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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 18, 2008 0:06:22 GMT -5
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 18, 2008 0:07:42 GMT -5
Chapter 1
Georgie leaned over the basket, throwing and tossing the stray clothing into other baskets. Maxi always had the habit of mixing towels and whites. It bugged her so much.
"You!" She tossed the stray towel into the basket where it belonged.
"Freaking!" She threw the white shirt into the whites.
"Suck!" She found yet another item that did not belong there, a red lacy bra. She threw it into the basket it belonged to and leaned over the dryer to set the start cycle.
He watched her from the doorway in the laundry room as she reached over the dryer, he caught the slow, torturing glimpse of the back of her legs as she raised up on her tip toes.
Pressing in the small knob and setting the dial for 'small load' she turned around to face him.
"Ahh!" Her hands flew up to where they landed against her chest as she caught her breath.
The few items of clothing that had once been in her hand were now thrown into the air, destined to land where they may.
When she realized that it was only Dillon, her hands nervously went to her face, to her sides, and back up to her red flushed cheeks.
Finally, she decided that the safest thing to do was to cross her arms over her chest.
"So um yeah," she mumbled like an incoherent freak.
Dillon blushed, his cheeks becoming a red color as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Yeah." He began but was cut off when his brain refused to form complete thoughts.
She just looked so cute standing there, her hair tossed up in a ponytail, a little touch of pink eye shadow to match her shirt. And then those lips, covered in a soft pink colored gloss. And those legs…yeah, never let Dillon Quartemaine be alone with Georgie Jones, for things happened to him that even he didn't quite understand.
He was surprised when his legs actually started moving, taking a couple of steps toward her.
"You want some lemonade?" She asked, her voice quivering just a bit.
That was the other thing. It was a hot day and he couldn't help but notice that just above her eyebrow, there were a few beads of sweat. Yeah, she was sexy all right.
He lifted one hand from his pocket and simply because he didn't know what else to do with it, it went up and to the back of his head, a little habit that made every fine hair on Georgie's arm stand up on end.
She pulled her arms away from her chest, that was a mistake, for now she didn't know what to do with them.
A small, teasing smile formed across Dillon's lips as he stepped even closer to her.
Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his arms around her waist, pulling her body closer to his.
Her arms, with no help from her brain, went around his neck and her eyes met his, but only for one moment.
The next, his lips were on hers, kissing her softly at first, until he quickly plunged his tongue into her mouth, making her moan just a little.
Dillon couldn't stop his hand from dropping down alongside her and slowly finding her leg, touching the soft, smooth skin beneath her skirt.
He pushed her up against the dryer as his hand slowly began to travel up her leg. Then, with one arm, he lifted her and set her on top of the dryer as his hand proceeded to climb up her leg.
Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, needing to feel his body even closer to hers.
His hand, that had made it's way up to her thigh, began to gently rub in circular motions, driving her crazy.
Her nails dug into the back of his neck as his hand continued to rub her thigh. "Oh God, Dillon." She moaned, pulling her lips from his and looking into his eyes.
He still had that teasing smile pastured across his face, his hand was still up her skirt, resting on her thigh.
She placed her hand on her lap, sliding it over until it was resting on top of the Jean material, in which Dillon's hand was resting under. She pressed down on his hand, quickly gripping it and then letting it go. She smiled as she inclined her head, quickly brushing her lips over his and then moving to his neck, where she began to roughly suck at the skin.
"Georgie!" They heard pounding sounds of feet running down the stairs and Maxie's voice.
Georgie quickly pulled away, fearing they'd be caught.
His palm rested on her lower back, holding her close against him as their rapid breaths continued to slow. He rested his forehead against hers, taking in the scent of her skin.
"So um, hi," he whispered.
Georgie about snorted with his inability to form words. "Hello."
She heard her sister in the kitchen and quickly jumped off the dryer, fixing her hair and leaning over the dryer, acting as if she were checking to see if the load was dry. Dillon stood there behind her like an idiot, but then couldn't help it as his eyes traveled up the back of her legs.
"Eh hem," Maxie cleared her throat from the doorway. "Dillon, stop checking out my sister's ass."
Georgie suddenly stood up straight, pretending she knew nothing of the sort. "Shut up, Maxie," she said between her teeth.
"What? I was just handing the guy a piece of advice. It was so obvious. Anyways, little sister, I'm heading to that party. I'll be home around 1-ish?"
"Get out of here then,"she told her.
"See ya," Maxie turned and walked out. A few seconds later, they both heard the back door shut.
"So…" He began, trying not to laugh at how cute she'd looked before, trying to hide the fact that she was angry her sister had interrupted them.
He walked toward her, a half smile dancing on his lips. His fingertips were about to make contact with her cheek and lean in when she turned away.
"Let's go get that lemonade."
"Tease," He said, following her into the kitchen.
She turned to face him before opening the door to the refrigerator, and stuck out her tongue.
He chuckled, opening the cabinet and grabbing two glasses, and setting them on the counter. He sat himself up on the counter, as Georgie poured the lemonade into their glasses.
She walked toward him, with one glass in her hand and the other one at her lips, slowly letting the liquid run down her throat as she never took her eyes off him. She handed him his glass.
He took it and began to bring it to his lips but decided against it.
Screw it, he told himself.
And so, he shamelessly placed his glass onto the counter next to him and recklessly took the glass out of her hand, for she knew that she'd been teasing. She giggled as he slid it away and forcefully pulled her body against his, crashing his lips on hers.
She forced his mouth open and he slid his tongue between her lips. Her hands, with a mind of their own, began to travel up the back of his shirt and cling to his bare back as he pressed her against him. And when her hips began to grind against him, a sudden warmth traveled up his spine as he parted his lips from hers and began attacking her warm, luscious neck, sucking at the place where her neck met her shoulder.
"Dillon," she moaned, this girl would never know what she did to him when she breathed his name the way she did.
He dared to pull her even closer against him, fearing that she'd slap him in a way, something that would be embarrassing, heartbreaking, and downright sexy all at the same time. But she didn't. One of her hands came out of his shirt and began going through his soft, blonde hair, pressing his lips harder against her neck. And when he couldn't take it anymore, he replaced his lips on her mouth and breathed her in, plunging his tongue into her mouth once more where she welcomed him in.
But it wasn't a couple of minutes later when she pulled away, looked him in the eye, tugged a little on her shirt, and slowly but purposely reached over him as he watched her. She grabbed her drink and slowly pulled back, bringing it to her lips.
"It's hot in here. Come on, let's go watch a movie."
He braced himself on his hands as he watched her moving tauntingly to the living room. He got down from the counter and grabbed his drink, walking into the living room behind her.
"What movie would you like to watch?" She asked, sitting at the DVD player on the floor.
"Whatever you want. We could watch Casper for all I care," he told her, walking around the couch and sitting down.
She put a cd into the disc player and moved up onto the couch beside him.
"What's our pleasure?" He asked.
"Casper," she told him, leaning in just a little beneath his shoulder, which wrapped a bit around her shoulders.
"You took me seriously?"
"Hey, you said you didn't care. Besides, it's a classic."
"A 1995 classic?" He asked.
"Shut up and watch the movie," she ordered and he laughed.
The white ghost cuddled up beside her on her bed and whispered his question into her ear.
"I told you I can dance. Kat, can I keep you?"
"Casper, close the window. It's cold."
Instead, he decided to move down at the foot of her bed.
Dillon looked down at her, her head rested against his chest. He could understand exactly how the little creature on the screen felt as he thought back several months ago to where Georgie didn't understand just how much he cared about her because she was so hung up on Lucas that she could care less if he was in the room. Unless it was one of the many times when the boy had broken her heart, and then she'd ask Dillon for kissing practice. But no, he was over that now. Because he and Georgie were now on the right track. They were still close like the best friends they were, but now he didn't have to worry about hiding his feelings of embarrassment whenever she'd catch him looking at her entirely too long.
Maxie walked through the front door, quietly shutting it and locking it before walking into the living room where she noticed that the television was on. A blank, blue screen met her eyes.
Dillon had laid back on the couch, and Georgie was laying by his side, his arms were wrapped around her waist and his head rested against her chest.
Maxie walked around the couch, turning off the t.v. She had walked home like a zombie, she just did everything on automatic as she followed the street signs home and walked the porch steps.
But when she saw them like that, she found herself smiling for the first time in a couple of hours. Best friends who had fallen asleep together on the couch, watching a movie. Mac had grown to trust Dillon now and so she knew that he wouldn't totally flip out seeing Dillon here when he came home in a few hours. So she took the afghan that lay on the back of the couch and she spread it out across them. Dillon flinched and moved his arm tighter around Georgie.
Maxie smiled once again to herself as she began to walk away. She heard the beeping sound of her cell and pulled it out of her pocket. It was from Kyle. She walked up the stairs and into her room where she immediately regretted opening the inbox and reading his message.
I'm so sorry for how I hurt you with the things I said tonight, Maxi. I am so sorry. I hope that you can forgive me. Kyle.
She turned and threw her cell against the wall where it broke into tiny pieces. She fell onto her bed and let the tears stream down her cheeks. Hell, she'd been doing that exact thing all night. You'd think that she'd be accustomed to it now.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 18, 2008 0:08:11 GMT -5
Chapter 2
Dillon woke early that morning on her couch. He began to stretch but stopped when he saw her there beside him. He smiled and brushed her cheek with the outside of his fingers. The sun wasn’t even shining through the curtains in her living room, it was so early. So he carefully rose up and quietly climbed off the couch, not wanting to disturb her. Then he looked around for his shoes, which he found by the recliner and he put them on. After tying the laces, he took one more look at her. Standing, he went over to her and kissed her forehead. And then he grabbed his jacket and walked across her floor to the front door. He’d call her later, oh he’d definitely call her later.
She woke with the glare of the sun pouring through the curtains in the living room, her arm draped across her forehead to shield her eyes until they could grow accustomed to the light.
She slowly sat up and moved the afghan away from her body.
“Coffee, I need coffee.”
Standing, she walked to the kitchen, stumbling a bit and then crashing her hip accidentally against the counter as she entered.
“Ouch”, she mumbled, rubbing her hip with her palm and going to the coffee pot.
After pouring the coffee grounds into the dispenser, followed by a little water, she decided that she’d better check up on her sister and make sure that she made it home okay last night.
Walking the stairs, still a little groggy, she passed by Mac’s room where he was out like a light beneath his covers. She quietly pulled his door shut and walked a few steps across the floor to her sister’s room. After one quick knock she heard nothing, so she cracked her door open a little.
“Max?” she called.
When there wasn’t a reply, and all she saw was a big hill of blankets in her bed and the slight, but distinct sound of crying.
“Oh, Max…” She immediately went to her at the edge of Maxi’s bed and sat down, rubbing her shoulder beneath the blankets. Her whole body was beneath them and she couldn’t see her sister’s face.
“Please, Max. Talk to me. What’s happened?”
Maxi sniffled, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand as she slowly sat up in bed, against her headboard, just staring at her sister.
Georgie watched her sister’s tear streaked face as she tried to get control of her breathing. Georgie felt that she would cry too, for whatever was bothering her sister, was something huge, something that was not going to just go away overnight or with an afternoon filled with ice cream, and pretzels, and chocolate.
Maxi hugged her pillow to her chest and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
“Whatever it is, you know that you can tell me, right? I mean, I know that I haven’t been the best person to come to in times like these but I never meant…”
Maxi raised her hand, indicating for Georgie to stop. “Please, don’t feel guilty. You have nothing to do with this and I too, have not been the best big sister.”
She sat up straight and wiped her eyes, resting her hands on her sister’s.
“Does this have anything to do with that party last night?”
Maxi bit her lip as one more tear fell down her cheek. “Yes”, she said in a whisper.
“Okay, go on”, Georgie coaxed. “It’s all right.”
Maxi nodded and bit back a few more tears.
“Kyle and I had a fight…”
Georgie just gave her sister a little smile.
“Everyone fights, Maxi. I mean, a couple is not a couple without some kind of…”
“No, Georgie. Yes, the fight did upset me a lot but that’s not why I’m so upset right now.”
Georgie nodded, encouraging her to go on further.
“What gets me is what I did next. Georgie…” she couldn’t stop herself as the tears rolled down her face, at an even faster pace than before.
Maxi lay her body down and rested her face in Georgie’s lap, pushing her hair out of her face.
“I did something so incredibly stupid, Georgie. Something that I’m never going to be able to take it back.”
“What is it, Maxi? What could you have done that would get you so upset?”
“You know what?” Maxi raised up, wiping away her final tears. “I shouldn’t be bothering you with this. I’m fine.”
“Maxi…”
“No, go on. Go have fun. Please don’t let me stop you.”
When Maxi gave her a smile, Georgie knew that it was worse than she thought.
“No, Max. What happened?”
“Georgie, I’m not going to tell you so you might as well give up. Now go. Please.”
“Maxi, please. Don’t shut me out.”
“Georgie, it’s none of your business! You wouldn’t understand anyway. You’ve never done anything this stupid. Never, not once in your life. And I don’t care how long you sit there and tell me that it’s not my fault but I know that inside, you’re thinking that it is! Now get out of my room, please!”
Georgie found a couple tears coming to her eyes at the harshness of her voice.
“Fine, Maxi. I’m leaving. But when you are feeling up to talking about this, just let me know. I’m here no matter what.”
“Get out, Georgie!” she yelled one final time.
She choked back a few tears as she turned and walked out of her sister’s room, slamming the door behind her.
“No, Georgie. Please, come back. Please…” Maxi begged. But it was no use. Just like last night, she couldn’t take back the harsh words that came out of her mouth.
He knew that he shouldn’t have come over here without calling first, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to surprise her, because there was nothing better than showing up at her house when her hair was all a mess and her clothes were all wrinkled. And every now and then, he’d be lucky enough to show up and catch her still in her housecoat or in her pajamas. She had these cute little ducky shorts that were yellow and a matching shirt. But she also had the flannel pajama pants and wifebeater that hugged her in all the right places.
He was stirred from his thoughts when he heard Maxi’s voice.
“Uh, dude. You’ve been on my porch for like 5 minutes. You gonna come in or what?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, thanks.”
He stepped inside and walked passed Maxi. “She’s in her room”, she told him, heading off into the living room.
“Thanks”, he mumbled and she waved her hand behind her as she stepped down on the platform.
“Hey”, he called, and she turned to face him.
“Yeah?”
“You all right?” he asked her.
“Yeah, I’m all right, just not feeling well.”
She turned and headed back into the living room, making herself comfortable on the couch.
He raised his eyebrows and rushed up the stairs, two at a time.
Knocking gently on her door, he stuck his head in, expecting to see her either at her desk studying as usual or reading some book, but he found neither. Georgie was safely tucked away in her bed, beneath her covers as her head rested comfortably on the pillow.
He smiled, and closed the door behind him as he walked to her bed and sat down at the edge of it. She was lying on her back, her head to the side. He leaned over her and barely blew just a bit of a breath onto her soft, moist lips. He swallowed back a lump in his throat as he took in her mouth, imagining his tongue plunging between her lips as she granted him full access.
He snapped out of it as he watched her head move slowly back and forth for a moment and then her eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light. She saw him hovering over her, and she smiled.
“Just the person I wanted to see”, she murmured, her eyes still partially closed.
“No, no don’t go back to sleep”, he begged. “Please?” he asked, laying his head across her chest on top of the blankets. He looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.
“I’m awake…” she opened her eyes just a little and caught him leaning over her to suck on her neck.
“Dillon, you can’t…”
“And why not?” he asked into her neck, sucking at the soft, smooth skin.
“Mmm”, she moaned against him, her arms snaking about his neck and pressing his lips even more against her neck.
He leaned up just a bit so that his hand could slide down to the edge of her shirt. Slowly, his hand climbed up her side and beneath her shirt.
“Ohh, Georgie…” he moaned against her.
His hands went around to her back and pressed her body up closer against his. And that’s when they heard the knock.
Georgie rolled her eyes and groaned aloud.
“What is it?” she called.
“Georgie, it’s me”, Maxi called.
The door slightly began to open and Dillon jumped off the bed, his hand flying to the back of his head as he pretended to be looking at Georgie’s shelf where all of her stuffed animals, figurines, and pictures were.
Georgie tired not to laugh.
“Yeah, what is it?” she asked her sister who now stood in the doorway.
“Mac wants to go out to dinner later tonight, Dillon can come with.
“All right, thanks.”
“Okay…See ya”, Maxi walked out into the hallway, but didn’t shut the door.
Dillon’s eyebrow raised as he went to sit at the edge of her bed.
“You all right?” he asked her, concerned.
“Yeah, we just had a bit of a falling out earlier.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Nothing to talk about. She just won’t tell me what happened at that party last night because she’s afraid that I never make mistakes. It’s stupid”, she looked down into her hands that rested in her lap. Dillon touched them.
“If it bothers you, then it’s not stupid.”
She smiled. “Thank you, but I’m okay. Really.”
“Come on”, he motioned for the door. “Let’s take a walk.”
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 18, 2008 0:08:40 GMT -5
Chapter 3
"You hungry?" Georgie asked, walking through the front door and down the few steps onto the floor. She turned to look at Dillon who had just shut the door.
"Yeah, a little." He responded, smiling, as he jumped down the steps and followed her into the kitchen.
"Umm," she sighed, standing up on her tip toes to look through the cabinets.
Dillon stood behind her, it took everything he had not to walk a few steps closer and scoop her up in his embrace.
He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Georgie pulled a jar out of the cabinet and started talking.
"Peanut butter and jelly?" She asked, holding the jar in her hand.
"Sure, sounds good to me." He said, pulling two plates out of the cabinet above the sink and setting them on the counter in front of Georgie, who was already making the sandwiches.
Dillon placed his hands on Georgie's hips, "I'll be right back," he whispered into her ear, and placed a kiss on her neck before walking away.
"Okay!" She called after him, giggling slightly.
She was crying again, Maxie was crying again as she sit on her bed, hugging her pillow against her chest as she thought back to the other night, at that dumb party.
She watched Kyle, standing there with a look on his face that about broke her heart. He was clearly sorry for the words that he’d just uttered. But she didn’t care, she was just so damn angry with him for the words he’d just said that she wasn’t thinking clearly. And she wanted him to feel the same hurt that she did.
“Damn it, Kyle. Why do you always have to be like this huh? Why do you always think that everything is my fault huh? Well, you know what, screw you!”
She rushed passed him, tears stinging in her eyes as she ran out the back door and out into the street. She sat down on the curb with her head in her hands.
Hugging herself because she was so cold, she rocked back and forth, trying to warm up. Then she saw a familiar red car pull up alongside her.
The passenger window rolled down and she stood to see him in the drivers seat.
“You want a ride?” he asked.
She looked from the inside of his car, which contained a beer-like smell and there were wine bottles and cans all along the floorboard, and back to the house where Kyle was. She didn’t think about how much she cared about Kyle, she didn’t think about that. All she could think about was how badly she wanted to hurt him at that moment. And so, she opened the door and stepped inside.
Yeah, it was clear that she couldn’t take any of it back.
Dillon walked upstairs to the bathroom and as he passed Maxie’s room, he heard her soft cries. He stepped inside the doorway.
“Max?”
“Go away, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Are you sure?” He stepped inside. “I can get your sister if you’d like. She’s really good about cheering people up.”
“No, Dillon. I’m fine. Go away. Please.”
He shook his head, sitting down on the bed next to her.
"Maxie, I am not leaving until I know that you're alright. Something is obviously bothering you, and it must be big considering you're sitting here crying your eyes out."
She just looked up at him, wiping the tears off of her cheeks.
"Come on, you can talk to me." He coaxed, rubbing her back.
"Kyle and I..." She began, but her voice started to crack and she stopped, looking down at her hands that were rested in her lap.
"What is it?" He asked, concern filling his voice.
"We got into a fight." She managed to get out. "An argument," she corrected herself.
"Is that it? That's why you're so upset?" He asked.
She shook her head. "No, he really upset me and I wanted..." Her words trailed off.
"You what?"
"Dillon, I really don't want to talk about this right now." She admitted, looking up into his eyes.
He shook his head. "Okay, I can respect that, but Maxie, this obviously has you very upset, I can tell just by looking at you." He explained to her. "Just know that I'm here, if you ever need to talk."
She nodded her head, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank you," she told him.
"Anytime." He said, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "See you later?"
"Yeah," she nodded her head, putting on a fake smile. "See ya later."
He smiled, standing up from the bed and walking out of her room, shutting the door behind him.
He began walking down the staircase when he heard Georgie's voice.
"Somehow, you hurt my sister the other night and I don't want you anywhere near her, do you get that?" She yelled.
Dillon began running down the rest of the stairs, and through the living room to the front door where he saw Kyle and Georgie.
His protective instincts immediately kicked in as he wrapped his arms around Georgie's waist, pulling her body close to his. "What the hell is going on here?" He asked, staring directly at Kyle.
Kyle stood there, holding one single rose in his hand as he tried to keep his cool.
“Look man, I just wanted to see my girlfriend, all right? And yours is going completely postal on me.”
Georgie rolled her eyes as Dillon’s arm stayed around her waist, his other went to the door, ready to slam it in his face at any time.
“Like Georgie told you, obviously you did something to upset Maxie and I don’t think that she wants to see you right now, got it? Now, I think that you need to get out of here.”
Kyle shook his head and threw the single rose to the cement porch. “Fine, but just tell her that I stopped by all right?”
Dillon nodded, and watched as Kyle turned and walked down the steps, then he turned around to face them again.
“Look, I’ve been trying to call phone all weekend and she’s not answering. I know that I said some pretty terrible things that night, all right? I get that. But I don’t understand why she won’t give me the chance to apologize. And obviously, you two don’t know the whole story either because you’re acting like I hurt or something, and I would never intentionally do that to her”, he watched as the two stood there. Georgie looked to Dillon, wondering whether or not Kyle was for once telling them the truth.
“Leave Kyle, now," Dillon told him.
Kyle shook his head and walked away.
Dillon closed the door and only then did he release her.
“You think he’s telling the truth?” Georgie asked him.
“I don’t know what to think. But your sister is really upset. I just saw her when I went upstairs.”
“Oh…” she trailed off. “Did she tell you what happened?”
“Not really, just that her and Kyle had a fight.”
Georgie raised an eyebrow. “Why do I get the feeling that this possibly doesn’t have anything to do with Kyle at all?”
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 18, 2008 0:09:01 GMT -5
Chapter 4
He paced his room, quite sure that he’d been doing that exact thing for at least the last hour and a half. He was trying to figure out how the hell he was going to ask her to go out with him tonight.
Now this didn’t make sense, he could show up at her house and act his same old self around her, and he could even just walk right up to her and start kissing the girl. But what he couldn’t figure out how to do was ask her out on a date. He wasn’t sure if it was because they’d been best friends for so long or what, but when it came to asking Georgie Jones on a date with him, his brain slowly stopped functioning and suddenly, forming words was a more difficult task than he’d ever imagined it could be. Two weeks ago, they were best friends. And now, they just couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
But he needed to make it official, he needed her to know that he wanted to be with her. He wanted to make Georgie Jones his girlfriend.
So he went to the phone and his fingers automatically started dialing her number.
“Hello?” Mac answered.
“Mr. Scorpio? Can I please speak to Georgie, she around?”
“Yes, hold on.”
He heard a muffled sound and then he heard Maxi’s voice. All of this tossing the phone around was going to cause him to lose his nerve.
“Hello?” she called.
“Hey, Max. Is your sister around?”
“Um, yeah hold on.” She went away for a moment and he heard her ask Mac in the background, “Dad, why did you hand me the phone, it’s for Georgie. Georgie!” she called.
Moments later, he finally heard her voice.
“Hey, Dillon. What’s up?”
"Uhh, not much. Do you have anything planned for later tonight?" He asked nervously.
"Umm, nope, why? Did you want to get together and watch a movie or something?" She asked while putting her clothes away in her dresser.
"Not exactly," he said, just as his bedroom door opened.
"Oh Dillon, sorry, I didn't know you were in here." Alice said, setting the hamper down on the floor.
And as if that wasn’t enough, she began picking up a few items of clothing that were on his floor. And then she went to his basket of dirty laundry where she pulled things out one at a time. He saw her take a strange look at a pair of his boxer shorts.
“Dillon…?” Georgie questioned.
Dillon rushed over to her, with the phone in his hand. “I can bring this stuff down to you later if you want.” He threw the boxers into the hamper.
“No, no. It’s all right. This is what I get paid to do, don’t worry about it.”
And then she proceeded to put the rest of the clothing into the hamper. He thought that would drive him insane, but then she went to the window and pulled out a squirt bottle from her apron and wet the rag in her hand. She began washing his windows.
“This is not happening…” he mumbled beneath his breath. “Hold on, Georgie.”
He opened his door and entered the bathroom down the hall. Finally, some peace and quiet. He raised himself up to sit on the counter.
“Please tell me that you’re still there.”
“Yes, Dillon. I’m here”, she laughed. “Alice giving you a hard time?”
“She means well but hey that doesn’t matter now. I was wondering if…”
And then there was a knock on the door. It was Edward.
“Anyone in there?”
“Uh, yeah. It’s occupied”, he called.
“Well, for how much longer?”
“Ugh…” he sighed to himself, he was about to scream at him, there is a bathroom downstairs, man! But he didn’t.
Instead, he told Georgie to hold on and he unlocked the door.
“It’s all yours”, he told him, heading back into his room.
Thankfully, Alice was gone and he opened up his closet door and sat down beneath his clothes that hung in there.
“All right, now where was I?”
Georgie laughed slightly. "Uhh, I'm not sure, you had asked me about my plans for the night..." Her words trailed off as she waited for Dillon to pick up where he left off.
"Yeah, I was uh...wondering if you would like to spend a night out on the town with me?" He asked, closing his eyes tightly and then opening them back up.
"Like a date?" Georgie asked, her voice a bit hopeful.
Dillon sighed. "Yeah, like a date."
"I'd love to, it sounds like fun." She told him, smiling brightly even though he couldn't see her.
"Great!" He said, a little louder then he intended to. "So uh...I'll see you around 7:30?"
"Yeah, see you then." She said just before hanging up.
Georgie rushed to put the finishing touches on her makeup. She was glad that Maxi had decided to go out for a walk. She wouldn’t have to explain to her that Dillon had finally asked her out on a date, something that she’d been secretly begging him to do for awhile now. Her hands shook as she applied the lip liner.
And then she stepped back and took a look at herself in the full-length mirror. She wore a simple, black sleeveless dress. The straps were those of a tank top so she hoped that it wouldn’t be too cold. She grabbed her little black purse and shut out the light. As she headed down the stairs, she heard his knock. Wearing her black tied, sandaled heels, she ended up tripping on the last step. Biting her lip to keep from laughing, she turned and took a deep breath before opening the door.
The smile was still bouncing on her lips.
“Hi”, she said. And then her attention was turned to another subject. She looked him up and down and gulped. He wore black dress pants and a white dress flannel that buttoned up the front. It was tucked inside the slacks just a little and he held a single yellow daisy in his hand.
“Wow…Look at you”, he breathed.
"Is it too much? I can go change," she pointed toward the staircase and began to turn around when Dillon grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back toward him.
She smiled at him, biting her lip simply out of nervous habit.
Which drove him crazy, and it took everything he had not to crash his lips onto hers. Instead he held the yellow daisy up, showing it to her.
She went to reach for it, but he pulled it out of her reach.
"Uh uh," he said, breaking a bit of the stem of and tucking the flower behind her ear.
Georgie continued to smile brightly, not being able to stop. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, grabbing her hand. "So, are we ready to go?"
"Yeah," she said nodding her head as they walked out of the front door.
Dillon pulled over and parked the car next to a curb, right by the park.
Georgie’s hand found the door and her fingers were about to pull the handle back to get out, but Dillon stopped her.
“No, hold on. Just one second.”
Georgie pulled her hand back with a smile, and waited patiently.
He quickly stepped out and walked around the back of the car, then he came around to her door and opened it for her.
“Thank you, sir”, she stepped out, and he took her hand in his. Shutting the door, he backed up against the car, and he pulled her with him.
She stood in front of him, her arms snaked about his neck, but she was shivering, for it was cold out that night.
If he wasn’t worried about her being cold, he would have crashed his lips onto hers at that moment. “You cold?” he whispered.
“Yeah, a little”, she mumbled.
She backed up a bit as he reached over and opened the back door, pulling out his black, leather jacket. It looked beautiful to her, she was freezing.
Dillon laughed when she jumped up and down at the site of it.
He quickly wrapped it about her shoulders and she let it fall across them, her arms found the sleeves and this was much better.
Dillon took her against his side, and she cuddled him as they began walking through the park.
“It’s always so beautiful out here at night”, she whispered, her hands not showing, for they were safely tucked away in the sleeves. They were entirely too big for her small arms, but that didn’t matter. They walked the streets of Port Charles.
Dillon and Georgie continued to walk along the main street, closest to the lake, hand in hand.
Georgie stopped and looked up at the sky.
"What are you doing?" Dillon asked, looking at her with a content smile on his face.
"Just looking," she laughed. "Those are pretty." She said, pointing up at one of the many orange lanterns that were used to light most of the streets on this side of town.
"Yeah, they're used a lot in Paris." He told her. "I remember seeing them a lot when I was younger."
She looked at him and smiled as she walked closer to him.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her body close to his.
"This is nice," she told him. "I can definitely get used to this." She admitted, making Dillon's knees weak.
"Yeah, I can, too." He said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
He leaned forward and began to incline his head when all of a sudden he and Georgie were pushed apart.
"Whoa," Georgie said laughing as two younger kids, a boy and a girl, about the age of five ran in-between them.
Dillon looked at Georgie and couldn't help but laugh.
10 minutes later, Dillon and Georgie were headed for dinner. Georgie’s arm was linked through his and her head rested a little against his shoulder. He led her into a small, fancy, decked out restaurant. It was beautiful, a small lake-side restaurant.
Dillon walked up to the hostess. “Two, please.”
“Right this way, sir.”
They were led to a small table toward the back, and then Georgie realized that they were being led outside. She held Dillon’s hand through the other tables and their table was a small, dark colored, round table outside.
“Wow, I’m so hungry I could eat everything on here. Let’s see…”
“Holy crap, I am stuffed”, Georgie held her stomach and slowly lowered her head to the clear table, that had just now been cleared of their dishes.
She slowly started lifting her head and gently banged it against the table. Dillon immediately took a few napkins and placed them on the table so that the next time she hit, she would be hitting the napkins.
She finally lifted her head from the table. And that’s when their waiter came back.
“Would you like to order any dessert this evening?”
Georgie looked at Dillon with wide eyes, gently shaking her head.
“We have apple pie, cheesecake…”
“Ohh, cheesecake!” Georgie yelled, a little louder than she intended and then she looked around and saw everyone watching her. She slowly lowered her head back down to the table and began banging it once more.
“We’ll have the cheesecake”, Dillon told him.
A few minutes later, the waiter was bringing out a small saucer with the delicious looking cheesecake.
Georgie picked up her fork right away and the waiter walked back inside.
“You didn’t get any?” she asked, shoving the spoonful in her mouth.
“No, don’t worry. You were stuffed two minutes ago, you won’t be able to eat that whole thing. Someone will have to finish it for you.”
“Wanna bet?” she asked. “Dude, it’s like…cheesecake. Here. You’ve gotta try it”, she stood a little, leaning over their table.
Dillon watched her as she placed the fork into his mouth. He let it dissolve in his mouth and Georgie watched him with wide eyes.
“Awesome, huh?”
“Hey, give me some more. That shit kicks ass.”
“All right”, she took her chair and moved it alongside his on the other side of the table. But she knocked off her fork onto the ground.
“Look what you did!” she tried to blame him, shoving his arm.
“Hey, you did it.”
“I did no such thing.” She looked down at the fork. “Damn…Oh well”, she muttered.
She just shoved her finger into the cake and slowly, as if she knew what she was doing to him, she shoved it into her mouth. Then slowly let loose of her finger and tasted the cheesecake go down her throat.
She shoved her finger into the cake again and this time, she held it out for Dillon. “Want some?”
Dillon took one more look at her and he took hold of her wrist and watched her eyes get wide as he shoved her finger between his lips and sucked off the cake from her finger.
When he let go, he just sat back and said, “That was good.”
Georgie bit her lip, her cheeks turning a red color, which only made Dillon want to ravage her even more.
“What are you staring at?” she asked.
He breathed. “Finish your cheesecake.”
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 18, 2008 0:09:22 GMT -5
Chapter 5
Georgie’s arm was linked through Dillon’s as they walked the streets of Port Charles, they were getting close to the park.
He listened as her heels hit the pavement in a hypnotizing, rhythmic manner. And then he started thinking about all the things he’d like to do to her.
“Dillon? Yoohoo, anyone home?”
He snapped himself out of it.
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I’m here.”
Georgie laughed, “It’s all right. I was just checking.”
He tried to come up with a way to ask his question, he’d been putting it off all night and he knew it was time for him to come clean with his intentions tonight.
“Georgie, I asked you to go out with me tonight, I mean. What do you think about that?”
She blushed and bit her lip, another thing that Dillon loved about her. He thought about his lips crashing down on hers. He wondered about the things she could do with those lips…
Then he stopped himself, and concentrated his thoughts on her answer.
“Um, would I like to do it again? It’s a definite possibility.”
He gulped and tore his eyes away from her, otherwise he would ravage her up right at the innocent way she put her statement.
"So, I've been thinking a lot about this lately and I’m really, really nervous because I'm afraid that you'll smack me right alongside the head…”
He trailed off to hear her soft giggles, and then he smiled and hung his head, laughing to himself.
He took her arm and slid his hand down hers, linking their hands. His thumb slowly rubbed across her knuckles as they walked.
“And I was wondering if you’d like to be my…”
Suddenly, he was cut off as something in the sidewalk stopped him. He tripped and was caught off guard as he had to catch himself from falling face-first into the cement.
"Oh my goodness, Dillon, are you okay?" Georgie asked, concern filling her voice.
"I'm fine," he said, trying to hide his growing embarrassment. "I didn't actually fall." He laughed slightly, but Georgie wasn't buying it.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
“I’m fine”, he brushed himself and stood up straight. He wanted to hide his face in his shirt.
“Dillon…”
“I’m fine, Georgie.”
And then he just found himself laughing about it, but Georgie wasn’t.
“Come on, Georgie. You have to admit, that was pretty funny.”
She folded her arms across her chest.
“If you would have gotten your head split open, it wouldn’t have been funny.”
He stopped at that. “I’m sorry, Georgie. Really. I’m…” he kicked at a few pebbles with his head down. “I’m just trying to hide my own embarrassment, that’s all.” He raised his head and touched her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. “Forgive me?”
“Yes, Dillon”, she looked up at him. “But you don’t have to hide anything from me.”
He gave her a half smile. “All right, I’ll try to remember that.”
“Do more than try, Dillon”, she took his hand and began walking him back to his car. “Now what was it you were going to ask me?”
“Nothing, it was nothing. Wait, we’re leaving already?”
“No, I just…” she blushed. “I saw a blanket in the back of your car and thought that we could go up at the top of the hill in the park and watch the sun come up…If you don’t mind.”
Dillon smiled, opening the back door and pulling out the blanket.
“Come on, I don’t mind at all.”
Linking their hands, they climbed the small hill where they would be alone, no interruptions, no anything.
Once they got to the top of the small hill, Dillon laid the blanket out across the grass.
He got down on his knees and Georgie did the same.
She smiled at him as she laid back against the soft material of the blanket mixed with the softness of the grass beneath her and just stared up at the sky.
After a few minutes, she turned her head and looked up at him, he was still in the same position, still staring down at her.
"Is something wrong?" She asked, beginning to sit up.
"No," he gently placed his hand on her stomach. "nothings wrong, please don't get up."
“Okay…” she whispered, her arms falling back down to the blanket, her head falling back as well. Her hand found his.
“What I wanted to ask you earlier is…”
Georgie cell phone went off.
“Grrr!” Dillon couldn’t help but be annoyed. Georgie smiled up at him and pulled out her cell phone, shutting it off.
“Where were we? What were you about to say?” she asked.
But he couldn’t, she just looked too damn cute, lying there, staring up at him. He leaned down, his hand on her stomach and her palm on his, he crashed his lips down onto hers.
She kissed him back, soft at first, for this is what she'd been waiting for all night.
Dillon hovered his body over hers, moving his hands to either sides of her body to hold himself up as they continued kissing. He couldn't take it anymore, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, swirling it all around, making her moan softly into his mouth.
Her sounds went through her mouth and he felt the soft rhythm hit his own lips, causing him to deepen the kiss, his hand behind her head, he pressed her even more against him.
Dillon’s legs moved between hers and she couldn’t help it, as she started to grind her hips against his.
“Mmm, Georgie…”, he moaned, pulling his lips away from hers and digging his head into the place where her neck met her shoulder, allowing himself to catch his breath, the fabric of her dress rubbing against him.
And then immediately following, his lips crashed down onto hers again and she obeyed.
Georgie’s arms wrapped tightly around his body, inching up his back beneath his shirt. As her dress slowly rode up her legs, it rested at her hips now. Dillon’s hand went beneath it as he kissed her with more energy than neither he nor Georgie ever expected.
And then as the fabric slowly rose up off his stomach, she could feel his skin touch hers, for his shirt was now doing the same thing. It rode up his stomach and she could feel skin against skin, she took in a deep breath, deepening their kisses.
Georgie pressed her hands against his back, forcing him down on top of her as she continued to grind her hips against his, driving him crazy.
"Uhh, Georgie..." He pulled his lips away from hers, and began kissing her neck.
"What is it?" She asked, completely breathless.
"I umm...maybe we should stop now." He managed to get out as he finally forced himself to stop kissing her and he looked up into her eyes. "Before things go too far..."
Georgie stared up at him with smokey colored eyes, her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took. "I know, but I don't want to..." Her words trailed off as she rubbed her hands up and down his back, pressing his body closer to hers.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 18, 2008 0:09:39 GMT -5
Chapter 6
He crashed his lips back onto hers, immediately plunging his tongue deep into her mouth as he pressed his body down on hers. She continued to grind her hips against his, this time faster and harder, making him pull away from her and cry out.
"God Georgie!" He pressed his lips against her neck to muffle his voice. "Oh my God..."
Their breathing was heavy as their bodies continued to move together.
Dillon looked into Georgie's eyes and she smiled up at him, her body moving around slightly.
She reached for his hand, and gently squeezed it tight before placing it on her right breast.
He looked from his hand to her eyes and back again before he gently started to massage her breast.
"Mmm," Georgie sighed, breathing heavily. "Oh God, Dillon, don't stop..."
The sound of her calling out his name made him crazy, he began to squeeze her breast soft at first but then rougher, causing her to cry out his name again.
"Dillon!" She cried, digging her nails into his back.
When he pulled his hand away for one moment, she thought she’d yell at him right then and there for it. But when she realized what he was doing, it was okay again, and she tried patiently to wait for him, failing miserably.
Dillon quickly reached beneath her and unzipped her dress just partway down her back and brought his hand back to one of the straps on her dress, nudging it down her shoulder with his chin. As it fell down her arm, she watched, biting her lip, as he slowly removed the top part of her dress down. He began kissing her neck and sucking on it roughly as his thumb went beneath her bra and began massaging her right breast.
“Oh God, Dillon”, she pulled at his hair, begging him to continue.
What she was doing to him, there was no denying it, she was driving him out of his mind. And she felt dizzy beneath him as he quickened his pace.
He’d done this before, he’d been with other girls, but not like this. He had never been with any other girl like he was with Georgie right now. He always knew in his heart that he loved her, even when she wouldn’t give him the time of day to be more than a friend to him. But he loved her even more now, he was sure of it. And with all those other girls, they had never meant anything to him. He never needed anyone, until tonight.
He looked down at her as she closed her eyes and grinded her hips against his body. She slowly opened them when his hands stopped moving against her. So he knew that it was all right to continue.
He inclined his head just a little bit and then when his lips met her breast, Georgie felt like she was drowning, as if they were already making love.
When he started to use his tongue against her, her eyes rolled back and she pulled at his hair, grabbing one of his hands and kissing his fingertips.
Dillon used that hand that was up near her lips to cup the side of her face. She nuzzled it for a moment.
When he was through, and to the point where breathing was no longer an option for him, he moved up her body, burying his head between her head and shoulder. Georgie tried to keep up, catching her breath was a lost cause. And then, to top it all off, he was sucking at her sweet spot. They hugged each other tightly.
“Mmm”, she bit her lip. And Dillon couldn’t take that, so he moved his lips from her neck and crashed his mouth on hers, breathing her in as he deepened the kiss and held her even more against him.
He felt her lips tremble slightly, and so, he quickly lifted his head to look her in the eyes. Taking in a breath, he pushed back some of her hair off her forehead that was sticking there because of the few beads of sweat above her brow.
“Georgie?” he asked. “Are you all right? Did I do anything…?”
“No, no”, she breathed. And then she bit her lip, causing Dillon to want to ravage her right there, but he couldn’t.
“It’s just that, I’ve never done this before and I’m just scared that it’s all going so fast.”
She’d said it, she’d told him how she felt. She was nothing but honest with him and now, she could only hope that he would be honest with her as well.
“Georgie, that’s more than okay with me. We can stop, really. And I’m sorry if I did anything that would…”
Her finger rested against his lips to hush him. And she knew that he was telling the truth.
“I regret nothing that we did tonight, Dillon. Honest. And I’ve never wanted to be with someone the way that I want to be with you right now, but I just can’t. That’s not something that I’m ready for.”
Dillon nodded, “I understand that, Georgie. Really.”
And so, he lifted himself away from her, helping her with her dress.
“Can you, please?” she asked, and he obliged.
Dillon sat with his legs out in front of him and pulled Georgie’s back against him as she lifted her hair up off her shoulders and Dillon zipped her dress back up. She came to rest against him as they looked up into the night sky.
“Looks like it’s going to rain”, he whispered.
Just then, there was a loud crackle of thunder and lightening shot across the sky.
The clouds opened up and rain began to pour down on them.
"Oh my goodness," Georgie laughed, just laying there as the rain poured down on top of her body.
"Georgie, come on!" Dillon yelled, jumping up, pulling her along with him.
She just stood there, looking up at the sky as he grabbed all of their belongings and began to walk back toward the car.
"Uh uh," Georgie shook her head as she grabbed Dillon's arm, causing him to stop and look at her.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Let's dance," she told him, holding out her hand.
"In the rain?" He asked, surprised.
"Yes, in the rain." She repeated, sticking her tongue out at him. "Come on," she grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to her as he dropped the blanket to the ground.
She pulled him into her, wrapping he arms about his neck and Dillon tightly held her waist against him, his fingers gently rubbed up and down her back for a moment.
“I cannot believe you’re having me dance in the rain”, he said, shaking his head.
She looked up at him. “Wonderful, isn’t it? I love the rain.”
Dillon laughed. “Yeah, I can tell that.”
“You’re not gonna melt, Quartemaine.” Georgie stuck her tongue out at him, and then she rested her head against his chest, hugging him against her as the water poured down on them.
Dillon gently began to sway her back and forth as he kissed the top of her head, his lips touching her soft, wet hair. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo.
Georgie hugged him tighter. And then when Dillon didn’t think that he could handle the closeness without attacking her lips, he spun her out, and watched as she laughed, tilting her head up so she could catch a few drops of rain on her tongue.
He pulled her back into him, kissing her forehead and holding her tight against his body.
Dillon pulled up next to the curb, cutting the engine, and looking over at Georgie, who sat in the passenger seat with a smile on her face.
"Come on," he said, opening his door and getting out. "I don't want you to catch a cold." He told her, opening her door and then shutting it once she was out.
"It was just rain," she told him.
"Just rain?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. "Just rain that we danced in for about an hour."
She laughed at him as they stepped up onto the porch. "But I had fun." She told him, leaning up against the front door.
"I'm glad," he told her, smiling.
They just stood there for a few minutes, until Dillon leaned forward and gently kissed her lips.
He quickly pulled away before either of them had a chance to deepen it.
"Go inside before you catch a cold," he told her.
"Okay," she agreed.
"Goodnight, Georgie." He smiled, walking down the steps.
"Night Dillon," she called after him, touching her lips as she opened the door and stepped inside the house.
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