Noelle: Thaaanks. Glad you like it! x3
A Wilde Handful: You read my mind, actually. I think that honestly Chase did learn a lot from his relationship with Cameron.
Chase (aka: Imnotawuaa?): ...Yeah. There's no need for a comment on that. xD
Miralinda: Hm. Do you think she's really ooc? Ik this fic is kinda ooc, but I was aiming for at least slightly in character. Is it that she's ooc or that you just don't like her with Chase? That's not an accusing question, I'm just trying to broaden what I write and I'd like to be able to write my characters as well as possible. Ik that I'd have problems with Chase, but...I wasn't sure I would with Remy. I think that the writers haven't really given her a personality, so it's possible to take her character in several different ways and still have it be at least semi-accurate. Please give me your thoughts? I would really love to hear them.
Christine: Haha. I'm sure everyone was thinking the same thing.
Minx: Idk about "hot sex". xD
Nene: Thank you!
1. I can't write straight sex. Penises are disgusting. Keep that in mind this chapter, okay? xD
2. Thank you, Kevin, for your...er..."help" with this chapter. I will definitely keep inserting 'rod a' into 'slot b' in mind...and also that there is nothing more romantic than a raft! Wtf. xD And also thanks to my friend Erin for help with this chapter.
3. I was thinking about writing a longer, more serious and indepth Chirteen fic. I'll tell you what. If I get 8 requests for another fic, I'll write one, k? So if you want another Chirteen fic, tell me in your review. Keep in mind that it will not in anyway get in the way of writing Cadley. Updates are gonna come at the same slow speed no matter what because of my emotional problems being attached to Signal Fire.
Chapter 3: The Here And Now
No co-workers had found out about the previous night; that was a plus. After Remy left his house, it was like nothing had ever happened. It was just an awkward dream that didn't need to be remembered, but Chase wasn't sure he wanted to forget it completely. He kept shaking the thoughts out of his head. If there was one thing he learned from Cameron, relationships that started under the influence never worked out. But who was to say they were starting a relationship? He wasn't even sure they were friends.
Trying to shake the thoughts that had plagued him all day at work, Chase walked into his dark apartment. He put his keys on the stand and kicked his shoes off then shut the door behind him. The apartment felt empty with the knowledge that he hadn't been alone the night before. He missed the company, but it was a feeling he had learned to adjust to after Cameron left. Shaking his head, he began making his way back to his bedroom.
The door creaked.
Chase froze in the hall, sure he was hearing things. Perhaps he was more exhausted than he thought he was. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head.
"Chase?" Remy's voice called into the apartment.
He turned around and walked quickly back down the hall, stopping in the living room. Exhaling, he took in her appearance. She was wearing another white button-down shirt and black panties. "What are you doing here?" he asked, looking for any signs she'd been drinking again.
"I'm not drunk," she stated with a smirk, watching him stare. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her with her heel. "I came back to prove to you I can kiss."
Chase stared at her dumbfounded for a moment. "I was kidding about that earlier," he told her. "You don't have to prove anything." Something told him she wasn't really looking to prove herself to anyone though.
She took a few steps across the room then stood in front of him so they were almost touching. "You're sure about that?" she asked.
He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the words. Her lips were only inches away from his own and he found himself wondering what she tasted like without alcohol. She smelled like vanilla and an intoxicating scent that was unique to only her. "I'm sure about that," he responded finally in a gravelly voice. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own, sliding one hand around her back and the other into her hair.
She kissed him back, lightly resting her hands on his cheeks. This wasn't what she had anticipated. In her head, she had seen herself busting down the door and shoving him onto the couch like she had before. Instead, she was lost in the moment, just taking it all in.
Chase was first to pull away for air. He backed off a few centimeters and gazed at her, taking in the look in her eye that was a mixture of lust and longing. It was all he needed to continue. Gripping her shirt, he quickly began to undo the buttons.
"I want something I can remember." Remy hastily unbutton his pants then pushed them down so he could step out of them. He was struggling with her shirt buttons so she began to help undo them with one hand, pushing him back to the couch with the other. Her shirt was off by the time they fell onto the cushions and she tossed it in a random direction.
He gripped her ass and pulled her so she was straddling his lap then pressed his lips against hers again.
She pulled back and managed to get his shirt up over his head and throw it behind her. "No one knows about this, got it?" she murmured, sitting up on her knees and trying to push his boxers off. A groan caught in the back of her throat as he pressed up against between her thighs. "This isn't No Strings Attached where you come into work tomorrow with a balloon and then everyone knows."
"What about if I hang a banner above your locker?" He chuckled as she shot him a look and growled at him. "Are there strings-"
She flipped onto her back and pulled him on top of her before he could finish the question. Before he could do anything, she was working at taking her own underwear off then kicking them to the bottom of the couch.
He quickly began trailing kisses from her mouth to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, causing her to arch her back so their bare stomachs were pressed against each other. He was already hard but felt himself get more so when she wrapped her legs around his waist, her heated wet center pressed up against him. Her nails dug into his back and he began to suck on her collarbone.
"Thirteen…" He began kissing his way back up to her mouth, sliding his hand across her stomach then up to her chest to fondle her breasts. Her nipples hardened beneath his fingers and he rubbed his thumb across each one, resisting the urge to kiss back down there and take them in his mouth.
"It's Remy," she corrected him through heavy breathing. She lowered her legs back down and rubbed her hands up to his shoulders. His muscles flexed beneath her palms.
"Remy," he corrected himself. He slid his hand back down her stomach then let his fingers slide across her slippery center. She grunted and scrunched up her face in pleasure. She gasped in surprise as he inserted two of his fingers inside of her and began slowly maneuvering them back and forth. Her hands gripped his shoulders tighter, her nails digging into the skin.
He pulled out of her then positioned himself so his now swollen and throbbing erection was positioned against her center. For a moment he considered asking if she really wanted this, but the look on her face was all the answer he needed. He pressed himself into her, moaning as her warm, wet wall wrapped tightly around his length.
She bucked up against him and he began moving back and forth, their hips grinding hard enough together that neither of them would probably want to be walking the next morning. Her mouth stayed centimeters away from his, catching his lips in kisses or between her teeth every chance she got.
The moment was lost in heavy breathing and guttural moans that seemed to echo throughout the entire apartment.
"Fuck." The pressure started slowly then turned into a wave of ecstasy that washed over her entire body. She moaned loudly and pushed herself up on her elbows, biting down against his shoulder to keep the neighbors from hearing.
The fresh wave of moist heat surrounding him caused him to jerk and he quickly found himself following her into the pleasurable abyss. He muffled his own cry against her neck then collapsed down on top of her, panting for air.
Remy stayed under him, wrapped in his embrace until she caught her breath. She carefully rolled him off of her then leaned down and grabbed her shirt. She pulled on the flimsy material then began buttoning up the buttons.
Rolling onto his side, Chase furrowed his brow at her. "You're leaving?" he asked, barely getting an answer besides a small humming noise and a nod. "Then what was this?"
She stood and grabbed her panties, slipping them on before glancing back at him. "What should've happened last night." She pursed her lips together and watched him for a moment before forcing a smile and backing up toward the door. "I'll…see you at work tomorrow?"
Chase nodded. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring at the door even after she left. That's all it was. The here and now. What should have happened the previous night.
Don'tkillme!