“Dude, that was some crazy shit.” Ben agreed, breaking off from the crowd with as much difficulty as she had had.
“Ugh… I think I need a paramedic.” Clint moaned, rubbing his upper with arm as he joined them. “Who knew moshing could be one of the one hundred ways to die in public.”
Ben smirked, digging his hands into the pockets of his always sagging jeans. On top he wore a yellow tee-shirt with a red arrow pointing down and the words “Pull here” printed across it.
“Ready to go again?” he asked, after a pregnant pause.
“Oh yeah.” Clint replied, grinning.
“Let’s go.” Timber smiled, leading the way back into the mass.
The very next night, the group found themselves at yet another great bash somewhere downtown. It was one of Ben’s underground hook-ups, automatically dictating to the teens that there would be no telling what to expect. Every song was a new mystery uncovered. Pop at one moment, rap the next, hard rock after that… the mix of appealing diversity further fueled the hearts of the mass that gathered under the streets of Calgary to party.
On this particular occasion, a raging techno-rock was pounding in the ears of all, inspiring moshing that could only lead to the good kind of injuries. However, not everyone thought these contusions to be so appealing. Infact, Timber, Clint, Bob, Carmen, and Ben where the only members of the crew courageous enough to join the stream of people, that is until Bob and Carmen retired to an isolated corner to make out. The others situated themselves around the bar, trying to gain solace in madness such as what was currently transpiring.
Dave, Kelly, and Jeanine sat near the dance floor, keeping at far enough distance, but remaining close enough to enjoy what they were witnessing. Scott had wrangled himself a group of avid musicians to talk to on the other side of the bar where he had previously intended to enjoy a beer or something of the sort, but quickly forget about that desire.
“Oh totally.” The eldest Moffatt agreed with the first of the four twenty-something guys. “I actually have this kick-ass electric kinda like that. It’s sweet as hell.”
“Do you play bass too?” Trey, a lanky man with a mop of sandy locks, asked, leaning his elbow against the bar.
“Naw, not really. I mean, I can play, but it’s really about the guitar.” Scott replied shrugging. “Guitar is my first love.”
“Dude, I totally feel ya.” Another guy, Adrian, enthusiastically agreed. “The guitar is the soul of a band. Without the guitar, you can’t possibly call it rock and roll.”
“Yeah man. What kind do you have?” Scott asked.
Angela sauntered up to her boyfriend from the bathroom, rubbing her sore arm where she had been forcefully collided with while passing by the dance floor. He second-naturedly opened his arms to her, wrapping them around her shoulders protectively and claiming her to his new acquaintances.
“Well, guitar is my first love after her.” Scott corrected his statement. “Guys, this is my girl Angela. Angie, meet Trey, Adrian, Jay, and Stefan. They have an band called Tuscany. Sounds like some good shit to me. Dedicated musicians.” He grinned. “My favorite kind of people.”
The three guys greeted Angela in a very friendly fashion, smiling at Scott’s comment. Adrian was muscularly lean with spiky dark hair atop a face that had been cut from stone. What melted his façade were his warm brown eyes that appeared to glow in the stobe lights. Jay was the shortest of the group with a baby face consisting of plush lips and a slate-green shade of eyes. He wore a cap on his head to cover his brown locks of hair with a cleanly manicured hairline. Stefan, however, was the only one who really fit the hard-rock image, his brown hair sticking up in all directions with tips that had been touched by peroxide for their yellow-blonde hue. His skin was a dark, Italian rooted, olive tone, and his eyes a sweet brown. All four appeared to be relatively casual and nice guys.
“What’s up?” Scott asked his girlfriend, noticing her look of disconcertment.
“I got hit.” She replied, rubbing her arm that was exposed due to the black tank she donned.
He kissed her shoulder, rubbing his hands up and down her arms in a comforting manner. “Do you wanna go home?” he asked, sensing that she really wasn’t having the best time.
“We don’t have to.” She replied with a sigh.
Scott smirked, his lips still on her shoulder as he inhaled the familiar scent of her perfume that radiated from her neck. “We can go.” He said, knowing that was what she really wanted. He looked up at the group of guys he had been conversing with. “It was great meeting you guys, give me a call sometime, I’d love to check out your band.” Digging in the back pocket of his snug leather jeans, the eldest Moffatt produced a card with his number on it that he always kept handy for a reason Angela did not know.
“It was awesome meeting you man, totally awesome.” Adrian rhapsodized. “I’ve seen you play and it’s really good stuff.” He continued.
Scott grinned, getting down off his high stool and draping an arm around Angela’s waist. “Thanks man. Give me a call. I mean it.” He reinforced before waving and heading off.
Angela passed them a salutational smile and wave before she allowed herself to be dragged off to the other side of the bar where Dave and the girls were. With Scott’s protection, she managed to be saved from the rowdy crowd.
“Hey Dave!” Scott exclaimed over the excruciatingly loud music near the dance floor.
Dave looked past Jeanine who turned around when hearing a familiar voice. “We’re gonna head out man. This place is kinda brutal.”
Dave just nodded, knowing it was useless to try to be heard over the pandemonium.
“We’ll take Ben’s jeep man, you make sure everyone gets home in one piece in the Expedition okay?!”
“Aiiight man, it’s cool!” Dave called in return, leaning close to his brother in order to speak directly into his ear.
Kelly suddenly broke into giggles, rocking back in her seat and nearly falling off if it weren’t for her cousin who caught her behind.
“One piece Dave!” Scott warned, digging into his skin tight pants again to retrieve the keys to his father’s SUV. He pulled the keys to Ben’s rugged Jeep Wrangler out first before he was able to find his own. During this exploration, his youngest brother and Jeanine continued their conversation that was carried by yelling into one another’s ears because of the surrounding din.
“Here man. Don’t drink. Dad’ll kill you.” Scott warned, dropping the keys into his brother’s hand. He paused for a minute, trying to realize what was wrong with the exchange he had just made. The light bulb went on. “Actually, Jeanine, you drive. I just remembered that Dave failed the road test twice and barely squeaked by on the third shot. He can’t drive for shit.” He smirked, plucking the keys from Dave’s hands and dropping them into Jeanine’s. She giggled, accepting them nonetheless because she knew Scott was right.
* * *
Outside, it rained. As Scott and Angela escaped into a quiet night that never knew what was going on under the seemingly abandoned warehouse; it was as if they entered a new universe. The air was fresh with the scent of precipitation, drizzling rain splattering the tarmac of the streets and appearing to be small white dashes in the sky under the shafts of the lampposts. Hand in hand, the two ran the two blocks up the street to where Ben was parked behind a coffee shop. He had taken Clint and Timber in his forest green Wrangler, peeling up the streets of Calgary like a psychopath. Scott unlocked his girlfriend’s door first before climbing into the drivers seat and seeking refuge from the bad weather.
As they drove back towards the suburbs, the rain progressively came down with more vigor and fierce vengeance. By the time Scott turned up his street, pulling up in front of his house by the sidewalk, it was impossible to see outside the drenched windows.
The two sat for a moment. “Do you want to make a run for it?” Scott asked, not even sure if he wanted to be subjected to the apocalyptic squall just beyond the thin frame of the jeep.
Angela paused, looking at him through damp eyelashes that glistened like a spiderweb in the rainforest. Her curls hung around her face, noticeably straighter with water weight. “Count of ten?” she suggested.
“Count of ten.” Scott agreed, not even sure if he was ready.
* * *
“I really wish we could have hit up a… classier joint.” Jeanine casually mentioned to Dave. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Timber comes out of that mosh with at least three broken bones and a hairline fracture. It’s pretty crazy in there.”
“I know what you mean. This certainly isn’t the usual club.” Dave smiled, flinching as a young man was thrown out of the crowd directly at him.
The guy who was in his mid twenties at least hit the bar between the two conversing friends. “Whoa… sorry dudes.” He grinned, pushing off the bar and diving back into the buzzing throng.
“Are you okay?” Dave asked Jeanine whose eyes were wide.
“We are getting out of here NOW.” She clarified.
* * *
“…ten!” Angela exclaimed, flinging open her side door at the same time as Scott.
The rain beat upon the two, sparing no viciousness and soaking them within seconds. Scott fumbled with the key in his blindness to lock the car door with the electronic remote control, jogging on the sopping cement to meet Angela on the other side where she treaded water waiting for him. He snatched her hand and ran for the house, dragging her behind. The lawn was soggy and spongy under his boots. The thought that his leather pants would be ruined crossed his mind, but he quickly brushed the it aside.
“Scott! I’m gonna---“
Angela released a scream as she slid in the mud and landed flat on her backside. Scott spun around in alarm, looking down at where she sat staring silently up at him. As if on a second beat, even in the draconian rain, she threw her head back and laughed. Scott stared at her like she was nuts.
“I just--- and then---“ she continued to laugh, not seeming able to regain control of herself.
Scott soon saw the comedy in the moment, beginning to chuckle as well. His chuckles soon became guffaws, and pretty soon, he too was sitting in the mud.
As the moment of pure amusement subsided, Angela created another one when she scraped a handful of mud into her fist and threw it at him…
* * *
“I can’t believe you guys are such haters.” Ben muttered sourly. “That was possibly the best rave of the summer and you guys are complaining about how it’s too much for you. Are y’all loosing your touch? Are you guys becoming… responsible?” he spat as if it were a bad word.
“No Ben, we would just like to keep our vital organs in tact.” Timber responded, rubbing her ribs again. “I really think I cracked a rib.”
Clint, who sauntered beside her as the group headed down a hall for the exit, reached over and took this opportunity to rub her ribcage. “Yeah. It could be broken.” He accorded, though he was only searching for a reason to touch her.
Bob rolled his eyes. “Get a life Clint.” He snickered, hand in hand with Carmen and bringing up the rear.
“Hey, you guys,” Jeanine spoke up. “Let’s go to a real club where the people do not use other people as projectiles.” She suggested, yanking open the door to the building and displaying the weather outdoors to the crew.
“Shit.”
“Shit.”
“Shit!”
“Shit.”
“Shit.”
“Shit.”
“Shit.”
“Damnit.” Ben frowned. “It’s fucking raining.”
“Let’s wait it out. These are new shoes.” Kelly said.
Bob and Ben looked at her strangely.
“Well they are!” Kelly exclaimed.
“Yeah, I don’t feel like being pummeled with bodyparts then vicious rain all in one day.” Timber commented.
“We can wait a few minutes.” Ben suggested smartly. “Then if it doesn’t subside, we’ll have to make a run for it. But in the mean time…” he pulled his cellular phone out of his back pocket. “I’ll make some calls and found out about parties going on in the local area.”
* * *
With arms around each other and shared giggles, Angela and Scott staggered into the empty Moffatt house covered in mud. She slipped out of her shoes by the door, her boyfriend mimicking her.
“Man…” Scott chuckled. “That was the most fun I’ve had in ages.” He admitted, reaching to pluck a clump of muddy grass from her hair.
Angela nudged him. “I’m freezing though.” She said. “And dirty.”
“I like being dirty with you.” Scott smiled candidly, leaning forward to place a kiss on her lips.
Angela only giggled in return, spreading her palm on his chest to put an end to something that would unequivocally begin if left up to him.
“We need showers.” Scott said, looking down at himself. “It’s Armageddon out there.” He continued, looking up to the windows by the front door. “Staying over?” he asked her.
Angela glanced out the window to see that it was indeed storming pretty bad. “I guess so.” She replied with a light shrug.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” Scott said, tugging her hand and leading her upstairs.
* * *
“Here you go.” He said, handing his girlfriend a plush, pale-green towel. “You can use my bathroom. I’ll go hop in my parent’s shower.”
Angela nodded. “Thank you.” She said, brushing his arm with her fingertips before heading down the hall to the bathroom the four boys shared.
“Leave your clothes in the hall and I can throw them in the wash or something.” Scott added as he fished a towel from the large collection in the linen closet for himself.
Angela just smiled at him before shutting the door to the bathroom.
Scott sighed contentedly as he watched her disappear from the hall.
* * *
Scott finished in the shower long before she did. Trekking back down the hallway with a towel around his waist and his muddy clothes held at arms length, he breathed in the cooler air, allowing it to hit his damp skin in a titillating breeze that elicited goosebumps along the tanned surface. As he had requested, Angela had left her clothes outside the door. As he had expected, she had gone to the extreme level of neatly folding them; she was always so overly considerate in that manner. He grinned at the thought as he bent down to scoop up the pile. He could hear the water running beyond the door as well as the sound of her soft singing. It was amazing how after one year he still didn’t know as much about her as he thought. She sung in the shower. He took mental note of that.
Scott went downstairs to the laundry room, still in only a towel, and placed their clothing into the washing machine, leaving his leather pants in the sink for later dry cleaning. When he went back upstairs, Angela was still in the shower.
“Girls.” He mumbled to himself with a fond smile, heading into his bedroom at the end of the hallway.
He tugged a pair of white boxers with little red spades on, tossing his towel into a pile of dirty clothes that seemed to be a constant presence in the corner of his bedroom by the window. He paused at the realization. He was going to have a girl in his room.
“Maybe I should clean up some of my shit…” the young man thought aloud. He leaned over and scooped the clothes up, cramming them into his closet and shutting the door with much effort. Turning around at the closet door, he surveyed the rest of the bedroom. It wasn’t like Angela had never been in his bedroom before, but this time seemed different. She was spending the night this time. She had never spent the night.
“Are the sheets clean?” Scott asked himself, then nodded in satisfaction when he remembered that Sheila had chided him about using the same sheets for extended periods of time earlier that day. He had changed them just that morning. Infact, they probably still smelled like fabric softener.
Angela still hadn’t returned. Scott paused a minute. What if she had fallen and hit her head? What if something had happened? He peeked his head out into the hall, listening for her singing. After a second, he was able to tune in. At least she was okay. He headed back into his bedroom, deciding to open the CD he had gotten the day before. It was still sitting on his dresser by his stereo. Peeling off the plastic wrapping, he placed it in the bed of the CD player, taking the case with him and going to sit back on the bed to flip through the booklet as a method of passing the time.
“I should pull back the sheets.” Scott said aloud to himself again.
He stood up and did just that, taking extra care to fold the pulled back portion of the duvet over into a crisp angle. After marveling over his work, he aimed to sit back down, but paused. What if she didn’t want to sleep in the same bed? It wasn’t like anything was going to happen, but she might still have reservations. Scott sat down on the near side of the bed, towards the door, pondering this topic. If she didn’t want to sleep in the same bed, then he could always go sleep in Clint’s bed. Or the floor. It really didn’t matter that much…or did it? He did want to be able to reach out and touch her in the middle of the night if he needed reassurance of her presence. He would like nothing more than to wake up with her in the bed beside him. But she most likely wouldn’t want to. He could tune in to her thoughts like that. That was the reason he had denied her the night before. She wasn’t ready. He knew she wasn’t. But that didn’t matter anymore. He was perfectly content with the closeness he felt to her over the past few days. Which was why he wanted to---
“Hi.” She said softly, looming in the doorway wrapped in the plush green towel.
Her curls hung on her collar, half obscuring her face as they dangled gently with her slight movements. She took his breath away.
“H---hi.” He managed, gazing over her as she shut the door and slowly approached. “I--- um…” he cleared his throat. He had never seen her wearing so little. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to sleep in the same bed with me, so I, um, I could sleep on the floor, or in Clint’s room or something if you don’t. It’s cool. I just---“
“Scott…” she said softly, her hand on his smooth shoulder while the other hand clutched the towel tightly on her body.
He gazed up at her, silenced.
“I want to.” Angela replied, swallowing thickly as her brown eyes bore into his blue ones.
Scott released a breath, rubbing his leg gently on hers as she stood between them. Her skin was so smooth as his hands extended to graze her thighs. “Good.” He smirked. “Because I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I knew you were so close and---“
“No Scott.” Angela said in that same breathy tone she had maintained for the past few moments. “I--- I want to.”
He was silent again, looking up into her eyes and trying to read her thoughts. The truth was that he had no clue what she was getting at.
Sensing this, Angela boldly loosened the fist clutching the towel to her body, allowing the fabric to slide off her skin and exposing her body to him for the first time.
His eyes continued to meet hers in a staring match that he knew he would loose. The reality of the moment was all too surreal to him. His fingers continued to stroke the flawless skin on her thighs in tiny, very slight motions. He finally gave in and his warm, blue eyes swept down the map of her skin from her eyes over her soft breasts and light brownish-pink nipples, over her stomach and the curvature of her hips, to the soft strip of dark pubic hairs between her thighs.
“Oh my God.” He gasped, not able to control his emotions any longer.
Angela studied his face, searching for signs that he didn’t like what he saw, that he was repulsed by her. Finally resolving in the fact that she saw none, she threaded her fingers back through his damp hair.
Scott managed to peel his eyes from her body long enough to meet her eyes again. “Angela… are you…”
“I’m sure.” She whispered.
He took in her appearance for a few more moments before realizing that he was the one who was going to take action. And so he rose up off the bed, standing directly before her, towering over her. Her breath was coming quick as her eyes raised to meet his. For a second, he saw a glimmer of fear behind the traces of caramel, but they quickly melted into something that couldn’t be described. His hands twitched, longing to touch her all over, to feel the contours of her skin on his own body, but he resisted, opting to sweep her off her feet instead.
Angela gasped as he cradled her in his arms, laying her gently on the bed. His leaned over her, his lips, moving towards hers but veering out of their path to just beside her ear. “I want this to be perfect…” he breathed hotly, raising back up to his full height.
Angela’s pulse continued to skyrocket, even as she tugged the sheets up over her body, watching her loving boyfriend go to his dresser and fiddle through his compact discs for a moment before settling on the right one. The music changed to something of a more romantic nature. A sweet voice lingered in the still air a moment later and Angela knew she would forever associate that voice with the subtle contours of Scott’s slightly freckled back.
He slowly lit candles around the room until the dancing flames provided sufficient light to illuminate the entire room and bring it to life after the lights had been shut off. She bit her lip in apprehension, not knowing what to expect, but knowing this was it and every beat of her heart was ready for it.
She accepted his lips upon hers in a kiss that had never been experienced. Scott hesitated before lowering himself to the bed beside her. He wanted to be close enough to feel every bit of her, yet he wasn’t sure how close they could get at a moment of such confusion and awkwardness. Nevertheless, their lips danced to the music, their tongues gently mingling together. Both hearts thudded at a break-neck speed, feeling as if they might just burst from the bodies that held them and jump around the room in utter hysteria. His fingers combed back into her hair, brushing her curls back from her cheeks as his lips advanced to traveling down her neck. She lay deeper into the pillows, trying to savor the feeling of his lips moving lower to her chest and his hands slowly removing the sheet.
His mouth made a deliberate path to the already pert nipple of her left breast, taking it in for the first time. Hearing her soft sigh of enjoyment fueled his actions as he focused on her pleasuring her as much as possible. Her right breast was next, receiving the same attention as the left. He could hear her heart beating, pausing to lay his head over it and listen for a period of relaxation. His eyes flashed up to hers and he smiled softly.
“You are so beautiful… you’re amazing…” he sighed, dropping kisses in an inconsistent pattern down her stomach.
His lips took the route down her right leg and he made his way all the way along the perfectly waxed surface, sitting back on his heels and raising her leg up to his lips to he could kiss every inch of her, not stopping until he reached her toes. That was when he gently guided her other leg up onto his other shoulder, starting at her toes and traveling back up to her stomach. Angela giggled in a now relaxed calm, feeling the tickling sensation of his lips as they ventured over her knees and up her thigh to her navel. His hands followed suit along her thigh as he laid his body over hers again. This time, she could feel his stiffness under the fabric of his boxer shorts. Scott completed his trail up to her lips, conforming his mouth to hers and presenting his tongue to her desire. She smoothed her hands over his stomach, feeling his bristly pubic hairs that sparsely created a path into the waistband of his undershorts. She tugged on that waistband, guiding his shorts down his muscular legs until he kicked them off, allowing them to fall over the edge of the bed. He leaned back and tugged the covers up over them, about to return his lips to hers, but pausing. He looked into her eyes.
“Are you sure you’re ready Angela?” he asked softly.
She sighed gently in a blissful breath. “Yes Scott. I’m so sure it hurts.”
Would you dance… if I asked you to dance?
Scott nodded slightly, letting his heart rest. He softly covered her lips with his own, gently pushing her hair back from her face. This time, there was no doubt.
Would you run… and never look back?
He reached over to his nightstand, sliding the top drawer open, the slight movement of the table causing the flame on the candle that sat on top to dance with the same fiery desire he felt at that moment.
Would you cry… if you say me cry?
He removed a condom.
And would you save my soul, tonight?
Scott gently shut the drawer as to not disturb the candle and shifted so he was sitting up on her hips and straddling her. With his erection standing tall and proud, he looked down at her body once more, amazed at how much he was suddenly coming to learn. When he caught her eyes gazing down at him, he blushed, rolling off of her and laying at her side. The sheets covered his bottom half, allowing him privacy as he put the condom on. She watched his hands moving underneath the sheets, relating that scene to how they would so nimbly move underneath her shirt or blouse whenever given the opportunity. The thought made her smile with realization that she had made the right decision. She loved Scott. She was ready to experience that love to every possible level.
Would you tremble… if I touched your lips?
He positioned himself back on top of her after getting situated. She gently bit her lip, meeting his eyes with such trust and complete submission in them, he was left feeling as vulnerable as she did.
Would you laugh… oh please tell me this.
“I love you…”
Now would you die… for the one you loved?
“I love you too…” she breathed.
Hold me in your arms, tonight.
Scott dropped a soft but scorching kiss on her lips again, brushing his fingers over her cheek. He met her eyes again, his hand snaking down to grip his rigid penis.
I can be your hero baby… I can kiss away the pain.
Angela bit into her lip again, parting her legs for him. He guided himself to her opening and she accepted him inside her, slowly at first before he filled her with his entire length.
I will stand by you forever… you can take my breath away.
She gasped, a slight whimper of pain escaping her lips. But looking up into his shining blue eyes, she knew that there was nothing to fear. All that surrounded her was love; his love. And his love was all she needed.
Would you swear… that you’ll always be mine?
“Here… put you legs… around me.” He gently guided, slipping his hands over her thighs and aiding her in wrapping her legs around his hips.
Or would you lie… would you run and hide?
“Oh God…”
Am I too deep? Have I lost my mind?
He slowly slipped himself partway out of her before pushing back to her depths. She whimpered softly, clutching his back, but keeping her gaze directly into his eyes.
I don’t care… you’re here tonight.
Scott managed to keep a steady pace with her, the feeling was so amazing… he had never experienced such physical and emotional stimulus at the same time. He felt like he was loosing his sanity with each thrust inside her. Maybe he was loosing his sanity…
I can be your hero baby… I can kiss away the pain.
“Are you… okay?” he managed through his labored breath.
I will stand by you forever… you can take my breath away.
Angela’s panting gasps matched his, interspersed with light whimpering moans. She nodded carefully. His trembling hand pushed her hair back as his damp lips made contact with hers.
Oh, I just want to hold you… I just want to hold you.
As their kiss broke off, Scott grunted lightly in abandon, feeling her contracting around him as she grew closer to the end. His breath brushed over her face like a warm zephyr, cooling the streaks her hot tears made over her cheeks.
Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?
His fingers gently stroked her tears away, his lips dropping kisses in their place as her chin trembled.
I don’t care… you’re here tonight.
He felt her getting closer as her mews of painful love grew more eager, her legs tightening around his waist and allowing him better access in the last crucial moments of their lovemaking.
I can be your hero baby…
She released a final gasp, her sudden contractions pushing him over the edge.
“Oh God…” Scott panted as he tumbled into the throes of passion. His hips twitched with each spurt he released inside her and it was his turn to gasp in a shuddering bliss.
I can kiss away the pain…
The end product of their activity was the entanglement of their bodies sheened over with a mist of perspiration. He remained on top of her for a moment, trying to find consciousness from where his head was nestled in the crook of her neck. He had never felt something so powerful before. His life would never be the same.
Her hands against his chest prompted him to slip out of her, sliding his weight off her body to lay next to her on the bed.
I will stand by you forever…
She cuddled up against him, desperate for his touch and affection in her moment of vulnerability. Scott wrapped his arms around her, pressing his lips to her forehead in a loving kiss. She slipped her arms around him, burying her face against his chest. Scott tugged the sheets up around them, having no care in the world. At that moment, he felt above it all. He felt as if they were the only two people alive. At that moment, they had forever to just be.
He branded the top of her head with another kiss, intertwining his fingers in her hair. She squeezed him with her arms, telling him so many things without a single word spoken…
You take my breath away… let me be your hero…