"Wake up, Isaac!"
His eyes blinked a few times before closing again. "Isaac," the voice whispered in his ear, soft lips tickling his cheek as the woman whispered his name. "You need to wake up." Finally, he opened his eyes to see Marian sitting inches away from him on his bed. "Good morning," he mumbled, his voice cracking with exhaustion. "You slept very late today," she said. Isaac always though she looked prettiest in her nightgown, and so he smiled at her. "You are so beautiful." "You need to get up and ready," she said, ignoring his comment." He put his hands on her hips, but she stood and pulled them off. "Isaac," she said sternly.
He groaned, rolling out of bed. She left the room as he began to undress, her dress skimming the carpet as the door closed. He had always wondered why she had such issues with his display of affection. His mind changed direction as he remembered Katherine in Henry's apartment. He wondered if they had done anything that night, and finally he decided they probably had not. He finally had a nice enough outfit on and a pair of Italian shoes. He ran a comb through his hair and examined himself in the mirror.
"I am one hot man," he said to himself. He turned on his heal and left the room at last. "Isaac," Marian said in a rush. "Our plans for this afternoon have been canceled, so Kristina and I are going to go make sure our wedding plans are in order." "I will see you later this even, Marian," he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. Marian gave him a soft kiss, but when Isaac put his arm around her, she pulled away and turned around. "Goodbye Isaac, I love you." He nodded. "Love you too."
The door shut, and Isaac stood there a moment before sighing, a strange feeling filling him inside. He left the room a few minutes later, locking the door behind him. He hesitated before walking down the hall towards Henry's room. He knocked upon the door to be greeted by a moment's worth of giggling. "I have it," he heard Henry say. A moment later, Henry opened the door. Clinging to Henry's arms were two blond females wearing short white dresses. "Isaac," Henry said with a wide grin. "Katherine has the best friends a man could ask for." Isaac stepped into the room to reveal four different woman.
The two blonds on Henry's arms, Daisy and Janice, giggled more than the other two girls. A girl with dark brown hair looked up at Isaac from her spot on the couch when he entered, a blanket wrapped around her. Isaac wondered what she was wearing beneath that. The fourth girl in the room wore a black dress that reached her knees, and had two thin straps. Her breasts were fairly large, and the dress pushed them up to make Isaac feel uncomfortable when she immediately greeted him. "Oh, Henry, who is this dashing man?" She asked, wrapping her arms around Isaac's neck. She hugged him tightly, pressing herself against him as though asking to be violated. Isaac did not hug her back.
Henry frowned. "Francesca, that is my best friend Isaac." Isaac stepped away from the girl with the big breasts and leaned against the wall a few feet in. Henry shut the door and looked at Daisy and Janice. "Ladies, can I have a moment with Isaac?" Daisy winked at Isaac. "Oh I'd like a moment with Isaac," she said, resulting in giggles from the other three girls. Francesca spoke up, replying, "A moment? Girl, I'd like a whole night with that boy." The girls giggled. Henry's voice squeaked as he complained. "Ladies, please, a moment." The girls went into the other room, shutting the door behind them. In the last six years since they had seen each other, Katherine had obviously changed alot.
"So," Isaac said, slightly annoyed. "You must have had a pretty fun night last night." Henry's mouth twisted into a grin, and his eyes grew wide. "You have no idea." He went on to describe the many midnight adventures Katherine's friends had provided for him, but Isaac interrupted him after only a few sentences. "I would really love to hear about you having sex with every girl you meet, but where is Katherine?" Henry laughed. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
Isaac ignored his remark, looking at him until he finally replied, "She is still asleep in the spare bedroom." Isaac lifted an eyebrow, and Henry needed nothing more to know what he was asking. "No, she slept all night. Nothing happened. Well, some stuff happened, but not with her. With her friends." He gave Isaac a big wink, to which Isaac replied with a roll of his eyes.
He stepped away from the wall he was leaning on and walked into the kitchen. He made a cup of water and then disappeared into the spare bedroom to which Henry had been referring. It was completely dark due to the fact that there was no windows, so Isaac lit a few candles with the matches on the dresser so he would not fall over anything. Before long, the room smelled like melting wax; Isaac closed his eyes and sniffed the air for a long moment before sitting on the edge of Katherine's bed.
"Katherine," he whispered in her ear. Perhaps he had leaned in too far, because his lips gently brushed against her cheek as he whispered. He leaned away quickly. "Katherine," he said quietly from further away. "Wake up," he said softly. He heard a yawn, and then she rolled over to reveal an open mouth, yawning for a long moment before stopping abruptly. Her eyes stayed closed for another second before she flickered them open.
"Good morning," he said, a small smile spreading across his lips. She looked confused. "Isaac?" He nodded. "Yes, it's me, Isaac." Katherine sat up, her short little red dress still on from the night before. She did not bother to pull it up higher, and instead looked at him. "Isaac?" she repeated. "Yes," he said. "What are you doing here?" He shrugged. "Thought I might stop by, see how you are doing... How ARE you doing?" She shrugged. "My mouth is dry, but other than that I can't complain."
Isaac handed her the cup of water he had made a few minutes before. She took it slowly, groggily. "Well," she said seriously. "I guess now I can't complain at all." She took a long swig, finishing the glass in record time. Isaac grinned. "You are very good at chugging," he observed. "Thank you," she said without sarcasm.
There was a brief moment of silence. "I haven't seen you in a long time." Issac nodded. "I know. Six whole years." "I missed you," she replied. He hesitated, glancing at her body and then back to her face. It seemed like she never blinked but once. "Did you really?" She nodded sincerely. "I really did. Alot." Isaac looked away from her eyes for a moment before looking back. "I missed you too. Alot. Six years was far too long." She smiled.
After another silent pause, Katherine pulled back the sheets. Her dress had lifted higher, no longer half thigh, but closer to her hips. Isaac had to look away to keep himself from thinking the thoughts he so badly wished to. She stood up, finally pulling down the bottom of her dress and lifting up the top. Isaac felt much more comfortable after that. Until she began searching through the drawers. She finally found men's pants and a button up white shirt, meant to be worn under a tuxedo. Isaac was about to get up and leave when she asked, "Will you unzip me?"
Chills ran up and down his body as his fingers touched the tan skin on her back. He slowly unzipped it until she said stop when the zipper reached her lower back. He took a step towards the door but it was too late. Katherine had already dropped the dress to the floor. Isaac looked at her, unable to stop himself. After a moment, he realized how wrong it was that he look at another woman while he was engaged, but she did not seem to notice. She was too busy buttoning one by one Henry's shirt over her torso.
Isaac looked at her helplessly. He had fallen in love with this girl too easily the first time, and he was letting it happen again. She finally looked up at him before the buttons had been fully buttoned over herself. "What?" She said innocently. "Need any help?" Isaac said jokingly.
She looked at him for a moment, before continuing to button them herself. Isaac sat back down on the bed after she had pants on and her shirt buttoned over her breasts. He took a deep breath, glad she was finally clothed and he was finally in his right state of mind. She sat down beside him, the sheets sliding off the bed. "How have you been since I left?" She asked. He shrugged. "I have been alright. I missed seeing you though."
Katherine nodded. "The only thing I ever missed after I left was you. You were the only thing I had back then." Isaac scratched the tip of his nose. "What did you do after you left?" She cleared her throat and didn't reply for a long moment, the aroma of candles filling the room. "I went a little insane," she said at last. "How do you mean?" She shrugged. "I stopped being a lady. I chugged beers, screwed too many guys to count, and stole a bunch of stuff." Isaac did not know what to say for a moment. "Living the crazy life, like you have always wanted." She nodded. "It's different now. I'm not wild anymore." "Clearly," Isaac said sarcastically. "Getting drunk, spending the night in Henry's bunker, being hungover all the next day, and being best friends with a bunch of prostitutes does not qualify you as wild." She looked at him for a moment as though studying him. "They aren't prostitutes," she said simply.
Isaac smiled. "As you say, Master Katherine." She giggled, pushing his arm jokingly. "You can be a sarcastic little man if you want, but we all know I could fight you and make you cry." Isaac grinned. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, I-" Suddenly, he had her pinned to the bed and laughed. "I win." Katherine scowled. "That was luck." He rolled his eyes. "Sure. Skill is pinning you down, luck would be if you-"
He stopped suddenly as their eyes met. "If I what?" She whispered. Isaac bit his lip. "Nothing." Katherine looked up at him from her spot beneath him, and he smiled softly, leaning down as though in slow motion. The six years they had been apart slowly seemed to disappear like the space between their lips. After what seemed like 6 years, their lips met. Isaac moved his arms so she was not pinned down any longer, but only kissed her for a moment. She squirmed out from beneath him and laid on top of him. He could feel each button from her shirt.
"I love you, with my whole heart," she whispered. "Katherine," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "I can't be doing this with you, I have a fiance."
"Shhh," Katherine replied. The way her lips moved made Isaac get butterflies in his stomach. "She doesn't need to know." A few minutes later, the white shirt with the buttons that had once been covering Katherine's torso lay on the floor, along with the rest of their clothes.
Author's Note: I know, it is kind of graphic, so I made it T. This chapter is the Marian, Isaac, and Katherine tale, but the next one will be one of the others.