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*A/N: Hey! :-) I know, it has been a while, but I take all the blame, cause I had the job of writing this chapter, so........ Don't worry though, miarae is writing the next one, two even, if I remember correctly. Anyway, hope you are still enjoying this! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Their relationship had abruptly set sail, with the wind chasing it, bringing them together quicker than Rory would normally have allowed. That had been her first small misstep which would lead to skipping several platforms of their relationship altogether. Although they had had some conversations, most of them were spun around a meaningless topic where breathe was wasted and spilled into air that was always thick with tension. Sexual tension. The words now escaped Rory's lips with a certain familiarity and ease. It was an undescribable feeling. Something she couldn't place her finger on or name, since she had never really experienced it before, until she had met Jordan. It was an undeniable feeling. One that stirred her emotions, burned her skin and made her mind wander to places she had never been before.
She had tried to hide everything behind her blue windows, from which she had observed him silently all this time. But every time they would 'accidentally' run into each other, Rory's blood would begin to boil, reaching a sizzling temperature that heated her from the inside out, making her skin burn with desire. Apparently Jordan had sensed it, because those 'accidental' run-ins started to occur more frequently, until they had finally reached a point where they were no longer embarrassed by their longing for each other.
Jordan had taken the next step and asked her out. They had gone to a club, which wasn't Rory's choice for their long awaited first date, but she hadn't said anything about it. It had ended up being even more crowded than she had thought, which forced their bodies to inch together as they danced. The tension had taken over and took advantage of their position, crossing the border Rory had held onto all these years. The temptation could no longer be denied and before they knew it they had been drawn even closer. Hip to hip, chest to chest, so every movement between their bodies could be felt and experienced by one and other.
Rory had never pictured her as someone who would end up on the dance floor grinding with some guy. But her emotions had been pulling the strings tonight and the entire world around them blurred, giving them some privacy, although they had both wanted more. Jordan had slipped two fingers of each hand through one of her belt loops and had pulled her even closer. And before a satisfied moan could escape Rory's lips, Jordan artfully silenced her by placing his lips upon hers. The kiss had been gentle, but hungry, yearning for the release they had wanted for so long. Rory had roughly kissed him back and had willingly set the fast pace that would lead their future relationship. One breathtaking kiss had silently signaled the beginning of their relationship.
Things never slowed down. Both Jordan and Rory had kept discovering new things, on the surface, with their fingers as they had traced every line of each other's bodies. Although they had never went so far as having sex, clothes were taken off when the opportunity was handed to them. Feelings were always left behind, they never were their top priority and they had never exchanged any words about their pasts or recent lives. Their relationship thrived on their loneliness, as it tested their resistance.
Because they had never set one foot in each other's lives before, it came as a surprise to Rory when Jordan had wanted to introduce her to some of his friends.....
*~*~*
.....Rory was sitting on her bed surrounded by books and notes, which were sprawled out around her, when there were three short knocks on her door. A smile appeared on her face as she impatiently waited for him to come in, carrying a large black box which was held closed by the satin ribbon that had been tied around it.
Jordan greeted her with a mischievous grin, as he slowly closed the door behind him, intentionally taking his time to approach her, so he could build up the tension between them. A tension that became almost unbearable for Rory when he took the few steps that were needed to reach her bed. He started to lean in, giving Rory the impression that he was finally going to give in to temptation, but instead he only placed the box right in front of her and briefly met her eyes before standing up straight again.
Rory carefully pulled at the ribbon, curious about what the package was disguising from her eyes. While the satin was still sliding through her fingers, she was already on her way to open the box. A gasp escaped her when she saw the white fabric of something that she couldn't quite make out yet. She reached for it and took it out off the box, holding it in front of her so she could observe it. She immediately realized that the box had a disguising purpose all this time, because the dress she held in front of her wasn't something she would ever wear. It wasn't that short, but the neckline was a little too revealing and wouldn't leave that much for the imagination by the look of the thin straps, that seemed to be designed to slide off her shoulders.
''So, do you like it?'' Jordan asked.
Rory lowered the dress, not letting go of the thin fabric, before answering him. ''It's........... I like the fabric.''
Jordan approvingly nodded. ''So, you'll wear it then?''
''Uhm, for what occasion?'' Rory asked, as she looked at the dress again.
''I was hoping we could go out tonight, to this new club, only a few blocks from here. I asked my friends to meet me there. I thought you might want to meet them.''
''Your friends?'' Rory asked, a little surprised by the fact that he actually wanted to introduce her to his friends, forgetting about the dress for a few reckless seconds.
''Yeah, they've been asking for you. You do want to meet them, right?''
''Of course, but this dress, I don't know if I should wear it to the club.''
''Why not? You like it, don't you?'' Jordan informed.
''Well, yeah, it's beautiful and I love the color, but.......well, I'm not sure if it's........me. I normally don't wear clothes that revealing,'' Rory explained.
''Why not? You'll look beautiful in it.''
Rory shrugged. ''I'm not sure that I would be comfortable wearing this around your friends.''
''You should. You're beautiful and I bought this dress for you, so I could show you off, impress them, you know.''
Rory blushed at both his words and the intensity of his eyes, which seemed to pierce right through her and dared her to show him all of her sides, even the ones she didn't feel comfortable with. But Jordan had brought a lot of her insecurities up to the surface and had forced her to face them, slowly crumbling her shyness in the process. She still blushed at his words and actions now and then, but only because it seemed like it was appropriate. Rory now not only thought about kissing him, but actually had the nerve to follow through with her wishes. And Jordan had taught her all that, although she was now as vulnerable as she had ever been. And with an unclear emotion in his hooded eyes he could persuade her into doing almost everything, and if he wanted her to wear the dress, then she would. It would only be one night.
*~*~*
Rory held on to Jordan's hand as he pulled her through the large crowd. It was only 9.30 and already the dance floors were overcrowded and almost all of the tables were occupied. Rory quickly glanced at the dancing people around her and immediately noticed their clothes, or better yet, lack of. Although she should be comforted by the fact that her dress wouldn't stand out, she still wasn't comforted by this thought. Ever since she had put on the dress she had felt like another person and was extremely self-conscious about every single one of her movements. But after Jordan had complimented her on how she looked in the dress, she had decided to keep it on, to please Jordan.
Her eyes went back to Jordan, as they made their way over to the bar. She could see Jordan wave at a large group of people who were all busy sipping their drinks and bobbing their head to the music. Their motions were interrupted when they spotted Jordan coming near them. Rory could feel their many eyes on her, judging her without words. But Rory didn't lower her head underneath the pressure, she just gripped Jordan's hand tighter and threw them a warm smile, not knowing that they all held an unbroken promise, a secret that would end up bruising her.
*~*~*
After Rory had been introduced to everyone, Jordan had bought her a drink, with just a small amount of alcohol in it. Just enough to start the night off right. Rory had taken it without arguing. She trusted Jordan. Besides, both her and Jordan hardly ever had more than one glass of alcohol. It was a habit they didn't want to get addicted on.
As soon as everyone had finished their drinks they all headed onto the dance floor. The alcohol had given the most of them an extra boost, but Rory couldn't keep up with them, so she moved to the side after three or four songs. She had insisted for Jordan to stay on the dance floor, since he seemed to be having fun.
As another song ended, one of Jordan's friends joined her. She almost immediately remembered his name, Charlie, although he had introduced himself with Charles. It seemed to be a tradition between Jordan and his friends to give everyone a nickname that ended with a y, although they didn't have to come up with one for Rory. They even called Jordan Jordy a few times, which only made Rory smile, because now she would have something to tease him with. But it also reminded her of the fact that he had a whole other life beside the relationship he had with her, and although his friends had fully accepted her, she still felt a little left out.
''Hey, loner,'' Charlie teasingly greeted, as he leaned onto the wall beside her.
Rory smiled at him. ''Can't keep up with them either?''
Charlie shook his head. ''I haven't had enough to drink yet.''
Rory softly laughed at his comment, as she moved her eyes back over to the crowd on the dance floor, trying to find Jordan, although she had trouble finding him.
''Have you and Jordan been dating long?''
''Just a couple of weeks.''
''That's a new personal record, for him,'' Charlie quickly added. ''Most girls don't stick around that long.''
''Why not?'' Rory asked, turning her head towards Charlie once more.
But Charlie didn't answer her, instead he pushed himself off the wall and headed for the bar. Rory wanted to follow him, but before she could, she could feel someone roughly grab her wrist and pull her in the opposite direction. She was dragged through the dancing crowd and into one of the many restrooms. Rory was let go and she stumbled towards the back wall, so she could stable herself, while she heard the door being locked behind her.
''What were you doing?'' Jordan's sharp voice came from behind her, which caused her to turn around quickly.
''Jordan, what.........'' But Rory stopped when she saw Jordan's dangerously narrowed eyes. ''.........what do you mean?''
''I mean with Charlie, what were you two doing?'' he continued impatiently.
''Talking.''
''You were flirting,'' Jordan stated.
''We weren't. We were just trying to get to know each other. Besides, I'm not good at the whole flirting thing.''
''So you're not denying it?''
''I just told you............''
''I don't believe you,'' Jordan said, cutting her off.
''Then don't. You brought me here to meet your friends and I was just trying to be nice.''
''Maybe a little too nice? I mean, you were practically all over him.''
''All over him?! We were.........''
''Yelling won't get you anywhere,'' Jordan interrupted. ''And I don't appreciate you lying to me.''
''I'm not lying to you!''
''Rory,'' Jordan warned, raising his voice slightly.
''I was just having a conversation! I don't even like him in that way! We were......''
Before Rory could finish her sentence, Jordan lifted his hand and a few seconds later she could feel a stinging pain burn her cheek, the result of Jordan's anger. Rory brought her hand up to her cheek, not wanting to believe what had just happened.
''Don't lie to me,'' he calmly said.
Rory, who was more surprised than angry at his action, took a few steps forward and wanted to walk right passed him, thinking that he hadn't meant to hit her and was just caught up in a jealous daze. But Jordan immediately took a step to the side, blocking her passage and letting her know that he was more aware than she would ever know.
''No one will believe you,'' he started, as he lowered his eyes down to Rory, which made him look even more intimidating. ''Remember, they're my friends. It'll always be your word against mine.''
After those threatening words, Jordan had let her go, knowing that Rory wouldn't have the courage to tell his friends about what just happened, or leave him. Simply because he had all the power, over his friends, and her.
*~*~*
This had happened only two days ago. Rory wanted to forgive him and accept the apology that he had given him during their walk back to the campus. And although she had wanted to be afraid and angry at him, she couldn't. He was too irresistable and he knew how to charm her with his clever ways. So she had forgiven him, although the event had stayed on her mind all this time. She had searched for hidden reasons behind his behavior, reasons that went deeper than just jealousy. Maybe he had had a terrible childhood where he only had abusive parents to look up to or maybe he couldn't control his temper. Both were acceptable reasons, although she knew that she was grasping at straws, especially since she didn't know anything about........him. He was still a stranger to her. One she could never really discover, but one she was indeed attracted too.....
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) So.......... Jordan had ended up to be intriguing in a bad way. I hope everyone understands the reason why Rory is still staying with him, for now...... Okay, so thanks again for the reviews and I'll talk to you guys in two chapters, cause it's miarae's time to step up to the plate. Thanks!!! :-)
*A/N: Hey! :-) I know, it has been a while, but I take all the blame, cause I had the job of writing this chapter, so........ Don't worry though, miarae is writing the next one, two even, if I remember correctly. Anyway, hope you are still enjoying this! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Their relationship had abruptly set sail, with the wind chasing it, bringing them together quicker than Rory would normally have allowed. That had been her first small misstep which would lead to skipping several platforms of their relationship altogether. Although they had had some conversations, most of them were spun around a meaningless topic where breathe was wasted and spilled into air that was always thick with tension. Sexual tension. The words now escaped Rory's lips with a certain familiarity and ease. It was an undescribable feeling. Something she couldn't place her finger on or name, since she had never really experienced it before, until she had met Jordan. It was an undeniable feeling. One that stirred her emotions, burned her skin and made her mind wander to places she had never been before.
She had tried to hide everything behind her blue windows, from which she had observed him silently all this time. But every time they would 'accidentally' run into each other, Rory's blood would begin to boil, reaching a sizzling temperature that heated her from the inside out, making her skin burn with desire. Apparently Jordan had sensed it, because those 'accidental' run-ins started to occur more frequently, until they had finally reached a point where they were no longer embarrassed by their longing for each other.
Jordan had taken the next step and asked her out. They had gone to a club, which wasn't Rory's choice for their long awaited first date, but she hadn't said anything about it. It had ended up being even more crowded than she had thought, which forced their bodies to inch together as they danced. The tension had taken over and took advantage of their position, crossing the border Rory had held onto all these years. The temptation could no longer be denied and before they knew it they had been drawn even closer. Hip to hip, chest to chest, so every movement between their bodies could be felt and experienced by one and other.
Rory had never pictured her as someone who would end up on the dance floor grinding with some guy. But her emotions had been pulling the strings tonight and the entire world around them blurred, giving them some privacy, although they had both wanted more. Jordan had slipped two fingers of each hand through one of her belt loops and had pulled her even closer. And before a satisfied moan could escape Rory's lips, Jordan artfully silenced her by placing his lips upon hers. The kiss had been gentle, but hungry, yearning for the release they had wanted for so long. Rory had roughly kissed him back and had willingly set the fast pace that would lead their future relationship. One breathtaking kiss had silently signaled the beginning of their relationship.
Things never slowed down. Both Jordan and Rory had kept discovering new things, on the surface, with their fingers as they had traced every line of each other's bodies. Although they had never went so far as having sex, clothes were taken off when the opportunity was handed to them. Feelings were always left behind, they never were their top priority and they had never exchanged any words about their pasts or recent lives. Their relationship thrived on their loneliness, as it tested their resistance.
Because they had never set one foot in each other's lives before, it came as a surprise to Rory when Jordan had wanted to introduce her to some of his friends.....
*~*~*
.....Rory was sitting on her bed surrounded by books and notes, which were sprawled out around her, when there were three short knocks on her door. A smile appeared on her face as she impatiently waited for him to come in, carrying a large black box which was held closed by the satin ribbon that had been tied around it.
Jordan greeted her with a mischievous grin, as he slowly closed the door behind him, intentionally taking his time to approach her, so he could build up the tension between them. A tension that became almost unbearable for Rory when he took the few steps that were needed to reach her bed. He started to lean in, giving Rory the impression that he was finally going to give in to temptation, but instead he only placed the box right in front of her and briefly met her eyes before standing up straight again.
Rory carefully pulled at the ribbon, curious about what the package was disguising from her eyes. While the satin was still sliding through her fingers, she was already on her way to open the box. A gasp escaped her when she saw the white fabric of something that she couldn't quite make out yet. She reached for it and took it out off the box, holding it in front of her so she could observe it. She immediately realized that the box had a disguising purpose all this time, because the dress she held in front of her wasn't something she would ever wear. It wasn't that short, but the neckline was a little too revealing and wouldn't leave that much for the imagination by the look of the thin straps, that seemed to be designed to slide off her shoulders.
''So, do you like it?'' Jordan asked.
Rory lowered the dress, not letting go of the thin fabric, before answering him. ''It's........... I like the fabric.''
Jordan approvingly nodded. ''So, you'll wear it then?''
''Uhm, for what occasion?'' Rory asked, as she looked at the dress again.
''I was hoping we could go out tonight, to this new club, only a few blocks from here. I asked my friends to meet me there. I thought you might want to meet them.''
''Your friends?'' Rory asked, a little surprised by the fact that he actually wanted to introduce her to his friends, forgetting about the dress for a few reckless seconds.
''Yeah, they've been asking for you. You do want to meet them, right?''
''Of course, but this dress, I don't know if I should wear it to the club.''
''Why not? You like it, don't you?'' Jordan informed.
''Well, yeah, it's beautiful and I love the color, but.......well, I'm not sure if it's........me. I normally don't wear clothes that revealing,'' Rory explained.
''Why not? You'll look beautiful in it.''
Rory shrugged. ''I'm not sure that I would be comfortable wearing this around your friends.''
''You should. You're beautiful and I bought this dress for you, so I could show you off, impress them, you know.''
Rory blushed at both his words and the intensity of his eyes, which seemed to pierce right through her and dared her to show him all of her sides, even the ones she didn't feel comfortable with. But Jordan had brought a lot of her insecurities up to the surface and had forced her to face them, slowly crumbling her shyness in the process. She still blushed at his words and actions now and then, but only because it seemed like it was appropriate. Rory now not only thought about kissing him, but actually had the nerve to follow through with her wishes. And Jordan had taught her all that, although she was now as vulnerable as she had ever been. And with an unclear emotion in his hooded eyes he could persuade her into doing almost everything, and if he wanted her to wear the dress, then she would. It would only be one night.
*~*~*
Rory held on to Jordan's hand as he pulled her through the large crowd. It was only 9.30 and already the dance floors were overcrowded and almost all of the tables were occupied. Rory quickly glanced at the dancing people around her and immediately noticed their clothes, or better yet, lack of. Although she should be comforted by the fact that her dress wouldn't stand out, she still wasn't comforted by this thought. Ever since she had put on the dress she had felt like another person and was extremely self-conscious about every single one of her movements. But after Jordan had complimented her on how she looked in the dress, she had decided to keep it on, to please Jordan.
Her eyes went back to Jordan, as they made their way over to the bar. She could see Jordan wave at a large group of people who were all busy sipping their drinks and bobbing their head to the music. Their motions were interrupted when they spotted Jordan coming near them. Rory could feel their many eyes on her, judging her without words. But Rory didn't lower her head underneath the pressure, she just gripped Jordan's hand tighter and threw them a warm smile, not knowing that they all held an unbroken promise, a secret that would end up bruising her.
*~*~*
After Rory had been introduced to everyone, Jordan had bought her a drink, with just a small amount of alcohol in it. Just enough to start the night off right. Rory had taken it without arguing. She trusted Jordan. Besides, both her and Jordan hardly ever had more than one glass of alcohol. It was a habit they didn't want to get addicted on.
As soon as everyone had finished their drinks they all headed onto the dance floor. The alcohol had given the most of them an extra boost, but Rory couldn't keep up with them, so she moved to the side after three or four songs. She had insisted for Jordan to stay on the dance floor, since he seemed to be having fun.
As another song ended, one of Jordan's friends joined her. She almost immediately remembered his name, Charlie, although he had introduced himself with Charles. It seemed to be a tradition between Jordan and his friends to give everyone a nickname that ended with a y, although they didn't have to come up with one for Rory. They even called Jordan Jordy a few times, which only made Rory smile, because now she would have something to tease him with. But it also reminded her of the fact that he had a whole other life beside the relationship he had with her, and although his friends had fully accepted her, she still felt a little left out.
''Hey, loner,'' Charlie teasingly greeted, as he leaned onto the wall beside her.
Rory smiled at him. ''Can't keep up with them either?''
Charlie shook his head. ''I haven't had enough to drink yet.''
Rory softly laughed at his comment, as she moved her eyes back over to the crowd on the dance floor, trying to find Jordan, although she had trouble finding him.
''Have you and Jordan been dating long?''
''Just a couple of weeks.''
''That's a new personal record, for him,'' Charlie quickly added. ''Most girls don't stick around that long.''
''Why not?'' Rory asked, turning her head towards Charlie once more.
But Charlie didn't answer her, instead he pushed himself off the wall and headed for the bar. Rory wanted to follow him, but before she could, she could feel someone roughly grab her wrist and pull her in the opposite direction. She was dragged through the dancing crowd and into one of the many restrooms. Rory was let go and she stumbled towards the back wall, so she could stable herself, while she heard the door being locked behind her.
''What were you doing?'' Jordan's sharp voice came from behind her, which caused her to turn around quickly.
''Jordan, what.........'' But Rory stopped when she saw Jordan's dangerously narrowed eyes. ''.........what do you mean?''
''I mean with Charlie, what were you two doing?'' he continued impatiently.
''Talking.''
''You were flirting,'' Jordan stated.
''We weren't. We were just trying to get to know each other. Besides, I'm not good at the whole flirting thing.''
''So you're not denying it?''
''I just told you............''
''I don't believe you,'' Jordan said, cutting her off.
''Then don't. You brought me here to meet your friends and I was just trying to be nice.''
''Maybe a little too nice? I mean, you were practically all over him.''
''All over him?! We were.........''
''Yelling won't get you anywhere,'' Jordan interrupted. ''And I don't appreciate you lying to me.''
''I'm not lying to you!''
''Rory,'' Jordan warned, raising his voice slightly.
''I was just having a conversation! I don't even like him in that way! We were......''
Before Rory could finish her sentence, Jordan lifted his hand and a few seconds later she could feel a stinging pain burn her cheek, the result of Jordan's anger. Rory brought her hand up to her cheek, not wanting to believe what had just happened.
''Don't lie to me,'' he calmly said.
Rory, who was more surprised than angry at his action, took a few steps forward and wanted to walk right passed him, thinking that he hadn't meant to hit her and was just caught up in a jealous daze. But Jordan immediately took a step to the side, blocking her passage and letting her know that he was more aware than she would ever know.
''No one will believe you,'' he started, as he lowered his eyes down to Rory, which made him look even more intimidating. ''Remember, they're my friends. It'll always be your word against mine.''
After those threatening words, Jordan had let her go, knowing that Rory wouldn't have the courage to tell his friends about what just happened, or leave him. Simply because he had all the power, over his friends, and her.
*~*~*
This had happened only two days ago. Rory wanted to forgive him and accept the apology that he had given him during their walk back to the campus. And although she had wanted to be afraid and angry at him, she couldn't. He was too irresistable and he knew how to charm her with his clever ways. So she had forgiven him, although the event had stayed on her mind all this time. She had searched for hidden reasons behind his behavior, reasons that went deeper than just jealousy. Maybe he had had a terrible childhood where he only had abusive parents to look up to or maybe he couldn't control his temper. Both were acceptable reasons, although she knew that she was grasping at straws, especially since she didn't know anything about........him. He was still a stranger to her. One she could never really discover, but one she was indeed attracted too.....
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) So.......... Jordan had ended up to be intriguing in a bad way. I hope everyone understands the reason why Rory is still staying with him, for now...... Okay, so thanks again for the reviews and I'll talk to you guys in two chapters, cause it's miarae's time to step up to the plate. Thanks!!! :-)