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Teardrop In The Fire	By : MysticNight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Incubus Views: 3776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Incubus. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Claire surpassed the speed limit at realizing she had 2 minutes before her time was up.

In all her life, she would have never thought she would find herself in this situation.

How ironic she thought.

Pursuing a career in Social Justice, she encountered women who had been in abusive relationships and made it her mission to remove them from that environment. This was her profession, yet she couldnt find the backbone to take herself away from the very same situation.

Claire shook what a hypocrite she had been from her mind quickly, running into the building, and catching the elevator.

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“You’re late” Michael stood against island in the middle of the kitchen, nonchalantly skimming over his newspaper.

“By a minute” she countered, gasping to catch her breathe.

“Come here” he didn’t look up, instead continued to eye the paper in his boxers.

“Why?” Claire asked tersely, unsure of what was behind his command.

“Just come here” His eyes not once departing from the paper.

“Here we go again” Claire projected under her breath, taking in a deep breath before she made her way over.

Finally when she stood 2 feet in front of him, he closed the paper and made eye contact.

She had almost forgotten how intense his icey blue eyes were.

Without any words, he gently put his hands on her arms, bringing her closer to him. She continued to stare up at him uncertain of what his next move was, then finally his face approached hers closely, resulting in the most passionate kiss she had ever received from him.

Claire, plainly caught off guard, looked to the ground, so overwrought she didn’t know what to say.

He moved his strong hands to her chin, tilting it to make her look at him.

“I love you. I know lately I’ve been having a real tough time showing it, but I don’t ever want you to not think that I don’t love you. You’re everything to me” Michael Tamburello told her, catching her by surprised.

She couldn’t resist those eyes, that voice, him.

“...You still love me?” he asked almost childishly.

“I do” she honestly responded. God help me, I do

He was passing his fingers exquisitely over her arms, massaging her back. “Good” he whispered against her ear.

At some point, and she was not sure when, his touching became more intense, more sexual, more urgent.

The curly brown hair that grew like wild silken vines fell onto her chest as he removed the hair-tie holding it in place.

The words were out, and they were contemplating a kiss, a long passionate one.

Michael soon, picked her up seating her on the island behind them.

Their tongues were entwined, tasting, teasing, wiping out any extraneous thoughts. In her mind she was torn, conscious of the obvious degree of belligerence he had, but so captivated by him she couldn’t resist.

Claire knew she should have been angry at him for the way he treated her the past few days, but couldn’t gain the courage to stop him.

How could something feel so wrong, but so right at the very same time?

She just wanted to feel loved.

Claire had already discerned how he loved to be stroked, fingertip caresses that aroused his already swollen private parts. She incited him further, causing him to moan to the rhythm of her small hands.
He reluctantly pulled away, she knew why.
He hurried into the next room, and within seconds came back with protection grasped in his hand.
He quickly removed her clothing, with the only thing left was for him to kick off the boxer shorts that were already around his ankles.
He moved deep inside of her, while her hands held dearly to his broad shoulders- moving her hips to keep pace with him.
Every moan of his coursed through her. He didn’t hold back, his momentous outbursts, taking her further and further until she was breathing more erratically, breaths that were harder to grasp. She cried out just as he did, their friction increasing until they were both bathed in glorious sweat, fervent in their movements.
Claire was fast losing her train of thought.
There was something sexual and offbeat about her predicament; reckless and bad.
He bit down on her neck, making her to shout out in bittersweet delight.
At the same moment she knew he had reached his peak too, as finally he collapsed onto her shoulder, panting.

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They were already on the road to they’re first stop in San Diego.

All of the guys had pretty much eased back into they’re normal routines of where to put things, who got which bunk amoung other matter.

Brandon laid diagonally across the leather patented couch watching objects and places pass him while the vehicle continued steadily along the roads.

He couldn’t help but reflec on Claire’s farewell.

The preceding day he found her suggestion to be offensive, but today it almost appeared as though she had done it against her will.

But Why?

“You fucked things up, Claire, not me” he mumbled brusquely.

“You’re still bummed about her giving you two space?” Mike pushed his legs off the couch making it easier for him to sit.

Brandon sat up cross-legged facing him.

“I just don’t understand why. It was totally uncalled for.”

“Well you’ve said Michael gives the impression that he’s jealous of your friendship”

“I know he is, but what I don’t fucking get is how Claire could have chosen him, over me. I thought I knew her, you know? That was something if anyone asked me, I would have certainly been able to tell them that’s something she would never do. It’s like I don’t even know who she is anymore.”

“Brandon, maybe she needs to handle Michael on her own for a while, set some boundaries with him, give him the security that he needs-that he still has her, in addition to him recognizing that you two are only friends, nothing more” Mike proclaimed, with his eyes fixed on the passing scenery.

Brandon wasn’t sold on the idea.

“They’ve been together for almost a year Mike, if he cant trust her at this point I don’t understand how the hell she’s going to be able to assure him now. And it isn’t as though it’s always been this way. Lately she’s been acting different and I’m sure you’ve picked up on it. She’s not as happy as she use to be, she‘s withdrawing herself from us. It's not healthy.”

“What are you, fucking Doctor phil? You told Chris to cool it, but look at yourself, now your assuming something you guys have no clue about.”

“Well now that I’ve had time to think about it, it’s just fucked up. She’s pulling away from all of us, and we’ve always been there for her. I just don’t know what to think of everything anymore.”

“Then just try not to think about it so much Bran,”

Mike pondered for a moment, then calmly said

“-Maybe you’re just hurt because instead of her just pulling away from us, she’s distanced herself from you more than the rest of us.”

Brandon felt as though someone had just walled off and punched him in the gut, not because Mike was being so blatant but because he knew Mike was right.

“I don’t know what I did. I thought I was a good friend. I never betrayed her trust, I always there for her…”

“Just give it time” were the only words Mike could offer.

He nodded fairly “You’re right. I’m just going to leave her alone, she has her life, I have mine. And right now, I think I‘m going to call my girlfriend, someone I should be focusing on.”

“Oh, yes, Marissa. I forgot about her for a minute there” Mike chuckled. “You know, if people didn’t know better, they would probably mistake Claire for your girlfriend”

Brandon didn’t find that the least bit funny. Instead he thanked him for the advice and asked for some time to himself.

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“Hi…” Brandon began when she picked up the receiver.

“Hi honey. I was just about to call you. What’s up?”

“Um, not much at this point. I’m on the road right now, on the way to San deigo.”

“Oh, I totally forgot to call and wish you luck! The tour completely slipped my mind!” she laughed

“It’s alright”

Well not really.

“You sound down, is everything alright?”

“Yes” he lied, again.

“You sure?”

“Well, I do miss you.”

She drawled out a long ‘Aw’ at his statement “I miss you too”

After remaining silent for a moment, she said giddily “How I about I come out early and stay a while with you.”

Before he could answer she went on to say

“It’s not like I’m doing anything big over here, all my major shoots are over. I can meet up with you at your next stop”

“That would be nice” he simply answered. Brandon felt that it would be a good thing to have his girlfriend with him for a few days, he needed to take his mind off of things and Marissa would be a good escape.

She squealed happily “I cant wait to see you, babe! I’m going to clear up some things with the agent first, then I’ll call you back when everything’s settled. I love you!” she beamed.

“Love you too”

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Claire glanced over at Michael, feeling completely overwhelmed as they lay in bed.

Her astonishment, was fused with an uneasiness.

Why was she so undone over this? He was her boyfriend after all, and she was entitled to sleep with him, right?

She brushed away any negative thoughts and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he realized his wrongs and wanted to start fresh.

It was when Claire put an across his chiseled abdomen and asked him if would like to go across the street to the pier, he looked at her as if she were mad.

He literally laughed at her suggestion as if it were a big joke.

Michael sat up on the edge of the bed, pompously citing that he was an actor, and had work to take care of.

He laughed again, with a superior smirk, then ran his fingers through her tousled hair, with adding that she was ‘good’ and that they should have more afternoons like that.

Gaining a sort of sick solace, she watched as he stood up naked, raking his fingers through his Miami Vice hairdo, walking past her into the bathroom.

Claire, you are such a fool.

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