Hey everybody! And how was your Wednesday? Good, I hope.
Enough with the small talk. I had a dream last night... a very, very good dream... and you will hear about that dream later in the story. Which brings me to a "warning" for my more delicate readers.
WARNING: Sex chapter. It doesn't come into play until the second part of this chapter, but be forewarned.
Okay, that's all I have to say.
Tootle-loo!
Ruby.
Chapter Eight
He was standing at the end of the isle, his hands folded. He was alone under a white archway. And he was staring directly at her. She walked towards him, her nose tingling at the smell of fresh lilies that had appeared before her in every direction. The room became more visible the closer she got, people started shooting up out of seats and she became faintly aware that they were laughing with joy as she continued her steady pace. Randy Orton stood next to him as the best man, and his four brothers stood next to him as the ushers.
Tina and Melanie stood on the other side. Tina's face was placid, staring at Randy. Melanie, however, gawked towards her with her mouth positioned in an "o".
Acelynn's eyes darted to the floor, now hearing more and more laughter the closer she got. She looked to her feet, bare. Her legs were bare. Her chest was bare.
The laughter finally made sense to her as Ace realized she was standing in the middle of the church, butt naked.
Acelynn sprang up in her bed, something around her chest constricting her to the mattress. She pushed passed it and sat up, brushing spirals of her hair out of her face. She noticed that JC's arm had been around her, holding her down, and she had jerked him awake when she had pushed him off of her. He was staring at her, his eyes half closed but concerned. "Whatsamatter?"
She hugged her knees to her chest, shaking off the ugly feeling of being woken in a such a way. "Bad dream?"
"Naked?"
She nodded, but realized her motion went to waste because his eyes were closed. "Yeah."
He was drifting off to sleep, so she hit him in the arm to wake him up again. "Ow! Bet I was happy, then..."
"Yeah, but your mom wasn't."
He laughed, although kind of annoyed that she was keeping him awake. He really didn't mind, though. It hadn't been the first time in the last week that she had this dream. "What about your mom?"
Now Ace was mad at herself for keeping him awake. "Johnny..."
"I just don't understand why she can't come to the wedding. That's all." He slipped an arm around her once more, pulling her back down the pillows and deeper into his arms. "She is, after all, your mother."
Acelynn let him manipulate her body into the way he liked, until every one of her curves was in the right place on him. "No. She chose to leave me and my dad when I was sixteen to be someone else's mother. Remember?" Her tone was telling him to step off of the subject, and she was even more perturbed when he persisted. "Yes, okay. Yes, she came back. Yes, her and my father are on good terms. Yes, my father was able to forgive her and they have dinner once a week. But I am NOT my father."
"Okay, okay. I just don't want you to do something you're going to regret, is all."
"I'm not going to regret it! And I don't need you telling me that I am." The conversation had not gone where she wanted it to, and ended even further south of there. She shoved out of his arms, out of the bed, and out of the room.
oOoOoOo
JC let the towel around his waist drop to the floor as he stepped into the shower. Water instantly engulfed him in a cascade of tension relief as his shoulders hunched and cheered for the hot beads beating against his skin. This morning had been a disaster. He had no idea where her outburst had come from, and that was an odd feeling to him. He always knew what she was thinking. It had gotten to the point where he thought of the two of them more as one person than two separate ones. But, he had to admit, her anger had induced more spontaneity than he was comfortable with.
Still, with all that ad-libbed anger, he thought he knew why it had happened in the first place. Acelynn was panicking.
"Hey..." JC had heard her open and close the door when she had first walked into the room minutes ago, but he didn't want to pressure her into a conversation until she was sure she was ready. Truthfully, he was glad she was taking her time to speak, seeing as how she had gotten so mad at him before. When Ace was in one of her moods, she was the type of person to hear only what she wanted to hear and turn what seemed to be helpful advice from others into bad criticism. He knew she hadn't gotten angry at him, just at what he had said. Plus, there was the whole panicking thing.
He had talked to Tina. Well, he had talked to Randy - his best friend - who had talked to Tina. She had said that Ace had had a "freak out" a couple weeks ago and tried to play it off as one of her space outs, but she was okay an hour later. JC just figured she was having the same type of episode now. Especially since the wedding was so close. Three days.
He could see where she was coming from. After all, everything was about to change for them, and Ace didn't always take kindly to change. Hell, she had been a mess when they first started dating. She had been even worse after they had gotten engaged. But she had gotten over that change in time. And, as he had come to expect, she could get over this change in time.
Even after she made her presence known, the silence continued for several moments. He realized, as the shower door slide open, that she used that time to strip down to her birthday suit.
She wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her breasts pressing into his back, harder with every inhale and softer with every exhale. Her lips puckered against his shoulder, planting kisses all the way across the width of his back, to the opposite shoulder. "I'm sorry."
He laid his arms over hers, their hands overlapping and locking. "Sorry for what? The way I see it, you did nothing wrong."
"I yelled at you," she sighed, her cheek leaning against his shoulder blade, "then I went to call my mom."
He was surprised, to say the least, but not completely. "And what did she say?"
"I didn't invite her to the wedding, if that's what you mean. I'm not ready for that."
"I know." He paused, waiting to hear her rebuttal to his statement. When she didn't say a word, he continued, "I know you." He could feel the kisses starting again, but he was trying not to. Her touch - especially against his bare flesh - had always given him that instant arousal which made his jeans just a little too tight, but he was trying to avoid that at all costs. He wouldn't, though, if he didn't have to be at that damn autograph signing soon.
Acelynn had other plans, so it seemed. She slipped past him, stepping in between the flowing water and him. She didn't touch him, though. Instead, she backed up towards the tile, her hands gliding across her belly button. Downwards. The hot water made her skin sensitive and pink, beads dripping from all the right spots. She bit her lower lip as he watched her do things that he should have been doing for her. And he lost all concentration and will power.
He had achieved lift off as he stepped closer to her, placed his hands on her hips, and hoisted her up the wall. "I have a half hour," he spoke against her lips.
"That's twenty-five more minutes than I need," she giggled.
The water seemed to heat up a notch as stared into her eyes in that moment. Hotter, harder. But it wasn't the water, it was him. It was her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her, waiting for him. Everything blurred as he closed his eyes and found her lips with his, tongues thrusting towards the other's in a rapid fire. The water relieved all his tension, and so did she. Her skin was sleek against him, allowing him to move her in just the right way. The smell of soap lingered in the air, smelling of cotton sheets. It was a pleasant, subtle smell that made his nose tingle. All his senses were heightening. The smell of cotton. The taste of her mouth. The feel of her flesh, so taunt and warm. The sound of their bodies meshing and grinding. The sight of her naked body. It was all completely arousing. The pressure of her body against her was erotic. He buried himself against her, holding her, kissing her neck, touching her in all the right places. She knew just how to move against him, how to make him want more and more and more. She knew how to tease him. Finally, just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she let him settle into her as she arched deeper into the wall, holding onto the showerhead for support. And leverage. His heart raced as he let her ride to his urging, and her legs hugged tighter around his waist.
"Deeper," she moaned against his neck as her hands moved to cradle his head. He obliged, gladly, until he was pushing her so hard into the wall, she couldn't breathe. She didn't care. Breathing was unnecessary at this point. They both climaxed, the bathroom growing steamier with every passing second of pleasure. He rode it out, then eased her back down until her feet were firmly planted in the tub.
And the water just seemed to get hotter and hotter.
He held her body as close as possible, feeling her muscles twitching and shaking from their exertion. Her skin glistened with wetness as she fought to bring her lungs air. He smoothed back the wet hair that had plastered to her face, looking in to her eyes. His jaw clenched as he felt another surge of passion lift through him at her hands. She gripped his member in her palm, her thumb stroking his head and caressing him in just the right way. Soft in some spots. Rough in others.
There were no smiles in that bathroom. Just passion. Hot, unbridled passion that ripped at their hearts and burned their insides.
JC was forty-five minutes late to his autograph signing, and the local papers played it off as a "superstar ego".
