Author's Note: Like my first one shot for this series, this story (which is two parts) takes place in the future and is completely unrelated to the first one, which featured Zack and Bailey.
While London's canon characterization is of the dizty rich girl, I think she'd eventually grow up so if it doesn't seem like she's ditzy enough, that's why because she's grown up.
The fiancee` London mentions in this two shot is Todd St. Mark one of her boyfriend's from the Suite Life of Zack and Cody.
BTW, if I had an angst indicator flag, it would go up for this two shot cause it's really angsty. And just remember alternate reality is the italics, regular text real life, LOL.
Never Wanna See You Hurt
London Tipton and Cody Martin
Part One of Two
"Are you here yet?" Cody asked sleepily as he squinted, trying to check the time as he rolled toward the bright clock on his bedside table.
"Daddy's private plane just landed." London responded with a long yawn. "Now all I have to do is make it through the hell that is baggage claim while I'm still half asleep. Yay me!"
Pausing for a moment, the heiress followed up her signature exclamation with a sarcastic muttering of,"Not."
"London, I love you," Cody said, laughing. "But seriously, you didn't have to fly in this late. Even if your Dad's private plane will take you anywhere at anytime. You'd think you would have relished sleeping in till noon like always. Or better yet, you would have let your best friend IE me pay for a commercial flight at a more reasonable hour to benefit the both of us."
A heavy sigh fell from the soft mauve of the exotic beauty's plump lips. "Cody, Cody, Cody," She chastised. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm never letting you pay for anything. And why would you want to? Hello! You're my BFF and I'm super, super rich. But more importantly, BFFs SO do not get sucked in paying for cross country flights during primo flying hours! Duh! That's what boyfriend's are for, silly!"
Boyfriend.
The only word, that left her perfect lips, besides his name that could stop him in his tracks.
The title he would never have. Sure, he would be her best friend or BFF as she liked to say (even though he always cringed at the term) until God or whoever was brave enough to take her away from him, but he would never be her boyfriend.
No, the luxury of that title belonged to someone else.
That someone else being Todd St. Mark, the suave, handsome rich heir London had met as a teenager and reconnected with while attending Boston University.
He couldn't sleep when she wasn't there with him. It had started after she dropped out of Boston University and found her way to Cal State Fullerton, which was just a stone's throw away from Palo Alto, California where he was attending Stanford.
"Are you almost home?" He asked, a slight whining clouding his more richer tone of voice.
"Driver's turning into the neighborhood now. And even though, I can't see you ...Although, that would be awesome if I could, I know you're pouting. So stop it, I do it so much better." She mused, confidence dripping from her haughty tone.
"I still don't know why I couldn't go with you to see your Dad. We're married now, you know? And even though, I'm still not rich, logic dictates that he's got to stop hating me at some point, doesn't it?"
"I don't know about all that logic stuff, smarty, but I do know my Daddy and he'll never stop hating people who aren't rich. So I guess that means, you'll only see each other on Holidays. Which isn't bad. Besides, aren't in-laws supposed to not like each other? That's how it works on every TV show ever made, you know."
She could see him rolling his eyes, as a heavy sigh fell from his smooth lips. "Just hurry up and come home. I missed you, Lon..."
He paused and his voice got significantly lower, sending shivers down her spine, when he said, "And I plan on showing you just how much."
Cody liked Todd … Well, he liked him as much as he could like any of London's boyfriends, but he was thankful that he wasn't coming with her this time. Like he had the last time she came to visit him.
It was a delicate situation, their friendship.
Neither seemed to want to be more than what they were or at least neither of them were willing to admit they wanted to be something more.
But all of that – the what ifs, the maybes and the chances lost – seemed to fade away when they were together. And despite their friendship being so delicate with lines never having been crossed – that begged to be – at different points, it all seemed to work in the end. Everything just seemed to fit.
They were the way they were supposed to be, meant to be. And that's all that mattered.
"You're home." He said, the sight of her standing in the doorway of their bedroom, catching his eye.
"I'm home." She murmured back before adding her signature exclamation of, "Yay me!," as she clapped her hands.
She slipped away from the doorway and he slipped out of their bed. Her arms draped around his neck an his hands encircled her waist.
His head dropped against the crook of her neck, his lips pressing softly against her satin skin. He trailed his lips upward, sucking the skin just below her ear, knowing it drove her wild. As he continued sucking, her hands trailed upward to the hair that gathered at the nape of his neck, her fingers tangling deep into the downy strands.
"Cody." She moaned, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
"London." He whispered, her name falling from his lips in the same way.
London fumbled with the key Cody left underneath the welcome mat.
Her hand was shaking as she shut the door to his apartment behind her, careful to be quiet, so she wouldn't alert him enough to come downstairs. Her heart pounded against her chest as she thought about what she was going to have to tell him while she was here.
Her throat became dry as she took each step to his bedroom as slowly as she could. Her fingers were fumbling with her black Converse sneakers (she only wore them when she came to visit him) as she slipped them off and put them next to his matching pair near the doorway of his bedroom.
Her nose was assaulted by the salty scent of the ocean combined with his familiar fresh scent of Irish Spring soap and she just stood there for a moment, breathing it all in, committing it to memory.
Stealthily and a bit dramatically (in a theatrical way), she crept toward his bed and slid inside, her arms immediately winding around his waist.
Her head fell against his back, her nose inhaling his scent once more.
She was sure he could hear the pounding of her heart against her chest as he whispered her name with a questioning air, "London," which made her feel safe and like she was falling apart at the same time.
London's perfectly manicured fingers trailed away from his downy golden hair and down his back, finding the waistband of his pajama pants.
Cody had moved his lips away from her neck and they were now pressed against hers.
He groaned against their plumpness, savoring the way she tasted, after she had been gone for a week. His lips were soft but forceful as she opened her mouth, giving his tongue the access they both wanted it to have.
She felt the fingertips graze the hem of her billowy, gauzy tunic, his hands winding around her back.
She felt so small to him, as he placed his hands on hers, like she was some delicate thing, that he was going to break. He caressed her with such care and caution, but kissed her with sheer intensity and passion.
Just the way she wanted him to. In that way that made her fall so in love with him.
Cody knew something was wrong when London wrapped her arms around him and then squeezed him tightly. The whole creeping into his bed wasn't unusual. She had been doing that since she transferred to Cal State and would sneak into his dorm room at Stanford whenever.
But she never just automatically wrapped her arms around him and then squeezed him like that.
She only did that when she didn't want to tell him something or that something was wrong.
Case in point, she had wrapped her arms around him without saying a word, the night they were on her penthouse's balcony back at the Tipton, when she had found out from Zack that he was going to Stanford instead of Harvard or MIT and he would essentially be leaving her all alone.
A shaky, panicked breath fell from his lips and he could practically see the gears spinning in her head as she tightened her hold on his waist. Her nails were digging into the skin of his bare stomach and he winced in momentary pain.
But he had a feeling that the little stinging sensation from her nails, was going to be nothing compared to the pain he would feel, when she finally fessed up to whatever she didn't want to tell him.
"I missed you, Cody-Wody." She told him, pulling back to allow him to pull her tunic over her head.
Cody took her hand and walked her over to the bed as he sat down, his feet firmly planted on the floor. She straddled him as he buried his head against her breasts, his nips and nibbles, causing her to squirm slightly. She felt him growing hard beneath her, only the thin cotton of his pajama pants and the softness of her skirt, were getting in the way of feeling all of him.
Suddenly, he found her nipple through the lace of her bra, sucking slightly which caused her to throw her head back in abandon, her hips bucking harshly against his at the same time.
London felt his hands grabbing her and forcing her hips down as he thrust upward to meet her. His hands started to work the zipper of her skirt before she stood up and removed her skirt along with the rest of her clothes while he slipped off his pajama pants, both of them revealing themselves to each other.
She smiled as she laid down on the bed while he crawled on top of her, his fingers trailing down her flat stomach and over her silken thighs. He was touching her so lightly, that every once in a while, she would open her eyes to look at him. He then applied more and more pressure with his hands, the longer he went on touching her; circling her breasts, then her nipples, back down to her legs, her thighs, but never where she wanted him most.
"Come on, London, go to sleep. It's late and I know you have to go into LA for all that shopping you just have to do while you're here." He retorted, teasingly as she laughed, which made her loosen the hold she had on his waist.
The familiar way she smelled, always of gardenias and jasmine, came back to him. Encircling him in every way possible as it calmed him. Her smell pushed away any of his worries.
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands finding hers, as they laid in the middle of his bed.
She was tiny against him. Just one of the many things he liked (loved) about her. He wasn't big by any means, but as they grew older, he ended up a head and shoulders taller than her five foot three frame.
And whenever they laid like this, spooned together, he felt like she was enveloped in him. The way that she should always be.
Her small feet were currently tucked in between his calves and his chin was resting near her head, the coconut scent of her shampoo mingling perfectly with the gardenias and jasmine that clung to her flawless, satin skin.
"Your feet are cold." He told her in a disapproving tone, as his hot breath hit her face and neck. She shivered at the sensation, making him wrap his arms around her a little tighter.
"I'm cold all over, actually." She whispered back, her lips quivering.
London moaned as Cody's fingers found her breast once more, this time cupping its suppleness gently. He was teasing her and she was getting frustrated. Although, she had matured through the years they had known each other, she was still used to getting whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it.
And right now she wanted, no she was desperate for his fingers to be inside of her.
Instead his fingers would trail down to her dripping center, but he would never actually touch her, never feel her wetness coating his fingers or have them engulfed in her velvet warmth.
Frustrated and impatient, she raised her hips upward, encouraging him, but all she got for her efforts was a soft smile gracing his smooth lips.
"Coooddddy..." She keened breathlessly. "Touch me... Please..." She whimpered, nearly begging as she arched her body toward his. "Please."
He groaned as she forcefully grabbed his hand, guiding it toward the center of her body. He captured her lips with his while he reveled in the feeling of her heat radiating against his hand.
"You're beautiful, London. So damn beautiful." He told her, his clear blue eyes a darker shade as they stared into her big chocolate brown.
They laid there for hours in silence, London tossing and turning fitfully, which woke him up with every shift of his bed.
"Lon?" Cody finally asked, panic and worry suddenly taking him over as his throat grew tight and dry.
"I have something to tell you. But it's so hard to." She pouted, bottom lip trembling. "I hate being all mature and grown up!"
It was hard not to laugh at the childish way the now 23 year old heiress still phrased things, but Cody could barely breathe let alone laugh.
"London, what's wrong?" He questioned, taking in the sight of her huge golden flecked chocolate eyes that were becoming glossy with unshed tears.
"Cody..." His name fell from her lips in a terrified manner while her body began shaking. "I'm getting married. Todd asked Daddy for his permission a few weeks ago and two days ago he proposed."
His hand moved inside of her, his fingers knowing exactly where to touch and what to do. She sighed, his name falling from her precious lips, in breathless gasps since the first contact his hand had with her dripping, pulsating center. He bent his head forward, his mouth covering her nipples, as his tongue swirled around them.
"Please. Please." She begged as she raised her hips slightly while the speed of his hand increased.
His tongue continued drawing lazy circles around her nipples as her body stiffened underneath his, signaling that she was close.
Her thighs shook around his hand and when he found that exact spot inside of her, combined with the stimulation his mouth was providing, her orgasm ripped through her. Her body shuddered violently and as she whispered his name, "Cody," over and over he could only stare at her in amazement.
London tried her hardest to read Cody's face but she couldn't. It was like she was staring at a completely different person and not the boy she had known for like ever.
She never really could tell what Cody was thinking (he was so much smarter) but as the years went on, she had learned how to read him, to know what each expression on his face meant. But right now she had no idea what the blank stare he was giving her meant and she was terrified.
Oh no! She gasped in her head. Since Cody's not saying anything does that mean he hates me? Please don't hate me, Cody. Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me!
Suddenly, she felt the bed shifting underneath her and when she felt a rush of cold air hit her skin, she knew (in an uncharacteristic move) he had thrown off the covers and climbed out of bed. Her body trembled as she watched him slowly walk over to the sliding doors that lead out to the balcony.
Several tears had begun to fall from her eyes, as she sniffled slightly, but quickly she brushed them away. However, she didn't leave the bed. She stayed behind, too afraid to move. Too afraid that he hated her to find the strength to even attempt moving.
But somehow she left the bed, her stomach churning violently while her heart pounded against her chest, but she couldn't manage to walk out to the balcony just yet.
Todd proposed. Todd proposed. Todd proposed.
Those were the only words that ran through Cody's head as he stared at the pristine blue water of the ocean. He wasn't sure if he could handle what those words meant for them. How those simple (or maybe not so simple) words changed everything for them, how she wouldn't be just his anymore.
She was the most important person in his life (not counting his parents and Zack) but really... Honestly, she was the only girl he ever loved.
But he was the only one who knew that (well, Zack knew too but that was because he read his journal) because he never had the guts to tell her how he felt.
And it was all because he was afraid he was going to loose her. And he couldn't let that happen, so he stayed silent.
But none of that mattered now. None of it mattered. Because his worst fear had come true. He lost her.
And now he was a fucking idiot for not telling her the truth. He was a fucking idiot because he hadn't stepped up to the plate. All he had to do was tell her that he was the guy for her, the one she should be marrying. And that none of those other guys (especially Todd St. Mark) she was with before mattered, he was the one that did.
But instead he kept his mouth shut and now she was gone. Lost forever. And all because he couldn't step up and be her man.
"Fuck. Fuck." He muttered over and over, disgusted with himself. "Fuck. Fuck."
She was completely stunning and she was all his.
Her caramel skin was flushed, tinted in the most beautiful peach shade he had ever seen. Her plump lips were parted sensually as breathless gasp after breathless gasp escaped.
And he couldn't take it anymore. He had been content to just watch her, but now he had to be inside of her. So he slid himself inside of her, into her dripping velvet warmth and she thought she was going to come right off the bed.
"Oh! Oh!" She screamed, tossing her head from side to side.
"I love you, London." Cody told her. "I love you. I love you." He repeated before kissing her firmly on the lips while he thrust harshly inside of her.
