Linen Closet Moments.
(Chapter 2)
Well, you're either lovers or you're wanting to be lovers or you're trying not to be lovers so you can be friends, but any way you look at it, sex is always looming in the picture like a shadow, like an undertow. Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Get Real, 1991She glanced at the clock and sighed in relief, her day was done. She had never realized how hard it was not talking to him, not chatting with him about the moronic thing's that they did
and saw during each and every day. She paused on her way to her locker and thought that George made up her days, she shook the idea out of her head along with all that it implied and
walk briskly towards the locker room that often held George in it's confinements. No, she stopped dead in her track's and stood looking at the door her hand frozen on the handle. No
she couldn't see George, see him smiling like everything was okay, see his eyes burn into her when she knew he had seen everything, on her, in her. No, she thought with a shiver, she
couldn't see him. She spun on her heals and ran head first into the one person she didn't want to see. Her eyes shot directly down after meeting his. She seem to be looking at the floor a
lot these days.
"Sorry." She muttered quietly before she started to walk by him and down the hall away from him.
"No, it's not okay." She heard him say, but she kept walking and didn't not hearing his footsteps following hers, following her every move. She felt a strong grip tighten around her wrist,
and she gasped as she turned around to find herself nose to nose with George. She tried to pull her wrist back, but his gripped only tightened more. She was painfully aware of him. They
had been in the position before,only they had been laying down and he had been hilt deep inside of her. She moved that thought as far away as she could.
"It's not okay." He said again as she found herself being pulled into the linen closet. It was something like deja vu. He slammed the door and looked at her with anger and confusion. She
backed up till she hit cool wood and metal. It was comforting against his peering eyes as she continued to looked anywhere but him. It was dark she thought numbly and she could sense
him, feel his confusion as she was sure he could feel hers. She couldn't tell how long they had been there, a second, a minute, an hour, forever. Stuck in this limbo of need and confusion.
She heard him move and thought nothing of it till his hand cupped her neck making her shock eyes dart to his. Just the contact of him touching her brought all the memories from that
night back. She could almost feel his hands trembling as he touched her and her nail digging into his back as be branded her as his own. She felt every touch of the lips, every brush of
tongues. He must of felt it to because his jaw was tight and his whole body was ridged. Just having him touch her was painful, but his eyes had as much pain as hers did. She tried
desperately to pull away but her body wasn't working. Her heart wasn't listening. So she stared right back into his eyes trying to convey everything she couldn't say, wouldn't say and
nothing could be heard. The never ending noise of the hospital blocked out by ears refusing to listen. The wrongness of what they were doing ignored by a brain that didn't want to
function, and eyes that wouldn't leave the other's and still looking for answers. She felt helpless tears run down her face, and saw that he was crying to. She saw a look in his eyed
through blurred vision and he must have saw it too because they both pulled away as though being even near the other hurt. It wasn't fair from the truth. They both knew giving in wasn't
an option, they wouldn't be those people, the weren't those people. She brushed away the tears that had run down her cheeks took one look at him, because he wouldn't stop looking
at her and said.
" No, it's not okay."
Before he could answer, before she could see his reaction she opened the door and ran.
Away for George, away for the Hospital, away from that dam linen closet.
Away from
want
desire
confusion.
Please Review. I know there's not very much dialog, but that was kinda the point. Chapter 3 will be long. For next chapter I'll keep Callie likable. George/Izzie fight next chapter. Hope you like
the quot.
