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You May Drown	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 2031 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: You May Drown Chapter Five
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own people who didn't come out of my head.
Notes: Sorry it took so long, I was sort of uninspired for a while I hope whoever's reading likes it and thanks so much for the reviews, I was starting to get worried. ;)
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The first thing that happened was me realizing I wasn't in my own bed. The second thing was that I remembered I was with Tre. He was curved around my back, his leg resting between mine and his arm around my waist, holding me against him. His breath was warm on my neck and I snuggled harder under the furry duvet cover. The sheets were satiny and a little voice in the back of my head was amused- leave it to the drummer to be a closet texture freak.
I shifted again and accidentally jabbed his gut with an elbow. The sound of the alarm was slightly irritating. He grunted, awake now. “Are you always this docile in the morning?” His voice was heavy, thick with sleep. I looked over my shoulder and ignored the morning breath smell that hit my nose like a dead fish. What is it with guys always having rank breath in the morning? “What time is it?” I rubbed my eyes. We'd gotten in the bed really early by my standards. I'd planned to just nap for a while and get back up to watch something on television. The room was dark, very dark, even though the bank of windows along the wall had drapes open wide.
The arm around my waist lifted and he knocked over half of the bedside table behind him, blindly reaching for the alarm clock. “Fuck it,” I heard something smaller tinkle to the floor and I thought with a smirk he'd just ruined his wrist watch. His upper body jerked and he twisted, his legs still tangled with mine as he flipped on the bedside lamp.
I winced in the sudden light and pulled the sheet over my head, ducking into the relative safety of the bed clothes. A few seconds later I heard a metallic clatter and then the alarm was silent as he ripped the sheet over his head as well. He hunkered down onto his side with the satin curved over his body.
“It's four thirty,” he had that grin on his face and it was infectious.
“Did the clock survive?”
“Huh? Oh, my stuff's been through worse shit than that,” It was very early in the morning and I was trying for the life of me to remember why we were waking up this early. But then he was already shoving the bed clothes around his ankles and I remembered.
Sunrise waves and egg Mcmuffins before the first school bell. I sat up slowly in the bed. Apparently it was a tradition with him and his son. Every year, no misses. This year was especially important because (as I later learned the day I arrived) Frank and his mom'd only recently moved out. The only thing left was odds and ends.
By the time he was completely dressed and brushing his teeth I'd only just rolled completely out of the bed. When I stumbled to the bathroom he laughed. I'm not a morning person and after a week in his house he'd figured it out.
He spit in the sink and I leaned against the door jamb. My luggage was in the guest bedroom down the hall, but invariably I always ended up curled next to him in here and we'd talk until really early morning about God only knew what. Last night it was Rocky, Bullwinkle, and Boy George.
He'd been the perfect gentlemen. Treated me almost like a sister. And if not for that morning in his hotel room last week I'd wonder if he wanted me 'that way' at all. It made me feel... different. Safe. Like I could trust him.
And that filled my stomach with something like warm honey.
“I've got some stuff to do today, so I'll be back-- afternoonish.”
I grinned, that gave me all day to sleep in and he knew it.
“Walk me downstairs?” I let him take my wrist and I followed him downstairs. At the front door he grabbed a gym bag and nodded at the rather extensive wall of DVDs. “While I'm gone I want you to watch season 1 of Ren and Stimpy,” he tweaked my nose, “I'm going to get you up to speed on pop culture if it kills me, Missy.”
“Homework?” I made a face and he laughed. I wanted to kiss him suddenly and it must've shown on my face or I moved toward him or something because his face softened for a second before he grinned, lifting my hand to his lips he brushed the back of it with them.
I sank onto the sofa, wrapping up in a blanket to the sound of his car leaving. I was enjoying a warm sensation in my midsection and as I rolled over to go back to sleep I wanted to make it last.
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Someone was very slowly stroking the outer shell of my ear and it tickled like hell. I ducked my head under the blanket and heard a masculine chuckle. He pulled the blanket gently and I let him, turning with it with a grin on my face.
“Billie,” I was still smiling, but my mind was confused.
“You don't sound happy to see me,” he sat on the edge of the sofa, his hand warm on my shoulder.
“What're you-”
“I have a key. And I could ask you the same question, Scarlett,” he sounded surprised, but not angry. Not like last time by any means. He nodded to a bag on the coffee table. “Tre left those at the hotel. I told him I'd drop them by.”
“Oh,” I sat up, shoving my hair out of my face. Billie smelled like, well, Billie, and his eyes were still as compelling as they always were. I knew exactly why the situation was odd, but I wasn't sure if I should be wary of him or not. “I should, uhm-”
“Why're you here, Scarlett?” He sounded curious, conversational even. But I didn't trust it. I had no idea what time it was or how long he'd been here, presumably watching me sleep.
“I don't,” I slithered around him. Off the couch I straighted Tre's tee shirt and I knew from the look on his face Billie recognized it. His eyes went immediately calculated. I sighed, “I don't know why I'm here.”
“So you're his now?” He rose too and I suddenly longed for a cigarette.
I shook my head, “No more than I was yours,” I turned away from him, heading toward the stairs. I knew seeing him again would be painful, I just didn't think it'd be like this. He caught my wrist as I walked past him, pulling me against his body.
“Do you get as wet for him as you do for me, Scarlett?” His voice was warm against my hear and his open hand on my belly made my skin break into goose flesh and I realized I was getting wet for him.
Shame flooded my face that just his hand and his voice could do that. I squirmed. “He doesn't- I mean,” I tossed my hair and caught my breath, “I mean we don't-”
He laughed and it was warm against my neck, “You mean you're not fucking yet?”
“No,” I closed my eyes, his knuckles brushed my jaw and I hated that it felt good. “He's-”
“He's what, darlin'?” Billie's lips brushed down the same bit of my jaw his knuckles did.
I shook my head. I wished I had anyone to talk this over with but Billie. “He makes me feel-”
“What does he make you feel?” His fingers were against my bare belly, under the hem of the tee shirt. It was hard to think. I sighed.
“... like a lady, Billie. Like I'm above all that.”
He released me, stepping back, confused. “What?”
“He doesn't- I mean,” I pulled my hair back from my face, “I've been here a week now and he's not- he doesn't make me feel like i have to-”
“You have to what?”
I bit my lip, “Like I have to fuck him so he'll want to be with me.”
He blinked, then I saw understanding and then he looked abashed, pulling away from me. “Do I do that?”
“I didn't say that, Billie?”
He cupped the side of my face, “I've been a total prick ot you, haven't I?” The touch felt so good I closed my eyes to it, leaning into it, “You've never made me do anything I didn't want to do. I just wish-”
“Me too,” he looked around, taking in Tre's living room before shrugging his shoulders. “Would it be weird if I kissed you?” I gave him a Look. “Yes.”
“Oh,” he smiled and it was young and boyish and like that night months ago in New York. “May I kiss you now?”
“Depends,” I forced myself to breathe. “Where'd you want to kiss me?”
He grinned, “Well, how about,” he dipped his head, “here?” And his lips touched the corner of my mouth before his eyes flicked to mine. Reading want as much as need he turned his head and was kissing me in earnest. He broke the kiss after we were both a little breathless and I laughed, his fingers trailed over my breast, his tone just as polite and questioning. “Here?”
My mind was foggy. “Bedroom,” I managed to gasp, thinking it was a really bad idea to be doing this by the wide open front door. He made a sound to the affirmative and we stumbled backwards, up the stairs and down the hall, shedding clothing as we went.
By the time we got back to the bedroom it was down to Billie's blue jeans and my panties. He collapsed back onto the unmade bed, pulling me with him. His lips were on my breast and it felt so good even though I could smell Tre all around me- or maybe a little because I could smell him in the soft fur of the duvet- and then I was straddling Billie, rising up. My hands between our bodies fumbling for the clasp on his jeans and then-
“Fucking Christ!”
“...Hey, man-”
“Tre-”
“Billie, would you please get off my bed?”
His voice was totally controlled and actually his manner was genial, you wouldn't have known accept for the tic in his jaw that he must have been seething. Billie must have sensed it too because he rolled out from under me, accepted his shirt from Tre and slid it over his head. He even had the good grace to look sheepish.
“Tre, man,” he grinned, looking at me, and then at Tre again, looking like he'd gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar. It made me reach for the blanket, I wrapped it around my shoulders, shivering. Tre's breath hissed through his teeth.
“Billie, I'll call you.”
“Tre-”
“Billie, I'm not running a halfway house for your mistress. Now get out before I lose my temper.”
Billie did the only thing he could do. He left. Tre waited until he heard the downstairs door close before he looked at me. When he did I flinched.
“In my bed,” he muttered, slamming the bedroom door shut so hard a picture frame fell off the wall. “In my fucking bed, Legs!”
“Tre-”
“Don't!” He stormed into the room and knelt at the foot of the bed so that he was staring up at me and I had to look at him. “How far would you have gone if I hadn't interrupted?”
“You know the answer to that question.” I let the blanket fall and didn't try to hide th fact that I was naked from the waist up.
“Why?!”
I sighed, “Because I could. And because I liked how it felt.”
“Legs-!”
“Do you want me to leave now too?”
“What?” He looked confused in his anger. He got up and sat at the foot of the bed. “What're you talking about?”
“I would've fucked him. In your bed. And I would have hidden it from you. Do you want me to leave?” My voice felt high and thready. Breakable. And I was keeping a very tight lid on my shame.
“Is that why you did it? To see if I'd kick you out?”
“No, that was just a bonus.” I slid off the bed and over to the windows. The afternoon sun shone bright enough for sunglasses. “They all- want something, Tre.” I lifted a shoulder, “Once they get it, they leave.”
“Billie wants your body and you'd have just given it to him again-”
“What can I say? I'm a giver.” I bit my lip, “That's what they usually want, anyway.”
“But I didn't,” he rose, walking the distance between us and touching my shoulder lightly. I shivered.
“No, you didn't want what I wanted to give you,” I chose not to point out how he was ignoring my nudity. “You didn't take... and then I thought it must be because you want me, but you don't really know me, so... I hurt you. On purpose. And you're still here. And I don't- I don't understand why you're still here.”
He pulled me into his arms and I didn't fight it. “You don't understand how someone could just want you?” He sighed and I was slowly relaxing against him.
“Why are you still here?” My voice was muffled against his tee shirt. He smelled like salt and hot dogs.
“You're in my house, darlin'.” He talked into my hair and it made my skin prickle.
“Oh.” I opened my mouth to ask another question and he made a sh-ing noise, tightening his hold. And then there was that feeling again. Slow, like honey. Only I didn't trust it. I knew he'd leave, somewhere deep down. It was only a question of why.
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