Author's Note: Originally this story was rated M overall, but I decided giving it a T rating overall was more appropriate. There will be M-rated chapters, like the one after this, but you can skip it if that's not your thing; they're not necessarily vital to the plot of the story.
Also, I don't own Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence or Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson.
~*~Chapter Two: Hold You Close To Me~*~
Day Fifteen
It's all up in the air and we stand still to see what comes down/I don't know where it is, I don't know when, but I want you around
"She Is" - by The Fray
Finn's POV -
The rain totally came out of nowhere. Suddenly dark grey clouds took over, then they opened and poured out like monster amounts of rain.
The next thing I knew, I was grabbing Tina's hand and dragging her into the nearest form of shelter or whatever warm, dry place I could find. As my feet rushed over the hard ground, they made these rad splattering kind of noises and it seemed like as soon as the splat happened, she would let out a rush of her bubbly giggles and it was like we were making music.
I didn't want to go anywhere anymore. I wanted to stay outside and just run so my feet could splat and her giggles would continue and we would keep making our own kinda music.
But I could feel her hand shaking in mine and I could feel the wetness of the rain seeping further into my green T-shirt and sliding down my spine and since my Mom was a nurse and all, I knew I had to get us somewhere warm cause we could like catch pneumonia or something.
And catching pneumonia was not awesome. Duh.
I lead us into some random bookstore that I wouldn't have gone into otherwise. Cause, you know, reading it like makes my head hurt. Unless we're talking about comic books or the latest gaming mags.
I was breathing kinda heavy, but as it slowed down I took a good look at the girl who was sort of standing across from me and I swallowed hard. I really needed to start thinking about the mailman. If I didn't I was going to have a major problem.
It sounds mean to say I never noticed Tina before the graduation night party, but it was sort of true. Sure, we were in glee and had been going to the same schools since like elementary and all, but she wasn't the kind of girl you noticed.
Quinn and Rachel and Santana and even Brittany (but that was mostly cause she said the crazies stuff; like how her cat reads her diary) were the girls you noticed.
Quinn cause she was so pretty it like blew your mind. Rachel cause she was this powerhouse in such a tiny package. Santana cause she was like 95 pounds of bitch and legend had it when she was born she told the nurse who delivered her she was fat...And um, yeah, she had razor blades in her hair; like all up in there.
I shuddered at the thought, but Tina didn't notice; probably cause she thought it was from the rain and all.
Anyway, like I was saying, Tina wasn't the kind of girl you noticed. At least I didn't until the graduation night party. And now I was noticing her again.
Her long black hair, that was wet from the rain, clung to the full apples of her cheeks that were filled with the perfect amount of color and showed off the small dots of freckles along her cheeks and nose. Her perfectly formed lips were pink and glittering like the inside of those disgusting grapefruits Kurt's always making Burt eat ever since his heart attack.
And yeah, her boobs, totally on display because of her pale yellow (like who knew goths wore yellow) sundress (kinda like the one the girls wore during their mash-up from sophomore year) was totally soaked.
"H-have y-you..." Her teeth chattered as she rubbed her arms up and down really fast, which had my eyes going wide and in a rush of panic (cause seriously what kind of dude just lets a chick freeze?), I pulled her against me, making her let out this kind of loud but kind of cute at the same time, yelp.
Crap, I thought as I felt her curves that I was slowly noticing, press into me. She was soft in all the right places. Not delicate and brittle like Quinn or slim and toned like Rachel, but soft and girly and her hair smelled like strawberries.
Not that I was being creepy and smelling her hair; cause I so wasn't.
Because I was so much taller than her, her head was tucked underneath my chin and as she turned ever so slightly, her face became buried against my neck. The rush of warm air coming from her easy breathing as it hit my clammy skin, suddenly had me feeling hot all over and my stomach doing back flips.
The sound of someone shouting her name, "Tina," made her scramble away from me and I found myself missing the feel of her and the warm rush of her easy breathing.
An old Asian man who could have been Mr. Miyagi's twin was walking toward her with a huge smile on his face and open arms. Like a butterfly she fluttered toward him and eagerly returned his hug. Her smile mirrored his as they spoke excitedly and in Chinese (at least I think it was Chinese), but I didn't really care what they were saying. I was more interested in how the big smile on her perfectly formed lips had her looking so cute and how it made my heart do this weird thumping thing in my chest.
She walked back to me after a couple minutes and her smile was softer, but if it was possible she looked doubly cute as she rocked back and forth on her heels and peered at me from behind her super long eyelashes. "I c-c-come here a lot. They have a great selection of b-banned books."
I rubbed the back of my neck absently and my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Banned books? I know reading can mostly suck – no offense – but like, why would anyone want to ban books? That seems dumb."
Those bubbly giggles of hers burst forth and I found myself laughing with her even though I didn't know why she was laughing. When she stopped, she grabbed at my hand, her fingers tightening around my own and like this electric shock surged up my arm; it felt good and different and strange all at once and I liked it.
"I d-don't know if you like t-tt-tea," Her teeth were still kinda chattering or maybe her stutter came back (I didn't know if that could happen, but I guess anything's possible and stuff) as she walked me up a small flight of stairs near the back of the store. "But Mr. Phan – you know Mr. Miyagi's twin," She laughed softly and I could feel my mouth hanging open (how did she know I called him that in my head?). "Is making us some so we don't catch our death."
She used air quotes like Rachel used to when she said the word death and I wished she hadn't cause she ended up letting go of my hand.
My eyes followed her slow, graceful movements as she walked around the small space that was surrounded by shelves and shelves of books; like they were practically bursting or something. Even though, I could have totally been staring at her ass (and um, yeah, it was totally worth staring at; it was round and the curve of it looked like it was made for the palm of my hand), but instead I was looking at her hands.
Weird, right?
I don't know why I was looking at her hands, but I couldn't seem to help it. They were small – not tiny and slender like Rachel's or delicate and smooth like Quinn's – and curved in a cute (if hands could be called cute) way that seemed to glide over the spines of the old books in a way that I wanted them to glide over my wrist or maybe my neck and my...Whoa, I breathed out while in my head I kept repeating mailman, mailman, mailman over and over.
When Mr. Phan (he was still Mr. Miyagi's twin to me, though), brought up the tray of tea and set it on the round table, I just noticed was in the center of the room, Tina gave him the big smile from earlier and I think said thank you in Chinese before bowing slightly.
Her voice took on a husky, breathy quality when she spoke in her language and it had the pit of my stomach growing all warm and made my throat dry. Her hands once again attracted my attention as she made herself a cup of tea; like the movements of her body, they were graceful and sure and seemed to glide as they moved.
Seriously, since when did I find hands so hot?
"Come on," She urged, her voice and smile sweet. "Try some. It's like the Taso passion tea they have at Starbucks; only this is the real stuff. I'll even be nice and let you put sugar in it so it isn't too bitter for your Western pallet."
I tried not to make a face as the hot liquid slid down my throat. I didn't know what she meant when she said I had a Western pallet; cause, um, I was like born in Lima and that's the Mid-West, but whatever the tea was still too bitter tasting for me.
She gave in and let me add several more big lumps of sugar.
After I took another sip, I gave her the thumb's up sign and she just shook her head before patting the spot on the floor next to her. I tried not to trip and spill the tea everywhere as I made my way over and when I sat down, leaning up against the bookcase just like she was, I looked at the book in her hands.
"Lady Chatterley's Lover?" I blinked at her and titled my head to the side.
"I can't believe you've never heard of this book. It's a classic. Ugh." She huffed. "Much to learn you have young Frankenteen."
Okay, sort of quoting Yoda, totally like five alarm hot. Mailman, mailman, mailman.
After taking a long sip from her tea, she opened up the book and her one hand was doing that gliding thing it did and then she started to read and um, yeah, I did not expect to hear what I heard.
"His body was urgent against her, and she didn't have the heart anymore to fight...She saw his eyes, tense and brilliant...Her will had left her...For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm..."
Quickly, I shut the book and somehow managed to miss crushing her fingers in the process. My jaw was clenched tight and I could feel it quivering as I stared directly into her eyes. "St-tt-stop," I sputtered. "You gotta stop, T-tt-Tina."
"It's not porn or anything! D-don't think that I was t-trying t-tt-to..." Her stutter seemed like it was back and she was rambling while her cheeks flamed brightly and suddenly she was looking at me with these big helpless brown eyes and I took her hand, that was now shaking, in mine and I told her, "I know you weren't like suggesting we do all that stuff. You um, think the book's beautiful, right?"
If I could have crossed my fingers, I would have. Cause the last thing I wanted was for her to run away, which seemed like it could happen at any second.
I could feel her hand stopped shaking and I watched as her body visibly relaxed. "I do think it's beautiful." She admitted, her voice going soft and sounding kinda musical. "Lady Chatterley may not be Asian, but she's a total sex symbol. Maybe someday you'll let me read it to you."
Her head fell against my shoulder and it was like we were back on the football field, laying side by side and looking up at the stars before she reached behind her, seemingly knowing exactly which book to reach for and with a sweet smile on her face she said, "This is a book I know you'll like."
She flipped through the pages of the book and since it was already open I couldn't read the title and her eyes met mine as she read, "Fifteen men on the dead men's chest. Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest! Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
I smiled at her and brushed some of her hair behind her ear as I said, "Good choice, Cohen-Chang," while settling against the back of the book case to make sure I was comfortable.
I still didn't even know what we were doing or when we started hanging out or whatever, but as she continued reading, I knew I wanted her around.
And that she smelled damn good.
