“Where are we going?” Angela suddenly asked from in the passenger’s seat of Kelly’s vehicle, a tinge of panic in her voice.
She did not need an answer. The scenery was all too familiar.
“Kelly, where are we going?!” Angela demanded, sitting forward in her seat and stretching the seatbelt across her chest.
“We’re just stopping in for a minute.” Kelly quickly excused herself, knowing she was not a good liar, nor could she conceal her scheme from such a good friend. “The gang’s over.” She continued nervously, trying to think of a way to ease her friend into such a volatile situation.
“I don’t care.” Angela frowned defiantly, sitting back in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest.
As Kelly’s Volkswagen Beetle pulled into the Moffatt’s driveway, Patti unclipped herself from her child-seat and leaned up from the back.
“Are we going to see Scotty!?” she asked excitedly, clapping her hands as she was preparing to get out of the vehicle.
“Patti, baby, stay seated for a minute.” Kelly cooed, placing the car in park.
“Kelly.” Angela was urgent this time. “Kelly… I don’t want to do this.”
“Just for a minute.” Kelly said softly.
“Kelly!” Angela exclaimed, her eyes beginning to fill up. “I want to go home. Please. I do NOT want to be here!”
Kelly was silent, expressing compassion through her countenance. She sighed, lowering her eyes and wishing there was a brand of band-aid for a situation such as the one at hand. Seeing no other way to display the emotions she was currently experiencing, she just sighed. “I just want us all to be friends again.” She admitted, not enjoying the feeling of being helpless.
Angela shook her head, eyes closed, tears streaming down her cheeks in silent anguish. “I know.” She whispered, trying to remain calm for fear of alarming her sister. “I know… but it’s… it’s too soon. I can’t. I can’t go in there.”
Kelly was stretching her hand out to place upon that of the other girl as Patti shrieked in elation. “Boobie!” the baby cried, scooting to the driver’s side of the vehicle and placing her hands on the window. “Boobie! Boobie! Boobie!” she giggled.
Bob tried the handle, seeing that the car was still locked.
Kelly shot Angela a brief look of powerlessness before unlocking the car and allowing Bob entry.
“Boobie!” Patti giggled as he scooped her out of her seat.
“Hey sweetie!” Bob smiled, kissing the little girl on the cheek.
He leaned down to look into the vehicle. “Hey guys… are you coming in?” he asked, his query directed specifically towards Angela.
Angela paused, wiping her face as Kelly began to alight. Bob handed Kelly the little girl in his arms and gave her a slight look that directed her to head for the house. Fresh tears decorated the rosy cheeks of Angela’s face, as she remained fastened in the passenger’s seat.
“So…” Bob began cheerfully, sliding into the backseat. “We could stay here instead if you want.” He smirked.
Angela just smiled, wiping the rest of her tears away.
“Please.” Bob added, a hopeful eyebrow raised.
Angela sniffled, pausing before her voice broke out of her throat. “Is he here?” she asked.
“No.” Bob replied promptly. “Angela… we all want to see you. Just so you know, no one’s mad at you. We’re not concerned about what happened. We’re just concerned about everyone being friends again.”
Angela smiled softly and nodded.
“Everyone’s worried about you. We want you to be okay.” He added softly, his eyes dropping as the pangs of sadness crept into his chest from their hiding place in an unknown location.
She shrugged lightly before sighing a drawn out wind that diffused into the space of the car. After a momentary pause, Angela opened the passenger’s side door and climbed out into the night.
Bob smirked with pride before getting out on his side. He waited for her to come around then put his arm around her shoulders, gazing up at the early traces of stars flickering on as if by light switch.
The two headed up to the side door.
* * *
It was night. The streetlamps shone in yellow-white pools onto the cement of the street. He paused in the driveway, staring upwards towards the moon, a silver orb of glow, masked by the haze of cotton clouds.
A day well spent.
Scott ran his left hand through his hair, smoothing it to rough edges, and flicked his cigarette into the lawn. An orange glow emanated until it eventually died due to lack of an ample oxygen source.
It was smoked only two thirds down.
He proceeded towards the house with caution, a portent of emotion strengthening with each step.
* * *
There was a zephyr, swaying the tall stalks of grass so they appeared to lean in one direction by the workings of an invisible hand. She looked up at the sky, startlingly bright cobalt, not a single cloud in sight. The textured remains of a fallen tree scratched her legs even through her long black dress. Her dress was silken, its tail threatening to run away with the grass blades, her unruly curls even longing to peel forward from her face on the wind. Hands clasped in her lap, she cast her eyes downwards, studying the intertwining of fingers that trembled not of her volition.
Dime porque lloras (tell me why you’re crying)... Scott lay his hand on the chapped bark, as if to grasp her attention.
De felicidad (of happiness)… Angela’s eyes raised momentarily to glance towards his face before her focus slipped back to her curdled hands.
Y porque te ahogas (and why you drown)... He beckoned, fingers stirring as he leaned closer, investigating her reticence.
She raised her eyes finally to rest in his. Por la soledad (for loneliness)... Her heart was bleeding for him, yet she swallowed deeply, attempting to capture her every emotion before they could be swept away on the wind.
Di porque me tomas (why do you choose me)… his eyes squinted, beseeching. Fuetre asi, mis manos (so strong, my hands)… He held his hands outward, displaying his palms to her, as if the only way to make her understand was to show her. Y tus pensamientos te van llevando (and your thoughts, will always be with me)… He dropped his hands to his lap, defeated.
Angela rose to her feet, turning her back to him as she gazed at the sky, noticing that there was no sun, just blue for as far as the eye could see.
He was quick to be at her side, standing so close behind her she could nearly taste his presence just at her back.
Yo te quiero tanto (I want you so much)… She nearly turned, her lips parted, as if to return to him.
Y porque sera (and because I am)… He urged, his feet agile, capable of thrusting his body into hers at any given moment.
Angela turned her face back, this time downcast, eyes closed with scorn. Loco, testarudo (crazy, stubborn)… her eyebrows creased in frustration. No lo dudes mas (don’t doubt it anymore)… She shook her head slightly before raising her eyes back to the empty sky. Aunque en el futuro haya un muro enorme (although in the future there will be an enormous wall)… She sighed, releasing her anger and replacing it with a longing desire that caused the wind to cease momentarily. Yo no tengo miedo, quiero enamorarme (I am not afraid, I want to fall in love with you)...
She had to walk away. Though her eyes told the entire world that she was breaking, she fastened her hands together before her and began to walk towards the only feature in this field of forever; a large, weeping, willow tree, tears of branches wafting as the zephyr pressed on.
Scott rushed to keep up with her calm steps, seeming to scurry against the wind. No me ames, porque pienses que parezco diferente (don’t love me because you think that I am different)…
Angela stopped abruptly, spinning on her heels to face him, her face brightening with anger. Tu no pienses ques es lo justo ver passar el tiempo juntos (you don’t think that it is fair to see time spent together)…
As she turned away, he continued after her, his steps measured and tentative. No me ames, que comprendo la mentira que seria (don’t love me, I understand the lie that it would be)…
Angela stopped once more, but did not look back this time. Si tu amor no merezco (if I didn’t deserve your love)… she gazed towards the ground as if weighted by her shoulders. No me ames, mas quedate otra dia (don’t love me, but stay another day)…
He stepped around her to look her in the eye but she would not direct her gaze up towards him. He cocked his head to the side, attempting to see her shadowed face framed by raven curls. No me ames porque estoy perdido (don’t love me because I am lost), porque combie el mundo (because I changed the world), porques es el destino (because it is destiny), porque… no se puede (because it’s not possible), somos un espejo (we are a mirror), y tu asi serias lo que yo de me reflejo (and you would always be only my reflection)…
Angela looked Scott in the eye then stepped past him continuing to stroll into the wind. No me ames para estar muriendo (don’t love me because I am dying), dentro de una guerra llena de arrepentimientos (in a war of regrets)… No me ames para estar en tierra (don’t love me for worldly reasons), quiero alzar el vuelo (I want to fly)…
He fell into step beside her and they finally walked together, approaching the weeping willow. …con tu gran amor por el azul del cielo (with this great love on the blue of the sky)…
Angela gracefully intertwined in the hanging branches, making her way underneath them while Scott became tangled, pushing them aside with his hands. He reached out to her but his hands fell inches short, as if he could not yet touch her for fear that she may dissipate.
His shoulders dropped as she yet again stared out at the blue above from behind the curtain of branches in despair. He paused. No se que decirte (I don’t know what to tell you)… esa la verdad (this is the truth)… he made a move towards her. Si la gente quiere (if the people want to know)… sabe lastimar (how to show compassion)…
She turned to him abruptly, hair whipping, eyebrows furrowing once more. Tu y yo partiremos (you and I separated) ellos no se mueven (they don’t move)… her eyes were pleading. Pero en este cielo sola no me dejes (but in this lonely sky, don’t leave me)… She turned away and slipped through the weeping branches heading outward into the field.
Scott hurried behind her in a panic, not daring to let her out of his sight. No me dejes, no me dejes (don’t leave me, don’t leave me), no me eschuches si te digo “no me ames” (don’t listen to me when I tell you not to love me)… He reached out, slipping in front of her so she would stop moving so fast.
Angela began to cry, the tears moving silently as her black dress swirled upwards in a blooming display. She wished to touch him, but he was so far, although he was right in front of her. She lowered her face. No me dejes (don’t leave me), no disarmes mi corazon con ese no me ames (don’t disarm my heart with all this “don’t love me”)… she shook her head in confusion, her curls bobbing even more.
Scott attempted to reach towards her yet again. No me ames (don’t love me), te lo ruego (that I beg you)… mi amargura dejame (my grief leaves me)…
She pulled away, turning from him and looking to the clouds that were beginning to invade from an unknown location in the sky. Sabes bien (you know well), que no puedo (that’s not possible)… que es inutil (that it is useless), que siempre te amare (that I will always love you)…
She continued out, slowly this time, finally opening her hands to see that she held black roses. Turning to him, he wore white. She began to walk away, and he followed… two steps behind.
Scott’s head was lowered, automatically knowing where her footsteps were to fall. No me ames pues te hare sufrir (don’t love me because I made you suffer) con este corazon que se ileno de mil invienos (with a heart that is filled with a thousand winters)…
Angela raised her eyes, watching the clouds roll by in fast action. No me ames (don’t love me) para asi olvidarte de tus dias grises (to forget your grey days), quiero que me ames solo por amarme (I want you to love me only to love me)…
He continued, watching her grace… watching the wind hasten and blow her silk dress further. No me ames (don’t love me), tu y yo volaremos (you and I will fly), uno con el otro (one with the other) y seguiremos siempre juntos (and always be together)…
She ceased walking, looking to him, into his eyes, stepping closer, flowers lowering with her arms. Este amor es como el sol que sale tras de la tormenta (this love is like the sun that comes from behind the torment)… como dos cometas en la misma estela (like two commets in the same star)…
He stepped forth, slowly extending his hand to her arm, the inches closing in volatile contact.
And finally, his skin grazed her skin…
* * *
Angela opened her eyes abruptly, exhaling in a startled gasp. She gazed directly into the blue of his eyes and her breath caught in her throat.
His fingers grazed her skin gently as he lifted Patti out of her lap, the little girl giggling in delight at seeing her best friend. Scott prolonged their staring match, eight other eyes in the room watching closely. He then turned away, pretending nothing had happened.
“Scotty! I missed you so much!” Patti chattered, playing with his necklaces and smiling brightly.
He bounced her on his hip. “Really?” he asked playfully, carrying her to the other side of the room.
He should not have dared go near her. When he had entered the house, he had not expected Angela to be there, sitting back on the couch beside Timber and sleeping while the others engaged in their mindless banter around her. He should not have attempted to lift Patti out of her lap, knowing she would awaken… knowing he may touch her skin. His arm tingled where the contact had been made. He felt sick to his stomach. He had attempted to pretend as if everything were alright, playing it cool, calm, and collected, but nothing was okay. Nothing would ever be alright again.
Scott cleared his throat, signaling for Ben to get off the recliner so that he may sit down. If he stood a moment longer he would faint.
Ben grinned. “Yeah, yeah. Patti immunity.” He grumbled, hopping up and taking a spot on the floor.
Scott managed a smirk, settling into the recliner and passing an involuntary glance towards Angela. She was staring directly at him.
“Scotty!” Patti exclaimed, trying to grasp his attention. “I can pee-pee in the toilet!” she informed him proudly.
Timber began to chuckle. “Hey Patti, that’s great! Now maybe you can give Clint a few pointers.”
Bob outright guffawed at his best friend’s quip while Clint was less amused.
Patti continued. “I’m a potty train!” she giggled. “I getsta wear undies!” she continued, proceeding to pull up her dress to provide evidence for her current lap.
Scott blushed and chuckled, assisting her in lowering her skirt out of embarrassment. “Good job Patti! I am so proud of you!” he responded emphatically.
“I know!” Patti continued.
“You’re a big girl now.” Scott continued to reinforce. “Look at you.” He said after a moment, seeing Angela in every one of her features. It had been so long since he had last seen her. He looked directly at Angela, forgetting for a moment; caught up in the atmosphere of the coterie. “Our little baby is growing up too fast.” He informed her with a smirk before catching himself and wiping that smirk promptly from his face.
His face began to burn. He had to get out of that room. It was too easy to forget that he hated her. He did not want to love her anymore.
“I haveta go.” He said quickly, loosing air. “I have to go.” He stood up, Patti in his arms and handed her to Ben nearby before leaving the room promptly, running up the stairs to his bedroom and slamming the door so hard, it was heard in the silent living room.
Kelly, Jeanine and Dave in the loveseat; Timber, Bob, Carmen and Angela in the sofa; Clint situated on the floor between Timber’s calves; Ben on the floor holding Patti… all were dumbfounded and rendered silent by the display.
Angela felt her eyes welling with tears and confusion and longing for him. “I…” she began to stand. “I should go…”
“No, don’t go.” Ben immediately cut in, situating Patti comfortably on his lap as she struggled to follow Scott.
“Scotty!” Patti whined.
“I really have to go.” Angela’s voice broke.
“Shit.” Bob cursed.
“Hey!” Timber barked. “You sit your ass down. There is a J.Lo video on and not any amount of melodrama is going to make me miss my baby-mamma in action!”
Angela bit into her lip as the tears blurred her vision. “Patti… come on.”
“Scotty!” Patti whined, the little girl’s lower lip pouting. “I wanna stay with Scotty!”
“I’ll go with you Angie.” Kelly announced.
“No, stay.” Angela hastily replied, scooping Patti out of Ben’s lap.
The little girl struggled, but Angela did not seem to notice, carting her out of the room and leaving the house of too many memories, via the front door. She paused before closing it, looking directly up the steps down the hallway towards Scott’s bedroom.
She then shut the door and escaped into the night.
Scott had silently cracked his door a moment prior and was watching her leave.
* * *
“This is such bullshit.” Clint muttered, shaking his head.
“Dare I ask what you speak of…” Timber requested. “… Just for clarification’s purpose.”
“This situation!” Clint blew up. “Like what the fuck? All this drama!” he exclaimed, shaking his head in annoyance. “First it’s Scott and Angie, then Bob and Carmen, then it’ll be Dave and Jeanine, then Jeanine and Kelly will start fighting… I mean, shit!” he cried out. “Can’t we all just get a-fucking-long?!”
“Apparently not.” Bob smirked.
“This isn’t funny.” Clint pointed out.
“Are you having a period or something?” Bob demanded. “Because you’re really getting on my right nerve.”
“You can say that again.” Timber muttered, reaching to the coffee table over Clint’s head in order to retrieve the remote control. “But if you do I will have to inflict bodily harm.” She added.
Dave nudged Jeanine in the ribs with his elbow. “Let’s go for a walk.” He whispered, no longer wishing to participate in the current discourse.
“Where are you two going?” Clint demanded.
“Somewhere else.” Dave smirked, taking Jeanine’s hand as the two stepped over Ben’s legs in crossing before the television.
“Hey! Get back!” Clint exclaimed, trying to rise to his feet.
Timber looped her legs over his shoulders and tugged him back into his seat. “Whoa there Tanto. You sit that ass down.” She directed.
“Can’t we just lock Scott and Angela in a room and make them stop fighting?” the eldest triplet brainstormed.
“Tried it and failed.” Dave called from the foyer as he opened the door to leave with his girlfriend.
“Hey! Here’s an idea!” Timber exclaimed with false enthusiasm. “Why don’t we let them work out their own problems? Shit. I’m not Oprah.” She smirked. “They can figure out their own shit.”
“No shit.” Bob agreed.
“That way… I don’t have to do anything… nobody else has to do anything… and… yeah!” Timber smiled, still perusing the television. “Piece of cake.”
“Piece of pie.” Bob put in.
“Piece of ass.” Timber grinned salaciously.
Carmen began to chuckle from the other side of Bob on the sofa. “I like that!” she smirked.
Timber just shrugged, pleased with her comments.
Clint abruptly dropped his argument, realizing that Timber’s legs were still strewn over his shoulders from where he sat above. Her legs… one on either shoulder… meaning her legs were spread… right behind his head… if only he could turn around and push her down… she’d be in the perfect position…
Clint raised his knees, hiding the physical signs of his devious thoughts. “Timber… I think it’s bed time.” He announced, interrupting her light conversation on pick-up lines with Carmen.
“What?” Timber asked, genuinely confused.
Clint sprang to his feet, sending her legs into the air as she shrieked in surprise and began to giggle.
“Bedtime.” He announced, seizing her hand. “Here… you can sleep in my room.”
“What?” Timber asked, grinning at the comedy of Clint’s sudden outbursts.
“Come on!” Clint cried out, leaning down and swinging her up over his shoulder.
Timber cried out, not as amused as Bob, Carmen, and Ben. Kelly was not very amused either.
“Hey!” Timber exclaimed, beginning to giggle as she pounded on Clint’s back. “Put! Me! Down!!!” she crowed.
“I didn’t know Clint was that strong.” Ben commented, sitting back and smirking.
“Ehhh. Timber’s not that heavy.” Bob shrugged.
“Anorexic bitch.” Kelly muttered, crossing her arms and slumping back in the love seat. “You know what? I’m going to head out to Angie’s and see if she’s okay.”
“Yeah. Good idea.” Carmen agreed, starting to rise to her feet. “I’ll go with you. I think Angela needs some major girl support right now.” She sighed, snatching her sweatshirt off her seat. “I mean… I have to say that I’m with Clint. This really sucks. Like… now that Angie and Scott are fighting, it’s like we all can’t even hang like we used to.”
“It’s only been like a week plus.” Bob reasoned. “They’re both still mad. I mean, they’ll get over it eventually. They always do.” He sighed, slumping down into the sofa further with the remote control.
“Dude.” Ben announced. “I want to go see what Clint and Timber are up to.”
Kelly rolled her eyes, slipping into her shoes at the front door. “Knock yourself out.” She sighed, opening the front door. “I’ll see you guys later.”
* * *
“So…” Dave trailed off, breaking the silence that had settled between his girlfriend and himself as they trailed from beneath one lamppost to the next, their hands swinging together.
Jeanine raised her eyes from the sidewalk unfolding before her footsteps and smiled at him. “So…” she mimicked, lacing her fingers more tightly in his.
Dave grinned, suddenly pausing and jerking her arm as she continued, not knowing he was ready to stop. “Where exactly are we headed?” he asked, smiling sheepishly.
Jeanine turned to him, grasping his other hand. “I dunno.” She giggled, tossing her head and sending her wavy hair into a flourish behind her head. “I just don’t think I want to be with everyone else right now… what with all the fighting that’s going on right now.” She hesitated once more, raising her eyes to his. “We can just stroll around; it’s a really nice night.”
Dave grinned. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He agreed, pulling her towards him by the arms. “Come here.” He growled, tugging her so her body was pressed against his.
He pressed his lips down against hers, smiling as they kissed. Jeanine giggled against his mouth, pulling back and smirking.
“Let’s go.” She rolled her eyes, tugging his hand as she led the way further down the street.
Dave skipped a step to catch up with her, smacking her behind then sliding his arms over her soulders. “I love you Janie.” He sighed.
Jeanine smiled. “I love you.” She concurred. “Janie.” She hummed as an afterthought. “I like that.”
* * *
“Angie.” Kelly sighed compassionately, resting her head back against the wall next to the bathroom door. “Angie please come out.” She pleaded, rapping her knuckles back against the door.
There was no response besides the immutable running of the sink.
Kelly growled with irritation. “I swear to God who made me,” she narrowed her eyes, locking gazes with Carmen who sat on the bed aimlessly. “If I get my hands around Scott’s neck, I will honestly kill him.”
Carmen pursed her lips. “Come on Kelly. I think it’s best you don’t get so involved.” She carefully suggested.
Kelly’s jaw dropped in astonishment. She shook her head carefully. “I cannot even believe you just said that.” She gasped.
Carmen ceased to toy with one of Patti’s stuffed animals that sat on the bed. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Angela is my friend! Of course I’m taking her side!” she exclaimed. “What? Am I going to just let some stupid guy break her heart over and over again? No! I will NEVER take Scott’s side in anything. Jesus Carmen, where is your sense of priority?”
Carmen perked an eyebrow. “All right crusader, you need to take a deep breath because you’re starting to get on my nerves.”
“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Kelly demanded, her face reddening with irritation.
Just as an argument was about to begin, Angela cracked open the door and stepped out, dressed in a white, gauzy tee-shirt. She stood in the doorway for a moment, gazing at the two girls as they stared right back waiting for her to show some sign of life.
Angela just stared for a moment, her eyes threatening to fill. She swallowed, remembering the dream; remembering that they would be together in the future. That was all she needed for the moment. She could rely on that notion to keep her going.
“Look… I appreciate all of--- this.” Angela spoke up, her voice hoarse at first. “But… I mean… Kelly, there’s no reason to be so… and Carmen… thank you. But I just need to deal with this on my own. I don’t want to get everyone else involved. It’s okay. It’s my problem; I can handle it.
“Angela…” Kelly began heatedly. “We just want to help you.”
Angela silently shook her head. “No, it’s okay. It’s almost eleven o’clock and I just want to go to bed.”
Carmen began to get off the bed, searching for her flip-flops on the floor.
“Angie---“ Kelly began.
“I’m okay.” Angela insisted, beginning to smile. She was suddenly so overwhelmed with a hope for the future. No longer trapped in a cloud of confusion, not knowing if she was ever going to see Scott again, she knew she only had to wait. Love was patient. In time, she would be happy again. It would only take some time.
“See ya Gigi.” Carmen smirked, waving slightly as she headed for the bedroom door. “Good night/come on Kelly.” She added, knowing the other girl would not so easily give up in her endeavors.
Kelly sighed in sheer annoyance. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow Angela. But you call me---“
“I know Kelly.” Angela smiled lightly, beginning to pull back the sheets. “I’ll call you if I need you. I can walk you down.” She added, though she truly wanted to curl up beneath the sheet and daydream about Scott until she fell asleep.
“It’s okay. We’ve got it.” Carmen smirked, seizing Kelly’s arm and tugging her towards the door. She winked knowingly at her friend as she left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Hearing the front door latch, she bypassed the bed and opted for the window seat, settling down with the soft material of her nightshirt brushing gently over her skin, coming to rest light silk on her knees as she tucked her legs up under her body.
The stars were out. She began to count the sparkling silver orbs, wondering how many would need to be crossed before reaching the pair of blue eyes that would be set before her in the same place at the same time.
Because she knew that they would be there.
* * *
“One… two… three… four… five…” Scott mouthed silently, seated in his darkened bedroom, trying to number the stars.
He kept losing count.
“One… two… three… four… five… six… God, fuck it.” He grumbled, turning away from the window and taking minimal steps before diving against his bed.
He lay face down for a moment, inhaling the pungent scent of filthy sheets. He could recall a time when his sheets smelled like strawberries.
Like Angela.
He sighed. He had promised himself he wouldn’t think about her. He had promised himself. He could no longer be addicted to Angela. It was over. Over. O-V-E-R. There was no other way to put it. He had to move on and he was doing a very good job of that.
“Fuck Scott.” He murmured into his smelly pillows. “Fuck… stoppit Scott. Jesus!” he growled, grasping his hair in a fist and tugging hard. “Just cut it out. It’s over.”
As he repeated this mantra through gritted teeth, he could not help but see images of her played against the screen of his eyelids.
She was beautiful.
He was silent. His thoughts were sinful, but he could not help but imagine her sitting on the corner of his bed, curls bouncing on her shoulder’s as she giggled, throwing her head back and shutting her gorgeous brown eyes. His lips parted. Her hands rested on her lap, smoothing over that soft fabric she always wore. She was so soft. Her skin, her hair, her clothes. She smelled delicious. Brushing his lips across her neck… running his fingers through her chestnut curls… down her back… to the small of her back where there was a soft indent… around her waist where her hips swelled… over her soft stomach… to her breasts… her soft nipples… a soft brown… inside her… he had been inside her… and since then… he’d never… felt…
the same again.
And he never would.
He was hard.
Pressing his erection into the mattress, he yearned to feel her inside. She was so warm and moist, it was like his tongue in her mouth, wriggling around with hers…
Scott rolled unto his back in a haste and fumbled to undo his belt, then button, then zipper. He was so hard, the zipper nearly opened for him. He’d have to hurry before he lost his nerve to think about her.
Scott squeezed his eyes shut and began to rub himself; his fist working up and down his shaft with such natural precision. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. Her lips around him. He remembered what it had been like to first feel her sucking gently on his shaft, her tongue swirling around his tip when she drew upwards for a respite. Why did she feel so good to him?
He jerked faster, head rolling back, mouth open in a silenced scream.
He had touched her arm that day, just hours before. He had smelled her. He wished he had tasted her. The way she tasted between her thighs. So sweet and warm.
Oh God. He was getting close.
She was sitting at the edge of the bed. She was crawling towards him. Her blouse dipped down and he could see the tops of her breasts. Her breasts swayed softly, encased in her bra. Her red lips parted gently and he could see the gentle pink of her tongue. Her tongue was nearing his prick…
He twitched in his hand…
She lowered her face near his lap, gripping his thighs for leverage. Her breath on his pubic hairs, her mouth coming closer…
And he came. All over her chin.
All over his hand.
The awkward moment. A child battling with the guilt of stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. A deer in the headlights trying to debate which way to run. Something wrong.
Opening his eyes to the blue dark of the bedroom, he looked to the window.
He began to count the stars.
* * *
“Clint…” Timber stated, eyes aimed towards the ceiling, hands rested lethargically on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” she asked calmly.
Clint released a somewhat muffled response of gibberish, not bother to break his lips’ contact with her neck.
“What?” she asked, eyes drooping as she began to realize that whatever he was doing, it certainly felt good.
“Getting you in the mood.” He smirked, pulling back for just a moment before continuing to ravish her throat with melting kissing, parting his lips and sucking at her skin like nectar.
“Cut that out.” She stated nonconvincingly. “Stop that…”
“Do you mean that?” he asked, elated that he was getting some sort of upper-hand with her.
“Yes.” She lied, finally allowing her eyes to fully close.
Clint moved his soft little kisses along her jaw, tentatively at first before advancing with authority.
“Seriously Clint…”
She was not serious.
“You’re not serious.” He informed her.
He places his lips on her cheek, opening his eyes as if to gauge her response.
She said nothing.
His lips to the corner of her mouth.
Nothing.
“I’m going to kiss you on the lips now.” Clint informed the girl below her.
Timber opened her eyes slightly. “Don’t.” she said. She wanted him to, yet at the same time she logically knew that he could not. If he kissed her on the lips, that would be Pandora’s box spilling all over the rumbled sheets.
He closed his eyes, leaning towards her, trying not to rush contact but finding it was difficult not to.
“What’s crack-a-lackin’ guys?” Bob announced his entrance, Ben not too far behind him.
Timber sat up, freeing herself from the weight of Clint’s body and he received nothing on the other end of his kiss.
“Damnit Bob!” Clint exclaimed. “You’re such a fuckin’ cock-block!”
“How can I block it if you don’t got it?” Bob quipped.
Timber started to giggle and Clint shot her a dark look.
“You guys are ass holes.” The elder of the triplets stated. “And I hate the both of you.”
“You love me Clint.” Ben blurted before he had the opportunity to censor his mouth.
“Clint, here’s an idea.” Timber began, standing up from the edge of the bed. “Find a girl you really like and then the two of you can hump all you want!” she exclaimed.
“I really like you.” Clint said sincerely, lowering his eyes.
“No, you like my leg.” Timber chuckled, disbelieving that what he had said could possibly be true. She smoothed her pants and prepared to exit the room.
Clint was florid, pouting his lower lip out in a childish manner.
“Big Baby.” Bob smirked.
A smile twisted across the eldest triplet’s lips. “Fine Timber.” He stated, as if he hadn’t heard his identical brother’s comment. “Girl I’m gonna get ya.” He stated, trying to keep further chuckles from erupting. “You know I need you in my world.”
Bob laughed loudly, throwing his head back as he collapsed at the end of the bed, a hand flattened against his stomach as if he could suppress his giggling by pressing down on it.
“Girl I’m gonna get you,” Clint continued to recite one of his childhood hits in prose. “I’m beggin you to be my girl. Even though, you might be scared; I promise I’ll be there…”
Timber didn’t seem to get the joke, but loomed in the doorway shaking her head and giggling to herself.
“Girl I’m gonna get ya… tonight.”
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