Alright, I'm really sorry it took so long for an update. I usually don't have a lot of hours at work, but they have been scheduling me like crazy, and let's not forget school! Ick! There's not a lot of Randy/Annie in this chapter, you'll see why when you read. Anyway, here it is!!
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 'R' FOR SEXUAL CONTENT. ONCE AGAIN, IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE ENOUGH TO HANDLE THE CONTENTS WITHIN THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE. I DO NOT WISH TO BE REPORTED ON BEHALF OF THOSE WHO CAN NOT UNDERSTAND THE BEAUTY AND ART OF SEX. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY AND BE UNDERSTANDING TOWARD WHAT I AM TRYING TO CONVEY.
Chapter Thirteen: Breaking Down In Bakersfield
~Monday 9 Feb. 2004~
Randy paced the backstage area, frantically. Annie had finally picked up the phone and talked to him earlier this morning. She had said to meet her here, now where was she? He leaned his back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, silently praying it would fall and put him out of his misery. Then he heard it. Like a light through the fog. Her voice.
"Randy…" Annie approached him, taking a deep breath.
"Annie!" he ran toward her and wrapped her in his arms, praying it wouldn't be his last chance to hold her, "Please let me explain."
Annie had come there, hoping to be strong and ready, but she couldn't help wrapping her arms around him. "Explain it, Randy, because I can't understand how you can hold me like this, day in and day out, then wind up on your back in my office with a slut like Jackie Gayda on top of you."
Randy exhaled, "Just don't make me let you go," he made her promise. "It's been Hell without you. Don't run away again."
"Just tell me, Randy. What was that?" she felt her tears flowing.
"She came onto me. I went to your office to find you and she was there looking for you, or that's what she said. I told her you weren't here and to leave, but she came up behind me, and the next thing I know I'm on your desk, her on top of me, and the love of my life running away from me."
"Randy, I-"
"Annie, please believe me. I would never hurt you in such a way, I swear it. I used to be a player, I will admit that, but not since you, and I never will be again. Please, Annie, tell me that you'll stay. I can't loose you. I love you too much."
Annie pushed out of his embrace gently and looked into his eyes. He wasn't hiding anything. Those beautiful, baby blue eyes could never hide anything from her. She threw her arms around his neck, "Oh Randy, I'm so sorry I ran. I just couldn't handle it. It was too much. I didn't want to believe what I saw. There were just so many things going through my head."
Randy squeezed her tightly to him. I love you, Annie. I want to get married right away. I don't want to wait."
She smiled into his neck, then her body tensed and she broke out into tears, "Randy, there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" he asked fearing the worst.
Annie bit her lip, "I'm pregnant. I got a second opinion."
Randy's eyes widened, "What?" he asked quietly, a small smile plastering itself on his face.
~(A/N: Alright, I know you guys were looking for some full-blown feud or something, but I couldn't do it. It's Valentine's Day, and I'm depressed enough as it is. I have no man, I have no roses, no candy, so the least I could do to make myself happy, is to make my characters happy! I'm sorry if you don't like it, but my emotions are on the fringe! GAAAAAHH)
~Friday, 13 Feb. 2004~
Rose watched the digital clock at her bedside intensely as it went from three fifty-nine to four in the morning. She let out a breath and gave up trying. She couldn't sleep. Amy and herself had talked and talked until one of them looked at the clock and realized that the show had been over for thirty minutes.
Amy told her to sleep on it, and not to force herself to come up with an answer right away. Rose figured she didn't have a choice since Rene was probably long gone. She had gone straight to her hotel room from the arena and tried to go to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she could see him, and her thoughts were on the situation.
Rose couldn't clear her mind or relax. That had been nearly two weeks ago.
She had seen Rene, and talked to him, but managed to make their mingling short and avoid saying anything related at all to her making a decision. She had told him that she would be taking her driving test soon, and tried to keep their conversations light, without physical contact, and from a health distance of three feet away from him. She felt it best, because he seemed like a magnet. Every time she got too close she was pulled right to him. In his arms, her lips against his, their bodies molded together, and damn, she needed to stop thinking in this manner before she exploded.
She let out another annoyed sigh from where she lay on the bed. Why was she torturing herself? She was torn between what she desperately wanted and needed, and what she felt she had to do. Rose got up in a defeated huff and headed toward the bathroom. She needed to make a decision before she went crazy.
"It's not a big deal, Rose," she tried to reason with herself, "Just choose one or the other!" Rose bit her lip, "Maybe I already am crazy! Look at me! I'm talking to myself, and actually expecting an answer! I need to get some sleep……which is exactly why I need to make a decision. So I can sleep again!"
She stopped to look at herself in the mirror. The light bags from all the restless nights shone clearly under her eyes. Her eyes, which were usually a lively emerald were now dull and tired with a light tint of olive green overshadowing the usual color. Her hair was limp and dead, unlike her usual shiny, healthy strands. She had been under stress, not only from the personal problems, but also from the work load.
It was strange. She covered herself in her work day after day, but now, she had finished all of her work for the entire week. She was running out of ways to hide from, forget, and ignore her problems. Rose stepped into the shower and began to clean all of the grunge away.
When she finished her shower, she stepped in front of the mirror once again. She was going to kill herself if she didn't stop this folly. She couldn't delay any longer. Rose's head snapped up, "I'm not going to delay any more! I am going to see Rene and tell him my decision, and I'm going to do it right now!" Though still unsure of what her decision was going to be, Rose yanked on some clothes and headed out the door.
She forgot that it was four thirty in the morning, and she didn't care. Nothing mattered. She had to tell him, to do something-anything to get herself back to normal. It wasn't healthy for her to be so stressed over some small, insignificant emotion. She was independent, strong, and she'd be damned if she was going to change now.
Rose knew his room number. She had seen him go in yesterday with all of his suitcases on her way back to her room. She had hid herself in a nearby hallway, then jumped into an elevator. She smirked to herself, he probably didn't even know she was in the same area, let alone the same building.
She kept her pace going as quickly as she could. She could see his room door coming into view. She had a reproaching thought for a fleeting second before she pounded on his door. She gathered up all the anger that had been building up inside of her. She was determined…she was ready…she had no idea what she was going to say.
~(A/N: This part is going to be slight song-fic like. The song is Uninvited by Alanis Morissette, and no, I don't own that either)~
Rene heard someone pounding on his door relentlessly. He moaned as he left his bed. Who would be crazy enough to knock on someone's door at four forty-five in the damn morning.
"HOLD ON!" he yelled as he went toward his suitcase and pulled out a pair of sweats to cover up his naked form. He was pissed. He had been dreaming about Rose and being intimate with her. The results were clearly outlined in his pants. 'Lord, I hope it isn't some crazed fan,' he groaned, then thought again, 'It can't be. Hotel security wouldn't have let them in…'
He tripped over a chair that wasn't pushed in under the table, "Fuck!" he cursed as he caught himself before hitting the floor. He sleepily continued to make his way to the door, and unlock the chain. He forgot to look in the peephole.
"Who the Hell-" Rene froze, dumbfounded as he stared into the angry eyes of Rosalyn Bryant. The very star of all of his dreams as of late. He felt the heat of his face retreat to a lower location. "Rose? What are you doing here?"
(Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight)
Rose's scowl deepened as she pushed her way past him and into his room. Rene shut the door, and was about to ask her what the deal was when she turned on him and began to rant. "I'll tell you what I'm doing here! I'm here because I can't sleep, and it's all your fucking fault! I can't think! I can't eat! And it's ALL YOUR FAULT!!!"
Rene swallowed, "Rose-"
(Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch Shepard meet Shepard
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight)
"Don't you 'Rose' me! I don't want to hear it! I was fine until YOU came along!" she continued to yell. "I was strong! Independent! SANE!!! But no! YOU HAD TO COME ALONG AND CHANGE ALL OF THAT!!" her anger was starting to double over. All Rene could do was stand there and take it in.
"I didn't need to feel ANYTHING! But you just had to kiss me that night, didn't you?? Then, you had to befriend me! AND AS IF THAT WEREN'T ENOUGH, YOU HAD TO KISS ME AGAIN!! YOU HAD TO HOLD ME AND ASK ME WHAT I WANT!!"
"Rose, I-"
(Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight)
"I'M NOT DONE, DAMN IT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME??! DO YOU!!!" She waited patiently, a stern look on her face. Her features were calm and collected…on the outside.
Rene was silent. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She was beautiful, even if she did want to kill him. What was she trying to prove? He could see through her. She wasn't as strong or angry as she was trying so desperately to convey. She was scared to death and shaking inside of herself. He shook his head, "What have I done to you, Rose? All I wanted and all I still want, is you. I just make you happy."
Just as quickly as she had gained the courage to face him, that's exactly how quickly she crashed and burned. "Don't look at me like that," she tried to sound forceful again, but her voice was only but a shaking whisper.
(I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate)
Rene walked toward her, "Rose, you know what you want. Why can't you admit it?"
"I…I-" she looked away from his gaze.
"Tell me what you want, Rose. We both know…" He clasped her chin and made her look at him.
Rose trembled at his touch. He was doing it again. He was drawing her to him, making her need him, and Lord how she needed him. She needed to feel his arms around her, his hands in her hair, his lips on hers, and his tongue in her mouth. Then, and only then would she be able to be at peace. She needed to take him in like the narcotic he was. He killed the pain of loneliness and doubt within her. He was the only cure for her illness; her undying need to be near him.
The only thing Rene was to blame for was making her realize what a fool she had been. She was a fool to believe that she could walk life happily without someone holding her hand as she tracked through it. She wanted a partner, a lover, a friend. He was all of this, and then she knew. She knew for a fact exactly what she wanted. She met his gaze, her emerald eyes full of life and understanding, "Rene, I want this. You. I need…I need-" she broke off and seized his lips.
Rene was pushed back with her force, and they both fell onto the bed. He onto his back, and her atop him, kissing him passionately, whilst she straddled him. Rene let out moan as he felt his erection growing. Rose felt it too, and she reflexively began to gyrate her hips over his groin.
Rene pushed himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around her and moved onto his knees. Rose still on top of him, rocked back and forth easier in the new position. She attacked his neck and moved her hands to his chest, desperately needing to feel his skin.
She pulled away suddenly, and took off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her two round, taut breasts tempted him. She beckoned, "Touch me, Rene. Please. Don't make me beg for you."
"Rose, you can't possibly be thinking clearly. You're exhausted. You think I haven't noticed, but I have. You don't know what you're saying."
"I may be exhausted, but for the first time in my life, I know exactly what I want," she leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips before whispering in his ear, "Rene, I want you. Take me."
"If I start, Rose, I won't be able to stop. It's going to hurt," he smoothed her hair, "I don't think you came here for this, love."
"I didn't know what I was thinking on the way here…I just needed to see you-to feel you. I don't want to stop," she looked him straight in the eyes, "I want you to be the one. Make me feel again," she begged, tears welling in her eyes.
Rene touched her face gently, then brought her in for a deep, tender kiss. His tongue traced the inside of her warm mouth, stroking her own tongue. Rose moaned softly into his throat. He brought his hand down to her breast and traced the outside of her nipple. His other hand went to her waist. With one effortless motion, he brought her down onto to soft mattress.
His mouth left hers and traced kisses down her neck and to each breast. He sucked and licked each nipple. He then left a trail of kisses down her midsection as he undid the clasp on her pants. He pulled them down slowly, along with her underwear until they were completely off.
Rose gave him a confused look when he did not pull off his own clothes. Her eyes widened when she felt his tongue on her most intimate place. She gasped as he licked her clit, gently stroking it with his tongue. "Rene…" she moaned when she felt a finger slip inside of her. "Oh God…" she whimpered.
Rene continued to stroke her with his tongue. He tasted her juices as they flowed from her center. He slowly eased another finger inside of her, while quickening the pace of his tongue. He felt her body tremble as she reached her peak, but pulled away before she could. His mouth left her core, and traveled back up her body. She was shaking fiercely with need and desire.
"Why did you stop?" She whimpered helplessly. She never received an answer as her mouth was once again covered with his. She could taste herself on his lips, in his mouth. Instead of being disgusted, however, she was set on fire. Her body burned for his. She didn't noticed him pull off his pants or slip on the condom. All she could feel was his touch, his caress, and the piercing pleasure-pain as he entered her.
She let out a small moan of protest as he took her virginity with his entrance. He stopped inside of her, letting her mold around his length. He could feel her pulsing around him in sync with the throbbing of his member. Slowly, he began to move inside of her. She arched with his thrusts, her hands moving frantically all over his body.
She lost herself in the dizziness of their love making. She could feel his finger rubbing her clit as he moved deeper and deeper inside of her. His tongue was on her neck, his right hand caressing her breast, the other pulling her waist to him with each thrust.
She felt herself building up again and she could feel Rene pumping her faster, harder, more intensely. She shook as she came, all of her liquids dripping onto his shaft. He collapsed on top of her a moment later after reaching his climax as well.
He wrapped his arms around her back, and pulled her to him, breathing her in. Rose mimicked his actions, and before she knew what she was saying, it slipped from her mouth, "Rene, I love you…"
He pulled her tighter to him when he felt her tense up beneath him. She obviously hadn't meant to let that slip. He let her go and leaned up on his elbows, smiling down at her frightened face, "Well that's a relief, because here I was thinking it was only one sided."
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Okay, I don't know where any of that came from. You can blame my 18 yr. Old hormones, lmao. No, actually I've been reading a lot of Romance Novels lately, and I guess I just felt inspired to write a work of smut! So, there you have it. It's what you've been waiting for, right?
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Pammi