Alright, I really need this warning. EXPLICIT. Happy now? It's only somewhat, so, yeah, please read though! It's only for a moment or two, nothing somebody'd choke the chicken to or something. So anyways, written by me, part of it was inspired by my friend, Nat. I think ehr username is kittyandkaty but I'm not sure. She does, however, have a good story called Lethal Love. SO with that said, please read and review!
Sean sighed, lying back on the bed. "What've you done, Sean? You just completely wrecked your life…again. If you'd just stayed…if you'd just stayed you wouldn't be here. Why'd you have to leave your girlfriend, your home, your life? All for…this? Was it worth it? Better question…why are you talking to yourself?"
A soft knock came from his door. Funny, his door, it didn't feel like his door. It felt like someone else's door. Let us, then, revise that note; a soft knock came from the door.
"Who is it?" Sean asked, turning his head to look at the door.
"It's me," a girl's voice sounded through the wooden door.
"Alright, come in," he groaned, sitting up in the bed.
The girl opened the only thing separating the two of them, and walked gracefully through the room to sit beside Sean. She leaned down, smiling like an angel while her eyes resumed the look of a demon. As if possessed by Providence itself, her tender lips pressed against his own as her tongue glided through his entrance and danced with his tongue.
"Seany?" a voice sounded.
"Des'…" he moaned groggily.
"Seany!" the voice shouted and vicious blasts could be heard through the door.
Sean jumped up off his bed, startled. "Oh, uh, N…Nira. J…Justa sec!" He hurriedly fumbled with the lock on the door and as soon as it was unlocked, the door opened to reveal a very angry Nira. But God was she beautiful, not beautiful like a flower or the way your father says such a thing to your mother, rather, the beautiful that a girl is called when she dresses in scarlet lingerie and lets her fantastic blonde tendrils cascade down her shoulders.
Nira's eyes widened as she noticed Sean's reaction. "Can…can I come in, Seany? I wanna show you something…"
"Er…Yeah, Nira, come in, just, uh…what could you possibly wanna show me in my room?"
Just as soon as Nira came stepped inside his bedroom, Sean closed the door. He turned around to look at Nira, when he saw something he never thought he'd see. At least, not at this point in his life. Not like this…Why does she have to do this…My God, she's so beautiful, I just wanna… as his thoughts trailed on, he marveled at Nira's exposed skin…all of it. From where he stood he could see everything he'd ever hoped for…Only the "right" image wasn't being displayed in his mind. All he could see was a girl standing before him with a white streak through auburn hair, a different build, a different complexion, and a different…everything.
He stepped forward to kiss her tender lips and wrap his arms around her slender build.
She smiled innocently and broke their kiss as she lifted his shirt over his head. This removed article of clothing revealed his muscular build, just short of a perfect tan.
He smiled sheepishly and resumed their kiss, his hand roaming over her silky skin, at first the back and towards her buttocks. His hands resumed their endeavor to the front of her exquisite body, through her thin patch of hair and then further up, over her navel and a bit further to her b cup breasts and…well, you get the picture.
Nira smiled as her boyfriend did this and during this venture, she fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants after feeling the bulge against her pelvis.
"Wake up, sleepy head," an angelic voice said softly.
Sean blinked his eyes a few times, realizing he'd just been involved in the most complex dream he'd ever had. "Nira?"
"Dream well, Seany?" she smiled.
"Er…yeah," he lied, lifting his head from her lap. He glanced at her for a moment. Thank God! She's wearing clothes…Justa dream…wait…if I dreamt that while I was with her, then did she notice… his thoughts drifted. As soon as he'd thought that, he'd felt the part of him begging for exit from his pants. He quickly sat up and leaned over, trying to cover that part of him.
Nira giggled at the sight, "Sean, it's just an erection. I sure hope you're used to it by now." She hadn't meant to be so blatant about the subject, but hell, they were dating, he'd fallen asleep, and dreamt of sex. It was normal; she'd awoken the same way in the morning sometimes…only, not exactly the same.
"Anyways," Sean drifted, rubbing his eyes. "Did we ever finish your algebra?"
Nira shook her head with a small smile.
He laughed and took the book into his hands, "What problem were we at?"
"Ummm…number sixteen," she pointed to it with a pencil, handing him her paper.
Sean nodded and wrote down the equation, "Alright, easy one: 8y+133x."
Nira took the paper back and stared blankly at the paper.
Sean laughed at this and jotted a few things down on the pad, awaiting Nira's reaction.
"Oh! So, erm…x equals…"
"Keep going," Sean smiled.
"Seany, can we just talk about what happened earlier?"
Sean grimaced. "What about it? I'm sorry you got dragged into this, it wasn't fair…I shouldn't be here in the first place…I did something really stupid and it just wasn't fair to make you part of it, is that what you wanna talk about?"
"Seany, don't be like this. I wanna be a part of this! We're together…aren't we?"
"Yes, Nira, we are, but…we don't know anything about each other, you don't know what I did and how screwed up it was."
"What are you talking about? You know all about me, you know that I was the daughter of a super rich family and that they were killed. You know that when I was just fourteen I was raped in a dark alley, you know that when I was sixteen they came back and did it to me again. You know everything about me, Seany…I know about you, too."
"Nira, you don't know a thing about me."
"Uh-huh, I do too! I know your parents are Warren and Paige Worthington and that you lived in New Orleans for four years and that you have the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen and that your wings make you my angel. Is that enough for you?"
Sean smiled slightly, spreading his wings out and kissing Nira's soft, pouty lips. "No, it's not, but thanks, anyways…"
"Seany…" Nira sighed. "Please, if you want me to know something then you need to tell me, I can't guess everything about you."
"You really wanna know?"
"Yes, Sean, if it's that important then I need to know. I wanna know why I got slapped by someone I don't know."
"Fine, Nira, you win. When I was in New Orleans I was staying at Remy and Anna's house…Desiree is their daughter, so I lived with her, too. We started dating just a few weeks ago, but it's not like the first time we ever tried it… We went out once before, and it only lasted a few days, it just didn't feel right. But this time, last time, everything felt right. We were so good together, we kissed and hugged we'd sleep together at nights when Mr. and Mrs. LeBeau were out. Just sleep with each other, not sex or anything…we're both still virgin.
"But just before I came here, obviously, my mom and dad apparently decided my time was up. I had to come home…No matter how much I tried to stay; they said I had to go. I refused to go though, at least, alone. So I talked to Desiree and we decided that we would both go, but when we talked it over with Mr. and Mrs. LeBeau…Mr. LeBeau…didn't agree, to say the least. So, I got angry, I left all of 'em and I just flew here. That's it, the spectacular story of me…happy now?"
"Seany…" Nira whispered, crawling towards him and hugging him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. "Did they…know you came here?"
"I left a note for Desiree," he sighed.
"But she didn't know?"
"I guess not."
"You know that makes me part of an affair?
"I told you I shouldn't have brought you into it…"
"It's all right, Seany…Everything's gonna be alright," she whispered, kissing him briefly.
Sean smiled and kissed Nira once more before falling down on the bed with Nira in his arms. He tugged at the cord on the lamp and the room was suddenly dark.
Nira giggled and continued to kiss Sean as he pulled the blanket over them.
At this point, a certain tall Australian man was walking down the hall towards Sean's room. His plans were innocent enough. He simply wanted to talk to Sean about his actions earlier, say he was sorry, and try to set things straight for Desiree and Sean…despite how little he wanted to do said motions.
When he knocked on the door, he received no reply and took the initiative; one may do well to remember that the two were friends for four years in New Orleans, to simply open the door. What he saw…he regretted seeing.
Sean opened his eyes quickly and turned his head, feeling like he was being watched. And sure enough, he found Izzy standing, appalled, in his doorway, watching Sean and Nira's display.
"Izzy! What the hell are you doing here!"
"I was gonna talk to ye…"
"Alright…Nira, can you…?"
Nira smiled and nodded, crawling out of the bed and walking past Izzy toward her own room.
Sean stood up and eyed Izzy, "What'd you wanna talk about?"
"Doll," he said simply.
