A Different Side of Him

Ch. 2 Duncan's Hostage

Disclaimer: Total Drama Island and it's characters do not belong to me.

I could have had a clean getaway had some more of Duncan's family not pulled up and seen me. Apparently, Duncan's grandfather took an immediate liking to me and the elderly man decided that it would be he who would escort me back inside. And he said as much to as he shared a knowing wink with Duncan. Duncan smiled appreciatively at him. That's okay though, I could always yell at him later when I could get him alone. The problem with that though was that there was so many people inside that took a great deal of trouble to see that being alone with Duncan was impossible.

Upon entering the dining room, I noticed that the table could only fit ten people and I knew that there were much more than ten of us in the house. I had a spark of hope that Duncan and I would be two of the people that would be eating in the kitchen or living room. It would give him the chance to explain why he hid so much from me, including the fact that he had a daughter, without the prying eyes of his family watching. But I was not to be so lucky. Duncan pushed me down into a chair at the table, smirking that he knew that he had delayed my plan of giving him the third degree.

Duncan's grandfather patted my shoulder in an act of comfort as he passed my seat on his way to the head of the table. Dinner with Duncan's family was more pleasant than I had thought; everyone was laughing and carrying on friendly conversation, which was so unlike my family holiday meals that were eaten in complete silence. And as much as I really want to hate Duncan for putting me in this situation, his family made me feel included, and Duncan kept making me laugh. But every once in a while, I sobered just a little bit when I caught sight of the raven-haired baby. In one such moment, my attention was caught by Duncan's twin Declan, who was humoring everyone with the story of my embarrassing entrance. Duncan's scowl made everyone laugh harder. I even giggled slightly until I felt his hand rest itself on my leg. I stole a quick peek at him and he seemed content that he had me back in his grasp.

Even though I had been entertained and been the source of entertainment, I still felt somewhat unnerved. It was Duncan's grandfather that was the source of my nervousness, though. I had rarely met his eyes during dinner and I knew that he was watching me. It was almost like he was reading me like a book. I could see him out of the corner of my eye when he patted his mouth with a napkin and folded his hands in front of him on the table and ask through the laughter, noise, and conversation. "So, Courtney, how long will you be staying?"

Everyone looked from him to me and Duncan. The room went quiet as they all waited for my response. Without looking at me, Duncan's hand tightened on my leg.

"Just two days."

Duncan's head flew in my direction, a hurt look on his face. Maybe my response wasn't what he was expecting to hear, but that slow forming smile told me everything I needed to know. He was planning to ruin every chance I could get to run away. "She'll be here through New Year's." he announced. Then he whispered in my ear, "Atleast."

Great, he was planning on keeping me hostage.

The face that is staring me back in the mirror is not what I expected to see when I first boarded the plane. I had been hoping for a happy glow in my face seeing Duncan again, not this drab expression. I could almost cry for Duncan ruining this trip for me, not that I would ever let him know that.

Exiting the restroom I roam around the first floor of the house, looking for the neanderthal. But I don't seem to find him in any room I look in, but as I pass through the front hall I hear a man yell behind me. At the top of the stairs is the root of the problem. Duncan is sitting there with a pair of his nieces and nephews, each holding a can of silly string and laughing. It's just like him to act like a big kid, I can't help but think. Then he looks at me and winks mischievously. I hate when he does that, it makes me like I'm standing in a hot room. He says something to his niece and nephew and makes his way towards me and gestures for me to follow him into another room.

Passing through the kitchen, he snags a beer from the refrigerator and walks out the back door.

"Should you even be drinking? I mean, aren't most of your family cops?" I just know that he is going to get busted.

"I don't think it matters much to them anymore. Besides, it's the holidays and it's not like I'm driving anywhere tonight?" he explains as he takes a large gulp of his beer.

"When did you start smoking?" I ask as he pull out a pack of cigarettes and lights one up.

"Years ago. Don't look at me like that, atleast I'm not doing drugs anymore."

"That's a relief." The door to the house opens up and Duncan's mom comes out.

"What are you two doing out here?...Duncan, you know I hate it when you do that." She says, seeing him with a cigarette dangling from his hand.

"Did you need something?"

"No. I was just bringing Courtney one of your jackets. I wouldn't want her to get sick."

"Thank you." I say as she hands me the jacket and heads back into the warmth of the house.

"I think my mom likes you." He stated. "You do look good in my jacket. Any chance I could see you in more of them?" He wraps an arm around me, drawing me into him.

"You're such a pig."

"Yeah, maybe so, but I'm the pig you'll be spending Christmas with." He said into my neck. "I'm glad you came, Princess."

"Please don't make me regret it." I ask, watching as he continues to smoke.

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it. If I had my way, you wouldn't be leaving."

"Too bad. And I hope you weren't serious about me staying here for two weeks."

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked as he raised the cigarette to his lips.

"Damn it, Duncan!" The darkness hid his shocked face at my language. "I have to go see my parents while I'm here. They'd never forgive me if I came up here to see you and not bother to visit them."

"Princess with a potty mouth!" he laughed, blowing smoke out of his mouth. "Don't worry, I'll take you."

"Take me where? Not my parent's house, that's a bad idea."

"I don't see anything wrong with that." He took another hit off his cigarette.

"You assumed that they were my grandparents when you met them!" I exclaimed, earning a laugh from him.

"You'd think that after two years, they would have adjusted to the fact that I'm your boyfriend and not some brown-nose Ivy Leaguer. Besides, how was I supposed to know that you were a late baby?" He leaned closer to me, his arm tightening around me. "They do know that I'm your boyfriend, don't they?"

"No. And why would they? You never asked me out."

"Then I'll just have to fix that one of these days, won't I?" he exhaled the last bit of smoke from his cigarette and finished off the beer.

"That would be a start."

"Yeah okay. But I won't be fixing that today." I don't see how he can see my face, but he does. "We need to find you a place to sleep first."

"So……which side of the bed would you like?" he asks as we stand side by side in his room at the foot of his bed. As I look at the bed, I don't believe he thinks that I'll actually share a bed with him.

"Excuse me?"

"The bed." He gestures to the bed. "Take your pick at which side you want."

"Are you serious?" I asked, astonished.

"You bet."

"Okay, fine. I'll take the left, but Duncan, keep your hands to yourself." I huff as I walked over to my side.

"Aah, come on, Princess. The last time I slept beside you was on the island." Then he smiled slyly. "And if I remember right, you cuddled me." He said from his side of the bed, with his arms folded across his chest smugly.

"I did not!" I state as we crawled into his bed. How we both managed to lay on our sides, facing each other, I don't know.

"Whatever you like to think, sweetheart." His hand worked its way onto my stomach and up my side.

"I mean it, Duncan, hands to yourself."

"What's the problem? It's not like you're a virgin or anything." At my silence, he just had to ask, "You are, aren't you?"

"Aww, Princess! I didn't know you were waiting for me." He teased.

"I wasn't, I mean, I'm not!"

"It's no big deal that you never rounded home base. I like the fact that I'll be the first."

"So I must be a real big loser now, huh? And for the record, who says you'll be my first?"

"Quite possibly. But you're my loser." He said as he scooted closer to me. "And I somehow think I will be."

"I'm not your anything, remember?"

"Yeah, but I got you in my bed. That counts for something."

Even though he couldn't see me, I rolled me eyes. I wasn't even going to try to dignify that with a response.

"Hey, Duncan? About..." He had to have known that this was coming.

"Later, Princess. It's late and it's a long story. Besides if I'm not allowed to touch you, it's not a good idea to talk about sex. I'm already having a hard time not doing all the little naughty things that have been running through my head." Then he kisses me lightly.

The next kiss wasn't just a peck on the lips. It was more forceful, more intense. His lips moved over my possessively and something stirred deep inside my body. Before I could help it, we were in a heated make-out session. It was only when he rolled on top of me and was nudging his way between my legs and kissing along my collarbone, that I came to my senses and realized how close I was to doing something I may regret later.

"Duncan…….please…….we need to stop."

He looked at me for a moment and I could see the lust in his eyes. But he rolled back over to his side of the bed and said, "For now, okay." He sighed; it must be really hard for him to back off.

"Good night."

In the middle of the night, I woke up. For some reason the room felt really warm to me. That was when I noticed my mistake. Sure enough, I was cuddling the bastard! "Oh crap! Not again!"

The face that I thought was asleep smirked. A split second later, he spoke. "I knew you wanted me. If you ask nicely, I might let you."