A/N: Me again. This was re-done and re-done and re-done and I'm not quite sure if it's up to scratch or not, but I just really really wanted to update. A guest (thanks for your review!) recommended that I try and make the chapters a bit longer - I'm working on it! I do try and add bits in here and there but sometimes the chapters are as stubborn as I am, and they kind of just refuse to get longer. Oh, I don't know.
And I posted another Elavan fic - and nobody's really said anything. If it was terrible, please tell me so I can try and make it less crappy! I'm annoying myself now, begging for reviews. Ugh.
Disclaimer: I (still) don't own anything recognisable.
AVAN'S POV
"So, babe, what do ya think?" I spun around, holding a positively puke-worthy shirt up. Liz turned to me, and recoiled in horror.
"Avan, I swear to God, if you buy that shirt we will not do ANYTHING for the next thirty years." She looked deadly serious, even though I knew she was joking.
I put the shirt back, just in case.
She walks towards me and puts her hands on my chest.
"Besides, babe..." She practically purrs, her hands rubbing up and down. "I really prefer you with no shirt on."
Good God. The things this woman did to me. I pulled her into a secluded corner of the clothes shop we were in - I've forgotten the name - and pinned her to the wall. She let out a gasp, and looked up innocently.
"Why, Mr Jogia, whatever is the matter?" She asked me, using her Jade-mocking-Tori voice. She was oddly attached to that voice - I never bothered asking why.
I let out a low chuckle. "What's the matter? The matter is, babe, that if you keep on doing things like that in public, I don't think I'll be able to go outside with you anymore." We got the day off from filming and Liz and I decided to take the day out shopping for anything and everything - but as 'friends', of course. It killed me having to keep our relationship a secret, but landing this role was a big deal and I did NOT want to piss Mike off. The day started innocently enough, but we started teasing each other somewhere around lunchtime. She started it by dragging me into a lingerie store - and I may or may not have retaliated by 'accidentally' spilling water on her front and trying to wipe it off with a napkin. I also may or may not have gotten a little handsy whilst doing it, too. I didn't really care, though - the slap on the arm was worth seeing the lust in her eyes.
"Awfully sorry, babe." Liz apologised, but I saw the twinkle in her eyes. "How about I make it up to you?"
I eyed her a little suspiciously - I mean, I trusted her, but...
"Well come on then - I do believe you have a shirt to try on, don't you?" She handed me a random shirt and sashayed over to the men's changing rooms - stopping only once to wink at me over her shoulder. I glanced around the near-empty shop, making sure no one was watching us.
Miraculously, there wasn't a sales attendant at the entrance, and we were free to choose whichever stall we wanted as they were all free. She marched right to the end - the disabled one, I noticed. I raised an eyebrow when she paused at the door to look back.
She just smirked, walked forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled us in the small room. As soon as the door was shut behind me, we attacked each other. We hadn't properly kissed since the morning - only stolen ones when we were sure nobody was looking, behind clothes rails or whatever worked. My back hit the door as she pushed me into it, and I almost chuckled at how eager she was. I didn't, of course, because I was too preoccupied with her wandering hands. They were creeping up my shirt, her fingers dancing lightly on my abs.
I spun us round, and picked her up, holding her tightly at the top of her thighs. She gasped against my mouth and immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms snaking around my neck. I shoved her against the wall and began sucking on her neck.
"A- Avan?"
"Mmmm, babe?" I bit into her neck, and her legs tightened in response.
"Jesus... Avan, we're acting like... Ohhhhh... Like horny teenagers, baby..."
I chuckled, biting into her once again and smoothing the pain down with my tongue. I knew these would leave marks, but she wasn't exactly in the right mindset to tell me to stop.
"Well, do you mind acting like horny teenagers?"
"Not particularly," she replied in a breathy voice. "But, maybe we might wanna take this somewhere like, oh, I don't know, your house?" She tried to sound sarcastic, but when she was practically dry-humping me and moaning, it didn't come across too offensive.
"Besides," she added, her hands now on my cheeks, "it was meant to be me making it up to you." She pouted, and I couldn't resist leaning in to peck her gorgeous lips.
I leant my forehead against hers. "Love you, baby."
She smiled - one of her cute, sweet smiles - and softly kissed my lips. "I love you too, Avan."
It was amazing how the mood could go from so sexual we wanted to rip the clothes off each other to calm and loving in under a minute. We stayed there for a moment before I gently let her down, never breaking eye contact. We didn't want to go out yet - to return to being 'just friends'. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I brought her in for a hug. She stayed there for ages, her head on my chest, and I knew she was listening to my heartbeat. She said it calmed her down - she liked to listen to it when we were in bed, too, to lull her to sleep. I buried my nose in her hair, smelling her vanilla shampoo.
We were silent in the car, hands held whilst I drove. It wasn't an awkward or uncomfortable silence, kind of... Kind of a knowing silence. We didn't have to speak, we just kind of... Knew, that we didn't have to say anything.
We were curled up on the sofa in a very Beck&Jade like pose - her legs over my lap, mine hands over her thighs and her snuggled into my chest. I haven't told her for fear that she's slap me for being so sappy - she's a lot more like Jade than people realise - but these times with her are my favourite. Nothing sexual, just us. Me and her cuddling together like we're a normal couple - like we could go out and, I don't know, get ice cream together and kiss in the open and take a walk round the park holding hands instead of with a friendly distance between us. She looks so relaxed, too, and I only ever see this look when she's with me. Like everything's right, or something. It makes me proud, and I know it sounds stupid but when she looks up at me with he big, perfect, beautiful eyes and asks for a kiss, my heart swells up and starts beating so fast it doesn't know what to do with itself. She senses me looking at her instead of the black and white movie we have on, and looks up. Her brow furrows just the slightest bit and I didn't think it was possible for her to look cuter, but dammit, it just happened. I smile at her, and cup her cheek with one of my hands.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You want the truth or not?"
"The truth, of course, idiot."
"You might slap me, babe."
"Then that's your problem. Tell me!"
"Fine. I was just thinking how beautiful and cute you were and how I wish we were like normal couples."
She's silent for a moment, and then she brings up her hand to rest over the one I have on her cheek.
"I know, baby. I wish we could be like them too. I think both a bit too weird to be a normal couple, though." She joked, flashing a grin, and then sobering up. "But we'll figure something out, kay? Mike can't keep you two dating forever, and then you'll be all mine."
"You know I'm yours anyway, babe?" I'm a bit concerned that she might think I have feelings for Alisha.
"I know. But I can't wait for it to be official." She grins at me again and leans in for a kiss. I'm quick to grant her one, and it's slow and loving and has everything anyone could ever want in it. I want nothing more than to just stay there for years, but something makes me pause. She stops, as well. We both pull away.
That was Liz. They were saying her name, and they had a picture of her.
Oh look, it's me too. My name, and my picture.
No no no no. I was dreading what would come up next.
Pleasedon'tpleasedon'tpleasedon't.
And there's a photo of both of us, laughing in the mall, almost too close together.
Shit.
We were on the TV.
Hi again. I really wanted to thank the reviewers for chapters one and two because (as terribly cheesy as it sounds, I know) they kind of make me smile. A lot. But I'll deny it if anyone asks.
So, thanks to:
The two guests (I don't know if you're the same person, or different people, or whatever, but thanks!)
Heartaches (x2)
x-clownsdontbounce-x (x2)
You guys are awesome. 'Nuff said.
