This night had begun like any other, she and Rafe were fighting as though
there was no tomorrow. In fury she had left, gone to the club for a break,
and there he was, just standing there, the moonlight shining on him,
setting him off as an angel. She had never seen Caleb like that before,
the thought that he could be angelic was always so far from her mind, but
now as she watched him it was hard enough not to publicly gawk. His long
sleeve shirt was open, baring his chest. That hair was blanketing his face
like a veil, tight black pants pushed down low on his waist, he was right
there and yet just so far away. In her mind she knew that Caleb, the master
vampire of Port Charles, was taken and that if he ever knew, if anything
ever happened, Rafe would kill him just for that. It was spontaneous, or
perhaps it was just her mood that night.
She moved slowly, her white dress swishing as she walked to the bar and slipped onto a stool. Jack watched her carefully.
A: Club Soda.
J: You alright there Alison?
A: Not quite.I don't want to talk about it.
J: Right.
He made her drink and she moved to the couch where she drew her knees up to her chest, the glass cradled in her hands, she stared into the fizz and was so close to just breaking down and crying. She heard something and straightened herself a little, almost expecting to see Rafe.
A: I told you Rafe, if you're going to be like this.I don't want to be..Caleb.eh.I.
She turned her head from him to hide her blushing, her tears welling up in her eyes again. He knelt, she turned and watched him. Where was Livvie? What was he doing?
C: Shh.
A: No Caleb.I'm not in a mood for you tonight.
C: Sorry to hear that. All I want is a dance.
Dance? She turned around and heard for the first time that night, music. Oh.right, it was the dance night. She forgot. It was supposed to be her and Rafe here, not her and Caleb Morley. But lord he looked delicious tonight. She sighed, preparing to turn him down, but he reached up and touched her face lightly, brushing a tear away. That was it for her.
A: A dance then.fine.
He smiled that half smile of his and she melted down into her shoes. Her legs swung out gracefully as she stood and set her glass down. He took her hand and led her to the floor, he didn't want to dance, he wanted her against him. She didn't care; the music came on, a slow song. His arm went around her waist, drawing her against his bare chest; she tried to hide her smile with little success, he watched her, brown eyes glinting in amusement. They did dance for a while, she loosened up a little after a few songs, he was good. But she was more interesting in watching his body move than moving with it. This was wrong, she didn't care. Rafe was hardly there for her lately, this was different.
The night was proceeding somewhat quickly, before long she was curled up around him on the couch, wanting him more and more. She remembered suddenly that he was a vampire; all of this had to be a trick.
A: You're tricking me.
C: What makes you say that?
A: You're just doing this to get close to Rafe.I know you.
She pushed away from him and stood; he watches her and shakes his head.
C: Come on, I'll take you home.
A: I don't want to go home.
Home, where Rafe was; no she didn't want to go there. Their fights were getting more and more vocal, it wasn't anything too violent. But she told him she wasn't going to come back here until he proved that he could calm down enough to actually speak to her like a human. She was so close to tears again, in anger and confusion she leaned over against him, her hands going around his waist. He stood still for a moment, almost like a model, before laying his hands on her back and holding her there, his chin against her head.
C: Like I said, home.
It dawned on her then that he didn't mean her home, he meant his. She smiled a little and nodded staring at her feet, that was embarrassing and now he was taking her home with him. He walked out before her, to wait for her. She moved towards the door, Jack stopped her.
J: What are you doing?
A: Going out, Jack.
J: With him? Are you crazy?
A: Probably, but I want something different and I intend to get it.
J: Then I should warn you that he and Livvie have been fighting recently.he's just looking to get back at her.
A: Then we're in the same boat.
And that was that. She left with Caleb, he took her back to his apartment and she didn't mind at all. This was too much; she was alone in a fire lit room with a man that looks amazing surrounded by that light. She smiles a little and watches him.
A: Caleb.why did you bring me here?
He smiled again, god what a face. She was too upset for this, any man was better than Rafe, this was horrible.
C: You didn't want to go home, where was I supposed to take you?
A: Bed?
C: Excuse me?
She made a face and shook her head. She was having a long day. He came towards her, his hand going to her face again, supporting it as he leaned over and kissed her. His lips were amazing, soft and sensual. Not what you expect from a vampire, especially Caleb. She smiled and went with it. His touch was so gentle and so arousing she almost couldn't stand it. His mouth had moved to her neck, she didn't even care if he bit her then, he just felt so good on top of her, his naked skin against hers, he took her and she didn't care.
Lying on the ground of his apartment, Alison was in rapture, her skin prickled with sweat. She rolled over onto her side, an arm draping around the man she was with, he laid there with his head turned to one side, watching the embers extinguish themselves. His fingers trailed across her lower back and arm, sly smile etched into those perfect lips. Rafe was going to kill him for this, and he didn't care a bit.
She moved slowly, her white dress swishing as she walked to the bar and slipped onto a stool. Jack watched her carefully.
A: Club Soda.
J: You alright there Alison?
A: Not quite.I don't want to talk about it.
J: Right.
He made her drink and she moved to the couch where she drew her knees up to her chest, the glass cradled in her hands, she stared into the fizz and was so close to just breaking down and crying. She heard something and straightened herself a little, almost expecting to see Rafe.
A: I told you Rafe, if you're going to be like this.I don't want to be..Caleb.eh.I.
She turned her head from him to hide her blushing, her tears welling up in her eyes again. He knelt, she turned and watched him. Where was Livvie? What was he doing?
C: Shh.
A: No Caleb.I'm not in a mood for you tonight.
C: Sorry to hear that. All I want is a dance.
Dance? She turned around and heard for the first time that night, music. Oh.right, it was the dance night. She forgot. It was supposed to be her and Rafe here, not her and Caleb Morley. But lord he looked delicious tonight. She sighed, preparing to turn him down, but he reached up and touched her face lightly, brushing a tear away. That was it for her.
A: A dance then.fine.
He smiled that half smile of his and she melted down into her shoes. Her legs swung out gracefully as she stood and set her glass down. He took her hand and led her to the floor, he didn't want to dance, he wanted her against him. She didn't care; the music came on, a slow song. His arm went around her waist, drawing her against his bare chest; she tried to hide her smile with little success, he watched her, brown eyes glinting in amusement. They did dance for a while, she loosened up a little after a few songs, he was good. But she was more interesting in watching his body move than moving with it. This was wrong, she didn't care. Rafe was hardly there for her lately, this was different.
The night was proceeding somewhat quickly, before long she was curled up around him on the couch, wanting him more and more. She remembered suddenly that he was a vampire; all of this had to be a trick.
A: You're tricking me.
C: What makes you say that?
A: You're just doing this to get close to Rafe.I know you.
She pushed away from him and stood; he watches her and shakes his head.
C: Come on, I'll take you home.
A: I don't want to go home.
Home, where Rafe was; no she didn't want to go there. Their fights were getting more and more vocal, it wasn't anything too violent. But she told him she wasn't going to come back here until he proved that he could calm down enough to actually speak to her like a human. She was so close to tears again, in anger and confusion she leaned over against him, her hands going around his waist. He stood still for a moment, almost like a model, before laying his hands on her back and holding her there, his chin against her head.
C: Like I said, home.
It dawned on her then that he didn't mean her home, he meant his. She smiled a little and nodded staring at her feet, that was embarrassing and now he was taking her home with him. He walked out before her, to wait for her. She moved towards the door, Jack stopped her.
J: What are you doing?
A: Going out, Jack.
J: With him? Are you crazy?
A: Probably, but I want something different and I intend to get it.
J: Then I should warn you that he and Livvie have been fighting recently.he's just looking to get back at her.
A: Then we're in the same boat.
And that was that. She left with Caleb, he took her back to his apartment and she didn't mind at all. This was too much; she was alone in a fire lit room with a man that looks amazing surrounded by that light. She smiles a little and watches him.
A: Caleb.why did you bring me here?
He smiled again, god what a face. She was too upset for this, any man was better than Rafe, this was horrible.
C: You didn't want to go home, where was I supposed to take you?
A: Bed?
C: Excuse me?
She made a face and shook her head. She was having a long day. He came towards her, his hand going to her face again, supporting it as he leaned over and kissed her. His lips were amazing, soft and sensual. Not what you expect from a vampire, especially Caleb. She smiled and went with it. His touch was so gentle and so arousing she almost couldn't stand it. His mouth had moved to her neck, she didn't even care if he bit her then, he just felt so good on top of her, his naked skin against hers, he took her and she didn't care.
Lying on the ground of his apartment, Alison was in rapture, her skin prickled with sweat. She rolled over onto her side, an arm draping around the man she was with, he laid there with his head turned to one side, watching the embers extinguish themselves. His fingers trailed across her lower back and arm, sly smile etched into those perfect lips. Rafe was going to kill him for this, and he didn't care a bit.