Like Poetry to Wine
Disclaimer -Though to my dismay, I do not own any of the characters or anything regarding Fox's television show The O.C. However, if there ever is an auction and I could opt in purchasing an Alex of my own, please contact me ASAP!
-Author Note- Story begins near end of February 3rd's episode, The Second Chance, and continues after. Furthermore, this is my first OC fic and first posted on the site, so don't be toooooo mean .
Italics – thoughts
GAH! What has gotten into me? She screamed in her head. It had been about two weeks since Marissa had first stayed over Alex's home, and there was no explanation for the thoughts cycling through her mind. There was just this unexplainable urge…this…need to make the older girl smile, to give her anything she wanted. Over time it had grown to develop into what "CosmoGirl" thought of as an example of two girls simply getting close and connecting on a level that couldn't happen with a guy. But was that it? Marissa threw her head into her pillows and debated over and over what her plan of action would be.
Don't want to freak her out…she just got out of two, count 'em two, relationships with Seth and then of course Jodi. She rolled her eyes. I don't know how Alex could have ended up with that wench in the first place! She placed her hand over the jeweled heart now tied around her neck, closed her eyes, and smiled, reminiscing of that night when they were mere inches from one another. M had been trying to get her attention for days now, and when she thought she had it, she of course stormed off running.
Rachael Yamagata was set to play at the Bait Shop, one of her favorite artists, so she'd have an excuse to be there. And if Alex still wanted to be her friend, even better! She grabbed her keys and hopped into the '05 Mustang sitting outside and sped to the all ages club.
Paying the entry fee, Marissa walked into the club, the sultry lyrics and piano playing of Yamagata taking over her ears. Descending the stairs to the main floor, she spotted Alex, alone, standing in the crowd of couples. This is it, now or never, and she walked over to the blonde and snatched her hand, entwining their fingers together. Alex turned and smiled, Marissa returning it and letting out a sigh of relief. The older girl's grip tightened and she took a step closer, their sides now touching, and they both stood so until the keys stopped their pounding and the voice stopped its singing. Turning to one another, Alex responded first.
"I'm…uh…sorry about earlier. I made it seem like I didn't want you to stay anymore…which is COMPLETELY untrue!" They laughed, and sat down at a table waiting for the club to vacate. "But I still have to know what you want from me…"
Marissa flushed and took a sip out of her vodka and orange juice. "To be honest Alex," she looked at the girl, letting her guard down completely, "I don't even know." Alex nodded and stood up, noting that the club was empty.
"We should probably get going. You can stay at my place for the night. I don't want you driving that yummy car of yours smashed." She smiled and Marissa chuckled, consenting.
Greatness. I still don't know where I stand after that move! Must remind myself to give credit to boys for dealing with us!
But at that moment, by surprise, Alex took her hand smiling as they walked out of the hall to her jeep.
On the quick drive to Alex's apartment, the two kept silent, just listened to the tunes of Rilo Kiley and Interpol. They arrived at the small space in record timing, and Alex turned off the Jeep.
"Tomorrow morning I can take you to get your car. Then you need to start going to school little lady," she smirked and Marissa giggled.
"Ah fine. Meaniehead," playfully pushing her. "Let's get inside, it's freezing out here!" The two waltzed into the cozily heated apartment and then it was down to business.
"Marissa…we really need to figure out what's going on here…"
"I know … I know…" she responded and plopped herself onto the nearby couch. "But I'm really tired and I can tell you are too. I'll sleep on the couch and we can figure this all out in the morning if that's cool?" She laid her head down and looked up at the other girl. I need to stop acting like this, it's bound to annoy her…but what if she doesn't want what I do? Friendship gone kaplooey!
"Ah you have a point. But come on," she grabbed Marissa's hand and pulled her off the couch to the direction of the room.
"Nooo I was comfy!"
"No you weren't. I had to sleep on that couch when Jodi was here, and it's far from comfy. There's enough room in my bed." And the flushed simultaneously.
"If you say so," she smiled. "Hey, Alex? I feel bad but could I borrow a top to sleep in?" She had already worn enough of her clothes, but sleeping in the bed topless…didn't sound like a good idea at the time.
"Sure, here," she tossed a band shirt with the name The Faint at her and proceeded to change clothes. First went the shirt, but quickly replaced by another one, then the skirt. Marissa depantsed, then feeling self conscious, sat down on the bed. One might have thought someone else in the room was disappointed, but as to whom, psh, who knows teheh? She took off her shirt then before putting on the new top felt a hand brush the small of her back, causing a tingle to move up her spine and through her body.
"The tattoo turned out pretty good," Alex said quietly before hitting the lights and hopping on the bed. "I think you should get a little star right around," and she gently touched each of Marissa's sides, "here." Marissa slowly put the shirt on, waiting for another suggestion.
"We'll see," she lay down and got under the covers, and the other girl lay beside her, lights off.
"I'm sorry if I'm being forward here M, but would it be too much to ask if we could be a little," she got under the covers and scooted closer, "closer?"
"No, not at all," in the dark they could see each other's smiles. Alex placed her hand on the small of Marissa's back and moved even closer, to the point where every inch of them was touching except they're mouths. What am I doing what am I doing? Alex thought. This girl is as straight as you can get! Rich, with an ex boyfriend worthy of the cover of Esquire! Must stop before I do something stupid. Marissa lay her head on the other girls and found her free hand and clenched it. They both took a deep breath and released, before Alex nuzzled into the new girl's neck and whispered,
"Good night."
Yay my first chapter is up! Hope you likeyed! We need some more Alex/Marissa stuff up before the girl's off the show sobs it makes me wewy sad.
Well anyways, review please! The more reviews I get the faster I pump out a new chapter. But I'll do that anyways just because I want to get to thefun parts D
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