Okay I just came up with this little snippet I don't know if I am going to turn it into a series or not depends on the feedback I receive.
Disclaimer: One Life to Live is property of Dena Higley/ABC/Disney and is not mine
Title-Demons
Chapter Title- the Reveal
Pairings-Crisalie/Jolie (maybe Jovan for a little bit I'm not sure yet)
Rating-teen
(Set like a month after Natalie and John start a relationship. Also Christian doesn't come back in this story till like 3rd or 4rth chapter if I continue)
Just a note. This is not Smut! I don't know how to write it nor do I want to.
Chapter Two "Mine All Mine"
Meanwhile under the same moonlight John McBain found himself in another bottle of Jack Daniel's hard whiskey. Holding the bottle over his mouth he somewhat forcibly poured the brown liquid down his throat as if he were punishing himself for all the harm that he did to the woman he loved.
He could still picture the look on her face when he tore her world apart with no mercy. 'Her eyes' he thought. 'Her eyes were strung in tears and held such sadness and anger that replaced her otherwise fire, determination, and love.'
"It always ends with love doesn't it?" He said out loud to him self contempt evident in his voice.
He slipped into his own mind reliving his last morning that he woke up with his beloved next to him.
John opened his eyes, trying to shake the horrible dream, where Natalie said she wanted Christian and not him. Slightly twitching he raised his head, and to his relief he was tangled in fire red hair, sprawled out over his chest.
He relaxed instantly pulling her deeper into his embrace. He could feel her squirm beneath him, waking up. When she turned up her head, he was looking straight into her endless blue eyes. 'My angel' he thought as he just stared at her immense beauty.
He leaned in pulling slightly on her chin. Waiting for her to continue getting closer she obliged and moved forward.
Before long she had closed the little space between them kissing him. He moved his other arm that was draped over her shoulders, to wrap around her head, turning her around and over him. Starting to lose control, he rolled her over covering her body with his while kissing her immensely. Feeling her slowly take off his shirt he proceeded to slip her shirt fabric over her head, leaving her in his bed with only a loose silk black bra and matching panties. He got up off of her for just a second just to drink in her body basked in bright sunshine. 'She is mine isn't she? Yes mine all mine.'
With that last thought he captured her lips again, slipping her bra straps down her arms, while leaving her lips to kiss down her shoulder blades. Getting impatient she removed his mouth, and hands off of her, and took her bra off herself by unhooking it from the back.
Opening his eyes she pushed herself from under him pinning him to the bed with her straddling his waist, moving her arms up and down his chest, desire shining through her eyes that matched his own.
As she leaned down to kiss him he lost all sense of reality as she unhooked his belt and pulled it through the belt loops proceeding to push him over the edge with sexual torture. Tired of her taking control he gently, but firmly removed her hands from his pants, and rolled her over pinning her under him, kissing her on the neck, and color bone. They then lay there proving their love to each other over and over.
After making love they laid there trying to catch their breath, while nestling tight to each other. His last thought before drifting peacefully to sleep in her arms, was 'How am I ever going to let this go to her to go.'
Holding onto her tightly his eyes finally closed, leaving him in his own torture inside of his mind, with his dilemma.
Realizing the bottle he had been trying to force liquid out of was full of nothing but air. Frustrated and broken, he threw the empty bottle against the wall, leaving the glass scattered everywhere.
He felt a sharp pain on his lower arm. When he looked down, he saw a small shard had embedded itself in his flesh.
Watching the red slowly creep down his arm, all he could feel was numbness.
He got up and went over to his couch and collapsed onto the red fabric, not being able to bring himself to his bed. You mean our bed he thought wistfully. Taking a towel off his floor he whipped the stain off of his pillow, but wanting to just let it sit there continuing to stain. He wanted to leave it there as a constant reminder, of how far he had truly fallen.
Laying down he stared up at the ceiling, while losing himself in his own memories. For a second he could almost hear her breathing next to him, as he closed his eyes.