I'm sorry this took so long; I just wasn't getting any good ideas. Well, I finally got some and now all of you patient readers can read it! I hope you all enjoy it!
Chapter 7
"So you're sure no one's home?" Jean asked. She looked up at Duncan with a nervous smile and squeezed his hand. She watched him unlock the back door of his house and they slipped inside. He locked the door behind them.
"Positive." Duncan said flipping a switch, overhead lights flashed on shining white light onto a living filled with comfortable, expensive looking furniture. Jean slipped her shoes off and her feet touched very soft, beige carpet. Duncan followed suite and guided her through the downstairs living room. Jean took his hand and followed him upstairs. She always hated sneaking into his house late at night, even if it was just for sex. "Why are you shaking?" Duncan asked guiding her up the stairs.
"This is my first time, Duncan, I am a little nervous."
"Don't be, I'm not going to hurt you, much." Duncan turned and smirked mischievously at Jean over his shoulder. She returned the smile and shifted the strap of the bag she had on her shoulder.
When they were upstairs in Duncan's bedroom he locked the door and switched the light on. This wasn't the first time Jean had been in Duncan's bedroom, so she knew the layout. Once she entered, on the opposite wall was his bed, queen. To the left of his bed was his dresser, and opposite his dresser was his desk, equipped with a flat-screen computer monitor, wireless joystick, mouse, and keyboard. Duncan led her over to his bed.
"Relax." He whispered into her ear from behind. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head on her shoulder.
"I feel sick." Jean said.
"It's ok."
Jean sat down on the bed and crossed her arms over her stomach. "I really feel sick, Duncan, I don't think I can do this." Jean started to stand but she fell back to the bed.
"Whoa, take it easy, you want something to drink?"
"No, I'll be fine. Come here." Jean patted the spot next to her and Duncan sat down. He reached out and cupped her face.
"Jean, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"No, I don't. I mean, I don't not want to do this. I do want to. I'm just...a little nervous."
"It's ok, I won't make you do this."
"No, Duncan, really I want to do this, I just..."
"Shh..." Duncan leaned in and kissed her gently, slid his hand up the back of her neck and held her there. "Jean, I won't force you."
"You're not." Jean reached over and took his hand then kissed him. "I just need a little help. I mean, with some of the making out you and I have done in here, you'd think I wouldn't be able to wait to sleep with you, but..."
"Jean, you don't have to explain. I was nervous my first time, too."
"You, Duncan Mathews, right."
"No really, I was. But after the first couple of times, you get over all the fear, and you start to like it. You even get addicted."
"I'm sure."
"You ok now?"
"Yeah." Jean leaned over and kissed him.
"You just need a little push, right?"
"Right." Jean grabbed Duncan's hands and pushed him down to his bed pinning him there.
"You faker." He said up to her. Jean smirked down at him and began teasing him with kisses.
"I just needed to hear you say some things first. I'm ok, actually, I can't wait to sleep with you."
"Really?" Duncan raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Yes, really. Now let's getting you out of these." Jean said reaching down and loosening Duncan's shirt from his pants. While she was busy with that, Duncan captured her in a hot kiss, running his hands down her back and into the back pockets of her jeans. With that, Jean got to work on his pants.
"Jean, you know you're..."
"Be quiet." Jean snapped at him with a smile. "And lay still." Jean sat up and pulled Duncan's shirt over his head to reveal his well-built body. She'd seen him with fewer clothes on than this, but never further than his boxers. She really did start to get nervous when it began to go past that. Tonight, though, was a night to let go and go wild, something Jean had wanted to do for a very long time.
Jean repositioned herself so that she was straddling Duncan's waist and holding him. Duncan laid his hands on her hips and applied the slightest pressure. Jean threw her head back and laughed in her throat. His touch always excited her.
"Jean..."
"I said be quiet." Loosening his belt and undoing the buckle, Jean leaned down pulling the whole thing from the loops and capturing Duncan in a passionate kiss.
"This is taking too long." Duncan complained when Jean let him go. "I want to get down to business."
"Yeah, me too." Jean slipped her shirt off then her pants. Getting off the bed she stood at the foot of it and began to remove her undergarments. She could tell Duncan was tensing up. Crawling back on the bed, Jean removed Duncan of the rest of his clothes, and finally looked at him.
"Jean." Duncan took hold of her hips and pulled her to him. She smiled at him, touched him. She was ready for this. "Come on." Jean slid herself closer, closer to Duncan, closer to pleasure...
Closer to true love.
Jean's eyes shot open and she sat up, finding herself in a bed. A pair of strong, gentle hands pushed her back down slowly. "What happened?" Jean asked quietly, looking up into Scott's glasses.
"You passed out. We were all doing tequila shots downstairs, and let's just say you had one too many."
Jean laughed out loud and was quickly quieted with a kiss and pushed back down, her arms quickly being pinned above her.
The next time Jean awoke, she found herself in an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar sheets, in an unfamiliar surrounding. She sat up slowly, feeling something big and baggy move around her. It was an oversized sleeping shirt, one of Scott's. Was she in his apartment? She had it made very clear that when they first got together six months ago that they were to never be in his apartment, lest Taryn should walk in on them, because according to Scott, she had his keys. Jean sat up a little more, pain searing through her head. Not another hangover, she cursed at herself. She heard fumbling in the kitchen.
"Scott?" she called. She got an immediate answer.
"Don't move, I'll be in, in a minute." Scott called back. Jean heard more fumbling and the tinkling of ceramic. A wonderful smell reached her nostrils just seconds before Scott appeared carrying a tray of eggs, bacon, and toast, with coffee, juice, and what looked like two extra strength Tylenol. "Breakfast in bed?"
"Only you." Jean responded as Scott settled the tray on its legs in front of her. He buttered her toast while Jean popped the pills with the juice. "Thank you, you didn't have to."
"Well, you slept like a baby last night, and I knew you weren't going to wake up for a while, but I was wrong. Around nine you started shifting a lot and I knew it wouldn't be long before you were awake, so I got started on this."
"Did you eat?" Jean asked taking a bite of the toast.
"Yeah, I ate while making your breakfast. I made the same thing for myself." Jean managed a weak smile and continued with the toast. "Something bothering you? You're very quiet."
"My head hurts." Jean said between bites of toast.
"Something other than that."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Jean..."
Jean sighed, defeated. "Ok, my landlord threatened to kick me out."
"Why?" Scott looked at her and began buttering her second piece of toast. "Did you do something you weren't supposed to?"
"No, I just haven't been paying the rent. I, uh, got fired from the bookstore. I haven't been showing up lately."
"What, Jean! I thought you were doing better. What happened?"
"I just... I haven't been doing as well as you thought I have. I don't know, Scott." Jean started to pick at her eggs and wound up throwing her fork down on the plate and scattering some of the eggs on the bed. "I'm sorry, Scott, I'll clean it." Jean started to pick up the eggs with her napkin.
"No, stop, I can do it." Scott said taking the napkin from her. "Just relax, it's ok. I have to clean these anyway. Keep eating, it' all right."
"I can't." Jean said putting her fork down again. "I can't eat. I'm not hungry."
"You just want to talk?" Scott asked throwing the napkin out in the garbage. Jean nodded and wiped away the few tears that had begun to slide down her cheeks. Scott sat back down next to her, moved the tray over to his nightstand, and then reached an arm across her shoulders pulling her to him. "Is that all that's been bothering you, because it seems like there's more?"
"No, well, yes. I had a dream about the first time I slept with Duncan last night, after I passed out at the party. I... liked it, Scott. I remember that night fondly. It may have been my first time, period, and I may have been inexperienced, but, I loved it, and I loved him. I think... I think I miss Duncan, Scott."
Scott's eyebrows drew together when Jean looked at him with longing in her eyes, and he didn't know if it was for him or for Duncan. He knew that she had indeed loved him, and she told him such several times in the past, it had been the topic of their many arguments they had had in their teenage years with each other. Scott reached out and wiped away the fresh tears that caressed her cheeks and cupped her jaw.
"You can move in with me, you know."
"You're changing the subject."
"You don't want to talk about that anymore, I can tell. I know you well, Jean. with each other. Scott reached out and wiped away the fresh tears that caressed her cheeks and cupped her jaw.
"You can move in with me, you know."
"You're changing the subject."
"You don't want to talk about that anymore, I can tell. I know you well, Jean. You're my best friend." Scott stroked her cheek tenderly watching a small smile form on her lips. Jean turned her face so she could kiss his hand.
"Wouldn't Taryn get suspicious, though?"
"She might, but I have plenty of explanations in mind, don't worry."
"You mean you have plenty of lies you could tell her?"
"What do you mean 'lies'?"
"Scott, you've been lying to her this whole time about and you and I. I'm not telling you to tell her truth, that we've been sleeping together for almost seven months, but I'm telling you to stop digging the whole you've gotten yourself into. The deeper you keep digging, the harder it's going to be to get out in the end." Jean watched Scott's eyebrows draw together in confusion. "What I mean is that, by lying to Taryn all this time, you've been digging a hole for yourself, and by continually lying to her you've just been making it deeper, and therefore, in the end when she catches you, it's going to be difficult for you to climb out, so to speak."
Scott looked at her and brushed a piece of her hair from her eyes. He hesitated before speaking, sighed quietly. "So you're basically telling me to stop lying to her."
"Yes, but I'm not telling you to tell her the truth, unless you want to and get yourself out of the hole now."
"No, I'll stop digging, and you're going to continue eating." Scott brought the tray back over and set it back down in front of her. "I think it's still warm." He tasted the eggs. "Yup, still warm. Oh." He looked up as he heard the phone ring. "Here, you eat, I'll get that. I'll be right back." He promised getting up from the bed. He leaned back down and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I promise."
Jean sat there munching on her breakfast and listening to Scott out in the livng room. "Yeah, sure, how long? Ok, yeah, I'll be there. I will pick you up. Yes, don't worry, Taryn."
Jean stiffened when she heard that name. "Yes, I'll be right over. Yes, we can hang out here after. Yeah, sure. Ok, I love you, too. See you soon, bye baby. Bye, I love you. I'm hanging up now. Bye, Taryn."
Jean chewed her food slowly as Scott walked back in, a wide grin on hid face. "I have to go pick Taryn up at the bus depot, but I have a few minutes before I have to leave. Where were we?" Scott sat back down slowly beside Jean. "I think we were discussing you moving in, if necessary."
"Scott, you know what, thank you for making me breakfast, I appreciate it, but I have to go home. I have some stuff to finish up before I go back to class tomorrow. So, can you drive me back to my apartment?"
"You ok?" he asked stroking a piece of her hair.
"Yeah, I just remembered, I'm sorry."
"No, no it's ok. I'll let you change then I'll take you home." Scott got off the bed.
"Thanks." He leaned in to kiss her but Jean turned her head. Scott was perplexed by her motion. He stood and walked to the door, told her where her dress was. "I love you."
"Yeah." Jean was looking away from him.
"Take your time." Then he shut the door.
Ten minutes later Scott was driving Jean back to her apartment. When they got there, she thanked him again, told him she'd consider his offer to move in with him, and then walked away. Scott watched her go, her knew something was wrong, he just couldn't figure out what it was.
"Pick up the phone, Jean, I know you're there." Scott said into the receiver.
"Scott, are you coming back?" Taryn called from his bedroom.
"Yeah, in a few minutes. I'm just... checking something." Scott called back.
"What?"
"Just something."
"What? Tell me." Taryn said appearing in the doorway to the living room, her naked body wrapped in the top sheet.
"I just have to check something, I'll be right back."
"But I miss you." Taryn walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I miss you, too. Just give me a minute."
"Ok." Taryn kissed between his shoulder blades. "I'll be waiting."
I'm sure, Scott thought to himself. "Are you done?" a voice asked him.
"Jean! How long have you been there?"
"Call me when you're done. I don't want to interrupt your time together." Jean's voice was calm, solemn and toneless. Scott felt afraid for a moment.
"No, Jean, please listen. I'm..." the line clicked, "sorry." Scott said to himself.
"Scott..." Taryn called.
"What?"
"Are you coming back to bed or not?"
"Yeah, another minute, baby."
"Scott, get in here now!"
Author's Note: Well, Taryn is certainly and impatient bitch! That certainly took a while for me to write, I'm sorry it took so long, you guys. Like I said up top, I just wasn't getting any good ideas. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, REVIEW PLEASE!!
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