Attracted again?
The full moon shone through the window illuminating the untidy path of their clothes dragging itself from the wide open door to the bed. With Donna and David away on their honeymoon and Gina finally gone, the beach apartment was going to provide them as much privacy as they needed.
Running her fingertips up and down Dylan's arm, for the first time in months Kelly felt content. She was no longer fooling herself, this was where she was supposed to be, in her bed and in his arms. Smiling softly she looked at the clothes scattered on the floor, her bridesmaids dress, Dylan's suit, their shoes and underwear somewhere down there as well. She felt chills running down her spine when she recalled the events that happened merely an hour ago.
During her wild years she had what many would label as an awful lot of sexual partners, but none of them came even close to Dylan. The way he made her feel, the way he made love to her, heck even having plain sex with him with no strings attached was awesome. Usually until her subconscious made her feel guilty. Most of the times when plain sex happened it meant that at least one of them was cheating on someone, Brenda, Brandon, Gina, Matt...the list was endless. This time it was different, it was not just a mere attraction in any of its forms, this time they wanted to be together despite the attraction as odd as that sounded.
She let out a small screech when Dylan pressed her on her back into the soft sheets. Lost in her thoughts she failed to notice when he woke up from his slumber and his arms left her seconds ago. He was now grinning like a school boy, leaning above her. Running her thumb down his cheek and jaw line she had a similar smile plastered on her face.
Moving her hand to the back of his head she pulled him down for a kiss, there were no words needed, there will be enough time for talks later, now when his tongue danced on her lips it was the only kind of talk she wanted. Without a hesitation she granted him accesses and sighted happily, her hands running down his bare back finally resting on his firm buttocks as he moved on top of her holding his weight. While moving rhythmically his lips made their way down her neck, her collarbone, finally finding her breasts. Several times she wanted to yell in ecstasy, but instead moved with him until she was sure that he felt the same. Minutes later they both slept, spent and content. Was this going to be the beginning of their happily ever after?
Blissfully happy.
Standing by the stove, Kelly flipped over the pancakes she was cooking. Dressed only in her panties and the shirt Dylan wore to Donna and David's wedding. Donna called three days ago when they arrived to Bora Bora, but she haven't heard a thing from her since then, not that she expected her to call every night.
Three days passed since the wedding and for the past three days she felt blissfully happy. The best thing, her happiness had a name, Dylan McKay. The deck outside was the furthest they ventured from her bed in the past three days, drinking coffee as the sun set down one evening. Most of their time was spent inside, in Kelly's bed, they made love, talked and laughed a lot. Thinking back to their relationship in high school and university this was probably the longest they have gone without yelling at each other, she was sure that some things will never change but they have both matured, neither of them quite resembling the people they were once in high school.
Kelly felt his arms wrap around her waist, his lips kissing the crown of her head before he peeked over her shoulder.
"It smells great, Kel." Dylan commented.
"Who would have thought, that one day I'd learn to cook them and they'll be eatable." Kelly grinned taking the last ones from the pan and turning the stove off.
"I always had faith in you." Dylan noted before turning her around and planting a kiss on her lips that left them both breathless.
"You said that a lot in the last days." Kelly giggled.
"I do, because it's the truth. I always had faith in you and you proved me right every time." He grinned snatching one of the pancakes from the plate and showing it into his mouth.
Kelly just shook her head at his antics and grabbed the plate carrying it to the table. "We are running out of food." She commented as both sat down.
"I need clean underwear." Dylan commented looking down at his boxers before drizzling his pancakes with maple syrup. "Not that I need them too often." He grinned sheepishly.
"So we're venturing out to the civilization today?" Kelly asked raising her eyebrows.
"Looks so." Dylan replied with his mouth full. "As nice as it is, we can't hide in here forever. Especially when we have nothing to hide."
"True. What's the plan?" Kelly asked before finally eating something.
"We will swing by my place, knowing our last day antics we will probably make love once we get there, while you get your power nap I'll pack a few of my things. There will be time to get the rest later. Once we're done there we will head to the grocery store, maybe stop to grab something at Peach Pit, but I'm not sure if it won't be a too long of a trip. Then we will of course head back to your place." Dylan replied straight-faced.
Kelly looked at him her mouth open.
"Close your mouth, Kel. You're catching flies." Dylan laughed.
"Am I getting it right? Did you just invite yourself to live here?" Kelly grinned.
"Now I thought you were coming on me about the sex thing." Dylan joked. "Sure, did. We tried about everything else, why not try living together? Besides it's on the beach, I can go surfing when I want and maybe teach you a thing or two."
"No way, I'm never going to stand on that thing again." Kelly grinned remembering her last attempt.
"So you're okay with me moving in?" Dylan asked turning serious.
"Yeah, it all makes sense and anyway Donna will be moving out once they return and this place will be too big and too lonely for me alone." Kelly replied.
"Great, I'm going to save you from the claws of despair and loneliness." Dylan grinned returning back to his food.
When he put it like that, Kelly couldn't agree more with a tiny twist, he already saved her. The feeling of blissful happiness flooding over her once again.
Confession to make.
The sun was setting down on the horizon presenting the onlookers with a spectacular show as the sky was colored in all shades of red, orange, purple and blue. Despite the late hour it was still warm outside as they were again in the middle of the heat wave, the colder breeze coming from the sea, making the heat a bit more bearable.
Nearly an hour passed since Kelly and Dylan ventured out of the beach apartment in need of a fresh air after the long and hot day. Hand in hand they walked down the shore until Dylan decided on an impromptu water fight. Now they were slowly returning back to the apartment, Dylan bare-chested with his wet T-shirt draped across his shoulder, Kelly with her dripping wet white lightweight top stuck to her body revealing the flowery bikini top underneath. During the last week they talked openly about a lot of things, but there were still a few things on Kelly's mind.
"What made you fly over last-minute to my and Brandon's wedding?" Kelly asked curiously.
"I'm not sure, Kel." He replied slowly.
"You said you left because it hit you I was going to marry someone else. But that was the point, I was going to marry someone else. Haven't you thought of that before you came?" She continued.
"No." He blurted out quickly, contemplating whether or not to tell her the truth she desperately wanted to know. "Scratch that. I wanted to see if you will go through with it." He admitted.
"What?"
"I was in a shitty place back then. When the invitation came, the first thing I wanted to do was to toss it into the bin and forget about the wedding. I actually did the first." He admitted the typical grin on his face. "As the wedding day came closer I started to doubt the later. You were both my friends, but I did not fly over the Atlantic to be happy for you, but to get some closure for myself. In the end I couldn't wait for it, you were making your choice again and it wasn't me, it hurt too much."
Kelly sucked the air in unable to look at him "I couldn't marry him." She said barely audible.
"I know that now, but I didn't know it back then." Dylan confessed.
His words were falling like a heavy load on her shoulders. Not once, but twice did she intend to marry someone else. "I'm sorry." Finally she found the courage to look into his eyes and was surprised to see him smile.
"Don't be sorry, Kel. If it wasn't for the canceled wedding with Brandon and broken engagement with Matt, we wouldn't be here today." Dylan said sliding his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
She rested her head against his shoulder listening to his heartbeat.
Pushing the loose strands of hair behind her ear he kissed the side of her head. "We need to leave the past in the past. It's all good now, you are here and we're together. Where we belong." He whispered softly.
Kelly felt the goose bumps following his words, sliding her arms around him she hugged into him as they stood there down on the beach in the last rays of sun.
Dumbfounded.
The beach apartment was in complete silence when Donna walked in. She and David returned from their honeymoon previous evening and she came up to pick up the last of her belongings. Walking into the kitchen area she was not ready for what she saw. Kelly was seated on the bar stool, her back facing her, enjoying a mad kissing session with some guy, who she seconds later identified as Dylan, she watched his hands wander under Kelly's top. Grinning she cleared her throat letting them know about her presence before they went any further.
Startled the two pulled away from each other. As Dylan spotted her he started laughing, burying his head into Kelly's shoulder. She could hear Dylan talking quietly to Kelly as she moved into the living area. In her view again he quickly kissed her before finally letting go.
"Hi Donna!" He said giving her a quick hug. "Good to see you back." He grinned, quickly leaving the apartment through the back door.
Surprised by the proceedings her eyes followed him until the door closed. Now she turned back to Kelly who was still sitting in the same place her cheeks flushed, trying to hold the giggles.
"What the hell was that?!" Donna asked crossing her arms looking confused.
Kelly couldn't hold it any longer and burst into fits of laugher.
Watching her friend Donna couldn't help but grin, whatever was going on there was no more mourning about the broken engagement.
"Sorry." Kelly said trying to calm down and catch her breath. "Finally I know how it feels getting busted." She grinned.
"When I saw his hands wander under your top, I had to. It was like watching soft porn movie and I was not keen to see anything more." Donna laughed. Grabbing a glass she poured some water before she walked back to Kelly, sitting on the stool next to her. "So how long is this going on?" She asked.
"Officially since your wedding party." Kelly grinned.
Donna raised her eyebrow. "I haven't noticed a thing."
"There was not much to notice." Kelly giggled. "It was more like the night after the wedding party." She admitted, the thought of the night bringing more redness to her cheeks.
"Looks I'm not the only one in honeymoon phase." Donna commented scanning the living room area.
"Speaking of honeymoon, how was your trip?" Kelly asked, quickly changing the topic.
"Amazing." Donna grinned. "We didn't see much of the outside world though."
"You can't complain that he's keeping distance now." Kelly laughed, bringing up their talk from before the wedding.
"Definitely not." Donna confirmed, before returning to their original topic. "Kel, do you think this is a good idea?"
"What do you mean?" Kelly asked, surprised expression on her face.
"You and Dylan. I'm glad to see you happy, but how long will it last this time?" As soon as the last words left her mouth she could feel the atmosphere in the room change.
"You're supposed to be my friend, our friend, yet you are sitting here and questioning our relationship instead of supporting us. Honestly with your and David's history you're the last person I'd expect to do so." Kelly said coldly.
"Kel, don't take me wrong. I'm happy for you, I just don't want to see you hurt when he lets you down again. He's no Brandon or Matt..." Donna tried to explain.
"No, he's not a Brandon or Matt and that's a good thing. He's a unique human being. As I learned the hard way with both Brandon and Matt there are no guarantees with the "good guys" either, they can hurt you just as much as the "bad" ones." Kelly noted, she was looking forward to Donna returning, but this was like a cold shower. She had to get out of there. "I guess you came to take the rest of your things, I won't hold you up anymore." Without looking back she headed towards the same door Dylan walked through 10 minutes ago.
"Kel!" Donna called after her, but Kelly did not turn. As the door closed behind her, she rubbed her temples. This all went so wrong.
Evening talks.
When Dylan returned to the beach apartment hours later it was already dark outside. He was surprised to find the place in complete darkness. "Kel?" He called turning the lights on and carrying the bags with dinner into the kitchen. Placing them on the counter he returned to take a look into the bedroom and bathroom. Nothing. Returning to the living area he searched for a note, but found none. Walking out on the deck he finally spotted a dark figure sitting down by the ocean.
Grabbing a blanket from one of the seats he headed towards her. Despite the hot days the nights were getting colder. Reaching her he plunked himself on the cold sand behind her. "You are freezing." He exclaimed running his hands up and down her arms. Pulling her closer he wrapped them both into the blanket.
"How long have you been here?" Dylan asked after they sat in silence for a few minutes.
"I don't know, I came here a few minutes after you left." Kelly said quietly. She's been sitting there for hours thinking about Donna's words, with each minute that passed she felt more and more insecure. What if she was right? What if nothing changed and once he will get bored he will just walk away looking for something new and exciting.
"That was over three hours ago. I thought that you and Donna were in need of some girls time." Dylan commented playing with her hair.
"So did I, but we were done rather quickly." The next few minutes passed in silence. "Where are we heading Dylan?" Kelly asked suddenly.
"Once we're done here, I was hoping for the bedroom, but if you have better ideas..." He joked.
"Can you be serious for a minute?" Kelly asked and he could hear the irritation in her voice.
"What do you want to hear Kel? We've been together for a couple of weeks and it has been perfect."
Kelly felt her stomach churn. He was going to end this here and now, Donna was right.
"I don't know where we're heading, but I know that the past few weeks have been the best weeks of my life. I've never ever wanted something to work as badly as I want this. Please don't rush us into something neither of us is ready for, let us live day by day." Dylan offered.
Kelly let out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. Even without saying it directly, he was in it for the long run. She felt the tears spill on her cheeks as the quilt of doubting him washed over her, she should have known better.
"Hey! What's up with the tears." Dylan said kissing her temple before washing them away with his thumb.
"I'm sorry." Kelly exclaimed, bringing in new tears.
"You should be." Dylan grinned brushing away the new tears. "What brought them on?" He asked once she was back in his arms somehow calmer.
"Donna, she asked how long will it last. I was mad at first, but then started to think about it..." Kelly explained.
"And as usually, you must over think everything." Dylan finished. "I want this to work Kelly, I will do everything to make it work. I can't promise to drop on one knee tomorrow and have a lavish wedding the day after, neither of us is ready for that. I want to get there on our own pace, without anyone sticking their nose into our business." He said turning her head slightly and kissing her. He felt Kelly wriggle in his arms pushing him in the sand with the blanket under him. "What are you doing?" He asked a smile on his lips.
"You were asking for better ideas and the bedroom is about two hundred fifty steps too far away." Kelly grinned as she straddled him, leaning down again.
"Sense of adventure. I love that." He mumbled between the kisses, their earlier talk nearly forgotten.
Father to be?!
Pacing up and down the hallway, Dylan felt the panic rise. What was taking so long? Two weeks passed since their talk on the beach, two perfect weeks when they simply enjoyed being together. Hearing three words from Kelly and everything suddenly changed. "I am late." She told him that morning, he could see the panic he felt reflected in her eyes. There went his resolution of not rushing into things.
He stopped for a moment, running his fingers through his hair in frustration and then continued pacing up and down. Waiting for the bathroom door to open. They were so not ready for a child. What could he offer? His father was a crap parent and his mother only slightly better. He had no idea how to raise a child. Even in the best case scenario the only outcome he could see, was a child as messed up as himself.
Leaning against the wall he hypnotized the door trying to calm down. If Kelly was indeed pregnant, was it so bad? Yes, his parents messed up, but there was no certainty that he will do so. Closing his eyes for a split second he saw a little boy trying to stand on his surf, laughing as the wave knocked him into the water. He had to smile. Maybe having a child won't be that bad, he admitted.
As the bathroom door opened he felt much calmer. "So? What's the result?"
"It's negative." Kelly breathed out with relief.
Wrapping her into his arms, together with relief he felt a twinge of sadness as the dream of the little boy faded away.
Grand scheme of things.
It has been a dreadful day, all that could have gone wrong actually went wrong. Tired and stressed, driving through the streets of LA, Kelly couldn't wait to be home. Finally finding a free space after what seemed like eternity, she parked the car in the street behind the beach apartment and hurried upstairs. In the door she was met with Dylan and a delivery guy who brought pizza. Giving Dylan a weak smile she hurried past them.
Once in their bedroom she dropped her bag near the door and kicked off her heels, finally falling back on the bed, massaging her temples, on top of everything it looked that she'd have a headache as well.
"Rough day?" She could hear Dylan's voice coming from the doorway.
"Try nightmare, that will sum it up." She commented. Feeling the bed shift next to her, she knew that he joined her there.
"Can I make it better?" Dylan offered leaning above her and kissing her softly.
"Mhm, I already feel better." Kelly smiled opening her eyes and looking at him.
"Too bad, I was hoping it'll take much more than one kiss." Dylan grinned sheepishly.
"Is there a time of the day when you're not thinking about sex?" Kelly chuckled.
"Don't think so and you're not exactly helping it." Dylan pointed out.
"So now it's all my fault." Kelly noted.
"Yeah." Dylan replied running his thumb along her lower lip. "What pissed you off so much?" He asked still hovering above her.
Sitting up, Kelly leaned against the headboard. "I thought this PR job was a good idea, but it's not working out." She admitted.
"Maybe you should give it a bit more time and everything will fall in place." Dylan offered, moving to sit next to her.
"Don't think so." Kelly shook her head. "I don't enjoy it as much as I thought I would."
"Then just let go off it." Dylan shrugged.
"Just like that, start something and then walk away when it does not work?" Kelly asked irritation audible in her voice.
"I'm not sure what you want to hear, Kel. You said it yourself, you don't enjoy the job." He answered frustrated.
"Sorry. It's just frustrating, I don't know what to do and I hate it." Kelly mumbled.
"Have you thought about the trip?" Dylan asked.
Kelly nodded absently.
"Kel, it does not have to be Paris all over again." Dylan said assuming what was bothering her.
"Yeah, I know. We're not teenagers anymore." She smiled weakly.
"So?" Dylan asked waiting for some reply.
"Right now it feels like running away from problems, instead of solving them." She admitted.
"Right." Dylan clasped his hands together, it was not a reply he expected.
"Dylan!" Kelly said softly watching him stand up from the bed.
"What is it, Kel?" He asked impatiently. "You hate your job, you hate the limbo you're in now, yet when I offer you something it feels like running away."
"Go to hell." With that Kelly jumped out of the bed heading out of the room, the lingering headache now coming in full force.
Before she reached the door, Dylan grabbed her arm stopping her. "Where do you think you're going? We're not done yet."
"You can talk to yourself, I'm done here." Freeing her hand from his grasp she headed out leaving Dylan standing there. Reaching the living area she stopped, staring at the table set for two.
"House, dog, 2.2 kids." She could hear his voice coming from behind her. "I don't want either of us have any regrets once we get there." His warm hands were now resting on her arms, his thumbs caressing her. Her heart beating wild just from this simple touch. "Why can't we call it new beginning, instead of running away? All I want is, show you the places I love and meet people who influenced me in one way or another." He whispered close to her ear, all her resolutions shattering into pieces.
"Alright." She agreed, letting out the breath she didn't even knew she was holding. If their relationship was going to survive traveling together, they were ready to survive anything.
Heat of the day.
Lying on the deck of yacht with her eyes closed, Kelly soaked in the Mediterranean sunshine. Next to her Dylan was reading his book, he barely let it out of his hands that morning. It was their third week on the road. They've flown via New York to Sweden days ago and made their way south across Europe from there. Passing Denmark, Netherlands, Belgium and France on their way they stayed everywhere from charming bed & breakfast to luxurious hotels. Seeing the countries and meeting Dylan's friends, Kelly now knew why he was so adamant about the trip. The best thing, not one harsh word was exchanged between them since they boarded the plane, such a contrast to their last trip to Europe. They arrived to Nice previous evening and boarded the yacht there, now cruising the French coast. She thought she was ready for anything, but once again he did not fail to surprise her.
Half asleep she yelped when the cold sunscreen touched the heated skin on her back. "What are you doing?" She asked opening her eyes.
"Making sure, you won't get sunburn tonight." Dylan replied massaging the lotion into her skin. She tried to turn around but he gently held her down.
Kelly gave him questioning look.
"I'm an old-fashioned guy, Kel. While I don't mind that you're sunbathing without your top in the privacy of this yacht, I still want to be the only one to see them." He explained. "Xavier was out on the deck." He whispered near her ear.
Kelly just shook her head grinning slightly. Resting on her elbow she watched him for a moment. "Are we alone now?" She asked finally.
"Very much so and I'm enjoying the view." Dylan smirked laying back and resting his hands behind his head.
"Yeah?" Kelly grinned, inching up and leaning above him, her bare breasts resting on his chest while she kissed him.
Running his hands down her back and on her bum he pulled her on top of him, his hands caressing her thighs. What started as an innocent kiss quickly turned into much more, the thrill they may get caught and yearning driving them forward. Raising and falling above him Kelly thought she was going to explode before the sweet release came. All hot and sweaty she collapsed on his chest, both of them trying to catch their breath in the heat of the day.
Impromptu wedding?!
The afternoon sun was shining on them as they walked down the little beach. They could have done it daily at home if they wished, yet it was different in this sleepy little town in France near the Spanish border. They've spent the morning scuba diving and enjoyed it after few days of almost doing nothing. Before they returned to the yacht, Dylan decided to show her the most beautiful beach in the world. Kelly hasn't seen enough of them to judge if it was true, but she loved the calming atmosphere of the secluded place.
"How many times have you been here?" Kelly asked.
"Probably dozens. Once you see it, you have urge to return one more time." Dylan replied stopping near the shore and throwing a few of the pebbles into the sea.
Standing beside him, Kelly watched as they disappeared in the waves.
"When I came here for the first time I thought that if I should marry someday, somewhere again, it would be here." Dylan offered watching her.
"It's a charming place." Kelly commented gazing into the waves not really listening to him. Finally looking at him, she saw the expression on his face. "What is it?" Kelly asked.
"Let's get married here." Dylan offered.
"What?" Kelly asked stunned.
"Let's get married here." Dylan repeated, turning towards her and taking her hands into his.
"Now?" Kelly blurted out, still unable to get a grip of that idea.
"Now that would be a bit too quickly even for my standards. Tomorrow or the day after?" Dylan grinned.
"That's crazy, Dylan. We have no license, no rings, no dress, nothing. Hell we're not even engaged." Kelly lamented.
"Do engagement, dress or rings really matter, Kel? Can't you be spontaneous once and not over think everything?" Dylan rubbed her hands with his thumbs.
"I don't think that deciding to get married should be the right case to be spontaneous. Besides I'm already dating you, that's spontaneous enough." Kelly grinned slightly.
"Little Miss Perfect." Dylan laughed wrapping her in his arms.
Kelly rested her head on his chest, listening to his beating heart. The last weeks have been amazing, she loved the freedom and care freeness relationship with him provided. At the same time she could see that he was trying so hard to be the partner she needed, step up and provide some support and security as well. There was no doubt she loved him, she couldn't even remember the time she didn't, it was his unpredictability that made her ever look elsewhere. Was she able to marry him knowing that one day he may just disappear into thin air? Growing up with her mother she had no illusion about marriage, yet she wanted it to be forever, the only problem, Dylan McKay didn't do forever.
"Talk to me, Kel." He said softly, kissing her temple.
"You don't do forever." Came her muffed voice.
Dylan laughed. "Wanna try?"
"It's not funny, Dylan." Kelly pulled away from him.
"I will never ever let you down. I wouldn't ask, if I didn't intend on it being forever Kel." Dylan explained, he could see the inner fight that was going on in Kelly's mind and for a second wondered if he didn't push too far this time.
Two days later they got married on the same spot in what was a very private ceremony. No princess like wedding dress, no rings and no big party, yet it was one of the most unforgettable days of their lives.