Disclaimer: I wish they were, but they're not. Mine that is. I'm BA--CK!!! LOL!! *girn* Did you guys miss me since...yesterday?! :) Well, I've got two new chapters of my current story, which I am almost finished with!! YAY!! AND tomorrow is my last day of school for nearly two whole weeks!! YES!! You know what that means---writing, writing, all the time (that I don't have to work...) I hope that I can reach my goal (I set myself a goal of writing each time I get a long break). Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter, even if it does get a LITTLE steamy. Nothing that you wouldn't see on, say, Dawson's Creek or something to that effect, but I think that I can safely say it's the steamest story up right now. :) ANyway, without further ado...
Matchamking 101 8/10
"I am so gonna kill her as soon as I get out of here!" Catie declared, kicking the door one more time before sitting down on the cement floor, her dark eyes flashing.
Jamie had given up pounding on the door about twenty minutes ago, realizing that there was no way that either one of them were going to be getting out of there until someone on the other side of the door decided to let them out.
"They can't leave us in here forever, Catie." Jamie reassured her, grinning at her expression.
"I know that. But it already feels like it." Catie muttered, tapping her foot against the hard ground, her eyes flashing.
"Oh gee, thanks." Jamie snapped back sarcastically.
"I didn't mean it like that." Catie apologized, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Oh." Jamie said, leaning his head back against the wall and looking at the ceiling. Catie looked at him for a moment, suddenly at a loss for words. An uncomfortable silence hung around the two of them, and Catie hated it. Normally, they could just hang out and talk--now it was just so...strange. What had happened, what had *changed* so dramatically, since this morning, for crying out loud?
"Jamie, what is it?" Catie finally broke down and asked, her dark eyes worried. Jamie pulled his eyes away from the ceiling, and looked at her in confusion, his dark eyes clouded.
"What is what?" He asked, tapping his chin with his fingers.
"What's wrong? Your acting weird--even for you." Catie smirked, trying to lighten the mood. She winced when Jamie's eyes got darker then usual, dropping his gaze away from her to study the floor.
Confused, and a little worried, the girl stood up and moved across the room sitting down right next to her friend. Her shoulder brushed his lightly, and she reached out to touch his hand slightly. She jumped a mile at the electric shook that rolled up her skin at that simple touch, she jerked her hand back. Curling her hand into a fist, she stared down at the ground, calming her banging heart down as best she could. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Jamie out of the corner of her eye, studying his profile.
"Will you just tell me what's up with you?" Catie asked, confused. Jamie studied the floor for a little while, and then looked back up at her, his sexy mouth drawn down into a small frown. Wait-since when was Jamie's mouth sexy?
'Since always'. The annoying voice was BACK!
Catie dropped her eyes from Jamie's face, and went back to studying the floor, her thoughts spinning around and around in a maelstrom of thought, logic and emotion. Sighing, she pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them, lancing her fingers together and shut her eyes. Her head was beginning to hurt.
Her head wasn't the only thing that was hurting, the annoying little voice spoke up, sounding far to smug for Catie's liking.
'Oh shut up!' She mentally hissed at the voice, wishing that it would just be quiet and retreat back into her subconscious.
"Catie?" Jamie's voice intruded on her mental argument, drawing her out of her reverie. Opening her eyes and lifting her chin up, Catie found herself lost in a pair of the darkest brown eyes that she had ever seen. Small flicks of gold seemed to dance in those beautiful depths, shining with a strange warmth, but overcast with a pain that never seemed to go away.
"Yeah?" She asked, slightly dazed, trying to shake off the feelings that he inspired in her.
"Are you okay?" He asked, touching her hand gently, the tips of his fingers gently brushing across the sensitive nerve endings. A shiver went down her spin, and she trembled just a bit, before regaining control of her reaction and body.
However, Jamie had noticed her shiver, and was now staring at her, concern now the dominant expression in his vivid eyes. Catie had to mentally grab and shake herself to keep from drowning in those dark pools of light. The girl swallowed hard, and rose to her feet. Her feet dragged her to the other side of the room, and she stood in front of the door, her heart pounding in her ears.
She'd never gotten lost in someone before like that. Her heart was pounding, she could barely breathe, and all she wanted to do at that moment was the throw herself into Jamie's arms and...
Catie cut her thoughts off before she got a chance to finish them. Now wasn't the time or place to start thinking those thoughts. Because she was afraid that if she started thinking those thoughts, pretty soon she would start acting on those thoughts, and that could lead to disaster, a place she was not at all willing to go--even with Jamie.
"Catie?" She could hear the surprise and confusion in his expressive voice, and she wondered ideally if he could sing as well as he could talk. If he could, then he could probably make a million dollars before his twentieth birthday. She shook her head, smirking at her meandering thoughts, and tried to focus her attention on her...friend.
"Yeah?" She asked quietly, not turning to face him. The feelings that bubbled up inside of her whenever he was around, the way she wanted to touch him, hold him, love him...they were all to much for her.
Catie was...afraid.
She smiled lightly, reflecting on the odd turn of events. She couldn't remember the last time that she had been nervous around someone, let alone afraid of the way that they made her feel. Especially not one of her best friend's in the entire world.
The heat of his touch suddenly sent her reeling. His fingertips caressed her bare arms gently, his hands gripping her shoulders gently and sending feelings that she liked far to much spiraling through her.
"What's wrong?" His voice was a whisper against her ear, and if she closed her eyes and imagined, she thought she could feel his lips just brushing the edge of her earlobe.
"N--nothing." She stuttered, all the while mentally screaming at herself to either run or get closer. The closer he got to her, she noted dryly, the harder it was to think.
"Are you sure?" Jamie whispered to her, moving closer to her, dropping his voice lower then it should be, his lips now actually brushing against the skin of her ear. Catie bit her lip, blocking the light moan that wanted to rush from her lips.
'What are you doing!?' Jamie screamed at himself, trying in vain to pry himself away from Catie, go to the other side of the room, and beat his head into the wall until he was unconscious.
What WAS he doing? He was standing here, with his hands on his best friend, and wanting nothing more then to pull her against him and kiss her breathless, kiss her until she was panting and clinging to him, her full lips swollen from the force of his mouth on hers.
He shut his eyes, trying to keep the image of her like that out of his mind, but it was as stubborn as she was, and refused to leave.
He shouldn't be doing this.
This was not right.
This was wrong.
She was his best friend.
He couldn't risk messing up their friendship because he couldn't keep his mind off of her.
She meant to much to him.
Catie was...everything to him.
This wasn't right.
He shouldn't be doing this.
"Jamie..." Her voice was a breathless whimper in his ears, and so full of longing and desire that every single on of the reasons he had just thought of for why he shouldn't do this flew out of his mind, leaving only one thought, one desire.
"Catie..."
She turned to face him, her beautiful hazel eyes wide and dark with something he had never seen in her eyes before. His heartbeat speed up when she looked at him like that, and his blood was nearly boiling in his veins.
He wanted her.
Heaven help him, he WANTED her.
Before he knew what was happening, his fingers were reaching out to trace her lips gently, his eyes locked on hers. She parted her lips slightly, and his index finger followed, his eyes never breaking contact with hers.
"Jamie.." Her lips formed the word, his name, but no sound emerged from her mouth.
Jamie put his other hand up to her face, surprised to see that it was shaking like a leaf caught in the breeze. He pressed it against her silky smooth cheek, and inhaled sharply, trying to get oxygen to his starving lungs.
"I..." He tried to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat, and for one terrifying second, he was completely and utterly lost, groping mentally for anything to hold onto, anything at all.
Catie stared into his eyes, her heartbeat so loud in her own ears, she was afraid that he could hear it. His hand was still pressed against her cheek, and she leaned into it, the warmth of his fingers on her skin making her tingle inside.
What in the world was going on here?!
The thought popped into her head without warning, and she bit down on her lip so hard that she was afraid that she was going to taste blood. She tried to push the thought away, wanting nothing more then to loose herself in the emotions that he was stirring in her.
But once the thought grabbed a hold of her mind, it wouldn't let go, and Catie was forced to go with the flow of her thoughts.
What *was* going on here? She was standing so close to Jamie that he might as well have been holding her in his arms, and she wanted nothing more right then for him to reach down and kiss her until she couldn't breathe.
Her knees were water, and her heart was racing, and all she could focus on was Jamie. How much he meant to her. How much she wanted him.
How much she wanted him.
Screwing up her courage, Catie pushed herself up on her toes, and Jamie met her half way.
His lips softly caught hers, pressing against them and molding to fit her mouth perfectly. Her knees went weak beneath her, and she grabbed his jacket to keep from falling and breaking the contact she had been secretly longing for since the first time she had ever laid eyes on Jamie Waite.
The scent of her hair, the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against his was nearly intoxicating, Jamie decided, his blood racing in his veins. He thought he was going to fall over, but that would mean breaking the gentle kiss, and he knew that he couldn't do that if his life depended on it.
Son involved with the gentle kiss were the two that they didn't even notice as the rusty hinges of the door creaked open, and Val Linar poke her head in.
"OH MY GOD!"
Matchamking 101 8/10
"I am so gonna kill her as soon as I get out of here!" Catie declared, kicking the door one more time before sitting down on the cement floor, her dark eyes flashing.
Jamie had given up pounding on the door about twenty minutes ago, realizing that there was no way that either one of them were going to be getting out of there until someone on the other side of the door decided to let them out.
"They can't leave us in here forever, Catie." Jamie reassured her, grinning at her expression.
"I know that. But it already feels like it." Catie muttered, tapping her foot against the hard ground, her eyes flashing.
"Oh gee, thanks." Jamie snapped back sarcastically.
"I didn't mean it like that." Catie apologized, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Oh." Jamie said, leaning his head back against the wall and looking at the ceiling. Catie looked at him for a moment, suddenly at a loss for words. An uncomfortable silence hung around the two of them, and Catie hated it. Normally, they could just hang out and talk--now it was just so...strange. What had happened, what had *changed* so dramatically, since this morning, for crying out loud?
"Jamie, what is it?" Catie finally broke down and asked, her dark eyes worried. Jamie pulled his eyes away from the ceiling, and looked at her in confusion, his dark eyes clouded.
"What is what?" He asked, tapping his chin with his fingers.
"What's wrong? Your acting weird--even for you." Catie smirked, trying to lighten the mood. She winced when Jamie's eyes got darker then usual, dropping his gaze away from her to study the floor.
Confused, and a little worried, the girl stood up and moved across the room sitting down right next to her friend. Her shoulder brushed his lightly, and she reached out to touch his hand slightly. She jumped a mile at the electric shook that rolled up her skin at that simple touch, she jerked her hand back. Curling her hand into a fist, she stared down at the ground, calming her banging heart down as best she could. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Jamie out of the corner of her eye, studying his profile.
"Will you just tell me what's up with you?" Catie asked, confused. Jamie studied the floor for a little while, and then looked back up at her, his sexy mouth drawn down into a small frown. Wait-since when was Jamie's mouth sexy?
'Since always'. The annoying voice was BACK!
Catie dropped her eyes from Jamie's face, and went back to studying the floor, her thoughts spinning around and around in a maelstrom of thought, logic and emotion. Sighing, she pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them, lancing her fingers together and shut her eyes. Her head was beginning to hurt.
Her head wasn't the only thing that was hurting, the annoying little voice spoke up, sounding far to smug for Catie's liking.
'Oh shut up!' She mentally hissed at the voice, wishing that it would just be quiet and retreat back into her subconscious.
"Catie?" Jamie's voice intruded on her mental argument, drawing her out of her reverie. Opening her eyes and lifting her chin up, Catie found herself lost in a pair of the darkest brown eyes that she had ever seen. Small flicks of gold seemed to dance in those beautiful depths, shining with a strange warmth, but overcast with a pain that never seemed to go away.
"Yeah?" She asked, slightly dazed, trying to shake off the feelings that he inspired in her.
"Are you okay?" He asked, touching her hand gently, the tips of his fingers gently brushing across the sensitive nerve endings. A shiver went down her spin, and she trembled just a bit, before regaining control of her reaction and body.
However, Jamie had noticed her shiver, and was now staring at her, concern now the dominant expression in his vivid eyes. Catie had to mentally grab and shake herself to keep from drowning in those dark pools of light. The girl swallowed hard, and rose to her feet. Her feet dragged her to the other side of the room, and she stood in front of the door, her heart pounding in her ears.
She'd never gotten lost in someone before like that. Her heart was pounding, she could barely breathe, and all she wanted to do at that moment was the throw herself into Jamie's arms and...
Catie cut her thoughts off before she got a chance to finish them. Now wasn't the time or place to start thinking those thoughts. Because she was afraid that if she started thinking those thoughts, pretty soon she would start acting on those thoughts, and that could lead to disaster, a place she was not at all willing to go--even with Jamie.
"Catie?" She could hear the surprise and confusion in his expressive voice, and she wondered ideally if he could sing as well as he could talk. If he could, then he could probably make a million dollars before his twentieth birthday. She shook her head, smirking at her meandering thoughts, and tried to focus her attention on her...friend.
"Yeah?" She asked quietly, not turning to face him. The feelings that bubbled up inside of her whenever he was around, the way she wanted to touch him, hold him, love him...they were all to much for her.
Catie was...afraid.
She smiled lightly, reflecting on the odd turn of events. She couldn't remember the last time that she had been nervous around someone, let alone afraid of the way that they made her feel. Especially not one of her best friend's in the entire world.
The heat of his touch suddenly sent her reeling. His fingertips caressed her bare arms gently, his hands gripping her shoulders gently and sending feelings that she liked far to much spiraling through her.
"What's wrong?" His voice was a whisper against her ear, and if she closed her eyes and imagined, she thought she could feel his lips just brushing the edge of her earlobe.
"N--nothing." She stuttered, all the while mentally screaming at herself to either run or get closer. The closer he got to her, she noted dryly, the harder it was to think.
"Are you sure?" Jamie whispered to her, moving closer to her, dropping his voice lower then it should be, his lips now actually brushing against the skin of her ear. Catie bit her lip, blocking the light moan that wanted to rush from her lips.
'What are you doing!?' Jamie screamed at himself, trying in vain to pry himself away from Catie, go to the other side of the room, and beat his head into the wall until he was unconscious.
What WAS he doing? He was standing here, with his hands on his best friend, and wanting nothing more then to pull her against him and kiss her breathless, kiss her until she was panting and clinging to him, her full lips swollen from the force of his mouth on hers.
He shut his eyes, trying to keep the image of her like that out of his mind, but it was as stubborn as she was, and refused to leave.
He shouldn't be doing this.
This was not right.
This was wrong.
She was his best friend.
He couldn't risk messing up their friendship because he couldn't keep his mind off of her.
She meant to much to him.
Catie was...everything to him.
This wasn't right.
He shouldn't be doing this.
"Jamie..." Her voice was a breathless whimper in his ears, and so full of longing and desire that every single on of the reasons he had just thought of for why he shouldn't do this flew out of his mind, leaving only one thought, one desire.
"Catie..."
She turned to face him, her beautiful hazel eyes wide and dark with something he had never seen in her eyes before. His heartbeat speed up when she looked at him like that, and his blood was nearly boiling in his veins.
He wanted her.
Heaven help him, he WANTED her.
Before he knew what was happening, his fingers were reaching out to trace her lips gently, his eyes locked on hers. She parted her lips slightly, and his index finger followed, his eyes never breaking contact with hers.
"Jamie.." Her lips formed the word, his name, but no sound emerged from her mouth.
Jamie put his other hand up to her face, surprised to see that it was shaking like a leaf caught in the breeze. He pressed it against her silky smooth cheek, and inhaled sharply, trying to get oxygen to his starving lungs.
"I..." He tried to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat, and for one terrifying second, he was completely and utterly lost, groping mentally for anything to hold onto, anything at all.
Catie stared into his eyes, her heartbeat so loud in her own ears, she was afraid that he could hear it. His hand was still pressed against her cheek, and she leaned into it, the warmth of his fingers on her skin making her tingle inside.
What in the world was going on here?!
The thought popped into her head without warning, and she bit down on her lip so hard that she was afraid that she was going to taste blood. She tried to push the thought away, wanting nothing more then to loose herself in the emotions that he was stirring in her.
But once the thought grabbed a hold of her mind, it wouldn't let go, and Catie was forced to go with the flow of her thoughts.
What *was* going on here? She was standing so close to Jamie that he might as well have been holding her in his arms, and she wanted nothing more right then for him to reach down and kiss her until she couldn't breathe.
Her knees were water, and her heart was racing, and all she could focus on was Jamie. How much he meant to her. How much she wanted him.
How much she wanted him.
Screwing up her courage, Catie pushed herself up on her toes, and Jamie met her half way.
His lips softly caught hers, pressing against them and molding to fit her mouth perfectly. Her knees went weak beneath her, and she grabbed his jacket to keep from falling and breaking the contact she had been secretly longing for since the first time she had ever laid eyes on Jamie Waite.
The scent of her hair, the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against his was nearly intoxicating, Jamie decided, his blood racing in his veins. He thought he was going to fall over, but that would mean breaking the gentle kiss, and he knew that he couldn't do that if his life depended on it.
Son involved with the gentle kiss were the two that they didn't even notice as the rusty hinges of the door creaked open, and Val Linar poke her head in.
"OH MY GOD!"