A/N: From here on my updates on this story are going to be more scattered out, not as frequent as before, because shit happens and life gets in the way. Thank you to everyone who reads this piece of crap, and an extra deep thanks to the ones who bother to review.
I do not own Total Drama, all rights reserved to the respective owners.
"Okay", DJ said as we all sat down at a table far away from the door. Geoff and Bridgette on one side, me and DJ on the other, Duncan stole a chair from a table a few metres away and sat down at the edge, in between me and Geoff since we were seated at the ends closest to him. Duncan flipped the chair over, his chest leaning against the backrest and his arms on the rim of the cheap looking cafeteria chair.
"Dude, we need details, my man", Geoff said with his fists clenched in fake pain, as the information Duncan held was a cure for someone's horrible disease.
"I'm an open book, guys", Duncan smirked and opened his arms to make the point clearer.
"Maybe", I started and glared Duncan down, "you should respect her privacy."
"What she look like?" Geoff interrupted as if I had not spoken. My gaze continued to throw daggers at Duncan, ready to kill him if he as much as breathed something that could lead to me.
"Oh man", Duncan started, running a hand through his green spikes, "you should have seen her. I mean, she has legs for days, curves you could never even imagine." He outlined a curvaceous woman in the air for emphasis, making both me and Bridgette roll our eyes. Though deep down I felt small butterflies flutter in the pit of my stomach, never before had I had someone describe me with words of such nature. "Brown hair, fiery as hell", he chuckled, recalling my short temper and the snapping I did at him, "and well, I wear the results with pride." Duncan gestured a hand over his neck before dropping both of his hands in his lap.
"You gonna call her?" DJ piped up from beside me, if anything he was a true gentleman, bringing girls flowers and always keeping his promises to them.
Duncan shrugged, "Whenever I wanna have some fun."
"You're such a pig", I gasped in anger and kicked his shin underneath the table.
"Treat her right, my man", DJ continued.
"Yeah, yeah", Duncan waived the two of us off, "we gonna order, or what?" Under the table I felt Duncan's knees lean toward me, and before I could shove them away his left hand made it's way to my thigh. Immediately I could feel the electricity shoot up my back and I cursed inwardly.
Both me and Bridgette decided to go for caesar salads, Geoff ordered some chicken, DJ chose a panini while Duncan felt content with just a cup of coffee. The conversation about Duncan and 'his mystery chick' continued for too long.
"She practically threw herself at me, man", Duncan kept on explaining, all while his hand wandered up and down my thigh, making me feel hot and tingly.
"That why you missed my party, dude?" Geoff chimed in, his mouth full of chicken and sauce.
"Yeah", the green-haired teenager chuckled in response, he squeezed my upper thigh as he spoke, his thumb gently making small circles dangerously close to a certain area. "She begged me to stay the night." I had to bite my tongue as to not chip in that he was the one to beg for a place to sleep.
"That farmer kid, Scott, brought this home brew that made everyone go crazy", Geoff gleamed at the memories.
"Next time", Duncan reassured his friend and took a big gulp of his beverage, his thumb still massaging the sensitive spot on my inner thigh. I could feel the heat rise between my legs; damn him.
"If you'll excuse me", I cleared my throat as I stood up from my chair and excused myself, "I have to make a phone call." I rushed past Duncan with quick and determined steps, and before I could even hear anyone's response I was outside the small diner. Once outside I walked around the corner, away from the windows so I could collect myself without being spied on.
"Calm down", I told myself and took a deep breath, "collect yourself, damn it!" Three more breaths, each one deeper than the one before. My eyes closed and I leaned back against the brick wall, the texture was rough and scratched my back through the fabric of my polo-shirt.
"That sounds like a good idea", a dark, familiar voice said from somewhere to my right. I opened one eye to peer at the intruder, only to see Duncan leaning against the corner a couple of metres away from me.
"What are you doing here?" I glared and closed my eye once more, focusing on my breaths.
"Nothing", he answered with faked innocence, "you seemed pretty flustered in there, just wanted to make sure you're alright."
"I was not flustered!" I cried out and stomped a foot in the ground, opening my eyes as my foot hit the solid material harder than I'd anticipated.
"Whatever floats your boat, princess", Duncan said and walked up to stand in front of me.
"Leave me alone", I pouted and looked away from his beaming eyes.
"Never", Duncan murmured in a sensual tone as he leaned down and kissed the crook of my neck. Even through the thick fabric I felt goosebumps begin to form. His hands were pressed firmly against the wall on both sides of my shoulders, caging me in.
"We're in public", I gasped and tried without force to push him off, my arms went weak and ended up simply resting against his chest.
"That makes it all the more exciting", he spoke against my ear, his hot breath tingling the little exposed skin I had. He kissed up behind my ear and down to the edge of my polo, even going so far as to drag the tip of his tongue along my earlobe and jawline.
"God", I moaned before being able to stop myself. No matter how hard I tried, my hands would not gather enough force to push him away. His kisses and touches were paralyzing and I lost myself in them.
"I want you", Duncan breathed heavily and tangled a hand in my hair, pulling away from my skin so he could look me deep in the eyes. When I didn't answer him, his assault on my ear and jaw started once more. He sucked gently on my earlobe before kissing his way down my jawline, up my cheek, over my nose, down the other cheek before sucking on my other earlobe as well.
"D-Dunc-" I started stammering, my words caught in my throat as I breathed roughly in response to his eagerness.
"Ssh, don't talk", he murmured before meeting my lips with his. He held my face with both hands and kissed me roughly. His tongue wandered from his mouth to in between my lips, parting them with light force. I allowed myself to lose control and meet his tongue with mine while I threw my arms around his neck, dragging him in closer. I could taste the nicotine from lunch that still lingered in his mouth, but the dominating taste was of the recent coffee. And god, had coffee ever tasted so good.
"Car", I managed to mumble against his lips. Duncan had ridden his motorcycle to the diner, but the rest of us had hitched with DJ in his newly painted, white town jeep. It looked a lot like a mini-van and probably belonged to his mother.
"Good idea", Duncan panted as he broke the kiss. He looked around for witnesses before taking ahold of my wrist and dragging me across the parking lot. DJ hadn't parked far away from the entré, which came in handy right now as the car was only a few steps from the brick wall.
"Get in", Duncan growled and opened one of the doors for me to climb in the backseat. His voice sounded demanding and made my already warm womanhood rise in heat. He knew what he wanted and when he wanted it; me, and now.
I slid in the middle seat of the car, making space for Duncan next to me. As soon as the car door shut close Duncan's mouth was all over mine again. Our lips danced together with passion and our tongues battled for control. He fondled both of my breasts, making me gasp and moan against his lips.
"Oh man", Duncan breathed as he broke our kiss, "I love that moan of yours." His mouth continued down my neck, biting at the fabric of my shirt. This morning a polo seemed like the best option, though right now the extra long neck on the shirt was only in the way.
I shivered under Duncan's touch as his hands made their way under my shirt, they wandered up and dragged the fabric along. Eventually he reached his goal and my shirt was bundled up around my collar bones, exposing my bra. Duncan wasted no time, his hands cupped both of my breasts and massaged them gently, letting a few fingers slip underneath the cups of my bra to get full access of them. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him close, making sure my mouth was near his ear so he would hear me loud and clear as I squirmed under his treatment.
"Why'd you have to wear pants?" Duncan mumbled as his hands switched places from my breasts to the buttons on my black capri pants. Before I had time to reply he yanked the tight fabric off my legs completely, taking me off guard at his aggressiveness. He took my underwear off in one swift movement before lifting me up from the seat. Duncan's mouth crashed against mine once more as he sat down on the seat in my place, making me straddle him in the process.
"Now you", I panted against his lips and started to fumble around with the zipper on his jeans. With joined help Duncan's pants zipped open, he scooted them down his thighs, leaving only the thin fabric of his boxers between our genitals. I heard Duncan moan against my mouth as I started rubbing my wet core against his imprisoned erection.
"God, woman", he growled and kissed me hard. I felt his hands press against my hips, holding tight against the already bruised skin; it hurt, yet I didn't want him to stop. I lifted myself up from his pulsating bulge and slid his boxers down enough to free his hard member. Without any hesitation I slid down onto it, making both of us gasp at the intense sensation. Duncan's hands gripped tighter around my hips as he helped me find a steady rhythm.
"Oh, yes", I panted as I bounced up and down on his erection. I kissed him hard and sloppily, the feeling of Duncan inside me was overwhelming and made my vision foggy, making it hard to not miss his lips.
"Whoa, easy there, princess", Duncan manage to chuckle even though he was out of breath. He wrapped his arms around my back and leaned my head down on his shoulder, taking control over the situation; and the lousy rhythm I was trying to keep up.
Duncan bounced me up and down in a steady pace, earning a loud moan from me each time he slammed me down. His manhood pulsated inside me and went deeper with each thrust until our pelvises met and my moans turned into muffled screams as I bit down on Duncan's neck and shoulder. One of his hands took a firm grip of my butt and massaged my left cheek, causing me to moan in surprise. I started kissing the skin on which I had bitten down, lightly dragging my tongue over the teeth marks I managed to create. Duncan moaned in pleasure and almost lost control over the now very fast rhythm we were enduring. He dug his nails into my back, they were not long enough to make the slightest damage but the pressure they created increased my pleasure. Within seconds I felt my orgasm building up and knew it was not a long wait.
"Oh, Duncan", I whispered out of breath and stuck my own hand between our bodies, making my way to my clit. I started making rough circles around the tiny, yet powerful, bundle of nerves. Soon the immense pleasure of a climax washed over my entire body, I clenched myself around Duncan's erection and nuzzled deeper into the crevice of his neck. Duncan came soon after, releasing himself inside of me while mumbling some incoherent mumbo- jumbo.
The windows of the car were entirely fogged up and I thanked any higher being that might've been listening that DJ hadn't forgotten anything in the car, giving me and Duncan time to collect ourselves from our steamy encounter.
"You go, I'll wait", I said and crossed my arms, leaning against the brick corner beside the door.
"What? Why?" Duncan asked in confusion, he looked me up and down to try and figure me out.
"No one can see us walk in together, it's suspicious", I answered matter-of-factly. The two of us had been gone for quite some time, and god knows what kind of excuse Duncan had for his disappearance.
"We are suspicious", he reminded me with a grin.
"Ugh", I sighed and stomped the ground in frustration, "either you wait out here or I do! And since I don't trust you enough to actually follow instructions", I emphasized as Duncan's eyes wandered away to follow a pigeon passing by us a few metres away, "I will stay outside."
"Babe, come on", he looked at me again and rubbed my upper arm with his warm hand. I was still leaning against the building and was able to spot our table a few windows down. Bridgette and Geoff were covered by the red bricks between the glass, but DJ was gesturing too big and talking too much to be sitting alone. His gaze was firmly glued on whoever sat in front of him and I decided against my better judgement, giving into Duncan's touch.
"I just want whatever this is", I raised my arm to gesture slightly between the two of us, "to stay on the down low for now. You're not really my type, and I'm not yours." I ended with a joke and hoped Duncan would think the same as I did. The only girls I'd ever seen him with were nothing like me; they were tall and thin, with long hair, often rich and wanting to get back at their parents for something.
I remembered one girl in particular, she was in the same year as us, though none of us had any classes with her, and she started showing interest in Duncan seemingly out of nowhere. After three weeks of watching them continuously make out - even Bridgette and Geoff started getting annoyed - and ride around on Duncan's motorcycle all through town, she broke things off. The next day she drove a blank, red convertible to school. It had turned out her parents - conservative and strict asians as they were - took her car away when she missed one too many cheerleading practices.
"For now?" Duncan questioned my choice of words and raised an eyebrow, squeezing my shoulder lightly.
"Now go, I'll be in in a few minutes", I cast a glance at the door beside him.
"I don't know, babe", he lingered and took a step closer, his hand dropped to mine and he started playing with my fingers. I sighed and turned my face away from his, keeping an eye on DJ, who was still talking intensely. "Maybe I'll spill everything if you're not there to keep me in line."
"And who would believe you?" I challenged, subconsciously pressing my chest to his.
"Geoff would", Duncan challenged right back, "and if I describe your house, so will Bridgette." His face had dipped down during this sentence and his voice had gotten low. "And we both know that DJ believes her every word, she never lies." Duncan's lips brushed against mine and I felt myself lean forward, ready for a kiss.
"If you as much as breathe a word about this to even your own reflection", I whispered dangerously against his mouth, his lips moving with mine as I spoke, "you won't get to touch me again anytime soon", I finished as my senses gathered, I leaned away from the delinquent with a satisfied smirk.
"Alright, alright", Duncan conceded and held both hands up in the air as one would do when defending one's innocence, "my lips are sealed." As he turned around and entered the diner I swore I heard him mutter 'sealed by your lips', but decided to let the comment go.
I stood outside, leaning against the rough bricks once more, for about three minutes before standing up straight and heading for the door. When I eventually reentered the small diner Geoff was gone from the back table we had occupied when we first got there. Bridgette and DJ was deep in conversation about - from what I could hear - animals. I knew Bridgette always wanted a pet, but her parents said it would be irresponsible since she was away from home most of the time. Duncan had reclaimed his seat at the short end of the table, though his chair was turned the right way now.
"Courtney!" DJ waved ecstatically causing Bridgette to turn her head fast in my direction. I walked over to the table with long steps and sat down next to the blonde. "You ever had a pet?"
"If you count the fish we have in my dad's office", I shrugged before pulling my plate of uneaten salad to my new seat. Dad always said workplaces needed aquariums, personally I got mafia feelings whenever I was in there; all those dark bookshelves covering every wall, floor to ceiling, and a big fishtank behind his antique writing desk, full of excotic fish that were probably complicated and expensive to import.
"I would even be happy with fish, you know?" Bridgette piped up in a sad tone and leaned her chin in her right palm.
"Knowing you, they would be electrocuted within a week", Duncan half-mumbled-half-chuckled from next to me while sipping on his coffee; I assumed the beverage had gone cold from the sour expression his face contorted into after swallowing the black liquid. Geoff came back to the table within a couple of moments and the remainder of our afternoon went by fast.
A/N: First mention of Heather in this AU, but certainly not the last...