AN: Pretty much all the vampires and a bit of the wolf-pack belong to SM.
I don't even own Trisha, Ethan, David, Taylor, or any of the other wolf kids, except Jesse. They belong to yay4shanghai. She's just letting me borrow them for a little while because she's cool like that!
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Very, very special thanks to yay4shanghai for being the most awesome beta on the face of the planet and a majorly cool person and to KupKakes09 because she rocks and I bounce a lot of ideas off her through our late night e-mails! Don't forget to show them some love!
Also, check out these other authors: She's A Boozer, Zuzak, Augustblack, and NataliaNicolette.
WARNING: There are numerous mentions of oral sex in this chapter. If oral sex offends you, turn back now! You have been warned!
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Chapter 15: "Pillow Talking"
TRISHA'S POV
When I woke up I felt safe. I felt safe and warm and, well, loved. I have never doubted it, since the imprint, David's love for me. I knew he did and I knew a part of me loved him back. Maybe not the same kind of love, but I needed time to figure that out.
He was holding me close and it felt nice, his massive frame clutching my petite body. I looked at his face, examining the lines, and letting his snores lull me to an awakened relaxed state. I couldn't help but stare at him. He even slept with a goofy smile on his face. I brushed a few stray hairs from his forehead and ran my fingers down his cheek.
I knew he would be waking up soon. Only a few days of school left, and I had to admit, I was sad to know I wouldn't be riding to school with David and Mark next year. It was definitely going to be lonely without them next year.
I traced David's lips with my finger, kissing my fingertips and then placed them on his cheek. I watched him stir and then open his eyes.
"Morning, Dollface," he mumbled. I don't know why I liked it so much, but I loved that he called me "dollface." It made me feel special and beautiful, something I had been lacking since the exodus of Ethan.
"Good morning, giant man who morphs into a wolf," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
He laughed. "I give you dollface and that's the best you can come up with?"
"Give me a while and I'll think of something," I sighed.
He rolled over and glanced at the clock.
"You need to get ready for school," I said, feeling very motherly.
He nodded. "I'll stay with you if you want. I can skip."
"No, you need to go. Just a few more days left, so make them count," I said.
He smiled at me. "Can I come get you after school? You want to see Jesse, right?"
"Yeah. I need to get home before the 'rents wake. I'll be in deep shit. They already think I'm entirely insane," I said, rolling my eyes.
He rolled on his back and I hitched my leg over him to get out of the bed, the bed that was pushed against the wall, practically trapping me. The intention was just to step over him but I stopped for a minute, straddling him. Hello Morning Wood! I thought, as I felt him underneath me. As much as I knew it was wrong and way too soon, the hormonal teenager came out and I relished the feeling of him pressed hard against me, only my panties and his boxers separating us.
I couldn't help it. I was looking so deeply into his eye seeing all the love there. I grinded my hips against him, feeling him harden more and feeling myself get wetter.
"Ahhh…" He groaned, licking his lips, and moving his hands to my hips.
He didn't take his eyes off of me, but a look of confusion replaced the admiration that was previously there. He swallowed hard. David knew I shouldn't be doing this, that I was only concerned with the pleasurable feeling between my legs and not the emotions that came with going any further.
"Trisha," he said, almost like he was reprimanding me. "I think you probably need to get home."
Yet another rejection! It's not like I wanted to have sex with him. I just needed to feel…good, euphoric, pleased, etc. I looked down and then pulled myself off of him. Instead of the pleasure I was hoping for, I felt shame and hurt.
"Trisha. Wait. Dollface," he was calling after me but I just kept walking to the window. I was too embarrassed to look at him. "Please stop."
I did, but kept my head down, staring at my bare feet. "I'm sorry. I didn't…I don't know what came over me…I just needed…" I couldn't think of a nice way to explain that I was basically being selfish and using him to get off.
"Trisha…" He stood next to me, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "You don't think I wouldn't love to rip your clothes off and fuck you 'til Tuesday?"
Wow, that was graphic.
"Cuz I would." Now he was trying to avoid eye contact with me. "But we've got stuff to do before we get to that stage, stuff to talk about and deal with."
I was amazingly surprised at how responsible and adult-like David was being. He was taking this, us, seriously, and I felt bad, knowing that he didn't want to screw it up, and that my heart still didn't completely belong to him. I guess part of it did, but not enough for me to want to make love to him for anything other than pleasure. He was right, though. I needed to get a lot of stuff out in the open before I thought about intimacy with anyone.
"Listen, I'll come get you after school. We'll come see Jesse and you can stay for dinner, if you want," David said. I could hear the nervousness in his voice, his fear of rejection.
I turned and kissed him on the cheek. "Of course, Dimples."
"Dimples? What the fuck?" He said, laughing.
"You know, because you have such a beautiful smile and those cute little dimples," I said, blushing.
"I can deal with that," he said, helping me crawl through the window. "I'll be by at 3:30."
"I'll be there," I smiled.
I would, of course, be there, seeing as how I had no intention of leaving the house other than to make my way to David's anytime soon. I wasn't ready for it, the looks people would give me, looks of either pity or disdain—I didn't know which was worse. As much as Ethan was shamed for his actions, a lot of people, including most of the wolf-girls, my mother included, knew this dilemma, this chaos, had its roots in me. It definitely wasn't a good feeling considering the fact that I had spent most of my life adoring the wolf-girls and yearning for the day I could join their ranks.
I made my way home swiftly, crawling through the window, and sliding into bed just in time to hear Dad open the door. I closed my eyes pretending to sleep.
"Baby girl?" He whispered, loudly.
I pulled my knees to my chest, listening as Dad walked over to me. He moved a few stray strands of hair from my face, kissing my cheek, and saying, "I hope you have a better day today."
I listened for him to shut the front door and relaxed.
"You can stop pretending now, Trisha," Mom said from the doorway. She eyed me suspiciously. "Where could you possibly have gone last night?"
I kept my position on the bed. She walked over to me, raising her voice, "Answer me, dammit!"
Mom never, ever yelled at me. Even when I got caught drinking with the younger wolves or even when I broke her porcelain wolf that Dad gave her right after he imprinted. Fuck!
"Please, Trisha-bug, talk to me." Then it hit me. She wasn't mad, she was worried, scared.
I rolled over and looked at her. "Mom, am I a disappointment?"
She scrunched her forehead. "Why would you say that?"
"I heard you say I was out of control. Right after he left, you told the wolf-girls I was out of control. I'm a disappointment, aren't I?" I was ashamed of myself, so surely the people who loved me the most must feel the same.
I could tell that she was thinking, trying to figure out what she needed to say, how she could break it to me without doing severe damage. "You aren't a disappointment, Trisha. Remember? I've told you a million times, nothing you do will ever change my love for you. Am I frustrated with your decisions? Yes. Disappointed with you? No."
I felt anger…I had gone so long feeling only desperation and pain that the anger was a welcome emotion.
"Quit it! Just say it! Tell me you hate me! Tell me I'm the selfish, miserable bitch, I know I am! Tell me how I've ruined everything! How the Wahallas would be better off if I never existed! How one dumbass girl like me has managed to fuck over the entire pack!" I couldn't figure out why I was yelling at my Mom, of all people, but she did. She could see the tears rolling down my face and knew this was everything I had needed to say but hadn't.
"You done?" Dad walked in. Oh, fuck…Dad does not like when Mom gets yelled at by anyone!. Last year, a cashier at Newton's got fired for slightly raising her voice at Mom. Dad was so furious he called Mike Newton, the manager of the store, and demanded the girl be fired ASAP or he was calling the Better Business Bureau and the Attorney General. That was someone he didn't even know. What would he do to me, his family, for talking to his imprint like that?
He walked over and plopped down on my bed, causing the mattress to shift. "Trisha, that's an awful lot of blame for one girl to take."
"But it is my blame to take, Dad," I said.
"Honey, if you think this little bit of imprint confusion is going to end the pack than the pack has done a shitty job of giving you faith in us," Dad said, chuckling.
Mom took my face in her hands and forced my eyes to look at hers. "This is not all your fault, sweets. Ethan knew what he was doing was wrong, sneaking around with you. But, I'll be the first to admit, that he loved you so much that it didn't matter." She took a deep breath and looked at Dad.
"She's right, ya know. Ethan did love you and it's not hard to know why. You are a jewel in the pack's crown, honey. You practically helped raise half those little wolves. The pack is stronger because of you, and it will continue to strengthen as you grow older," Dad said. In my mind, he was referring to the fact that I would be popping out Alpha babies soon. Babies with wolf blood from both sides of the fam.
"Dad, you have to quit assuming that I'm going to have David's kids and make the pack stronger," I sighed.
"That's not what I meant. No matter who you choose to have a family with, your strength and your love will make the pack stronger." He smiled at me. "Now, I would want it to be David, you know that. I know I haven't been the most fair Dad over the last few, oh, years, and I'm sorry if I ever said anything to hurt you. My only request is that you give David a chance, sweetie. He's not a bad guy. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but a good guy."
I smiled at him. Mom hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Is David coming by this afternoon?" She asked.
I nodded. "He's going to take me to see Jesse."
"Why don't you take a long bath and relax? Then, if you want, you can work on some of your school work, unless your plan is to fail out of school, which I doubt," Mom said.
I agreed and, after a long, relaxing bubble bath, I worked to make a dent in the pile of three months of homework left for me to finish.
"Spanish, check. History, check. Everything else, no check. At least it's a start," I said to myself.
I heard a chuckle behind me and turned to see David leaning against the doorframe.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey, yourself," I said back to him, leaving my spot on the floor to hug him.
"Ready to go?" he asked as he offered me his hand. I took it and followed him to the kitchen.
"Bye, Mom! I'll be home later," I said.
"Have fun!" she called to me as we rushed out the door.
The ride to David's house was quiet and peaceful. I spent most of it looking out the truck window admiring the green scenery, it had been months since I had last really noticed it. I rolled the window down and closed my eyes, breathing in the salty air, and remembering David's scent. I grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers, and giving him a slight squeeze. And I smiled, a good genuine, loving where I was, smile.
The moment we walked in the Uley's door, I could hear Jesse cooing and my heart broke a little, knowing I had missed out on a lot of major things in her life. Okay, not a lot, she was only five months old. But I had missed a lot of that. This was the time I was supposed to be building a relationship with her, so when she got older I could be that cool adult she comes to with all her problems.
I heard voices coming from the kitchen and it scared me a little. I wasn't ready to see people and I could tell those voice belonged to some of the pack. I tried really hard not to peek and identify the voices, but my curiosity got the better of me. There at the big kitchen table sat Mark, Taylor, Embry, and Seth. No! No wolves! I can't see them right now! I thought to myself.
"David, I don't know if this is a good idea," I said, softly, trying to stand behind him.
He looked at me for a second in confusion, a look I had come to identify quite easily with David. Then, like a light bulb went off, he spoke. "I'm sorry. I really didn't know they were all gonna be here. You want me to make 'em leave?"
They were laughing and I could hear Emily asking them if they wanted cookies.
Okay, Trisha. Remember that you want to be good for the pack. You can't kick them out everytime any of them come near. They're like your brothers, right? I thought.
"No. They can stay," I said, not moving from my position behind him.
He walked slowly towards to the kitchen.
"Hey!" Embry said. "Hey to you too, Trisha. We can smell you, you know?"
I looked from behind David. "Hi," I whispered, my cheeks blushing at being caught trying to sneak around the wolves.
They laughed, as Taylor said, "I haven't seen anyone blush that much since the day we broke into David's porn stash!" David was looking at Taylor, shaking his head with his eyes wide, running his hand near his neck. A clear warning for Taylor to shut up.
I looked at David, "Porn stash?"
"Thanks a lot, Taylor," I heard David say under his breath.
Porn? Really? "I want to see it. Where is this stash?" I asked David.
He shook his head at me, "No, no way!"
I looked at Mark. "Where is it?" Mark smirked. He knew I was going to find it one way or another and telling me would make this go much smoother.
"In our room, under his bed," Mark said, chomping on a cookie.
David growled as I took off for his room, followed by Mark and Taylor.
I squatted down on the floor, digging under the bed, finding the treasure trove of lust. "Sisterhood of the Traveling Panties? The Unfuckables? Slumdog Gigolo?" The titles were disgusting enough. I couldn't help it though. I was curious, just what exactly did David need to see to get off? Not that I had any intention of doing anything to get him off, I wanted my naïve eyes to see what we women had to compete with. I picked up the one with the most colorful cover: Thank You for Fucking.
"Please don't, Trisha," David begged. I think I might have scowled at him.
I put the DVD in the player and sat down on David's bed, followed by Taylor and David, watching Mark shake his head and excuse himself from the room.
The screen lit up on the TV. Holy Mother! I thought to myself. That is what men fantasize about. I watched as a guy push, a cosmetic surgically altered woman on the bed, spreading her legs, and plunging into her. She moaned, he moaned, the word "fuck" was said a total of 99 times in 10 minutes, and I was horrified and, honestly, frightened.
To this point, I had never seen a porn film. That's not something you exactly encounter in everyday life, especially as a girl. I knew men watched them, otherwise there wouldn't be a whole industry devoted to spending millions of dollars for their production. But seeing it in that manner evoked several emotions. First, I was angry at the portrayal of the woman. Second, no one, and I mean, no one actually has sex like that, at least I don't think they do. And, third, I would never be able to have sex with David if that's what he expected. I did not look like that girl and I could never get my legs to twists the way hers did.
David knew it was coming. The thing my Uncle Jake had once called "the wrath of Trisha." I turned to him, really scowling now. "David Samuel Uley, that is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life!"
"Trisha…" I know he didn't think he was going to get to talk, not this time.
"Shut it!" I yelled at him.
"What the hell is going on?" Emily asked. As soon as she walked in, she turned right back around crying, "Oh. My. God!"
"Women are not objects to be ogled over and only appreciated for the perfect structure of their tits! And, just in case you didn't know, hers," I said pointing to the overly bosomed 'lady' on the screen, "are nowhere near real. You should be ashamed of yourself! Is that what you want? Is that what you expect sex to be like?" Then I did it. I pulled out the trump card, the one thing that could hurt him the most. "When I did it, it wasn't anything like that!"
He flinched and he looked as if someone had kneed him in the groin. David's eyes looked miserable and I had to get out of that house. I couldn't stand to see his pain. I was sorry for saying it the minute it came out of my mouth, but at the time, I was making a point. "The wrath of Trisha," remember? There are no rules as to the word diarrhea that can come out when I've been provoked.
"Okay, Trisha, I think that might have been a little uncalled for," Mark said, coming back in to turn off the movie. David wouldn't look at me. He looked down at the ground, then across the room, anywhere but towards me.
"Mark, will you take me home, please?" I asked, needing to get out of that damn house before I felt more remorse.
Mark looked at the hurt in David's face. "Sure, let me get my keys."
I flipped my hair and stormed out of the Uley house, not even getting to see Jesse. I slammed the truck door while Mark got in.
"You seriously need to relax, Trisha. You're going to break my vehicle and this is currently the only mode of transportation I possess," Mark said, being his usual serious self.
I huffed. "Sorry." I pouted, too, adding to the drama.
"You know, you really shouldn't keep saying hurtful things to David. It won't work, you know," Mark nodded pulling onto the main road and heading towards my house.
"What won't work?" I asked, intrigued.
"I know what you're doing. You think if you push him away you'll break the imprint. It won't work, Trisha. He won't ever stop wanting you, physically, mentally, spiritually, you are it for him," Mark sighed, keeping his eyes on the road.
Honestly, at the time I said the things I did, I didn't mean them to sting quite so much, but I was angry. "I don't know why I got so mad. It's not like I'm exactly the purest of females," I said. And then it hit me…I wasn't disgusted with just the images I saw. Being the hypocritical bitch that I am, I was upset that he fantasized about someone else in that way. Then I started thinking about his previous relationship with Mallory, who I despised, by the way.
I didn't know exactly what all they had done, but knowing Mallory and the whore that she was, I wouldn't have doubted he had long ago given it up to her. Why did that intimidate me? I mean, hello, I wasn't a virgin anymore. Gah, why was I thinking of sex and David? This is ridiculous.
"Have you had some sort of revelation? I can see the wheels turning from over here," Mark said. Mark loved his brother very much, and though Ethan was actually closer to him, now that Ethan was gone, Mark reclaimed his spot as David's closest friend and adviser.
"Is David a virgin?" It was sort of a "speak before you think" thing and I immediately threw my hand over my mouth.
Mark chuckled. "Why do you want to know? I thought you two were 'just friends.'"
"Oh, come on, Mark. Just tell me!" I was getting anxious now.
He pulled into my driveway and turned the truck off. "You need to ask him about that." I hopped out of the truck. "You're coming to graduation tomorrow night, right? We're having a big party afterwards."
"I didn't know anything about it," I lied. I knew all about. I think David had mentioned it to me a few nights back. But seeing the pack, all together, was not something I was looking forward to, in addition to the fact that it should also have been Ethan's graduation.
"I know you don't want to come because you will have to see everyone. But it would be very therapeutic for you. You would just get it all out of the way right then and not have to worry about seeing everyone individually," he said, eyeing my nervousness. "The Wahallas are supposed to come. Your parents are coming. Grandpa Billy and Charlie will be there."
As if mentioning the people that would be there was supposed to make this easier?!
"I have to think about it," I said, waving and running to the door.
The truth of the matter was that I did want to go to the party, mainly to support my friends. I was really proud of Mark and David but exceptionally proud of David, who if you had asked me a year ago, I wouldn't have believed could graduate kindergarten, but now he had managed to graduate high school with mostly A's and B's the last few semesters. And Mark was the valedictorian of the class, quite a feat for a boy that spent most of his nights out patrolling. I didn't quite know if I could bring myself to face it all though. I'd spent the last almost three months never leaving the house, not really talking to anyone but David and occasionally Mom, Dad, and Mark. I hadn't even seen Grandpa Billy in awhile.
I wouldn't go to the Uleys tonight. I would have to endure a night without David's warmth and figure out what I wanted to do. I already had gifts for both David and Mark. (I actually had one for Ethan, too. I had ordered them all in December, back when I knew exactly where Ethan was and I could have cared less if David was a virgin or not.)
As I crawled into bed, I could hear rustling under my window. I pulled it open to see the wolf outside.
"What'd you want, David? I'm very sleepy and I'm still mad at you and your degradation of women, so unless it's uber-important, you need to go," I said, trying to sound authoritative. Him being in wolf-form should have scared me. I nearly died when Dad phased in front of me. But I wasn't really afraid of David. Ever. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, because in hurting me, he would ultimately hurt himself. The wolf laid down, putting his muzzle to the ground, and closing his eyes. I guess this was his way of spending the night with me, even if it didn't involve us in the same room. I left the window open, listening to his canine snores lull me to sleep.
When I woke in the morning, it was a different wolf that sat on my bed.
"Trisha, up now!" Mark said. "Please do not make me roll you out of bed!"
"Dammit, Mark! Don't you have school?!" I yelled back at him, pulling the covers over my head.
"No, remember I'm a genius, so I came to spend the day with my little sister," Mark laughed.
I pulled the covers down and pushed my middle finger in his face. "One more smart-ass comment and I swear to God I'll kiss you!"
"Ha! Ha! Let's poke fun at the gay wolf," Mark scoffed at me.
"I'm sorry, Mark. I didn't mean it to sound like I was making fun of you. You know, if I had a big brother I would want it to be you," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.
He laughed softly and kissed my forehead. "I actually do want to spend some time with you. You look like you could use someone to talk to."
Oh, I did. I needed it, but I wasn't sure that Mark was the right person to confide in. After all, his brother was going to be half of the things I needed to discuss.
"I won't tell David, if that's what you're worried about. He's my brother, but I know you have some issues you need to work out, without him. Don't feel like you have to hide anything from me. I've had my own secrets, you know." Mark wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I looked at him. His eyes were so sincere and I knew I could trust him. Mark took in a deep breath and I started. "How do you give a blow job?" I just blurted it out. He choked on his breath.
"Why are you asking me that?" He asked.
"It's not because you're gay. I just thought, that since you're a male, you would know what it's like to have one and maybe you could give me some pointers. Mallory did it to him, didn't she?"
"How do you know that?" he asked, scrunching his eyes a little.
"I just had a suspicion," I whispered. "Mark, I'm so confused."
"About what, sweetie?" I still had my head on his shoulder and I wanted to just cry and let it all out.
"Mark, I…I do…I do love David. It's confusing but my love for him grows more everyday. He does so much for me and I really… I want to make him feel appreciated," I managed to stutter.
Mark moved me to look at him. "And you think oral sex is going to do that?"
I shook my head. "I don't know! I love David…I just…" Mark cut me off.
"But you still love Ethan, right?" Mark asked.
I nodded. "Yes, and I feel like every time I'm with David, whether I'm just sitting with him or laying next to him in bed, I feel like I'm betraying Ethan."
"That's normal. You guys were together for a really long time, and hell, before the imprint, we all assumed you two would have a nice, happy life together. I can tell you this though, Trisha. Like I said last night, David will never not love you. You could run over his foot, whilst driving his beloved truck off a cliff, and he would still think you hung the moon. You have to learn to trust him," Mark said.
"I trust him. That's not the problem. It's Ethan. He's always there. Always in the back of my mind," I put my head down, trying to stop any tears that were forming. Mark rubbed my back and leaned down next to me.
"This is what I want you to do. Just for today, I want you to try to put Ethan completely out of your mind. Don't think about him, don't think about your time together. And if he creeps into your thoughts, I want you to think about the look on David's face last night when you made the comment about having sex. You try to pretend like seeing him like that doesn't bother you, but I saw your face, Trisha. You were remorseful. Please, just try it," Mark said softly, still rubbing circles on my back.
I owed that to David, right? It wasn't fair for me to push Ethan away, to force him to leave, and then not do everything to make it worth it.
"I'll try it," I whispered.
Mark got up and walked to my closet. He threw the doors open and started moving clothes around before pulling out a favorite purple dress of mine. He smiled and brought it over to the bed. "You ARE wearing this to the party tonight. David likes you in purple."
"I don't even know if I'm going to the damn party," I sighed.
Mark laughed. "You're going. I know you. You want to do this for David. Plus," he said drawing out the syllables, "Jesse will be there." I loved how the Uley boys smiled just at the mention of their little sister's name. That made it even more flattering that Mark already thought of me as his sister.
"I love Jesse!" I announced. I sat up and leaned against him again. "You haven't answered my question yet, about the blow job."
"Ugh! Why, for the love of Jacob Black, do you want to know that?" Mark looked utterly disgusted.
I took a deep breath. "I want to know everything you know about what Mallory and David did and didn't do together."
"They didn't have sex, if that's what you're curious about. You've got him beat in the virgin area. That said, however, I'm pretty sure they did everything short of penetration. That girl had zero inhibitions when it came to anything sexual related," Mark shook his head.
"Don't tell David I'm coming to the party. I want to surprise him," I smiled at Mark and couldn't wait to see the "David-smile" when he saw I had left my cocoon of safety to celebrate his big day.
"I've got to go practice my speech but promise me you'll be at the party tonight. I'll be extremely heartbroken if you don't show," Mark said, kissing me on the forehead and climbing out my window.
I still had no idea about blow jobs! Mark was absolutely no help in that department at all. So, if I chose to do it, I would have to wing it, improvise, pretend I knew exactly what I was doing, while having no idea at all.
I spent the day trying to make myself look as beautiful as possible. I painted my fingernail and my toenails. I curled my normally straight-as-a-board hair and spent extra time on my makeup. I put a few things in a smaller clutch handbag and slipped my feet into my shoes before twirling around in my dress.
"You look beautiful, Trisha-bug," Mom said, coming into my room.
"Thanks, Mom," I said, grabbing the two gifts from my desk and starting to walk out.
"Wait just a minute, sweetie. I want to talk to you before we go." She sat on the bed and patted it for me to join her. I did as she asked and she put her arm around my shoulders.
"Sweetie, I know tonight isn't going to be easy for you. You've been cooped up for three months in the house and I'm worried about what seeing everyone is going to do to you. But I want you to remember that they are your family. While some might not exactly be cordial to you, no one has stopped loving, okay?" I hated when Mom was really serious like this. It put a damper on my spirits and things I hadn't really worried about, like will Kim hug me or hit me, started to fester in my imagination, basically scaring me shitless.
I nodded to her as Dad walked in. "Ladies, your chariot awaits."
I spent the drive to the Uley house thinking about what I was going to say to the Wahallas, if I would even be allowed near them. I would find out soon enough, as we pulled in the Uley driveway less than five minutes later. I could hear the pack talking and laughing inside, Sam's voice exuding pride in his sons, Seth cooing over Jesse, Mark and Taylor sharing a joke, and David, talking to someone whose voice I didn't recognize right away.
I walked into the house, keeping my head down, not wanting to look at anyone, afraid of the emotions on their face whether that be hatred or pity. Dad grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. "Go find your boy," he whispered. I nodded and looked for David.
"Yo, Trisha!" I turned to see Taylor sitting with Mark. "Aren't you even going to say hello to me? Or have you exiled me, as well?"
I smiled at him, as he stood up, opening his arms, waiting to embrace me. "I've missed you, Trisha," he said hugging me to his chest.
"That's funny…I thought you hated me," I smiled. Taylor laughed, "just a little."
Mark replaced Taylor, hugging me, as I handed him his gift. "Congrats, Einstein!" I said.
"Thanks. David's in the kitchen," he whispered, kissing my forehead.
I skipped to the kitchen, not seeing Kim or Jared anywhere. David was standing at the counter, with his back to me. I started to walk up behind him to scare him when I saw a pair of hands wrap around his waist and move up his back, nicely manicured hands with beautiful silver bangle bracelets attached to the wrist.
"David. I miss you, I need you. Just a quickie in your room. She doesn't have to know," a nasal toned voice begged. Her hands moved from his back and I heard an unzipping sound. "I know you want me too."
David responded to her. "Mallory, stop! I'm sorry, I don't feel the same anymore. I belong to Trisha now."
He belonged to me…He belonged to me…He was mine. All I had to do was want him. I felt…nothing and everything, all at one. I felt loved but I also felt anger and worry and fear and confusion.
I watched Mallory's hands reach around David again, grabbing the waistband of his pants and sliding her hands down the back to grab his ass.
"I believe he said he didn't want you!" I yelled. I yelled at Mallory? Why the hell did I care if she wanted to give him what I couldn't, or wouldn't, or was too afraid to? But then I knew why, as David turned to me, giving me the thing I had been craving all day, my "David-smile." And then I knew I was going to have to return the favor by reverting back to the actress I was. I sauntered over to David, standing on my tippy-toes, and kissing him full on the lips. I snaked by arm around his waist, and he was all too eager to pull me close.
"What the fuck?!" Mallory yelled getting closer to me.
"I would advise you to back up, Mallory. This will not end well. I've seen how Trisha hit and it ain't pretty," Mark said from the doorway, arms across his broad chest and flanked by Taylor and Seth. Damn wolf hearing!
"You," Mallory said getting closer and closer to me before ending up in my face, "are nothing. The only thing you are good for is breaking hearts and fucking your boyfriend's best friend." She turned to walk away, fury boiling in my chest. "At least with me, David, you were getting a little something in return for all your trouble."
Yeah, so, that was the trigger, the thing that pushed me over the edge. I moved away from David and ran up to Mallory as she turned to face me.
"Can I help you?" She scoffed in my face, spitting an little and making me gag.
So, I did the true Trisha thing. I balled my right fist and connected it to her cheek. "It's 'may' not 'can,' you dumb bitch!" I yelled at her.
"Dude, this goes in the books as the best party…ever," I heard Taylor whisper to Mark, as Mark chuckled and then walked to pick Mallory up from the floor.
I turned around to see the whole pack, the wolf-girls, and the wolf-kids staring at me all with varying looks of hilarity, David still leaning against the counter, putting his hand over his mouth to hide his grin.
"What are you smiling about, Dimples?" I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.
"That was H-O-T hot, Dollface," David said picking me up, twirling me around and then carrying me outside. I couldn't help but laugh. He sat on the porch and pulled me into his lap. I took one look in his eyes and I was gone.
My lips couldn't get to his fast enough. I pushed myself closer, wrapping my arms around his neck… "He belongs to me," I kept thinking to myself. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue to my lips, and letting me respond by opening my mouth and letting out a soft moan. He moved his mouth, kissing my jawline then down my neck, stopping to suck on the skin just before my collarbone. It was a wonderful feeling, a sensation I had only experienced while having the spot behind my ear sucked on. I could almost have an orgasm just from David's hot mouth on me like that.
"David…that feels so..."I couldn't control my breathing and I wanted more of him, more of anything that could give me that feeling. Then David suddenly stopped.
"Footsteps," he whispered.
"Uh, guys, I hate to break this up, but we kind of need David for pictures and gifts," Mark said.
"We'll be right there," David said, kissing me on the cheek. He pulled me close again. "I haven't watched any of those movies since you started giving me a chance, since we went on our first date."
I smiled at him and nuzzled his neck. "Will you come stay at my house tonight?" I asked.
He laughed and kissed my hair. "Duh. Now let's go in there before your Dad comes out to steal you from me."
I watched as they opened gifts (both appreciating my gift of handbound, embossed leather journals), and a couple of the wolves made Mark repeat his speech from graduation, a combination of humor and philosophy, something Mark was always good for.
I watched David throughout the night, seeing the pride in his eyes every time someone congratulated him, but more so when someone congratulated his brother. I tried very hard not to think about Ethan, not to wonder where he was or what he was doing, knowing he would have put some slogan like "Save the Wolves" or "Free Tibet" on his mortarboard taking it off to show everyone as he walked across the stage.
Emily took pictures of David and Mark, arms around each other's shoulders, smiling. Then one with the twins and Jesse, both of them holding her up for the camera. I knew that Ethan would have loved that, to see his best friend so happy. They took a picture of the present-pack, then another adding the "retirees" in it, as well. The reunited Wolf-Girls stood posed for a picture, sans Nessie but including Kim, who grabbed my hand to pull me into the picture with them.
"You're a wolf-girl now, too, remember?" She said.
Yeah, but exactly whose wolf-girl am I? I thought.
The final picture was one of me and David. We stood next to each other, our arms around each others waist, one of my hands on his chest, smiling at the camera. After the click, David leaned down and kissed me very softly on the lips. I heard the shutter go off again on Emily's camera.
Being the party-animals we are, the Wise family were one of the last to leave. Mom and Dad climbed in the car, Dad driving as Mom had had one too many Cap n' Gown Cosmos, as Claire called them.
"I'll be over in just a little bit. Let me change clothes and I'll be right there," David whispered in my ear, grabbing a hold of the lobe with his teeth, earning a groan from me.
I had a one track dirty mind that was now filled with what I wanted to do when David got to my house. I ran to my bedroom, mumbling good night to Mom and Dad and stripping down, putting on my lavender nightgown. As soon as I slipped it on, I heard David prop the window open.
"Hey," he whispered as he crawled in my bedroom, the only clothes he had on being a ragged pair of cut off sweats.
Me, being the horny teenage girl I am, couldn't control myself. He no more than pulled the window closed and I jumped on him, throwing my arms around his neck, wrapping my legs around him, and crashing my lips to his. He jumped back a little, stunned by my eagerness to be near him, to touch him, to feel him. I pushed his mouth open with my tongue and bit his bottom lip, pulling it a little, as he moved his hands, grabbing my ass.
He pulled away first. "Shit, Trisha!" He shouted softly. "Are you trying to kill me?"
I just pulled myself closer to him. "Go to the bed." I said to him. And just like an Alpha command, he couldn't refuse me. He stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed, as I pulled my legs away, straddling him. I kept kissing him, occasionally grinding my hips against him to feel him harden. David suddenly rolled us, so that he was on top of me. His lips never left mine, as he ran his hands down my sides, pulling the gown up from underneath and surrounding my body with warmth.
"David…"I moaned as he pulled away to lift the gown over my head. He stopped and looked at me, stared at me, and my instincts made me want to cover up.
He stopped me. "Trisha, dollface, you're amazing. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," David whispered and I almost thought I saw a tear forming.
I smiled at him and put my hand on his cheek. "Thank you," I whispered back, running my hand down his chest.
David kissed my neck, then moved down, placing kisses all the way down my chest, to my stomach, then back up stopping at my breast. His hands groped them as he ran his tongue in a circle, first around the right nipple and then the left. I gasped and arched my back, feeling an electricity run through my body.
But tonight wasn't supposed to be about me. Tonight was about David. I pushed him off of me and started to push him to the side. "On your back, Dimples," I whispered, licking his neck. He smiled and complied.
I started to feel nervous, and I knew David could sense it. His brow furrowed and he petted my hair as I sat up. "What's wrong, honey?" he asked, as I looked at his magnificent torso, thinking to myself how much like a work of art he was. I thought that even Michelangelo could see that this was the true David, the vision of the perfect body, the warrior-guardian for his people. "I would never ask you to do anything you don't want to," he whispered, scooting back on the pillows to sit up a little.
I took a breath, mustering all the courage I could, before kissing two of my fingertips, touching his nose and then trailing my fingers down his chest, stopping at the elastic band of his sweats. I knew, like all the wolves, no other article of clothing would be under those pants. I licked my lips, looking in his eyes, as he watched me, slowly and unsteadily pull the elastic down. His eyes didn't leave mine as I continued to pull, freeing his already hard, thick erection.
I swallowed hard, raising up to kiss his lips one more time, before shuffling down to straddle him just below his knee caps. I looked at his erection again, wondering exactly how I was going to do this.
"Trisha, you don't have to…" David started, but I cut him off as a wave of courage hit me and I licked the tip of him, removing the moisture already present. I didn't look back at him, as I ran my tongue down his length, then raising up to take as much of him as possible in my mouth.
"Ohhh, fuck…"David whispered, his breathing getting deeper. I moved my head up, slightly scraping his length, as he let out a low moan. I pushed my head back down, using my tongue to surround it. I felt him start to buck and twitch as his moans became slightly louder, deeper, and more frequent. "I'm not gonna last too much longer, dollface. I'll tell you…Oh, shit…I'm…"
And I knew he was about to let go. I had to make a quick decision of what to do, pull away and let it happen or stay where I was and swallow it. I chose the latter, myself emitting a moan and feeling his whole body tense, as I ran my hand up his chest.
"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhh," and I felt him release in my mouth. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about what it was I had in my mouth, trying to come up with a description of its taste. It was sweeter than I had imagined, and I cringed a little as I swallowed it down. I put my mouth back on him, using my tongue to lick up any residue left from my experiment.
Then I looked at him again. There I sat, my breast exposed, and feeling insecure all of the sudden. It all melted away as he gave me a "David-smile." He pulled me up to him, clutching me to his chest, as I placed soft kisses on his neck.
"Where'd you learn to do that? Wait. Don't tell me," he whispered in my hair. I giggled a little.
"I didn't learn that anywhere. I just listened to you. When you moaned, I knew that was something good, so I did it again," I whispered back to him.
I could see a little bit of guilt in his face. "So that was the first time you've done that?"
I nodded. "I never thought about it before," I said, very softly, almost unsure of myself.
"Not that I didn't enjoy it, but you didn't have to," he said, running a finger down my chest.
We laid there for about an hour, not saying anything, just breathing and relaxing. His scent was intoxicating, and I felt a little like I was at the cliffs, overlooking the majestic sea.
Then the pillow talk commenced. "What are you doing now that school's out?" I asked him.
He let out a little laugh. "I'm working at Embry's garage on the weekends. I'm looking at maybe starting out in construction. I really want to be a contractor."
I pulled up and smiled at him. "You'd be really good at that. You're a born-leader."
He smiled back. "Yeah, I guess I kinda am. I'm worried, though."
"About what?" I asked.
"Stuff. I don't know if I'm smart enough to be in charge of a crew of people. What if I fuck up? Then, I'm not just responsible for me but my workers too, ya know?"
It worried me that he didn't think he was smart. Sure, that reputation was partly my fault, since I had spent everyday for years, convincing everyone around me that a Thanksgiving ham had more brains than David Uley. He wasn't dumb. I hadn't given him the credit he deserved. He was brilliant in his own right, the way he could fix the flat on a car in under 5 minutes, or make anyone's day better with just a smile.
I kissed him again. "I have faith in you, David," I whispered into his lips.
He pulled me away from him and looked me in the eyes. "I have to say something to you. If I don't say it now, I'll regret it. Trisha," he diverted his eyes a little, "I love you."
Fuck! How was I supposed to respond to that? I thought.
Suddenly my night of happiness and bliss became a lot more complicated.
*NEXT CHAPTER: "Fireworks"
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Second AN: So, I'm not one usually in to posting pictures of what characters look like or their outfits, but I'm going to post a link for Trisha's graduation party dress on my profile. Hope you like it!