Slippery Slope Into Darkness
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Ch2: Good vs Evil
I open my one eye and see Alicia sitting across from me in... I think my shower. I am drunk and sleepy; Alicia looks just as sleepy as me. Cast your judgments now. After Jenny past my doctor put me on sleep medicine and I learned if you stay awake on them you hallucinate and get a crazy feeling of euphoria. Mix a couple of those with a couple beers you end up in your bathtub in your jeans. I wouldn't say I abuse them, I just use them in a different manner then they are meant for. I am an innovator. I still get the benefits.
I still feel some of the side effects of over indulging on my sleep meds. I feel very tired but yet I can't sleep or lift my head up. My brain feels like a sand bag weighing my skull down and my neck feels like a used slinky. I think Alicia is sitting on my legs or something because I can't feel my legs. I start to move my arms and they feel like they weigh about a million pounds and everything feels… just great. It's almost like a cartoon or a sitcom, it doesn't feel real. This whole weekend is about getting out of reality. To get out of the evils of the good world to appreciate the goods of the evil world.
I move and I'm all wet I look at my hands and the tub is filled. I don't know how I ended up here, or where my shirt is or where her clothes are, I'm only wearing my jeans and one sock all of which is wet. Alicia has her heels on and her panties. I splash her, and she smiles. I position myself so that I'm above and push her bangs out of her face getting her face wet. She laughs as do I. She kisses me.
"Oh, Cowboy." she moans as I kiss her neck. She moves and somehow gets on top. She spikes my hair with the water and opens my mouth and starts dumping a beer down it until I start coughing. She puts the beer down and kisses me again. "You need a haircut," she says tugging on my hair, bringing my face up to her chest as she's biting her lip.
"I was waiting for you to cut it," I said, getting mesmerized by her eyes. Her amber eyes entice me they make me want her more and more every time I see her. Her appetite is insatiable I try to appease her so she keeps coming back, however fully satisfying either of us is impossible but trying to keep up with each other is the true challenge.
"That will have to wait till later,"
"Oh yeah, why?" I ask as she stirs the water by my sides. She takes her nails and scrapes them along my sides.
"I've been waiting too long and have been too excited for this weekend, to just cut your hair."
"Yeah?"
"yeah." she says kissing me. This weekend is just as stress relieving for her as it is for me too. We escape from our lives to just spend time within each other and tend to our own deep demons.
I'm so addicted to
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
Or the sound you make
With every breath you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me
We met at Lady Heather's office, when I was going for one on one therapy after Jenny's death. I kept seeing Alicia there; she too was going for therapy. In some people's head this might have came up as a red flag but in my mind it was a green light. What was the worst that could happen she say no, everyone already knows I'm nasty. But the relationship didn't turn until I saw her dance.
After court I felt like celebrating when no one else did, so I went to a strip club, and felt like celebrating my way. I knew I was looking good, I had a new suit on, but still looked relaxed with my shirt unbuttoned a little and my tie gone, and I had cut gotten a haircut earlier. When I saw her I immediately recognized her and I knew she recognized me. I watched her dance for hours before I bought a private dance. She told me to wait up and told me what time she got out. So I waited.
Over the course of a month we started our head case of a special relationship. We go through these stages, where we hate each other but then we can't be without each other. She was my bad girl and I was her good boy. We kept our relationship a secret knowing it would be career and social suicide for both of us. However it was more me, I never introduced to the team or Rose. I did go to a couple events with her when she needed a date. I guess you could say she's my best friend in all fairness except we have sex with each other. We use each other.
She knows about Rose and Jenny and the lab, I don't tell that to everyone. She likes the fact that I'm a family man and that I'm a CSI she says it adds to my good boy cliché. I know about her hectic schedule, struggle with eating disorders, and her crazy family.
I know when it's getting rough
all the times we spend
when we try to make
this love something better than
just making love again
Alicia and I have a unique and certainly bizarre relationship. It may be just sex but it serves my needs better than any relationship I've ever been in or apart of.
He's addicted. When I first met Cowboy, it was at our doctor's. I knew why he was there and he knew why I was there. He looked real good, and at the time I needed a new plaything. His smile was to die for. But I soon wondered why a good man like him needed this kind of help. I knew he was a good man just burden with stress. The stress of his work, his family, and the stress of trying to live in his own skin. I remember feeling like that, like you're the worst person alive and shouldn't be alive. No one can help you. His mind set is maybe just one more time and that will be it. One good night and he won't have to go out or get a booty call, but he's addicted. Addicted to the chase, addicted to the feeling, he's addicted. - Miss Impulse
The song is Addicted by Saving Abel. The first couple chapters I'm using to show the darkest of Nick's addiction, so I apologize if it feels like a slow start but it's going to pick up in a big way soon just bear with me. The last parts by Miss Impulse (a character i created) are going to make sense soon as well.
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