It had been a week since Alejandro had touched her, and Heather hadn't slept since.
No matter how she tried to ignore it, Heather couldn't ignore the need that had begun with the simple touch she'd recieved from Alejandro. Every time she tried to sleep, she dreamt dark, sinful, and fascinating dreams where a faceless stranger would always appear to tempt her. Whenever she picked up a book and tried to read away the feeling, she would find her mind wandering, and the feeling showing itself once more by forming a sticky pool in her panties. And when she tried to mimic what had been the most erotic experience of her life, she could only find herself deeply disappointed in her lack of seductive talent. Her fingers were too soft, and her motions too hesitant.
When she finished trying to toy with herself, Heather drifted into a restless sleep
Alejandro had discipline. He had taught himself to rise with the sun, to manipulate others, and how to play with his pawns. Like a wild game of chess without a Queen, Alejandro commanded others to love him, to do his dirty work, to die for him.
Alejandro allowed a single tear to fall down his face, watching it fall down the nose of the man in his mirror. he could only refer to himself as that because admitting to his tears was akin to admitting defeat; admitting he did not control every aspect of himself. After all: if one cannot control oneself, how can one even hope to control others?
The Spanish teen wiped the tear away and threw on a robe before heading out into the hallway. He grinned. "Heather, Mi querida, you have no idea the plans I have in store for you." And with that, he sauntered down the hall toward Heather's room.
Sierra was curled up in bed next to Cody, happily enjoying a trip to dream land whilst she was still half awake. She dreamed of love; of loving and being loved in return. It was easy for Sierra to pretend when she wrapped herself in Cody's unconscious embrase. While Cody would always reject her when he was awake, he had no power to do so when he was alseep.
"Gwen," Cody groaned. Sierra frowned and furrowed her brows without opening her eyes. It was common for Cody to talk about Gwen in his sleep, and Sierra had tried getting used to it, but she couldn't. Hearing him talk about that Goth Girl caused Sierra to 'wake up and smell the roses'. She couldn't very well pretend to be in her lover's embrase when her lover was dreaming about another girl!
She didn't want to pretend he loved her anymore.
Alejandro had watered a seed that had already been planted by hours of watching Total Drama reruns; Sierra was very fond of Heather. Though she would deny it to her grave, Heather fascinated Sierra. Every strand of faux hair, every scarcastic smirk, every genuine giggle, everything Heather. Everthing drew Sierra to her like a moth to flame. Sierra didn't know why, but it was true. Even Cody, the adorable 'ladies man', couldn't compete with Queen Bee Heather.
Sierra sighed, opened her eyes, and rolled on her side. Cody's arms slipped off of her, and the movement woke him."Sierra!" he squeaked. "Why are you in my room! And why are you in a..." he took a moment to appreciate the sight. Sierra wore her hair down when she slept, and liked to wear expensive nighties to bed. Cody, like any man, couldn't help but notice. "Um, why are you... Why are you here?"
Sierra turned, still frowning and deep in thought. "Cody, do you ever get sick of chasing Gwen around? I mean: it's not like she'll ever love you, and it's obvious you like her."
Cody bit his lip and thought for a solid minuite before answering. "But I like her, and she's the most amazing girl I've even met. I mean, she's so independant, and so, SO hot!" A dreamy grin found its way to Cody's lips. "It's just, well... I might as well try."
Sierra grabbed a lock of her hair and nervously began to braid it. "So, you keep trying for something you'll never have?"
"Never have?" Cody proped himself up, resting his head in his hand, and looked straight at Sierra. "Maybe Gwen won't ever love me, but at least she might be my friend. That would be enough. Some people just aren't meant to be together like that, but I think Gwen and I are. Who knows; maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you and I..." Cody let his words trail off, giggling at the idea he'd been about to share. "Never mind."
"So, you think I should go for it?"
"Go for what?"
"OMG, Cody! Epic fail!" Sierra opens her eyes to look at Cody, a grin spreading over her face. "Should I go after the person I like?"
Cody, believing Sierra was refering to him, turned away. "Well, Sierra, I don't know... I guess that you should just, you know, talk to them and see if that'd be okay."
"Alejandro," moaned the raven-haired beauty. Her faceless suitor's lips trailed down her neck, and Heather threw her head bak in responce. His tongue ran between her breasts, leaving a delicious trail of saliva behind. Every motion left her gasping for breath, and every touch moved against the grooves of her body until there was nothing left but to grind back. The suitor, whom Heather believed to be Alejandro, kissed her breasts, taking an erect nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled and his teeth nipped. He pulled at her flesh in a way that made her eyes roll back into her head and her very center um. Jolt after jolt shook through her, and she pulled at his long hair.
He growled with satisfaction at her responces, brought his hands behind her back, and supported her as he lowered her back onto some soft surface. He was hovering now, his mouth leaving one breast for the other and his hand coming to take its place. His fingers copied the wiggling movements of his mouh, pulling and tweaking until Heather found herself groaning and writhing beneath him.
"Alejandro, wait," she begged, her voice horribly weak and breathy.
The suitor looked confused. "Alejandro?" Suddenly, the scenery turned from some organic bedroom backdrop into the Total Drama Jet, and the faceless figure split in two. One half took the form of the man who had seduced Heather with one hand literally behind his back, and the other remained faceless. "OMG, Heather! I can't believe you thought I was Alejandro!" Slowly, a few strands of purple hair began to grow from the figure's head, braiding themselves as they fell. "I mean, you'd think a girl would remember her own alliance buddy." The figure's skin tanned, and bands of color began to flow freely around it, sticking to the figure's body and forming clothes. "Do you know who I am, Heather? Do you?" The figure's face slowly began molding itself into a familiar form, and facial features began to be noticable.
Heather awoke with a start when loudly came a rapping at her hotel room door. She was sweating and more after her erotic dream, and the bodily fluids left an embarrasing stain on her bedsheets. She stood, taking having breaths just at the effort to stand, and opened the door.