A/N: Finally updating, this chapter kicked my ass every time I tried to sit down and finish it. In the end it didn't turn out at all like what I had planned, these characters really write themselves and they simply refused to do anything else but kiss and fight. Hope you like it anyway.
I do not own Total Drama, all rights reserved to the respective owners.
The open closet stared at me, its clothes hanging in straight lines and folded in neat piles on the shelves waiting for me to make a decision. I was still wrapped in a towel from the previous shower, small droplets of water running down my legs, down to the floor.
My closet wasn't that big, yet it took up most of the wall opposite my bed. Furthest to the right hung the few dresses I owned. I rarely indulged in shopping, enjoying the simplicity and comfort in jeans and pants, but those had no place in the fancy business meetings and fundraisers that dad dragged us to. With a sigh I shook my head and let my eyes wander left; a 'beer and pizza' night was no such fancy occasion in which a dress was necessary.
My gaze stopped in its track as a shade of dark blue caught my eye. Before me hung a newly washed, newly ironed blouse. The same blouse I had worn last friday, the blouse I had on that somehow had ended up on the floor by my bed with Duncan's clothes to keep it company - like he had kept me company last weekend.
Without a second thought I snatched the hanger from its place among the other casual blouses I owned and hung it across the back of my chair to properly eye the garment. It would go great with black pants, or shorts; I knew Duncan would prefer the latter, it was less fabric, more accessible. I wondered what he would think if I showed up in it tonight, if he would even recognize it. The thought crossed my mind before I was able to stop it. It didn't matter how he would or would not react.
"Screw Duncan!" I exclaimed loudly to myself and stomped my foot in anger for letting him influence my choices. In defiance I grabbed a moss green tank-top from the top of one of the piles and paired it with a soft, black cardigan.
I dropped the white towel I had draped around my body and stepped on it as it fell around my feet, in an attempt to dry up the growing gathering of water on the floor. The soft fabric of the top felt like a caress along my skin as I slipped it on. My eyes fluttered close on their own accord and my mind drifted off to the lazily way Duncan would paint patterns on my skin with his fingers absentmindedly while in bed.
A loud slam caused by the front door interrupted my thoughts and I quickly dragged a pair of light washed jeans over my legs; they matched perfectly with the dark fabrics covering my torso. I snagged the cardigan from its resting place upon my desk and put it on as I bounced down the stair.
"Daddy", I smiled and prepared myself for the short hug he always felt the need to give me after not seeing each other for more than a day.
"Kinky", Duncan grinned at me and snickered as the joy that had been on my face fell into an unamused scowl. He was wearing different clothes than that morning, an ironed, black t-shirt with the words 'I don't need sex, the government fucks me everyday' in a white print trying to resemble graffiti and a pair of newly washed, loose jeans, held up by a leather belt with a big, metallic buckle in the front. I crossed my arms as the uninvited boy I'd never admit to kind of like kicked off his shoes and walked up to where I stood by the base of the stair.
"What are you doing here? I just saw you like two hours ago and will again in another two hours." I was annoyed at his presence, which he didn't seem to care about. First he sneaked his way into my mind, my decisions, and now he invited himself into my home with no regard of who might've been here to see.
"Couldn't let you walk all the way to Geoff's", he answered, that damned grin never leaving his face. I could feel the anger seep out of me as his eyes locked gaze with mine.
"I was going to text Bridgette to pick me up on the way", I countered, straightening my posture and standing my ground, glaring back at the oceanic calm that was his eyes. He had no right being here, invading my personal space and boring into my head with those stupid and beautiful eyes.
"Oh, come on, we both know she's already over there and picking you up would be a detour she'd be annoyed to make. You don't wanna be annoying, do ya?" Duncan lowered his voice as the question slipped his lips, his calm, hot breath hitting my throat as he bowed his head down to lay a soft kiss on my jawline.
"She wouldn't mind." I succeeded in keeping the shiver out of my voice as he laid another kiss on my skin, though the hairs on my arms betrayed me by standing up at the treatment.
"Figured why risk it?" Duncan asked and came up to meet my eyes again, a sideways smirk now on his face. "Anyway, I'm here now and it would be unnecessary to ask her when I have a perfectly good bike and an extra helmet." He shrugged before gesturing at the closed door, insinuating the driveway on which his motorcycle was probably parked.
"Where'd you get an extra from?" I bit back the smile that wanted to creep onto my face. The fact that he apparently liked the thought of driving around with me tagging along enough to take the precautions necessary if it were to happen again, made it hard to keep a straight face; he may not let it on, but he was a caring and sweet guy.
"Went back home", Duncan shrugged, "called ma and made sure pops was at the station."
"Well good", I began and let the smile I'd been holding back burst through, "I don't want you risking injury because you're too sweet not to give the helmet to me." My expression was silently challenging him and my tone jokingly mocking, waiting for him to start talking back and resume his usual I-don't-care-about-anyone-but-myself image.
"Please", Duncan answered with a huff before lifting my chin up with his index finger to meet his gaze, "you'd just kick me again if I didn't let you have it", he continued with a smirk.
I shrugged in response, knowing that would've probably happened, as Duncan lowered his hand and walked backwards toward the livingroom.
"You coming?" he raised an eyebrow before turning around and disappearing around the corner. When I entered the room he laid spread on the couch as he had last Saturday. "I like the shirt by the way", he started as I rounded the furniture, taking a seat on the floor near his head, leaning against the couch, "green suits you."
"Whatever", I answered and rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the warm feeling his compliment emitted in my chest.
I could hear Duncan shift on the couch behind me, he reached out for my hair and stroked it gently. I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes, loving the comforting touches.
"You know", I began with a smile, "you're a real softie."
"Hey", he snapped and sat up in an instant, letting go of my hair like it was disease ridden, "I'm not soft, okay?"
"Oh", I pouted and looked at his stern face with amusement, "did I hurt your fragile feelings now?"
"Would you shut up?" Duncan roared and looked back at me.
"Wow, okay." I was stunned, speechless almost, at how quickly Duncan's mood had turned. I lifted myself up on the couch next to Duncan and eyed him curiously. Something about being called soft rubbed him the wrong way, even though he had shown his gentle characteristics with me without any apparent problems, acknowledging it with words seemed to only make him angry.
The silence surrounding us was tense, loaded with unspoken words of apologies and explanations. Duncan was the first to break it.
"I just", he started and cracked his knuckles, the sound too loud in the too quiet room, "you can be so irritating." The words sounded harsh, not only their meaning but like they were spoken through clenched teeth.
I furrowed my brows and let out an insulted gasp, he was the irritating one, inviting himself into my house and mind.
"I am not!" I countered and glared at him.
"Of course you are", he threw back, meeting my glare with one of his own.
"And how is that?" I asked and pushed myself up from the couch, Duncan mimicked my movements soon after.
"You're pestering me about soft-this and soft-that." I squinted my eyes at his argument and shook my head in disagreement, pestering was an overstatement I just would not stand for.
"Well for a tough guy with what he says are not fragile feelings you seem to be pretty darn fragile", I said and took a step closer, continuing the glare from before as I lifted my head to keep the eye contact. We were close enough for our chests to touch and his scent danced its way into my senses, making the angry stance hard to hold. I saw the glimpt of flashing emotions in his eyes and before I knew it his lips were on mine.
Duncan cupped my face with both of his hands and pressed himself closer to me. The odd sensation of his metal beltbuckle scraping against my stomach through the fabric of my shirt didn't bother me, it was a new feeling, an almost hurtful feeling, that only added to the intensity of the situation. Without any resistance or complaints I was able to sneak my tongue in his mouth where it was gladly greeted by Duncan's own.
I dragged my hands slowly but firmly over his covered back, letting his shirt lift as I did, but determinedly ignored to stroke the skin that got revealed. Duncan growled lowly against my lips in frustration before he suddenly whipped my head back by my hair. The hard and sudden motion hurt but before I could utter my complaint his mouth was on my now exposed neck, kissing, licking and biting what felt like every centimetre of my skin. My words got caught in my throat as the sensation of his lips on my body curled my toes and warmed the resting place in between my legs.
I moaned as Duncan continued to kiss and bite the sensitive spots along my neck and collarbone, my hands making their way to the front of his shirt, dragging him along with me as I let myself fall onto the couch. Duncan released his tight grip of my hair and instead let his hands roam the rest of my body, mimicking the firm strokes and squeezes I had done on his back. My top scrunched underneath his hands, my skin getting caught and squeezed in his grip as he didn't seem to let pain be a factor, being guided by the anger he had felt mere moments ago.
I whimpered under the fierce actions Duncan was executing on my body, both his lips and hands flew over my skin, leaving hot trails of desire as they went. If we didn't stop now the situation would only escalate further and further, leading to an intimacy I was not ready to express on the family couch.
"Hold on", I managed to get out in between moans and heavy breaths. I rested my hands on Duncan's chest and pushed him up with little force.
"What?" The anger from before was still resident in his tone, mixed with lust and excitement.
"Not today, not here", I said and shook my head. Duncan let out a deep breath, puffing out his cheeks in an effort to cool himself down before lifting himself off of me completely. He nodded to himself and clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees. I awkwardly scrambled myself together, leaning against the armrest and hugging my knees with my arms. I watched him silently as he kept on switching between fumbling with his hands and exhaling audibly.
"So?" Duncan asked after a while, breaking the silence by dragging out the single word for longer than necessary. "Not today."
I nodded as he looked to me for confirmation. "Not today."
"Well damn", he chuckled and stood up, showing me the lopsided smirk I was so used to seeing. The traces of anger or any other powerful emotion that might have been going through him before was now gone.
"You want a soda?" I asked and swung my legs down to the floor, leaning forward as I rested my palms on the couch and looked up at him.
"Sure thing", Duncan answered with a smile and held out his hand in an offer to help me up from the couch.