The covers were so warm. I rolled over to the side on the soft silk comforter and pulled the quilt up higher.
"Morning, sleepyhead." I opened my eyes to see Adam watching over me with a small smile on his face. His hair was messy and tousled, and he wore nothing but a pair of jeans. I felt him stroke the side of my face gently and he leaned over to kiss me on the forehead.
"Is it morning already?"
"No, you slept through the day. It's 5." I opened my eyes wider to get used to the sunlight, and sat upright to be the same height as him. Even half lying-down he was so tall. It was cold even though the afternoon just happened, and I held on to him for warmth. He put his arms around me and we stayed that way for about five minutes until I got out of bed. I had to move around.
I brushed my teeth as Adam prepared a warm bath for me. He even sat at the edge of the bathtub and helped me wash my hair. He was so genuinely generous and nice. I would never have thought that way about a guy who had been part of three musicals. I finally got out of the bath and rinsed myself before heading back to our room.
It was a small apartment, but we still made it work. Adam watched me get dressed. I knew he loved it when I wore his clothes so I put on one of his David Bowie T shirts and a pair of black boxers he owned. I went to the kitchen. Knowing Adam, he probably had been overdosing on Pop Tarts since morning. That man could do many things, but he knew nuts about cooking.
He came to me as I watched the water boil and hugged me around the waist.
"What do you want to do today?" he muttered into my neck. I turned around and looked into his startling blue eyes, smiling.
"I rented the entire season 2 of Gossip Girl for you."
"NO KIDDING." Knowing Adam, he loved that damn show. He was hooked on every scene, from Blair's make out session with Chuck in the limousine to Selena arguing with her mother. He kissed me on the forehead, and then my cheeks, moving down my arm and coming back to my lips. His skin tickled mine.
"Go set the DVR, I'll be right there," I said laughing, and he scooted off. I watched him excitedly go into our room and I knew in an hour, I could be there curled up under his warm chest, not really paying attention to the TV but listening instead to his slow heartbeat, something that would never change no matter what else did, and falling asleep with him by my side.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I came into the bar hoping to get drunk enough to be charged with public intoxication. But while I looked around for a place to sit down, my eyes met with a perfect being instead. He was sitting alone in the bar in a black blazer and jeans. The first four buttons on his shirt were left unbuttoned to reveal ivory white, perfect skin on his chest, and he was hunched over, as if brooding about something only he knew about.
I studied his features. His eyes were lined generously with eyeliner, and smudged slightly so it looked like it had been there for days. Like he had slept in it. The man turned his head to face me and smiled, raising one eyebrow in a seductive gesture. I felt the air leave my chest. It must have been me who walked up and introduced myself, but it was him who bought me a drink, and we spent the rest of the hour talking.
Every move he made was perfectly choreographed, and every word he said made my insides squirm. His voice hypnotized me. It was husky, deep, the way I liked it. I must have been the luckiest son of a bitch in that club when he took me by one of his strong hands, and with a gentle tug, led me to small, dark room at the end of the bar.
He closed the door behind him, and it was only the both of us in that small, dimly lit room. He took over me immediately. He seemed to love being on top, and very experienced at it. He knew exactly which places to caress and which buttons to push. Our mouths met like two hungry lions as we explored each other. The couch we were lying on must have squirmed as I met every touch of his with an eagerness that only suggested, "Fuck me."
His tongue moved into my mouth, and then he let it slide over to my cheek, going down my neck and down my chest as he ripped off my shirt in one soft, fluid motion. I felt around for his body in the dark and rid him of his blazer, which he shrugged off. I felt around for his chest again, and removed his shirt. The static was unbearable. The electricity in that small room could have lit up every light bulb in New York City.
Adam's capable hands were on my waist as he straddled me to the couch, and his lips met mine again with an energy that humiliated any martial arts expert. My breathing came in short gasps as my back arched, begging for him to do whatever he pleased to me. I grasped a fistful of his gelled hair and pulled him closer. He smiled into our kiss.
"Not so fast love."
No, it had to be fast. I needed this man. I wanted him to ravage me. I tried to roll over so I could be on top instead but his strong arms resisted me, and they resisted me well. He took both my wrists in an iron grip and held them above my head, while he continued to cover the rest of my body with hot kisses before pulling back.
Adam hovered over me for a while, studying my face. I stared at his blue irises, and he met my eyes with a piercing gaze and a seductive smile. He took far too long, and the anticipation was killing me. I wanted to scream "Just fuck me already" but I didn't. He was such a tease. I felt his hot breath in my ear and he spoke to me.
"You're very pretty, you know that."
I studied his features. His eyes were lined generously with eyeliner, and smudged slightly so it looked like it had been there for days. Like he had slept in it. The man turned his head to face me and smiled, raising one eyebrow in a seductive gesture. I felt the air leave my chest. It must have been me who walked up and introduced myself, but it was him who bought me a drink, and we spent the rest of the hour talking.
Every move he made was perfectly choreographed, and every word he said made my insides squirm. His voice hypnotized me. It was husky, deep, the way I liked it. I must have been the luckiest son of a bitch in that club when he took me by one of his strong hands, and with a gentle tug, led me to small, dark room at the end of the bar.
He closed the door behind him, and it was only the both of us in that small, dimly lit room. He took over me immediately. He seemed to love being on top, and very experienced at it. He knew exactly which places to caress and which buttons to push. Our mouths met like two hungry lions as we explored each other. The couch we were lying on must have squirmed as I met every touch of his with an eagerness that only suggested, "Fuck me."
His tongue moved into my mouth, and then he let it slide over to my cheek, going down my neck and down my chest as he ripped off my shirt in one soft, fluid motion. I felt around for his body in the dark and rid him of his blazer, which he shrugged off. I felt around for his chest again, and removed his shirt. The static was unbearable. The electricity in that small room could have lit up every light bulb in New York City.
Adam's capable hands were on my waist as he straddled me to the couch, and his lips met mine again with an energy that humiliated any martial arts expert. My breathing came in short gasps as my back arched, begging for him to do whatever he pleased to me. I grasped a fistful of his gelled hair and pulled him closer. He smiled into our kiss.
"Not so fast love."
No, it had to be fast. I needed this man. I wanted him to ravage me. I tried to roll over so I could be on top instead but his strong arms resisted me, and they resisted me well. He took both my wrists in an iron grip and held them above my head, while he continued to cover the rest of my body with hot kisses before pulling back.
Adam hovered over me for a while, studying my face. I stared at his blue irises, and he met my eyes with a piercing gaze and a seductive smile. He took far too long, and the anticipation was killing me. I wanted to scream "Just fuck me already" but I didn't. He was such a tease. I felt his hot breath in my ear and he spoke to me.
"You're very pretty, you know that."
Bella, Bella wait."
"No Jacob, get away from me." He cut across her, his strong physique becoming an obstacle to her way out. He wouldn't let he go, not without telling him what had happened. He knew from the beginning, that Edward Cullen did not have the slightest idea what was best for her. Bella turned around so she wouldn't have to look at him, and he wouldn't have to see her crying.
"Bella," he touched her elbow. She yanked it from him, and wiped away a single tear. She could have yanked his heart out instead and it wouldn't have made a difference. He stared at her hair. The deep brown that fell below her waist. The curls moving ever so slightly as sobs she could not hide wretched their way out of her. She was in pain, and her pain hurt him.
"Bella, listen to me," he turned her around to face him, "if he's forcing you to be with him, you can tell me. Is he hurting you in any way?"
She didn't answer, but her sobs gave her away. Anger stung Jacob. That bloodsucker hurt Bella, his Bella. A fresh wave of hysteria washed her over and she clung to him for support as new tears came. He placed an arm to her back to keep her steady, she was so weak.
"Don't go looking for him, Jacob."
"I'm going to rip that leech limb from limb."
"I don't want you to get hurt. I need you,Jacob" She looked up at him. His heart melted into his stomach to see her that way. She needed him now, and he wanted to be there. She pressed her cheek to his chest, aching for his warmth.
"You're so cold." He set her back down on the couch and rushed to the closet for a blanket that he wrapped around the both of them. She nestled up to him willingly, the curves of her body fit his perfectly. Like a jigsaw puzzle, and both pieces just as mangled.
"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would be this mad," she whispered.
"How could he?"
"He doesn't know what he's capable of."
They were silent for a while. Even the wind outside the window seemed to have slowed down, but the snow was still as thick as ever. Bella might have been sleeping, but she shifted herself slightly to look at Jacob. He stroked her soft hair gently, and studied the features of her pale face. She was still beautiful.
"He's going to be mad you know, that i'm here."
"I won't let him hurt you." She felt the hold he had on her with his strong arms tighten. She kissed him on the forehead, and then on the lips, once, twice.
"I love you, Jacob."
"I love you too, Bella."
-End-
"No Jacob, get away from me." He cut across her, his strong physique becoming an obstacle to her way out. He wouldn't let he go, not without telling him what had happened. He knew from the beginning, that Edward Cullen did not have the slightest idea what was best for her. Bella turned around so she wouldn't have to look at him, and he wouldn't have to see her crying.
"Bella," he touched her elbow. She yanked it from him, and wiped away a single tear. She could have yanked his heart out instead and it wouldn't have made a difference. He stared at her hair. The deep brown that fell below her waist. The curls moving ever so slightly as sobs she could not hide wretched their way out of her. She was in pain, and her pain hurt him.
"Bella, listen to me," he turned her around to face him, "if he's forcing you to be with him, you can tell me. Is he hurting you in any way?"
She didn't answer, but her sobs gave her away. Anger stung Jacob. That bloodsucker hurt Bella, his Bella. A fresh wave of hysteria washed her over and she clung to him for support as new tears came. He placed an arm to her back to keep her steady, she was so weak.
"Don't go looking for him, Jacob."
"I'm going to rip that leech limb from limb."
"I don't want you to get hurt. I need you,Jacob" She looked up at him. His heart melted into his stomach to see her that way. She needed him now, and he wanted to be there. She pressed her cheek to his chest, aching for his warmth.
"You're so cold." He set her back down on the couch and rushed to the closet for a blanket that he wrapped around the both of them. She nestled up to him willingly, the curves of her body fit his perfectly. Like a jigsaw puzzle, and both pieces just as mangled.
"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would be this mad," she whispered.
"How could he?"
"He doesn't know what he's capable of."
They were silent for a while. Even the wind outside the window seemed to have slowed down, but the snow was still as thick as ever. Bella might have been sleeping, but she shifted herself slightly to look at Jacob. He stroked her soft hair gently, and studied the features of her pale face. She was still beautiful.
"He's going to be mad you know, that i'm here."
"I won't let him hurt you." She felt the hold he had on her with his strong arms tighten. She kissed him on the forehead, and then on the lips, once, twice.
"I love you, Jacob."
"I love you too, Bella."
-End-
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