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Post by HarleyMac on Aug 30, 2008 9:34:03 GMT -6
Ok this is a new Fic of my mine that I have just recently finished. I hope you enjoy.Still Can't Get Over You Chapter 1;
Six Months Ago; New York;
Dylan’s POV;Pushing the penthouse apartment door open, I stepped over the threshold feeling the overwhelming tiredness ready to consume me whole. It had been a long day and all I wanted to do was climb the spiral staircase to the second floor, walk in to my room then the ensuite and run myself a bath and sink under the hot water to ease the tension that had built from the scenes that I had, had to film today.
Filming had gone on a lot longer than I had anticipated and I had ended up missing the concert that my best friend was doing in Madison square garden. But Corey being the awesome friend that he was had called to tell me that he understood, and he would be by the apartment in a little while with Jim, Jim’s girlfriend and a good friend to me Claire and Roy Mayorga from the band they had formed for release from Slipknot.
Carmine locked the door as I moved through the open planned bottom floor of the apartment that I had purchased with my first acting gig a couple years ago. Most people preferred LA but I found that I much preferred the hustle of living in New York; where you could literally just disappear in to the crowd and not be bothered.
Throwing my bag on to the sofa, I dumped my cigarettes on to the coffee table in the centre of the living area then moved to the large floor to ceiling window and looked out over the dancing sparkling lights of New York City. I loved just looking out at the sea of lights; knowing that I probably had the best life that I could have ever hoped for.
When I had left Whispering Pines in North Carolina, I hadn’t really thought my plan through all I had known was that I had to get away; I couldn’t stay where he was, especially after what had happened.
“…I just can’t believe that was your last scene today,” Carmine said from behind me.
My mind seemed to snap back to the present as I watched his reflection in the large window; it was weird to see him looking so distorted when he was always so together, always so solid and always there for me.
“I know it’s gonna feel weird not going in to the studio every day…” I started as I turned to look at him unable to take the distorted image of him in the window.
“Then change your mind…”
”Car don’t start!” I sighed knowing that he had been struggling with my decision since I had made it but this wasn’t about him, this was about something that I had always wanted to do, it was about what I had been doing since I had lived at home with my brother and his friends.
'He' had taught me so well, 'he' had shown me how to defend myself, 'he' had taught me that it was ok for women to wrestle and still be feminine at the same time. But 'he' hadn’t wanted me, 'he' had just seen me as his best friends geeky little sister; well I had shown everyone from back home that I wasn’t the geeky little kid that they had thought I was.
“Don’t start what? Telling you that I love you and don’t want you to do this?” My fiancé asked as I moved back to the coffee table and grabbed my smokes; my chunky heeled boots clipping the hard wood flooring loudly.
“You know that I have to do this…” I started as I sparked my cigarette and inhaled deeply begging that it would calm me down as we seemed to be headed for the same argument that we had since I had expressed that this was what I wanted to do and was going to do regardless of what my fiancé said.
“No you don’t! You can back out; it isn’t set in stone yet baby, you can just call and tell them that you have changed your mind,” He literally begged and I figured if he could be on his knees right in this moment he would be.
“I can’t back out now! I don’t want to back out; this is something that I have wanted for a long time…” I pressed feeling my voice take on a desperate tone; desperation for him to just listen to me, to see that I really did want to do this.
“You know you can be such a diva sometimes,” He yelled at me.
“Me!? I am a diva!? That’s rich coming from the man who is throwing a God damn hissy fit because he can’t get what he wants!” I yelled back feeling my frustration building to the point where it was going to erupt out of me by way of insults that I knew he hated.
“This isn’t about me not getting what I want!”
“Then please do enlighten me as to what it is about because all I can see it a grown man having a fucking tantrum because his girlfriend won’t back down on something that she has wanted for as long as she can remember…something that you should fucking know, something that you should be fucking supporting!” I screamed feeling all trace of trying to talk calmly about this vacating my head as I literally saw red.
“Supporting? How the fuck can I support you when there is a chance that you are going to get hurt?” He screamed back just as the intercom rang loudly; tearing through the argument that we were in the middle of. "Don't answer that!" He exclaimed.
“I have to answer it…its Corey…”
”Oh that’s right we wouldn’t want to leave Corey waiting would we?” Obviously he was intent on carrying on with this argument but I had my friends here, and I wasn’t about to get in to it in front of them.
“And what in the hell does that mean?” I screeched as I cleared the floor from where I had been stood to the intercom device in the matter of seconds. “Yeah?” I requested lifting the receiver from the cradle on the wall.
“Hey chicka it’s us,” My best friend’s voice rang down the line happily.
“Hey you come on up,” I pressed the access button and pulled the door open thankful that we were the only suite on the floor which meant that our screaming match wouldn’t be heard in the form of neighbors. Turning I looked at my fiancé to see him watching me closely. “I suggest that if you are just gonna suck the life out of the room; you go to bed!” I spat at him as I moved towards the kitchen.
“You just don’t fucking listen do you?”
“Listen to what? The fact that you can’t handle the fact that I am a independent woman who can take care of herself…what’s wrong; you want to be the fucking hero…my hero? Well I have a world news flash for you Carmine; I don’t need a fucking hero!” I screamed knowing that this was about to be witnessed by the people I held dear to me but I couldn’t help it.
We had fought about this whole thing for months now and it was getting beyond old; he wouldn’t listen to me, and he sure as hell wasn’t supporting me like I had thought he would.
“If you do this then I can’t be witness to it…I am not going to sit and watch as my girlfriend gets beaten to a pulp every night!”
“You have that little faith in me?” I demanded as Corey spilled in to the apartment with our friends only to stop dead in his tracks as he realized that Carmine and I were going at it again. Before I had made this career choice; my boyfriend had been nothing but supportive, he had been the one encouraging me and now he couldn’t even muster the strength to just support me and have a little faith in my ability. “Just go to bed Car, I can’t…I am not…we can do this later,” My tone was final and as he turned to see my friends looking everywhere but at us he scoffed loudly and took off up the spiral staircase to the second floor where he slammed our bedroom door behind him.
Instantly Corey and Claire were in front of me, both of them entangling me in to a tight embrace where I felt my body relax against them, happy to take their comfort.
“You ok Dyl?” Corey asked softly pulling back to look at me.
“I’m fine! I just can’t keep fighting with him over this…he’s making it too hard,” I sighed prying myself from their embraces and moving to the fridge and pulling out the alcohol that I had placed in there earlier in the day.
I knew that we would end up here; my friends loved my apartment and always stayed with me when they were in town so there was no surprise to see their luggage piled at the door to the suite.
They also knew me well enough to know that when I said I was fine that meant that they were to drop it and just accept the fact that I would talk when I was ready.Carmine's POV;Throwing myself down on to the large queen sized bed that Dylan and I shared. The girl was insufferable, she wouldn’t listen and she was head strong to the point where you wanted to just bang your head against the wall.
Staring at the ceiling as the room lay in the darkness that I had requested; the shimmering of the flickering lights from New York City seemed to creep in to the room and in to the deepest corners casting eerie shadows where there should have been none.
After lying here for a few moments I turned on the lamp by my side of the bed and almost instantly my eyes landed on the packed bags lying in the corner of the room. In a weeks time we were flying out to Whispering Pines in North Carolina so that Dylan could see her brother before she embarked on this new chapter that she had chosen.
Dylan had fallen out with her brother before she left her home town, over something to do with one of his friends and the two hadn’t talked in a few years until she had asked me to take her to see the Smackdown show that had been held in Madison Square Garden a few months back; where her brother was wrestling.
The two had talked and resolved some of their problems, and she had gotten talking to Vince McMahon who had suggested that if she was really interested in getting in to wrestling that she sign up for his training camp where they would see just how good she was and in a months time that was where she was headed.
My mind seemed to cast back to when I had first seen her; she had been hired for the show, where she was being introduced as Eddie Cahill’s love interest but although Eddie had been interested it had been me who had caught her eye and in more ways than I could express I was happy about it.
A year later and she had talked to the writers and producers on the show about having her character written out. They wanted to know if she would be interested in coming back because she had become a fan favorite almost over night but she had refused saying that she thought it be best that she was killed off and that had been the scenes that we had filmed today.
It was her last scenes and it had tore through me to see her being injured even though I knew it was staged and there was no real harm to her, it had still struck a chord in me that I wouldn’t and couldn’t watch her if she did succeed and become a wrestler. It would just kill me a little bit every time I saw her being taken down in the ring.
But with her stubborn streak she was determined to do this, she wouldn’t back down and she wouldn’t even contemplate my concerns. So in a week’s time we were heading out to visit her brother so that she could inform him of what she was planning on doing, and thankfully it meant that I could go with because those scenes today were the end of season so that meant that we were on hiatus for the summer.
It also turned out that while we were in North Carolina; it was Dylan’s ten year reunion at her high school to which she had been more than a little skeptical about attending but I had managed to convince her to go; even if it were to just rub it in that she had made a huge success of herself.
When she started working on the show, she had been strictly a TV show actress; but when we had gone on hiatus last year she had been offered movie roles right left and centre, the two that she had chosen to do had both been huge box office hits and had opened to rave critical reviews.
I just figured that she was committing career suicide by doing this but she had made up her mind and for now that was something that I had to find a way to deal with because she had made it abundantly clear that she was not backing down on this.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had reached for the phone and dialed the one person that could maybe get through to her when it was clear that Corey supported her decision, this was it the one last ditch effort to try and get her to back down.
“Hey honey,” My fiancée’s cousin answered after the third ring.
“Hey sugar it’s just me,” I said.
“Carmine? Why are you calling me at eleven at night…? Is everything ok? Did something go wrong on set…?” She started to panic.
“No honey,” I chuckled softly. “Everything went as planned; I just needed to talk to you…”
”About? ‘Cos you know you’re quota for favors has run out this year,” She giggled softly referring to the fact that I had secured her help in getting my proposal to Dylan right.
With any other girl proposing would have been easy but with Dylan it was slightly different because she wasn’t like most girls, she hated huge romantic gestures, she hated most things that girls did and she hated to be treated as part of what was referred to as the ‘weaker sex’.
“I know sugar but I can’t get through to her, I can’t get her to maybe even just consider that this is a bad move,”
”Are you talking about the wrestling thing again dude?” H asked me, her voice soft and caring, something that never came from Dylan whenever I brought this situation up.
“Yeah…”
”Car I know that you love my cousin, I know that you would do anything for her but seriously dude, you gotta learn to deal with this, you gotta let it go,” She informed me softly.
“I can’t H! I can’t stand by while she puts her life in danger…”
”Carmine she’s good…she was always good, she knows how to work in that ring and if you would just give her a chance then you would see that. I mean Jesus the girl does most of her own stunts on the show…what makes you think that she is going to be in danger?”
“I just don’t think that the ring is the right place for wom…”
“Don’t you dare say that in front of her,” H said her voice cracking with laughter. “Seriously man, Dyl has always fought in a wrestling ring, I mean Jesus consider who she grew up with; do you really think that they would have let her in to the ring had they thought she was in danger?”
”I don’t know H; I haven’t exactly been introduced to the people from her past except for you,” I argued my point.
Dylan was a private girl, she had once told me that she didn’t want to talk about her past in Carolina because it was in the past and that was where it belonged. She had however confessed that she had, had the biggest crush on one of her brother’s friends but he hadn’t returned her feelings because he was so much older than her.
Would going back there in a week stir up all those old feelings?
I tried my hardest to push all those thoughts of other men to the back of my mind, it wasn’t like I wasn’t used to other men looking at her, fantasizing about her in ways that only I was allowed to touch or see her.
“Well just hold in there, you guys will be out here in Carolina soon…”
”You’re there already?”
”Yeah me and Dylan’s brother have been hanging out since I told him that I was going to the training camp,”
”You didn’t tell him that Dylan was going too did you?” I asked reaching for the smokes that I had placed on the nightstand.
”No way dude; that would be more than what my life is worth,” She giggled softly as the sound of a male voice called out to her in the back ground. “I have to motor Car; but I will see you both in a week right?”
“You will honey! Have a good night,” I sighed knowing that I hadn’t really gotten the answers that I needed from this conversation.
“You too dude and try not to worry about it, she will be fine,” She tried to assure me but it didn’t really work as I fell back on to the pillows of the bed that we shared.
“Ok thanks honey, see you soon,”
Saying goodbye we hung up and I threw the phone to the bed and thought about what Dylan’s cousin had said; there was no denying that H thought Dylan was good, I guess all I could do was wait and see her in the ring for myself to see how good she really was.
Because regardless of what I thought about her career change, there was no changing her mind, she was going to do it with my support and approval or not. That was just who Dylan was and that was one of the reasons that I loved her as much as I did.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Aug 30, 2008 10:05:32 GMT -6
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 1, 2008 6:01:58 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 2;
The same night; Cameron; North Carolina;
Jeff’s POV;
I don’t know why Beth insists on watching the show that Dylan is in. I can’t watch it, I can’t bring myself to even look at her, not when my mind is still a mess of all that I had felt for her. For her it was easy to walk away, but now here I was tortured by her everywhere I turned it seems.
Beth wanted to see the movies that she had done, Beth liked to watch the show that she had become a part of but I really couldn’t blame my girlfriend when no one knows how I had felt about the girl.
Memories of the last time I had hung out with her seemed to play out in my head as if to torture me even more…
Matt and I were hanging out in the back garden of the house where we still lived with our Father; we had just gotten back from the WWE where we had been working as jobbers for the past couple of years slowly building our reputation towards serious fighters.
Shannon had arrived with Dylan; my eyes found her as if by instinct, every emotion that I felt for her running through my veins to the point where all I could think about was grabbing her and kissing her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to fight it.
Pushing all thoughts to the back of my head; the girl is fourteen and I am twenty years old. Nothing could or would ever happen between us because I wasn’t that guy. But as she moved away from us I couldn’t stop my eyes from following her; she certainly doesn’t have the body of a fourteen year old and she sure as hell isn’t as immature as most fourteen year olds but instantly I had scolded myself for trying to justify the way that I was looking at her.
Shannon and Matt climbed in to the ring that was still in the back yard; obviously they were going to get some training in while we were at home. I was however worried about Dylan, she had been overly quiet; she hadn’t been her usual bubbly self.
So seeing my chance, I quietly slipped away and headed in the direction that Dylan had just disappeared. I just wanted to be there for her, I just wanted to offer her my friendship at least that was what I was telling myself as I found her buried deep in the dense wood that surrounded our Father’s property.
I watched her for a few moments, her head placed in to her hands, her shoulders shuddering as she sobbed softly. My concern for her was instant and it needed no thought as I moved towards her slowly.
“Hey DJ; you ok?” I asked calling her the name that I had picked for her. When everyone else called her Dyl, I had chosen to be different and placed both initials from her first and middle name together.
“What-What are…you d-doing here?” She sobbed softly without looking up and I could clearly see that the embarrassment was etching her devastatingly beautiful features.
“Well it seems that you have found my favorite spot to come to when I want to think,” I replied sitting down on the wooded ground and crossed my legs watching her closely as she tried in earnest to get her emotions under control.
“Sorry! I can…I can go if you-you want?” She said going to stand up but I reached my hand out to her leg and stopped her from moving.
“No you stay DJ; you seem like you need the space,” I offered feeling my heart turning heavy at the obvious pain that she was in.
“Th-Thanks,” She stuttered as she slowly sat back down and finally looked in to my eyes and that was the moment that I knew I was in serious trouble.
How could I have let myself fall for someone so young?
What I was feeling was wrong; I knew that and I tried with everything that I had inside me to stop it but it just wouldn’t seem to erase or give me a moments peace.
“What did you come here to think about?” She asked her eyes swimming in the crystal tears that had formed.
“Excuse me?”
“Well you said that this is your favorite spot to come to when you want to think…so what do you need to think about?” She asked running her hands through her hair.
“Just stuff…”
”I’ll share if you will?” She enquired softly her eyes telling me that she needed to share, that she needed to get whatever was bothering her off her chest.
“All right!” I replied watching her closely, trying to convince myself that I could just be her friend; that I could look at her without wanting to take her to bed and letting her see just how much I felt for her. “I went out last night and I met this girl…she gave me her number but I don’t know whether I should call her you know?”
“You like her?” She asked sadly.
Was it possible that she felt…?
No Jeff don’t go there, the minute you know if she feels the same is the minute that this gets dangerous, at least right now the not knowing seems to be what is holding me back from confessing everything.
“I think I could…I just need…it’s complicated,” I admitted nearly tripping and admitting that the girl I met could be the one person that could get me over Dylan, this girl sat in front of me looking so sad. I wanted to do anything I could to make it better for her, to take away her hurt and pain. “So what’s up with you?” I asked inching a little closer to her.
“I…this guy in school asked me out…”
”You like him?” I tried to keep my temper in check, I tried not to show that I could feel this jealous streak rising in me and I tried to look out of her eyes before my own betrayed me and told her what I felt for her.
“I thought I did…I thought he would help me forget…seems my life is as complicated as yours,” She sighed. “Only thing is your girl probably does like you…”
”I don’t understand,” I said watching her closely as once again the memories seemed to cause the tears to build in her beautiful dark soul filled eyes.
“Seems like I was the butt of a joke,” She let out a cry so painful that it tore through my heart and before I could stop myself I had her in my arms; cradling her from the world, shielding her from the hurt that this guy had caused her. “When he…he called to tell me that he was almost at the house; he asked me to wait outside for him so I was stood there and he just…they drove by and screamed that I was a loser and that Jake would never be interested in me,”
Anger welled inside me, raging anger that someone had treated her so badly and thought that they could get away with it.
“How could I have been so stupid…?” She asked pulling back and looking in to my eyes until I was sure that I was drowning in their natural beauty. “How could I have ever thought that he found me attractive? What the hell is wrong with me?”
“You are beautiful DJ, you are everything that they can’t see; you…you walk in to a room and it brightens, you laugh and I swear I melt, you are so much more than what they see, and you deserve better than that,” I whispered gently wiping the hair from her eyes and tucking it behind her ear.
“You have to say that,” She said.
”Oh really?” I chuckled softly. “And why would that be?”
“’Cos you are my brother’s friend…”
”Hey! I am not just Shannon’s friend…I’m your friend too, anything you need, anything you want you can come to me,” I offered firmly.
“Wait you think I am beautiful?” She asked me her head tilting slightly to the side and watching me as the heat flushed through me to the point where I was sure that I was about to combust.
“I think that you are devastatingly…you are more beautiful than you have ever been led to believe,” I replied cupping her beautiful features in my hand and slowly pressing my lips to hers.
Slowly her eyes widened but she didn’t back away, she seemed to just melt in to my arms until I was sure that we were one being. Slipping my tongue in to her responsive mouth, she copied my movements until I felt myself harden and my trousers begin to become uncomfortably tight.
The feel of her hands running down my chest, and around to my back then up until they were entangled in my hair, my own hands roamed over her curves, the definition of curves that no fourteen year old should have and that was when it happened.
Pulling away from her, I looked in to her eyes and saw the innocence that flickered in their wild beauty, and I felt the shame wash over me in a way that I couldn’t handle.
”I’m sorry DJ; I-I…I just can’t!” Getting up I all but tore a path out of the woods leaving her sitting on that tree stump.
Guilt hit me; shame washed through my veins and a determination that I was going to get past this as I raced in to the house and dialed the number that the girl had given me last night…
Looking in the window to the living room to find the girl that had saved me from going back to Dylan; stopping me from confessing all that I felt for her and I couldn’t bear to think about what would have happened had I not called her.
My eyes were instantly drawn to the screen where Dylan; my Dylan was caught in a love scene with the character on screen that was named Flack although I knew that wasn’t the guy she was engaged to now.
If I hadn’t ran to Beth that day; would I be the one getting to spend my mornings waking with her, holding her close, would I be the one getting to spend my days with her, would I be the one getting to go to sleep every night with her in my arms, feeling content and in love?
I hadn’t even talked to her since that day in the woods, I hadn’t gotten the chance to explain things to her because the very next day Matt and I were back on the road and then by the time we got back a week later, Shannon told us that Dylan had headed out to LA for a holiday, to which she had never come back from.
The sound of the phone ringing tore through my trip down memory lane, piercing through the memories that I had kept to myself; that I had never shared with anyone and that was the way that I wanted to keep it. It was the way that it had to be; because no one would ever understand.
Whispering Pines;
Shannon's POV;
I had been enjoying my time with H; the girl was still the same bright, funny out going girl that she had always been. Fame hadn’t changed her in the slightest. For as famous as my sister was, H was equally famous in her own profession.
Both girls had always been close; in fact they had dubbed each other as cousins. They had always been drawn to the dramatic arts and had found a way to make a healthy living from what they loved to do.
Ever since we were kids, H had been coming to North Carolina to spend the summers with her cousins; Matt and Jeff, and every summer I found that I was falling for her harder and harder but neither of us had ever been in the right position to do anything about our feelings.
I knew that she was as attracted to me as I had been to her, she had all but admitted it but either she had a boyfriend or I had a girlfriend and we had never found the timing to be right.
But now that she was here, having chosen to stay with me, I hoped that somehow we were finally in the right place, there had been a more than healthy amount of flirting between us since she had arrived a couple of days ago and now here I was lying in my Jacuzzi and she comes sauntering out in a barely there black bikini that could literally render me to my knees in an instant.
Grabbing the phone, I dialed Jeff’s number hoping that I could somehow find a way to get my raging hard on to deflate and talking to Jeff would definitely do that.
“Hello?” Beth’s voice answered.
”Hey Bethy; is the big man about?” I asked trying to take a deep breath but my body was intent on torturing me as I gasped deeply when H slowly slid in to the water across from me, her feet accidentally brushing against my cock.
But when she smiled down at me, I was pretty sure that it hadn’t been an accident.
“Yeah sure, hang on,” Jeff’s long term girlfriend replied as the line went dead and then I could hear her telling the man in question that I was on the other end.
“Hey reject; what’s going on?” He asked me softly as I could hear him inhaling on a cigarette.
“Not much man, I was just thinking of having a BBQ here when Dylan and Carmine arrive, you and Beth will be present right?” I asked running my free hand through my hair as I became lost in those gorgeous green eyes of my best friend’s cousin.
“I don’t know man…” He started to object.
My friend had been acting off since he had heard that Dylan was coming in to town and I had to wonder what was going on because they had always been friends in the past. They had always gotten along and I knew that Jeff looked out for her as if she were a part of his Family.
“Awe come on dude, Dylan will love to see you and Matty, please?” I begged as I tried in vain not to watch the sexy way that H lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply on the stick.
I swear to God I was going to get in to trouble with this girl. I was going to loose myself completely to her and now that we were going to be working together I hated to think of what was going to become of us.
Because as always the passion and desire was there, but now that we were older it seemed like it was much stronger. Almost like a force that neither of us seemed able to contain regardless of how much we tried.
“It’s a bit short…” He continued to object but something in his voice was telling me that he just didn’t want to see my little sister.
“Ok spill it,” I pressed.
”Excuse me?” He asked as the sounding of him gulping at a drink, most probably a beer, filtered down the connection.
“What is your problem with Dyl?” I asked feeling my brotherly protective side coming out of me causing H to instantly look away from me leaving me to a small form of privacy.
“What…? I don’t have a problem with Dylan…” He objected.
“Good then I will see you here at four on Saturday,” I said and hanging up before he could object anymore.
“Oh he isn’t going to be happy with you,” H giggled as her eyes turned back towards me and found me without problem, without even having to try and instantly I was drowning once again.
“Too bad,” I chuckled as the sound of her little giggle seemed to seep through my flesh and fester as it took up residence in my veins. “I want everyone here when Dylan gets here; it’s been far too long since she has been here and I want her to feel welcome,” I admitted.
It was true, Dylan hadn’t been back here in town since she had left all those years ago and although she said she was happy where she lived now, I could tell that she missed home.
The argument that we had, had before she left had been about Jeff, how she had said that he was like every other male in the world, only out to cause problems and there had been no changing her mind.
But I had been so young then, I had thought that the world had began and ended with my friends, I hadn’t realized that just because my sister didn’t want to hang out with them that didn’t mean that I couldn’t.
I had been so glad when she had come to that show a few months back, we had talked the night away, she had introduced me to her fiancé and I could see that they were happy; I could see that it was for keeps. My sister hadn’t had the easiest life growing up here, she had been picked on, teased and had been the butt of many a cruel joke to which she wouldn’t allow me to intervene.
But Dylan Jane Moore was nothing if not resilient and she had fought hard to become more than what those kids had drummed in her head that she was. I had seen the way men seemed to lust after her, and although it made me slightly uncomfortable seeing my little sister looked at in that way, it also made me prouder than I thought possible. She had beaten it, she had become someone, she had showed all those kids that what they had said was bullshit.
I knew that she was looking forward to the reunion that was coming up, even if it was just a little bit so that she could rub in their faces but if anyone had any right to do that it was Dylan and I knew that she would do it with a style that only she had.
Looking at H, I wondered how long it would take for us to both get so frustrated by this flirting that we had slipped in to that we would finally succumb to all that we had ever felt for one another.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 1, 2008 12:43:04 GMT -6
Awww, poor Jeff ; ;
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 6, 2008 3:36:40 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 3;
The same night; New York;
Corey’s POV;
I could see it in my best friend’s face that she was struggling with the thought of going back to North Carolina at the end of the week.
Dylan had called the record company that the band was signed too, and had requested tickets to the Stone Sour gig that we had played about a year and a half ago. The minute I had met her, we had clicked and from that moment on we had become inseparable so if there was anything that I could do to help then I would.
So thankfully, we were finishing up our tour tomorrow, then Jim, Claire and I were flying out to Carolina with her and Carmine. You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to see that they had been going at it again before we had arrived an hour ago.
“We’ll see you in the morning shorty,” Roy said slowly getting to his feet and leaning down to hug and kiss Dylan.
“Hey less of the shorty remarks; Mr Pot, Kettle and Black,” Dylan giggled taking comfort from her one time lover’s arms.
Roy and Dylan had met when my friend was still playing in Soulfly a few years back, they had dated for a little while, but had broken up on friendly terms which I was thankful for now.
Flicking her chin, he and Jim disappeared up the spiral staircase leaving Claire and I alone with our friend so that we could talk about what we had witnessed when we walked in to the apartment a little while ago.
“So come on then chicka,” I said wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulled her in to my embrace as Claire took the other side of her, reaching for her friend’s hand to let her know that we were both here for her.
“I can’t…I just can’t keep having this same fight with him over and over again…” She sighed letting her head fall down on to my chest as I exchanged looks with my friend’s long term girlfriend who smiled sympathetically.
For as long as I had known Dylan; her ultimate dream was to end her career by getting one of the women’s wrestling belts. I didn’t want to say that she was getting ready to quit her career because that wasn’t it, she just wanted to get a step closer to her goal and there was no one on this planet that could talk her out of it.
People always said that Dylan and I had this steamy love affair going on behind Carmine’s back but the truth of the matter was that I loved this girl but not in the romantic sense. I loved her like a friend; my best friend and there was nothing sordid about the way we both felt for each other. Dylan was my soul mate, she got me where my wife hadn’t, she understood me in ways that I was sure no one would ever understand me and she supported me through everything that had happened since we had known each other.
The least I could do was be here for her, support her and offer comfort whenever I could because it was obvious that Carmine, although normally the most supportive guy in the world, was struggling with this. I knew it must be hard to accept that your girlfriend, soon to be wife, was determined to become a female wrestler but there were many other female wrestlers at the WWE and from what I knew; nothing had happened to any of them.
“He’s still struggling with it huh?” Claire asked lighting a cigarette and handing it to Dylan who gladly took it and inhaled deeply as Claire repeated the action for myself before lighting her own and inhaling just as deeply.
“You have no idea! He told me that he can’t sit back and watch me get beaten to a pulp every night,” She sighed heavily and it was clear that there was the hint of frustration seeping through not only her body posture but the tone in her voice. “I mean doesn’t he have any faith in me at all? I have been wrestling for the better part of my life; granted I haven’t done it in a long time but that is what the training camp is for…to get me back in to shape you know?”
“We know honey,” Claire soothed softly still holding her friend’s hand.
It wasn’t something that Jim nor I had been expecting when we had introduced the girls to one another. Dylan didn’t have very many female friends, she had grown up a tomboy and was still very much one of the guys, but she and Claire had clicked almost instantly and they had even talked about Claire writing Dylan’s autobiography which was something that Dylan’s management company wanted to do next while her career was on a high.
Claire was a journalist; one if not the best in the business, she had been working for Hammer magazine when she had been assigned to tour with Slipknot and document a ‘life on the road with…’ kind of article, the minute her eyes had landed on Jim and vice versa the sparks had flown and the two had been together ever since.
Claire had even quit her job to work for Jim full time; doing his correspondence and blog writings for the Slipknot and Stone Sour websites, and free lancing for certain magazines who were looking for articles on the bands that both Jim and I were apart of.
I knew a lot of people were amazed that they could spend all day, every day together without getting in to major arguments and fights but they were truly on the same wave length that there was hardly ever any fighting unless Claire was PMS-ing which seemed to bring out the worst in not only her but in Dylan and H too.
And every month like clockwork Jim and I would run and hide for cover until the raging emotions had passed causing us to be the butt of many jokes from our band mates and friends but like we both said if they knew these girls, they would be looking not only for shelter but for a nuclear fall out shelter at that.
“Is this really about Carmine?” I asked knowing that I was safe; Dylan had only just finished PMS-ing so there was no way that she was going to fly off the handle.
“Meaning?” She asked pulling back and looking up at me.
“I mean does this have anything to do with Jeff?” I asked wiping the hair from her eyes as they instantly diverted away from mine and I knew that I had hit the nail on the head. “I knew it, ok what is on your mind chicka?” I asked as she let her head rest back on my chest.
“Corey!” Claire warned softly shaking her head.
Thankfully Claire knew all about Jeff, how he had made our friend feel, the attraction that she had felt to him and we both knew all about the day they had shared their one and only kiss before he had taken off like he had a rocket up his ass.
“What? We can’t help if we don’t know?” I pressed my point as Dylan finally looked from me to Claire and back again.
“He’s right,” She whispered softly as Claire and I both gave her all the comfort we could for her to be able to talk about this.
“He is? ‘Cos you and I both know that is a rarity,” Claire said causing Dylan to giggle loudly and causing me to flip her the bird.
“You know little Miss Chicka; you’re getting a little too bold for my liking,” I grinned wickedly at my friend’s girlfriend and could see her fake fear which in turn caused Dylan to laugh a little louder.
“You know I miss you guys,” She said finally getting herself under control. “I feel like we spend half our time fighting to fit each other in to our schedules you know?”
“I know baby,” I kissed the top of her head as Claire nodded her head in agreement. “I think it would be a good idea if we found a way that would mean we could all meet up and hang out at least once a month,”
“Dude in case you hadn’t noticed; I am kinda on my way to Wrestling boot camp,” Dylan giggled softly.
”Oh so now you’re being a smart ass,” I chuckled holding her in my embrace; giving her all the comfort that I could without hurting her or getting too close because unlike most women that was another thing that Dylan didn’t like; invasion of her personal space.
I knew that it was down to the bullying and teasing she had endured while she had lived in North Carolina and the school that she had gone too, but my best friend was doing great for herself, really sticking it to the kids who had brought her down; telling her that she would never amount to anything, how she was ugly and no one would ever want to date her and here she was all grown up and having dated some of the most famous actors and musicians in the business.
Claire's POV;
I loved the dynamic that I had not only with Jim’s friends but with Dylan too. I knew that she didn’t have very many female friends, and that, that was down to all the things that had happened in her past.
It had been mostly girls who had made her life hell when she was younger and the fact that she had allowed me to get close told me what a remarkably strong woman she had become and I had vowed that I would never do anything to betray that friendship and she had vowed the same.
“So come on; is it Jeff that is upsetting you…the thought of seeing him again?” Corey asked as Dylan inhaled deeply on her cigarette and looked up at her best friend and then across at me before nodding her head. “Ok and what is it about seeing him that has your panties all in a twist?” He asked clearly trying to lighten the mood somewhat but it only earned him a slap on the chest from Dylan and a punch on the arm from me. “You know I really don’t know why I put up with this abuse!” He exclaimed dramatically.
“Abuse? Abuse? You ain’t seen nothing yet dude, right Dyl?” I asked smiling as she nodded her head. “So come on Dylan; why you so worried about seeing him again?”
“That day…when he kissed me…” She started slowly, trying to remain composed and in control but it was clearly hard for her to open up because it wasn’t something that she did very often, but Corey and I always managed to seemingly make it a little bit easier for her. “I had just…some of the girls from school had told me that Jake wanted to go out with me…”
”Jake?” Corey asked as we both slipped in to friendship mode having never heard what had led up to the one and only kiss that Dylan and Jeff had ever shared.
“Yeah he was this boy from our class and I…he was really popular, he seemed nice you know like he would do whatever he had to, to ensure that people would like him…he was a quarter back and was pretty good from all accounts,” She said trying to smile through the memory but it was obvious that it still hurt to think about what had obviously happened. “So anyway the girls told me that he would be calling me, and right enough he did; he called and invited me to go out with him that night…how could I have been so stupid,” She mumbled.
“You are not stupid Dyl! You have never been stupid, so you can get that right out of your head right now,” Corey pressed firmly as I felt my own anger at my friends self doubt and self critism just because some high school kids had wanted to act superior than someone else.
I hated to see or hear of bullying of any kind, but since knowing Dylan, I had found that I had even less tolerance for it because the thing with Dylan was; that she wasn’t ugly, she hadn’t been fat and what those girls took it upon themselves to pick on her because what…? They felt threatened by her? Well I would hate to see how they felt when Dylan walks in to that reunion in a few days time.
“So then what happened sweetie?” I asked watching her as her eyes fixed on to a space in the corner of the room, clearly fighting herself not to look at either me or Corey.
“He called me…just like they said he would and said that he was on his way to pick me up, and he asked me to be outside waiting. I stood out on the front porch but the car drove past and the kids inside screamed that there was no way that Jake would ever want to go out with a loser like me,”
“Fucking moronic, assholes!” Corey muttered under his breath causing Dylan to giggle softly. “Hey I got a laugh!” He chuckled flicking her chin softly. “You know that you are worth ten Jake’s right?”
“Now I do!” She admitted pulling back from her best friend and sitting up. “But it was Jeff that made me feel worse than those kids did…” She admitted getting to her feet and moving to the large window; where she popped it open and a cool breeze tore through the gap.
“How so?”
“I had been so attracted to Jeff for so long…he was my first crush, my first love I guess even though he didn’t feel the same I never stopped believing that maybe one day he would look at me the way that I looked at him. You should have heard what he said to me…” Her entire face seemed to brighten as she turned thoughtful obviously trying to conjure the memory of what he had said to her. “He said…hang on…You are beautiful DJ, you are everything that they can’t see; you…you walk in to a room and it brightens, you laugh and I swear I melt, you are so much more than what they see, and you deserve better than that. Then I had wittered on about something then it had struck me he had said that he thought I was beautiful; I questioned him and he had said…I think that you are devastatingly…you are more beautiful than you have ever been led to believe. Looking back on it; it was so clearly a line…”
“I doubt it…that seems to me like only something someone besotted would say,” Corey admitted glancing at me and I could see in his eyes that he truly believed that Jeff had meant what he had said.
“Bullshit…if he had meant what he said why did he run?” Dylan asked as she paced the room.
“What now?” Corey asked clearly finding the actions of the man in question more than a little irritating.
“He kissed me…and I mean he really kissed me; my first kiss and then he just pulled away said he couldn’t and he was sorry then he raced off,”
“How old were you Dyl?” I asked.
“I was fourteen,”
”So that made him what…? Twenty?” I asked.
“Mmhmm,” She nodded her head as she stubbed her cigarette out then instantly lit another.
“Then I would say that he got scared…”
”Scared? Of what?” Corey and Dylan both asked turning to look at me at the same time.
“Think about the age gap honey; what would have happened to him had anyone found out that there was anything going on with you two? He would have been shipped off to jail; he would have been branded names that you don’t want to think about,”
“But he could have talked to her…he didn’t have to leave her like that not after that she had just gone through with that Jake dickhead,” Corey fumed angrily.
“No she’s right Corey…I never thought about that before, but thinking back on it; I could feel his reluctance when he pulled away, I could see the regret in his eyes before he dashed off…oh God do you think that it was possible that I walked away from home for no reason?” Dylan asked instantly panicking. “No…I did the right thing…I couldn’t stay when all that had happened, he was in the wrong; he should never have allowed himself to kiss me, he should never have gotten my hopes up like that and he should have known better,”
The finality in my friends voice told me that she indeed mean what she was saying and once she made up her mind there was no changing it…or at least there was rarely any changing it.
“Claire baby?” Jim appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Yeah handsome?” I turned to look at him and could feel my heart melting suddenly glad that I had never had to deal with anything like what Dylan had.
“Are you coming to bed?”
Looking at Dylan she nodded and told me to head on to bed with my man, that she would be fine with Corey. So hugging her tightly, I told her I would see her in the morning. Bidding Corey goodnight, I headed in the direction of Jim who was smiling widely at me.
Leading the way along the hallway to the bedroom that we always occupied whenever we stayed with our friend in New York. My man’s arms claimed me firmly until I was falling back against his frame; taking the comfort that he offered.
“Everything ok?” He whispered in to my ear as his hand wiped the hair from my neck and effectively turning me to putty in his hold.
“Just old stuff that Dylan is going to be facing when we get to North Carolina,” I admitted succumbing to the rush of desire that swept through me at such a fast rate that I was literally left feeling light headed.
Slowly undressing me, Jim led me to the bed where we fell down; kissing slow and tender, hands roaming each others bodies erotically until I couldn’t wait to have him.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 6, 2008 9:58:13 GMT -6
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 9, 2008 17:31:46 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 4;
The same night; an hour later; Cameron, North Carolina;
Beth’s POV;
Jeff collapsed sweating and panting next to me. If he thought that I didn’t know what came over him at these moments then he didn’t know me very well.
“Beth I need…I have to go…up to Matt’s,” He panted breathlessly next to me as I tried in vain to get my own breath back under control.
“Ok baby, I will…see you when…you get…back,” I replied just as breathlessly as my man. Lying in the bed, I watched as he gathered up his clothing; quickly slipped back in to it and move back to me where he kissed my forehead before leaving me alone.
The flush from my orgasm seemed to spread throughout me until I was feeling slightly buzzed. Jeff was always a good lover but when those emotions came over him; it was so much better than anything that I had ever felt.
I wasn’t a stupid woman; I knew exactly who he was thinking about when he got that wild and out of control. It happened every night they aired a new episode of CSI; New York; the show that starred his old friend, Dylan Moore.
When Jeff and I had met; he had told me that he was trying to get past something that he shouldn’t be feeling, that he was trying to let it go and forget. I had been patient but he had never went in to anymore detail, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with Shannon’s little sister.
It had been the same way since she had first appeared in the show; it had been in to its second season and up until that point Jeff had actually enjoyed watching it, he didn’t watch TV all that much but he had succumbed to the show when I had refused to stop watching it.
After Dylan appeared on screen and it became apparent that she was going to be a long term character; he had slowly stopped watching and the night that had pushed him seemingly over the edge was the episode where Dylan’s character had her first love scene with the character named Flack.
When I questioned him about his reaction to what we had watched on screen he had simply put it down to the fact that he didn’t want to see his best friend’s little sister like that on screen and it had made him uncomfortable but that had been the first time that I had become victim to his wild and passionate love making side.
I knew that I had nothing to worry about; Dylan was engaged to the guy from CSI; New York; Carmine that was his name, and from all articles that I had read the couple were very much in love and happy. So the thought of her arriving here in a week’s time didn’t send any alarm bells off in my head.
Getting up from the bed where Jeff had all but thrown me, I made my way to the kitchen wrapping my robe around me as I went. I grabbed the phone from the cradle and dialed the number of H; hoping that I could talk to her.
I had to do something for Dylan arriving after all; it was down to her that I had just had the most amazing sex.
“Hello?” Came the female reply.
“Hey H?”
“Yes who is this?”
”This is Beth…Jeff’s girlfriend,”
“Oh…hi; how are you?” She asked sounding slightly taken aback by the fact that I had called her.
“I’m very good thanks! How are you?”
”I’m great thanks! Is there something that I can help you with?” She asked as the sound of her lighting a cigarette filtered down the line.
“Actually there was something. I understand that Dylan is coming in to town at the end of the week?”
“Yes that’s right,” She replied cautiously.
“I was wondering if you could tell me what she likes?”
I had to do something; I just had to let her know that I was a huge fan but the underlying reason was to thank her for what she had done for my relationship.
Across town; Whispering Pines;
H’s POV;
I had absolutely no idea why this woman was calling me. I had met her once when Shannon and I had headed over to Jeff’s house to hang out for a little while; it had actually been the day that I had arrived.
Jeff had wanted to see me since it had been so long since we had seen one another and we were family after all. It had been great to see him, but I hadn’t been overly impressed with his girlfriend.
Beth had been with Jeff since Dylan had come out to LA to stay with me and my Family. As much as I had asked Dylan about Jeff there had been no real honest response from my best friend. I knew that she had, had a crush on my much older cousin but from what she had told me; nothing had happened and that was the story that she was sticking too.
From what Shannon had told me about Beth; she was clinging and obsessive. Seemingly Jeff had come out of something that he refused to talk about and jumped straight in to the relationship with Beth. I don’t know why but I figured that, that something had something to do with the reason why my friend had moved out to LA to live with me and my Family.
“I’m not really sure what you are exactly looking for?” I replied feeling more than a little weirded out by this woman’s question.
Jeff had told me that Beth was a huge fan of Dylan; and normally that wouldn’t have set alarm bells off in my head but there was something about what she was asking that left me more than weirded out.
“Well Jeff told me that Shannon was gonna have a BBQ for when she arrived; is there anything in particular that she likes to eat?”
“Uhm…anything Italian,”
”Ok thanks that was all I needed; sorry to bother you so late,”
”That’s ok,” I replied.
“Ok well we will see you Saturday,” She said and hung up leaving me staring at the phone in my hands and Shannon laughing loudly at me.
“What you laughing at?” I asked placing the phone on the ground surrounding his Jacuzzi.
“The look on your face…and that tells me that it was only one person on the phone…Beth?” He chuckled as he slid back in to the water; just as the phone had rang he had headed off the toilet leaving me to answer the call. “How’d I do?”
“How do you know it was her?” I asked sliding further under the water until only my head was sticking out. Feeling the heat of the water slowly warming me up along with the fact that I could barely take my eyes off Shannon.
In the years that we hadn’t seen one another he had gotten much more hot. I mean I had always been attracted to him and he knew it but seeing the man he had become and I was left with an ache deep inside me that I hadn’t felt in the longest time. In fact the last time I had felt this way had been when I had gotten involved with Mark Ruffalo.
“Educated guess,” He continued to chuckle as he slid himself under the water and when he came back up his laugh came back twice as heartily. “It’s just that talking to Beth will do that to your face! What did she want anyway?”
“She wanted to know if there was anything that Dylan specifically liked,”
“What?” He asked me his face creased in to confusion. “Well that is just weird even for Beth,”
“I’m telling the truth man; that is what she asked me…”
”And you said?” He chuckled as I reached for my smokes and lit up hoping that it would ease this weird feeling that I seemed to suddenly have in the pit of my stomach.
“I just told her anything Italian…”
”But that was the truth,” He commented. “Where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled giving me a wink and I all but slid under the water as the thoughts in my head turned more dirty than they really should.
“You’re a very bad man…” I giggled as I quickly regained my composure.
“Why…? ‘Cos I wanted to mess with my little sister or because I made you blush?” He asked me his lips curling up in to the sexiest smile that I had ever seen.
“Honestly?” I asked watching him closely as he nodded his head.
“Always,”
”A little bit of both,” I giggled feeling the heat stinging my face as I licked my lips in a slow motion that had him literally mirroring my movements moments previously.
“Fucking hell H,” He groaned inwardly as his eyes seemed to burn in to my own and I could feel my body ready to give all of myself to him.
“What?” I asked slowly treading through the water until I was inches from his lips, my body placed strategically placed in between his legs; pressed hard in to him. “Did I make you blush?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” He growled as his hands gripped on to my hips and pulled me hard against his frame; where it truly felt like his chiseled features were cutting in to my flesh; making my entire body ache just that little bit more.
It was a soft gentle ache that seemed to take up residence in the pit of my stomach and slowly spread outwards. Hitting every gland on the way leaving me slightly light headed and breathless as the feel of his soft smooth fingers working light gentle lines over the flesh of my hips seemed to slam in to my subconscious until it was all I could to stop myself from telling him to just take me here and now.
“You’re trying to drive me crazy aren’t you?” He growled softly.
“Me? How am I doing that?” I asked leaning in to his ear and whispering in to him so softly that I could feel the tremble as it erupted from his frame and on to my own. “Do you want me to move back over to the other side of the Jacuzzi?”
“Don’t you dare,” He groaned his voice needy in a way that did little to dampen the fire that had began to smolder deep within me.
“All right then,” I slowly snaked my hands up his strong thick arms, until I reached his equally large thick neck and hooked around the back holding myself unbelievably close to him. “I just want…”
”You’re not ready to take this too far?” He asked as if he had read my mind.
”How do you do that?” I asked looking in to his eyes and loosing myself completely. Loosing every ounce of strength in just one glance as those perfect baby blues sparkled back at me in a way that told me he had one thing on his mind.
“A gift I guess,” He chuckled gently lifting one hand to my face and tenderly rubbing over the exposed flesh of my cheek. “I think that since you are going to be my new valet, we need to work on our kissing technique,”
It hadn’t exactly been cast in stone that I was going to be his valet but it had certainly been hinted since Dylan wouldn’t be able to do it, because that would just be weird for everyone involved.
“Does that line ever actually work?” I giggled running my fingers through his blond locks until I was certain that his entire body was shivering desperately.
“I don’t know; you tell me!” He smiled that seductive smile that could land me in the kind of trouble that I hadn’t been in, in the longest time.
“Oh don’t tell me that is the first time that you have used it,” I giggled softly inching myself closer to him until my legs were straddling over his own.
“I haven’t! You were the first…”
“Sure,” I laughed a little harder but without warning his lips were on mine; drawing me in to the most erotic kiss that I had ever felt.
Slowly his tongue inched in to my mouth; grinding against my own tongue at a slow and steady pace as his eyes watched mine for a sign that this wasn’t what I had wanted.
But ever since I had met him, ever since Jeff and Matt had introduced him to me all those years ago; he was the one man that I had always wanted but there had seemed to always be obstacles in the way of us getting together.
We both knew how the other felt, we weren’t what you would call shy or withdrawn with our feelings and there was nothing about the way we were that I didn’t enjoy.
Maybe just maybe now we could finally be in the right place where we could just give in to the things that we had always felt for one another. But it was going to have to go at a slow pace, something that I didn’t know if he was comfortable with or not.
Shannon's POV;
Staring in to those gorgeous green eyes that I knew held the power to make me lose myself completely.
Then out of no where she was pulling away from me, pulling back and those same hypnotic green eyes burning in to mine in a way that told me she wanted to talk.
“What’s on your pretty little mind beautiful?” I asked running my hands up and down her back trying to get my breath back after the most amazing kiss that I had ever experienced.
“Shan I need this to…I am not ready for us to…”
”I know princess, I am ok with that…”
”Are you? I mean really ‘cos it sure feels like you are ready for more,” She replied obviously talking about my raging, throbbing dick between her legs.
“Honey this isn’t nothing new when it comes to you…I hate to be the one to tell you but I am kind of in the millions of men who fantasize about you,” I whispered running my thumb across those strawberry red smooth lips.
Instantly I was rewarded to the feel and sight of her gasping from the way that I was dragging my thumb across the supple flesh of those gorgeous tasteful lips.
“Dude are you telling me that you…?” She started and I nodded my head and smiled sweetly at her causing her to giggle softly. “Well one of these days we are going to have to do a little something about that; aren’t we?” She leant in and whispered in a seductive tone in to my ear.
“Fucking Christ H; are you trying to make me burst on the fucking spot?” I growled running my hand to the back of her head and pulling her towards me; until her lips were inches from my own and I could literally feel my own throbbing with a desperation that only she had ever been able to spark inside me.
“I don’t want you to burst handsome…”
”You want me frustrated beyond believe then?” I asked softly and was rewarded to the feel of her body trembling in my hold and her eyes blinking a few times as she obviously struggled to remain composed. “I’m right, right?”
“Mmm maybe,” She smiled seemingly gathering her composure back as her body gently began to grind in to mine and giving me her real answer as she placed her beautiful smooth lips to my neck.
“Maybe…bullshit! I would say you definitely want me frustrated,” I growled as my hips moved back against hers as if independent from the rest of my body; grounding my cock against her pussy had her moan softly and low in her throat.
“Not frustrated baby; I just want you wild when we do finally come together,” Instantly she stopped moving against me telling me that indeed she was driving to send me insane.
“Honey after ten/twelve long years of wanting you and not being able to have you…it ain’t gonna last long enough for it to be wild,”
”Then we are going to have to pull an all nighter then ain’t we?” She purred softly in to my ear obviously intent on driving me higher in to a heightened state of sexual desire that I just may never recover from.
“An all nighter sounds good to me right about now,” I growled wrapping my arms around her and holding her hard against my body refusing to let her go, refusing to allow this moment to end especially when it had been what I had wanted for as long as I could remember.
Allowing myself to get lost in the things that I felt for her, I thought about all that we had been through to get to this point and there was nothing that could stop us this time; we were both free, we would both be working with one another soon, and spending all our free time together; here was hoping that we were finally getting our break.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 9, 2008 18:03:50 GMT -6
This was a fantastic update!!!! Loved it |
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 14, 2008 11:16:44 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 5;
The same night; New York;
Dylan’s POV;
Corey and I had sat talking for a little while; talking about the past few weeks that we hadn’t seen one another, talking about the things that I was still feeling for Jeff even after all these years. It seemed that no matter how much distance I put between us I couldn’t get him out of my heart and the thought of going back to North Carolina seemed to leave me filling up with a dread that I couldn’t explain.
I was older now; I was wiser when it came to men and their games. I knew that I was being unfair to him but it made me feel like I was handling things much better if I blamed him and told myself that he had just been playing a game.
Because I knew if I allowed myself to believe that he had somehow felt something for me then I would just lose it big time, I would become consumed with the hope that he had wanted me as much as I had wanted him.
“Night chicka,” Corey said as we came to a stop in front of my bedroom door.
”Night Corey,” I smiled as he hugged me tightly and placed a gentle kiss to my cheek.
“It will be ok you know; you are gonna have me, Jim, Claire, Roy and best of all Carmine; we’ll show this Jeff guy that you don’t need him ok?” He tenderly flicked my chin in an affectionate way like he always did when he tried to cheer me up.
“Thanks Corey; I love you mate,”
”Love you too, tiny,” He smiled.
“Oh don’t start with the tiny dude…have you seen yourself lately shorty?”
“Ahh she mocks me; she must be feeling better,” He grinned as he moved along the hallway until he stopped at his door and turned to look at me. “I do love you though,” He whispered back to me.
“I know you do, I love you too. Goodnight,” I gently pushed my door open as he whispered goodnight and disappeared in to his room and I in to my own.
My eyes adjusted to the dim light from the lamp that was by Carmine’s side of the bed, and he was lying with his arms placed behind his head; his gorgeous eyes open and looking at me.
“Did you have a nice time with your friends?” He asked.
“Car please…” I started not in the mood for another argument with him at three in the morning.
“No baby, I was genuinely asking,” He said as I slowly stripped out of my cloths and moved to my side of the bed where I pulled the covers back and climbed under the crisp material; feeling the cold snapping around my half naked body.
“Then I did have a good time thank you,” I lowered my head down on to the pillow as he snuggled in to my back; his arms entrapping me in a warm embrace that seemed to transfer from him and in to me. “Mmm you’re nice and warm,”
“You cold beautiful?” He whispered in to my ear as his lips moved over my flesh slowly causing me to shiver slightly.
“A little bit,” I admitted turning in his arms until I was lost in his almost grey eyes as they seemed to burn in to my own.
“You know what is good to warm you up?” He asked kissing slowly over my neck.
“Mmm make up sex?” I purred feeling my body reacting to him in ways that had scared me when it first happened.
“Mmhmm,” He growled pulling his body away from mine and looking down at me clad in just my underwear. “And since I was the one in the wrong; I think that means you just need to lie back and enjoy,” He groaned running his hands down over my chest and unclipping my front fastening bra; allowing it to fall from my breasts and instantly I could see the hunger flashing in his beautiful eyes.
“That I think I can do,” I smiled as his fingers traced light lines over my nipples which were already hard from the cold but slowly he was causing a desire to simmer in the pit of my stomach that I was powerless to fight.
“Good,” He smiled running his talented fingers down over my panting stomach; ignoring the one place that I was desperate for him to touch he gently lifted my legs until they were resting against his own panting chiseled chest.
Starting at my ankles; his hands trailed painfully slow up my legs; until he was curling his fingers around my ass and groaning a little louder and I was suddenly thankful for the sound proof rooms in this apartment. Moving his fingers up to my hips and hooking around the sides of my thong; his lips moved to my legs and tenderly placed light feather kisses over the flesh until I was becoming more breathless with the thought of what was to come.
In a motion to drive me crazy with desire he began to pull my thong from my legs. Inching down over my flesh, his tongue trailing over the flesh of my legs had me almost instantly turn wet with hunger and desire.
I had only ever had four lovers, Carmine being one of them, but none of them had ever made me feel the things that this man did, the love that we shared was intimate and it was real; nothing that I had ever really felt with the other men that I had been with and I wouldn’t swap what we had for anything that Jeff had ever made me feel.
Scolding myself for thinking about Jeff, I looked in to the eyes of the man who was slowly driving me out of my mind with desire and lust to find that he was watching me closely as he threw my thong to the floor behind him and gently placed my legs back down on to the bed.
“You know that I love you right Dylan?” He asked his voice thick with his need as he slowly lowered himself down on top of me.
“I know! And I feel the same baby,” I whispered curling my hands around his neck and pulling him to a kiss so powerful that I could feel every inch of my body ache to feel him inside me.
By taking his weight on the elbow to the right of my head he used his free hand to trail down over my curves; sending me closer to heaven with every delicate stroke; his movements slow and steady and in complete control of me and the things that he made me feel.
Gliding over my breasts with a finesse that I had never experienced with anyone but him, he moved down over the curves of my hips and gently hooked around my knee; lifting my leg so that it was around his waist and instantly he was growling low and deep as his fingers eased in between his body and mine; finding their way inside my pussy so easily that I knew we were meant to be; the way he would instinctively give me all that I had been desperate for.
Rolling my clit between his fingers; he was going for gold straight off the bat and when my body couldn’t fight it; he smiled as he nipped gently at the swollen body until it erupted all around his fingers.
“Mmmm,” He growled softly as he ran his tongue down over my breasts; lingering over my nipples as his fingers continued to make me cum like never before.
“Car…mmmm oh God baby…right there,” I moaned out as pleasure hit every vein in my body sparking like a lightening storm breaking through night.
My back arched as his eyes found mine easily; just as his tongue began to glide over my ribs until he reached my navel just as my release came crashing to a shivering end.
Carmine's POV;
Letting my teeth nibble gently on her navel bar; tugging on it slightly had her moaning softly as the feel of her release coming to end seemed to shiver from her body to my own as I released the bar and continued on my way until my teeth were nibbling on the inner flesh of her thigh.
But seeing the way her body was panting, feeling the way she was slowly arching from the bed in anticipation had me desperate to taste her, all thoughts of arguments and the things that she was about to endure slipped from my head leaving only one need and that was to satisfy her.
Slamming my tongue deep in to her wet, hot, smooth chamber she arched completely off the bed as I let the entire length of my tongue become embedded inside her; the walls closing around me; gripping on to me tightly only to release me as I dragged out just to slam back in.
Each deliberate movement causing her body to contort in to an even more impossible position. My fingers moved to her ass and pulled her further on to my tongue with every thrust that I inflicted in to her; causing her to turn more wet until her juices were slowly streaming down my throat.
By the time she let go and came for the second time, I had been thrusting my tongue in and out of her for almost an hour but still my need for her wasn’t satisfied.
Running my tongue over the devastating dips and curves of her body until I was level with her face; we literally shared one look before ripping at my cloths until I was naked; pushing her down on to her back; my hands slid up her back and hooked over her shoulders as I slammed the entire length of my dick inside her.
The gasp that escaped her beautiful lips told me that she was comfortable with this going at my pace. My need was desperate and my hunger seemingly insatiable but it had always been that way with her; the things that she made me feel weren’t anything that I had ever felt with anyone before.
At nine years older than her; she still managed to do things to me that no woman before her had ever done. My ex wife wasn’t what you would have called the most enthusiastic of lovers, she had been willing to just lie back and let me do all the work but with Dylan she knew how to keep me satisfied, she knew what to say, what to do to drive me right to the brink of insanity.
Soft pleasure filled moans escaped her beautiful lips as I thundered in to her at a steady pace; giving her all of my cock with each slam; filling her in a way that had her hips rising to meet ever slam that I delivered in to her.
Dragging the entire length of my cock out of her; she looked at me with a wounded glare in her normally calm brown eyes.
“I’m not done yet beautiful,” I growled as my hands reached for her right leg and slowly bent it out across the bed then reaching for her left leg and draping it around my shoulder.
The sweat from both our bodies meshed together taking the heat to an almost fever pitch as she smiled sweetly at me; those gorgeous full plump lips curling up in to the sexy smile that I had fallen for the minute my eyes had met hers.
“Mmmm now this I like,” She purred in a sexy tone as I delivered a quick and hard thrust back in to her pussy which seemed to open up to me without force.
Drawing me so deep that I could feel the friction from the position that I had placed her in to; tight walls gripped the entire length of my dick as I held myself still inside her for a few moments.
“Fuck Dylan…you’re so tight!” I groaned unable to take the ecstasy racing through me, I quickly pulled out only to hammer back in hard and fast until we were both climbing that peak towards explosion.
Slowly bending my head to her breasts; my tongue began to glide over the erect buds; the heat driving higher, the sweat seeping from my body to hers and vice versa as she gave me all the movement that the position would allow her.
As if she was aware of how close I was; her fingers reached for my own nipples and lightly ran circles around the sensitive area leaving me shuddering and exploding so deeply inside her that I was seeing stars and as if she had been waiting for me, her body let go and she erupted with me until all that was left was two panting, sweating bodies collapsed together in exhaustion.
“Mmmm make up sex is the best,” She panted as I slid my limp cock from inside her and collapsed on to the soft mattress of our bed.
“You’re not wrong,” I growled panting as I stared at the ceiling. Over the past few months, we had seemed to just argue over and over again about this whole wrestling thing but every time we made up the sex just seemed to intensify in passion and need.
It was almost as if we were aware that we were going to be apart for God knew how long and neither of us wanted to miss a single moment of being together while we could.
An hour later;
Dylan’s POV;
Carmine had fallen asleep but here I was lying wide awake, the minute my fiancé had fallen asleep my thoughts had turned back to Jeff.
Did he know that I was coming home?
Did he think about me?
Why had he ran all those years ago?
I didn’t want to think about him but the more I just lay here in the dark the more my thoughts seemed intent on driving me crazy, so I slowly slid out of the covers and pulled on some lounging cloths and let myself out of our room and down the stairs to find Roy sitting on the sofa watching late night/early morning TV.
“Hey you,” I said softly as I approached and flopped down on to the sofa next to him.
“Hey,” He turned and smiled at me. I was glad that when we had split up, we had managed to remain friends; close friends at that because it sure made hanging out with Corey all the easier. “Couldn’t sleep?”
Looking at his handsome face, I could still see why I had been attracted to him; he really was a handsome guy. It seemed that I had a thing for men older than me; Roy was thirteen years older than me but it had never proved to be a problem between us. Our relationship had ended because we just couldn’t seem to find the time to spend with one another; it hadn’t been about anything other than that. I was just glad that I could call him my friend.
“Yeah…”
”Nothing changes huh?” He chuckled softly giving me his full attention.
”Hey if I remember correctly you are as bad a sleeper as I am,” I giggled reaching for my smokes and handing him one, which he accepted happily.
“This is true,” He admitted nodding his head. “So what’s on your mind?”
“I just…going home to Carolina you know?” I asked avoiding looking at him because out of all the exes I had; Roy had been the only one who I had been truly open with about my past and he hadn’t ridiculed me for it infact he had been nothing less than supportive.
“You mean seeing Jeff?” He asked instantly reading me the way he always seemed to be able to do.
“I just don’t know…what it is going to be like you know? I don’t know if he will talk to me, I don’t know if he will mention what happened and I don’t even know if I want any of that,”
”But at least you’ll have us with you sugar, you know that we will all do whatever we can to make sure that you don’t get hurt again plus you got Carmine; that man loves you Dyl and nothing you seem to say or do can change that fact,”
“I know and I feel the same way but…”
”You’re still doing that…” He chuckled softly as he reached for the ashtray and placed it between us.
“Doing what?” I asked finally looking at him to see him smiling softly as he turned the TV down until it was almost less than background noise.
“You know all the time that we were together you never once said I love you…”
”I did too…” I objected.
“No what you said was ditto or me too…you never actually said the words…”
”I didn’t?”
”Nope,” He replied inhaling on his cigarette as he watched me closely.
“I’m so sorry,” I said.
“That’s ok! I always got the feeling that there was only ever going to be one man that you would actually consider saying it too…and from that look I can tell I am right,”
Roy never pressured me in to talking, he would always leave me to my thoughts even when we had been together, he had known the point where I wasn’t prepared to talk and I knew in my heart that had been why we had been so close. Slowly I nodded my head as my thoughts turned to what was going to happen in Carolina when I got there.
Was I ready for this?
I was going to have to face Jeff; I was going to have to be in the same room as him and possibly have to talk to him and in all honesty I wasn’t even sure if I was strong enough to handle it. After all I had felt for him; it was hard to tell what was going to happen but I had to suck it up and just deal the best way that I knew how and that was burying my head in the sand and hope for the best.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 14, 2008 11:52:59 GMT -6
Fantastic update!!! I'm dying to see what's gonna happen in Carolina, lol
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 16, 2008 8:20:45 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 6;
A WEEK LATER; Whispering Pines; North Carolina;
H’s POV;
Staring at the dish of lasagna that Beth had just placed in to my hands; I didn’t and couldn’t see what her possible angle was. I knew that there had to be one; considering Shannon said that there was always an angle when it came to his best friend and my cousin’s girlfriend.
From all accounts no one really liked her much, which I figured must be hard for her. Being with a man and not being able to get along with his friends and Family was bound to cause a lot of problems.
Maybe that was what this was about; bringing Dylan a dish of her favorite food in the hope that she could build a friendship. That had to be the angle; it would appear that was the only possible reason as to why she would go out of her way to cook something for someone that she didn’t even know.
But even as I thought that; it didn’t feel right. Something was up with this whole scenario and with no way of knowing if I was right I just looked at Beth and smiled.
“Thank you Beth; Dylan will love it; lasagna is her favorite,” I said trying to remain neutral when I wanted to demand what kind of game she was playing. “Oh and Jeff’s too if I remember correctly,”
Instantly his head was snapping up and glaring at me. Smiling I placed the dish down on the counter as he failed to realize that he had just given me the answer that I had been looking for.
Ever since Dylan came to live with me in LA; I had asked her about what had happened to make her leave Carolina; where she had been happy despite all the bullying that she had to endure, but hanging out with Shannon and his friends had been where she was the most comfortable and happy, she had thrown herself in to wrestling and she was good so when I told Carmine not to worry about it; I had meant it, Dylan could look after herself when it came to fighting in a ring and that was down to my cousins and Shannon.
My head turned to where Shannon was watching me completely clueless as to what was happening here, but in my eyes Jeff had just told me all that I needed to know. Dylan had refused to talk about it; saying that she had gotten fed up with being bullied and having no real friends of her own, but in a way I had always wondered if it had anything to do with my older cousin.
Dylan had always had the hugest crush on him, telling me that she felt lost when it came anything to do with Jeff, whenever he was around she felt weak; like she didn’t know where she was or what she was doing.
It seemed that somehow Jeff felt a spark of something towards Dylan; had he always felt this way about her?
Or was it just because she was famous?
I looked at Shannon and just as I was trying to communicate to him silently, the phone had started to ring loudly. My man moved towards the machine and picked up the receiver obviously thinking that it was Dylan calling to let us know that she had arrived.
My man’s little sister had confessed that she would hire a car to take her and her friends out here; when she had asked Shannon if she could take some friends with her he had whole heartedly agreed. I knew my man had missed his little sister considering they had always been so close, there had been far too many years that had passed where they hadn’t talked and I knew that he wanted to make that up to her in anyway that he could.
Ever since the night in the Jacuzzi a week ago, we had gone out on dates, we kissed, we talked, we laughed and we enjoyed spending time with one another but at my own request nothing had happened between us yet; every night he would walk me to my bedroom door, give me a long passionate kiss that could literally render me incapable to talking let alone walking and then he would leave me alone to sleep in my own bed.
“I don’t know where you got your information but I have absolutely no comment!” Shannon fumed in to the phone before hanging up and turning to look at me.
“What’s wrong handsome?” I asked as Beth disappeared out in to the back yard to talk to Shane’s girlfriend leaving me alone with Jeff and Shannon.
“Woah…woah! Handsome?” Jeff asked looking from me to my man, who happened to be his best friend.
“Yeah get used to it Skittles,” I smiled moving to where Shannon was stood; feeling the building chemistry as his arms encircled me; pulling me hard against his frame.
“Shannon; you want to explain to me what is going on?” My cousin asked sticking his tongue out at me.
“Oh real mature Jeffro,” I giggled as Shannon led the way in to the living room, obviously intent on waiting for his sister to arrive. “Shannon and I are going to give things between us a go…we have liked each other for a long time but it was never the right moment; we were always with someone else, or just leaving each other’s lives; so now that we are going to be working together, and practically living out of each other’s pockets we are sure that we are finally in the right place,”
”You’re rambling; you know that right?” My cousin asked smiling widely as he sat down on the large plush chair in the corner of the room.
“Mmhmm, I am aware of it thank you,” I replied feeling the heat stinging my face as Shannon chuckled and pulled me close to him; where he placed his lips to my head affectionately.
“Well you know that I am happy for you both,” Jeff smiled happily as he fell back in the chair and stared at the ceiling. The sigh that escaped his lips was heavy and it told me that he was nervous.
I looked to Shannon who looked to his best friend and back to me then kissed me and got up and walked out of the room.
“Wait Shan; who was on the phone?” I called after him causing him to turn and look at me.
“It was the media,” He replied. “But I refused to comment, so just relax and don’t worry about it ok?” He asked. Nodding my head, I knew that I couldn’t worry about it because the minute I did that was the minute they won and there was no way that I was going to allow them to ruin my time here.
I watched him until he disappeared out in to the back yard and closed the patio doors behind him giving me the privacy I needed to talk to my cousin.
“Spill it,” I said content in knowing that we were alone.
“Excuse me?” He asked lowering his head until he was looking at me.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked throwing him a cigarette before lighting my own. “And if you say that it is nothing to do with Dylan then I am gonna brain you right here and now,” I said inhaling deeply on my cigarette and watching as he seemed to mirror my movements.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” He replied avoiding looking at me, which I knew to be a sure fire sign that whatever was on his mind had everything to do with our impending guest.
“That is bullshit and you know it!” I snapped. This was beyond ridiculous; Dylan was tight lipped about what had happened, and now Jeff…my Family was lying to me about what ever had happened between them.
“Woah honey; what the hell has gotten your panties in a twist?” He asked finally letting his eyes meet my own.
“I am fed up with being lied too…you are lying and don’t you dare insult my intelligence by saying that you aren’t lying to me right now and my best friend, Dylan has refused to talk about what caused her to come live in LA. Well I am done I don’t want to hear anything but the truth from this moment on…so spill it!” I demanded angrily.
I could see the uneasy feeling masking his features, I could see that he felt more than uncomfortable about being put on the spot like this but right in this moment, I didn’t care. Like I had said, I was done with being lied too from not only my best friend but from my Family too.
Jeff's POV;
I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t surprised that Dylan hadn’t told my cousin what had happened. The two of them were tight, they were best friends and I knew that they told each other everything else that happened in their lives. So to hear that she hadn’t opened up about what had gone down between us seemed to leave me feeling more than a little stunned.
Looking at my little cousin to see that she was watching me expectantly; obviously waiting to hear what I was going to say. I could lie to her, I could make up a story about not knowing why Dylan had left but as I watched her I knew there was no way that she was going to buy that.
“Don’t make a big thing of it ok?” I asked watching her running her hand through her hair.
There was no denying that she had grown in to a beautiful woman, and it wasn’t hard to see why men fell at her feet. It had been far too long since she had been out to visit. In fact the last time she had been out here, had been the summer before the winter when Dylan had left.
“Ok,” She nodded her head and watched me closely. Trying to tell if I was lying I knew that much.
“Things just got out of control…” I started thinking back to the day that we had kissed, to the day that I had kissed her, to the day when I couldn’t fight my feelings for her and once again I was left feeling ashamed for allowing myself to fall for someone so much younger than myself.
“What does that mean? Got out of control? You better not have hurt her Jeffro…”
“I didn’t…I mean I don’t…if I did it was never my intention,” I stumbled. I had no idea what she had felt for me, so I had no idea if kissing her and running off like I had; had hurt her but even as I thought it I knew that I was being stupid; I mean Jesus the girl took off and literally moved to LA.
“What did you do?” My cousin demanded moving forward in her seat until she was on the very edge and glaring at me.
“I kissed her…”
”That was all?” She asked flicking her cigarette in the ashtray but not once taking her eyes from mine.
“What…? Of course it was all…Jesus that was enough; she was six years younger than me H; I should never have…how could I have fallen for someone so much…”
”You fell for her?” H asked me her eyes still burning in to mine as I instantly realized that I had finally admitted it out loud to someone; instantly the weight that had been crushing my chest all these years seemed to lift slightly.
“Yeah. I really fell for her…hard!” I admitted hanging my head as I was instantly reminded of how much younger than me she had been. “I didn’t…it wasn’t something that…I would never have acted on it but she was…crying so hard and I just wanted to make her…”
“Feel better?” H asked me as she moved so that she was sat in front of me on the edge of the table and watching me with a sadness in her eyes that seemed to reflect in to pity.
“Yeah! But I couldn’t…when I thought about what I was doing, I just couldn’t, so I said sorry and just took off,”
”Jeff!” She scolded me in a tone that reminded me of her Mother. It was more than obvious that H had grown in to a beautiful assured woman, who held the right amount of self esteem and courage that would make her an amazing wrestler.
“What?” I asked looking at her in the same way that my question came out of my mouth.
“Don’t pull that little boy lost shit with me Mr. You kissed her, you let her think that you liked her then you stop the kiss and say sorry then run off…? Fucking men I swear to God; where exactly were you when they handed out the brains…? Did you just completely miss the brain queue and head straight for the dumb, dumb store and stock up extra hard on the stupid?” She demanded causing me to laugh a little too loudly as she just stared at me questioningly.
“Hey!” I managed to get out as my laughing increased just as the front doorbell rang. “You’d better get that,” I said nodding my head in the direction.
“I will but don’t think that this conversation is over; you get me?” She asked getting up and striding across the flooring until she was stood by the front door.
“Got you loud and clear, Sergeant Major,” I chuckled which earned me a quick and fluid flip of the bird before she pulled the door open and was instantly greeting the men and one woman that Dylan had allowed to be a part of her life.
“Where is she?” H asked as she came to Dylan’s fiancé; Carmine Giovinazzo from the show that she had been on for a little over a year now.
“She’s is just talking to some of the paparazzi that have taken up residence outside,” He replied.
“The pap are here?” H asked sighing heavily.
I knew that it was something that both girls didn’t like all that much, and they rarely to never entertained the media hungry stalkers, but when they did it was obvious to give themselves a little breathing room from the relentless attention.
“’Fraid so sugar,” Carmine said as the two hugged obviously they knew each other well and were close but I wouldn’t have expected anything less.
When it came to my cousin and Dylan, most men would die to have them in their lives the way the two girls were in these peoples lives.
“Where is she?” Shannon bounded in to the living room, his voice excited as he literally bounced on the balls of his feet.
“She will be in, in a few dude,” Corey Taylor chuckled as he watched Shannon’s excitement all but bubble over the surface and manifest in to full blown mania.
“What’s she doing?” My best friend asked his little sister’s best friend who chuckled softly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
“She is talking to the press Shannon,” Carmine informed his soon to be brother in law. Because if all media accounts were correct Dylan and this man were going to be married soon. Neither party’s people had issued a statement and it was something that told me that it would be a while yet before they made it down the aisle.
Shannon smiled and called me over to introduce me to the people in the girls, that I felt I was drowning in, life. Carmine first who smiled and happily offered me his hand which told me that he had no idea of what had happened between us.
Roy Mayorga was next and he had a slight hesitation in taking the hand that I offered which told me that he could possibly know some of it; considering the fact that he had dated Dylan for a little while. Next was Jim Root who like Carmine seemed happy enough to shake my hand and just accept my welcomes. Then however it came to Corey and the girl named Claire who both hesitated long before taking my hand and giving me a less than courteous hello and how are you before turning to Shannon and H, who was being smothered by Corey who was telling her it had been too long since he had seen her.
Shannon invited everyone out to the back yard to meet the other guests. Everyone bar, Corey and Carmine agreed to go out to the pool area in the back yard, so off they went, leaving me alone with Corey; Dylan’s best friend, Carmine; Dylan’s fiancé and H who was also Dylan’s best friend.
Carmine seemed happy enough to take a seat on the sofa next to H, while Corey stood at the window looking out on to the driveway obviously making sure that his best friend was ok. The air seemed to turn heavy with tension, I knew that Corey knew what had gone down, and I couldn’t blame him for wanting to protect his best friend, H now knew too which meant that she wanted to talk to me to see where my head was at and Carmine was just seemingly happy to be here.
The door opened and in she breezed; my eyes found her for the first time in ten years and I wasn’t prepared for the sudden rush of feelings that raced through my veins at the sight of her.
There was no blond hair that she had when she was younger, replaced with long black locks with red and purple panels that seemed to break up the darkness of the black, her flesh where it had once been milky white was more tanned, her body more curvious than I had been prepared to admit when watching her on screen. Large beautiful dark brown eyes were masked with charcoal eye makeup making them stand out a little more brightly; or so it seemed. Beautiful plump strawberry colored lips that begged for attention. Instantly her eyes met mine, before she turned away and let herself be encased in Corey’s hold who had moved to her leaving Carmine sitting on the sofa.
H got up and moved to her best friend as I wondered what the deal with Corey, Dylan and Carmine was because it seemed that Carmine was happy to allow another man welcome her back in to the fold. If she were mine I wouldn’t be happy about this. Instantly scolding myself for thinking that way, I knew that there was no way I could deny the still strong sting in my veins at the sight of her, the racing of my heart, the dryness in my mouth and the sweating that seemed to break out all over my body.
Oh God; I was straight back to square one. God help me! I am in major trouble here and there doesn’t seem to be anyway to fight it.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 16, 2008 11:27:37 GMT -6
Fantastic update!!! <3 it ^_^
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 20, 2008 5:01:40 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 7;
Dylan’s POV;
My eyes met Jeff’s almost instantly, and I was, as always, drowning in the majestic power that they held. Tearing my gaze out of his, as my heart quickened in pace at just how good he looked. As a grown man; he had filled out, he had grown in to his looks in a way that could still literally send me in to some kind of seizure.
Tightening my grip on Corey who was holding me close, I knew that I should be looking at Carmine, I knew that I should be seeing my fiancé the way that I was seeing Jeff but as always I was lost in the power that my old crush had, lost in the things that he had always made me feel.
“Dylan!” The sound of my brother’s voice called through his home.
“Brace yourself honey,” H warned me as Corey slowly let me go before giving me a quick supportive squeeze.
“Hey you,” I giggled as he literally speared me right in the middle of his living room. “Woah dude,” I laughed a little harder as the other’s seemed to appear in the entrance to the living room.
All the people that I had missed much more than I had ever predicted that I would. Matt, Shane, Patrick, Gil; Matt and Jeff’s Dad, a girl that I didn’t recognize, Stacey; Shane’s long term girlfriend, Johnny, and his girlfriend, Lanie.
Then as if I was seeing her for the first time; my Mom; our Mom. Slowly breaking the crowd she moved towards where Shannon was still holding on to me in a bear like hug that was literally pinning my arms to my sides and refusing to allow me to move in anyway.
“Mom!?” I whispered softly.
“Yeah she’s here,” Shannon announced as he pulled back to look at me.
“Yeah behind you, I know,” I giggled as his arms opened from around me; touching his face softly I smiled at him, not realizing just how much I had missed him. “I will talk to you in a little bit,”
”Ok brat,” He chuckled flicking my chin as he took the arm rest of the chair where Jeff was sitting as I came face to face with my Mother, who I hadn’t really seen since I moved away. She had flown out to LA a couple of times but due to me trying to get my career up and going; I hadn’t been able to spend much time with her until she had just stopped coming at all.
No one could have blamed her for her decision; I know for a fact I wouldn’t have kept trying when I know that I had made it look like I didn’t want anything to do with her but that really hadn’t been the case.
I had just been so determined to make something of myself, to make everyone in this God forsaken place see that I was someone, that I didn’t need to belong with anyone here because I could make it on my own and I had wanted especially Jeff to see that I didn’t need him, that I didn’t need his pity kiss, I didn’t need him to pretend to be nice to me and I sure as hell didn’t need him to make something of myself.
My eyes landed on Carmine; and for the first time I was seeing all that he had done for me; he had accepted me, he loved me, he supported me, he allowed me to be the woman that I was and he wasn’t worried that he was nine years older than me, he didn’t mind that I was younger and he didn’t care what anyone thought of that.
“I’m glad you are home baby girl,” My Mom whispered wiping the hair from my face before devouring me in to her embrace.
“I’m glad to be home Mom,” I whispered as I hugged her back; clinging to her hoping that I was going to get through this visit unscathed and with my dignity intact because as my eyes seemed to be automatically drawn to Jeff; I knew there was the strong possibility that I was going to become lost all over again.
“You look good sweetie,” She said pulling back to look at me; her eyes drinking in the difference in my appearance; her soft hands cupping my face in a Motherly gesture.
It had been ten long years and I wasn’t the same little girl who had left here, and I sure as hell didn’t look the same. I had opted to get rid of the bleach blond locks that seemed to be something of a Family trait; I had replaced them with black locks and purple and blood red panels that seemed to cut through the over all dark that I had chosen. I had lost a lot of weight but managed to keep my curves, which I was thankful for. I had tattoos that I had sworn I would never get because it just looked too painful.
“Come on Sandra stop hogging the girl,” Gil said from behind my Mom. “I want a hug from the big movie star,”
“Gilbert; how are you sir?” I asked as my Mom let me go and I was instantly embedded in the older man’s arms where the scent of tobacco brought me back ten years, to when I had loved hanging out with this man, he had become almost a surrogate Father to Shannon and I when we had lost our own Father.
Gilbert’s smell was the kind of smell that always managed to make me feel calm, like I was at home and protected and I found that once again I had missed it much more than I thought I had.
“Hey enough of that sir shit…it’s just Gil remember?” He pressed pulling back to look at me. “My God you have sure grown,” He said smiling that big smile that always cheered me up no matter what.
“Sorry, how have you been Gil?” I giggled softly as my eyes landed on Corey stood next to where Carmine was sat. My best friend was watching me, making sure that I was ok, and making sure that I was dealing ok.
Corey had always been over protective of me, and I knew that him coming here would result in him looking out for me a little more than normal.
By the time I had hugged and said hi to everyone, it was just me, Carmine, Shannon and our Mom stood in the living room, looking at one another, a Family broken but suddenly thrust back together and I knew that I didn’t want anything to come in between that again. I wanted my Family back in my life, I wanted to build up what we had lost and I wanted them to know that me leaving had never been about me not loving them.
“Mom this is Carmine; my fiancé,” I said looking at my Mom as she stood from the sofa where she had sat. “Carmine this is my Mom Sandra,” I introduced them both.
“Hi Mrs. Moore it’s a pleasure to meet y…” Carmine started to say as he extended his hand to her.
”Call me Sandra; you are going to be Family soon enough,” My Mom said hugging him as she completely ignored his hand.
I knew that she would accept him, my Mom had always instilled in Shannon and myself that when we fell in love to do it out of love, to do it out of friendship, she said that looks come and go but being married to someone that you could actually talk to was what counted. I remember her once telling me that age was nothing but a number, that it didn’t matter how old or how much of an age gap there was; as long as it was love.
Suddenly I couldn’t stop myself from looking out to the back yard where everyone was and my eyes seemed to find his automatically, there was no effort as we both locked on to one another at the same time and once again I was drowning, loosing all that I was in the one man who had always managed to render me to a quivering mess with just one look.
Corey's POV;
I could see the way that they were looking at one another, I could see the sparks flying whenever their eyes met and I could see the effect it was having on both of them.
Maybe Dylan had been right, maybe coming back here really hadn’t been the best idea, no matter how many of her friends were with her because it was more than apparent that what they felt for one another had only strengthened in the years that they had been apart.
Looking around the back yard, I saw Roy watching the scene just as closely as I was and Claire too, then across the yard there was H looking from Jeff to inside the house where Shannon, Dylan, their Mother and Carmine were talking, getting introduced and getting caught up on the years that had passed.
Happy that Roy and Claire were together, I moved over to where they were stood near the side of the pool, watching the scene unfolding. Jeff’s girlfriend seemed to be completely unaware of the situation as she talked to the woman who had been introduced to us as Shane Helm’s girlfriend Stacey.
“You know this is going to end badly,” Claire announced as I approached her as she glanced over to the other side of the pool where Jim was talking to Johnny Yow who was apparently an old friend of Jeff’s.
“I have a bad feeling too,” I admitted.
“I think you guys are over reacting,” Roy announced looking away from his ex and Jeff and looking from me to Claire who looked at him with the same look of disbelief on her face that was on my own.
“Oh you weren’t in there?” I asked forgetting for a few moments about my best friend and the man she had been in love with for the majority of her life. “You didn’t feel the sparks, you didn’t feel the air being sucked out of the room when their eyes met and you didn’t feel the chemistry?”
“What? Of course I felt all of those things, but you know Dylan…that girl can hide her feelings better than anyone we know,” Roy announced. “I mean sure it was slightly obvious in there, but give her a chance to get used to what she is feeling again and I can assure you that she will hold her head high and she will hide what she is feeling,”
“I hope you’re right…” Claire announced as Jim approached and wrapped her up in to his arms tightly.
“What we talking about?” He asked planting his lips down on to her neck where she shivered and smiled brightly.
It was more than apparent that they were meant for one another, their attraction had been instant, they had been nothing short of ripping each others cloths of the first time she had clapped eyes on him and vice versa. And here they were a couple years later, still together and their love stronger than ever.
“Not much,” I said nudging Roy pulling his gaze away from Dylan and Jeff, who were still seemingly lost in each other’s eyes. “We’re just talking about how calm Dylan seemed to be back home…right Roy?”
“What…? Oh yeah…real calm,” My friend smiled causing Claire to giggle slightly as Dylan called us inside.
The four of us moved towards the patio doors that led in to the kitchen and finally in to the living room where she was stood with her Mom; having pulled her eyes from Jeff’s she was seemingly happy to bury herself in to her Family for the time being.
Jeff's POV;
It was still there, the connection, the chemistry and the attraction…it was all there, everything that I had tried so hard to fight and bury was still as strong as it had ever been, if not stronger.
Every time I thought I could get away from it, my eyes were drawn to her, drawn to the woman that she had become, the strong, self assured, self confident and independent woman that she hadn’t been when she stayed here.
I had to wonder if she had indeed stayed here would she be this sexy amazing and happy woman before me?
Or would she have crumbled under the weight of the bullying that she had suffered at the hands of her peers in school?
My eyes traveled over her outfit, up over the skin tight faded and ripped stonewash jeans, to her black vest top the outfit simple and stunning at the same time. The way the material seemed to cut in to her dips and curves left me wondering what it would feel like to kiss her now that she was a woman, what would it feel like to touch her, to make love to her, to strip her of those cloths, to hear her moaning, to hear her screaming my name.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind as I felt my own body reacting to the images in my head, the images from the last episode of CSI; New York that Beth had watched, the episode where Dylan had her first love scene, the episode that I had claimed I couldn’t watch but had watched through the window of our home. My jeans began to tighten, my body broke out in goose bumps, my breath raced away from me and my heart thundered madly against my chest wall.
Inside my best friend’s house, Dylan was introducing her Mom to the people that she now shared her life with, her body claimed in to the arms of Carmine where she seemed to fit perfectly, almost like she belonged with him.
But no, she didn’t belong with him, she didn’t love him and the only reason I knew that she didn’t was because I could see the same hunger in her eyes that flashed in my own and there was no way that I was going to deny what I felt anymore.
All I had to do was find a way in, find a way to let her know how I felt, how I had always felt.
The group inside broke apart as Dylan started talking, her hands moving in an animated way that she had always used when she was younger, it was an action that I had used to love watching. I always thought that it showed how passionate a person she was and now was no different as I watched Shannon and their Mother Sandra move to her and wrap both her and Carmine up in to their embraces.
What was that?
Was something going on?
They were all moving through the house and moving out in to the back yard, where Shannon announced that Dylan was staying for a full two weeks and in that time, she wanted to get back all that she had lost by moving away from the area at such a young age, and that he supported her decision.
My eyes gripped hers in a lock as she moved towards me and just when I thought that she was going to talk to me, she walked straight past me; her eyes burning through me as she came to a stop in front of Shane and his girlfriend who was talking to Beth.
“You must be Beth,” Dylan said holding her hand out to my girlfriend.
”Yes I have to say I am a huge fan,” Beth gushed standing up and shaking Dylan’s hand firmly.
“Oh thank you, I really appreciate that. Shannon said that you were the one who brought me the lasagna, I just wanted to come over and say thank you…it’s one of my favorites,” She smiled that thousand watt smile that could literally render any grown, full blooded male to his knees in the shake of a tail.
“You are welcome, it was a pleasure…it’s one of Jeff’s favorites too,” Beth announced looking over to me but I could see Dylan’s body tense at the mention of my name just as Beth started to wave me over. “You remember my boyfriend right?”
“Mmhmm, hi Jeff,” She said as I approached slowly and cautiously, I had no idea how I was going to be received with her, and I had no idea if she would even talk to me.
“Hey DJ, it’s good to see you kid,” I said and instantly wanted to slap the stupidity out of myself. Kid? Had I really just called her kid?
“You too dude,” She replied slipping in to an old friend mode, as she hugged me but I could feel her heart hammering madly against her chest as our upper bodies came in to contact for the first time in ten years and once again I was catapulted back in time to how I had felt when we had kissed.
The feel of her lips on my cheek, seemed to leave me trembling just as badly and when she pulled back from me her eyes lingered in mine for a few minutes longer than what was necessary and here I was hoping that somehow I hadn’t gotten it wrong and she was attracted to me.
“How’ve you been?” I asked not prepared to let her walk away just yet.
“I’ve been good thanks, you?” She asked trying to remain calm when I could see that she was becoming flustered as her fingers laced together and she started clicking her bones; it was something that she had always done when we were kids when she was uncomfortable and it seemed that she hadn’t changed in that respect.
“Dylan?” Corey Taylor obviously knew her pretty well and recognized the signs too as he called her over to him.
“I’m sorry guys, it was good to see you Jeff and thanks once again Beth,” Dylan said smiling brightly causing everything around me to turn dull in the aftermath of her stunning smile.
“You’re welcome,” Beth smiled watching her head away as my eyes drank in the beauty of her frame, until I was struggling to remain composed and in control, my dick was throbbing desperately and there was nothing I could do but shift around uncomfortably trying to hide it from view of everyone in the party. “She seems really nice,” Beth announced from my side.
“Yeah she is,” I replied trying to sound absentminded but knowing that I was failing miserably.
All I could do was watch as Corey’s arms claimed Dylan’s frame in to him and both rocked from side to side as he whispered in her ear and she laughed infectiously until I was smiling like an idiot and knowing that I was in more trouble than I had ever been before.
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Post by HarleyMac on Sept 21, 2008 4:18:31 GMT -6
Still Can’t Get Over You;
Chapter 8;
A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER; City Limits;
Carmine’s POV;
Shannon had suggested that we all head out to the bar for a few drinks. The BBQ had wound down, Matt and Jeff’s Father had headed home, as had Sandra; Shannon and Dylan’s Mother.
Which had left the younger members of the BBQ at a loose end until Shannon had suggested that we all head out to City Limits the bar where from all accounts Dylan’s Family and friends frequented quite a bit.
Looking around the bar, my eyes landed on Shannon and H; wrapped up together as they talked to Jim and Claire who were as equally loved up as the couple they were chatting too.
Matt had disappeared when his eye caught that of a pretty blond somewhere in the crowd. Johnny, Patrick, Stacey, Shane and Johnny’s girlfriend Lanie were sat at a booth behind where I was sat with Jeff and Beth.
Dylan was at the bar with Corey and Roy; all three of them were doing shots and without so much as a problem, my girl was seemingly drinking her two friends under the table causing me to chuckle.
Dylan was something else, she could hang with the boys, which she seemed more comfortable doing; she could pretty much do anything that she set her mind too so I don’t know why I was so upset about her doing this wrestling thing.
It wasn’t like she couldn’t look after herself; hell the girl was tougher than most men I knew, she was ballsy and took crap from no one but the thought of her getting in that ring in a few months time still left me feeling a dread that I couldn’t explain.
When we had told Shannon and their Mother what she had planned, both had taken it so well that Dylan had relaxed and seemed to grow that little bit taller as she basked in their encouragement and praise. But she didn’t want anyone else to know that she was doing this, she didn’t want her old friends to know anything about it until she was ready to join the company as a full fledged wrestler and that was something that we had all agreed too.
“That doesn’t bother you?” Beth asked me as she let her frame fall against Jeff’s who seemed to be drowning his sorrows in the bottle of Vodka Ice that he was nursing.
“What?” I asked looking at the pretty brunette in front of me as she and her man took up the space across from me in the booth we had occupied.
“Seeing Corey and Dylan so touchy feely?” She asked as I glanced back across at my girl and her best friend who had there arms entwined; as you would do when drinking Champagne with a lover; they were both smiling and trying hard to down their shot quicker than the other.
“Honestly it did in the beginning but what you or most people don’t see is that they are friends; they are best friends, he is the one who is there for her whenever something bad happens, he is the one that she really opens up to…”
”She doesn’t open up to you?” Jeff asked glancing over to the bar where Corey and Dylan were laughing as they both urged Roy to drink a pint of Jack Daniels in one go.
“Not about everything no,” I admitted turning my attention back to my companions. “The thing that anyone needs to know about Dylan and Corey is that to be in a relationship with one of them means that you are in a relationship with both and where it once bothered me; it really doesn’t anymore,”
“I don’t know if I could handle that,” Beth commented glancing over to the bar then turning back to look at me. “I mean I love Jeff to bits but if he was that close with another girl I think it would drive me crazy,”
“It’s amazing what you can do when you love someone with all that you are,” I replied. I loved Dylan more than I had ever loved anyone and I would do anything that I had to, to ensure that she was happy and if that meant going along with her plan to join the WWE then I would do it. I may not be happy about it but I would support her.
“Doesn’t the age gap bother you?” Jeff asked looking directly at me once he had torn his eyes away from the bar.
“Honestly; I thought that it would be a problem but it’s really not…when it’s right, you just know it,” I replied holding his gaze as his face seemed to flush and he looked away.
Was Jeff the reason that Dylan left?
Was he the guy that she had ran away from?
Was he the guy that had hurt her?
“Why do you ask?” I asked watching him closely, watching for his reaction, waiting to see what he would say and to see if it would give me the answers to my thoughts.
“No reason, I just know that you are what…? Nearly ten years older than her; it is a pretty big gap don’t you think?” He asked his eyes meeting my own and I was at a loss as to what I had thought moments earlier; his eyes never once giving away anything from the past or the way that he was feeling.
“Jeff!” Beth exclaimed.
“It’s ok Beth. I think I know what is going on here,” I stated wondering if I could get to him through this remark but still nothing; no flash of fear at being rumbled, no flash to anything other than a cool and calm exterior.
“You do?” She asked looking from me to her man who held my gaze refusing to be intimidated.
“Yeah…I mean he was good friends with Dylan for a long time right…?” I asked and he nodded his head willing me to continue. “I guess he is just looking out for her, making sure that she isn’t going to get hurt, right?”
“Right,” He nodded his head but there was something not right about the way he was so calm and collected that didn’t ring true with me.
I was always good at figuring people out, making sure that I knew how to read them and to see what they were really saying seemed to be something that came with being an actor, you just got used to seeing when people were putting on an act.
And in Jeff it was there, it was faint but it was there. Maybe I had been right, maybe he was the one who had hurt Dylan all those years ago but I was damned if I was going to allow it to happen again, she was with me now and that was where she was planning on staying.
The sound of the woman in question laughing seemed to ring through the bar until it wrapped around me and caused me to look across at her, just at the same time as Jeff turned and followed my gaze.
If he wasn’t the one who had hurt her all those years ago, it was clear that he was attracted to her now; but that didn’t surprise me in the slightest. Most men upon seeing or meeting Dylan would sell their souls just for one touch or one smile.
“So you and Beth…?” I asked turning my attention to Jeff as Dylan poured up another round of Jack Daniel’s shots and handed them to Roy and Corey who were already swaying in a drunken state that couldn’t be denied causing Dylan to smile devilishly at them before downing her drink and slamming the glass to the bar before they even had their glasses half way to their mouths.
“Mmm?” Jeff tore his eyes away from her and looked back to me.
“You guys been together long?” I asked.
“Just coming up to ten years,” Beth gushed happily.
It was obvious to me that she loved her man, that she would do anything for him but he wasn’t so easy to read considering the fact, that I was overly sure that he wanted my girl.
Jim's POV;
I loved this girl in my arms, I knew that I was going to spend the rest of my life loving her and wanting to be with her. I wanted to ensure that she was safe, that she was happy and content. It was something that I had never felt with a woman before; it was something that would have scared me shitless before I had met her.
But the cool and calm way that she had walked in to my life had rendered me in to a fumbling idiot until I had just blurted out one night that I had fallen for her. It was a revelation that I had been worried would earn me a very swift; get real loser! But instead she had confessed that she felt the same way about me.
And the rest they say is as they say history. We were happy, sickeningly happy; I knew that because Corey and Dylan were forever poking fun at us but I didn’t care, I had no regard for what other people thought. All I cared about was in my arms right now, resting against me and taking all the support and comfort that I was offering.
Looking across at the couple we were talking too and I could see the same expressions on their faces, they were completely lost in the things that they were feeling for one another. Their body language told me that this was a fairly new development.
“You know you guys look great together,” Claire announced from somewhere in my frame; I always felt like a giant next to her; my six foot; six inched frame seemed to tower over her much smaller five foot; two inched frame. “Normally when new couples get together it is kinda awkward you know?”
“Yeah,” H replied nodding her head.
I liked all the women that were in my life by way of Claire, Dylan was an awesome girl who loved to cut loose and have as much fun as she could, but she knew when to calm down, and be responsible.
H was the more level headed of the three women, she liked to cut loose as much as Claire and Dylan but at the same time she was almost like the Mother hen; making sure that everyone else was ok and safe.
“We have kind of been trying to get together for the past ten years,” Shannon announced.
Dylan’s big brother seemed to be a good guy; it was clearly obvious for everyone to see that he was highly protective of his little sister; when he kept glancing over to the bar where she was doing shots with Corey and Roy; all three happy and laughing as I got the feeling that Corey was trying to keep his best friend’s mind from something.
But whatever it was; neither Corey nor Dylan had explained it to me, and I knew for a fact that Roy knew what was up as did Claire and possibly H. I didn’t mind that there were secrets; because I knew that Dylan found it hard to trust and it took her a long time to build a bond to the point where she did fully trust people and I just hadn’t, had that much time to get to know her properly.
“I’m gonna go join the three amigos, you want to come or are you gonna stay here?” Claire asked pulling back and looking up at me with those devastatingly beautiful blue eyes that could literally rip through my heart in a second with just one glance.
“I’m not really in the mood to get too drunk tonight so I think I will stay away from temptations path and talk to Shannon and H if they don’t mind,” I turned to look at the couple I had spent the majority of the night talking too.
“Well I need to go talk to my cousin, so you could keep my little reject company?” H said running her fingers up over Shannon’s chest who was instantly and very clearly affected by the action.
“Sure, I don’t mind if he doesn’t,” I smiled as Claire leaned up and turned my head to hers; brushing her soft smooth lips over my own had me reacting as I always seemed too when she decided to turn it on.
Good God, isn’t it the end of the night yet? I pondered to myself as she sashayed off towards where our friends were quite literally propping the bar up. My eyes burned with the image of her defined hips swaying as she moved, the long almost blood red of her hair gathering and fall behind her shoulders as she reached her destination and was pulled in to a hug by Corey as Dylan began to lean in to Roy clearly getting buzzed finally.
“…she can sure hold her drink,” Shannon chuckled glancing over to where his sister was having fun and in all honesty it was something that I hadn’t seen her do for quite some time.
The arguments that she and Carmine had been having of late seemed to weigh her down because as hard as she tried she couldn’t seem to get through to him that she could do this with no problems, that she could fight in a ring with the best of them.
My eyes moved over to where H was leaning on the table where Carmine had been sat with Jeff and Beth. It wasn’t that Carmine was a bad guy; he just didn’t understand her need to do this, her wish had always been to get in to a wrestling ring; that much I did know about the girl.
“You have no idea,” I chuckled remembering the time when we were touring with Slipknot for one of the festivals a couple months ago. “You know we were in the UK a couple of months back…”
”Dyl was with you?”
“Oh yeah! We were doing the Download festival and she…I swear to God dude, she put Joey Jordison to shame…drank him right under the table, he couldn’t believe it…he tried to redeem himself the next night only to end up more frustrated than ever and becoming the major source of some ribbing,” I chuckled remembering it as clear as day. “He just kept challenging her to drink more, until he was literally falling down all over the place much to her amusement,”
”I can imagine; but she was always like. If there was anything that we did she had to try it too you know…she would perfect it until she was better than most of us,” Shannon admitted smiling at his little sister as she started dancing.
Clearly she was trying to push something out of her head because I had only ever seen her get this drunk after the arguments with Carmine.
“She really is a tough act to follow and tough as most men I know,” I admitted as I chuckled when the girl in question climbed on to the bar and began to do a sexy little dance.
“She do that often too?” Shannon chuckled as he looked away from his little sister who was perfectly safe as Corey, Roy and Claire kept an eye on her.
“I’ve seen her do worse,” I admitted as I looked away from them and my eyes seemed to land on Jeff and H who were talking intimately in a corner but Jeff was watching the bar and when I turned back to the bar I could clearly see his line of vision was focused intently on the one and only Dylan.
“Oh really?” Shannon chuckled obviously unaware of the fact that his best friend was watching his little sister with a look that I could only describe as love.
Was that what she, Corey, Roy and Claire had been discussing all the way here?
Was that why their conversations had always stopped when I came in to the picture?
Did Dylan feel the same?
Was that what she was drinking to forget?
“Mmhmm,” I nodded as my thoughts seemed to place everything together.
All the hushed conversations, all the secrecy, all the apprehension on Dylan’s part about coming back here. It was all down to something that she was feeling for Jeff Hardy.
“Anything that you want to share?” Shannon asked.
“Oh dude trust me; you’re her big brother you really don’t want to hear some of the things that she has done,” I chuckled watching him as his eyes landed on H who had managed to catch Jeff’s attention and keep it from Dylan.
“See now that is just wrong,” Shannon chuckled softly as he smiled at me. “I am gonna go join H and Jeff, you want to come with…?”
“Nah I am gonna go join my woman,” I smiled back and bid him farewell as I approached the bar where Dylan was slowly becoming the night’s entertainment for almost every male in the vicinity. “Hey sexy,” I whispered stepping up behind Claire as she watched her friend making sure that she didn’t fall of do anything stupid while on the bar.
It wouldn’t be the first time that Dylan had climbed on to a bar and began to do a striptease for the benefit of half the male population in her chosen tavern.
“Hey handsome,” Claire slowly relaxed back against my frame as my arms claimed her firmly in my hold. “Seems like our friend wants to cut loose,”
“It would definitely appear so, and I am not asking you betray any confidence but does it have anything to do with Jeff?” I whispered in to her ear causing her to turn around in my arms seemingly happy to let Corey and Roy to keep an eye on her as my eyes fell on Carmine, making his way through the crowds that had gathered.
“How did you…? When did you…?” My girl stumbled softly.
“I saw the look on Jeff’s face when she climbed on the bar, and I put two and two together, it isn’t exactly rocket science when you know the girl,” I admitted.
So I had been right; there was something between Jeff and Dylan, the only answer I didn’t have was what it was exactly between them and what would it mean for Dylan and Carmine?
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 21, 2008 17:26:28 GMT -6
Fantastic update!!!! Jim seems to have a good head on his shoulders!
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