Chapter Twenty
Georgie blushed, looking at Dillon. His face
clearly gave way to the fact that something in his mouth tasted
strange. She dug in her purse and pulled out a roll of cherry
Lifesavers, handing one to him silently. He mouthed a thanks and
popped it in his mouth, sucking intently. He looked at
her.
"Maybelline," she said with a half-smile.
"What?"
Dillon looked confused. "What the- what is that?"
"Oh that's
right, you're a guy," Georgie muttered, mostly to herself, but
Dillon heard.
"Yah huh," he said insistently, eyes wide, head
nodding, as if to emphasize his membership in the male club. Georgie
laughed.
"It's makeup," she explained. "Coverup,
foundation and powder."
"I'm not going to pretend I
understand what that means," Dillon said, shaking his head. "But
I don't agree with its presence." He put on a very serious face,
crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh, you don't?" Georgie
challenged him, her hands on her hips.
"No..." he came closer.
"I don't."
"And why is that?"
"Because..." Dillon
bent his head to kiss her shoulder and then blew warm air on her
neck, making her squirm. "It tastes horrible and is therefore
hindering me from spending the next hour kissing your neck and making
you shiver like you are right now..." She laughed, and he bit her
earlobe lightly, making her shriek. "What?" he whispered, "you
don't like it?"
"Oooh no, I like it," she assured him,
giggling, "you're very enthused about doing it." She pulled
away and raised her eyebrows.
"Hey, what's that supposed to
mean?" Dillon whined. Georgie pouted her lower lip, teasing him and
ruffled his hair.
"It means," she said slowly, "that I
stopped by Emily's room when I was volunteering and she pointed out
some very interesting coloration to my neck, thanks entirely to a
certain boy with certain lips..." Dillon dropped his head down,
understanding now.
"Certain lips that were kissing your
neck-"
"Very aggressively-"
He conceded. "Very
aggressively kissing your neck in a certain car this morning." His
face grew red. "Lucky asked me about the marks. I got another sex
lecture."
She raised her eyebrows. "Another one? Wow, what do
people think is going on with us?"
"Well," he said stroking
her cheek, "we're teenagers, we're in love and we've been
seen kissing all over town - people think we're having sex."
"But-"
Georgie looked afraid.
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I
explained that we weren't." She breathed a sigh of relief,
sitting down on the steps. He sat next to her.
"So...did you get
the same lecture from Emily?" She grinned.
"No. She told me
that Lucky had given you the rundown and just showed me how to cover
it up."
Dillon nodded, amused. "All right Em!" Georgie
laughed, laying her head on his shoulder. They sat there in silence
for a few moments, enjoying the proximity. Dillon hopped up, pulling
Georgie along with him. "Come on."
She followed him out of the
stairwell and let him pull her down the hall. He stopped in front of
a door. "Go on," he told her, nodding at the door.
"Dillon,
it's a ladies' room." He smiled ruefully.
"I know that,
Georgie."
"So then what-"
"Go in there," he told her,
"and wash that crap off your neck. Then put your scarf-" he
paused, noticing that she'd forgotten her scarf that day. He pulled
his own scarf from around his neck and put it around hers. "Put my
scarf around your neck and then come with me." She furrowed her
brow.
"Dillon..."
"Please Georgie?" He pleaded,
clasping his hands together. She laughed in spite of herself.
"Fine!"
He pulled her in to give her a smacking kiss on the lips before
pushing her into the washroom.
After a few moments she came out,
the olive green of his scarf clashing terribly with her pale lavendar
coat, but any indiscrections concealed, at least for the time being.
She looked at him questioningly.
"Okay," he said, "let's
go." He held out his hand and she took it, letting him lead her
down the hall.
"Dillon!" Georgie cried, slightly aghast as
they pulled up in front of the huge mansion that the Quartermaines
called home. "What are we doing here?" They got out of the car
and headed for the door.
"Don't worry," he told her,
ushering her inside. "We just need some privacy - an ironic notion
here, I grant you, but actually, I think everyone is gone. Besides,
we'll be quiet." He offered her his hand and led the way up the
stairs, his steps stealthy. Georgie noted this and ran softly on her
toes, not saying a word.
When they entered his bedroom and he had
locked the door, she spoke. "Dillon, what's going on?"
"Let
me see your neck." Was his response. Georgie was perplexed, but
acquiesed.
"Um...okay." She unwrapped her scarf, revealing
several small purplish red marks on the left side of her neck.
Unmistakeable hickeys. Dillon whistled.
"Damn. I really got you
there."
"Dillon," Georgie said, "I'm missing something.
Why did we have to come to the Quartermaines for you to see this? I
mean, I'm glad that you didn't do it in front of people, but what
do we need so much privacy for?"
"Obviously," Dillon
responded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world,
"there's work to be done."
"Work?" Georgie lifted her
eyebrows.
"Yes." Dillon gestured for her to sit on the bed.
She obliged and he joined her. "Clearly," he continued, brushing
his lips very softly up her neck and across her cheek, "you're
very delicate and I simply did not take heed of this fact earlier."
Georgie giggled.
"Take heed?"
"Yes," insisted Dillon.
"Clearly I was too rough." He put a hand on her cheek, looking
into her eyes. "And I'm sorry." Georgie smiled, placing her
hand over his.
"That's okay." Dillon leaned in with
torturously slow speed.
"That's good," he conceded. "But
do you know what this means?" Georgie shook her head. "It means,"
he continued, "that I need lots of practice."
"Practice?"
Georgie repeated.
"Yes," he insisted, bending his head to
lightly kiss her neck again, being careful not to bite. He kissed
again, speaking in between soft kisses that made her shiver slightly.
"I need to practice being very very gentle with you. It's an
educational process." Georgie laughed, loving the feeling of his
lips on her neck.
"It's an excuse to make out," she
corrected. He dragged the tip of his tongue behind her ear.
"Well,
yeah," he agreed. "But I'm also learning what makes you happy
without being bitten. Practice is very important." He gently licked
figure eights from her ear down to her shoulder, loving it when she
shivered deliciously in his arms.
"Dillon..." she moaned
happily.
"That good?" He whispered, trailing more
kisses.
"Uh...huh..." Georgie let her head roll lazily to the
side, resting on his shoulder.
"How about this?" He started
at the base of her neck, sucking very gently on one spot, then moved
to another spot, doing the same. He repeated this process up and down
her neck as Georgie clawed his hair and gasped intermittently. He
found her sweet spot and sucked softly, letting his tongue massage
her skin.
"Dillon!" she called out, louder than she meant to.
"Dillon!"
Hearing Georgie call out his name triggered
something in Dillon. He groaned loudly against her neck, and lifted
his head, needing her mouth. He found her waiting and ready, and
without a moment's hesitation, started kissing her.
The kisses
quickly grew in heat, lips crashing roughly into one another, tongues
lashing. Dillon pulled Georgie against his body, eliminating all
space between them as he laid them down on the bed, their mouths
staying connected. She raked her fingers roughly through his hair,
their vocabulary limited by lust.
"Dillon!"
"Georgie!"
"Mmmmm...oh
god, Dillon!"
"Oh...oh...oh my god..."
As they ravaged
each others mouths, Dillon felt warm skin against his palm and
realized that his hand had moved beneath the edge of Georgie's
sweater and was midway up her belly. His eyes flicked up, seeing
where her body swelled. Realizing what he was about to do, he quickly
jerked his hand away and jumped off the bed like a bat out of hell.
She sat up quickly, her hair mussed, lips swollen, looking
perplexed.
"Dillon?" He was breathing hard.
"I'm
sorry," he gasped. "I don't want to, you know..." She shook
her head.
"What?"
"Cross a line." Georgie bit her lip,
the feel of his hand still present against her abdomen. She touched
her belly and closed her eyes, feeling like his hand was going to
wrap around hers.
And then it did. She opened her eyes.
Dillon
was kneeling on the floor in front of her, holding her hands in his.
He looked up into her eyes.
"I really, really want you,
Georgie," he confessed. She blinked rapidly, taking a second to get
used to the concept.
"Me too," she confessed shyly. "You."
He
stared at her and leaned in to kiss her, hesitating only to be sure
he wouldn't miss her lips. When they pulled away, he stroked her
cheek softly with his thumb.
"But," he whispered. "I want
to make love to you. I want to be deliberate and slow and know
exactly what I'm doing. I don't want to be struck with the
realization that I'm about to, you know, grope you." Georgie
blushed at this.
"Ah, so you want to grope me consciously?"
She teased. Dillon dropped his head.
"Well, yes," he
admitted. Georgie laughed.
"Fair enough." They kissed.
"So,"
she whispered when they pulled away. "Movie?"
"Yes."
Dillon got to his feet and headed toward his movie collection, but
then stopped and turned back to Georgie. He reached out, tilting her
head so that her neck was exposed. "Let me see." He looked at the
side of her neck that he had been kissing a few minutes before. The
skin remained unblemished. Dillon smiled, relieved. Georgie
noticed.
"Practice pay off?" She asked. He nodded and bent to
kiss her neck again.
"Yes," he murmured in her ear. He kissed
her earlobe and straightened up to walk over to his stack of movies.
He selected a DVD and put it in.
"What are we watching?"
Georgie inquired.
"From Here to Eternity," he informed her.
"Get up." She stood, looking at him suspiciously as he turned
down the covers on the bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked
him. He smiled slyly at her and picked her up, grinning at her look
of surprise.
"Oh!" she cried. "Dillon," she repeated as he
put her down on the bed. "What are you doing?" He climbed in bed
beside her.
"Something I've wanted to do for months," he
replied, pulling the covers up around them. He reached for her. "Come
here, gorgeous."
She blushed and laughed, shooting him a "you're
odd but I'm flattered" look as she snuggled into his arms.
"Mmmmmm..." Dillon responded. He dropped a kiss on the top of
her head and reached for the remote. He held Georgie tight and
pressed play.
