Fallout
~ Chapter Twenty Nine~ Written by Grey
Lexie sat, seething in anger after Knox had opened the passenger side door, gesturing for her to sit first in the front seat of his car. She picked at the horrible orange pants that peeked out from between the gap of her long black coat and knee high boots, that thankfully hid most of her hideous outfit. What is wrong with me? Why am I letting him affect me this way? She shivered into the buttery soft leather upholstery and waited for him to settle into the driver's seat.
"I'm sorry," Knox apologized, starting the car immediately upon his entrance to the car. Pressing the defroster and turning the heater on high, lukewarm air pumped from the air vents quickly transitioning to a much more comfortable temperature and allowing him to be able to see out of the windshield.
Lexie didn't deign to respond, just stared out the side window and wished she could be back inside her bedroom and not have come down the stairs with her sisters this morning. Knox pulled the Benz out of the end of her driveway and Lexie had the strangest desire to jump out, pull a Sami and run.
Knox surprised her by not turning toward Salem and turning in the opposite direction, but she'd be damned if she was going to ask where they were going. Minutes passed as snowflakes began to drift down the window.
"I said I was sorry. Please Lexie, you've got to give me something here." The earnest, almost wistful yearning in his voice as the car slowed and he reached for her hand.
Lexie bit the inside of her cheek, tears prickling the back of her eyelids. The burning in her eyes nothing compared to the pain in her chest.
"I don't have to do anything." She tutted haughtily, tugging her fingers from his.
"Hmm." Knox shook his head and redirected his attention on the road, tightening his hands on the steering wheel. The muscle in his jaw ticking with irritation. God this woman vexed him more than any other on the planet.
He continued to drive, arriving at their destination a little while later. Lexie spun, glaring at him, shooting daggers from her crazily made up face. "What the hell stunt are you trying to pull?"
Knox grinned, pulling up one side of his mouth in playful, yet still wicked smirk. "Breakfast Lexie, exactly what I said at your house. I didn't think in your," he dropped his gleeful eyes down the front of her body disguised under her coat, "current getup you'd want to be seen in public. So here we are at my house." He turned off the car and slammed his door as he got out. Coming around to her side, he offered his hand to her.
"I can't be at your house!" Lexie's mouth hung open, thoroughly scandalized.
"But yet, here you are." Knox wrapped his fingers around her wrist, tugging her out of the seat and out of the car, onto her feet.
"Knox, don't." She murmured as he pulled her into his body.
"Ok." He shrugged, closing the car door behind her, pressing his keyfob to lock it and then turning his back to walk away from her toward a side door.
Lexie stood on the smooth snow covered driveway for a moment before a snow gust blew up and forced her into following behind him. At his back, she couldn't see the smile that lit his face at hearing her stomping along. He was certain she was muttering under her breath and plotting his untimely demise. Knox supposed it was only fair, being as though he was doing some plotting of his own, of course it had more to do with kissing her again. But good things come to those who wait, and he was a patient man - sometimes.
He paused at the threshold, holding the door so that she'd have to duck under his arm, her body brushing against his. She'd been to his home once before, at a party when they were younger. The large farm style kitchen was bright and airy and very un-Knox like. Lexie wanted to smile, at the decor despite her best intentions not to.
"May I please use your restroom?" she asked quietly, her impeccable manners not deserting her.
"Of course. Second door to your right." Knox gestured down the hallway off the kitchen. Lexie took off her snow covered boots at the door and draped her long coat over the back of a wooden chair at the large oak table. While in the bathroom, she winced at her reflection and unable to stand it, Lexie scrubbed at the gaudy makeup, using her emergency stash that she kept in her purse, feeling much more comfortable when she returned. She wished she had different clothes she could change into too, but it couldn't be helped.
Knox was pouring pancake batter onto a hot pan on the stove when she stepped back into the kitchen and flicked his wary green eyes up to watch her approach. Lexie blushed, dropping her eyes to her feet, feeling the heat climb from her chest to flame her cheeks.
"Calculus notes?" She pulled up a chair to watch him finish cooking.
He flipped a pancake and winked.
"You have the highest grade in Calculus in the class other than me." She pressed.
"I know." He shrugged, sliding two perfectly golden pancakes onto a plate.
"Why are you doing this?" Lexie asked, while they were eating across the table from each other a short time later.
"Isn't it obvious?" Knox answered, holding his fork, staring directly into her dark brown eyes.
Lexie scowled, sipping from the glass of orange juice he'd poured for each of them.
"We make sense."
"As mortal enemies. I whole heartedly agree. So why am I here? In your kitchen? And that raises another excellent question. Where are your parents?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Knox blinked once, cutting another piece of pancake before stabbing it with his fork. "My parents are out of town this weekend, I've got the house to myself."
Lexie's stomach pitched and lurched and the food and drink she'd just partaken in, threatened to reappear. She surged to her feet, stumbling back away from the table. "What!" She spluttered, "I can't be here, I want to go home!"
"Now? But we were having such a nice time." Knox smirked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"This is highly inappropriate." Lexie snatched her coat from the back of the chair and stood by the door. She turned her back to him, tugging on her boots and didn't hear Knox as he moved behind her. When she stumbled, he grabbed onto her hips and she shrieked, smacking at his hands, her coat falling, forgotten, to the floor. "Knock it off!"
Knox moved in harder, pushing her off balance, shoving her against the door, pressing her back flat with his body.
"Don't." She hissed, twisting her face to the side.
His heart slammed against his ribs, knowing he was pushing too hard, but damned if he could stop himself from going just a little further. "Don't - what?" He angled his jaw, infusing just enough grit into his voice that he felt her resist him that much more. Give in Lexie.
"Get… off…"
"If you insist." Knox lowered his head, nipping his lips along the edge of her jaw. She jerked her head away from him, rapping her head against the door. He didn't stop, dragging his teeth toward her mouth.
"Knox, cut it out." She ground the words out through clenched teeth as she wedged her hands up between their bodies, attempting to push him off her.
"I don't think so." He whispered, as the outside corner of his lips reached hers, their eyes connecting before her fingers wound into his shirt and she wasn't sure she was pushing him away or pulling him closer anymore. "You see Lexie, I've been doing nothing but thinking about that kiss since the second it ended and I have to know if it was as amazing as I've built it up in my mind to be."
She blinked, wanting to write what he'd said down. Desperate to ask him to repeat it. Wishing that someone else could have been witness to hear him say it, because no one would believe that Knox Preston would have said something like that to her of all people. But instead, she parted her lips and nodded. Sliding one hand up, he traced his thumb along her bottom lip. Then, he dusted the rest of his hand along the side of her jaw. "I'm going to kiss you now." Her eyelids fluttered shut as he leaned in and right as their lips met, her hands definitely weren't pushing him away anymore.
Soft, tentative, he teased with closed mouth kisses until she breathed his name on a moan. His pulse jackhammered along the length of his cock and he was aching with the need to possess the woman in his arms. Yet, he knew that she would bolt if she had even an inkling of the things he wanted to do with her.
Lexie opened her mouth, allowing Knox to dip his tongue inside, inviting hers to come out and play. She was hesitant. Inexperienced, he could tell, but she was so sweet. Buttery maple syrup and that innocent Lexie DiMera goodness. God, that made it so much hotter. Not to mention, harder. He positioned himself between her legs and felt her body jerk a bit as she registered the feel of his erection pressed so intimately against her. He could feel her heat radiating through those ridiculous cotton pants. Rocking up, Lexie moaned into his mouth and he groaned right back into her mouth.
Popping his hips back, they were panting, tongues thrusting back and forth. Teeth gnashing, clicking. Lexie had wound one leg around the back of Knox's thigh and had one arm braced on the door, the other around his shoulder. He was trying to work up the courage to cop a feel. When she let go of the door and grabbed his hand putting it on her chest, he growled into her mouth.
Jesus Christ, she was fucking perfect. Her tits were incredible. He cupped one breast over her hideous shirt, testing the weight of it and sucked her tongue. He didn't know how he was going to be able to walk away from her today - or ever.
The sounds she was making, he was going to thrust right through her clothes and into her if he wasn't careful. Fuck, he didn't think he'd ever been so turned on in his entire life. And he would bet his entire life savings and hers too, that she was a virgin and he was many things but he was not a callous user douchebag, no matter what anyone said. And she was worth more than this… she was worth everything to him. And with that very important thought blazing through his head, Knox began the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, he started to slowly pull away.
Lexie's eyes were hazy and unfocused as Knox brushed his lips across hers, breaking the spell. He could practically see the question mark forming above her head as her leg slid back down his and her booted foot clunked on the floor.
"I should probably get you home before your family sounds the alarm." His voice a full octave lower, deep and husky.
"I-I could call." She offered. He wanted to do a back flip that she offered such a thing, that she wanted to stay longer with him. It was huge! Instead, he crouched to pick up her coat from the floor and held it open for her as she slid her arms inside. Then they repeated their trip to the car, sort of, except now they walked together, instead of her racing to it in front of him, as she'd done earlier.
His cheeks hurt, he smiled so wide. "How about dinner tomorrow night?" Pulling out onto the road, Knox turned to look at her, she was frozen in place. "What, what'd I say?" His smile slid from his face, he felt like he'd been sucker punched in the gut.
"I don't know if…"
"You know what! Save it." Knox snarled, shaking his head, returning his attention to the road in front of him. They drove a bit further, each lost in their own thoughts. Coming up over a small knoll, they couldn't see what was coming, and it proved to be a bad thing, a life altering thing, as an oncoming car wasn't paying attention and was taking the back roads much too fast. The last thing Knox saw was the running lights of a pick-up truck coming straight at him on his side of the double solid line. He laid on his horn and jerked the wheel to the right. The screech of the tires and the sickening crunch of metal on metal and Lexie's screams were the last thing he remembered.
~*~*~
"You're killing me here." Sami pouted as EJ drove toward Philip's house. "Couldn't we stay at that park and kiss some more?"
"Just kiss?" EJ raised an eyebrow at her, while she batted her eyelashes at him.
"Maybe."
"Maybe? Samantha, we agreed, just kissing. We don't want to move too fast. Right?"
"What we did last night was nice though. Through our clothes was safe, right?"
"Killing you? I'm dying here. I feel like I've been hard for days. Weeks." EJ chuckled. Meanwhile, he pulled their linked hands over the console, guiding them to his erection. The backs of her fingers grazed the tenting in his jeans. She snatched her hand back, gasping as if her hand was going to catch fire. EJ's laugh continued, but a much darker component had entered it. "You can touch me if you want to Samantha, it won't bite you."
"EJ!" She'd clasped her other hand over her mouth, her heart beating so fast she was certain he could hear it over in his seat.
"It might spit at you… but not bite." He winked with a bold flair.
Sami's jaw dropped and then she covered her face with both hands, bending at the waist as she giggled uncontrollably. "I cannot believe you just said that!"
"Me neither." EJ joined in her laughter. "I think Philip must have possessed my brain and my mouth for a minute or something."
"Oh my God, what's that?" Sami's laugh died out as they were the first ones on the scene of the accident. "EJ, isn't that Knox's car?"
Braking hard, EJ veered to the shoulder, all thoughts of what he and Samantha had been up to forgotten. A heavy weight clamped down on his heart at the possibility of harm coming to his sister. Leaving the car running, they both flew out of the car and ran toward the smoking wreckage.
"Call 911!"
Sami had her phone in her hand dialing with shaky fingers before they'd even reached the twisted remnants of the two vehicles.
Gravel and glass crunched beneath her feet as she trailed behind EJ who raced to the passenger side of Knox's smashed car. She was certain she was going to vomit as EJ wrenched the door open, screaming his sister's name. Sami couldn't help but pray. She wasn't sure if she even believed in a higher power anymore. Her God, had taken her beloved Daddy from her. But she had to try and believe that He wouldn't be so cruel as to take anyone else that she loved, right? Tears began to stream down her cheeks in thick streams.
"Knox, Knox, please, you have to wake up, please don't leave me! I'm so sorry." Lexie cried, cradling the unmoving man in her arms.
"911, what's your emergency?"
