A/N: I know it's been forever but college will do that to you. Thank goodness Spring Break is in a week, so I can be lazy and update a lot more frequently. Yay!
I should have mentioned this in Cody's story...He and Bailey believe they (like in the Defiant Ones) are going to the same college. However, I'm going with Harvard in this story because in season one episode fifteen "Shipnotized" Cody knew how many bricks were in the Harvard Wall and if he knew that, he suddenly wouldn't want to go to Harvard's biggest rival, Yale. At least in my opinion, he wouldn't.
That little tidbit above plays a big role in how Bailey feels about her future dream and conversation with the object of her desire in her future dream.
Future Glimpse
Part Three
Bailey Pickett and Justin Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)
The difference between what you need/And what you want
"The Difference" by Matchbox 20
Bailey sat inside the hall closet across from the cabin she shared with London.
Her head was spinning from the college application inside her hands. Her fingers shook as they traced the Yale logo at the top of the header and her head fell back against the wall, a heavy sigh falling from her soft, plump lips as she thought about Cody's freak out a few weeks ago.
He had forgotten his assignment on Napoleon for Miss Tutweiller and because he had never gotten a black mark on his academic record before, he nearly had an aneurysm and had immediately jumped to the conclusion that they wouldn't get into Harvard together. His words still rang in her head today..."We're supposed to go to Harvard together! What if you get in, but I only end up going to Yale?!"
Her stomach sunk and a sickening feeling washed over her as Yale blue and Yale typeface stared back at her. Her throat was tight as she reviewed the application, her own simple cursive in black ink somehow making her even sicker.
But that wasn't the worst thing – having an application to the biggest rival of the college her boyfriend wanted to go to – it was what inspired her to write the application.
The dreams she'd been having for weeks...The dreams about another boy.
Moving in front of him, she reaches out and cups his cheek in her palm, trying hard to ignore the intense heat that courses through her body just from the feeling of his skin against hers.
His earthy green eyes, that are swirling with lust and want, are staring directly into her eyes and her head is swimming amongst all the new experiences that were surrounding her.
His thick black hair is mussed and falling in front of his forehead and she can't help but brush it back, her fingertips lingering along the defined lines of his face. His body is leaning into hers, the warmth that radiates off of him, sending her heart thundering like a runaway train inside her chest.
His lips are mere centimeters away and before he can close the distance, she meets him halfway, a needful sound leaving her lips the second they touch his.
Dreams had never inspired her to do anything before...Except when she went to the Kettle Pot Corn Cobb Festival at age five and saw the Corn Cobb Queen, and knew that's what she wanted to be – someday – The Corn Cobb Queen.
And if it wasn't for Cody that would have never happened...Getting to be Corn Cobb Queen. Although it wasn't the festival wasn't technically in Kettle Corn- it was on the ship - her most hoped for childhood dream had come true and it was all because of him.
Her boyfriend. The boy that she loved and cared for more than she had cared for anyone in her 17 years and these dreams were eating her up inside. And filling out this application didn't help her guilt as she sat in this closet, the guilt she was feeling was overwhelming.
Raking her fingers through the silkiness of her golden wheat hair, Bailey began banging her head against the wall in hopes the dreams would be beaten out of her head and Yale would be forgotten.
Shaking her head, she scoffed at her emotional logic and shut her eyes, taking a deep breath in hopes to calm her...But instead those images she was running from found her again.
His body is now fully pressed against hers, his hard, lean muscled lines meshing perfectly against her soft curves. His right hand is twisted amongst the silky strands of her hair, using it for leverage so her lips are kept pressed against hers and his left hand is wrapped around her waist, keeping her body still and molded tightly against hers.
Her chest is tight as he holds her still, simply devouring hers. Her lips move hungrily against his, trying to keep up with the hard and demanding way he's kissing her, as his tongue pushes past her lips to stroke against her own.
And as the kiss continues in her and London's cabin, she finds herself meeting him halfway again, as she sucks on his tongue while her teeth bump against his, and her mouth opens wider and wider underneath his.
He tastes faintly of mint and tangerine from the smoothie he had earlier and the way his teeth continually bump against hers, and she never wants it to stop.
He has his hands on her, his fingers massaging the silkiness of her golden wheat hair and his other hand is roaming all over her back and dipping and sliding against the curve of her ass, and as she makes another needy sound, she figures it's time she put her hands on him.
Bailey's eyes shoot open and her heart is beating as fast as it ever has in her chest. Rushing out of the closet, she ends up on the deck and involuntarily starts shivering.
Confused, the farm girl looks above her and realizes just how late it is. The sky is pitch black, the millions of stars twinkling above and when she brings her eyes back down, she stares out into the blackness that is the seemingly never ending stretch of ocean before her.
The application is still inside her hands and although the piece of paper in her hands realistically weighs nothing...It feels like it's getting heavier and heavier by the second. She knows she's being over-emotional about a stupid dream, that will never actually happen, but she can't help but wonder what would happen if she met this boy...How would she feel if she saw him..If those earthy green eyes were really staring back at her?
Her nails start digging into the paper and when she looks down there's a sizable hole inside the application and a scream is rising in her throat. But instead of screaming, she bunches the paper into a ball and hurls it over her shoulder.
"Ow!"
Spinning on her heel, she's ready to apologize rapidly and profusely to the person she hit, but all words die in her throat at the sight of a pair of earthy green eyes staring back at her.
Tugging his shirt free of his pants, she manages to slide the last two buttons free. Then she's shoving the fabric off his shoulders and her hands are pressed against warm, rough skin and she moans wantonly inside his mouth.
Somehow she manages to disengage her mouth from his, amongst groans of disappointment from both of them, but she can't help it. She doesn't know when she'll get another chance to see him like this. Tonight may be their one and only chance because tomorrow he'll be gone and she'll still be here.
And when she sees him, standing in front of her half naked, she can't help but gasp.
He's like nothing she's ever seen; broad shoulders, hard chest and lean muscled stomach.
Moving closer to him, she has her hands on his chest and she glides her fingers over the acres of warm skin, loving the play of firm muscle against her palms. Under her hands his heart is beating just as fast as she feels her own doing inside her chest. Flicking an exploratory fingernail over the bluntness of his nipple, she moans when she hears him gasp.
His hands are cupping her cheeks now and the heat inside his green eyes has her insides trembling. Then his lips are on hers again and she can't think or breathe or worry about how she's going to have to forget about this – what's about to happen between them – and how it won't last beyond tonight.
All she can think about right now is how badly she wants him to touch her. She needs to feel his hands on her skin, so she steps back and unbuttons her purple vest, letting the silky fabric fall away from her skin.
When she meets his eyes again, he's staring at her...Staring at her in a way that makes her body shudder and the heat from his gaze, makes desire flare inside her stomach and her thighs clench underneath her, as she can feel the slick moisture building up inside her core.
Even though, she just wants to stand there and not move, her feet are moving of their own accord and suddenly her nose is invaded by the crisp, heady scent of his cologne.
His earthy green eyes are displaying none of the lust they do inside her dreams...No, as they stare at her now, they are bathed in confusion. Obviously, he opened the crumpled ball of paper that she had inadvertently used as a projectile and saw just what the piece of paper actually was.
His mouth drops open and his handsome, defined features are painted with complete shock. "Y-you..Y-you just crumpled up an application to Yale! W-why would you do that? A-are you insane? Do you have some kind of death wish?"
His brief stutter makes her heart clench and stomach twist...Cody stutters, she can't help but think. But right now – as wrong as it is – Cody isn't at the forefront of her mind.
She giggles nervously and offers him a shaky grin, murmuring, "I actually want to get into Harvard. Yale's not anything more than a safety school for me. You know a back up plan, I'll never use."
His features soften and he shakes his head, wry knowing smile playing across his lips. "Safety school or not, it's still Yale. You should really go online like right now and reapply."
Arching an eyebrow, she crosses her arms over her chest and asks, "Oh, yeah? Says who?"
"Take it from me who's already a sophomore at Yale, you should go online and reapply right now. I thought Yale was just going to be my safety school too...Turns out it wasn't."
His voice takes on this husky, slightly rough quality...It's distant but it's like he's whispering right into her ear at the same time and her mind is instantly going back to her dreams.
"God, Bailey." He whispers, his voice husky and slightly rough. Reaching out, his hands cup her cotton covered breasts. "You're beautiful." The words leave his lips in a rush of air that warm her from the inside out.
Suddenly nervous, she gives him a shaky grin and giggles. She feels her eyes fluttering as gasp after gasp falls from her lips while his fingers are stroking her nipples through the cotton of her bra, drawing them into tight, hard peaks.
And for a moment, the only sounds she can hear are the heaviness of their breathing and the quiet hum the ship's motor makes. Then he makes this low, desperate sound that skates along her nerve endings before settling at the very center of her, only making her grow more and more wet and suddenly, his lips are on hers again – softer this time – but just as needy.
Somehow they have shed the rest of their clothes.
She doesn't remember sliding the buckle out of the loops of his jeans or his fingers pulling down the zipper of hers and she doesn't care if she ever does because she's too caught up in his mouth lingering along the curve of her neck, his lips and teeth nibbling at her shoulder blade, his tongue slipping out to trace the length of her collar bone, his fingers brushing the cotton of her panties between her legs.
"Justin?" Her voice sounds thick and rough, unrecognizable to her own ears. He raises his head and she can't stop herself from running her fingers through the thickness of his black hair and over the sharpness of his cheekbones. "Are we really doing this?"
"My name's Justin. Justin Russo."
Is the next thing she hears and she can feel her features twisting with puzzlement. "Huh?" She asks.
He laughs...The sound warm and rich and sending shivers down her spine. "You asked me my name, so I told you. I'm Justin and a few of my college buddies brought me here for Spring Break."
"Did I ask you why you were on the ship too?"
"No, you didn't. Being the logical person that I am, I knew that would be your next question. So I told you my name, are you going to tell me yours?"
Bailey nervously bites down on her lip and finds herself staring into those earthy green eyes of his once again. The words pour from her lips before she can take them back like she knows she should. "I'm Bailey. Bailey Pickett. It's nice to meet you, Justin Russo."
His hand takes hers and sparks race up and down her arm. "Nice to meet you, Bailey Pickett."
She lets her hand fall away from his and she takes a big step back too afraid to be that close to him. "It's none of my business and you can tell me to shut up faster than a bird dog that won't stop howling, but if Yale was your safety school, why didn't you go to the school you wanted?"
His chuckling isn't warm and rich now. It's sardonic and cynical as a heavy sigh follows. His eyes drift away from hers, facing the sea instead. "A girl...A girl is the reason I didn't go to the school I wanted to, but..."
Unfortunately, as Justin was saying those words, the ship's foghorn sounded for its weekly test.
"Oh, man!" He complained. "That horn ruined a perfectly dramatic moment!" He paused and held up a finger to Bailey, indicating that he wanted her to wait a moment. He then cleared his throat and tried to adopt a serious expression. "But it's always a girl...Isn't it?"
"Or a boy." Bailey murmured under her breath, taken back to her dreams by the low, husky tone of Justin's voice.
"Are you sure this is what you really want?" Justin counters in a low, husky voice. "Because if you're not sure, I'll just go back to my cabin. I won't take advantage of you like that, Bailey. I'm not that kind of guy."
He's so considerate...So warm...And those attributes combined with the feeling of how hard and thick he is against her belly, make her leave all rational thought behind. She doesn't know him...One talk on the deck at night about college, doesn't mean she knows him like she knows Cody, but right now that doesn't matter.
Right now all that matters, is needing him inside of her more than she needs the next breath of air rushing into her lungs. She nods her head, silently telling him that she wants this and his arms tighten around her and suddenly, she's lifted off the ground. She lets out a gasp, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist and she' can't breathe.
Because he's there. The length of him – so warm and hard – against her sex.
And with every step toward her bed, he's sliding against her and it's not just that she can't breathe anymore, she can't even think. She can't even find the strength to keep her eyes open.
She can only rock her hips against his and tighten her legs around his waist, keeping him nestled right there as she digs her nails into his shoulders while her head drops back and nothing but whimpers and moans escape her lips.
She doesn't know when they're finally at the foot of her bed. She only knows the feel of him – warm and hard – against her center. She only knows the feeling of desire coiling tight at the base of her spine. She only knows that the feeling of him sliding against her, makes that desire want to break free and if it does, she'll give into it and she'll come against him just like this.
And that's exactly what happens.
Her thighs clench around his hips and she's clinging to him as she lets the desire overwhelm her.
Day breaking on the boulevard/ Feel the sun warming up your second hand heart
"You're blushing." Justin murmurs, noticing the warm peach tone coloring Bailey's alabaster skin.
"W-what?" She asks, caramel eyes growing wide and blinking profusely.
He chuckles, his earthy green eyes somehow brighter. He's closer than she realized because his fingers are on her cheeks and she can't breathe. "You're blushing. You must be thinking about that boy you mumbled about a few seconds ago. I'd say that with more conviction, but the girl I'm closest to is my sister and I'm not entirely sure she has feelings at all – let alone the ability to be taken enough with someone to blush just by thinking about them."
The farm girl nods, too afraid to speak. Or maybe, she thinks, I'm just not able to because you're touching me.
She knows she shouldn't be reveling in the feeling of his warm, slightly rough fingers on her skin, but she can't stop the feelings inside of her.
In this moment, Bailey feels warm all over...From the inside out and as her eyes catch the sun just barely peeking over the horizon, she whispers, "The sun's coming up."
Light swimming across your face/And you think maybe someday, yeah/Maybe someday
The barely visible soft golden hues are skating over Justin's handsome face, highlighting everything that makes her heart skip multiple beats in her dreams and she knows the last thing she should do is move closer.
But she can't stop herself. She needs to know if his lips feel as good as they do in her dreams. It stuns her that she's being this bold...That she's even considering kissing someone who isn't Cody, but there's something inside of her that tells her she has to.
And when she feels the lushness of his lips against hers, she can't pull away fast enough...Because the kiss is getting deeper and everything she feels in her dreams, is pulling her in...Those feelings are becoming reality and that's when she has to stop.
And she does. But staring into his earthy green eyes...That have taken on a darker hue...That mirror those eyes in her dreams, make her wonder...Is this really where she's supposed to be?
For all you know/ Yeah, this could be
The difference between what you need/And what you want
They finally fall onto the bed and she's still wrapped around him, making cries that taper off into whimpers, that he'll remember long after this is over and he groans against the skin of her shoulder.
She's pulsing rapidly against him and he can't think of the last time he felt something so good.
She feels wonderful inside his arms and looks like a debauched angelic vision with her smooth thighs gripping his hips and the tell tale flush of arousal engulfing the alabaster of her perky, supple breasts and the beautiful curve of her neck.
She stops jerking and he holds her in his arms, until he feels her body relax, her slight curves go from rigid and tight to warm and pliant against him.
She holds her eyes closed on purpose. Eventually, she can't stop them from opening and she gives him a shaky grin and an embarrassed giggle followed by a soft snort, as her hazy caramel eyes meet his dark green eyes. "Wow." Her voice trembles as she looks away briefly. "Let me tell you...I so did not mean for w-what j-just happened to h-happen."
He doesn't care and he tells her so silently – his lips attaching themselves against her neck, then moving lower to the tops of her breasts. He can feel her hands roaming all over his back (obviously she's gotten over her embarrassment) and her hips are slowly rolling against his, but he can only concentrate on suckling one of her tight rosy nipples into his mouth, wanting her to make those cries that taper into whimpers again.
Yeah, for all you know/For all you know
Justin rakes his fingers through his hair, a flush coloring his cheeks while a shyness over takes him as he says, "Whoa. I-I...I'm usually so much more articulate than this. As that rotten sister of mine would say, The King of the Dorks strikes again! You must think I'm a complete idiot, huh?"
Bailey starts to say something, but his voice drowns her out. "I mean here I am...A college sophomore – a college sophomore – And I can't talk to a girl who's – at best a junior in high school – And after she kisses me, no less!"
Giggles bubble inside her throat and escape before she can stop them. Her hand touches his shoulder and she tells him softly, peering up at him through her velvet lashes, "I don't think you're an idiot, Justin Russo."
And before things can go any further...Before she's overwhelmed by the pull of her dreams, she quickly rushes off. But before he's out of sight...Before she's staring at the seemingly endless stretch of hallway and no view of the deck, she takes one last peek at him.
Yeah, for all you know/This is what you wanna be
And when she does, he relishes in the sound before he positions himself at her entrance.
He's right where he wants to be, between her legs where all the slick, heat she's offering is and her feet are running up and down his calves, and he breathes out her name, "Bailey," absently wondering how he can feel her along every inch of his body when he's not even inside of her.
She's soft and warm against him – her alabaster skin – so smooth and pliant, but as he pushes himself inside of her, he finds out just how hot she can be.
He throbs inside of her just from how tight she feels. Like a hot, wet fist around his length and he wants to let go of all the pent up desire he's had for her since the night of their conversation on the deck.
And he knows he's only closer to letting go when she raises her legs higher, angling her hips in a way that has him sliding deeper inside of her, his length brushing against that perfect bundle of nerves, that has her crying out his name, "Justin!"
He growls her name against her neck, "Bailey," and then he begins to move.
Long, slow strokes in and out, out and in. And she's moving with him, rocking her hips up to meet his every stroke. And his entire world is reduced to this. To Bailey and the way she feels underneath him, the way she smells, and the way she tastes.
That's all he knows in this moment – Bailey.
Girl, what you wanna be
Bailey slides into bed, still wearing her clothes from the night before. London's so oblivious to everything around her that doesn't revolve around her, the farm girl knows her ditzy rich girl roommate won't notice.
Laying her head onto the fluffy pillow, she closes her eyes, knowing the dreams, the visions she can't escape from will most likely be there to greet her, but unlike all the other times before, she doesn't care.
She should care...But after finally seeing Justin Russo...Talking to Justin Russo...Just being near Justin Russo, let's her know she's fighting a losing battle.
It's wrong in every sense of the word, but it seems as though there's nothing she can do.
He is the unstoppable force and she's the immovable object.
He's close, he can feel the release tingling in the pit of his belly and coiling tighter and tighter at the base of his spine, but that doesn't stop him from whispering against her neck, "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."
He hears her let out a shuddering breath, a breath that has him throbbing even more inside of her and then he feels her take his hand and guide it between the opening their connected bodies provide. He groans when he feels the slick, heat of her velvet flesh meeting the pads of his fingers and slowly, he begins rubbing circles against her clit.
She's shaking beneath him – harder and faster than she was before and he can see the tell tale flush engulfing the alabaster of her breasts again. Then she's pushed over the edge with just another long stroke of his length combined with a light brush of his fingers against he clit, and her body is convulsing from the power of it all.
He let's go right then, driving into her with short, sloppy strokes that bring him closer to the edge.
And then he's there...Tumbling over the edge and the release combined with her walls tightening around him, steals the breath he's been holding.
He kisses the curve of her shoulder as he pulls out of her and he cups her cheek in his palm, staring down into those hazy jeweled caramel eyes, totally captivated like he was that night on the deck.
"Tell me you're okay with this." He whispers, tone earnest. "Tell me you won't freak out about this. Because if you don't freak out, I'll have less of a chance of freaking out."
Her giggles are sweet...Like the chiming of bells and she assures him softly, "I'm more than okay, Justin. And I won't freak out, so it looks like you're worrying your silly little head for nothin'."
He laughs briefly before engaging her in a warm kiss.
End Note: I have to give a special thanks to Lodylodylody because if she didn't help me with the last of this chapter, it would still be unfinished.
Song used: "The Difference" by Matchbox 20 off of the album "More Than You Think You Are."
