(KIND OF) IMPORTANT A/N: Okay guys, this is going to sound cruel and unusual, but I wanna try to hit 200 reviews before chapter 40. Please? Make me feel loved!!!! Oh, and this ficlet is TylerxReid based on my real-life relationship. =D Thanks for reading!!
Dark Angel's Blue Fire: Yes, Reid and Tyler rock. But I think this one is going to rock your socks right off...
Autumn's Shadow: I couldn't stop smiling while I wrote it. I mean, my Bastian is boisterous blond with bright blue eyes and I myself am a curly-haired brunette. So for some reason, I thought of Reid and Tyler in our positions. (Though Bastian didn't kiss me senseless and take me home with him, lol.)
Sometimes you think you get to know someone. You spend so much time with them that you gradually begin to believe there's not much about them that you don't know. And sometimes they come out of nowhere with some sort of strange surprise for you. It usually happens once you start seeing them away from everyone else, when you pull them out of the social setting and into one that's a little more subdued.
In the seventeen and a half years that I've known Baby Boy, he's always been content to do what he's told. If I were to look at him and ask him to finish my anatomy paper (like I so often do) he would and he wouldn't question it. He might tell me that one of these days he's not going to be around to finish my work, but it never goes beyond that.
A night at Nicky's changed that perception. I'm pretty sure I'd had at least half a dozen drinks before Tyler showed up to come get me. Nick had called him again, said he didn't want me driving home in the condition I was in. I'll never forget what he said to me. He said "Reid, you can't keep doing this to yourself. You take anatomy, you know what alcohol does to the liver." It was the funniest thing I'd ever heard. I doubt I'll ever forget that, just becuase it strikes me as funny, even now when I'm completely sober.
Baby Boy drove me home that night. He helped me walk up those damn stairs to my bedroom. I sorta tipped over and crashed into the bed and took him with me. I was half-way sober by this point instead of completely sloshed. I told him I'd always wanted to kiss him. Hey, a drunk boy's words are a sober boy's thoughts. He just looked down at me for a little while and then he smiled at me.
I've never fought so hard to be in control in my life. I fought with everything that I had and it still didn't work. I never really took Tyler for the dominant personality in a relationship, but I'll be damned if that's not what he is. On the outside, he's willing to take whatever you throw at him. But put him in the bedroom and all he knows is control. He somehow managed to kiss me hard enough to bust the inside of my lip. I'd never experienced anything quite so exhilarating in my life. It was strangely nice to not have to be in control for once, to not have to lead some clumsy girl through the motions, to have someone else take the lead.
Maybe this secret side of Tyler is best kept a secret. It's been well-hidden up until this point. Tyler knows when to let me think I'm in control and when to toss that notion out the window. I've got to admit, this dominant streak Baby Boy's kept hidden is pretty damn hot...