NOT FADE AWAY
By: sage 360
Disclaimer: M-X, don't own them. Enjoy!
Hey! I just saw Lauren Lee Smith ( Emma) on T.V.!She was on a CBS movie called "The Survivors Club", playing a rape victim. I mean it was the same ol' Emma, Except her hair was a very dark brown instead of red.
WHAT YOU WANT
Under the lights of the bar, he stared into his drink, still processing the vision burned into memory. Shalimar kissed Jesse. Not, just kiss, she initiated the whole damn thing. He knew she could sense him and he knew she was rational. There was no other reason for it. Pay back was a bitch.
"Well," said a familiar voice. "Look who it is."
"I really don't want to talk to you right now..." Lexa sat down, smirking at the tall man. Trouble sat written on his handsome features. "Obviously, you've done enough."
"But you weren't thinking about it." She grinned. "At least not right then."
She was right. At that point, the action that he'd stormed over wasn't theirs. Still, the very thought, idea of Shalimar and Jesse...Brennan stared down into his drink, unsure whether to take it down or throw it to the wall. He need some way to forget.
"Brennan?"
'Some way' was sitting right beside him. Due to ego and aggression, he'd never taken a good look at Lexa Pierce. However that changed the night, they kissed. And not at the casino, but at the bar with Cole. Stressed, his eyes drifted to the woman, now sipping a martini ordered on his dime. His head and heart debated on telling her what he'd seen. And between the sudden itch to run his fingers through her hair and 'figure out' the form fitting dress, the 'defense' guarding his hurt told the man not to care. "You know we're all even now..."
Light blue eyes regarded him in question. "And that means?"
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you."
Lexa sat back watching her teammate. Some how, the whole tortured sinner trying to be a saint thing got to her. Part of her did feel guilty for putting the wrench in his thing with Shalimar (Even though they'd never admitted to having one). But now as he sat beside her, she could feel something about him being different. It was in how he took down the alcohol, and placed the glass slowly back into place. It was in how he turned to look at her. That same 'energy' that pulled them both that night in the bar was there again, only this time boundaries were non-existent.
She could taste what he was thinking. "Okay, Sparky. What happened at the Rock?"
"How bad do you want to know?"
"Well," The brunette started. "It has to be serious if you're drinking over it. So lay it out for me."
The man chuckled, leaning on the bar he grinned dangerously. "Lay it out for you?"
"Yeah, spill it."
"Okay...Shalimar kissed Jesse."
Lexa's face drained in interest. They kiss all the time. It's that mushy family thing."
"NO..." The elemental smirked. "They 'kissed' and on purpose. Happened right in front of me."
He could see it on her face that she was upset, but in true 'Lexa' fashion, the woman shrugged it off, chasing her thoughts with another sip of her drink. "Well, seems like that 'family' never really established borders."
"Lex, they did what they did."
Her eyes looked away, casting the most thought ful glance. "Do you think they meant it?"
"I'll put it this way." The dark man replied while stealing the olive from her drink. "Neither one of them's thinking of us right now."
She leaned back, unintentionally crossing her legs in a motion that grabbed his eye. Brennan knew she was hurt ( those who gave it, never did think of their own defenses). Lexa was one, who like him wanted to forget. The detached feeling was a way of survival, and had led to several understandings between himself and the chromatic molecular. Still, if he wanted to put it behind him, oddly enough she'd know just how to make him forget. "Let's dance."
"Excuse me, what?" He replied when just snapping back into their conversation.
"Come on..." Her grin was dangerous, signaling all the sirens of better judgment into action. But, like he EVER listened to them. "I like this song."
"Lex, I don't 'do' dancing."
Gripping his wrist, she pulled him out of his seat. "As of right now, you do."
Music is a dangerous thing. With God like properties, a melody can initiate any emotion it chooses. A person knows, this and thus, weakens themselves to that one 'arangment' that can strike the absolute center of their being. One note can cause that 'need' for the stimulation that only a song can feel. Whether it be a guitar solo in a bluesy ballad, or a single voice crying for heaven, the very emotion that is humanity knows what it is to loose itself to the notes. It dictates what we forget and remember and at the moment, neither Lexa nor Brennan wanted to know anything else.
As mighty as music is, it still needs accomplices And the most willing are the dance floor and alcohol. The people around them gave in easily, leaving the two teammates in a struggle deafening their senses. Arms had never felt quite so good around her before- neither did the hips swaying against her own. And, she couldn't quite remember anyone ever smelling so...'good'. Their rhythm was so slow, just introducing what they'd managed to learn in their earlier rush. "Hands off' had never meant anything to Lexa, and she wouldn't let it start that night.
But for Brennan, hands off had always been a green light. It traveled back to his life as a thief. It was little things that got him started. Like lights bouncing off of skin, or the way her hair smelled. His fingers finally got their wish, and slowly moved through the midnight locks. Slender arms draped his shoulders, furthering the interaction of bodies that sat just past dancing and just before giving in. He seemed to float out of his body as lips brushed his neck. Forgetting could be wonderful indeed.
Somewhere between her hands on his chest (and his on 'other' places), they kissed again. Desire sat laced with alcohol and a feeling of knowing what would happen. The wrong choice meant no going back.
"Lex..." The dark man whispered. "We should stop..." Right then ,the straight man in him was calling him an asshole.
"Should we..."
Their very eye contact said it for him. Pulling her close, their kiss was ravenous, nearly too intense for them to think. "Hell no...Let's go."
The molecular sat at the base of the stairs long after Shalimar had left. She'd kissed him, or he'd kissed her. Either way, they'd stepped over boundaries he'd thought simply not possible. And though, there was this electricity between them, it still felt like a violation. Major violation! His mind stormed between the relationship they knew and what happened on those very steps. Somewhere there had to be a reason.
"You still up?" The feral asked.
Lowering his head, the man grinned as blonde locks rushed past. "Yeah...Shal, what was that earlier?"
"What, the kiss." She grinned. Dropping down beside the man, she leaned into him grinning. "What, you don't like me, Jess?"
"No...I just thought we were more so brother and sister than....what happened."
He watched the brown eyes dance with teasing. "Don't worry, we are. Brennan walked in and I just wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine."
"So it-"
"Meant nodda." The woman replied. "Scared you a little huh?"
"Oh, yeah. But I'd bee lying is I said I wasn't relieved."
"Yeah, Rocky, I know. I just wanted him to get a taste of his own stuff." Blue eyes regarded her from under thoughtful lashes.
"Are you sure that was wise?"
Now it was her eyes that watched him. "Why would you even asked that? He kissed Lexa, the very woman you have feelings for. I'd pretty much call that betrayal."
"Yeah, but after our..y'know. I kind of understand what happened. They were undercover, and it got a little heavy. Who's to say that never happened to us?"
"Yeah, Jess, but it wasn't with a teammate."
The molecular leaned back, resting on his elbows. "Shalimar, I'm more so concerned with his reaction. Sparky has a hell of a streak where you're concerned. I just hope he's staying level-headed" The realization that crossed the woman's face was enough for him. "I'm turning in, Shal. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Jess..."
But Lexa had long since slipped her ring off. And in the dim light of the hotel room, the only images she could make out were those of muscles curling above her. He was busy, pulling off her clothes and his own, lost in the actual moment of it all. Brennan had her pinned between himself and the bed, reckless to the oblivion of their union. The moment rang in her ears, screaming at the very reaction of all her senses. While this was the most amazing she'd ever felt in a man's arms, the absence of something she desperately needed was blinding. This was simply detachment sex -no emotion required.
Her being appeared to split in half: one diving into the act, moaning his name and making every attempt to replace the feral's memory with her own. The other begged him to stop, knowing she'd doe enough to wreck the one good aspect of a life full of shadows. Brennan didn't fit. His eyes weren't blue, his hair wasn't blonde and his act wasn't one she. if he was the right man, knew would purely be based on love. Simply put, he wasn't Jesse.
And some how, part of her could bet money that he was thinking of Shalimar.
"Bren..." she moaned. Even now, it was a race against time. His pants were lowering and the lust in her wanted to feel him. "Bren...We need to stop." Her attempt showed as half-hearted, but finally the woman mustered enough strength to push him back. "Brennan, we can't"
"I just bet."
"Oh, my God!" The woman gasped. "Jesse!"
Both turned, snapping up when the molecular de-phased in front of them. It had been picking at him to track down the elemental, for Shalimar's sake. Now, he pushed balded fists into his pockets, anger seeped through him in waves. "I was looking for Brennan." He started. "Should've known, right?"
"Jess...wait." Lexa pleaded. Snatching a sheet around her, she stood to face him. Heartbreak once again tied him. "Jess-"
"You can't explain." He started. "You couldn't if you wanted to!"
"Does it matter?" The elemental stood while adjusting his pants. "You got what you want from Shalimar, so why are you here?"
"Brennan..." Lexa pleaded.
"Lex... Let Sparky and I talk for a moment."
She didn't think twice before grabbing her clothes and heading into the bathroom. Closing the door, she turned on the water before creeping back to listen in. Please God, the woman prayed. Don't let them kill each other.
By: sage 360
Disclaimer: M-X, don't own them. Enjoy!
Hey! I just saw Lauren Lee Smith ( Emma) on T.V.!She was on a CBS movie called "The Survivors Club", playing a rape victim. I mean it was the same ol' Emma, Except her hair was a very dark brown instead of red.
WHAT YOU WANT
Under the lights of the bar, he stared into his drink, still processing the vision burned into memory. Shalimar kissed Jesse. Not, just kiss, she initiated the whole damn thing. He knew she could sense him and he knew she was rational. There was no other reason for it. Pay back was a bitch.
"Well," said a familiar voice. "Look who it is."
"I really don't want to talk to you right now..." Lexa sat down, smirking at the tall man. Trouble sat written on his handsome features. "Obviously, you've done enough."
"But you weren't thinking about it." She grinned. "At least not right then."
She was right. At that point, the action that he'd stormed over wasn't theirs. Still, the very thought, idea of Shalimar and Jesse...Brennan stared down into his drink, unsure whether to take it down or throw it to the wall. He need some way to forget.
"Brennan?"
'Some way' was sitting right beside him. Due to ego and aggression, he'd never taken a good look at Lexa Pierce. However that changed the night, they kissed. And not at the casino, but at the bar with Cole. Stressed, his eyes drifted to the woman, now sipping a martini ordered on his dime. His head and heart debated on telling her what he'd seen. And between the sudden itch to run his fingers through her hair and 'figure out' the form fitting dress, the 'defense' guarding his hurt told the man not to care. "You know we're all even now..."
Light blue eyes regarded him in question. "And that means?"
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you."
Lexa sat back watching her teammate. Some how, the whole tortured sinner trying to be a saint thing got to her. Part of her did feel guilty for putting the wrench in his thing with Shalimar (Even though they'd never admitted to having one). But now as he sat beside her, she could feel something about him being different. It was in how he took down the alcohol, and placed the glass slowly back into place. It was in how he turned to look at her. That same 'energy' that pulled them both that night in the bar was there again, only this time boundaries were non-existent.
She could taste what he was thinking. "Okay, Sparky. What happened at the Rock?"
"How bad do you want to know?"
"Well," The brunette started. "It has to be serious if you're drinking over it. So lay it out for me."
The man chuckled, leaning on the bar he grinned dangerously. "Lay it out for you?"
"Yeah, spill it."
"Okay...Shalimar kissed Jesse."
Lexa's face drained in interest. They kiss all the time. It's that mushy family thing."
"NO..." The elemental smirked. "They 'kissed' and on purpose. Happened right in front of me."
He could see it on her face that she was upset, but in true 'Lexa' fashion, the woman shrugged it off, chasing her thoughts with another sip of her drink. "Well, seems like that 'family' never really established borders."
"Lex, they did what they did."
Her eyes looked away, casting the most thought ful glance. "Do you think they meant it?"
"I'll put it this way." The dark man replied while stealing the olive from her drink. "Neither one of them's thinking of us right now."
She leaned back, unintentionally crossing her legs in a motion that grabbed his eye. Brennan knew she was hurt ( those who gave it, never did think of their own defenses). Lexa was one, who like him wanted to forget. The detached feeling was a way of survival, and had led to several understandings between himself and the chromatic molecular. Still, if he wanted to put it behind him, oddly enough she'd know just how to make him forget. "Let's dance."
"Excuse me, what?" He replied when just snapping back into their conversation.
"Come on..." Her grin was dangerous, signaling all the sirens of better judgment into action. But, like he EVER listened to them. "I like this song."
"Lex, I don't 'do' dancing."
Gripping his wrist, she pulled him out of his seat. "As of right now, you do."
Music is a dangerous thing. With God like properties, a melody can initiate any emotion it chooses. A person knows, this and thus, weakens themselves to that one 'arangment' that can strike the absolute center of their being. One note can cause that 'need' for the stimulation that only a song can feel. Whether it be a guitar solo in a bluesy ballad, or a single voice crying for heaven, the very emotion that is humanity knows what it is to loose itself to the notes. It dictates what we forget and remember and at the moment, neither Lexa nor Brennan wanted to know anything else.
As mighty as music is, it still needs accomplices And the most willing are the dance floor and alcohol. The people around them gave in easily, leaving the two teammates in a struggle deafening their senses. Arms had never felt quite so good around her before- neither did the hips swaying against her own. And, she couldn't quite remember anyone ever smelling so...'good'. Their rhythm was so slow, just introducing what they'd managed to learn in their earlier rush. "Hands off' had never meant anything to Lexa, and she wouldn't let it start that night.
But for Brennan, hands off had always been a green light. It traveled back to his life as a thief. It was little things that got him started. Like lights bouncing off of skin, or the way her hair smelled. His fingers finally got their wish, and slowly moved through the midnight locks. Slender arms draped his shoulders, furthering the interaction of bodies that sat just past dancing and just before giving in. He seemed to float out of his body as lips brushed his neck. Forgetting could be wonderful indeed.
Somewhere between her hands on his chest (and his on 'other' places), they kissed again. Desire sat laced with alcohol and a feeling of knowing what would happen. The wrong choice meant no going back.
"Lex..." The dark man whispered. "We should stop..." Right then ,the straight man in him was calling him an asshole.
"Should we..."
Their very eye contact said it for him. Pulling her close, their kiss was ravenous, nearly too intense for them to think. "Hell no...Let's go."
The molecular sat at the base of the stairs long after Shalimar had left. She'd kissed him, or he'd kissed her. Either way, they'd stepped over boundaries he'd thought simply not possible. And though, there was this electricity between them, it still felt like a violation. Major violation! His mind stormed between the relationship they knew and what happened on those very steps. Somewhere there had to be a reason.
"You still up?" The feral asked.
Lowering his head, the man grinned as blonde locks rushed past. "Yeah...Shal, what was that earlier?"
"What, the kiss." She grinned. Dropping down beside the man, she leaned into him grinning. "What, you don't like me, Jess?"
"No...I just thought we were more so brother and sister than....what happened."
He watched the brown eyes dance with teasing. "Don't worry, we are. Brennan walked in and I just wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine."
"So it-"
"Meant nodda." The woman replied. "Scared you a little huh?"
"Oh, yeah. But I'd bee lying is I said I wasn't relieved."
"Yeah, Rocky, I know. I just wanted him to get a taste of his own stuff." Blue eyes regarded her from under thoughtful lashes.
"Are you sure that was wise?"
Now it was her eyes that watched him. "Why would you even asked that? He kissed Lexa, the very woman you have feelings for. I'd pretty much call that betrayal."
"Yeah, but after our..y'know. I kind of understand what happened. They were undercover, and it got a little heavy. Who's to say that never happened to us?"
"Yeah, Jess, but it wasn't with a teammate."
The molecular leaned back, resting on his elbows. "Shalimar, I'm more so concerned with his reaction. Sparky has a hell of a streak where you're concerned. I just hope he's staying level-headed" The realization that crossed the woman's face was enough for him. "I'm turning in, Shal. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Jess..."
But Lexa had long since slipped her ring off. And in the dim light of the hotel room, the only images she could make out were those of muscles curling above her. He was busy, pulling off her clothes and his own, lost in the actual moment of it all. Brennan had her pinned between himself and the bed, reckless to the oblivion of their union. The moment rang in her ears, screaming at the very reaction of all her senses. While this was the most amazing she'd ever felt in a man's arms, the absence of something she desperately needed was blinding. This was simply detachment sex -no emotion required.
Her being appeared to split in half: one diving into the act, moaning his name and making every attempt to replace the feral's memory with her own. The other begged him to stop, knowing she'd doe enough to wreck the one good aspect of a life full of shadows. Brennan didn't fit. His eyes weren't blue, his hair wasn't blonde and his act wasn't one she. if he was the right man, knew would purely be based on love. Simply put, he wasn't Jesse.
And some how, part of her could bet money that he was thinking of Shalimar.
"Bren..." she moaned. Even now, it was a race against time. His pants were lowering and the lust in her wanted to feel him. "Bren...We need to stop." Her attempt showed as half-hearted, but finally the woman mustered enough strength to push him back. "Brennan, we can't"
"I just bet."
"Oh, my God!" The woman gasped. "Jesse!"
Both turned, snapping up when the molecular de-phased in front of them. It had been picking at him to track down the elemental, for Shalimar's sake. Now, he pushed balded fists into his pockets, anger seeped through him in waves. "I was looking for Brennan." He started. "Should've known, right?"
"Jess...wait." Lexa pleaded. Snatching a sheet around her, she stood to face him. Heartbreak once again tied him. "Jess-"
"You can't explain." He started. "You couldn't if you wanted to!"
"Does it matter?" The elemental stood while adjusting his pants. "You got what you want from Shalimar, so why are you here?"
"Brennan..." Lexa pleaded.
"Lex... Let Sparky and I talk for a moment."
She didn't think twice before grabbing her clothes and heading into the bathroom. Closing the door, she turned on the water before creeping back to listen in. Please God, the woman prayed. Don't let them kill each other.
