by Ema Bancroft
"Elijah..."
"Speaking of which. " I put my hands on my hips. "Why did you hug so much and call me, text me and stuff?".
Daisy straightened up. "Moxie is my friend. She is -"
"She's not a fucking woman!"
"I know! " she spat. "But I can't believe you're jealous..."
"I'm not jealous!"
Daisy's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. For a few seconds she stared at me. My eyes fell on the floor.
Fuck. I was jealous. From a fucking drag queen. How embarrassing.?
I rubbed my neck. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry."
Daisy's warm hands rubbed against my shoulders. "You know you have nothing to be jealous of, right?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Elijah, look at me. " I dragged my eyes up, trying not to stay on her spectacular boobs. Daisy's eyes were soft.
"Moxie is my friend,"she said quietly. "She's helped me with things that no one else could, not even you. " I started interrupting, but she wouldn't let me. "It's the closest thing I've had to a girlfriend lately, and I know she's technically not a girlfriend. " She turned her eyes. "But in all this madness, it's the closest thing I have. And she's never done anything you're jealous of. She has never done anything, but she tries to help me make things work for you.
"Really? " I asked. I was so fucking pathetic. But she smiled as if I wasn't.
"Seriously,"she assured me, her hands sliding down my chest and under my shirt.
"And she didn't see me in this, by the way."
I made a forehead. "No?"
She shook her head. "She didn't think you'd appreciate it very much. " Her fingers dragged me down my back, then around my chest and into my stomach.
I frowned. "Smart girl. " Daisy twisted a finger in my belly button. It gave me the creeps.
"Elijah? Daisy stroked my nipples again.
"Huh? " My breath caught on while she was pinching them slightly.
"Could we not talk about Moxie anymore? " She licked her lips and I smiled.
"Moxie what?"
Daisy
My feet were killing me. As Elijah lowered his head to kiss me, I could only think that my feet were killing me.
Maybe I had become weak - I lost my feminine side by spending so much time in Levis and tennis shoes. I've never worn heels before, but I didn't remember them that bad. Still, Moxie had assured me that they'd be worth it in the end.
I didn't know if Elijah would find my little sexy show, or just desperate and pathetic. When I came out and he looked at me that way, however... all eyes dark and lips spread and breath heavy... I felt a power rush, not like when I had his penis in my hands at Queen of Hearts?
It was hot... and I liked it.
And then he'd been so cute with Moxie. I knew he'd kill me if I said that out loud, but he was cute. To be jealous of Moxie?
Ridiculous but adorable. It was so strange to be in a position to reassure him. It was E. C. Lynch's, for Christ's sake! Who would have thought I could have an insecure bone in that perfect body? But I wanted him to know he had nothing to worry about. I didn't want him to ever doubt that he was the one I wanted.
I've always wanted it.
Again, power pierced me... along with an intoxicating mixture of lust and affection. I reveled in the tremor of his body when I touched him... with a faint gasp when I pinched his nipples... his heartbeat against my palms. And when his lips finally touched mine... light and sweet... then deep and hot... I forgot my sore feet...?
His tongue slipped along mine, tracing my teeth as I sucked lightly, sending an emotion directly to my heart.
He turned us around, so the back of my legs crashed into the bed as his lips crawled down my cheek to my ear, his breath warming my blood.
"Sit down,"he ordered, any insecurity long forgotten.
I obeyed, unable to bear it any longer. I reached for him, but he grabbed both wrists with one hand, slowly shaking his head.
"Uh uh," he scraped, falling to his knees.
Oh... oh, yeah!?
His eyes fixed on mine as he lowered his mouth on my panties, his breath washing away the moisture, making me tremble... making me hurt...
"I like these things,"he said abruptly, his tongue running towards me to look at me through the lace fabric. I gasped.
He smiled, his eyes heated. But you have to leave. "Grasping at the cloth with his teeth, he dragged it down, his lips brushing my flesh along the way. I lifted my hips, half to help him... half to press against his mouth?
Okay, maybe more than half.
He finally let go of my hands to slide my panties down my legs, his mouth licking me and kissing each leg lazily. Elijah looked at me with a smile and lifted a needle foot.
"I like them very much,"he muttered, his tongue poking around the edge of the red slipper where he got into my bow. I didn't know why something I would normally find disgusting was so incredibly erotic, but the tingle of his tongue combined with his fiery gaze made me squirm in response.
"We will leave this on for now,"said Elijah, putting my foot back on the ground, and dragging his eyes back on my legs to fix the apex of my thighs. He slipped his hands over my calves to my knees, pressing them gently as I lowered his mouth toward my throbbing sex. Flying over there, he breathed softly on the damp flesh, and I unintentionally bowed myself, my body begging him to do so.
Elijah chuckled. "So impatient."
"Elijah..." That was me? So breathless and weeping?
Elijah did not seem to mind, however, because he squeezed his lips to my swollen heat, his breath mocking me as he kissed me gently. Sliding his tongue up and down, he hummed contentedly, his hands gently rubbing my thighs as I was lapping when I got wet.
How could I have been so wet when I was burning? Elijah's tongue... his fingers... put traces of scorching heat along my skin. And when he took my legs, he lifted them up on his shoulders and increased his pace, the spark burst into flames.
"Elijah!"
He complained against my flesh, alternately sticking his tongue deep inside me, and then sliding it upward to surround my swollen clitoris... moving and shaking it with the floor of his tongue, as if he couldn't decide which one he liked best...
I liked everything. My legs got stuck around his neck, feet between his shoulders as he felt the climax approaching...
So close...?
And when he finally sucked my vibrant bunch of nerves between his teeth and squeezed it against my palate, I fell apart. My hips shot out of bed as I chased the orgasm that ran through me... not wanting to let it go like a wave after wave, finally drifting me luxuriously into a pool of pleasure...
My legs relaxed, slipping off Elijah's shoulders.... my feet falling to the ground with a blow. I couldn't even open my eyes, but I saw the sound of a zipper... the breakage of a condom wrapper?
then my legs were lifted directly into the air. My eyes widened from a flight to find Elijah holding both ankles in one hand, guiding himself to me with the other.
"Fuck! " he said in a whimper as he slid home in a quick push.
"Oh... oh God..." I couldn't even move... the position left me at his mercy... my hands clutching the sheets as he hit me hard, every time I lifted my hips out of bed. In seconds, I felt the familiar tingle of another climax of the building.
Elijah�s rhythm faltered, and I knew he was close too. I saw it, with my eyes closed, my muscles tense and my skin glowing as I drove towards me. Each push brought me closer and closer to that pinnacle, and I still couldn't pluck my eyes out.
God, it was so beautiful.
Then, as if I could feel my gaze, his eyes opened and fixed on mine, before falling on my chest.
"Let me see,"he grunted breathlessly.
Stunned, I raised my hand and lowered the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts.
I squeezed them gently, the heat went up again.
"Yes..." he growled, his eyes turning backward in his head as he shook against me, sinking deeply... and the tension of
my muscles exploded into another mind-blowing orgasm. A dampened curse floated from Elijah's lips as he convulsed against me... every shudder caused a tremor that responded from my body...
Finally, his chest was still throbbing as he breathed, Elijah lowered my feet to the ground and walked away just long enough to get rid of the condom. He lay down beside me, his own legs hanging from the side of the bed as I wrapped an arm around my stomach, and then slipped his palm up to cover my chest.
"We should probably get to bed,"I said sleepyhead.
"Elijah rubbed a thumb over my nipple.
"It won't be comfortable sleeping like this."
An uncommitted groan was the only answer. I turned my head to look at him. His eyes widened lazily, a relaxed smile on his face.
"Can I at least take these shoes off? " I asked.
His smile grew. "If you have to."
I slipped off my heels, getting up to put them neatly against the wall before I took my bra the rest of the way and crawled under the sheets next to Elijah. He pulled my back against his chest, stroking my neck, and before long his deep breathing told me he had fallen asleep. I wasn't far away from him, and the last thing I saw before my eyes closed were the proud red heels on the other side of the room.
Moxie was right. They were totally worth it.
0
Too soon, the sound of bad guys, bad guys, what are you gonna do? got me out of a deep and delicious sleep.
Shit. I looked for my purse, looking for my cell phone.
What are you gonna do when they come for you?
"What is it? " Elijah scraped, couldn't even open his eyes. I couldn't blame him. It was barely eight o' clock and we had been there at half past four. Not that I was complaining.
"Is everything all right? " he asked. He was lying face down, the blankets were covering his hips, and I took a moment to appreciate the view....
Bad boys, bad boys....
"Shit,"I muttered, finally grabbing my cell phone. "It's my father,"I hissed in Elijah before answering the phone.
"Hi, Dad,"I said cheerfully. Elijah grimaced and put a pillow over his head. I pulled out his tongue.
"Hello, Bells,"answered my father. "How are things in the Big Apple?"
Shit. I really hated lying to my father. I really didn't see a way around it. A policeman was sure to see a problem with my current situation.
"I'm great,"I said, thinking it wasn't a lie. "How's it going at home?"
"It's not so bad,"he said. "You know Forks."
It was what I always said, and familiarity made me smile. We talked a little bit about unimportant things. I had to do a bit of tapping when he asked me about the waitressing job I left after joining 5Point... and a little more when he asked me if I'd had any good auditions lately. But in the end, the conversation ended and I could see a light at the end of the tunnel. I was just about to say,"Well, I'd better let you go..." when Brad jumped.
"You'll never guess what I saw in Entertainment Tonight last night,"he said.
My heart sank. I cleared my throat, wishing my voice would stay firm. "See Entertainment Tonight? I didn't think that was your thing.
"Yeah, well..." I could almost hear him shrugging his shoulders. "I was moving channels and they said something about that group you like... you know, 5Point?"
Fucking hell.
"Oh, yeah? " I shrieked.
"Yes. Have you seen the new guy they got?"
"New guy"?
Brad snorted. "I can't believe you didn't know that, Bells. He looks like you!"
Chapter 13
Chapter 13 - Just give me a kiss
Daisy
It was over.
How did I think Brad wouldn't find out? I just imagined it in your little world on the Olympic Peninsula, conveniently isolated from tabloids and entertainment shows.
I was so stupid.
"Listen, Dad..."
It went on as if I hadn't talked. "I couldn't believe it when I saw him. I had to do a double shot. For a minute I thought my daughter was in a boy band. " He laughed again. "I swear, the guy could be your twin brother."
I laughed weakly. "Really... um... did you get his name?"?
Why did I use my own last name? Again. Stupid.
Brad paused. "Uh. You know, I'm not sure... Bobby... Aiden...?"
Maybe things weren't so bad.
"No! "he said, and I could almost imagine him snapping his fingers. It's Tim... something... I don't know.
"Huh. " I didn't know what to say. I felt like I was sinking into a puddle of quicksand, and any movement would only make it worse.
"Anyway, I thought you'd have a lot of fun with that,"Brad said, ending the call. "I guess they're coming to Seattle next weekend. I should go check it out."
"Oh, God,"I muttered.
Brad went on as if he didn't hear me. "Or I could call my friend Louis. He always tells me he needs an extra pair of hands..."
"No! " I got out before I could stop.
"What? " Brad's confusion was evident. I'm not surprised. He seemed like a crazy person. "Why not?"
"Um..." Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?
Why the hell not?
"Security sounds a little dangerous,"I said weakly.
Brad snorted. "I'm a cop, Bells. And it's a rock concert, not a presidential appearance.
I made myself laugh. "Oh, yeah... but... ummm... you know, Dad... those concerts are so noisy. You hate that."
I held my breath, praying to the gods of the deceitful liars and transvestites he would accept.
"Yes, it's true,"he admitted. "I just thought it would have been funny to see him in person. Well, I have plans to go fishing with Gerald next Saturday.
"That sounds good,"I said, trying not to sound too relieved. "Say hello for me."
"I will, Bells. Have a good day."
"You too, Dad."
I finished the call and collapsed in bed, my eyes still focused on the dark screen of my phone. Everything was getting closer to me. A house of cards that I feared was just waiting for a stiff breeze to fall.
The breeze was rising.
Brad? Watching Entertainment Tonight? Someone wanted to catch me. I looked up at the roof briefly, and then fell into defeat.
Yeah. I couldn't blame God. He'd already turned on everything else about lying.
Thank God my mother was at another meditation retreat in India. I was pretty sure they didn't get Entertainment Tonight at the ashram.
At least I was hoping so. I made a mind note to Google.
"All right? " Elijah muttered, his head buried under a pillow. I turned around on the edge of the bed and came over to run my fingers across his bare back.
I really liked Elijah's naked back.
Who was he kidding? I liked that Elijah was all naked.
He shuddered slightly as my fingers tickled his side, and I laughed. He lifted the pillow, smiled at me, his eyes clear. His half-smile froze on his face and his gaze warmed as his eyes took on my naked, quiet form.
Evidently, he liked my nakedness too.
As I blushed, I grabbed the edge of the sheet, pulling it to cover myself.
"Uh uh," he snarled, reaching out to pull him down.
"Elijah! " I tried to get him back up, but he was strong. Instead, I looked for a pillow, hugging me.
"Daisy! " he mimicked himself, turning around to pull the pillow and drag me into it.
Okay. Maybe naked wasn't so bad. I stretched on top of it, our skin touching the waist, but the sheet between us below.
Stupid sheet.
Elijah lifted his hips slightly, and my legs split as if they had a mind of their own.
My legs were a little slutty... I was just saying:
I could feel it hardened against me, and I crushed it, my breath caught on. The fine cotton between us did nothing to dilute the heat that emanated from him... or the humidity of me...
I would have felt ashamed if I could have formed a coherent thought.
"You're dist
racting me,"muttered Elijah, wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me still. With a frown, he smiled, kissing me quickly. "What did your father have to say?"
"Oohhhh,"I complained, rolling off of him and dropping an arm over my eyes. He slipped the sheet underneath me and covered both of us, throwing me against his side.
"What is it? " he asked, pulling my arm down and tying his fingers with mine.
"He saw me,"I replied,"in Entertainment Tonight."
"Uh oh."
I laughed without a sense of humor. "Yes."
"Did he recognize you?"
I sighed, distracted by Elijah's gentle kiss on my palm. "Not yet. He thinks he's a guy who looks like me."
Elijah shrugged. "Easier to believe than the truth."
"I hate lying to him,"I admit it. "I'm beginning to think I didn't think this through very well."
Elijah was silent for a moment, and I bowed my head again to look at him. He bit his lip, obviously trying not to laugh.
"Shut up,"I growled.
He laughed out loud. "Didn't you think it through? " he managed to get away with laughing. "Do you think so?"
I ripped his hand off his fist and pinched his side in the ticklish spot.
"Hey! " He twisted my fist and grabbed me, tickling me on the sides and pulling me over him. We twisted in bed, laughing and trying to tickle each other until the sheet came through to our feet. And then it was just us, naked and rolling on the bed, arms and legs entwined.
With a shriek, I rolled away, falling to the ground with Elijah on top of me.
"Oof! " I scream.
" Did you just say "from"? he asked, leaning on his elbows with a smile. "I didn't think anyone would say that."
I stared at him. "You got a big, naked guy landing on top of you, and I bet you say' oof'."
Elijah's eyes widened from one side to the other. "I think I'd say,' Let go of me, you fucking naked asshole!".
I laughed, and Elijah covered my neck, gasping and shining. He smiled, and once again I was surprised at how incredibly beautiful he was.
Then he kissed me, and left me breathless.
"You know," he said,"kisses hovering over my face... my throat..." We don't have to be anywhere all day today."?
"Mabel and Terri are flying this afternoon,"I said in a heartbeat. "I need to say goodbye."