A/N: New pen name. Ahahaahahahaha. *shrinks back in fear of annoying you guys* My last, I swear. Additional Note/Warning: This chapter is quite lame, and I don't think I deserve any reviews, considering its mainly fluff and whatnot- cheesy things, but I promise the next few chapters will include at least a minor amount of conflict.
I apologize in advance for wasting your time with this awful read.
Pure Intentions
Chapter Eleven: Stay
Foolishly, and despite the warning signs, Chris decides to leave long after his sister and Shawn's odd exchange. He trusts her, but doesn't yet know whats happening with her, but doesn't ask anything else as he gets ready to depart.
Violet's in the shower, and he can hear her singing lightly; the lyrics of her favorite songs. It brings a smile to his face, and somehow, when he realizes he's going to leave the two alone together, a wave of security rushes through him. He actually believes that with the older man, Violet will be alright. He doesn't know if this irregular feeling was brought on by the sight of seeing him console her, or possibly the fact that he was going completely insane–or maybe both–but he chooses to let this new feeling control his judgement.
Chris exits the room, and Shawn is left laying on the bed, sorting through his options, his memories and what-not. Especially those on the topic on Violet and Evan's fight/break-up.
And when the woman emerges from the bathroom, clad in her mint green pajama bottoms and tank top, all thoughts completely dissipate. He's nearly staring, but forces himself to concentrate on blank, dulling things, such as the wall behind the television. It helps, although not entirely.
He clears his throat and makes a move to stand up, but her sudden words keep him frozen in place.
"...You can stay the night," She says, running her hands through her damp, darkened hair. Her eyes are beckoning for him to accept, but her attitude tells him thats only if he wants to.
Shawn, whom was laying on her bed (being on Chris' made him rather uncomfortable) slowly nods (he can't believe he actually did so), confirming that he'll stay. Both know that Chris is not going to be back until later tomorrow.
Its more than a hunch, less than a fact, and equal to an estimate.
The older man attempts to get up again to move to the couch, or possibly her brother's bed, but she stops him once again. "If you'd like... you can sleep with me," At once, she catches her mistake and corrects it, her gentle voice laden with amusement, "I mean, um, in the other way."
HBK blushes, and effortlessly returns her lovely grin–he'd loved to, surprisingly–but doesn't know if it'd be alright, be appropriate.
And nearly five minutes later when she crawls under the blanket with him without having to hear an answer from him, he doesn't dare object. Yet, he finds himself distancing his body from hers.
Its nearly midnight (as he had stayed for hours afterwards the revealing of Violet's heartache), and as she settles down, she kills the power of the lamp, afflicting total darkness upon the two.
A suffocating, awkward silence descends upon them but Shawn hears her gentle, soft voice once again. His back is to her, and he can feel her breath against his neck; he shivers.
"Shawn?" She calls, sounding like a little kid afraid of a thunder storm, and picturing this, the image gives him a smile.
"Yeah?" He answers, curious to hear what she was about to ask.
It takes a few moments for her to come out with her request, but when she does, she catches him totally off-guard. "Can you hold me?"
His relatively slow mind can't seem to process this. Did he hear her correctly? Did those words just come out of her mouth? Or was he just editing her words so that they'd come out what he wanted to hear?
But as if automatically, he slowly rotated his body around to face her and felt her wiggle to be closer to him. He can't put off the desire to cradle her in his arms for any longer, so he does that as well. Its a magnificent feeling, he realizes, as if he expected something less. How would that be possible? Especially with such a sweet and breath-takingly stunning girl he's fortunate enough to hold in a grip, and to share a bed with.
He makes a mental note to thank God, seriously.
Violet couldn't have been more at ease as she listened to his steady breaths, her face hidden in the surrounding wall that was his chest, feeling his stomach rise and fall in a pattern; and a lulling one at that.
She feels as if she's dreaming, even though she hasn't drifted off to sleep yet. She can't believe she's with him right now, right here in this position. Never would she have believed in a million years that she'd be in the Heartbreak Kid's hold, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Its beautifully hard to swallow.
Her eyes flutter closed, but with an abrupt impulse seconds later, she shifts her upper body higher so that she could press her lips against his. He tensed at the unexpected contact, but responded soon after. His mouth moved along with hers, falling into a cycle, one that was both addictive and reassuring. Enclose, still, and taste–he tasted raspberry, she tasted chapstick.
The pair seperated, their breathing slightly more hitched than it was before. The man's eyes were still closed, hers too, his hands resting on the small of her back.
"Violet..." Shawn breathed, adjusting to the fact that he had kissed her again, and it didn't end with him rushing away, and he has a hard time adjusting to the fact that he's laying with her. It's all so surreal.
"Did this happen too fast?" Violet whispers, and he know what she means by 'this'. She means them, because surely, by now they were–finally–together. He can't say he's not relieved, because he thought he'd lose her to Evan, or to the the over-bearing protectiveness of Chris. The latter, which when he thinks about it, can still happen.
Chris doesn't know that they'd been attracted to eachother (well, that remains true for him, he's not so sure about Violet) since day one. But maybe he had a feeling and maybe he will accept the idea of them when they tell him.
He shakes his head in response to her question, and although she can't see him in the shadows, she knows he disagrees.
"It didn't happen fast enough," He admits quietly and leans down to place a goodnight peck to her forehead. And within ten minutes, the new-found couple has slipped into a peaceful, warm slumber.
In the morning, Violet wakes up to the feel of the front his body pressed against her back. She must've twisted around her sleep, she figures, and turns around to face him again. She tries her hardest to do this gently, not to break him out of his sleep. He looks happy, looks beautiful. She still can't believe this has happened.
He stirs, and she instantly throws away the act of trying not to awake him. Violet kisses the corner of his mouth twice and then again at the center.
Not long after, he's kissing her back, pleased to be awoken with such tenderness, such a great sensuality.
"Good morning to you too," He grins, but before he can chuckle at her adorable eagerness, the younger Irvine tugs at the hem of his shirt, giving him a hint that she wants it off.
He obliges and lifts the material from his self, tossing it carelessly to the side. He doesn't intend to go any further, but with how she's currently grazing her fingertips on his skin, he almost re-thinks that notion.
"Vi...don't..." He cautions, because more of her touch will send him careening down the pit of recklessness, and he'll more than readily abandon all senses, but he didn't want to destroy such an amazing thing in a short amount of time.
The girl pouts and feigns disapointment. "I need you," She tells him, her green eyes staring deeply into his, knowing fully well that the desire is mutual.
"As do I you," Shawn replies solemnly, "but we can't."
"Why not?"
HBK leans down and lays a kiss upon her temple, her eyelids, her nose. "Because I want to make this last."
"Let's go swimming," Violet suggests as the result of a spontaneous impulse. It was two days before the first official day of summer, but the girl could hardly wait.
When she was young–about the ages of 4 to 12–she remembers spending every warm day of the season at the beaches located in the outskirts of her home city. She would bathe the whole day, only coming out for short periods to devour delicious sandwiches made by her loving aunt. Then, after waiting around 40 minutes (just to be safe) she'd jump right back into the water, singing a tune only she would know because she'd made it up and kept it from anybody else.
Chris told her that when she was just a baby, their mother would always predict that Violet would grow up to be some sort of mermaid. She was half-right, the younger Irvine loved to swim almost more than she did singing, but now she hardly ever got to do it anymore. And the times she did were in pools filled with chlorine, a very harsh chemical she really, really hated. It would make her skin itch and dry, and would rob her hair of its natural moisture. She had made a pact with her Canadian friends that she'd never swim in another again, which was broken in less than half a month. She couldn't help her need to splash about in bodies of water.
So when the siblings arrived in this lower than average populated city, she knew at once that there was more than one lake around somewhere. So she made up her mind and concluded that she would go, and this was the perfect timing. She had Shawn with her, and implied that this could count as their first (official) date. He looked at her with some worry before agreeing.
"Okay then... but I've got to go get my swim shorts."
Violet grinned, this day was going to be wonderful.
-x-
It proves to be so. The two are relaxing beside the sunlight reflecting body of fresh, pure water. The sight is spectacular, and being surrounded by something other than the likes of tall buildings and heavy traffic is amazing and satisfying as well.
Violet's wearing a modest–but still sexy and skin-revealing–two piece, turqoise hued, bathing suit. It shows off her assets well, Shawn notices with a glance, but at the same time it labels her as innocent as well as beautiful.
He holds himself back from rushing into touching her. After all, its only been, what, 13 and a half hours since they've gotten together? This fact is both gratifying and nerve wracking at once. What if he did something to wreck their developing relationship? He couldn't imagine what, but it would be dire. So he sanctions himself to tiny portions of rules and regulations. All of which related to that of his girlfriend.
Could he even call her that? Were they evening dating? Its all so startling and hard to process.
"Its gorgeous out," Violet commented as she set her towel down onto the grass. She kicked off her sandals and fastly tread over to the shore, dipping her feet in. "Oh, the water is perfect."
The Heartbreak Kid watches as her body disappears beneath the sparkling surface only to re-emerge not a few seconds later. She's completely drenched, laughing outrageously at her mistake. Whilst getting up, her tied straps had come undone (the top was of a halter design), but she quickly noticed and fixed it before Shawn could see her exposed chest.
"Sorry," She giggled, and right after she apologized for the mishap, she turned, her back to him, and dove again.
How on earth did he ever manage to end up with someone as lively and young as she was?
When she resurfaced, he was still sitting lazily on the dock; swinging his feet over the edge.
"Join me!" Violet insisted, wanting nothing more than his body enclosed around hers again. He shook his head, but maintained his grin. "Maybe later."
The girl distorted her face in mock frustration. "Shawnnn!" She whined, swimming the distance to the dock and holding herself against it. He continued to refuse, prompting her to use her upper body strength (which wasn't really much) to pull herself from the water and onto the wooden deck. Her body collapsed against the heated boards, water dripping down from her limbs, her hair, her skin–which was glistening amazingly in the bright light.
Shawn lowered himself down beside her, noticing that the sun's harmful rays were blaring directly onto the two. If they weren't careful, they'd leave this place practically fried.
"We should've brought sunscreen..." He groaned at his stupidity and placed his unneeded jacket (lying inertly a few feet away from him) upon her torso to at least keep her from getting burnt in that region. Violet glanced at him, adoration in her eyes for such a simple yet romantic gesture.
"Thanks," She appreciates his thoughfulness to the extent that she can't voice it in words. He rests himself on his forearms as he hovers above her.
"Don't mention it."
He leans down and their lips meet for what feels like the thousandth time that day, both adjusting to the relatively new ability to kiss one another. The experiance is electrifying, heart-stopping. He pulls away, and she's left beaming below him.
"Do you still remember the things I told you?" She asks, referring to the period earlier in the morning in which she told him of the many beliefs and attributes that made her herself. He chuckles, bringing about a great bubble of happiness inside of Violet.
"Of course I do," He answers, holding himself up with one arm (thank God he was stronger than she was or she'd be crushed by now) while using the other to ghost his knuckles across her cheeks, her chin. It takes a lot of self-control for the sister of The Ayatollah of Rock 'N Rollah to stop herself from moaning out loud at his touch. Although she doesn't know why she's holding back, if he heard that she liked what he was doing, maybe he'd allow them to go further...
"I don't want to ruin this," She hears him mumble, but can't find the words to reply. Instead, she pulls him into her body, probably soaking him a little. The material of her bathing suit still hadn't dried completely.
"Violet..." He whimpers slightly, his obvious concern being that what she's implying will rush their beginning. She on the other hand, believes consummating their 'progress' (she almost laughs aloud for thinking such a thing) will solidify their being a couple. It was all at once confusing, tiring (from thinking about every move they made, wondering what will happen next) and risky. The last of the three not as bad as the two, given it brought thrills and whatnot to the both of them.
Her tiny hands drag across his abdomen (covered by a very thin navy blue wifebeater - when she tells him what its called, he flinches, she laughs for hours) and stops at the restraint of his shorts. She pauses, and turns her attention from what she's doing–or attempting to, anyways–to the person she's doing it to.
Her breaths suddenly become heavier, as do his and they're still, paralyzed with many ideas. Violet regrains her voice after a while, and brings her hands to the back of his neck. "Why are you so afraid of being intimate with me?"
The question is a whisper, and it draws a quiet gasp from the man. He blinks, utterly speechless for the moment.
"...You want to know?"
She nods, and he keeps gazing down at her. He's troubled, she observes.
"I guess... I guess I'm afraid that you'll take off as soon as you realize that I'm much older than you make me out to be," He says, chewing on the inner tissue of his lip, his eyes dart between her and whatever he can find to focus on. A look of confusion flickers in her green orbs for a few seconds before Shawn makes it clear on what he means exactly.
"You know... physically." HBK winces and goes to sit up, she follows his motion.
"Is that what you think?"
Its pretty obvious after he has explained it and everything, but she's inquiring it just to make sure she'd heard him right. "That I won't want you once we... you know...?" A faint shade of pink creeps up onto her cheeks but it vanishes as quickly as it had appeared. He mouths 'yes', avoiding any eye-contact whatsoever.
The woman is determined to set him straight; she grabs one of his hands and confidently persuades him to look at her.
"That's far from what I'd do," She states, now pressing her palm flush against his chest, the couple's forehead's resting on the other's. "I'd never do such a thing, believe me. Shawn, I know we're going a bit too fast, but I promise, I don't think I'd ever want anyone else besides you–emotionally, or physically."
He's stunned now at her mere choice of words, of her three sentence speech, he can't find the ability to reply, but finds it's easier to respond with a kiss. So he does just that.
Its heated, passionate and everything in between, and at the very same moment the lovers are moving forward with their couplehood, Chris is asking himself where in the world would Violet be.
Ah, well, that was a fail. I think I rushed their relationship. :l