Heads up, this chapter is why the story is rated M, I'll put little scribbles (~) to indicate the start and end of the graphic stuff for some of you more delicate readers. My first lemon so go easy on me! Carry on!
My muscles groaned in protest as I dropped the last few feet to the ground below my window. I felt low, sneaking out like this after what Quint had done, but I couldn't stay in the house one more second. Not with my mother trashing the entire bottom level. I let my stare linger for a moment on my front porch before there was a particularly violent crash. I jumped, pulling nervously at the sleeves of Alex's shirt.
Glancing at the darkening sky, I turned on my heel and headed in the direction of Alex's house. I didn't have enough fingers and toes to count how many times I'd made this trek after getting a particularly nasty beating from my mother. Today's had been child's play at best, but it was the principle. She'd beat me after I'd tried to defend her against her boyfriend who had been in the middle of coming on to me. I don't know if it was even possible to add more insult to this injury. I felt completely broken.
I didn't bother wiping at my face as tears started to fall. Sniffling loudly, I imagined a life where none of this existed. No Helen, no Quint, no Ripper. No anything that brought me down or scared me. Just Alex and our friends. Sobs built up in my chest but I kept them in, not wanting to draw attention to myself – a fifteen year old girl walking alone through the woods at dusk.
I sighed heavily, dragging my feet through the brush as I thought back on my own miserable life. I wasn't one of those bleeding heart, woe-is-me types that thought they deserved better. I knew I didn't. I hadn't done anything especially great that would make it seem that my mother's treatment of me was especially unfair. Unfair? Yeah. Especially unfair? I wasn't so sure. Alex seemed to get far worse from Quint on a good day.
Alex. Now there was someone that deserved better. It was like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders some days. What with his mother gone and being the only member of the Riverton Seven that knew about Bug's father. It was no surprise he seemed so bitter. Bug got babied. Maybe not by his peers or even his own sister but people did baby him. He was the miracle child, the silver lining in what had been a terrible night of horror. He was considered special and everyone else, including Alex, paled in comparison.
Bug was the miracle baby while Alex was the orphan screw up. His mom had died leaving him not a cent to his name and nothing but an abusive step-father to remember her by. Alex had to deal with that, plus Brandon's bullying and worry about Bug on top of it. I felt like I only added more to his load but the one time I'd even suggested us breaking up he'd thrown a complete fit. It'd been scary. I never brought it up again. Plus it wasn't even like I wanted to break up with Alex. I didn't know what I'd do without the gangly sophomore. He was my rock, my safe place. I wouldn't make it one day without him cheering me on and giving me corny anecdotes to brighten my mood. He deserved so much more than what he got in thanks.
Heaving another sigh, I tilted my head back to take in the Dunklemen residents. Compared to this place, my house was a dump. Quint somehow managed to keep a study job and actually used that money to pay bills. Unlike what most therapists or shrinks would try to tell you, Quint was no drunk. He never slurred an insult or missed a punch. He was just a mean, cold hearted bastard for no apparent reason. The drinking just came as an extra. A cliché add on whenever he did indulge in it. I hoped for the sake of my sanity that he wasn't home just yet.
Rolling up my too long sleeves, I approached the side of the house; eyes homed in on Alex's window. It was open, as usual and I quickly grabbed hold of the vines that crawled up towards it. It never occurred to me to wonder why so many of our houses had such easy access windows, but it wasn't like I was complaining. With a tiny grunt, I scurried up the vines, grabbing on to familiar branches and stepping in to practiced foot holes. I'd done this a thousand times.
Pitching myself through the frame was a bit more difficult and I ended up tumbling into the messy room quite loudly. Luckily, Alex almost always had a steady stream of heavy metal playing, so even if Quint was home, he wasn't likely to hear my entrance. Picking myself up from the ground, I surveyed what could have been my second room wearily. Alex wasn't here. It not for that fact that he hadn't been there to help me up, the lack of his back pack, shoes and jacket piled in the corner was indication enough.
I rolled my shoulders in a sort of shrug, reaching up to scratch the bandages under my hat. It wasn't the first time he hadn't been here, and I wasn't too worried about that fact. Just being in his room made me feel better, it was like his presence lingered. Moving to the door, I made sure it was locked before retreating to the bed. I kicked off my shoes as I was crawling under the covers. Alex's sent surrounded me and I grew calmer still. Taking a quick glance at the clock, I guessed that he'd be home soon enough, and settled down for a nap. He'd probably just gone to pick up Bug.
"Hayley."
It started exactly where it left off. I gasped, lifting my head from my hands to find Bug staring down at me. He was soaked to the bone and his skin was blotchy and grey from floating in the river. His eyes weren't their usual innocent blue, but a cold, unforgiving black as he stared at me with no emotion on his face. Looking down at Alex's butchered body, I felt a shiver run through me.
"Bug," I pleaded, hands shaking as I brought them down to my sides. "Bug, please tell me you didn't do this." He didn't answer, just tilted his head in confusion. I noticed for the first time that the shirt he wore was torn and there were long gashes running across his body. "Bug-"
"Don't cry, Hayley," he cut in now, voice sounding like it was being spoken over by many others. Like multiple people talking at once. But there was something else too. I blinked, trying to think if I'd really just saw what I thought I saw. Bug's eyes changing color in rapid succession. "He's inside me now."
I shook my head, not understanding what he meant as I moved to cradle Alex's head in my lap. "Bug, why-"
"They're all inside me now." My head snapped up as I recognized the voice of Penelope. But Bug still stood before me, clothes dripping moisture onto the leafy ground. His eyes, once black, were now a soothing blue. "With me." This time it sounded like Jerome speaking and the blue eyes clouded over. Blind eyes. I slowly began to move to my feet, setting Alex's head gently to the ground as I turned on Bug.
"You killed them," I whispered, not daring to glance past him to the river below.
"No I didn't," Brittany insisted through Bug's lips, icy blue eyes seeming irked at my incompetence. "Plankov did."
"Bug-"
"The Ripper did," Brandon's voice agreed, green eyes not leaving mine as Bug began reaching into his back pocket. My eyes widened and I began backing up, not wanting to see what he had hidden away. He'd killed them, he'd killed all of them. He was crazy.
I shook my head, tears again pooling in my eyes as I turned to flee. I gasped as I was met with Bug, staring down on me with deep, brown eyes. I sobbed, bringing a hand to my mouth as he rested a hand on my shoulder.
"You don't have to be afraid," Alex whispered to me, using Bug's free hand to brush my hair back from my face. I nodded, wanting to believe him as I felt the hand resting on my shoulder fisting around something. Turning my head in confusion, I gasped as I saw the knife, VENGEANCE scrawled crudely across its blade. I didn't even have time to scream before Bug was grabbing me roughly by my neck and driving the knife towards my heart-
"Hayley!" I gasped, coming out of the dream with a start. I immediately tried to sit up in the bed, but a heavy arm weighed me down, and as I struggled against it, the sweet voice from my dream came back. "Hayley, you don't have to be afraid! It's just me!"
Flinching, I turned my head to the side and found myself nose to nose with my boyfriend, Alex Dunklemen. I blinked, wondering how I'd managed to get his eyes absolutely perfect in my dream. He stared at me in confusion as I settled down slowly, my own brow puckered in confusion.
"A-Alex?" I tested, afraid this was another one of my sick dreams. He nodded, sliding himself properly onto his bed next to me. I wondered absently how long I'd been sleeping before he showed up. Glancing towards the window, I noted that the sun had gone completely down now, but that didn't say much.
"You were crying in your sleep," he explained, reaching out to run a thin finger under my eyes. I blinked in surprise as I realized that there was in fact a tear on his finger when he pulled it away. He let me sit up now and rubbed my back as I tried to clean my face on the shirt. "What was it this time?"
"Uh, Bug," I sniffled, rubbing at my eyes roughly. I felt his hand freeze on my back and sniffled again. "I dreamt he was the Ripper."
"That's crazy," Alex chided, sitting up now too. Glancing sideways at him, I rolled my sore eyes wishing I had a tissue to blow my nose in.
"Is it?" I quipped, not looking at him now as I recounted my last two dreams to him. "Abel Plankov was diagnosed with split personalities when he was Bug's age," I concluded nearly twenty minutes later. "Bug's already got the warning signs and now Jay's missing-"
"No one is missing, Hayley," Alex sighed, flopping back down on the mattress. As the springs bounced under us, I finally looked at him and frowned. He looked beaten down and beyond tired, his arm thrown over his eyes as he sucked in air deeply. Lying back beside him, I let my hand flit across his chest.
"I'm sorry," I muttered weakly. "It's just all this Ripper stuff…it's got me so…scared…" I trailed off when he didn't respond. I figured I'd pushed him far enough today and sighed, sniffing as I moved to crawl over him. It was clear I'd over stayed my welcome. I had just gotten one leg over him when he grabbed my waist. I raised on eyebrow at him, my hands resting lightly on his chest, ready to push myself off the bed.
"Don't you trust him?" he asked tiredly, eyes roaming over my body before settling on my face. I shivered.
"I trust you," I responded, bending forward so that I was settled down on his chest, hands resting under my chin. He grunted, rolling over and taking me with him so that we lay on our sides facing each other.
"Well," he huffed, moving his hand to rest on my thigh. "That's something."
I nodded, more interested in a specific curl on his head. All this talk was depressing and I didn't care for it anymore. Reaching up, I ran my fingers lightly through Alex's hair, biting my lip as my ring finger got snagged in a particularly vibrant curl. I noticed him wince as I tugged my hand away before I settled down again, hands folded safely beneath my head.
"Hayley." I looked up at him since I'd been staring idly at the pillow we shared. The look in his dark eyes made me catch my breath. I blinked as he suddenly pushed himself up onto his elbow, using his free hand to push my shoulder down so that I was flat on my back. Then with one swift moved, he leaned over me and our lips met.
This kiss was different from the others, and I could tell from the way he nervously placed his hands at my hips. Nervousness had never been his thing. Bringing my own suddenly shaky arms up, I wrapped them around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss as his tongue brushed against my bottom lip. I hesitated before parting my lips and feeling his tongue dart in to touch mine before retreating. Surprisingly enough, my tongue followed and soon I was tasting the inside of his mouth as well. It was nice to say the least.
The kiss grew more urgent and my legs bent automatically so that I could pull him closer, squeezing him with my knees. He made a small noise in the back of his throat, readjusting himself as his arms moved up so that he was cradling my shoulder blades, his fingers tickling the back of my neck. I managed a small giggle into his lips before he sat back, struggling to rid himself of his shirt. I helped him of course, flinging the article of clothing a bit forcefully across the room.
When he lowered himself back to me, I shivered with nerves as his long arms found their way beneath the shirt he had lent me. My teeth were practically chattering as he slowly began easing it off. He looked at me, head tilted as if to ask if this was alright. With a bit longer of hesitation, I nodded, lifting my arms over my head so that the shirt peeled off with ease. I was able to fight the urge to cover myself up by wrapping my arms around him quickly and bringing him back down to the mattress where the feverish kissing continued.
He smirked, moving his legs further up the bed so that he was bent over me, my legs wrapped lazily around his hips. His hands again moved across my shoulders, traveling downwards, tickling at my belly button until they reached the top of my jeans. There they froze and Alex pulled away. I chewed worriedly at my lip; eyes already staring down at were his deft fingers were poised to unbutton my jeans. We'd come this far before, but the pants had always stayed on. If they went now, there was no going back.
Looking up at him doubtfully, he just gave me a reassuring smile, pulling his hands away slowly. He moved them back up my body to cup my face and pull me into another kiss. He was going to let me off for now if I chose. Pushing him back, I tried to clear my head. It was hot. Looking up at him, I saw that he looked hurt that I'd pushed him away; his tangled head tilted to one side and his mouth hanging open. Dragging my legs from around him, I raised myself to my knees in front of him. Lips parted I tried to explain what I was feeling but nothing came to me. I loved Alex, really I did. And I finally felt ready. I just didn't know how to tell him.
Finally I figured showing him was better than telling him and lurched forward to capture his lips with mine, eyes sealed shut in the moment. The bed rocked dangerously, and we clumsily held onto each other to try and keep balance. Moving quickly so that I wouldn't second guess myself, I plunged my hands downwards towards his own jeans. I felt him shiver as I brushed my index finger beneath the edge of them before moving to quickly undo the button and yank the zipper down.
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The gritty 'zzzip' seemed to finally alert his brain to the extent of the situation [though the gentle poke my stomach kept receiving told me the rest of him was very much aware] and he began returning my advances in earnest. He moved his lips down to my throat again as I felt his hands at my jeans for the second time. This time he didn't hesitate, pulling the button apart and continuing the motion so that the zipper fell down as well. With that we went horizontal once more and I gasped as we landed on the mattress, him on top and me on bottom.
He helped me dispose of my jeans, pulling them down my legs painfully slowly. I was gasping for some reason, my heart picking up an extraordinary pace as I laid out in front of him. His pants went next and then we were both in nothing but our underwear. I could feel my entire body blushing and I was glad the sun had gone down and Alex had yet to turn a light on. He crawled over me, hands roaming shamelessly up my legs as I squirmed. I was nervous. An odd sort of heat had started to build up at my very center and as his hands moved further up I could feel it flowing all over my body.
Finally his hand reached my inner thigh just between my legs and my breathing stopped all together. He went a bit still as well, his eyes trained on his hand instead of me for once. I closed my eyes in bliss as he brushed over me, fingering the edge of my panties before dragging them down slowly. I tensed all over, body going warm as he looked at me. I was suddenly very glad to still be in my bra. I let out a shaky breath that I hadn't known I was holding as I felt the bed shift awkwardly. Daring to open one eye, both immediately flew open as I realized he'd removed his boxers. He was totally naked.
We both gulped at the same time, the sound magnified in the quiet room. I suddenly missed the constant flow of music as he positioned himself over me. I kept my eyes on his face, not wanting to look anywhere else as our eyes met. He gave me a nervous smile, his lips twitching in an adorable sort of way as he rested his full weight on me. I felt him pressed slightly between my thighs and gulped again. I could feel his heart racing where our chests touched and I felt slightly better at the fact that he was scared too.
"Um…" he stammered, brown eyes blinking rapidly as he watched me watching him. "Are you….ready?"
I thought how this question was a bit late in coming but then remembered that even if I changed my mind at this very moment, Alex would stop. He cared about me too much to rush me, loved me too much to hurt me. As I realized this I reached my arm to loop around his neck. He loved me, I loved him. I was ready. We were ready.
"Yeah," I breathed, glancing down at him for half a second before meeting his eyes again. My heart wasn't racing so fast now, and if I focused, neither was his. Because we were ready. He nodded, albeit shakily, and brought the arm he wasn't supporting himself on to wrap under my back. I took a deep breath as I felt his tip at my entrance. That alone was enough to make my eyes flutter shut and make me bite my lip. "Alex," I breathed.
He paused, probably thinking I was protesting until he no doubt noticed the look on my face. He began pushing forward, sliding himself into me easily enough since I was so ready and my back arched at the feel of it. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced and I sucked in a quick breath as I hugged him closer, the warmth I'd been feeling starting to multiply. There was a moment where I had to wiggle a bit as I felt like I was stretching to suit him, but it passed as we both adjusted. Blinking my eyes open, I noticed he had a similar look to what I'd had moments ago on his face. His eyes were closed as he moved his head to rest on my shoulder. He pulled out slightly before pushing forward again. I hissed, wrapping my legs tighter around him as he thumped against something tender.
We both seemed to steal ourselves against what was coming next. I knew that it was going to hurt my first time so as he pulled out again slowly, I buried my face in his shoulder. Bringing my other arm up now, I wrapped it around his back so that he was totally supporting my weight. We both took a deep breath and let it out before he surged forward again and I felt a sharp sort of tear at my center. I whimpered in pain, tightening myself around him, limbs and lower regions as the feeling rolled over me. I was sure I'd felt worse but that didn't stop a few stray tears from leaking out.
"Hayley?" Alex questioned, setting me back down on the mattress. I hissed since he was still very much in me and the movement did not sit well. "Oh God, are you alright?"
"Fine," I huffed out, trying to fake that it'd didn't hurt, but I had to squeeze my eyes shut for a moment just to keep back more tears. The warmth was momentarily forgotten as I tried to see straight. Alex leaned forward, carefully to only move his torso as he rested over me.
"We can stop," he assured me, reaching up to brush a hand across my tear stained cheek. I shook my head in the negative, reaching up to grasp his shoulder. I had to soldier through this. I'd made a choice. Meeting his eyes, I was hurt to see him looking so distressed. This was supposed to be the happiest moment in our relationship.
"I'm fine," I assured, sweat having formed on my forehead out of nowhere. "Just…slowly," I pleaded, leaning back further into the pillows as I tried to relieve pressure. Alex looked skeptically but I shot him the most reassuring smile I could muster. I really wanted this.
Leaning forward again, he caught me in a bit of an awkward kiss. "Tell me if I need to stop," he ordered, looking serious as he finally pulled out to reposition himself. I nodded my agreement, placing my hands on his shoulders as I felt him at my entrance again. Almost as if counting to himself, his body rocked slightly before he pushed in again.
I breathed deeply as there was a tiny twinge of pain. I nodded my head again and he moved back before pumping in again. This time the twinge was even smaller, and when he again pushed forward, it wasn't there at all. I smiled in relief, feeling the pleasant warmth return as I bent my legs at the knees. When he pushed again I was ready and I heard Alex hiss as I dug my nails slightly into his back.
Soon I was feeling waves of pleasure sweep over me and I was rising to meet Alex's thrust which were coming in quicker successions. Both of us were panting slightly and I had to fight down giggles every time I let my mind wonder to long on what we were doing. The heat low down in my belly was building more and more and I threw my head back as I groaned Alex's name. His replies usually came in the form of low grunts and he kept his head rested on my shoulder as he drove into me.
I found myself humming in delight with every thrust and it wasn't long before hums became full on cries. It could've been hours. or minutes later, but suddenly I felt all my muscles tense as the warmth between my legs reached an all-time high. I arched my back, pushing up against Alex as I opened my mouth in a silent gasp. I felt Alex tense as well and he dug his fingers almost painfully into my hips as we both shuddered. I bit down on his shoulder to stifle my scream as I seemed to reach the peak of pleasure before tumbling over it. As I gasped in release I heard Alex groan my name before he shuddered again and presumably came inside me.
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With a comical sort of 'huff' he collapsed on me. His body covering mine like a blanket as we both settled down. I smirked as pulled my arms from around his shoulders, both of us sleek with sweat from our little adventure. He breathed deeply, only slipping off and out of me once he'd caught his breath. Without his coverage, I immediately reached down and yanked at his sheets which were forever at a tangle at the foot of his bed. Dragging them up and over me, I buried myself further into the mattress, wincing as I turned onto my side. I was soar.
Looking over at Alex, I couldn't help but smiling at his exhausted form. I'd taken sex education and knew the first time could knock it out of anyone. The fact that we'd both climaxed made me want to give us pats on the back. Hanging out with Alex so long had obviously rubbed off on me. Leaning forward, I kissed his sweaty brow, dragging the sheet up to cover his lower half. I could still be modest if I wanted to.
He blinked his eyes open, the dark pupils seeking me out. We stared at each other silently for a time. It was like we were just realizing the sort of intimate experience we'd just shared. No matter where we went from here, we would always be each other's first and there for never truly forgotten. This idea brought me comfort as I sighed and pulled myself over to rest against his chest. His arms circled me slowly and I felt him rest his cheek against my head.
"Wow," he breathed after a short while. His voice was only slightly more hoarse than usual. I smiled, letting my eyes droop closed as I pushed my face to his chest. I was ready to just crash for a while. The soreness of my nether regions plus the now abused bruises on my back were beginning to take it out of me.
"Yeah," I agreed before yawning. My voice sounded a bit scratchy as well, maybe more so.
"I…I can't believe your hat stayed on this whole time." My eyes immediately snapped open and the hand I had been using to clutch the sheet shot up to touch my head. He was right. My trusty knit hat hadn't slipped from my head despite everything. It was still on there, blocking my bandaged head from view and I felt laughter bubbling up in my chest.
I let it out while smacking Alex lightly on the chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, hilarity taking over the heart felt moment as I rolled over on my back to laugh. I heard Alex join in but didn't get to witness the joy of his smiling face since I had to toss my own arm over my eyes. I don't know why it struck me as so hilarious but I couldn't stop laughing. I snorted as I felt Alex pull me to his naked body again and we laughed like that together for a while. Sweating and tangled in his sheets, happy as any two people could be.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry," I stuttered through giggles as I rested my hands against his chest.
"No, don't stop on my account," he chuckled, having reigned in his own laughter a lot quicker. I could see him watching me through my squinted eyes. He was supporting his head on his left arm which was propped up on the pillow we shared. He looked very amused.
"I-I don't know why that's so f-funny," I gasped, feeling a painful stitch start to form in my sides as I tried to fight off the laughter. This only seemed to add to the humor and I was soon trying to smother myself in Alex's bare chest, my laughter shaking the entire bed. Tears actually leaked down my face as I snorted again.
"Calm down," Alex huffed, feigning exasperation as he ran a hand down my side. I calmed slightly, a tiny flutter crossing my stomach at his touch. He ran his hand across my bare back and our eyes locked suddenly. Intimately. We were leaning together much like earlier when a whole new set of giggles burst forth from my lips. I buried my head in my hands as Alex sighed dramatically and flopped down on the mattress. "What now?"
"I w-was just-thinking," I rasped, clutching at my chest as I struggled for air. "'T-That's h-how we got into this position – in the f-first place.'" With that I totally collapsed into my laughter, letting the pleasant feeling of joy roll over me as my limbs curled to accommodate my now aching stomach.
Alex watched me roll around in his bed for a moment longer before shaking his head and drawing me back to his chest with an eye roll. I covered my face with my hands as he pulled the blanket over us now, tucking it all around my head as he settled into my side.
"You are so crazy sometimes," he teased, running a hand across the side of my face. Letting my dancing eyes find his own I had to smile even brighter. Just looking at him did it for me. Leaning forward on slightly shaky arms, I kissed him gently before settling down in his arms. He raised an eyebrow at me as I slowly but surely began to quiet down. Finally, just shaking his head, he yanked the blanket completely over our heads, signaling the time for rest.
So that was my first lemon! Mostly foreplay, I know, but it was supposed to be there first time not only together but EVER so sorry to say it's not really going to be that much XD Well anyway, reviews make me smile and I'll try to finish soon! There's only one or two more chapters anyway!
