Deny Me
Author: Ashley K.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them.
Blaine:
I've always like Valmont and Kathryn. Kathryn, actually, had introduced Sebastian and I. I doubt that she thought we would have become such good friends; especially since, as far as I can tell, Sebastian is a bit homophobic.
I do not, however, like Annette nor do I like that Nicholas character. They are both too full of good intentions for my liking.
No, when Kathryn, and then Sebastian, asked me for help in 'getting revenge' I jumped at the chance. My friends were coming back to me.
Or so I thought.
Kathryn, for her part, seems to have truly changed. Unless she's going through somebody else, she is no longer 'powdering her nose,' to put it delicately. With the exception of her last scheme, she has genuinely seemed to have changed.
Luckily, for me, my best customer's step-brother seems damned capable of bringing her back.
Part Eight
Nicholas frowned at the sight he saw outside. His beloved had been sitting there, reading some magazine, when Sebastian approached her. He watched as Kathryn's elegant face look up and her beautiful mouth turn down into a frown as her step-brother sat down next to her.
He pulled up a heavy red leather chair next to the window and watched what would happen next.
~*~*~*~*~
"What are the fuck do you think you are doing?" Kathryn asked, her eyes already staring at the pictures in the magazine. Her body, however, could sense every movement he made. She tensed as she felt him shift closer.
"I'm just talking to my dear sister," Sebastian said, smirking slightly, as he adjusted his expensive sunglasses. "Is there a problem with that?"
Looking up at him again, her green eyes flashing with anger and malice, Kathryn's frown turned into a scowl. "Yes, there is 'dear brother.' When you tell my fiancée, the man who I actually do love, that we've been fucking, there's a huge problem."
Sebastian threw his head back and laughed. Kathryn glared at him, but amusement had found its way into her usually unreadable eyes.
"Was it worth it?" Kathryn asked simply.
"Was what?" Sebastian asked, a huge smile still on his face.
"All that planning to get to Nicholas?"
Considering this, Sebastian's smile faded. "Well, it depends on how you look at it. It didn't break you two apart, like I had hoped, but it did put the slightest spark of insecurity in your relationship."
Stunned by his sincere answer, Kathryn was silent for a moment. "What are you talking about? Nicholas trusts me with his life."
"Maybe his life, but not his heart," Sebastian answered. "Look at the house; he's spying. And we've been sitting here for what? Five minutes? Laughing and smiling."
She didn't have to look; she knew he was telling the truth. "Damn you," she hissed, standing up and stalking to the house. "Leave me alone, already!" she called, over her shoulder.
"Not likely," Sebastian answered, grinning.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Enjoying the view?" Kathryn purred from the doorway. Nicholas looked up from the book he had hastily grabbed when he saw Kathryn stalking into the house.
"Not really. I've been enthralled by this book," Nicholas distractedly said, holding up the book.
Quirking up an eyebrow, Kathryn coldly laughed. "That book?" she asked. "Roses: How to Cultivate Your Own," she said, picking the book out of Nicholas's hands. "I didn't know you were gay."
"What were you two talking about?" Nicholas asked all pretense of reading gone. Kathryn smiled sincerely down at him. That was one of the reasons why she loved him so much. He always knew when he was caught and never played games with her.
"You," Kathryn answered, truthfully. "How he tried to break us apart by telling you that *lie,*" Kathryn put a slight stress on the word 'lie,' "and how he made you insecure about...us."
Stunned into silence, Nicholas sat there. "I do love you," he said.
"I know," Kathryn answered.
"Why won't you tell me you love me?" Nicholas asked. "We're getting married in a couple months. I know you do."
Biting her lip, Kathryn hesitated.
Her hesitation, for the first time in their relationship, upset Nicholas. "Fine. You'll tell me you loved Sebastian with all your heart, that he was your equal, but you won't tell me, your *fiancée* that you love me?" He stood up and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Kathryn called out, cursing the little girl-lost tone her voice had.
"Out. I'll be back," he shortly said, before shutting the door behind him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bored, Kathryn flipped through the channels. It was a Saturday night and what was she doing? Sitting at home watching television. "God, when did I become such a loser?" she asked herself, but without any real feeling behind it.
Nicholas had helped her get into a drug therapy clinic and, with his support; she was able to get rid of her 'toxic' friends. Rolling her eyes, Kathryn remembered the hell that was withdrawal.
But she was able to do it. Kathryn was clean and had been so for six months now. She wasn't going to lie and say that she never had the urge to take a line or six, but the desire to do so was, slowly, going away.
"Knock, knock!"
Eyes lighting up, Kathryn smiled. "Come in," she called out, turning off the television and going to greet her guest. "Blaine!"
"Kathryn," Blaine answered, smiling at his favorite customer. "I like the look. Very...mature."
"How very faggish of you to comment," Kathryn teased back. She reveled in how nice it was to quip with her friend. "You lost? Looking for Sebastian's room? Its just down the hall, but I'm sure you already know that."
"Nah, Valmont already has a stick up his ass," Blaine answered. "So, what's this I hear about Kathryn the Great no longer being my best girl?"
Stiffening, Kathryn's smile faded. "Don't even try, Blaine," Kathryn warned. "I'm through."
"That's fine. Hell, I'm proud of you. I wish I could be that strong," Blaine congratulated her.
"All it takes is the right man," Kathryn smiled again, getting a dreamy look on her face. It took all Blaine had not to slap her a couple times.
"Well, you wouldn't mind if I..." Blaine trailed off, pretending to be snorting a bump.
"No, not at all," Kathryn said, eyes fixated on the white powder Blaine produced out of his jacket. Her body called out for it. Every fiber of her being wanted just a little.
"You sure I can't interest you?" Blaine asked, after he took his bump.
"Well..."
"Old times sake, Kat," Blaine pleaded.
"Okay."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Smiling to himself, Sebastian quietly started taking pictures, even as Kathryn got more and more strung out.
"Perfect little angel? I think not."
Blaine:
And the Oscar goes to...me.
Blaine:
I've always like Valmont and Kathryn. Kathryn, actually, had introduced Sebastian and I. I doubt that she thought we would have become such good friends; especially since, as far as I can tell, Sebastian is a bit homophobic.
I do not, however, like Annette nor do I like that Nicholas character. They are both too full of good intentions for my liking.
No, when Kathryn, and then Sebastian, asked me for help in 'getting revenge' I jumped at the chance. My friends were coming back to me.
Or so I thought.
Kathryn, for her part, seems to have truly changed. Unless she's going through somebody else, she is no longer 'powdering her nose,' to put it delicately. With the exception of her last scheme, she has genuinely seemed to have changed.
Luckily, for me, my best customer's step-brother seems damned capable of bringing her back.
Part Eight
Nicholas frowned at the sight he saw outside. His beloved had been sitting there, reading some magazine, when Sebastian approached her. He watched as Kathryn's elegant face look up and her beautiful mouth turn down into a frown as her step-brother sat down next to her.
He pulled up a heavy red leather chair next to the window and watched what would happen next.
~*~*~*~*~
"What are the fuck do you think you are doing?" Kathryn asked, her eyes already staring at the pictures in the magazine. Her body, however, could sense every movement he made. She tensed as she felt him shift closer.
"I'm just talking to my dear sister," Sebastian said, smirking slightly, as he adjusted his expensive sunglasses. "Is there a problem with that?"
Looking up at him again, her green eyes flashing with anger and malice, Kathryn's frown turned into a scowl. "Yes, there is 'dear brother.' When you tell my fiancée, the man who I actually do love, that we've been fucking, there's a huge problem."
Sebastian threw his head back and laughed. Kathryn glared at him, but amusement had found its way into her usually unreadable eyes.
"Was it worth it?" Kathryn asked simply.
"Was what?" Sebastian asked, a huge smile still on his face.
"All that planning to get to Nicholas?"
Considering this, Sebastian's smile faded. "Well, it depends on how you look at it. It didn't break you two apart, like I had hoped, but it did put the slightest spark of insecurity in your relationship."
Stunned by his sincere answer, Kathryn was silent for a moment. "What are you talking about? Nicholas trusts me with his life."
"Maybe his life, but not his heart," Sebastian answered. "Look at the house; he's spying. And we've been sitting here for what? Five minutes? Laughing and smiling."
She didn't have to look; she knew he was telling the truth. "Damn you," she hissed, standing up and stalking to the house. "Leave me alone, already!" she called, over her shoulder.
"Not likely," Sebastian answered, grinning.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Enjoying the view?" Kathryn purred from the doorway. Nicholas looked up from the book he had hastily grabbed when he saw Kathryn stalking into the house.
"Not really. I've been enthralled by this book," Nicholas distractedly said, holding up the book.
Quirking up an eyebrow, Kathryn coldly laughed. "That book?" she asked. "Roses: How to Cultivate Your Own," she said, picking the book out of Nicholas's hands. "I didn't know you were gay."
"What were you two talking about?" Nicholas asked all pretense of reading gone. Kathryn smiled sincerely down at him. That was one of the reasons why she loved him so much. He always knew when he was caught and never played games with her.
"You," Kathryn answered, truthfully. "How he tried to break us apart by telling you that *lie,*" Kathryn put a slight stress on the word 'lie,' "and how he made you insecure about...us."
Stunned into silence, Nicholas sat there. "I do love you," he said.
"I know," Kathryn answered.
"Why won't you tell me you love me?" Nicholas asked. "We're getting married in a couple months. I know you do."
Biting her lip, Kathryn hesitated.
Her hesitation, for the first time in their relationship, upset Nicholas. "Fine. You'll tell me you loved Sebastian with all your heart, that he was your equal, but you won't tell me, your *fiancée* that you love me?" He stood up and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Kathryn called out, cursing the little girl-lost tone her voice had.
"Out. I'll be back," he shortly said, before shutting the door behind him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bored, Kathryn flipped through the channels. It was a Saturday night and what was she doing? Sitting at home watching television. "God, when did I become such a loser?" she asked herself, but without any real feeling behind it.
Nicholas had helped her get into a drug therapy clinic and, with his support; she was able to get rid of her 'toxic' friends. Rolling her eyes, Kathryn remembered the hell that was withdrawal.
But she was able to do it. Kathryn was clean and had been so for six months now. She wasn't going to lie and say that she never had the urge to take a line or six, but the desire to do so was, slowly, going away.
"Knock, knock!"
Eyes lighting up, Kathryn smiled. "Come in," she called out, turning off the television and going to greet her guest. "Blaine!"
"Kathryn," Blaine answered, smiling at his favorite customer. "I like the look. Very...mature."
"How very faggish of you to comment," Kathryn teased back. She reveled in how nice it was to quip with her friend. "You lost? Looking for Sebastian's room? Its just down the hall, but I'm sure you already know that."
"Nah, Valmont already has a stick up his ass," Blaine answered. "So, what's this I hear about Kathryn the Great no longer being my best girl?"
Stiffening, Kathryn's smile faded. "Don't even try, Blaine," Kathryn warned. "I'm through."
"That's fine. Hell, I'm proud of you. I wish I could be that strong," Blaine congratulated her.
"All it takes is the right man," Kathryn smiled again, getting a dreamy look on her face. It took all Blaine had not to slap her a couple times.
"Well, you wouldn't mind if I..." Blaine trailed off, pretending to be snorting a bump.
"No, not at all," Kathryn said, eyes fixated on the white powder Blaine produced out of his jacket. Her body called out for it. Every fiber of her being wanted just a little.
"You sure I can't interest you?" Blaine asked, after he took his bump.
"Well..."
"Old times sake, Kat," Blaine pleaded.
"Okay."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Smiling to himself, Sebastian quietly started taking pictures, even as Kathryn got more and more strung out.
"Perfect little angel? I think not."
Blaine:
And the Oscar goes to...me.