Hope you like. Bleeding Love will be up soon. Eric cut his hair. Blah- and got new gear. I am so making him keep his old look in Knock You Down. Thanks for the reviews. Hope you like this one.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Chris waved goodbye to his nephew as Dylan sat down at the kitchen bench. He turned and leaned on the opposite side of the counter. His eyes watched the way Dylan tucked her long hair back behind her ears before adjusting her t-shirt down.
"So, when are ya gonna go back to the wounded animal?" he joked.
She smiled up at him and shrugged. "When his mother leaves. He can message me cause I know that woman does not like me no matter what anyone says."
Chris shrugged. He was still dressed up like an Indian and had lost his leather bandanna to Dylan earlier on, which she was still wearing. "Your welcome to stay here as long as you have to. I like having you around."
"Really? Wow, I'm touched Chrissy."
He chuckled at her before suddenly going quiet. "So- uh- what did JJ and Dixie want you to change?"
She groaned and dropped her head onto the counter top.
"Nearly everything. Dix was happy with the costumes now that they're like yours but she was having a few other special outfits made for me. I got to work on looking a little more "Dollish", as JJ called it. Oh and I have to dye my hair dark. Apparently there are enough blonde Knockouts already."
"How dark?"
"I'm gonna go black," she answered. "I'm naturally a really light brown and I hated brown." He nodded and headed for the fridge as Dylan's phone started to vibrate with a message alert. It was from Alex. Telling her she could come back. She smiled at her phone as she played with the end of her hair absentmindedly.
"So- If you're gonna be staying a tiny bit longer do you want to-"
"Alex messaged me and said they were leaving so I should probably head back," she cut in. "What were you gonna say?"
He shook his head, waving her out the door. "It was nothing important. Go and look after your injured animal."
Despite that Dylan giggled at the name Chris gave Alex, she stopped. "Chris he isn't mi-"
"Oh just move your bony ass out my door, so I can go get changed," he ordered, slapping her ass which caused him to chuckle and her to yelp before she slapped him upside the head.
- - -
Alex jumped up from the couch when the front door opened.
He'd given Dylan a key just so it wouldn't be a hassle every now and then should she need it. Dylan smiled at him and asked why he was frowning at her. He stepped forward and Dylan backed up into the door. He slowly reached up and pulled the leather bandanna strip from her head.
"Oh yeah," she laughed, almost nervously. "Chris and Danny were playing cowboys and Indians, I got dragged into playing the damsel in distress."
He nodded and Dylan's breath hitched in the back of her throat as he stepped in closer, this time so there was just barely an inch between them. "Dylan…"
She looked up at him just before his mouth covered hers. She shivered against his mouth as he slid his good arm around her waist and pulled her to him. Dylan's mind told her to pull back but Alex did before her and she suddenly felt an urgency to continue. "No." Her hand wrapped around his neck and tugged him back down as he pushed her harder into the door, lifting her up slightly as the kiss got rougher and his tongue slipped past her lips. Her fingers could feel the muscles beneath his skin shift as he moved. Her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck as she pressed herself more firmly against him and heard the smallest of groans escape him.
The kiss was stopped when her arm pressed against his shoulder and right on the stitches causing Alex to pull back, drawing in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry!"
He started to laugh lightly and shake his head at her, cupping her cheek in one hand, making her look up at him.
As he made to kiss her, she pulled free, saying she had to go and get dinner on. He listened to her leave the hall, before slamming his fist against the wood of the door.
- - -
Dylan heard the sound, but thought better against going out and seeing what he was doing. Her mind was racing with what she'd just done. It hurt her. Not physically but emotionally it did. She'd given into him after fighting for so long and now all she wanted to do was kiss him again. In fact, she felt like doing a lot more than kissing him.
That made her blush bright red and keep her back to the door when he appeared. "Look, if you're uncomfortable with what I did, you don't have to stay," he told her.
She shook her head. "I did kiss you back, didn't I?" she retorted. Hearing him chuckle, barely, she turned to see him leaving the kitchen.
- - -
They sat on the couch, each on one end, neither game enough to talk so they just sat and watched the movie. Dylan watched it like if she turned her attention anywhere else, she'd end up staring at Alex as he sat there in only his boxers.
Why did men find it so comfortable to - even when not close to a woman - not wear shirts? Her eyes moved as her brain zoned out and she found herself watching the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed in deeply.
"This movie is boring," he complained a few seconds later and Dylan turned her gaze away just as he looked at her. "Want to put something else on?"
She nodded and got up. Sitting down in front of the movie rack that Alex had, she started saying out each one. Seeing one that caught her attention, she quirked an eyebrow.
"Grindhouse presents Planet Terror."
He chuckled. "It's a spoof but really good," he told her. She shrugged and took out the King Kong disc, replacing it with the other one. As she sat back down on the couch, still on the opposite end to Alex, she noticed that he'd put his feet up and they were close to hers. She put her attention back to the television.
- - -
Alex watched her as she stared at the television screen. He didn't want to watch a movie. He wanted to do something much more entertaining than that. And it involved Dylan.
Getting up slightly on one knee suddenly, he leaned over and made her look at him. He'd be fucked to know what had suddenly provoked the spur in movement but he felt Dylan leaning into the kiss and he twitched when her hands gripped his waist and pull him down on top of her. He used his good hand to brace his weight above her so he wouldn't crush her and he felt her tongue against his, making him groan deeply.
The phone started ringing suddenly and she pulled away.
Alex didn't move from his position and saw her look round for the phone. It was out in the hallway. "Alex- the phone."
He lifted one shoulder. "What about it?" he asked, running his fingers down her cheek, not bothering to stop this time.
He'd been playing the good boy for way too long. It was starting to make him feel like a wimp.
Alex slipped his hand beneath her shirt, smiling slightly when she recoiled slightly and shut her eyes, biting that full bottom lip. One of her hands came up to wrap around his neck, tugging his head down until their mouths met in a hot kiss that shocked the hell out of Alex. He dug his fingers into her side and growled against her mouth. The phone had cut off but now it started to ring again and this time he pulled away and cursed, walking over to pick it up.
- - -
Dylan got off the couch and left while Alex was standing with his back to her. She felt the tears start to well up in her eyes and quickly slipped into her room and shut the door. Slipping to the floor, she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, trying hard not to break down. God, this was so confusing. She could just call things quits with Tyson and see how things go with Alex. But- what if he turned out to be just like him? Tyson had been so nice and sweet when they'd first stated dating and now he was a complete asshole. She sighed and crawled over to the bed, slipping in beneath the covers.
Why couldn't things be easier? Tyson would just have to clean up a little bit and he'd be fine. Alex was perfect though and she didn't want to be the girl who ruined his chance to find someone who would get his mother's approval and not be gawked at or glared at because of how she looked.