Insatiable:AlchemyDream
A/N: Well, is everyone still enjoying the ride? Hope so. The title and chapter names of this story are derived from an album by Darren Hayes, called Insatiable, of course. It's a pretty sexy album.
Summary: Touch was never considered. Never was it explored, initiated, allowed. Touch closed the space between right and wrong, forever eliminating the line that she relied on.
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Touch was never considered. Never was it explored, initiated, allowed. Touch closed the space between right and wrong, forever eliminating the line that he relied on. He struggled to sever the line that bound him irrefutably from his accidental mistress.
Leaning into the book he had randomly chosen as a decoy from the shelf, Jay rested his world-weary head against the soft cushion of a library chair. When skipping, Jay chose the library often, since it was the least likely place anyone would look for him. The pictures he stared blindly at examined the several colourful sectors of the brain, most of which he was unfamiliar with.
To the left was a list of functions with corresponding numbers. On the proceeding page was a map of the brain, massed in with bright pinks and greens and blues. Not particularly willing to become enlightened, but too tired to argue with his situation, he picked the word that most appealed to him on the left hand box.
04. Happiness.
He swallowed deeply, and looked at the map, locating number four, a bright orange part toward the back called the 'amygdala', which apparently must be kept quiet to avoid negative emotions. Jay snorted to himself. Too bad his amygdala was relatively loud. He picked another word.
09. Consciousness.
Immediately his eyes went to the large yellow mass that indicated the frontal lobes. It made sense that so much space in his brain could be devoted to the thing that he wished not to be.
Jay continued studying the page, mildly interested in the physiology of his head, which often times seemed so fucked up. The bright, nuclear colours made things seem so clean cut and easy!
It was such a strange thing, the transition from day to night. During the night, Jay could be Jay. Moody, lonely, electric, charismatic. During the day, he was hungover, tired, grumpy, and generally displeased with life. During the night, Jay could be a lover, a leaver, a lifer. During the day, he had to be a learner, a listener. What was also unusual was the fact that so little had changed, at least in an outward fashion, in his life. He was still a delinquent, he still dated and fucked the hottest girl in the school, he still scared the young ones. But inside, something had crept up on him. It had stole him away, teased him out of his environment, only to be wrapped around its delicate finger, and unceremoniously jettisoned him out of its world.
And it was walking right up to him at this very moment.
It sat down, three chairs away from him, a tattered, unloved copy of Beowulf in it's claws.
It pulled its blonde hair into a low tail and smacked its gum.
Jay said nothing as Emma seated herself a few seats away, sipping a Red Bull. He wondered if she needed the energy, or she drank it because Manny did. He wondered why he cared. He averted his eyes from her glory and stared at the book in mock interest.
Smell-The Limbic system: Emotions are generated in the limbic system, so the fact that smell information enters your limbic system helps explain why smells can evoke such strong memories and emotions.
The fragrance of early morning shampoo and watermelon gum flooded his senses, just as it always did, playing back memories of sloppy kisses and grinding bodies that only lasted seconds in the overall scope of his seventeen year old life. Jay closed his eyes and let the images come. He'd learned that it was futile to stop them anyways.
Touch- Parietal Lobes (Sensory Cortex): A large proportion of your sensory cortex is devoted to interpreting sensory information from body parts with the most sensory receptors, such as your fingertips, lips and genitals.
Jay felt his face flush as late night fantasies came back to him, his memory reveling in phantom sensations of her hands on his body, ghosting over sensitive skin. He took in a sharp breath and slammed the book shut quickly, getting a quick, but hidden glance from Emma, who was tapping away at her notebook with a pencil as she listened to her green iPod.
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Her pretty, if empty brown eyes followed him as he escaped to the upstairs stacks. Emma removed the ear buds, running a long, tanned hand through her messy bangs, and tugging on the silver hoop in her ear.
A mental battle raged in her head. It had been a few nights since she had seen him, drunk and willing enough to seduce. He had become elusive, hard to reach, which complicated things. Jay was easy. He was a cheap date. Everyone knew it. He knew it. So what was the new development between them that had formed in their physical absence? Had she, God forbid, missed his presence, missed rejecting him, missed their roles, their game? Standing, she quietly padded up the spiral staircase, her eyes darting around for the boy. Tired eyes scanned the shelves of books, finally directed to the open window at the end of the aisle.
His back was hunched over, his legs dangling out the window over the faculty parking lot. He smoked a cigarette, the smoke barely wafting inside the building. Emma stood for a moment, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. When he simply ignored her, she moved to squeeze next to him, taking the cigarette from his plush, pouty lips and throwing it to the ground two stories below. Jay closed his eyes and smirked, shaking his head.
"You're such a bitch." he said.
"So are you." she retorted, matter of factly. "Where have you been?"
"Around. I don't go to those things much anymore." he said after a moment.
"Because of me?" Emma asked. Jay looked at her, angry.
"Are you always so self-obsessed?" he asked. Emma just pursed her lips, in that spoiled manner he was used to. After a minute or two of silence, Jay swung his legs inside, prepared to leave. Emma was not prepared to let him leave. She followed closely, hugging her notebook to her chest. Jay sensed her presence, and smiled, enlightened. He understood now.
It was all a sick, sick game.
He moved quickly, too quick for her to register what had happened. Pressing her back into the shelf labeled Chem./Psyc. Sc.764-Sc.801, Jay melded his lips to hers, barely suppressing a moan, tasting watermelon, toothpaste and energy. Emma reached, grasping for his arms, looking over through one eye curious if anyone was looking. It was daytime, after all, and she had to maintain her reputation. He swatted her hands away, deciding it was his turn for gratification. His tongue invaded her mouth, without the previous permission or question. He did his best to make her uncomfortable, invade her every sense. He understood how his goddess worked now. He knew that she played it dirty, worming her way into his pores, never to be dislodged. He took the few seconds that the furious kiss lasted to enjoy the feel of soft, small breasts pressing into his abdomen, of a smooth, cool cheek against his bristly one, of the pure surprise and discontent he got from her. He smiled against her lips. She hated not being in control.
As quickly as it was initiated, it was over. Jay forcefully separated himself from Emma, moving quickly to descend the stairs and go to his next class. His satisfied smirk didn't fade for hours, not even when Alex kissed him sweetly, not even when he got a much deserved thirty-three on his English test, not even when he found himself alone tangled in his cool sheets under the fan, massaging himself to the memory of the sounds that escaped her mouth as he beat her at her own game.
Most of all came the satisfaction of the torn, confused look in her eyes as he had simply walked away, barely disguising the fact that she, much like he had been all those nights before, was left hungry, lonely, disappointed, and irredeemably, irrepressibly, irreparably insatiable.
End.
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I enjoyed writing this. I loved the role reversal of Emma and Jay, it was refreshing to write and imagine. Hope it lived up to all your expectations! Reviews are love! XOXO.