Like Poetry to Wine: Chapter 7: You Will Always Be a Light
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's Note – I GREATLY apologize for the long wait! LOTS OF DRAMA AND …. STUFF! BUT THANK YOU TO ALL THE REVIEWERS –hugs- Hope you like this one. Should be fun But I think after this there will be only one more chapter loves.. I intend on creating a sequel though, so don't fret.
Something sad? Since Alex has gone I haven't bothered watching the show and it used to be my favorite thing besides The L Word and Sex and the City! See Mr. Schwartz! That's what happens when you fSck with characters that r0x0r!
Italics – Thoughts
"MOM?"
"MARISSA!" Alex dropped down to the bed, and rolled off to the other side. She was not ready for this. She was almost positive that Julie had seen her, but whether she knew who the perp was, no idea. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! She thought as she grabbed any nearby clothing, slipping it on while listening to the conversation that began. "What do you think you're doing! In MY house!"
"What are you doing home! And it's not your house. It's Caleb's, remember?" Marissa stood up, wrapped in the sheets from the bed, and hit the off button on the TV's remote.
"I told you earlier I was going to be home early today to get pictures of the house for the magazine." Double shit. Cameras. Just what I need. Alex thought as she hid behind the bed, wearing her pants, bra, and jacket; her shirt and underwear were MIA. "And yes, it's not my house per se, but I am your mother. And I am not going to permit this sort of activity! Who's the new beau Marissa? Back with Ryan? Or is the gardener back from leave?" Interesting. A gardener eh? Feeling a little jealous, Alex just shook her head, smiling it off, and waited for what Marissa's response would be.
"Fuck, you're such a hypocrite mom!" Her voice was getting even louder, and Alex was more than sure that the guests heard. "Remember Luke? Guess not. Well if it's any consolation, it's not Ryan, and it's not the gardener either." Marissa got quieter. "Her name's Alex. And if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to get some clothes on and get packed because I am not dealing with you right now." Marissa walked to behind the bed and grabbed Alex, who was caught a tad off guard by the whole coming out and becoming homeless deal.
"Hi Missus Cooper-Nichol, sorry we had to meet on such circumstances," Alex said nervously as she saw Julie, mouth to floor, fighting to not scream. "Are you sure about this Marissa?" She whispered to the other girl, picked up her shirt and Elmo undies, and handed Marissa some clothing.
"More than sure, I mean if it's okay with you that is."
"Course babe," Alex smiled and kissed her forehead, before seeing Julie then immediately getting uncomfortable. "I'll get you some stuff from the bathroom then head out. I don't think it's my place to be here right now." Marissa nodded as Alex slipped by Julie, who still looked like she'd been hit with a mallet to the back of the head. Julie simply stared at her daughter as she waltzed around the room, grabbing clothes and the occasional CD and piling it into the suitcase on the bed. Then she snapped out of it when she heard a car drive off.
"I am not letting you leave Marissa." The girl stopped in her tracks, zipped up the bag, turned, and looked at her mother.
"What authority do you have over me Julie?" This was the first time she ever neglected to call her mother any maternal name. "None." She grabbed the bag, put on a pair of Coach sunglasses and walked towards the door.
"If I let you go for now, you promise me we'll have a talk. You won't believe it, but I've changed a lot on my latest excursion," she looked down and had a sudden craving for a gin and tonic. "I've realized things. This," she pointed to the bed and sighed, "Is a big one. But in time I'll come to terms with it. I think we both need a vacation. Just promise me you'll be back soon for a chat." Oddly, Marissa looked at her mom's eyes and didn't feel hatred. Another first.
"Deal."
Alex was letting Marissa stay at her place. As long as she wasn't having too many rowdy parties, it'd be fine. It would be perfect. Love, booze, and indie rock 'n roll. Sure there would be rent to pay, but Coop was already out and about looking for a job. The gals at the Prada store were considering her for a sales associate position. And though laundry would be a bit of a pain, what with she had no idea what she was doing, she made up for it with great food. One would have been surprised at the amazing dinners the girl could concoct, what with the fact she was catered all her life. What was odder was the fact that Marissa didn't even consider Summer as her first option. When she moved out, she had one destination. And if she wasn't accepted... she'd have nowhere to go.
Marissa arrived at Alex's a little later than she normally would have after job shopping one day, about a week or two after the move-in. She figured that her girlfriend needed a little treat for all the crap she was being put through, with an exception of course to the sleepless nights of exploration. She stopped at a record store to pick up the latest album from her new favorite band, Stars, and two Slurpees. Knocking on the door, she was hoping to see a smiling, affectionate Alex, but instead she saw someone with confusion and a look like she may have been crying. Marissa put the gift and drinks down then went to the other girl.
"Hon, what's wrong?" Coop brushed a strand of golden hair from Alex's face, kissed away a rogue tear that had been neglected to be wiped.
"I, uh, well, someone called here, and they made me do some thinking." Alex looked up into Marissa's face, that face of the tomboy buried in Louis Vuitton, the awkward angel of her dreams. She couldn't help but smile, even though that kid from Chino had called, asking for Marissa, telling Alex all his feelings for the girl…that with Lindsay gone he realizes this. Why he spilled the beans for her, who knows. Alex had the urge to call up some pals from back home, give him a taste of L.A. in all its glory. But she was going to play it as calm as possible. She only had a week or so left before the move. And she had continued to neglect to tell Marissa about that as well…how could she leave after all that they've shared? So it had only been a month or more…that's all she needed to realize the definition of true love. Same with him.
"Who called?" Coop was confused. Alex started to shiver and wouldn't make eye contact with those brown doe eyes, or she'd give in and break down. "Alex what's going on!" She pulled the girl close, kissed her hair, whispered it's going to be okay over and over. Alex just held on and inhaled her scent.
"Ryan called. He, he said he still loves you," she whispered, still clinging onto the other girl. She felt Marissa's body tense and she felt she new what was coming. That she had an epiphany too and that this had to end. So she closed her eyes, breathed, and waited. Cosmo girl backed away and looked at Alex's face and smiled.
"That's interesting considering I saw him with some older woman making out mad when I went to the mall and picked up your present!" Alex was confused yet again, and looked at Marissa, who proceeded to laugh. "You didn't actually think I'd leave YOU for that asshole in a wife beater with wannabe Emo hair did you?" She embraced Alex tightly then went and grabbed the slurpees and CD. "Here, these are for you. And smile. I'll always be here," she poked the other girl's slight dimple when she smiled. "No matter what."
"Aw how sweet, a sour watermelon frozen liquid concoction and a shiny disc with tunes perfect for being depressed AND making love simultaneously!" Marissa socked her playfully in the shoulder and proceeded to down the one slurpee while Alex put the CD in.
"I was thinking about getting something pierced, instead of another tattoo, what do you think?" Alex raised her eyebrow and sat herself on the couch.
"Depends on where you're thinking lady." Coop grinned and grabbed the other girl's hand.
"Well first I was thinking of being generic and getting," she took the hand and drifted it down from her neck, to mid-chest, to her exposed to stomach, "this." Alex bit her lip and Marissa knew it was working. "Then again, I know what you're into and thought, 'maybe," she dragged the lightly trembling hand to one of her breasts, "'here?' But that's not really my thing." Alex gulped.
"It'd be hot, but you're right, doesn't really fit. I think another tattoo would be hot. Like those ones I was telling you about," she let her hand fall to the tan hipbones of the other girl and made designs with her fingers, then leaned down and kissed her stomach. Breathing on her skin, she whispered, "We should get matching tats on our hips. Very hot." She moved back up and kissed Marissa lightly.
"Works for me," Coop smiled and brushed Alex's cheek then kissed her chin. "This band is amazing, makes me both want to cry and kiss you until the world blows up simultaneously." Alex smiled and kissed her again, this time she stayed there. A song came on, and Alex nearly stopped kissing the other girl. She'd have to tell her soon. Tonight. But only after Marissa smiles that blissful smile she has after they make love.
As the keyboards and violins clash, the voice continues its song.
Try as he might
He's unable to speak
He grabs her by the hair
He strokes her on the cheek
The bed is unmade
Like everything is
Dark little heaven at the stop of the stairs
Take me like that
Ruin it all
Then build it again by the light in the hall
He drops to his knees
Says, "Please my love please,
I'll kill who you hate,
Take off that dress you won't freeze."
The kiss continues as Alex pulls the two of them up. Not stopping the touch, she drags them to the bedroom, where the song can still be heard nearly as loud, but a tad muted. The urge to cry continues, but she suppresses it. Her hands pull themselves through Marissa's hair as the two begin losing the ability to breathe, but they keep kissing, never-ending.
One more night
That was a good one
One more night
I dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night
That was a good one
One more night
The end should be a good one.
Alex tastes salt as Marissa lets out a single tear. They both have light tears traveling down their cheeks, still kissing, hands roaming on perfect skin and body. Marissa unbuttons Alex's western style shirt and pulls it off, nails digging in on the slightly scarred back of her love. Alex pulls Coop's tank up over her head, breaking the kiss for a millisecond and continuing the bond.
He starts with her back
'Cause that's what he sees
When she's breaking his heart
She still fucks like a tease
Release to the sky
Look him straight in the eye
And tell him right now
That you'd wish he would die
You'll never touch him again
So get what you can
Bleeding him empty just because he's a man
So good when it ends
They'll never be friends
One more night
That's all they can spend.
Manicured nails travel along smooth skin, through conditioned blonde and brown hair, hipbones and thighs. They haven't stopped kissing, and teeth have done some nipping. Cosmo Girl is thinking about what the Amazon warrior before her tastes like. There's sweat, and a little blood. Beneath that she tastes the watermelon slurpee and remnants of a cosmopolitan, and beyond that, music notes. It's almost like her kiss carries with itself the bass to make her body sway. Like her favorite album she listens to when she's missing Alex when she's working all day. It always feels like she's going to die in ecstasy. Alex's mouth is the spike to her heart.
One more night
That was a good one
One more night
I dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night
That was a good one
One more night
The end should be a good one.
The words stop their singing and for the next two minutes it's just the instruments and quiet moans and breathing that are heard. Light from the moon is coming through the window in streams as the girls are still kissing, until the end of the song when they finally part, taking deep breaths, as Alex moves to Marissa's neck. A trail of butterfly kisses on her pulse, and a quick bite on the shoulder that leaves Coop reeling. Alex's hands move down to the pants and unzip them, moving down the torso of the other girl and pulling them down. She heads back up and kisses Marissa, before migrating to her chest. As one of Alex's hands moves to the top of the lacey boy-cut underwear (it's a favorite of Alex's heheee), her mouth takes in the small, but tantalizing breast of her lover. She twirls her tongue around the tip of the nipple and hears Marissa catch her breath. This is an assault on all her senses, and she's not having it. Coop tugs a little on Alex's hair and pulls her back up for a kiss, then rolls on top. Tonight there will be no words. Just glances in eyes and breathing. The way someone is breathing can tell more than any other humanly action. Except for those glints in the eyes. Marissa sees a quick flash in Alex's eyes of surprise then a smile and her breathing is quickening.
Coop practically rips off Alex's tight AE jeans. Her soft, kiss swollen lips lay gentle kisses on the inside of Alex's thigh. She kisses along the outside of the boy undies, sometimes licking, sometimes even taking a snap at the sensitive flesh on the outside of the cotton. Marissa smiles when she hears a gasp and rapid breathing, then she turns and sees Alex's hand grab her's, which she proceeds to clench tightly. When they hold hands it's almost worse than when they kiss. It's something intimate to Marissa. Most girls do it with their best friends, some with anyone. Marissa never even did it with Summer. It's something that takes a lot for her to be comfortable with. The feeling of another human being closing themselves around you. It's almost an issue of trust. And she's never exactly been good with that whole aspect of life. Keeping their hands in tact, Marissa continues with her assault, using her free hand to pull the underwear completely off. Alex has to close her eyes, and even then, she sees the colors spinning around her eyelids. With all the people she's been with, no one had the power to do what Marissa did to her. There could only be one reason. Then the fireworks came and she had to relearn to breathe.
They snuggled under the covers for awhile after that. The CD had long stopped playing so all that they could hear were the occasional shifting of body parts and their breathing. At one point, Marissa laid her chin on her hands which were resting on Alex's chest and looked at the blue eyed girl.
"You're my goddess." Alex smiled and let her fingers entwine themselves in the light brown locks.
"And you're mine." A quick kiss and back to snuggling. It's now or never…Alex thought. "Hey Marissa? I think there's something we should talk about…"
Me and my damn cliffhangers! puts on bulletproof vest and riot gear as to not be attacked by mad readers
I promise I will get the next chapter up quicker than this one! I still apologize for the length of time it took to actually be worked on. Keep up with the reviews!
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