~AFTER HE LEFT, ANOTHER COMES TO PLAY
Author's Note: Same note as last. It's the continuation of the previous chapter (of course!). Yes, my friend, Savannah, and the whole song deal by Tracy Chapman is still involved here—and another acknowledgment goes to my other friend Stacey, who let me listen to another song, but this time by Faith Hill, (HEY you guys! ^_^ thanx very much for the inspiration!), which also inspired this chapter.
Special Dedication: Ddasian…sayin' this story is the best ^_^ not entirely true, but thanx anyways!
She dove back into the warm water, covering her body with the bubbles that hilled the disturbance of the surface. Her head was the only thing at surface. She stared blankly into the face of the person who had just entered the bathroom; he only stared back at her; gazing into her soft blue eyes, and she gazing into his.
His rough face, semi-long hair, and muscular build…
"Billy!" she screamed, reaching over for one of the candles, ready to throw it at him.
"Whoa! I didn't know anyone was in here!" he exclaimed embarrassingly as Jill quickly turned away from him. "Can you put the candle down?" he said, looking over to her hand in which she still carried the candle. She turned around a bit and placed the candle some place adjacent to the other candles and incenses.
"I need to piss, so can you turn away or something?" he asked her, walking up to the toilet, which was placed right next to the tub itself.
Jill's face flushed a deep red as she saw him reach down for his zipper; she couldn't help herself as so much she could resist doing something.
"Ahem," Billy said, looking down at her in confusion and awkwardness.
"Sorry," she said, turning her head away, although it was a bit hard to maneuver in the tub since she was still trying to cover herself. Once she was fully turned around, she heard the zipping of his zipper unzipping in the enclosed and silent bathroom. She could then suddenly hear the trickling of his urine flowing into the bowl of the toilet, and along with the trickling; she could hear a soft sigh of relief from him; this had suddenly turned her on, just a bit.
"Are you done yet?" she asked him, still turned away.
"Just—just a bit more," he responded, shaking out the rest. "There ya go," he said, sighing in relief again.
She finally turned around and saw that he hadn't flushed. "Hey, aren't you gonna flush?!" she exclaimed after him.
"Hey, if its yellow, let it mellow, if it's…agh, I can't remember the rest, but whatever…" he said, turning his back on her, and as soon as he did, Jill got up out of the tub, still bare, revealing all aspects of her smooth soapy body, just to flush the toilet…she was all about good hygiene. But then the unimaginable happened—Billy Coen had turned around coincidentally as she did get up out of the tub.
"BILLY!" she screamed, dropping immediately back into the water, splashing it almost everywhere, overflowing over the rims of the tub and splashed onto the tiled floor.
"Ji-Ji-Ji—Jill," he stuttered, still staring at her in sheer amazement. He had just seen Jill's entire body for almost half a minute! Her slim, smooth, trickling with water and soap, every bit of perfection, body! He didn't know if it was her that smelled so good, but the scent of strawberry rising from the depths of the tub—it was sweet and exciting at the same time. He could feel himself give way to pleasure as he took another whiff of that sweet, sweet strawberry scent.
Usually he would feel guilty about looking at other naked women when Rebecca was ever around him for some odd reason or at home with him—
—But she's not here now, is she? He thought menacingly to himself. Now envisioning him and Jill lying together on the couch where she was not too long ago, kissing her and caressing her in every way he can imagine, in ways Rebecca wouldn't let him do, yet. He wasn't ashamed at that moment, he was a guy, what else to do when you see a nude woman?
—There's only one thing you can do… he thought on, still fantasizing about them together, but this time in the tub together, both stripped of their clothes and moving rhythmically together.
"Billy! Billy! BILLY! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT, NOW!" she exclaimed, screaming at the top of her lungs, almost losing air as she did so. And while the doing, she took the bar of soap from its dish and threw it at him with a perfect aim—right on the head. But he still didn't budge, not thinking, no, not wanting to leave her alone.
Bastard… she thought, glaring into his eyes.
She probably likes me—why wouldn't she? He thought narcissistically. She showed me that she had interest earlier—giggling and whatnot when she saw me. Who know, she could've been masturbating about me before I entered…
You could dream on, you sick-o! Jill thought on, still looking at him in astonishment, still not believing that he just wouldn't leave!
He couldn't help but stare at her, her perfect blue yes, reddish-brown hair, that scrutinizing, yet sexy and angelic face, her skin aglow in the dim light of the candles; he hair was plastered onto her face, almost—just almost—like it would in the heat after perspiration after a hot and passionate night together under the same covers (or with no covers at all!).And all she did was stare straight at him, and he saw her take her arm out of the waters and reach over for something, but was too hypnotized by her sheer beauty to even notice what.
He was staring blankly at her, barely making out the roundness of her breasts through the shrouding bubbles. Billy began to have a rough sensation in his body, mainly down south, though it wasn't foreign. He's had this sensation plenty a time before, with Rebecca—and strangely to everyone else's amazement, was his first lover—his first time to the woman he loved.
KONK!
That's when the bar of soap hit him right on his forehead.
Jill made a grab fro the dish and was just about to throw it at him right after she threw the bar of soap until she saw that boyish glee and desire on his sweet, rough face, for what she now came to know as a want for sex. And then, at that very moment, when she realized it, she felt wanted, and by Billy Coen. He was probably the only other man she didn't have true feelings for, other than Barry Burton. And then she came to her sane senses, immediately snapping out of her short trance, and snapping at Billy once more.
"Billy Coen, get out of this bathroom, right now!" she threw the soap dish, but luckily for him she missed (that dish was made out of glass, and Jill was a pretty good pitcher).
He immediately turned, like a little army man, (not due to the fact that he was an ex-marine), and instantaneously walked out of the bathroom, leaving her, finally, alone.
About fifteen minutes later, Jill finally got out of the tub, still feeling embarrassed and violated because of what had happened not too long ago. Billy, Rebecca's boyfriend, saw her bare body, soaking wet with bubbles. It was horrible to be seen in that state at a very wrong time.
But he looked soooooo…
O! Stop it for Christ's sake! Before you drag yourself into another unwanted situation!
Hours later, Rebecca is still not home, Billy has come back from work, and is now alone with Jill, once again.
Billy sat in his and Rebecca's room, wanting and not wanting to have the temptation to see Jill again, without her clothes, of course, and still bathing hotly in the warmth of the tub with the incenses burning, and that faint smell of sweet strawberries—it was all a great temptation. Then his thoughts ran an extra mile—
—He was now able to imagine her full nude body, washing herself down with a soaping loofa, scrubbing every curve of her almost perfect body, gleaming in the glow of the low-lit candles—but it was all in his dreams. But he also knew about her affairs between Chris and Carlos—but did he really expect her to just fall for him like that, with the snap of his fingers?
He got up off of the edge of the bed and walked out into the hall—bumping into nonetheless but Miss Jill Valentine.
"Jill,"
"Billy,"
They both said to each other, Jill not facing him. After a long moment's silence, Jill finally spoke up. "Is Rebecca not here yet?" (Jill had been in her room from the time being)
"No," Billy responded solemnly, looking away from her even though she never glanced at him.
"Is there anything to eat?"
"No,"
"Then I'll go get something,"
"Okay,"
"Would you like anything in particular, Billy?"
You…
"Billy? Do you want anything?" She asked him more contently, but still not looking at him.
"Huh? Oh, sorry—no, no, it's okay, I'll be fine…"
"Fine, then I'll be back in a sec," Jill said, leaving him in the hall as she exited the apartment building.
Jill was heading for some place she didn't even know yet…she was never gonna go out for food (And a good thing Billy didn't want any…), in fact, she was lost, and lost she will always be…
So is she going to go and find herself again? Regain all that was lost? Or just sniffle at what she did lose and never return—how can she ever return?—to what used to be? These were all things she herself couldn't answer, at least not yet…she'll have to wait…
Author's Note: Yep…she'll have to wait, just like you will for the next chapter ^_^… but this time I promise that I won't take an eternity to put it up…
Next Chapter: I seriously don't know yet…hehehehe