Les Voeux Dans Le Claire de Lune
Vows In The Moonlight
Chapter 2: Morning After Misery
I hope this lives up to your expectations. It was hard to think of more for this story; but after the response I got from the first chapter I wanted to give you more. I'm just so giving! I tried to let my insane side take over and it stepped up. This all started with one line. "There she is the most beautiful creature I've had in my bed." And it took off from there. This is eight pages on open office, written in less than two weeks while working on three other projects. Not bad .
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So it continues...
I decided to ignore that question. There is no way to explain everything that happen to her. You know the whole... yeah I can't think of a word that can fully describe what I went through with her.
"Oh, by the way Tommy, just out of simple curiosity. Why am I here?" Her tone was very offhand.
"Here as in a general here? Or here as in my house?" Why not play with her while I can? This could be fun. Also a little payback for my night of torture.
"Why, I want to know why I'm living of course. Could you explain how babies are made?" Got to love how nice she is in the mornings. 'Hm... well, you see, babies could have been made last night if I didn't have such good self control.' I may have to keep that one to myself. She pulled out of my arms. I'm no longer holding small warm body to me. I miss the sensation already.
"Why am I in your bed?" Anger rising in her voice. She get these panicky wide eyes I sadly find sexy. "Wait, did anything happen? Was I taken advantage of? It was that ugly guy you had drag me away from, wasn't it?"
Maybe I should let her continue with her near nervous breakdown babbling. This could also be highly entertaining. But I'll pay for it later. I think I payed enough for it last night. And I don't want her to have a complete breakdown.
Hold on, she remembers ugly. Well that ass wipe is also ingrained into my memory. Something that ugly is not easily forgettable. How I wish it could be?
"Um... Jude. I dragged you away." She looked like she wasn't understanding. I had to sigh heavily at this point. "Jude nothing happened to you last night," I state confidently. Except for the fact that I declared my passionate undying love for you. See not much. I finish in my mind. Even though I think I should say the 'love' part out loud.
"Oh, Okay," she's perfectly calm. See, she trusts me too much. She paused before asking, "where's the bathroom?" I point her in the right direction and she goes on her way. I move so I can see her slink away in the corner of my eye. Can't complain about what I'm seeing. My shirt leaves just enough to the imagination.
But of course I'm highly imaginative.
She knows I'm watching, that's why there's a little more movement in her hips than usual. And she has to slide gracefully as she can through the door. Her actions seem to be carefully planned.
Yeah, planned to destroy me.
A few minutes pass and I'm lying on my side with the door to my back. I hear the door unlatch, then I'm being pushed...or tackled if that's what you want to call it, to lie on my stomach and Jude sitting on me. If she weighed anything it would have knocked the breath out of me.
"Tommy, you didn't answer me. Why am I at your place?" 'I was wanting to ravage you in your drunken state.' She'd kill me if I actually said that. Even if it's partly true. I did want to, as you well know.
"You said you didn't have your keys so I brought you here." As I said this I maneuvered so I could turn over and still keep her on top of me. Oh how I've dreamed of similar situations.
Now she was straddling me and I could see that beautiful face above me. She looked up as if trying to remember that occurring. She shrugged as I put my hand on her upper thigh to feel that velvet skin of hers.
Jude looked poignantly at my hand and got a sinful smile to her lips. She put both hands on my chest, I do love the warmth she has. Slowly she leaned forward, her face hardly an inch from mine, I know she could feel my heart going a mile a minute.
Her lips touched mine for a small second before she moved back slightly. My eyes were closed but I knew her lips were hovering over mine. The sensation of her sultry lips so close to mine was unbearable.
My hands slide up over her hips to her waist, there was a small shudder that came from her. I love how I can affect her. My right hand continued to travel up along her spine, until I reach the back of her neck.
I pull her into a searing, licentious kiss. My pent up lust being pressed out of me and onto her. I go to move her so she can lay on me only to be pushed away.
"Tommy," her voice is in a fairly warning tone, I can't see her but I know she's shaking her head. Why can't a guy get a break. I'm mean this is me, she never refuses me anything.
Well I haven't tried anything like what I just did, so I can't say that.
Jude pulls completely away from me and I hear her walking out of the room. I open my eyes to see her head down the hall. She's going for the kitchen, I can just sense it. What is this? If you belong to SME you have radar for food?
Screw putting on a shirt. I'm in my own damn house I might as well go around like I would normally and comfortably. I pay enough for the heat I should enjoy it.
I move passed the guest rooms to see the doors were open. Was she looking for me? Because she wasn't looking for a bed, that's for damn sure.
Did she want to be near me or make me endure her presence for an entire evening, alone? When she knows I'm acting differently around her. My flirting has skyrocketed to a new level with her. And I know for a fact she wasn't that drunk. She could be a better actress than I ever gave her credit for. She could have just wanted me to carry her around. Still I don't mind.
I arrive at the kitchen to Jude sitting on a bar stool, staring down at the counter aimlessly tracing designs on the granite.
"Coffee?" I ask breaking her trance. Her head snaps up, her hair flying in all directions. She can barely look at me now. A quick glance and she nods.
I start the coffee and turn around to see that Jude was watching me. So I guess what I did wasn't so bad. She still stares at my ass. Makes me glad I didn't put pants on yet.
I had a very nice view of her not so long ago, why not return the favor?
You know, Portia would get furious with me all the time, and she would still stare. I think it was my redeeming quality for her. What can I say my ass is magnetic. But it's ONLY for the ladies. Let's get that straight, not that you ever thought different.
Jude puts her hands against the edge of the counter and pushes away to stretch while she yawns. I've never seen anyone go from happy and awake to melancholy and sleepy like Jude can.
I wait as patiently as I can for the addicting substance, there I go with more addictions, to finish brewing.
An awkward silence has settled into the close kitchen area we're in. Jude chews on her lovely bottom lip, also waiting. So she can do something besides look at the counter or preferably my ass.
Because we all know how interesting coffee can be. The dark rich color draws you in, but there's no depth to it, then it just there. Okay now I just need to drink this, I'm talking about the color of coffee.
"Jude?" I can't believe how hesitant I am right now.
"Yeah, Tommy." She stays looking down at the counter. I watch her, pleading with her in my mind, to just do a small peek at my face. Jude glances up at me through her lashes.
I can do this, I can tell her what happened last night I know that's what she want to hear about. I'll tell her everything, except the whole 'Q-y' part, that will die with me.
"Tommy, are you with me? Tommy!" I can see her getting up to get my attention. I don't want her near me, after the result of what happened last time she was that close. Lets not push fate.
"Coffee's done." I pull out a mug and fill it while I try to build up my confidence. And keep her at a distance for now, till I'm sure my control is sound.
"Okay this is just getting awkward. Is everything alright with you? You're acting like you're hiding something from me." Why can't I just be normal right now. "Are you sure nothing happened last night?" She's getting that panicky look again.
"Hiding something? What could I possibly hide from you?" Besides the obvious. Its like 'come on even Kwest knows how deep my feelings are from you. Even Spied, who's a lot slower, knows. (I'm sure he lives up to his name in at least one way.) Yet everyday were together you seem totally oblivious.'
"You just seem tense. I know," she gets off the stool, "this always helps." And walks over to the CD player I have in the kitchen. Wait there's something on there she's never suppose to hear. "Jude, do-" Too late.
The room fills with that noise I wish I never recorded. The horrible beat haunts me every time. But I have to listen to it to learn from my mistakes. My tragic, gruesome, hideous mistake. Yes, I wrote this. I had to record it; I needed to keep Darius happy, especially since I just married Portia. And close to divorcing her.
Yeah, I wrote it to spite him, but my name is forever attached to it.
Baby when the lights go out, I'll show you what it's all about
Coming at you girl, You know you I like this girl, Here we go!
I ain't sorry for the way I feel,
I know you think I'm being insincere,
From the way I'm treating you,
I never wanted to be so unkind,
The only one thing on my mind,
Is just kicking it with you girl!
Baby it's not the way I feel, you know you must believe me,
Baby it's not part of the deal, Oh, No, No!
Baby when the lights go out, Every single word cannot express,
The love and tenderness, I'll show you what it's all about,
Babe I swear you will succumb to me, So baby come to me,
When the lights go out!
I know you think it may be just a lie,
Ain't no use in putting up a fight,
Cos my heart is set on you,
I see the truth its in your eyes,
I ain't fooled by your thin disguise,
I can see I'm getting through babe!
Girl don't deny the way you feel, You know you've gotta trust me,
Give a chance to prove I'm real, Oh, Yeah, Yeah!
When I flick da switch, Make ya hips wanna dip now,
I can get you off, Cos I'm ready and equipped now,
Swing for me baby give me all that you got,
Never wanna stop cos ya make me feel hot,
I know what you wanna do, And that I feel the same way too,
Give me what ya want through, The days and the nights,
Yeah its about time, That we turned out the lights!
She listened to the whole dreadful disaster while I cringed at every note I had to sing. Is it possible to keep a straight face while listening to this crap. Jude looks as if she's taking this seriously. Even when she speaks.
"Was that really you?" I nod ashamed, "oh my..." thats all she gets out before she sends herself into a fit of laughter, at my expense.
What she doesn't know is that recently when I hear this I think of her. But now she shot that theory to crap. She sure as hell didn't succumb to me. I could have made good on at least six of my fantasies already if she gave in. Maybe I should have made a move on friendly, drunk Jude.
"That's enough. Yeah I know it's bad. That doesn't even cover it. I've heard it all before and I don't need to hear it from you."
"I'm sorry. I just... well... you heard it." There goes the laughing again.
She held it in for a minute, biting her lip. She holds her hands up to show me she's done. "Did you write that?" She asked, hoping to get a 'no'. I slowly nod and watch her expression. It showed the horror I felt.
"Tommy were you drunk? Trying to get laid? Had a severe head injury? Or a combination of the three, when you wrote this... this..." I can see Jude struggling with the word, "thing."
She got that right. I wouldn't even call this load of shit a song.
Hey, I redeemed myself. Look at all the music I had made with Jude. But now I would much rather make another kind of music with her.
"You can't pin this 'thing' as you call it on me. I did what I was told."
"You were told to write a piece a crap?" Her voice was incredulous.
"No. I wrote a piece of crap to keep Darius happy." I explained the whole Portia part of my life was going on. "Besides, who helps you with your music?"
"Sorry," she looked away sheepishly. Then her look was almost scorching with desire, "how can I make it up to you?"
There are a lot inappropriate answers to that question.
I walk over to her a put my hands on her shoulders and push her against the counter. I press myself closer to her until I'm flush against her body. Staring down into those beautiful steel blue eyes, the eyes I completely lose myself in every time.
My hands slide up her neck, I feel her tremble. Her lips as pouty as ever, are begging to be kissed. I forcefully bring me lips to hers. Her hands hold onto my triceps.
And because I'm not a total jerk I ask permission before I invade her mouth. Her natural sweetness mixed with the coffee, drives me to the brink of my insanity.
Her nails rake down the bare skin of my back. I firmly grab her waist and sit her on the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist squeezing me to her.
Here I am in just one piece of clothing. Then we have Jude. I need to even up the clothes score. I pull at the back of the shirt. I then slowly bring it up, I feel the taut skin of her abdomen. She shivers when I'm close to her...
I feel a tap on my shoulder. I bring myself back to consciousness to see Jude's hand waving in front of me.
Damn this to hell. Well now you know one of the tamer inventions of my mind. If you liked that one you should be around when I think of the one where we're in my backyard. Fun with lawn gnomes.
NO! That came out wrong. I meant having fun and there are lawn gnomes there. You're understanding what I mean, right?
"I got to go take a shower." A really cold one. I should bring some ice with me. I try to make a quick exit, but her questions start up again.
"Didn't you take one last night." There's that cute confused face again. But wait...
"How would you know if I took one last night or not?" I'm guessing she said a little too much this time. Her face is priceless.
"Uh..." she bites her lip again. "Um..." she looks away trying to come up with a believable response. "Erm... I guessed?"
"That sound convincing Jude, so why not tell me the truth now?" I think I know where this is going.
"Well I um... you see uh... its just..." She has such an easy out and doesn't even notice. Yup, my hair isn't gelled. I must really have her flustered.
"I think you covered all that. What about a real answer now?"
"Why don't you just go take that shower?" She smiles brightly hoping I'll drop the subject. If she thinks I'm giving up this easily, she has to be the crazy one. Like I'm going to turn down a opportunity to make her admit something embarrassing, specially if its going to involve me, naked.
"But I want to hear your answer. You did start this conversation, and I want to finish it." I'm leaning against the counter, resting my head in my hand and look at her intently, so she knows she has my full attention.
She looks at the floor and takes a deep breath. "I kinda walked in last night while you were in the... um yeah." My eyes grew wide. She's blushing?
Possibly blushing because I don't think she's ever seen a naked man before.
"You remember that?" The expression her face held tells me what I need. "But I thought you were drunk and didn't remember coming to my house?"
"Okay, you go take that shower and then you can take me home. I'll find a way in, I think theres still a spare key by the door."
"After everything I went through last night, I want you to tell what you remember." I want a straight answer, then I'll know if she heard my confession, that I desperately want her to know. I just can't get up the nerve.
We all know I have no problem getting anything else up. Thats for damn sure.
"Well I..." I can see it in her face something clicked, "what did you go through?"
"What are you talking about?" Now I'm confused.
"You said, 'after everything I went through last night', what did you go through?" She's repeating herself on me.
Oh, shit! Think, Quincy, think. 'Jude's only in a t-shirt'. Not like that! Where does she get off asking me this, I brought her into my home and took care of her. Thats it!
"I had to take care of you last night and I made it so you didn't do anything stupid. We don't need anymore trouble with Darius." That's most of the truth.
"Okay, why don't you go take that shower now so you can take me home." She smiles sadly, Jude kind of looks disappointed.
"Go get dressed, I'll take you now." She gets up and goes to the living room for her clothes. She is still wearing the sad expression as she heads upstairs to change.
After I dressed I waited for her by the door. I noticed that my shirt is stuffed into her bag. I like the fact that she wants to wear my clothes especially to bed.
The car ride is mostly silent. She would cough every time it got too uncomfortable. Just for there to be some type of distraction.
I watch as she searches for the key, I'm not going to leave her if she can't find it. As soon as the door is open she turns to wave and disappears inside. She had the same look she had in the kitchen.
That leaves me with a pile of questions: Does she know? Is that what she wanted me to admit? To make sure she had heard me correctly. I should just march up to the door and tell her.
But I won't, it will be soon. She'll know the truth, who knows? I could be ready tomorrow... or now.
I feel a serge of confidence and turn off the car. I speedily make my way to the door. I knock, but I'm not sure if it was audible. I go to knock again but the door opens. I take a deep breath in and hold it for a few seconds. Upon letting it out I start to speak.
"Jude I..."
Yeah, I pulled a line from Instant Star (season 2).
(Licentious A/N: I had to throw that word in, I love it.)
Song: When The Lights Go Out by 5ive
I don't think this is comparable to the first chapter but here you go.
Which I reread the first chapter to this and, What the hell was I thinking? I'm seriously deranged. I should be put away. I knew I was crazy but this bad. Odd thing is I don't write humor. Sometime everything just comes out funny. I'll take it as a gift. There could possibly be 2-3 more chapters to this if you were interested. I have 2 chapters planned out already.
And I have the next chap. of É Vero ready to go. Plus quite a few other story ideas in mind.
Okay I really need to get out of this guys mind and back into my own. This is a sad sad day in the world of me. I don't understand why I'm writing in Tommy's point a view, if I could channel someone else I would. But sadly me and Tommy seem to be stuck together. Not that I mind, now if only I could picture him naked. Kidding, I've seen him naked and wish I didn't. He's too skinny. But a nice ass, I know TMI. I ramble.
Tell me if you have any ideas for this. I still need all the help I can get. Is there something you want to see happen, like Jude out with someone else, more torturing of Tommy, maybe?
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