NOT FADE AWAY
By: Sage 360
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't Own Em. Enjoy!
Hello! Thanks for the wait. I've really been thinking out the ending to this piece (may come in a few more chapters). But, my love for "Jesse" has been nagging at me, so this chapter is more so about him. I just love heroes! Anyway, enjoy!
WOMEN AND DRINKS
Lights. In life, they are an odd element. In one instance, they can mean victory, or survival - thus, the saying 'The light at the end of the tunnel.' On the other hand, the 'brightness' can leave us at our most naked in a world waiting for exposure. Still, without light, there's no darkness -which gives shelter in shadow. And until our skins are thick enough to survive our exposure, we dance around the light's edges. There's always just enough for us to see without being out in the open. It's a natural and needed balance, completely part of being human. And the definition of Lexa Pierce.
Amongst theses lights, she was an ironic subject. A mutant with the ability to manipulate the very thing that scared her. Thus, she thrived in it's lover and adversary. But as she thought about it, the woman realized all of Mutant X's members were ironic that way. Except maybe Shalimar. Yet, as the flashing enveloped her, and a slender fingernail traced the ring of her glass, light reminded her of the very thing that kept her running. That very element, with warmth and fullness, could embrace her. And if she just gave in, it could cause a rapture unparallel to anything she'd ever known.
Light reminded her of Jesse.
"Shit..." She muttered. Turning to face the crowd, blue eyes drifted into the pulsating forms. Music filled her very senses, pushing the brunette out of her seat. If she couldn't have what she wanted ( or needed), then she'd get lost in what she had. And though still carrying the attraction towards Brennan, her heart was strengthened by the fact she walked away. Her life was always full of what could have been. Still, there was a saving factor. Her one action, released a good person from his heart's self -destruction. Jesse loving her would have hurt the man till it killed him. "Well, Rocky...." She whispered. Tipping the glass upwards, she swallowed the contents before setting it on the table. "Here's to you."
Emotionally and mentally, we deny that a person can have, want or love two people. Women especially, by being 'engineered' to be loyal, can't process the heart willingly being separated in such a turmoil- until they're in the situation , or become the 'other woman'. And while men are groomed for 'openness' in more accepting terms, somehow the majority can detach loyalty to their 'love' from fulfillment of the body. Ironically, both are only looking for trust and security. Lexa's only true loyalties had been to her late brother. And though she now knew she loved Jesse, the part of her desiring Brennan wouldn't be ignored. She'd simply have to bury it.
Someone would have to make her forget.
She snapped back to reality when a body bumped into her shoulder. Some girl, grinning hysterically, apologized before continuing to gyrate with her date. Lexa rolled her eyes before beginning a steady pace into the crowd. Bass and drums drifted up from the floor. For one night, she 'd lose herself- with no regrets.
Blue- white flashes pummeled over the sweaty crowd, laced with slivers of red. This club, and its amazing sound system poured a dangerous beat onto the crowd. The brunette, had never needed a partner to move, and soon found her arms reaching above her head. Eyes closed as hips began to move. Her spine became fluid, swaying slender curves to and from. This was her own personal heat, leaving the woman reckless. Here, she was at peace.
And she knew she was being watched. Even as her fingers laced in the dark hair, lifting the rush to reveal a naked back, exposed from her top, there were eyes on the woman. Her own opened, seeming electric in the glowing flash of lights. The heat of surrounding bodies had her drifting and soon her body knew, she wasn't being interrupted but joined. Hands were on either side of her waist. Her head leaned back on the large shoulder, eyes slipping closed just as the blonde strands of hair fell over her shoulder. Lips were on her neck. She knew him all too well.
She knew the hips riding along her own, and she knew the ripped torso that leaned back, slightly giving to her spine. She knew the legs that raced beside hers, only longer, stronger and thicker in their muscle. She knew the expensive scent, the ride of his loose jeans and the racing of his heart. She knew the fore arms wrapping her narrow waist, and happening to sit just below her breasts. More importantly, she knew that voice... low and calm, it drifted into her ear, saying something unreadable to her through the music. It was the action that more so, set her on fire. She knew him to be the very thing she was running from. - till she opened her eyes.
Again, she was alone amongst the crowd, and disbelieving that something so physical had only been her imagination. Naturally, she scanned to see if any of the nearby men had been the 'object' dancing behind her. None of them came close. Damn, she thought. I need to stop drinking. Turning, she moved to another part of the crowd, oblivious to the mutant re- materializing underneath flashing lights. He so loved being a molecular.
The night was far from over.
By: Sage 360
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't Own Em. Enjoy!
Hello! Thanks for the wait. I've really been thinking out the ending to this piece (may come in a few more chapters). But, my love for "Jesse" has been nagging at me, so this chapter is more so about him. I just love heroes! Anyway, enjoy!
WOMEN AND DRINKS
Lights. In life, they are an odd element. In one instance, they can mean victory, or survival - thus, the saying 'The light at the end of the tunnel.' On the other hand, the 'brightness' can leave us at our most naked in a world waiting for exposure. Still, without light, there's no darkness -which gives shelter in shadow. And until our skins are thick enough to survive our exposure, we dance around the light's edges. There's always just enough for us to see without being out in the open. It's a natural and needed balance, completely part of being human. And the definition of Lexa Pierce.
Amongst theses lights, she was an ironic subject. A mutant with the ability to manipulate the very thing that scared her. Thus, she thrived in it's lover and adversary. But as she thought about it, the woman realized all of Mutant X's members were ironic that way. Except maybe Shalimar. Yet, as the flashing enveloped her, and a slender fingernail traced the ring of her glass, light reminded her of the very thing that kept her running. That very element, with warmth and fullness, could embrace her. And if she just gave in, it could cause a rapture unparallel to anything she'd ever known.
Light reminded her of Jesse.
"Shit..." She muttered. Turning to face the crowd, blue eyes drifted into the pulsating forms. Music filled her very senses, pushing the brunette out of her seat. If she couldn't have what she wanted ( or needed), then she'd get lost in what she had. And though still carrying the attraction towards Brennan, her heart was strengthened by the fact she walked away. Her life was always full of what could have been. Still, there was a saving factor. Her one action, released a good person from his heart's self -destruction. Jesse loving her would have hurt the man till it killed him. "Well, Rocky...." She whispered. Tipping the glass upwards, she swallowed the contents before setting it on the table. "Here's to you."
Emotionally and mentally, we deny that a person can have, want or love two people. Women especially, by being 'engineered' to be loyal, can't process the heart willingly being separated in such a turmoil- until they're in the situation , or become the 'other woman'. And while men are groomed for 'openness' in more accepting terms, somehow the majority can detach loyalty to their 'love' from fulfillment of the body. Ironically, both are only looking for trust and security. Lexa's only true loyalties had been to her late brother. And though she now knew she loved Jesse, the part of her desiring Brennan wouldn't be ignored. She'd simply have to bury it.
Someone would have to make her forget.
She snapped back to reality when a body bumped into her shoulder. Some girl, grinning hysterically, apologized before continuing to gyrate with her date. Lexa rolled her eyes before beginning a steady pace into the crowd. Bass and drums drifted up from the floor. For one night, she 'd lose herself- with no regrets.
Blue- white flashes pummeled over the sweaty crowd, laced with slivers of red. This club, and its amazing sound system poured a dangerous beat onto the crowd. The brunette, had never needed a partner to move, and soon found her arms reaching above her head. Eyes closed as hips began to move. Her spine became fluid, swaying slender curves to and from. This was her own personal heat, leaving the woman reckless. Here, she was at peace.
And she knew she was being watched. Even as her fingers laced in the dark hair, lifting the rush to reveal a naked back, exposed from her top, there were eyes on the woman. Her own opened, seeming electric in the glowing flash of lights. The heat of surrounding bodies had her drifting and soon her body knew, she wasn't being interrupted but joined. Hands were on either side of her waist. Her head leaned back on the large shoulder, eyes slipping closed just as the blonde strands of hair fell over her shoulder. Lips were on her neck. She knew him all too well.
She knew the hips riding along her own, and she knew the ripped torso that leaned back, slightly giving to her spine. She knew the legs that raced beside hers, only longer, stronger and thicker in their muscle. She knew the expensive scent, the ride of his loose jeans and the racing of his heart. She knew the fore arms wrapping her narrow waist, and happening to sit just below her breasts. More importantly, she knew that voice... low and calm, it drifted into her ear, saying something unreadable to her through the music. It was the action that more so, set her on fire. She knew him to be the very thing she was running from. - till she opened her eyes.
Again, she was alone amongst the crowd, and disbelieving that something so physical had only been her imagination. Naturally, she scanned to see if any of the nearby men had been the 'object' dancing behind her. None of them came close. Damn, she thought. I need to stop drinking. Turning, she moved to another part of the crowd, oblivious to the mutant re- materializing underneath flashing lights. He so loved being a molecular.
The night was far from over.
