|
Post by Devon Eckes on Apr 24, 2009 15:38:16 GMT -6
Timeline in flux, but in the fall/winter most likely
Devon came out of the shower and decided not to shave. Why bother when the rest of the day was utterly and irreversibly dedicated to writing a 12 page essay for Social Networking that he'd been putting off. It had to be in before the final. Toweling off quickly he slipped on some pajama pants and padded out to the kitchen to nuke some burritos before settling down on the couch to munch and work.
For his networking focus he decided on the workings of the PTA because it dealt with homes, individuals, schools, students, teachers and so there was a lot of interaction and by-play in roles that his teacher liked.
"Shit." He said as a steaming bit of bean fell on his bare chest. He wiped it up with his fingers and licked them off, but still left a smear on the text book page as he flipped through.
After he had really settled into the project and has it's form firm in his mind and was making progress...of course someone knocked at the door. With a sigh he hit save on his laptop and put a marker in the book and went to open it, without bothering with a shirt.
|
|
|
Post by Amy Wilson on Apr 30, 2009 5:05:34 GMT -6
Amy stood in front of Devon's door, or at least the door she believed to be Devon's and wished she had booked herself some alternative accommodation before seeking him out. Her arm was aching and she felt hot and sticky, a combination of the winter clothing worn indoors and the effort of carrying, or at least bouncing, her suitcase up the stairs.
What if he didn't want to see me?" Amy admonished herself. "What if he has found someone else? What if that someone else answers the door?"
It was a serious possibility. It had been more than two years since their last meeting. He was young. How improbable was it that he would have move on?
She stood outside the door for several minutes, trying to decide whether to knock on the door or retreat. Amy nearly fled, but finally she plucked up her courage and with her heart pounding painfully in her chest she raised her hand and knocked on the door. The first strike was a feeble affair, the second was a little more substantial, the third yet more so but it still lacked any sort of authority.
"He probably isn't even home." Amy thought to herself as she waited for someone to come to the door and caught herself almost hoping that Devon would not be in so that she had an excuse to find a hotel for the night, freshen up and have somewhere to escape to if things went awry.
|
|
|
Post by Devon Eckes on Apr 30, 2009 14:14:46 GMT -6
Devon was just getting into the rhythm of the essay when the knock on the door came. "Damnit." He muttered, putting in his pencil in one book to mark his place and a strip of paper towel in the other he padded, barefoot and shirtless, to the door.
He pulled the door open and was about to say hello to whoever stood there when his breath froze in his throat. Amy.
Amy stood there. Months before Amy should be there. Amy with her pretty sapphire eyes all wide and scared. Amy with her strawberry blonde hair wind tossed. Amy with her coat unbuttoned. Amy with her suitcase by her feet. Amy with a tentative smile playing around her lips.
He remembered to breath. He remembered to speak, even if it was backwards. "You came. You're here. Amy." He opened his mouth to say something else, but was too stunned to remember what it was. "Uh...." Then like the sun coming out behind clouds his smile came to his face. "You're here. Come in! Come in! Shit..." He laughed and pulled the door open even wider and reached for her suitcase. "I... I haven't brushed teeth."
It was an inane thing to say, but he wanted to kiss her, wrap his arms around her, reassure himself she was real. But he'd just been munching on a burrito and when he clapped his hand over his face he realized he didn't shave either.
Even so, he reached out one hand to her, and brushed his fingertips over her cheek, wrapped one of her curls around his finger. "You came." He said, amazed.
|
|
|
Post by Amy Wilson on May 1, 2009 6:09:03 GMT -6
The door opened suddenly and there he was, shirtless, unshaven but with a stunned look on his face. For a moment that stretched to eternity Amy couldn't read how he felt and she wondered if she had done the right thing and then he smiled and her doubts blew apart like mist shredded by the heat of the sun.
For a moment Amy thought Devon was reaching for her but then she realised he was reaching for her suitcase. Again she was confused and then his other hand touched her cheek sending a thrill through her body. She reached up her own hand and held it over his, pressing it against her own cheek. Amy had feared, had hoped but she hadn't expected the tenderness.
Suddenly Amy was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks, all the pent up emotion finding release. Blindly she reached out her other hand to Devon, seeking to draw him to her.
|
|
|
Post by Devon Eckes on May 1, 2009 11:55:11 GMT -6
Devon filled his arms with warm, live girl. THE girl.
"Aw, don't cry, sweetheart, don't cry." He said as he stroked her hair. "I'm so happy your here." He buried his face in her hair, and it smelled like strawberries, like that one long ago night at the club. His arm wrapped around her waist, so small, and her coat buttons rasped against his chest.
He tilted her face to up his and brushed away the tears with the pad of his thumb. "Look how beautiful you are..." He said softly, more to himself than to her, it seemed. But then he shook himself and pulled back slightly.
"I want to kiss you so bad right now, but I don't want our frist kiss to be burrito flavored!" He laughed. "Can I go brush my teeth and we start over?" Then he pulled her close again and held her tightly, picking her up and swinging her around.
"Your here!" He shouted as he twriled her. Then he sat her down. "Ok, I'll be right back. Don't move, don't disappear..." He grinned and ran down the hallway.
|
|
|
Post by Amy Wilson on May 1, 2009 16:24:04 GMT -6
Devon's arms went around her, a comforting feeling along with the soothing words. His hand on her hair relaxed and calmed her and the flow of tears subsided.
Suddenly Amy was flying and the smile returned to her face.
"I am, aren't I?" Amy replied, hearing the wonderment in her own voice and knowing she didn't want to have to go away again. In Devon's arms was where she wanted to be be.
As suddenly as she had found herself flying she was on a chair and before she could say anything, Devon was gone. For a brief moment of panic she feared that she had been dreaming but she could hear Devon in the bathroom and Amy relaxed again. Hearing him brush his teeth reminded her that she hadn't had a shower in thirty-six hours and hadn't been able to brush her teeth for twelve.
Amy sat where she had been placed and looked around the apartment but she took nothing in, her thoughts a muddle of Devon, the memory of the way his arms felt around him, his smell, the strength of his arms as he had spun her around. She didn't notice herself slipping out of her coat and flinging it over her suitcase and didn't notice that she felt no cooler, her flush coming from subconscious thoughts of Devon and what might happen soon. 'Soon' though, was a relative term; after two years apart, any time in the next ten days could be considered 'soon'.
|
|
|
Post by Devon Eckes on May 1, 2009 16:33:43 GMT -6
As Devon brushed his teeth he noticed the brown smear of where he'd dropped beans on his chest and hoped she hadn't noticed.
He put on deodorant and thought about shaving, but didn't want her to wait to long. He did throw on a grey v-neck t shirt.
"Sorry, I just felt..." He shook his head and grinned, his dimples slashing his cheeks. "You look tuckered out, how did you get here? Why didn't you call me, I would have come and got you." He took her hands and sat down, pulling her down next to him so he could look at her earnestly. His fingers were rougher than she remembered, but, from the musical instruments scattered around the room it was easy to guess why.
"I'm being rude, I tidied up and here you are just off the street. Would you like to take a shower and I'll cook you something to eat?" He kissed the knuckles of her hands and smiled at her.
|
|
|
Post by Amy Wilson on May 1, 2009 16:50:27 GMT -6
Devon reappeared and it was almost with a sense of disappointment that Amy noticed that he was now wearing a shirt but it did remove the temptation to run her hands over his chest. It was a relief when Devon started babbling, echoing her own state of shock and she smiled as he drew her hand to him and kissed it. There was the strong temptation to pull him close to her and kiss him, but even as she started to move she was reminded of her own dishevelment.
Amy didn't want their first kiss to be spoiled by anything.
"Yes, thanks, a shower would be nice." Her stomach answered the second question by growling loudly and Amy looked down, suddenly embarrassed. She sought to hide it by drawing Devon's hand back with her own and kissing the back of it before bringing her other hand up to clasp his hand in both hers and drawing it against her chest.
"I'm sorry, I should have called first. You probably have plans for today." Amy said, her voice soft and sounding a little nervous as she raised her head again to look at Devon.
|
|
|
Post by Devon Eckes on May 1, 2009 16:57:38 GMT -6
"Ahhhummm," He looked blank for a moment. "If I did, I don't know what they were." He admitted. "What ever it was, not important. You're the only important thing now." He stood and got her bag and her coat.
"I'll put this in my room for now? So you can change? The bathroom is right next door. The other room is my roommates. Don't go in there, he's...touchy."
Down a small hallway he pushed open a door and revealed a tidy room, almost spartan in it's bareness, and set her suitcase and coat inside the door before leading her just a bit beyond to the bathroom.
"I don't know...I don't know what you like to eat." He admitted, suddenly shamed that he'd had forgotten when he knew that they'd talked about it at least once.
|
|
|
Post by Amy Wilson on May 2, 2009 15:31:25 GMT -6
Amy smiled, though it was with reluctance that she released Devon's hand. She stood and followed him down to his room, noting the sparseness of his room but said nothing.
"Is he very fierce?" Amy asked when Devon mentioned his room mate's touchiness but she didn't expect an answer.
Devon's question about what she wanted to eat surprised her, if only because she got out of the habit of chosing what to eat.
"Anything will be better than what I have been served up of late." She didn't want to name the place, remind them too strongly of where she had been and why she had been there. Amy couldn't really think of what options there might be available on the outside.
"I'll leave it to your discretion." It wasn't meant to be a test and Amy hoped Devon wouldn't treat it as such.
Amy returned to Devon's room and opened her suitcase. She looked at the contents and sighed, not knowing what to put on. "It can wait. I'll decide after I have had a shower." she thought. There was something else she needed, though.
Amy stuck her head outside Devon's room and called to him, "Could I be cheeky and borrow a towel if you have one?"
|
|
|
Post by Devon Eckes on May 2, 2009 15:39:48 GMT -6
"Rave? He can be." Devon ducked his head down a little bit, "But that's one of the things we can talk about when you're all rested up and stuff. We have so much to talk about." He looked back up and grinned ruefully. "One part of me wants to just spill my guts and get it over with and ..." He blushed slightly. "Stuff. But I know it'll be better in the long run to take everything slow and sure, and make sure everything is right... You know what I mean?"
He looked worried, but then grinned again.
"Omelets it is, it's one of the five things I can cook well." He took a step back wards, then looked at her, and took two steps forward to kiss her on the cheek. "I better retreat, because..." He gave a big dramatic sigh. "Yeah, omelets!"
He retreated then, but answered her call from around the corner of the kitchen. "In my closet, anything you want, it's yours."
My heart, my life, my soul, my towels....
|
|
|
Post by Amy Wilson on May 3, 2009 5:22:48 GMT -6
For a moment or two Amy wondered what Devon was driving at and then the penny dropped, causing Amy's countenance to match Devon's worry. She was slightly reassured when he grinned again but she knew it would worry at her while she showered. Amy could only wish that whatever it was that Devon wanted to talk about was not too serious. She felt too tired for anything too heavy.
Amy was slow on the uptake as Devon closed on her and kissed her cheek. If she had been faster she would have turned her head to take the kiss on the lips. Another opportunity missed though in light of the way her mouth felt, perhaps it was better this way.
"In my closet, anything you want, it's yours."
"Thank you." Amy replied. She resisted the temptation to do more than look for a towel. Having found a couple, one to dry her body and a smaller one for her hair she grabbed her toiletry bag and headed for the bathroom.
It was nice to be able to shower in private, to take her time and feel properly clean at the end of it. The only thing she found herself wishing, despite her best efforts to the contrary, was that Devon would find an excuse to come into the bathroom.
"That feels much better." She said to herself as she toweled herself dry. Amy wrapped her wet hair in the smaller towel and then realised that she hadn't brought through anything to wear. The towel was large enough but then she spied a bathrobe. Amy hoped that it was not Devon's room mate's as she snaffled it and donned it then wandered back into the bedroom. She lifted the lid on her suitcase but deciding what to put on seemed too much effort so she dropped the lid again and still just wearing the bathrobe and the towel Amy padded on bare feet through into the living room.
"That smells good." Amy commented.
|
|
|
Post by Devon Eckes on May 3, 2009 12:32:29 GMT -6
Devon started a new pot of coffee and then stood, staring sightlessly into the fridge, wondering what to say, and how to say it.
Right now she was in his room, taking her clothes off. In his room. Taking her clothes off. Amy. Clothes. Off. Now...Room.
He closed the white door and beat his head against the cool surface. Amy...
He heard her in the hallway, the closing of the bathroom door. The water starting. He groaned and closed his eyes, and that was worse. Already hard he padded to the bathroom door and leaned against it, heard the water patterns change as she got into the shower. Her little sounds as she washed. "Whups." and the clunk of the soap as it fell, imagining her bending over to pick it up had him practically dry humping the door.
There was no way he'd be able to have any kind of conversation with her like this. His hand was on the door knob and he turned it, but then let it go again, slowly so that it wouldn't click and alarm her. Or maybe she was in there, hoping he'd come in...
With a shuddering sigh he pushed that thought away and focused on his SA mediations, which helped him pull away from the door, but did nothing for the raging hard on that tented the PJ bottoms he was wearing. And there was no place to really hide if she came out, except...
He went into Rave's room, locked the door. He knew where everything was, having been in here many times before for many reasons. Several of them crashed over him now as he opened the drawer and got some tissues from the nightstand. Kneeling on the floor the thoughts of both of them washed over him as he handled himself and it didn't take but a few seconds for him to bite back a groan even if the release itself seemed to take forever. Lightheaded he leaned his forehead against Rave's bed for a few moments.
"Ok, ok, ok..." He breathed, collecting himself. He unlocked the door and took the tissue with him, brushing his fingertips across the bathroom door as he passed. When he got to the kitchen he shredded the tissues down the garbage disposal and washed his hands.
When she came out he had the first one done, salsa and eggs mixed together into an omlet, and bread waiting in the toaster for him to push the button. She was clean, fresh scrubbed with no make up on and her hair up in a towel so her delicate face and neck were showcased.
He forgot to breathe again for the second time today.
"That smells good." Amy commented with a soft tensive smile.
"Ahhhh...yeah." He responded. Then he grinned and blushed. "You keep... Every time I see you, I'm stunned. I must be coming off like a moron. Sit, sit... " He turned to push the button on the toaster and grab her plate and to take a deep shaky breath. Robe. Under robe...Amy. Thank god he'd taken care of himself, he was good for at least a while...
He set her plate in front of her and saw the gap where the curve of her breast was visible in the V of the robe.
For a short while...
He turned away and then sat across from her with his own.
"We're going to have to re-do every conversation we ever had." He laughed shakily as he put the plate of toast between them.
|
|
|
Post by Amy Wilson on May 3, 2009 15:50:27 GMT -6
Amy saw the direction of Devon's gaze and wished that it was more than just his gaze that was carressing the small part of her breast that was visible in the V of the robe.
"We're going to have to re-do every conversation we ever had."
"I am looking forward to that." Amy replied, smiling as she wondered what she could do to help him relax. She could understand him being excited, she was herself but it worried her that it seemed to be more than that.
"Perhaps a distraction would help." She thought and unable to resist the temptation, and half stood, leaning forward over the table toward Devon to reach for the butter.
She sat back, suddenly a little embarrassed by her audacity but feeling a thrill all the same. Amy wasn't sure how long she was going to be able to keep her hands off Devon and she had to distract herself, find work for her hands by picking up the knife and fork to make a start on the omelet.
"You said that you had something you wanted to talk about." She said, hoping to intice Devon into making a start.
|
|
|
Post by Devon Eckes on May 3, 2009 16:11:14 GMT -6
Devon watched the movement of light and shadow across the creamy skin as she reached for the butter and again his breath caught in his throat. He watched as a blush crept up neck and cheeks, she knew what she'd done, and he realized that maybe it was just as hard for her to not touch him as it was for him not to touch her.
"You said that you had something you wanted to talk about." She said as she started to eat.
"OK, yeah." He sollowed hard and drank his coffee quickly, too quickly, the hot brew burnt his lip. Which was good. No, not good. Pain was part of his addiction, he didn't want to start down that path again. Shit.
"OK. Couple of things off the bat." He took a deep breath. "I want you to know right from the start that I'm totally committed to making things work between us, so, all the stuff I'm going to say after that...don't take as anything other than just facts. I want you. I mean, I want to be with you. There's nothing else I've wanted since I met you. But, um, I'm not exactly in a good place, in my head. And the things that happened to us, kinda tipped me over the edge."
He focused on his hands rather than her face as he spoke now. "Before I never knew you, I was set up to fall. Like, dominoes. I told you some of it, my mother...my father. There's a lot, I won't go into, because that would be too much right now. But, by the time we met, you knew, I was pretty up front with you...I had a problem with sex, and relationships, and commitments."
He looked up and gave her a quick grin. "I warned you off me, remember?" But then he looked down again. "So. So we fell in love. And, it was the first time I ever loved anybody. And I was still doing these things, and I was up front with you about it, and ashamed, and I couldn't' stop. And I thought you could save me. But... then, everything happened.
"And there's a lot you don't know about. When you got arrested, I got..." His voice slowed down and it was obviously hard for him to continue. "Sicker, in my head. And when you're trial started, I started hurting myself. Every day you were on trial, I ...burnt myself. And when they sent you away, I found someone to beat the crap out of me."
He looked up and saw she was going to say something. "Don't. Just, let me get through this, at least once. OK?" He pleaded.
"Um, so, that didn't go well. Because, anyway...So I picked this school, more like a psych ward, really, to get away from everything. The media was still following around, and my parents, and all the people who wanted to still fuck me, even more now because of the media. And I started getting help. And all I really wanted was to be a better man for you. So, I worked towards that. And I fell off the wagon, a lot."
"So now I go to meetings for sexual addicts, and I'm working on being better, but there's another issue you should know about...My roommate there, is my roommate here, and he and I ...." He stopped. "He and I... have had... physical contact...with each other. Um...over the last two years. And I've made commitments to him that I would not abandon him while he's still working through his issues. But, it's not... I don't know." He shook his head.
"I don't know, but that's the worst of it, I think, for now. And I needed you to know the worst."
|
|