DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WOWP OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.
A/N: Warning! Sexy scenes up ahead! xD
Chapter 2-My first, My last, My only
February, 2018:
"Don't..." he moans against her lips. She leans deeper into the kiss, now slowly snaking her arms around his neck. He allows himself to succumb to her for a moment, and then jerks back from her face with an effort.
"I made a promise." His mouth feels dry, without the wetness of her lips on his, and the words feel hollow and empty, as they tumble out in a rush.
She clearly isn't interested in the words though-how utterly predictable- for she makes an impatient noise and tugs his face back towards hers, her fingers still pressed to the back of his neck.
"...Till death do us part."
She stops and blinks at him.
"So?"
"So?! Alex, I-"
"Promises," her eyes glitter dangerously, and she tilts her head to the side, "are meant to be broken."
"Bu-"
"Oh, surely you know that, brother?"
After nearly five years, that...term (fucking label) shouldn't sting this much, but it does. There's nothing loving in the way she says it either; it's pure venom. Not that he can really blame her for it...
Almost as though she's aware of his train of thought -and he wouldn't be surprised in the least if she is-she leans in swiftly and kisses him before he can do anything about it. And once she starts, there really is nothing he can do about it. His hands drop down to her waist and his fingers trace small circles in the small of her back. Despite things like time and family and scruples and fidelity and how wrong, wrong, wrong this is...he can't deny how fucking perfect she feels in his embrace; how their lips meld together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, how her breath on his face sends every last coherent thought flying out of his brain, how-
She pulls away then, smiling; triumphant.
(She's always emerged the victor, one way or another.)
"You also know," she murmurs huskily, "That you don't really love her, the way you love me."
(And what way is that, exactly?)
She kisses him again, sucking on his bottom lip, with a light smirk. He fights back a moan and curses himself for being so weak, so powerless, when it comes to her. She's pretty much pinned him to the wall by now, and is removing his shirt buttons, one by one, slowly and tantalizingly. She gracefully lifts up a long, bare leg and sets them astride his hips. Unable to resist himself, he runs a finger along the pale expanse of bare skin on her thighs, and feels her shiver in response. He feels something building up in the pit of his stomach, something he hasn't felt in...forever. She runs a long, manicured hand along his chest, and he tightens his grip on her waist in response. Her kisses are getting quicker, breathier and more frenzied, and his own breathing is becoming more haggard and shallow as well. It sickens him to his stomach to feel this kind of lust and longing coursing through his veins, even after all this time; to feel his blood boil at the mere sight of her semi-naked body, and for his senses to feel revitalized at her most fleeting touch. He hates himself for doing this to Cami, and wrecking his perfect (empty) life. He hates himself for being unable to Just. Say. No.
"Oh God, Alex..."
"Shut up!" She pulls back, suddenly. "Just shut the fuck up!"
He gapes at her sudden mood change. Her eyes look like slits and her lips have turned into a thin line.
"You. Broke. Me." she's dangerously close and she looks downright lethal. If it weren't for the fact that her hands are shaking, he'd almost fear for his life due to the death grip she's got on him
"Oh, Alex..." His voice softens and before he knows it, he's cradling his baby sister in his arms, as she sobs into his bare chest. They're still in a rather compromising position, but he's got bigger worries than a few discarded clothes now (and isn't that ironic?)
"...I should never have come back."
And although his rational mind completely agrees with her, for some reason, his heart still ends up plummeting into his stomach.
She snuggles up to him, nestling her beautiful blonde head into the crook of his neck. He's got an arm draped around her and he stares at the ceiling, unable to meet her gaze. (He's secretly perturbed by the fact that she seems awfully calm for someone who just had pretty bad sex.)She strokes his chest absentmindedly but if he were actually looking at her right now, he would see her lips pulled into a slight frown. She draws in a deep, long breath and he braces himself for the onslaught of questions that will inevitably come.
"...Why did she leave so suddenly? I thought she was here to stay for like, a week."
Justin's breath hitches in his throat and he involuntarily tightens his grip on her shoulder. Definitely not the first question he expects her to ask. If it were anyone else but Cami, and if she had been talking about anyone else but...her, then he would have almost believed it to be an attempt to lighten the mood in the form of mundane small talk. Seeing as she catches him off guard, however, his reaction to her words isn't very subtle. (Can she feel the thump-thump-thump of his heart?)
He swallows quickly-feeling her steely gaze trained to the side of his face- and struggles to redeem himself, knowing he must tread carefully;
"You know Alex," He shrugs, not coming off quite as casual as he's aiming for, "She's flighty and restless. Can't stay in one place long enough before she starts feeling bore-"
"Did you have a fight?"
"Wha-? No, w-why would you think that?"
He turns around to face her, eyes wide, mouth twitching. She turns around as well, pulling the bed sheet up to cover her chest. That little defensive action of hers makes his heart sink; she only does that when they have a fight. Her eyes are bright, electrifying and rather distrustful; but her gaze is steady, unwavering (unlike his, which is shifty and guilt-ridden.)
"You're not usually this..." she pauses, searching for a more tactful word, perhaps, "...lifeless in bed, unless you're upset about something."
"Alex, look. Neither of us planned for this to happen, alright?"
His expression hardens and he looks back up at the ceiling. "I'm not upset."
"Well, at least you have a life now, Justin! I have nothing!"
She stares at him in disbelief, before quickly rearranging her features into a more gentle countenance, and then, rather cautiously,
"Justin, if you don't wanna talk about it right now, that's fine. But please...don't shut me out."
"You know what your problem is? As long as everything's easy, you don't care how screwed up things actually are. But when things get just a little rough, you're the first one to run. Damn it, I wanna make this right, Alex...but you won't let me in."
"I have to get up early tomorrow. Good night, Cami."
"You're no Saint either, Justin. If you truly felt nothing after what happened, then why did you kiss me that night?"
Her smile falters and he silently resents himself for being the cause behind the hurt in those pools of cerulean blue. She just lets out a tiny little sigh and then drops a chaste kiss on his lips before falling back on her pillow.
"Good night. You know I love you, Justin."
"..."
"Just tell me you don't love me and I'll go."
"Alex, you're my sister. O-Of course, I love you."
"Don't play dumb with me, Justin. You know what I mean. Go on, say it."
"Ale-"
"Say it!"
"...I don't love you."
(The next morning, his eyes are still fixated on the ceiling.)
December, 2012:
It's literally no surprise that his first time with her is his first time ever.
(Because she hasn't taken away enough already, right?)
He's secretly appalled at how...proficient she seems to be in this. He always knew Alex was wild but getting a live, physical demonstration of her prowess in this particular field is frankly rather disturbing.
(...And kinda hot.)
However, despite his novice status, she easily guides him through it, and gives him a thorough tour of her body (and fuck, wow.)Even setting aside all that's wrong about this-which is, let's see, pretty much everything- he doesn't think he'll ever recover from this; this exhilarating, mind-blowing, heart-stopping sensation of just...being alive. And maybe it's pretty fucked up that his goddamn sister had to be the one to give him that experience, but hey, that doesn't imply that she's the only one who ever can.
(He later finds out that she really is.)
Besides, this whole thing is a mistake, a huge mistake, triggered by a moment of weakness (bring on the clichés, folks.) All they have to do is pretend it never happened and go back to their lives as normal. (That ship sailed long ago though, didn't it?) And deep down, he knows pretty fucking well that he should be ending this right now, but well, he's always been a finish-what-you-started kinda guy.
And he isn't generally the type to quell his logical, rational, reasoning side-which is currently flashing red alert signals all over his brain-but as her smirking (sexy) face looms into view, he's starting to think...he could really go for round two.
(It's the beginning of the end.)
A/N: Hi guys! Sorry about the long wait! Before I forget, here's a shout out to my beta reader, Sapphire93. Thanks for everything!
Thank you to everyone who reviewed/favorited/followed this story! It makes me so happy to see that this fandom-albeit, old-is still alive! Your words were very kind and encouraging, and I can only hope to live up to your expectations. I'll do my best, I promise! Your reviews egg me on, though, seriously. Please don't stop. I will sincerely try to be less irregular from now on.
Anyway, with this chapter, I have set the foundation of the story and explored all the timelines involved. Now we'll be slowly working our way up on all of them. The fun starts now! If anything in this chapter came across as a little cryptic, it was done intentionally. But if you're still confused, feel free to ask. I know too the feeling all too well.
Incidentally, how was the Jalex make-out scene? I'm not really used to writing those, but I hope it was sensual enough. I really want to bring out the mood, in each scene.
Also, did anyone notice that the first word of this chap was the same as the last word in the previous chap? xD
Con-crit is welcomed, but no flames please!
Once again, thank you, my wonderful readers. Please drop a review while you're at it! See ya soon! Next chap is gonna be much longer, so stay tuned! Love you all!^^