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And So It Is
Chapter 7
"I brought you a gift."
I whirled around to see Xavier, standing in the doorway to my room with his eyes glittering. He had a smile on his face that made him even more handsome, if that were possible. I ran over to him and hugged him tightly. It was now December and we were to attend the anniversary party of Richard and Babs this evening. Richard and I hadn't spoken to each other in private since that night. Besides longing glances and sad eyes, we really never spoke to each other at all. I was angry and I was still very upset over the whole ordeal, but I was slowly warming up to Xavier. We've spent more and more time together and have become unofficially official. He was gone for awhile, in Washington, attending to some business with his father. Although we have become extremely close, we still haven't done anything more than an occasional "make-out" session. I didn't want to sleep with him, knowing how much he cares for me... with Richard still on my mind. It isn't fair to Xavier and although I can be one of the biggest bitches around, I do not like to break hearts. I know what it feels like and I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
I kissed him chastely on the lips, "You don't need to bring me presents."
"I wanted to." He pulled back from me a little and held a slender box out in front of him.
I opened the box and my eyes widened. A diamond tennis bracelet. At least 10 carats of diamonds in platinum. I beamed. "It's beautiful.. Oh my god, Xavier. It's gorgeous."
"You're gorgeous." He pulled the bracelet out and clasped it on my wrist, kissing my hand when he was finished. "It doesn't nearly do your beauty justice, but nothing ever could."
I bit my lip and I could feel my cheeks redden. I was not one to blush easily, but with his slick compliments I found myself blushing more and more in his presence. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue into his mouth and pressing my body against his. His hands firmly held onto my waist and pulled me closer to him. I was swimming in his kiss. Yes, it didn't hold the fire or passion that Richard's held for me, but Xavier's kisses were slowly working their way into my heart.
I ran my fingers over his chest and started fiddling with his buttons. I had planned not to sleep with him yet, but I was finding it harder and harder to resist. He slowly pulled away and smiled at me. "Come on, let me take you to lunch."
"So how was business with your father?" I asked as I took a sip of my water.
"Same old thing every time. He's expecting me to go into politics as well." He sighed.
"It must be hard, having to live up to the expectations of others."
"Yes. He expects me to follow in his footsteps or even become president. My mother is already hounding me for grandchildren. I'm 24 years old, I don't need to worry about kids right now, you know? We're young.. we should be having fun." He grinned and took a sip of his scotch.
I smiled, "Yes well. Mothers are mothers. And she loves you, she just wants to see you happy."
He leaned over the table and took my hands in his, "You make me happy."
I blushed and replied, "You make me happy too." I saw the way he looked at me then, with desire and need in his eyes. I liked feeling wanted and needed and desired. It's a nice feeling. We locked eyes for a moment and just stared at one another. Within minutes we finished our lunch and were out the door.
I pulled at his jacket and shirt, trying to get them off as quickly as possible. His hands were roaming over my body, pulling me closer to him as our tongues fought in a battle of dominance. Quickly my cashmere sweater was pulled over my head and my jean skirt was dropped to the floor. He stared at me hungily, his eyes trailing over my barely covered form.
"God you are beautiful."
I smiled and slowly ran my fingers over my bra, unhooking the front and sliding it off my body. His eyes were hazy with lust and he traced his fingers along my stomach, under my breasts. I took in his form. His nice muscular chest and visible abs. Gorgeous. He still wore his pants, unfortunately, but I'm sure I could rid him of those soon enough.
He slowly dropped to his knees in front of me and left searing kisses along my legs. I felt my breath hitch as he slowly ran his tongue along my thighs, inching closer and closer to my panty covered sex. Without warning I felt hot, wet kisses against my mound, my knees almost buckled on the spot. He ran his tongue up to my hips and gripped the hem of my panties with his teeth, yanking them down as quickly as he could.
He stared at me for a moment. His eyes drinking in my entirely naked form. From my round supple breasts to my freshly shaved pussy. I watched as he licked his lips and gently placed my leg over his shoulder, opening myself up to him. I braced my hands on his shoulder and my leg and he slowly nipped at my inner thighs. Before I could register what was happening, his tongue was deeply inside me. He licking and tasting me to my very core, trying to get as deep as possible. I leaned against him and slowly moved my hands to his hair, running my fingertips through it. He continued to probe me with his tongue as I basically fucked his face.
"You taste fucking incredible." He breathed inbetween kisses to my wet slit. I moaned in response and continued to rub myself against his heavenly tongue. I could feel my legs getting weaker and weaker and I knew I was going to collapse soon. The pleasure was too much, I could barely handle it.
"Pl..please.. Xa..Xavier. I.. I.. I can't.. it's too.. good." I practically begged as he sucked on my clit. He quickly picked me up in his arms and led me towards his bed. He laid me gently on the bed and immediately placed his head between my thighs, licking and suckling on me like I was the best thing he had ever tasted. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, spreading me wider for himself and pulling me closer to his mouth. I could live like this forever.
"God, Baby. You are so wet and taste so good. "
From his words I felt my stomach tighten and I knew I was close. That tension and need that was boiling in between my legs was so close I could almost taste it. He slowly ran his tongue alone my clit and that did it. My fingers were holding onto the bed sheets for deal life. I moaned out his name loudly and came all over him. My body shuddered and he held me down and continued to lick at me until I came down from my orgasmic high. I closed my eyes and tried to get my erratic breathing back to normal. Once it is somewhat normal I open my eyes to see Xavier above me staring at me intently.
I get a little nervous, "What?"
"You are so amazing and beautiful and perfect." He whispers and grins. I smile brightly in return and sit up. I run my fingers along his face and bring it closer to me, kissing him deeply. I can taste myself on him and I explore further into his mouth, trying to taste him. His hands are roaming along my chest, tweaking and pinching my nipples as I fumble with the zipper on his pants.
Knowing my frustration with his pants he pulls them alone with his boxers off for me, I gave him an appreciative smile and wrap my hand around his hardened length. I slowly stroke him, marveling in the display of emotions across his face. He truly is beautiful. He searches for my lips and then kisses me deeply, once again lighting a fire in the pit of my stomach.
I lay back onto the bed and he pulls a trojan out of his nightstand before he positions himself over me, kissing and nipping at my lips and chin. I feel his engorged head rubbing at my entrance, and my legs spread wider in response. I want him.. no, I need him inside me. I'm so hot and wet. He slides into me gently, groaning in the process. I arch my back in response and he slowly, almost painfully pulls himself out completely before slamming back into me with force. I moan out in surprise, shocked at the display of power. He rams into me repeatedly, with more force and determination each time. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my body. He was mumbling incoherent words that I wasn't really paying attention to. I was almost there.. just a few more thrusts. I feel him tense and I know hes gonna come. He groans what suspiciously sounds like my name and the words 'baby' and 'tight', all the other words are jumbled grunts, as he comes hard, holding me tightly against him.
I instantly stilled... What the fuck just happened?
After a few moments, he collapsed next to me and kissed my forehead softly. I was unfulfilled and angry enough to cry, being so close but not getting it. He wrapped a blanket around him and kissed me again.
"I love you."
I froze. I felt my heart stop and I knew I was fucked in more ways then one. I let my feelings for Richard get out of hand and now, I've completely screwed over Xavier and he says he loves me. Hopefully, it's just an orgasmic induced statement and not some sort of deep seeded confession. I waited until his breathing evened out and I slipped from the bed. I quickly cleaned up and dressed, trying to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. I scribbled a quick note about meeting him at the party and left. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.
All I knew was.. this cannot be good.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?"
"Hello to you too Rachel. I'm at home."
"You need to get your ass to this party. Richard and Xavier have been asking where you have been all night."
"I'm not going."
"Kori you better have your ass here within 30 minutes or I'm going to get you." Before I could respond, she hung up.
I got up and trudged towards my huge walk in closet. I grabbed a simple, but elegant burgundy cocktail dress. It was strapless and the bodice was extremely tight. It flared out a little at the waist and ended at the knees. I wore matching strappy heels and a black choker around my neck. I twisted my hair up into an elegant upsweep, and left a few tendrils framing my face. I wasn't going to stand out and try to get anyone's attention, nor did I even want anyone's attention. At the moment, all I wanted was to crawl into a hole and never come out. Also, even though I am deeply in love with Richard and Babs can totally eat shit and die, I'm not so much of a bitch as to show her up at the party honoring her and Richard.. that's just wrong. I like to consider myself sweet and friendly, even to those who dislike me.
When I finally dragged my ass to the party that was at Wayne Manor, it was packed with people that Richard nor Babs knew. Just like Bruce to get the whole city involved. I smiled at everyone and showed off my perfectly white teeth and flawless face, making casual conversation as I went. I tried to avoid both Richard and Xavier at all costs. I was not in the mood to deal with either of them. I saw Xavier dead ahead and quickly spun around to head the other way and came into a hard sturdy wall.. of Richard.
"Uhh.." I so brilliantly said, "Hi?"
"Hey Kori, how are you?" He flashed that million dollar smile that makes me melt and I felt myself wanting to kiss him. I quickly diverted my eyes from his soft, full lips and looked around the main ballroom, pretending to search for someone.
"I'm fine. How are you?" I asked, still avoiding his gaze. I felt his finger under my chin and he turned my head towards him, studying me.
"What's wrong?" He frowned.
I laughed casually, "Nothing. Why would you think anything is wrong?"
"Kori, you can't hide from me. Tell me what's wrong?"
I glared at him, "What's wrong? You really wanna know?"
"Yes. Please tell me."
"Fine, "I snapped, but still managed to keep my voice somewhat low as to not draw unwanted attention, "I'm here at a party honoring the man I'm in love with, probably always will love, and the woman he replaced me with. On top of that, in a stupid judgement on my part.. I slept with said man's college roommate this afternoon. I didn't get to come, aside from the amazing head he gave, but he also told me he loved me. He scared the shit out of me. I didn't want to hear that. And now, you are going to look at me like I'm some kind of filthy slut even though, besides him, you are the only man I've ever been with. And I know for a fact that you've slept with tons of women. So basically, I feel awful. I don't even want to be at this stupid party, but I have to be."
He stared at me for a long time, "You fucked Xavier?"
"No, he fucked me." At my words, Richard grabbed my arm harshly and dragged me to one of the upstairs bathrooms, he pushed me inside and whirled around to face me.
"Kori, what did I tell you?" His voice was low and I could tell he was angry.
I sighed, "I don't know. What did you tell me?"
He grabbed me and pinned me against the door, his lips were less than an inch from mine. I was getting so fucking hot. "Kori, I will not ask you again. What did I tell you?"
I stared at him for a long moment and I tried to think of all of our past conversations. I kept replaying them in my head, trying to remember what is so important. Then something in his eyes flashed and it clicked.
"Fuck you.." I was angry, "You can't do this shit. You can't. You chose her, I don't belong to you. You can fucking go to hell."
He pressed his body against mine, "Kori. I love you. You know I do." His hands slid down to my hips.
"Richard, don't. I'm not going to play your fucking game anymore. You told me you can't be with me, so no. Stop. Get away from me."
In an instant, his lips were against mine. It was a hard kiss, a dominating kiss and when I opened my mouth to gasp his tongue was quickly inside, probing and tasting me. I could feel the tears in my eyes because I know I can't resist him. I love him too much and I would willingly give him any part of me no matter how much I don't want to.
I realized I wasn't even fighting him as he moved down to my neck, licking and sucking, while pulling at my clothes at the same time. Without even realizing it, I was naked and he was only clad in his boxer briefs, pressing himself against me. I ran my fingers through his silky locks and kissed him deeply, savoring his taste. To me, Richard Grayson was a God and always would be. He was beautiful, powerful, and adored by everyone. I rolled my head back against the door as he kissed at my chin.
"Did you like it when he fucked you?" He rasped between kisses, his voice was hard. I shook my head, but kept my eyes closed.
"Tell me Kori. Tell me. You like him better than me don't you? You like the way he fucks you don't you?" His voice was angry and yet depressed at the same time.
"No," I shook my head again, trying to pull him to me for a kiss, "No. You are the only one I want. I love you."
"Say it again." He begged.
"I love you." I whispered and we were locked in a passionate kiss again. He grabbed my ass and picked me up, my legs locking around his waist. He was instantly inside me and we both groaned at the contact.
"Baby you are so wet. Fuck." He moaned and pushed me harder against the wall as he fucked me fast and hard.
I licked and kissed at his throat, "Richard.. fuck me baby. Fuck me.."
He smiled and ran his tongue over my lips before kissing me slowly. His kiss was filled with such passion and love, I thought I'd melt. His movements sped up and I was instantly on edge. Nothing and no one has ever made me come as fast or as hard as Richard. He thrusted into me a few more times before I cried out and came hard. He kissed at my forehead and cheeks and continued pummeling into me. I felt another orgasm instantly build and I pushed myself against him with all my strength.
Without even slipping out of me, he had me turned around with my hands pressed against the wall. His hand was holding me up by the waist as he pounded into me from behind. We were both sweaty and soaked in sexual juices, and we both knew that if anyone came upstairs they would definitely know what was going down.
"fuck.. so tight... wet.. heaven.." He mumbled as he thrust. I pushed my ass back against him, getting him even deeper than I thought possible. He bent down and licked a trail down my back. I shuddered and leaned back against him. His arm that wasn't holding me up, slipped between my legs and his fingers instantly found my clit. He rubbed and pinched the nub in pattern with his thrusting.
We screamed out each other's names as our mind blowing orgasms washed over us. He held my body tightly against him, being sure not to slip out. I pressed my forehead against the door, trying not to collapse from exhaustion. He slowly pulled out and we kissed each other deeply. He held me in his arms for awhile it was nice.
Once we were back at the party, we separated although I felt his eyes on me most of the night. I went to say hello to Bruce when two arms wrapped around me and I felt hot breath on my ear.
"Where did you run off to after lunch?" The voice whispered in my ear. I inwardly frowned. Xavier. I plastered a fake smile on my face and turned to face him.
"Xavier... hi. I had some.. stuff to take care of before the party."
He watched me for a moment and then he smiled brightly. "Come on, they are gonna toast soon."
With Xavier's arm firmly wrapped around my waist, we went to sit at our table. The toast was given by Bruce who said a bunch of bullshit about how lovely the young couple was and how he hopes they will remain together for many more years. I tried not to laugh at that. I thought that I was perhaps the only person there who wished them nothing but sorrow. I drank.. a lot. I wondered if I was starting to become a lush. They say you should never drink when you are upset and yet, I drink because I'm upset. I don't think anyone realized it. Hell, Rachel was a coke fiend, I doubt she'd worry her pretty little head about me and my problems.
As the toast came to an end, Richard and I locked eyes. Just staring at eachother. His eyes held sorrow and longing. He was depressed, but it's his own fucking fault. I broke the gaze and looked down at my diamond bracelet. Beautiful. Xavier spoils me, he says he loves me. I don't want to hurt him, but then I do. It's not fair that I have to feel this way. It's not fair at all. Someone should feel the way I do. Upset and hurt and angry and stupid all at the same time. It's wrong to say that I want to hurt someone, but I do. I want them to feel as miserable as I do, but that's not me. I'm the sweet, kind, and caring Kori. I'm perfect, but not perfect enough for him. I make him lose control. He can't handle it. Fuck it. Fuck him. Fuck everyone.
I left the party as quickly and quietly as possible.
Awww, Christmas.
My parents were gone again. Mandy was off screwing around with some unlucky socialite's husband. I had the honor of having the Christmas feast get together among our friends at my house. I was less than looking forward to it. It had been about 6 days since the party for Richard and Babs and I was still in 'Fuck the World' mode.
I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail and didn't wear any make up. I put on a deep blue turtleneck and a tight pair of hip hugging jeans. Christmas used to be my favorite holiday, but lately I've felt alone. I feel pathetic. I act like Richard was my world, but I was young.. he was my world. I'd known him all my life and I fell so madly in love with him it hurts me.
I'm 21 years old. I should get over this shit. But it's hard to get over your first love. It's hard to get over any love. It doesn't make me any more sad or pathetic as the next love sick dope. I'm just angry. I'm uncontrollably angry. I almost wish I could get pregnant with his kid so then he'd have to marry me. But that's wrong. I mean, I know he loves me and I love him unconditionally, but sometimes love just isn't enough to make a relationship work. And clearly whatever fucked up relationship we have.. love will never be enough. I don't know if he's sleeping with other women besides Babs. He might be, and I would be lying if I said that it didn't hurt. But what can you do?
Everyone was here. Downstairs. Waiting for me. I had yet to make an appearance and I wasn't looking forward to it. I slowly descended the stairs and looked at the giant noble fur. It was decorated in crystal blue lights and platinum ornaments from Tiffany's. My mother's request of course. I went into the den where everyone was snacking and drinking and having a good time. The Christmas music was blasting from the stereo and everyone seemed oblivious to my sudden appearance. I put a big fake smile on my face and greeted everyone. Instantly, Xavier was at my side with his arm around my waist. Richard's eyes darkened at the contact, but he quickly looked away. Babs was smiling and singing along to the Chipmunks 'Christmas Don't be late', while Gar and Victor were having a shot contest. Rachel came out of the bathroom, her nose a little red with a flushed Karen following behind her. Figures. Rachel likes to get high, and when she gets high she likes to fuck around with models.
Soon we sat down and ate the Christmas feast. I kept quiet, trying not to draw too much attention. Everyone was laughing and having a good time and no one seemed to have a care in the world. Except me. I was in turmoil, trying to just get through this god forsaken night without killing someone or breaking down and crying. The opening of the presents came and I was barely even sober enough to understand what was going on. The girls got lovely jewelry and clothes and the guys got silk shirts, rings and other toys they didn't need. I gave Xavier a platinum Rolex with his name engraved on it. In turn, he gave me a beautiful three stone diamond tear drop necklace set in platinum. I smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him.
I gave Richard my gift and he stared at me for a moment before opening it. It was a photo album of all of us (except Xavier, Babs, and Karen), especially of me and him together, growing up. It had all the trinkets I saved over the years.. from the corsage I wore to prom to a piece of the swimsuit Garfield ripped off Rachel on accident at the beach when we were younger. His eyes looked a little hazy and he smiled at me, and yet it was a sad smile. I gave him a hug and before he could give me his present, Rachel gave me a look. Her eyes were saddened.
She quickly made her way over to me and pulled me out of the room, but not before I grabbed a glass of chardonnay. "I'm just gonna steal her for a few minutes." She said to everyone, Xavier and Richard in particular. Once in the foyer she watched me for a minute.
"What's wrong?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink.
"Kori," She looked tense, "I heard something and I don't know how you are going to take it. Hell, I'm not even sure if it's true."
I was extremely interested now, "What is it? What did you hear?"
She took a deep breath ,"Well you know how Victor and Dick are like basically best friends?"
I nodded and waited for her to continue. "Well according to Victor, Dick mentioned something about asking Babs to marry him." And right at that moment we heard a happy shriek from Babs and cheers erupting from the room, what perfect timing.
I didn't know the drink dropped from my hand until it I heard the glass shatter on the floor. My eyes watered and everyone quickly came into the foyer to see if everything was okay. They all looked at me and then at the broken pieces of glass on the floor.
"Are you alright?" Richard asked us. I turned my watery eyes towards him and glared. I felt used, hurt, abused, and I wanted to laugh. I was so stupid for thinking anything was still between us.
"No Richard. I am not alright." I said, my voice dripping contempt for him. I looked at Babs and then down at the bright sparkling engagement ring on her left hand. I laughed loud and bitter. I was laughing so hard I had to lean against the wall for support. Rachel put her hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off.
"Congratulations." I said staring into Richard's eyes, he flinched at the tone of my voice. I knew everyone could see the hurt and betrayal in my eyes. Xavier walked towards me and put his arm around me, but I pushed him away.
"Baby, are you okay?" He asked. I was about to answer when Richard spoke.
"Don't call her baby, Xavier. She doesn't belong to you." His voice was angry.
Xavier glared at him, "What does it matter to you? She isn't yours either."
"Yes she is." Richard said without a second thought, not noticing the gasp from everyone around him, or the wide eyes of Babs.
"I belong to no one." My voice was low, and filled with pain. I walked towards Richard and pulled my promise ring off my right hand and threw it at him. His eyes went wide and he looked completely shocked.
"Babs," I said, never taking my eyes off Richard's, "Before you marry him. You might want to know that at your little 'anniversary party' we fucked in an upstairs bathroom."
Again, everyone gasped and I quickly turned around and ran upstairs and locked myself in my bedroom.
Merry fucking Christmas, indeed.
