Dislcaimer: HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Mine? Uhm. No.
"Hey Iz," Jude said, sheepishly tucking her hair behind her ear. Iz just turned to Jamie, tears evident in her eyes.
"Jude? One of my only friends? Jamie, why? You know what, better yet, I don't wanna know," Isabella said, backing to the door, searching for barely a second before opening it and exiting the apartment.
"Funk you, Tommy Q!" the ring rang out through the empty recording studio, and Tommy grinned. Only Iz could cheer him up at a moment like this, and her personal ring tone was honestly the funniest he'd heard.
:Hey Iz, what do ya need:
:Tom, could you unlock the doors: came the sad voice. He started before nodding, then realized she couldn't see him.
:Sure. I'll be right down.: he replied, before hearing the click that signaled the end of the call. He stood up and walked quickly to the elevator, and in a matter or a minute he was unlocking the door and holding a crying Isabella in his arms.
It took almost a half hour and a box of tissues before Tommy got the whole story, but when he did, he could feel a vein bulging in his neck. Iz had somehow wound up on his lap, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He was resisting the urge to just start kissing her neck, which was in plain view, but couldn't help his own body's reaction to having the object of his desires on his lap. His lust was somewhat quelled by his anger, but not very much.
"I could kill him Iz, I really could. How could he do this to you?" Tommy asked, lifting her face from his neck and looking her in the eyes. Her grey eyes were bloodshot, and the tears were still leaking out slowly, but she shrugged.
"He thinks I'm cheating on him with you," she said softly, lowering her gaze. Tommy just looked at her.
"What? Why?"
"Because I kept that picture of you and me at the mall, you remember, the little photostrip of you kissing my cheek, and me kissing yours, then the funny faces? He said that's a sure sign that I cheated at some point. I argued with him about three weeks ago over it, actually. Told him that you'd never have an interest in me, but it didn't really matter. He still believed we were together," she finished, looking up at Tommy. Tommy was looking at her open-mouthed, causing her to blush.
"Why wouldn't I want you? You're beautiful. You're amazing. You play a role in all of my dreams," he said, looking her in the eyes. She'd gone slack-jawed, and was looking at him in amazement.
"You've gotta be kidding me? Please don't say this is a joke," Iz said, rasing her face closer to his. She smelled like fresh strawberry, with hints of clove and exotic spices. Their lips were centimeters apart.
"Never, not with you," Tommy said, closing the distance between them. Her lips were soft, perfectly formed against his while her fingers tangled in his hair. They were battling each other without words or weapons, but with tongues, and whispers, and caresses. His hands were already reaching up the back of her thin camisole, reaching for the bra strap her knew was there, while her hands explored, moving over the planes of his cheeks and down his torso, closer and closer to his waistline. Just as his fingers hit the clasp, they could hear a faint ringing, more of a song than a phone, and Iz was out of his lap and tearing through her bag for her phone.
"Isabella Bernard speaking."
:Hey, Izzy. What's happenin': came the voice from the other end. Iz smiled, reaching behind herself and clasping her bra. She smiled at Tommy, a pure smile of adoration.
"Nothing. Too long of a story to waste my minutes on. Now what do you need Ox?" She giggled lightly at the end, due to Tommy kissing a path up her arm and over her neck.
:I'm in town. Figured we could chill for awhile. I mean, it's been three years since I seen my bestest bud:
"Uhm, that's awesome Ox. You wanna do something tomorrow? I'm a little preoccupied right now. New song and all." She was smacking at Tommy, who just kept strong, kissing her gently on the temple.
:That'll work just fine. I'll call you in the mornin', 'Kay Izzy:
"Alrighty, Ox. You do that. Love you, buh-bye!" she said hurriedly, closing the cell phone and tossing it back towards her back. She leaned up to Tommy and kissed him. Letting the sweet smell of Old Spice ad the taste of bubble gum fill her and ensnare her.
