Les Voeux Dans Le Claire de Lune

Vows In The Moonlight

Chapter 1: A Night of Insanity

I would like to apologize for my insanity. This was mainly written at night when the crazy side comes out more than usual. This was inspired by Momma M's "The Naked Truth". Oh and the title is in French for Tommy. If it's wrong, oh well. Disclaimer is on my profile page.


I know Jude was feeling isolated, spending countless hours at the studio, recording. Being the nice guy that I am, I took her out. No I didn't run out on her, maybe I should have. Then maybe I wouldn't have put myself in this predicament.

Maybe there has been too much pressure on her, because she headed straight for the bar. I sat next to her, silently, with my chin resting on my fist as she tried to drink herself into oblivion.

With the glassy look in her eyes she was doing a good job of it. Amateur, only a few shots and she already had problems with her balance. I probably should have stopped her but she'll do what she wants. So I think I'll just skip the fight. Make it easier on both of us.

Sadly I'm finally realizing something: why do I have a fixation on girls who can't hold their liquor? Pitiful I'm now noticing this.

Well actually Portia can hold it alright, but she doesn't know when to stop. Sadie, well I've seen the results of her binging, mainly on my shoes. Damn her, I really liked those shoes too. Then we have Jude. Jude... gets arrested. Yeah, great track record with these women.

I can't watch her like this, "Jude, I think you've had more than enough." I handed her a bottle of water. Only guessing, but I think she was too far gone. She didn't put up a fight. Or she's just a pleasant inebriate. (Didn't think I knew that word huh?) Haven't met one of those in a while.

This is just getting better and better. Why can't this guy see she is definitely not interested? And that I'm sitting right next to her.

God he's like the even uglier version of Jamie. Does Jamie have an older brother? Then I would totally understand how someone could look this... this, there's not a word to describe exactly how monstrous this guy is. He has similar glasses and that same dorky haircut. Even Jamie grew out of that. It's just sad, for someone to be worse looking than Jamie.

And then theres the complete attraction to Jude. I think they need to make a vaccination for Jude. Try to focus on the guys who fell for her. Jamie, Me, Shay, and Spied. All within a short period of time. It must have been the red hair.

I may have to kill this guy. He can't take a hint. She practically smacked him and he's still keeping up with his pathetic pickup lines. I've heard of some of the lines other guys use, because we all know that I sure as hell don't need them. This guy makes Kyle look smooth. I mean she drunk but she not drunk enough to make this guy attractive.

"Come on I'll take you home," again no struggle with the suggestion. But I think she's happy to get away for this miserable excuse for a man. He just gave the entire male race a bad name. We may never recover.

As we're walking out I put my arm around her waist to keep her from falling over. Jude thought it would be a good idea to put both arms around me, to help with her stability.

It did just the opposite. I practically carried her to my car, almost falling a couple times myself.

She fits perfectly into my side, I wonder what else is a perfect fit between us. Oh that needs to get out of my head.

Once I finally got Jude and myself situated I asked her if she had her keys, I drove her to the studio. And everyone knows how forgetful she can be. I want to make sure before I drive over there for no reason and then having to go out to my place. She shook her head and mumbled something about Sadie.

Great. I knew that Sadie wasn't home. Kwest told me about his surprise get away plans for himself and Sadie. Hey maybe Stuart is up, he could take care of her. But I remembered back to this morning and he was putting luggage into a cab. Now an loaded Jude will get to wander around my house.

I hoped it wouldn't have to come to this. I will be alone with Jude for God knows how long and I have a hard time keeping myself in check around her. She's a little too friendly right now. Well to me anyway. Another reason to be happy that I'm me.

Hopefully she'll come to a bit before we get there.

"Tommy," she called. At least she stopped her slurring and excessive laughing.

"Hm."

"Lil' Tommy Q-y," her giggles filled the car. What the fuck?! Did she just add an E sound to the end? I let her get away with 'Lil Tommy Q' some of the time, but this is a thousand times worse. It sounds like a little kid's cartoon character. Oh I'm counting that she too drunk to remember that one. If Kwest and SME found out they'd never let me forget it.

"What Jude?" I know I sounded frustrated and edging near angry as I stopped and cut the engine as I glanced at her. Jude was looking out of the passenger side window at my house.

"Where are we?" She sounded a lot more composed. I stepped out and quickly made my way around the car.

"Don't worry about it." I told her as I tossed her over my shoulder and started for the house. We have no need for a repeat of leaving the bar, plus she's easy to carry around.

I put her on the couch and went to get her something that would remotely fit her thin body. I figure she would be comfortable in any on my clothes. So one of my t-shirts should do.

When I came back into the room she was fast asleep. Not wanting to bother her I grabbed a blanket from the closet and threw it over her sleeping form. I headed upstairs to take a quick shower before going to bed myself.

The cold water helped clear my mind among other thing, I kinda been doing the whole cold shower thing for the past few weeks. Trust me I needed every one of them. Yeah it's getting that bad. It's worse when she hits those high notes, I get to thinking of other notes she can hit. And it really just ends badly.

I earned a few odd looks for the G-Major staff. Especially Spied, you see he was still with Jude when my mind started working overtime with all the Jude fantasies. I think he wanted to maim me or something. I doubt his skinny ass could take Jude much less me. Even though she's a tough girl, I'll give her that. Ugh Jude.

I don't even want to think about what I'm going to do with her tomorrow. Wait, I'm not going to do anything with her. Lets get that straight. I look around to find the clothes I threw in here. And I say Jude loses everything. I lost my damn boxers. In a small bathroom.

As I opened the door into my room I see something, no, someone in my bed. There's she is, that blond I wish I never brought home.

"Jude?" She didn't move. "Jude," I tried louder, still nothing. She stayed curled up on her side. I don't remember ever seeing her sleep in the fetal position from when I had to drag her ass out of bed.

Well I'm not being put out because she roamed her way into my room and into my bed. I have enough trouble trying to sleep in my own bed and don't want to imagine what the guest bed feels like.

I slide in and lie on my back staring at the ceiling trying not to notice her. Hey! Is that water damage? I just got that fixed not two months ago. You pay a fortune for repairs, not to mention this place wasn't cheap, and then you have to go and do it again. It's inevitable.

Why does my room have to be so plain? If I had something interesting in here I could focus on that. I frankly don't think it would help in the slightest, but I have to try and think positive.

There she is the most beautiful creature I've had in my bed. Actually she's the only girl... woman that has been in my current bed. Ever since I felt there was something between us I knew I would have her. I sound cocky, hell I am. I know it, everyone knows it. And they love (tolerate) me for it.

Anyway where was I? Right, Jude and my bed. This was going to be a special place for us. It would not be defiled by a common slut. Since when am I sentimental? Sorry, stupid question.

I always knew I would take innocence, it sounds atrocious when I put it that way, but it's true none the less. It would be me to bring all the lust and passion, she has kept locked away through the years, bubbling to the surface. Of all the things I could do to that virtuous body, her untouched flesh. I can see them all play out in my head.

Yet she lays there dreaming peacefully oblivious to the horrible and sickening thoughts I have towards her. Well, they're definitely not horrible and they would only be sickening if someone other than me thought them about her. Hm... they're wicked thoughts. Yes, very wicked. Kind of like my smile right now.

Yes, she would be slightly frightened of me if she saw the rather devilish expression I'm wearing right now.

She stirs slightly. Before turning over to lie on her right side so she's facing me, moving herself closer to me. I can feel the silky skin of her leg brush against mine, as she carelessly throws an arm across my bare chest.

Is she so lost in sleep and alcohol that her mind doesn't grasp the dangerous situation? Or is it perfectly clear and she's playing with me? She probably just trusts me. She has so much faith in me, possibly too much.

My actions aren't always in the best of judgment when she is in, this is laughable, at least a two mile radius.

I look at her face, only inches from mine, so childlike in sleep, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window above my bed. If I were to move, just a small graze of my lips on hers...

I've waited for this girl for years now. I can resist a little longer.

Yes, I can make a game of this. I doubt I'll get any sleep with her here, so I might as well entertain myself. If I make it an hour, without losing my sanity, it's all fair game. No touching, no dirty thoughts. Well I don't think I can control the unclean thoughts. But if I can't control myself at all... it's all fair game. Ha ha! No matter what it's a win-win situation. I love how I think in times like these.

Wait. Before you get me wrong. I am going to try to resist the soft and tend... No, no stop thinking that.

If Edward Cullen were here he'd rip me in half for my tame ideas.

Hey! Don't look at me like that, Sadie made me read it. At least I didn't cry like Kwest after he read it. Yep, Sadie forced the book on him too. It took him twenty minutes to stop when he read the chapter when Edward gets to Bella, all broken and bleeding from being attacked by vicious, cold blooded, come on you know you smiled at that one. Cold blooded, that was a good one. James got what he deserved.

Just like I hope his red headed bitch gets it for stalking Bella in the second book. That third book needs to hurry up. Damn you Sadie! I'm an addicted freak!

Alright! That past almost five minutes. I can do this no problem. Her fingernails are digging into my shoulder. Okay ignore the sensation that only Jude can give you. Wonderful, now the leg that just brushed is resting on mine. Alright breathe normally. Get the heart rate to a human level.

It not working! All I can smell is her. The sweetness of her hair.

I knew I should have just moved her to the guest room. But I didn't want to wake her. I need to stop being so damn nice. Hold on! How did she manage to get to my room? She's never been here before. And there are at least three guest rooms before you get here. I can see that she changed into the shirt that I left her. So she was sober enough to change and walk but she couldn't tell this was my room. I knew this room was to plain. Why should I care? I at least get to feel her. But that's never enough.

Hell I'm unsatisfiable. And Jude is the only cure. Yeah I know it sounds completely cheesy. I can only speak the truth about her. She is everything I want in a woman. Again with the corniness. Even when I finally do get her I'll be insatiable for her. It's going to be a never ending cycle.

It's getting difficult to breathe.

Her body is completely pressed against mine. Jude's head now rests on my chest, right above my heart. I'm surprised my heart trying to break through my ribcage isn't bothering her. Her lips, so close to my skin.

Now I need to think about something, other than the fact that Jude is practically laying on me.

Licorice. Yes, my addiction to licorice. I could definitely go for some right now. What else am I addicted to? A slow smile creeps it's way to my lips. Wrong thought process. I'm addicted to that but not a good idea when Jude is incapable of escaping. I had to shake that one from my head.

How about a song. I can always get lost in a song. And I'll take to the sky on a natural high/Loving you more till the day I die. NO! I'll only get a natural high from...

I look down to see her angelic face turned up towards me. I start to lean to touch my lips to hers. I abruptly pull away. What's a different song I think about? Um... You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows/ Yes, it shows/ I can't live if living is without you.

That wasn't a good song either, lets try that again. A little Stevie Wonder never hurt anyone. Won't you tell me how could you ignore/ That behind that little smile I wore/ How I wish that you were mine. Stevie you betrayed me.

What's wrong with my head. Why am thinking of '70s music? Maybe if I thought of more modern I would get away from this... I can't think of the word right now. I don't know what going on in my head. Okay need a song... Un trozo de ese mar/inunda mi paz/la inmensidad de esta verdad/ no impedira que pueda nadar/dentro de ti/para sentir/ y descubrirte cada dia mas/
Necesito tu calor
Necesito tu amor...

Since when do I know any songs in Spanish?! I know that was the wrong song. Again! And I don't even know Spanish. Something about needing your love, and needing something else. Is all I can understand. I may not want to know the rest.

Hell if I make it through this I'll translate it.

I've only passed 25 minutes total. And I need to stay away from singing in my head. Maybe just one more song in honor of what's happening to me. We constantly run from everything/ that could possibly keep us from /burning out/ baby what went wrong/ And we can all go crazy from here/ and we can all go crazy/ we can all go crazy from here /and we can all go crazy I know I missed some of the words but I'm literally going crazy from here (or her to be more accurate.)

I only want to know where that one Spanish song came from. I'll chalk it up to hysteria.

Where's her hand going now? It moved from my shoulder, sliding slowly up to my neck. Even in sleep she drives me out of my mind! Her thumb moved over my jaw going up and softly skimmed my earlobe. Her hand stops her fingers rest tangled in my hair.

That's it I can't take it anymore! My hand caresses the satin skin of her cheek; a content sigh escaped her. Which only makes me thirst for more. I tip her chin a bit as she exhales. I can still detect a hint of alcohol on her breath.

She was loaded: kind of. I don't to be with her when she's all liquored up; I want her drunk on me. There I go again, could I get anymore sappy. That's all I need to think about now.

I move my head and put my lips at her ear, "I love you." It was barely more than a whisper; at least I finally said it to her. Granted I wish she were conscious; I'll start with small steps.

I made my peace; I relax and drift into sleep.


Jude is finally awake. I kept waking every so often during the night. See even when we're both asleep she gets to me.

I'm greeted with a tiny smile. "Morning," her eyes closing for a second as she took a deep breath in, then sighed.

"Morning," I returned as I moved some the blond hair out of her face and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. Her smile became more pronounced. It's almost kittenish.

"How was your night?"


Songs:
Natural High by Bloodstone
Without You by Harry Nilsson
My Cherie Amour by Stevie Wonder
Intenta Amar (Try to Love)by La Ley (love them!)

Translation: This is the most accurate translation I could find. I don't know much Spanish.
a piece of that sea/ floods my peace/ this truth's immensity/ will not prevent me from swimming/ inside you to feel/ and discover yourself more everyday/ I need your warmth/ I need your love

Crazy from Here by The Vinyl Trees

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