! I'm happy you came to your senses, and don't worry about the money, it'll be fine. We'll have some fun till the end of the summer, then, when our tour starts, you can look for a job.” Meg generously sprayed her pancakes with whip cream and syrup and I replaced her plate with mine with a grin. She narrowed her eyes at me and just opened her mouth to protest, when we heard James' words. “Alex is coming with us on the tour.” Meg dropped her fork and I almost choked on the whip cream. “What? Alex, is that true?” This is so cool! Go James! “It is...” Alex sighed, looking down. “James, who is this girl, and what did you do with the stubborn Alexia I know?” Meg turned to James with a stunned look. “I know, right, it's so not me, seriously... I can't believe I said yes.” Alex sighed again and started dialing the number. “All my life I wasn't be able to make her change her mind about anything! I tried everything! How on Earth did you do it?” Meg's question made me smile, I turned to James, briefly meeting his eyes, and a catty expression lit his face. “I just... um... talked her into it.” James cackled with a wide grin and I noticed Alex's cheeks flush before she turned away with a shy smile. Talked her into it my ass... more like... fucked her into it... hehehe. (Alex's POV) I knew that just a phone call wouldn't be the end of it. I still had to go there and get my dictionaries and a few personal things... oh... Gods... I really don't want to see Stiller today, not on the day I'm so happy. Maybe he won't answer the phone. Please be busy or away from your desk.... The phone rang a few more times and I was ready to hang up when an angry voice growled into my ear. “What? Didn't I tell you not to call me until you figure out a way to make it work?” Oh, great... he's in one of his 'boss from hell' moods. Okay, here goes nothing... “Mister Stiller, it's Alexia Troy.” “Alex! You left for your vacation so fast, I hope everything is okay. When you come back, I have a little surprise for you. How would you like to become my personal assistant?” His voice sounded lower at the end of the phrase and I couldn't help but picture that lustful grin on his face that he'd had when his hands landed on my ass as he pinned me to a wall. I should've screamed at him, hit him, told him off at that moment, but I said nothing. I was so shocked, so disgusted... all I did is pushed him away, run out of his office, and cry in the restroom. I'd just never been treated that way before, I panicked... I should've wiped that grin off his face with my fist! “I'm not coming back. I'm quitting.” I held my breath, waiting for my boss to blow up with anger. “Quitting? I'm offering you better pay, a better position, with the possibility of putting your name in the magazine industry! All I ask in return is a few favors now and then, is that so much?” You pig! You're talking about it like it's a normal thing! My face flushed with anger and James moved closer to me, I quickly turned away. I was afraid he would pull the phone away from me before I finished. “I'm not that kind of girl, and you.. you're just a... you're a pig!” “Why? Because I'm open about what I want. I want you and in return, I'm giving you the chance to become something. You think you'll make it on your own? Don't be silly, who would ever take you seriously with your looks? Trust me, no one cares if you're smart if you're a hot piece of ass. And as far as I know, you weren't so proud to fool around with Tim to get this job. What, am I not good enough, or did you already find a better looking sugar daddy?” His spat his words out with anger. “What? I would never... Tim is like a father to me... you... you...” I almost choked on my words. “I'm quitting. I'll come by to get my things...” “Don't bother. I'll send the carrier with your crap. And you can forget about the recommendation letter.” I heard him slamming the phone on the hook. I couldn't help but feel like crying. That's what everybody thought of me at work? That I slept with uncle Tim? I felt nausea turning my stomach. “Alex, are you okay... what did he said?” Meg came to my side. “He thought that... that me and your father.... he offered me a promotion... for favors... I feel so disgusted...” “Fucker! You want me to make a fucking pinata out of him?” James pulled me to him in a protective hug. “No... it's done. I never have to see him again.” I looked into James' eyes and couldn't help but remember the painful words of my boss. I needed to find a job, I can't be a dead weight, I can't. This is against everything I ever believed in. My boss is right... a better looking sugar daddy. Does it make a difference that I love him? No... the fact is the same... I'm letting someone take care of me. I can't do that. Not if I want him to respect me, not if I want to respect myself... we have to be equal. |
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| Lenne13 | October 15, 2010, 11:09 pm Post #401 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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When I start to read your fanfic, I'm completely stuck in the story ... I wish it wouldn't end.... Thanks Olya! I'll be waiting anxiously for the next update! |
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| Lady Phantom | October 16, 2010, 8:12 am Post #402 |
Frantic
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she's been strong to quit her job, i hope she'll find a new one soon. Maybe one where she could stay near James
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| elena | October 16, 2010, 9:30 am Post #403 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I'm glad that she quick. But I think James has o understand that she wants a job.Great chapter!
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| MetalSanta | October 16, 2010, 10:00 pm Post #404 |
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Imitations are pale...
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DAMN YOU FUCKING STILLER ! Alex shouldn't worry for too long, she's smart and she has good friends, she'll go through it eventually Thanks Olya, keep the cool updates coming !
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| Olyamet | October 26, 2010, 2:21 pm Post #405 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls! I really appreciate you taking you time to read and comment! More. XXXII (Alex's POV) In the last four weeks, Kirk and James had practicably moved into our house, leaving only for their jamming sessions. I called Tom the very next day after quitting my job and agreed to work on a few short stories. I'd never translated anything like that, and before we made my job official, I needed a try. Tom's new boyfriend was a writer and Tom's father owned one of LA's biggest publishing companies, a match made in heaven. The problem was, Sergei was of Russian origin and all his works were in in his native language. He knew English, but not enough to write in a foreign tongue. They asked me to translate his works, for some reason Tom had faith in my ability. I, on the other hand, wasn't so sure I could do it. I didn't tell my friends anything, deciding to keep it a secret until I got approved. Then, I could tell James that I have a job. The prospective was to get more foreign authors to agree to be translated by me... but that is only if I could rightly and fully deliver their thoughts into a different language and a different culture. A week ago I sent two stories back to Tom and now I was waiting for the verdict. I insisted that not only him and Sergei, but also Tom's father read my translations, and only with their approval I'd sign the contract. To tell the truth, I kind of enjoyed doing it and was hopping I did well enough. It would be perfect! I could do it anywhere, even on tour. All I needed was the original work and a typewriter. All this time, me and James were continuing to work on Old Betsy and now she was almost ready. Last week we brought her back from the paint shop. The color we chose was a custom made Kandy Black, with a white outline on the sides. She looked absolutely amazing! Before the paint job, we sent all the chrome parts to a commercial plating shop. It was taking forever and then this noon the boxes were delivered, right after Meg and the boys left, and I was walking around them with itching hands. I couldn't wait to see how they'd turned out. I tried my best to distract myself with house work; I cooked enough food to last a few days, I cleaned the house, but the boxes were calling for me. I looked at the clock, painfully realizing that James would not be back anytime soon. I couldn't wait any longer! It was torture! I opened and carefully unwrapped the packaged parts, and placed them all on a blanket on top of the working bench. I was telling myself I was just going to prepare everything, just get it ready. I wanted to wait for James, to finish the work together, but the time was almost standing still, moving painfully slow, and I finally gave up. I'll just try to put the grill on and see how it's looks, that is all. Just one part, nothing else... (James's POV) Meg came over to the studio after a successful hunt for some camera she wanted to find so badly, and everyone decided to go celebrate at the bar, except for me. I made an excuse that we had plans to work on the car and everyone easily believed me. Yeah... the car, right, I couldn't wait to get back to Alex. In the last month that we spent together, I often caught myself thinking that I couldn't imagine how I ever lived without her. Of course, I never said anything to Lars or Jason, all they knew was that she was my girlfriend, and she'd come with us on tour. I never said anything about love, Kirk was the only one who knew the truth and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn't need any smirks and jokes about 'love stricken puppy James' or anything like that. I'd never even brought myself to tell the truth about my feeling to Alex... it would be a complete surrender... I wasn't ready to do that. Was I? I'm sure she knows how I feel, I'm still with her, everyday, every minute.. that had to be obvious. But deep inside I knew I had to tell her. Tell her that I love her, that I think she is the one, the perfect one... more like a soul mate... Oh God, this is so gay... I'll just tell her I love her. Today. Maybe tomorrow... some time soon. Oh, come on James! Today... maybe... Why is it so difficult for me? What the fuck? Because I'm afraid to open up like that in front of anyone... afraid of the feeling... afraid to admit that I'm capable of love. It's so much easier to play this 'fuck it all, I'm a lone wolf' role. Hard ass, bad ass, rough rocker... that is in fucking love... and would jump off the roof if one certain girl asked him to... so fucking... mushy... one word... gay. I was still deep in my thoughts when I pulled into the driveway. The garage door was half open and I bent down to make my way in. My mind immediately cleared when I saw Alex. She was wearing short shorts and a tank top and one thought took over my mind, pushing all the blood to my groin. Alex murmured some song, then bent down in front of the car and pulled a screw from her lips, placing it in the socket of the grill and turned the power screwdriver on. Fucking... sexy... as hell... She let go of the trigger button, stopping the noise, then stepped back to look at her work and pulled another screw from her mouth, reaching to the grill. A long time favorite sex fantasy popped up in my head... “Mmmnn... looks nice!” I growled, walking to her and stopping right behind her, with my eyes glued to her ass. Very nice... good thing Meg and Kirk are not here... very good... She turned, straightening up, and smiled. “I'm sorry... I just couldn't wait... she looks beautiful, doesn't she?” “Yep, she looks good, too... wasn't talking about the car though...” I moved my hands to her hips and pressed my pelvis to her, feeling my manhood jerking in contact. Garage... car... tools... hot girl... hell yes! I worked my hands to her shorts' closure and quickly popped the button open, sliding the zipper down. “James! Kirk and Meg will come back... come on, James, what are you doing?” She giggled. “They're at the bar...” I slowly pulled her shorts down, noticing that she had no panties on. Mnn... waiting for me? “James...” She breathed out when I turned her back to me, pushing her on the hood of the car. “Don't you have one last screw to put in?” I playfully pushed her with my growing hardness. A light moan escaping her lips as she pressed back. I hurried to undo my pants and just let them down enough to free my shaft, unable to wait to enter her. I thrust in, burying my cock all the way into her in one rough move and she quiver in my arms with a moan. The screwdriver went off as she squeezed the trigger button in passion. She slowly let it slide down to the floor, holding onto the power cord. I rammed in again and she sighed at my roughness, but pushed back, letting me deeper. Oh... this is so fucking hot... I pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, growling in the back of my throat with pleasure. I pinned her to the car, moving in and out with increasing rhythm. My breathing sped up and the smell of the oil, grease, gasoline and metal mixed in the air with the smell of sex, increasing my desire. The car was moving under the pressure of Alex's body with my every thrust. My growls were answered with her moans as I held her in front of me, yanking her hips closer with every entry. I watched my cock almost slide completely out, before ramming back in. Her hands with oil marks, gripped onto the car hood and her hair fell out of her ponytail, spreading over her back and the car hood. Oh... fuck.. this is so sexy... I felt her tighten around me and speed up my movement, pushing her over the edge. She convulsed in release, panting my name in joy. I held myself, letting her ride the last ripples of her orgasm. In urgent need to see her face with pleasure I pulled out, turning her in my arms and pushing her up on the car. Her shorts dropped down and she spread her legs with eagerness, pulling her top off. I yanked my tee off in one move and returned into her warmth, cupping her breasts. She bent her back, sliding closer on the hood and wrapping her legs around me. I pulled her up, bringing her face with a few grease smudges on the forehead to mine. Her lips parted as she breathed out. “Oh... James...” I moaned and pinched her erected nipples in my fingers, she winced and clung to my chest. Her lips found mine and came together in a hungry kiss. My shaft worked it's way in and out of her, hands pulling her closer, mind bewitched and clouded in the electrifying pleasure. All of my senses narrowed to the building charge of unbound ecstasy. I lightly bit her lip with a deep thrust and burst deep inside of her with a loud moan of euphoria. She pulled me closer, peering into my eyes with her spellbound deep ocean greens, intensifying my state to complete and absolute bliss. I love you Alex... Tell her, tell her now... I love you so much... Now say it out loud! The light breeze moved the air in the garage and she turned to the side with a gasp. “Oh my Gods! James, the door was open... oh shit... I hope no one saw us...” She clung to me with a shy smile and I kissed her head. I'll tell her later... (Alex's POV) After James finished his food, he settled at the table with a bottle of beer, just watching me wash the dishes. My mind returned to the garage scene. I saw something in his eyes, his facial expression was more than just a reflection of pleasure. I saw love... true love, this was the way my James looked at me. He loves me... he is my James. Oh, Gods! I'm the happiest woman in the world. I smiled to myself and looked at James' reflection in the dark window. He was sitting with his feet on the opposite chair, just watching me washing plates. A smile played on his lips, satisfaction written all over his pose. He tried to help me earlier, but I said that since I had no job, this was the least I could do. House chores, doesn't matter how much I used to hate doing that. Somehow, it was very enjoyable now, maybe because I was doing it for someone I loved? Funny how even little things change... like not even remembering that the door is open... I really hope no one saw us... (James' POV) I couldn't stop smiling. I probably looked like a complete idiot right now and I didn't fucking care! I felt... at home. I haven't felt that for a long time... not since I lost my mother. This is what I was missing all this time... the feeling of belonging. A beautiful girl that loves me, that just let me play out my fantasy, taking her right there in the garage... wanting me so much that she didn't even notice the half open garage door... hehehhe... then feeding me with an amazing home cooked meal... Home. I'm home. I rested the beer bottle on the table and walked up to Alex. My arms encircled her waist and I buried my face in her hair, taking a deep breath. She turned in my arms with a smile. “James, my hands are all wet...” “Don't care... hug me... pull me close... kiss me...” I whispered, peering into her eyes. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips gliding over my lips as I pulled her up to me. My hand reached behind her, turning the water off. Her tongue softly reached between my lips and I picked her up in my arms, making my way to the stairs. ----- After round two... well, two for me and three for Alex, she snuggled to my side and I wrapped my hands around her. Happy, I feel absolutely happy. I wanted to scream my overwhelming love out, but I didn't. I don't know how long I was just laying there, holding her in my arms, breathing in the wonderful smell of her hair, brushing my fingers on her soft, silky skin. Somewhere in the house I heard a few giggling voices and steps on the floor. Kirk and Meg were making their way to Meg's room, trying their drunken best to be quiet. Somewhere close to our door I heard Kirk whisper. “Meg, I love you so much... like a lot...” “Ssshhhh!!! Kirk, be quiet...” “You can't shush me when I'm trying to tell you how much I love you!” “I love you too, baby, and I'll show you how much when we make it to the bed...” “Mmmnn... bed... with you in it...” A few steps, muffled giggles, and the sound of the door opening and closing. Then, everything went quiet. Alex told me that this house used to belong to a family of a boy who played the violin. They also had three dogs and every time the boy tried to practice, the dogs joined him with blood chilling howls, making it impossible to hear anything else. The father finally found the perfect solution and reinforced his son's room's walls with sound proof materials. I'm sure he wasn't just tired of the dogs' howls. His invention was working great, in the last month of me sleeping here, I never heard moans or anything like that from Meg's bedroom. I smiled... hope they didn't hear anything either, our bedroom wasn't sound proof. Our bedroom? Yes... it was our bedroom. I was bringing spare clothes with me in the few first days, then finally packed some in a suitcase, Alex made room in the closet and a drawer in her dresser for me. No one ever mentioned moving in together, it just happened... Alex moved in her sleep, tightening her arm around me, and I felt her lips moving against my skin. I listen closer and heard her whispering in her dreams. “James...” I wanted to tell her, that I loved her, all evening I tried to find the right moment, the right words... and I couldn't. I sighed and circled my finger on her shoulder. She was asleep with her face buried into my neck, her warm breath gliding over my skin, and her hand resting on my chest. One of my shoulders was under Alex's head, my arm holding her close, with hand on her waist and the other hand covering her forearm on my chest. A soft melody started to form in my head, the notes lining up and settling in the right places... Words floated in my mind. I never opened myself this way... life is ours, we live it our way... all these words I don't just say, and nothing else matters... My fingers moved on Alex's skin, pressing invisible strings, playing out the music that came right from my heart. My lips whispered into her hair. “Love I seek and I find in you... every day for us something new... open heart for a different view... and nothing else matters...” I felt Alex slowly breathing into my skin and glided my hand over her head. “I love you, Alex... I love you with all my heart... all my soul... I never loved anyone so much... I love you... and I promise... I'll tell you that when you wake up...” |
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