Author's Note: Just so everyone knows this, this is NOT Mary Sue! I do write them, but never post them on FF.net. I wanted to go in depth in Cole's character, and I feel a romantic relationship shows a lot about a person. As for the girl, there wasn't a lot to choose from. Cole mentioned a girl from the bank, so I figured I'd use her, but I'd have to start from scratch.
P.S. Chapters are short. Sorry, it's just my thing.
A Tarnished Reputation
by: Alien Outcast
Cole sneaked into the house through the back door. He had used it countless times when he was a kid.
It was dark, which was good, but it had taken him too long at his farm to get here before the sun had come down. Oh, well. It was best this way. Dark and quiet. No one would know a thing.
Cole climbed the staircase, skipping the fifth stair and remembering when it had squeaked on him when he was 15, and had been caught.
When he reached the end of the stairs, he continued down the long hallway, counting the doors as he went. He stopped at the fourth room on the left. Praying that this was still the right room, Cole slowly opened the door and walked in.
Sandy heard someone approach her room. Thinking it was one of her parents, she shut her eyes, not feeling like talking at the moment. She heard her door quietly creak open, and then soft footsteps on her carpet. He was right beside her bed, and she knew that he had knelt down, and was looking at her face.
"Sandy?" she heard an all too familiar voice whisper. She opened her eyes, and had to struggle not to scream in shock.
"Cole?!" she whispered in her southern accent. Her mouth gaped open as she saw her childhood sweetheart kneeling beside her bed. The bed that they had lain together so many times before.
He looked different then she had remembered. His hair was sun-bleached blond, instead of the darker brown, and his eyes had lost the playfullness that they once had held.
"Yeah, honey. It's me." he replied, staring at her.
Sandy quickly embraced him, and he was so glad to be in her arms again, a tear escaped from his eyes.
When she finally let him go, she said, "I was so scared you wouldn't come back! I thought those damn Yankees would have skinned you alive!"
Cole let out a grin, and said, "Aw, come on. Thanks for the vote of confidence." trying to hide his sadness.
"Oh, Cole, I'm sorry." She lowered her head to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
When Sandy went to pull away, Cole wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his lips to hers, and wondered why he had to fight to keep the tears back.
The passion of the kiss took Sandy by shock, making her wonder just how bad the war really was. Usually he was playfull and frisky, but something was wrong tonight, and she didn't mind helping him forget.
Cole climbed onto the bed, laying on top of her. He continued to kiss her as his cool hands slowly shoved her straps of her nightgown off of her shoulders, making her shiver.
Sandy lifted her hips to help him push the nighty the rest of the way down.
As he put his mouth to her breast, she whispered, "Oh god, I missed you Cole!" The next thing she knew, his mouth had left her breast, and was placed smartly on her mouth. Now she started to get mad.
What the hell?! I can't even talk now?
But those thoughts quickly vanished when she felt his fingers slide down below her bellybutton.
Her eyes flew open at this, and she really started to worry. Cole had never been much for foreplay, and she had never cared since she was immediately ready for him when he kissed her.
As she neared her peak, she tried to grasp ahold of him. But he had leaned back out of her reach, leaving her with nothing to hold onto except for the sheets. When she had climaxed, he leaned back on his knees and took off his shirt; throwing it somewhere on the floor.
When he turned back, he found Sandy unbuttoning his pants, wanting to return the favor. Cole stilled her with his hands.
Another shock for tonight. This is too much.
Cole laid back down on top of her, placing her hands above her head. Oh, she didn't like this. Sandy tried to free her hands, but he held them firmly in place. What was wrong with him? Why wouldn't he let her touch him?
The next article of clothing to touch the floor was Cole's pants. But when he turned around, he found Sandy's hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed, to where she was on top. She tried to straddle him, but he turned them back over before she could get a leg on each side.
Now thoroughly confused, Sandy wrapped her slinder arms around Cole's neck as they started into an agonizing slow rhythm. Cole was paying so much more attention to her, then the times before. It's not that she didn't like it (she definitely liked it), it was just such a total change for him. It was like he was trying to prove something. To her? To himself? She only had a vague idea.
When they both reached their climax, Cole buried his face into her shoulder to keep from crying out. And she felt his back shudder, but when the last waves of pleasure escaped them, she realized that his back still shook from beneath her hands.
And that's when she felt the tears fall on the crook of her neck. He finally stopped holding back the guttural crys, and she placed her hand on the back of his head and held him, listening to his quiet sobs.
When Cole had quieted, she hugged him as hard as she could muster, then dropped back onto her pillow to look him in the eyes. They were red, and she could see the embarassment in them.
He went to turn his head to the side, to escape her gaze, but she put her hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. "Cole," she began. "I will always love you." He started to speak, but she placed a slender finger on his lips. "I don't care if you don't feel the same way. But I want you to know that I will always be here for you. Whatever your feelings are of me. I'll always help you."
Cole had a bad reputation with the ladies, but the only reason Sandy had ever let him do things to her that were usually saved for the wedding night, was because she truly loved him; whether or not he recipricated those feelings. He did come to her more times than any other girl, but that was just because she was his favorite. Wasn't she?
His gaze burned into hers as he tried to make the words come out. But he couldn't. He had already damaged his pride by crying. If he was to say it, it wouldn't be tonight. So instead, he forced himself to move out of her arms.
But she pulled him back down. "Wait." she pleaded, hoping her desperation didn't show through her voice. "Stay with me. Lay with me, just for a little while."
Glad for an excuse, he laid back down and gathered her in his arms. Just like the old times.
