"You there?" a male voice whispered from the adjacent cell through a tiny creak in the wall separating them.
"Yeah…" he whispered back, leaning his weak, feeble body against the wall, and brushing off the long strands of hair falling on his eyes. He let out a low, sarcastic chuckle, as he stroked his unshaven, rough beard. "Where else will I be?"
Silence followed for a few moments, until the voice spoke again. "Thinking about her?"
He closed his eyes, letting the tears of weakness and helplessness flow, as the images flooded his mind- images of her smile, her eyes, her lips, her skin against his. He had begged the prison guards to let him keep her picture with him, but they had taken all his belongings away- his wallet, his shoes, socks, watch, rings- everything, leaving only his shirt, pants and belt. He sniffled, wiping his nose with the corner of the dirty, rugged shirt. "All the time…"
"You think the Wizard Council will come for us?" the voice asked.
He shook his head. Being stuck in a tiny prison room, with no magic and thus no means of escaping, he was starting to lose hope. "Fucking Wizard Council."
"Fucking Wizard Council." Alex cursed under her breath, tossing the letter in the garbage can in the Russo living room. She was visiting her parents for the weekend, helping them out in the work, and spending her free time trying to decide whether she should give Justin a second chance.
"What was that, honey?" her mother asked from the kitchen, gesturing at the bin.
She shrugged. "A letter from the Wizard Council, apologizing for the inconvenience caused by them and asking if they could do something to make it better." She replied, using air quotes around the big words.
"You should show that letter to your brother." Her mother suggested.
"Mom." She looked at her mother with cold harsh eyes. "They sent Justin on war against his will. They are the reason he was captive for three years. They didn't even care to get him back until two months back! They destroyed everything for us! What can they possibly do to make things better now?" she growled, panting and trying to catch her breath.
Her mother placed a hand on her shoulder sympathetically. "I am sorry, honey."
She nodded at the mother, sighed and walked away. "Ethan!"
"Ethan!" she yelled, searching around the Russo house.
"I am here, mom!" came Ethan's enthusiastic voice, from Justin's old room.
She swung the door open, coming face to face with Justin, who was giving Ethan a piggy-bag ride.
"Mom!" Ethan waved at her in excitement.
She stared at them and blinked, watching the identical happy grins on their faces.
"I thought I would just hang out with him." Justin explained.
"Uncle Justin played with me!" Ethan exclaimed, climbing down from Justin's back and running up to his mother. He tugged on her hands eagerly. "Mommy, play with us!"
"I…" Alex stuttered, looking here and there. "Ugh! Great! I can't even think of an excuse now!" she whined, making Justin chuckle.
She glared at him, before smiling down at Ethan. "Umm, mommy's helping grandma at the kitchen. You go ahead and play with Uncle Justin, okay?"
"Okay!" Ethan yelled, running back to Justin.
"Thanks for letting him play with me." Justin whispered to her while picking Ethan up in his arms.
She shrugged, turned away, not meeting his eyes. "Just this one time."
"Come on Justin! Just this one time!" she insisted, tugging on the sleeves of his shirt.
"No." he repeated sternly. "I am not getting drunk."
"One drink can't get you drunk!" she protested.
"I don't drink." He snapped.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes, annoyed with his 'I-am-perfect' attitude. "Only losers don't drink!" she snapped back, snatching the glass from the bar and tugging it herself.
"Alex!" he hissed, yanking her by her arm. "You can't get drunk."
She yanked her hand away from his grasp and shrugged. Sometimes Justin could be such a dork. "I am old enough. And I am not a loser." She snarled at him, bobbing her head up and down in rhythm with the tune playing at the club.
"Oh yeah?" he straightened up on the stool, looking at her with a challenging gesture. "So you think I am a loser because I don't drink?"
She snorted. "No. I think you are a loser because of many things."
"Fine!" he snapped in fury, grabbing a glass from the bar and chugging its contents down in one sip. His head spinned for a few moments, but he recomposed himself soon. It's not like he never drank, he just didn't do it often- the last time he drank was when he was in college. "Happy now?" he asked her, crossing his arms.
An evil smirk appeared in her face. "I will race you."
"Alex." He warned.
She rolled her eyes and ordered two drinks. When she ordered again, he refused to drink more. So after blurting out all sorts of insults at him, she chugged down the drinks herself.
A couple of drinks later, she pulled him to the dance floor. "You are a horrible dancer." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck in her attempt to balance herself. "Hmmm, that's a funny word. Horrible… Horrible. Hey, is horri a bell?" she giggled at her own lame joke.
He winced. "I told you that you'll get drunk again! See!" he scolded, wrapping his arms around her waist to stop her from falling down.
She giggled again. "You are so cute when you are mad."
"Alex." He warned- almost pleaded desperately, knowing exactly where this was going.
She leaned forward, bringing her lips in line with his ears. "Kiss me." She whispered in a husky voice.
He swallowed hard. This was the thing he dreaded most every time. Each time she got drunk, she would ask him to kiss her. He would still be in his senses, and resist the urge to give in to those luring lips and that tempting body. Then she would cry on his shoulders, while he pulled her back to the hotel where they were currently staying for the band performance. She would fall asleep soon, with her arms still around him. He would cry and cry, not sleeping a blink, and wave his wand to mutter the energizing spell.
The worst part was that she would wake up the next morning with a massive headache and giant hangover, remembering nothing.
"Kiss me, Justin." she repeated again, snapping him out of his thoughts.
His senses were working less, having already slurped down two drinks, and the way her body was pressed against him- her hands massaging his neck in gently, soothing circles- wasn't doing any good to his hormones either.
"Please." She persisted, gently tugging at his soft hair.
He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, fell her heart beating rapidly against his own pounding one, feel her irregular breath mingling with his.
He sighed. How long can a guy resist the girl of his fantasies? "Just this once." He whispered feebly, crashing down his lips on hers.
She moaned immediately, kissing back with as much passion, hunger and need as him. The kiss triggered more fervor in him than he had expected, and he found himself drowning in her feeling, getting drunk by her sensations. He grunted as he felt his blood rushing south.
"You're…" she panted, breaking the kiss. "Wow…"
He moved his hips away from hers, hoping she didn't notice.
She pushed forward, pressing herself even closer to his. He groaned, kissing her fiercely again, this time, attacking the insides of his mouth with her tongue- a battle as intense as the battle inside his head, between his repressed desires that were awakening and the logical voice that was shutting down.
He broke apart to catch his breath.
"Don't…" she breathed, and he forgot how to breathe.
"What?" he asked nervously, mentally preparing himself to jump off the roof of the building in shame.
"Don't… stop… you dork!" she snarled, clashing her lips on his again.
He kissed back, while pulling her towards the exit. Slowly, he exited to their room, pulling her along with him.
She jumped him the minute he locked the door.
"Not now Alex." He whispered, even as he kissed her collar bone. "I don't want our first time to be when we are drunk."
She whined, rocking her hips against him, making him groan again. "Please, just once, Justin."
He shook his head firmly. "Not today Alex." She opened her mouth to protest, but he didn't let her, capturing her lips in yet another demanding kiss….
When they woke up the next morning with their clothes still on, he had never felt more relieved in his life, knowing nothing happened between them, that he didn't take advantage of her while she was drunk and defenseless.
She woke up late, rubbing her forehead with her hands. "What happened last night?"
He shook his head, biting his lip, ready to tell her the half truth, as usual. "You got drunk again. I got you home."
"Sorry." She mumbled weakly, taking the pills from his hand.
He nodded, placing the glass of water on the bedside table and walking to the kitchen to get the breakfast.
Groaning and wincing, she rubbed her forehead again and took the pills. This time, the headache was worse than ever. She sipped water from the glass, feeling the rough edge of the material stinging the soft skin of her lips. She put the glass down, and looked herself at the mirror at the hotel room. A gasp escaped her lips. Why were her lips bruised?
Images flashed in her mind- hazy, blurred images of her kissing some dark-haired boy, and her body shook in pleasure as she remembered how great his lips felt against her skin. Her eyes grew wide with alarm, as an image suddenly popped in her mind, and she recognized exactly who the guy was.
"JUSTIN!"
(A/N: sorry about the cliffhanger in the flashback. Please review and tell me if you like this! I am very nervous about the steamy scenes :-s thanks for all the reviews, BTW! I always tell my mom how awesome you guys are!)