"Back me down from backing up. Hold your breath now it's stacking up. Etched with marks but I can deal. And you're the problem."
Straightjacket Feeling, All American Rejects.
They sped along the highway in silence.
Every now and then, she would softly cock her head to the side and see him gazing out in the road in front of them, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. She quickly moved her head back to the road before he turned to look at her.
This was more awkward that she had figured it would have been.
In actual fact, she hadn't given this much thought at all. She had no idea where he was driving to or why. Nor did she have any clue why he was taking her with him. She bit her bottom lip and clasped her hand around her knee, staring out the window. This shouldn't be happening. She was Allison Cameron. The Allison Cameron who always thought things through before walking into any situation. The Allison Cameron who for whatever reason always knew where she was going and had a formal structure.
He had messed around with this Allison Cameron and she didn't know whether to hate him or thank him for it.
The silence was deafening and she shifted slightly, leaning her arm on the window. She thought she heard him smirk softly but she was momentarily lost for words when he pulled up into a rocky gravel car park and stopped the car.
A lake.
'What are we – ' She was cut off when he turned the key off in the ignition and opened the door, stepping out. She blinked, looking out the window before opening her door and stepping out in the cold air.
He had already begun to walk. She followed him, looking around at the footpath that surrounded the lake. The water looked black; it gave off a certain bluish whitish tinge as she moon shone off it. She shivered slightly and looked at him over near the edge.
He sat down at the edge of the lake, leaning his back on the tree trunk behind him. She stopped next to him, before leaning down and sitting next to him.
Silence. Once again it echoed through the small distance between them.
She looked over at him staring out over the water. There was a certain amount of simplicity in his features and he leant over, picking up a rock, before tossing it into the water, causing the blackish liquid to ripple.
'What are we doing here?' She was the first to break the silence.
He continued to stare out into the water, not shifting. 'I used to run,' He stated simply, looking down at his lap and brushing a fleck of dirt off his jeans.
She opened her mouth slightly to reply, but closed it, waiting for him to continue. This was one of those odd situations that occurred every now and then. She vaguely remembered the time he told her about his parent's in his office, the first and only real time he had opened up to her.
She sensed now was one of those moments.
'Here,' He looked over the track before redirecting his gaze back to the water. 'A long time ago. It's a nice place. Quiet. I sometimes come here to think.'
'About what?' She asked, somewhat taken-aback by her own confidence at directing such a question at him.
He shrugged. 'Work mostly,' He replied. He looked back down at the ground and she sensed that he wanted to tell her more. Wanted to, but couldn't.
He finally looked at her, his eyes staring down into hers. She hated when he did that. Hated it, and needed it all at the same time.
Much like this.
'Lets go,' He said, standing up and brushing off his jeans. She stood up after him, bemused as he began to walk around her and over to the car.
'Wait.' She grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her. 'What was all this about?'
He didn't reply, but stepped closer to her. She swallowed, biting her lip as his hand went to her hip, gently pulling her to him. He stopped inches towards her face and stared at her, not speaking.
'Spontaneity. You like that sort of thing, don't you?' He muttered.
She smirked before he leant down and closed the gap between them, pressing his lips firmly on hers. It was short, and he broke off before she could even think. He cocked his head in the direction of the car.
'You coming?'
His lips were on hers even before she had unlocked her door. She fumbled with the lock from behind as her free hand went to his neck, pulling him closer to her. The door swung open and they stumbled in, her bag and his jacket dropped on the floor at the doorway.
He kicked the door shut and pushed her deeper into her living room, his hands moving around her waist and her's wrapping around his back. She moved her hands under his shirt, before tugging the hem up and over his head, tossing it on the couch behind her. He bit her lip, before she opened her mouth in response, moaning as his tongue collided with hers.
His hands fingered the hem of her shirt before he slid it over her head, pulling her closer to him as his lips left her mouth and went to her neck. She moaned - - or maybe it was him - - when her fingers went to his belt buckle and began undoing it. Her hand brushed against him as she pulled his jeans down his legs and kicked them out of the way. He leant up into her and a deep groan escaped his lips.
She smirked, her arm wrapped around his back as she pulled him down the hall into her bedroom. He stopped her before they made it to her door and pressed her against her wall, his lips connecting with hers again.
'I want you,' He muttered against her lips, but it came out more like 'I wa-n't you' when her fingers brushed against his erection again. She leant up and pressed her lips on his again, before backing him up into her bedroom and onto her bed.
She straddled him, and his hands worked their way to her pants, undoing the button and zipper. She pulled them off, leaning down and running her mouth along his jaw line before he moaned and grabbed her around the waist, shifting her so that he was now on top of her.
His hand moved down to her thigh and he slowly began moving up, rubbing in small circles along her skin. She arched against him slightly, biting her lip as he moved his lips back to her neck. His fingers ran along the hem of her underwear, before he pulled them down completely, tossing them on the floor. He moved his lips over to hers, kissing the corner of her mouth. He positioned himself over her before entering her, kissing her swiftly on the lips to drown out the moan. She arched against him as he began moving in a steady rhythm, rocking against her hips.
She moaned slightly as she came, grasping his forearms as she pressed her mouth on his shoulder. He felt himself build up soon after, releasing before he collapsed next to her.
He moved his head slightly and watched her. Her eyes were still closed, her face red and flushed as she attempted to regulate her breathing. He smirked, and she opened her eyes, turning her head to face him.
He shifted slightly, moving over to her and pressing his lips to her forehead. She let out a slow breath and leant against his shoulder, allowing herself to drift off to sleep.