Chapter 10 Addicted to You
Brandon had driven Dylan and Brenda to his house, dropping them off. He had a feeling Kelly was not all that happy with the Brenda and Dylan news but Brandon being the understanding guy he was generally assumed it was more the shock and nothing more and decided to let it sink in, giving her some alone time. As Brandon pulled up to Dylan's house, he gently pulled back Brenda's arm as she was about to get out of the car.
"Call me…you don't have to do this by yourself if you have problems. He isn't the same guy he was last year."
"He is Brandon, he is still Dylan, he is just having a tough time. I'll be fine and I will call you if I have any problems."
Brandon reluctantly nodded his head; he was the first person to stick up for them this time. Part of him felt badly that he hadn't the years before but he still worried about his sister, also Brandon had never seen Dylan this bad and he had tried everything in his power and nothing had worked. If Brenda could get to him then good and they all would have succeeded just by wanting him to get better. Brenda carried her bag up to his house as Dylan opened the door letting them in. Brenda shook her head looking around at the mess. His house had empty beer bottles, food and clothes thrown everywhere. It looked like Dylan hadn't opened his mail in months.
"Sorry…it's really messy right now." Dylan was embarrassed as he grabbed clothes off the floor and futon.
"It's ok...Are you hungry?" Brenda asked concerned for him.
"Not really, are you?"
"I could eat." Brenda really wasn't all that hungry but she thought it would be a good idea to get some food into his system. "Why don't you take a shower get washed up and I will order us something, pizza okay?" Brenda gave him a smile and Dylan nodded at her.
Dylan nervously stood there looking at her; she had been gone for so long. He wanted to be with her, like old times but he knew that probably wouldn't happen because of the circumstances, even though he hadn't thought about drinking or anything else for that matter since seeing her. After staring at her for several minutes he spoke up. "I can't really believe you are here."
"I know." Brenda smiled at him, "I can't believe it either, I wish it was under better circumstances though."
Dylan looked at Brenda with pleading eyes and she noticed the lump in his throat move. He moved in swiftly not saying anything moving both hands to her face and bringing her in and kissing her hard and rushed. Dylan moved his hand down the back of her head as he eagerly kissed her. Brenda tried to kiss him back but it was hard to keep up with him. Brenda pulled away to catch her breath but she felt Dylan grab her hand and lead her toward the bedroom.
"Wait…Dylan." Brenda gently pulled her hand back. "We can't." Brenda looked at him sadly and shook her head.
"Why not?" Dylan seemed so childlike.
"Because…you are going to rehab tomorrow, I am leaving on Monday. It will just make it harder to say goodbye." Brenda looked down not looking into his eyes. She moved slowly over to the futon and sat down.
Dylan took a deep breath and moved next to her. He leaned down forcing her to look at him, "It's going to be hard to say goodbye no matter what. I haven't seen you in months and I don't know when I am going to see you again. I miss you." Dylan swallowed hard not sure he could take spending the whole night with her without being with her. After a long pause, "Make love to me Bren."
Brenda sat quiet looking away from him. She gently started biting on her lower lip.
"Please."
Brenda looked up toward the fireplace and stared straight ahead. She got up and walked over to the phone and picked it up. Dylan followed her with his eyes and watched her call someone.
"What are you doing?" Dylan asked interested.
"Ordering pizza." Brenda smiled, "I am hungry."
Dylan smirked and got up and walked toward her. As Brenda was on hold, she looked up at him. He ran his fingers across her cheek and leaned in kissing it softly. "I am glad you're here, thank you." He whispered.
Brenda watched Dylan walk toward the bathroom, "Leave the door unlocked." Brenda said seriously.
Dylan eyebrows shot up as he gave her a smirk. "Oh really?" he said seductively.
"So I can get your dirty clothes and wash them and apparently your dirty mind." She gave him a look.
"Damn." Dylan said disappointed only half joking.
"I am here…" she started talking to the guy on the phone. Dylan smirked again and walked toward her as she had her back toward him. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her butt roughly into him as he thrust against her. She fumbled over her words as he began to kiss down her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist, moving them up her shirt and across her abdomen.
"That." Brenda closed her eyes, "will be cash…uh huh…thanks." Brenda tried to set the phone on the table but since her eyes closed she missed as it fell to the ground. Dylan tightened his embrace moving to the back of her neck, gliding his lips and tongue against her skin. Brenda exhaled feeling his hands softly slide higher under her shirt. "Dylan." She breathed out, "You aren't making this easy for me."
"That's the general idea." He smirked in between kisses.
Brenda turned around in his embrace and looked at him. There was a sparkle in his eye that wasn't there before at her parent's house or in the yard. It was the same one he had always had but she noticed it was gone when she first saw him at the intervention. Brenda was hesitating because she didn't know if she could let him go again, whether they made love or not. They both leaned in as their lips hit, hard and fast they encouraged each other. The kiss this time was passionate and intense and Brenda was ready for it because hers was too.
Brenda pushed him away from her as she moaned in disapproval, her eyes still closed, "Go…let me clean this place up."
Dylan smiled at her frustration but did what she asked.
Brenda groaned loudly, shaking her head as she began cleaning up his house. Brenda was on a mission. She had straightened up the living room in minutes, moving to the kitchen and then to Dylan's bedroom which was where she had stuffed all the clothes that were tossed all over the house. She slowly opened the bathroom door as Dylan pulled the curtain back all the way with a smile.
"Did you change your mind?" he smirked and raised his brow.
Brenda laughed as she moved her eyes down his naked body, she shook her head and bent down picking up Dylan's dirty clothes, "You don't know when to give up do you?" she smiled.
Dylan pretended to think for a moment, he looked at her with a small sexy smile, "Mmmm…no." He continued to stare at her and his expression turned serious, "Not when it comes to you."
Brenda stared into his eyes taking a deep breath as her eyes wondered down him again. She sighed shaking her head as she carried Dylan's dirty clothes in her arms leaving the bathroom and shutting the door. "I saw that…you were looking, I saw you." Dylan yelled from the shower causing her to laugh.
Brenda carried Dylan's clothes to washer and started empting pockets as she threw them in the machine. She felt something and pulled it out slowly revealing a folded piece of paper. She lowered the jeans into the wash and started to open the small folded rectangle revealing a white powder substance. Brenda stared down at it and shook her head disappointed. She carefully folded it back up setting it to the side as she tensely loaded the machine and began the load. She slowly picked up the drugs and walked into Dylan's bedroom sitting down on the bed. She realized something at that moment and it made her heartbroken, no matter how good it was to see Dylan, no matter how much she missed him, Dylan had a problem and after the initial excitement of seeing each other, the flirting, the amazing kisses, Dylan was after all still an addict. For the first time Brenda regretted staying in London, or maybe even going. Since she had been back Dylan had acted fine, he wasn't acting like someone who had a problem but he obviously did. Brenda continued to sit on the bed looking down as Dylan made his way out of the bathroom.
Dylan walked out with a towel around his waist and one around his shoulders, he first headed into the living room assuming she would be there. He looked around and smiled, Brenda had been there for less than an hour and his house was spotless. He made his way into his bedroom and saw her sitting on his bed.
"You're exactly where I hoped you would be." Dylan said with a smile.
Brenda kept her eyes on the floor as she held the drugs in her hand. Dylan slowly moved next to her sitting on the bed.
"What's wrong?" he gently placed his hand on her back.
"What is this?" Brenda looked at him in the eyes and held out her hand.
Dylan's eyes lowered to her hand and took a deep breath. "I forgot about that." he took it from her and squeezed his palm tight. "Bren…" he began.
"I am so stupid…I was so happy to be here with you I kind of forgot the point. It's different now." Brenda said sadly looking back toward the floor.
Dylan shook his head and sighed, "No…it's not. I feel exactly the same about you. This…doesn't matter to me." Dylan held up the cocaine in between his fingers. "You do."
"Dylan…you are going to rehab, you have been messed up for months." Brenda looked at him sadly. "You slept with someone else." she swallowed slowly. "Someone I grew up with, not counting what other whore's there were." Brenda said resentful. "I don't even know you anymore."
Dylan looked down ashamed, "I only slept with Valerie…and you know me better than anyone." he said quietly. He looked over at her waiting for her eyes to meet his but she didn't look at him. He slowly got up walking over to his closet grabbing some clothes and changing into them. He walked over to her and held out his hand, "Come with me." Brenda finally looked at him as she placed her hand in his. Dylan held her hand tightly as he led her into the bathroom. He stood next to the toilet and turned to face her. He held up the cocaine and dropped it in the toilet. Brenda watched as his eyes never left hers, he reached down and held down the handle as the drugs flushed away. Still holding her hand he lightly pulled her into the kitchen pulling down a bottle of Jack Daniels from the cupboard. He let go of her hand for a second to twist the cap off, pouring it down the sink. He left Brenda in the kitchen as he opened the drawer and cabinet under his china cabinet and brought in 3 bottles, a scotch, a vodka and a whiskey. Brenda watched him pour every ounce of liquor down the sink. Brenda didn't even hesitate as she embraced him tightly. She closed her eyes and felt him pull her in even tighter. "Thank you." he whispered.
She leaned out looking up at him and gave him a small smile. "I didn't do anything." she said modestly.
"You have done more than you will ever know."
The silence filled the room and Brenda and Dylan swore if they listened closely they could hear their hearts beating. They weren't sure who started it but they were kissing, slowly and passionately. It was soft and romantic and then it got more heated. Brenda soon felt Dylan's hands grabbing and squeezing her tightly. Then the door bell rang and both of them smiled mid kiss they both found it funny they were interrupted.
"Pizza." they both said at the same time with a smirk, breaking from their embraces. Brenda reached into her back pocket and handed him a twenty. Dylan went and answered the door while Brenda walked back into the bedroom and laid on his bed staring at the ceiling. Dylan set the pizza box on the kitchen table and went into the bedroom leaning against the door frame as he watched her. He slowly moved in closer to her and laid beside her.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked not looking at him.
"You don't want to know." Dylan smirked.
Brenda smiled but her smile faded as she spoke up, "Did you drink today?"
Dylan shook his head, "No."
"What abut the drugs, whatever it was did you do that today?"
Dylan swallowed hard and took a deep breath, "It was coke…and yeah, earlier I did."
Brenda moved closer to him, shifting to her side as she cuddled into his chest. "How does it make you feel, just awake?"
Dylan thought about it, "Yeah that and it makes you a bit anxious, excited, talkative…numb…wait why?" Dylan said confused.
"How long does it last?"
"The peak is in the beginning maybe 20 minutes or so, and it can last up to an hour, depending on how much you do….Brenda why do you want to know?" Dylan was getting concerned.
Brenda leaned onto her elbow as she looked down at him, "Because I want to do this." she leaned in and kissed him again hard. "And I want to make sure its you."
"It's me." Dylan watched as Brenda stared at him, almost like she was making sure the guy staring back at her was indeed him. She lifted her shirt up over her head, leaning down and kissing him. Dylan sat up keeping his lips against her. With one hand he pulled his t-shirt over his head as well, moving on next to his pants, pushing them down swiftly. He moved over her, unbuttoning her jeans and carefully pulling them down as Brenda raised her butt off the bed allowing them to come off easily. Dylan slowly stared down at her as he moved over her, laying perfectly in between her legs as though they were made for him.
They made love, kissing and caressing each other, not really sure why or even if was a good idea. And sadly they both didn't care. They weren't sure if and when they would see each other again.
Dylan breathed into her ear as he lowered himself closer to her, "God I missed you, I could stay like this forever." he whispered in between soft moans and breaths.
"I missed you too." Brenda whispered back. "I don't know if I am going to be able to leave you." Brenda got his attention as he leaned up so his face was before hers.
"Then don't." he stopped moving with her and said it seriously.
Brenda looked into his eyes and gave him a small smile. She opened her mouth and closed them on his lips. She ran her hands down his back as they took over where they had left off.
I debated with myself if I was going to have them have sex. I went back and forth over and over. And what can I say, the love I have for the couple took over. I am a sucker for a good B/D bedroom scene and I really wanted to make it a point to have it seem like since Brenda is back, he is doing ok. I mean obviously addictions and the problems he is having with the lack of money and Erica doesn't go away but like he said on their second date…"Why is it…when I am with you I can forget about everything?" *sigh* Please review and let me know your thoughts. I mean I have to add in B/D fluff whenever I can right? Especially with a story called Love Letters.