I do not own Total Drama and its characters, all right reserved to the respective owners.
I woke up to the sun shining directly in my face. I fought the urge to open my eyes and get out of bed, my normal morning routine. But this morning was different. This morning I was not alone.
I grunted and turned to my side, facing away from the window and its light. The warm body next to mine welcomed me in a tight embrace, his arm wrapped around my back and pulled me in close.
"Morning, princess", Duncan cooed and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"No", I simply refused and buried my face deeper in his chest, squashing my nose in the process. He chuckled and stroked my naked back twice before rolling me away from him. "What are you doing?" I demanded in an annoyed tone, quickly returning to my normal uptight self, not the sad, helpless girl I had let myself be last night.
"Getting up", he answered before he stood up, his naked composure bathing in sunlight. Duncan stretched his arms and moaned, contorting his torso in the process. "Discreet much?" I hadn't noticed he had turned around to face me, I had been too busy being enchanted by the morning light bouncing of his pale skin and muscular body. I didn't like to admit it, nor would I outloud, but Duncan sported some pretty attractive looks; his butt was tight, he had toned pecs, thick calves, the outlines of a six pack on his stomach, sharp collarbones and actually very cozy hair.
I stuck my tongue out childishly before rolling back to face the wall, snuggling in under the covers that held me warm and safe. I listened as Duncan's footsteps disappeared down the hallway, presumably to the bathroom next to my room. He didn't close the door behind him, making the entire house's cold air fly in my room. Sex was hotter than I had remembered, warmer I mean, it had filled the entire room with warmth. Warmth that I first now realized had left a damp print on both my pillows.
"Crap", I mumbled as I too got out of bed, though unlike Duncan I wrapped myself in a dark blue robe, that reminded me of the night sky, hanging nearby the end of my bed.
"Nice", I heard from the doorway and turned to find a toothbrush holding delinquent. His mouth was foaming from the toothpaste and it had dripped down his chin.
"Pig", I spat out and walked past him, holding both pillows. I headed for the laundryroom but was stopped before I even reached the stairs. Duncan's hand took a steady grip around my wrist and turned me back around.
"Where you going?" He asked, barely audible since he had yet to spit out the toothpaste.
"Sorry, I don't speak idiot", I said with a straight face, but I knew he picked up on the teasing in my voice. His hand took a quick route up and down my arm before he returned to the bathroom.
Our laundryroom wasn't as big and extravagant as the rest of the first floor. Both dad and mom had spent most money on making the livingroom, diningroom, kitchen and downstairs bathroom look luxurious. Whenever they needed to make a nice and proper impression on someone important, the first floor was their way of doing so. The upper floor wasn't as grand, with the exception of dad's office. I swear he cared more about his books and desk than about mom.
Once back in my room I was met by Duncan laying on my bed, flipping through a book I guess he found on my nightstand, naked yet again.
"Took you long enough", he said as I closed the door. The covers were strategically laid over his hips and private parts, but showed every inch of skin otherwise. I hit my foot on my bag and as I looked down it stared up at me with disappointment, I could almost imagining it shaking its head. An immense guilt struck my being as the events of last night flashed through my head. I hadn't gotten a single study minute in!
"No thanks to you", I sat down by my desk and brought my bag with me, starting to dig around in it after my biology book; which was one of the subjects in which I had an upcoming test. A loud noise startled me and I almost fell out of my chair. "Duncan!" I turned my head and yelled at him, "Be careful with my stuff."
"No need to get your panties in a twist", he answered and changed position in the bed, making me very thankful for the thought out place of the cover. He now laid on his side with one leg bent and supporting his head with one arm, looking at me with seductiveness in his eyes. "Oh wait, you're not wearing any", he smirked at me. Instinctively my hands flew to in between my legs, trying to cover up myself, before I realized I still had the robe on. When seeing my reaction Duncan bursted out laughing.
"Very funny", I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the book again.
"Don't blame me, you're the one walking around in nothing but thin fabric. You can't kill a man for thinking about what's underneath", he stated and I could see him dragging a hand through his limp mohawk.
"I can and I will", I muttered under my breath, "now let me read." My voice rose in annoyance and I crossed my legs away from the neanderthal in my bed, hoping he would leave me alone for at least fifteen minutes so I could write down everything important in this chapter. I could hear him mutter something back but decided to ignore it.
I looked up after five minutes and Duncan still laid in my bed, still with his leg bent inappropriately but this time staring at the ceiling instead of me, with both his hands behind his head. After another five more minutes I looked up from the book again, growing suspicious as to what kept him occupied since he wasn't bothering me even a little, only to find my bed empty and his clothes gone from my floor.
"Duncan?" I called, thinking maybe he went to the bathroom. But still, had I been that caught in the reading I hadn't even heard the door open and close? No answer. "Duncan?" I tried again, a little louder this time. Still nothing but silence. The book he had been flipping through and then dropped - or thrown, who knows - was still on the floor with the pages spread in a way that punched my heart. It was going to get all bent and wrinkled because of him! I picked the book up without moving out of the chair, quickly smoothing the pages and closing it carefully before laying it down on my biology book. "Duncan!" I now shouted and decided to walk out of my room, he was clearly not going to hear me if I sat in there yelling. I stuck my head in every room on the second floor before finally walking downstairs. He was not in the kitchen, not harassing another bathroom - the important and luxurious one -, not doing anything helpful in the laundryroom.
"Duncan!" I shouted again, stomping my foot in frustration. He couldn't have just disappeared, nor had I imagined the entire thing. My last chance was the livingroom, and lo and behold there he was. Not in the livingroom, but on the other side of a glass door leading to our glazed terrace. He had opened the sliding terrace door leading out to my backyard and was sitting in the doorway.
"There you are", I said annoyed and closed the glass door behind me. Duncan's head twitched towards the sound of my voice and he blew out a big cloud of smoke on my legs, the warm and thick air felt weirdly nice around my naked skin. "What are you doing?" I demanded and crossed my arms, "You can't smoke here."
"Watch me, sweetheart", Duncan scoffed and took another drag from his cigarette. His smoke was this time aimed at nothing in particular and I was thankful he had at least had enough manner to slide open the door so he wouldn't cloud up the entire terrace. With a sigh I sat down next to him, still with my arms crossed.
"When did you leave?" I asked with another sigh, knowing I wasn't going to get him to put the cigarette out. I prayed silently that I would have enough time to sanitize the terrace before dad came home on monday, or at least get the smell out of any furniture standing in the enclosed space.
"Eh, like five minutes ago. After you checked up on me", Duncan answered and bumped his shoulder into mine. I turned to look at him as he spoke, but was met by another cloud of smoke instead of his face. We sat close, not touching, but almost. A simple shift of my legs and they would be touching his, and just like that I was awfully aware of the fact I was still only in my robe with nothing underneath while he was fully dressed.
Duncan laid a hand on my naked knee, probably feeling every goosebump that had been created by the smoke that hit my skin earlier. Internally I damned my stupid body and its stupid reactions to stupid boys.
"What?" I asked, too loud for the small distance between us.
"You're shivering", Duncan smirked. Damn him for noticing.
"No", I snapped and tugged my legs away, making his hand slipping off.
"You totally are", he laughed and bumped my shoulder again.
"Am not."
"Is to."
"Am not."
"Is to."
"Am not!" Going back to our bickering felt good, this is how it was supposed to be, not lovingly, not intimate, we were supposed to hate each other! I hated all he stood for; misbehaviour and disobedience, unnecessary rule breaking and overall delinquency. He was not my type, at all. Yet, the memories of last night flashed in the back of my head and told me otherwise.
"Fine, you're not", Duncan caved and took a drag, "but I can make you shiver." He smirked and blew the smoke in my direction again, the warmth hitting my exposed neck and I cursed in my head for yet again reacting to it with goosebumps. We were closer now, I hadn't even noticed either of us moving. Our legs rested towards the other ones and his hand was once again on my knee, my arm had positioned itself on the side of Duncan, making me lean into him. Even though he stayed the night the smell of lavender still surrounded him, mixing with the other artificial scents. He hadn't brought a bag or anything so he wouldn't have been able to bring his body spray. Now that I thought about it, he wouldn't have been able to bring a toothbrush either.
"Hey, where did you get a toothbrush from?" Logically I thought he probably took a new one from the medicine cabinet, but with Duncan you never knew. "Don't tell me you used mine."
"I'm not that much of a pig", he chuckled, using my own words describing him.
"You're right. You're an ogre, one with mouth hygiene", I sneered back. The cigarette between his fingers was moved once again to his lips and a long drag was taken from it. My eyes followed its movements and was fascinated by the glow at the end, shrinking the paper for every inhaling breath Duncan took. He blew out the smoke, forming a circular shape with his lips, and without thinking my face leaned towards his, softly placing my lips onto his. The smoke traveled from his mouth into mine as our lips massaged each others. The kiss was broken by a coughing fit on my end, the smoke had escaped down my throat and whirled around, irritating everything it came across.
"Oh, man, you really did that!" Duncan burst out laughing as we both leaned away. I gave him a stern look, slapping his arm when he still did not take me seriously.
"Shut up", I frowned and crossed my arms.
"Princess, you smoked", he teased and bumped into my side.
"No!" I was stern and kept my gaze away from him. Not wanting to admit I let my feelings get the better of me. Not wanting to admit having inhaled smoke simply because I was longing for his lips.
"Aww, princess likes me", Duncan kept teasing, ignoring my word. He put an arm around my shoulder and rubbed my arm. "Come on, wanting me is not that bad."
"Yes it is", I muttered, not realizing the meaning of my own words.
"So you do like me", he hopped up from the wooden step and onto the grass before me, throwing his hands in the air like he just won a race.
"I do not!" I yelled.
"Do to."
"Do not."
"Do to."
"Do not!"
"Last night tells a different story" Duncan said and wiggled his eyebrows, though his voice was full of earnesty and did not match his facial expression. His voice told me he had enjoyed our encounter, that he wanted more and wanted it from me. I was stumped; last night was more than two bodies intertwining, more than two people joining together, it had meant something. We both felt it had meant something.
I stayed silent but looked him straight in the eyes. Hopefully they showed what I was too afraid, too proud to say, hopefully he would see it and understand. I was not going to be the first one confessing, if he wanted more he was going to have to say it. Staring straight into his eyes I noticed how deep they really were, the teal color was a perfect contrast to the agonising black he always wore. Duncan hid a lot from the rest of the world, but when he stood there in front of me, it felt like I was looking into his soul. It felt like he bared himself for me and, even if only for a second, I could see he really cared about my opinion on this, on us. If there even was such a thing. No, there wasn't, there couldn't be.
"I'm going to get dressed", I stood up as the words passed my lips, "and Duncan, go home." It was not a demand of him needing to get the heck out of my house, nor was it a want to be alone and away from him. It was simply a worrying statement. He had avoided the topic all day yesterday and eventually spent the night here because he refused to go home.
I was dressed in light blue jeans that flared out at the bottom and a dark green colored tank top that draped down my chest nicely. I had left Duncan downstairs, trusting he would go home. After last night and this morning I had lost several valuable hours of studying I needed to get done. My books still laid open on my desk, the pages held in place by the novel Duncan had decided to flip through before abandoning it on the floor. I sighed and sat down, putting the book on the window frame.
Biology was an easy subject for me, yet the words on the pages did not stick in my head. I tried writing them down, noting everything important about the paragraphs, and yet all that spun around in my head was the mohawk clad idiot I left this morning.
"God", I sighed and rested my head in my hands. Unwilling to come to the realization I wanted Duncan's company more than I wanted to read about the human body. Knowing I wouldn't be able to study I decided to take a walk.
Without a goal walking seemed pointless. I didn't know where I was going or how I was getting there. People always said a stroll down the block helped them think, well screw those people. They never had to deal with a personal dilemma in their mind nor a vexing, green haired ogre that took their minds off of everything. I didn't mean for it to happen, being intimate with Duncan wasn't exactly something that would help me in life. Ever since it happened it had only brung me bad things; first I couldn't study, then I kissed him though he was smoking, then I couldn't study again and now I was aimlessly walking across stranger's lawns. Stranger's lawns. Suddenly I was brought out of my thoughts and realized my surroundings, I was halfway across the yard that lead to the woods we were in yesterday. Now I knew my mind was scattered all over the place. The resting place in this forest was not a place I usually went to. All thoughts of Duncan must have poisoned my mind into thinking that spot was somewhere I liked being, or somewhere I had even been before yesterday. Quickly and determined I turned on my heels and walked in a fast pace toward the school grounds. Maybe academic surroundings would help me get back on track?
The school wasn't that far away, and once I had a goal in my mind it helped to sort everything out. Duncan and me was nothing but a hookup I would come to regret, dad being gone was nothing out of the ordinary, whatever he was up to was his problem and not mine, mom being away with only Will was sad, but I couldn't visit grandmother, I didn't have the time. Everything would be alright and I would try studying again when I got back home.
"Well, well, well", a voice behind me uttered. I was halfway across the school's parking lot, trying to reach my favourite tree in the courtyard. I had been looking down at my feet the entire way here, not seeing anything but the asphalt underneath my shoes and my legs walking forwards. "Can't get enough of me, can you, princess?" Duncan's voice echoed against the empty parking lot and I turned around to face him.
"Why are you here?" I sighed and crossed my arms. I can't believe I ever let him touch me in such a way, seeing him standing in front of me, leaning against his motorcycle, was enough to get my blood boiling. All I wanted was peace and quiet, and I was met by the complete opposite personified.
"I could ask you the same thing", he raised an eyebrow.
"I was going to read", I said and shifted my weight so I was supported by only my right leg instead of both, quirking my hip outward in the process.
"Without a book", Duncan sneered at me and looked me up and down, making a point of my empty shoulder and back. The bag I usually dragged with me everywhere was still laying on the floor in my room.
"Shut up!" I screeched when all other rational answers left my mind. I turned around quickly and started stalking quickly toward the courtyard. Behind me I could hear the heavy steps of Duncan trying to reach me.
"Hey, don't be like that", he said once he caught up with me.
"Like what? Like me?" I threw my hands to the sides dramatically and quickened my steps.
"Well… yes", Duncan exclaimed after a few seconds of thought.
"Ugh", was all I could bare to say.
"Oh come on", he whined next to me and took a firm grip around my wrist, forcing us both to a stop.
"What?" I spat out once our eyes met.
Instead of answering me Duncan took ahold of my other wrist as well, massaging my pulse points with his thumbs. I don't know how or why, but suddenly I was relaxed once again, just like last night. His hands wandered up and took a grip around my shoulders. He didn't use any words, it was like his eyes and hands spoke to me all on their own. We stood at arms length apart, not close enough to feel his warm breath or hear his heartbeat, but close enough to be once again intoxicated by his scent.
"You wanna read? Let's go get your book", Duncan said after minutes of silence and turned away from me, walking toward his motorcycle. He drove it often and was actually rather a skillful driver, never had I heard about an accident involving the vehicle. Still the thought about riding a two wheeled, badly-balanced, flame-bearing bike with an engine was not a thought I enjoyed.
"I am not getting on that", I said stubbornly and crossed my arms once I reached him and the parked death machine.
"That's what you said yesterday", Duncan wiggled his eyebrows and smirked at me, earning a kick to the shin. "Ow! Okay, okay, sorry." He held up his hands defensively and I smiled triumphantly to myself yet again. Everytime Duncan admits surrender it makes me feel powerful.
"I am still not getting on that death trap", I argued and held firm on my opinion.
"Come on, I've never crashed it", Duncan argued back and patted the leather seat proudly, "I take care of my baby."
"Your baby?" I snorted back at him and averted my eyes from his piercing gaze.
"Don't tell me you're jealous", he simpered and took a step forward, closing the gap between us. My crossed arms was now pressed up against his chest and my right knee was locked in between his legs. "No one can replace you", Duncan whispered and lifted my chin with his index finger, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"Fine", I answered his unspoken question to let him drive me home after a minute of just looking at each other. He hadn't tried to touch me in any inappropriate way, he hadn't spoken another word nor had I moved away from him. "But you have to drive slow and carefully." I tugged myself away from his body and took the helmet already sitting on the seat of the motorcycle. Duncan chuckled and watched me carefully as I sat up on the vehicle and put the helmet over my head.
"Come on", I called, trying to hold my balance while still maintaining my grace. Without a word Duncan sat up on the motorcycle as well and reached his arm back around me, scooting me closer to his back. When he started the engine and we drove off I instinctively wrapped my arms tight around his waist and tucked my head as close to him as I could with a big plastic bowl on my head.