A/N: Okay I want to take the time and say: GOMENE!!!!! I AM SO SORRY! I have failed you my dear readers...I have not updated in about two months....just...goshness blame the workload I have been having....it's just gah I want to put it in a big stack and start stabbing it!!! lol well anyway, I hope you guys are doing fine! and since my workload has just been awful I said "screw it, it's Christmas." and I decided to type up what I currently have for this story!
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Friday mornings were the best, especially if it was the morning after a great date. Rebekah sat up in her bed feeling refreshed and had a big smile on her face. She looked down and her smile vanished. Somehow she went to bed with her dress and heels on. She leaned forward to take off the dreaded things before she got up.
She waked out of her bedroom and went straight for her roommate's closed door. She knocked softly, which was then followed by a loud "thump" from behind the door. The knob turned in her hand, and she found Adrian on the floor, stunned.
"I think that's the second time you made him fall," a voice came from the bed. She turned her head towards the voice and saw a bare-chested Gabe smiling at her.
She frowned at him, "I though you weren't coming over."
Gabe shrugged, "Changed my mind, I can do that can't I?"
"I suppose," she mused, then went over to the bed and sat criss crossed across from Gabe.
"Oh yeah, fine, go to Gabe and leave poor Adrian on the ground. He's fine," said a sarcastic and naked Adrian, as he got back into the bed.
Rebekah rolled her eyes and waved his comment off, "You're fine. I don't see you bleeding."
Gabe studied her for a moment, and then asked, "So, how was it?"
Rebekah was startled by the sudden question, and took it the wrong way. "Gabe, we did not have sex, if you're asking for Adrian."
"Actually, I did not mean that. I meant the date, besides if Adrian wanted to know how good the sex was he would just ask, isn't that right?" Gabe moved closer to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him. Adrian turned his head to Gabe, and gave him a kiss for an answer.
Rebekah felt a small smile grow on her face. The reason she had not become extremely homophobic was because of the two men in front of her. Their relationship showed that the gender of your partner did not matter, if you were deeply in love. She had secretly envied them before, and still did sometimes, just because of their genuine love for each other.
She got back from her thoughts and noticed that both men had crawled on either side of her. Gabe rested his head on her lap and rolled his eyes up to look at her. Adrian went around and hugged her to his front. She started to run her fingers through Gabe's silky strands.
"The date, what can I say about it....Well, I can go on and on with adjectives about it, but altogether it was exhilarating. We talked, mostly about me, as always, but he is just easy to talk to. He has a very nice smile, and his eyes would twinkle at random moments…." Rebekah continued to talk about her night with Gabe and Adrian. She did not notice the knowing glances they threw at each other.
Gabe could see her as her eyes glittered beautifully and the tinge of pink on her cheeks. Adrian could not see what Gabe saw, but he could most certainly hear it in her voice. As he suspected yesterday, she was in love, and his own lover could obviously figure that out. It was really sad that they found that out before the woman herself. That just proved how naïve she was in that department.
Moments later, she had stopped speaking. They stayed in a comfortable silence, until Rebekah thought it would be time to get up. They all stood up and fixed the bed to the best of their abilities before she said, "I need a shower."
Gabe grabbed her hand and said, "I'll take one with you," and pulled her to the bathroom.
Adrian called form behind them, "I'll make breakfast, so don't take too long!"
The tiles of the bathroom were cold against her bare feet. She realized that the tiny window in the bathroom was open and letting in the cold Seattle air. That was the reason why the bathroom was abnormally cold. Gabe read her mind and reached up to close the window. She averted her eyes as soon as she saw the well defined muscles of his back.
Gabe was a physical trainer and a nutritionist, so it was only logical that he stayed in shape. Sometimes they would go to the gym together, and if they were lucky, Joanne and Adrian would join them. In some ways he was a lot like Adrian, witty was one of them, but he was also the complete opposite. Adrian was pretty straight forward with the truth, but Gabe, he would try to hold that in if it would hurt a person, sometimes you had to make him tell you.
ZIP
Rebekah jumped, surprised at the sound and the cold feel of the atmosphere on her back. Gabe had magically popped up from behind her, and started to unzip her dress. She shivered as the red cloth peeled from her body. Gabe pressed his front to her back to help keep her warm. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed her dress down until it pooled around her feet. Once she was as naked as he was, he pulled her shivering body into the bath. He smiled once he heard a contented sigh escape her lips as the water sprayed on.
He massaged her scalp with the shampoo when she asked, "How do you guys do it?"
Without stopping he asked, "What?"
"I mean you and Adrian; I see the way you look at each other, the way you embrace. How do you do it?" She turned around to do the same to his hair. He was silent as he thought about how to put his feelings into words. They had rinsed their hair and started to lather their bodies before he wrapped his arms around her again, letting the water wash away the soap.
She saw his lips move at the corner of her peripheral vision. "I can't explain how I feel into words, and I know it's not a matter of how. It just happens, if I want to kiss him then I do, if he wants to embrace me, then he does. He knows how much I love him and I know how much he loves me, and we're the type of couple who try to prove and remind each other that we still do."
She watched the water drip down her body before she shook her head and laughed a humorless laugh.
"You know Gabe, most girls start to think about love at the age of fifteen, hell, even as young as eight, but me," she added another dry laugh, "I had to be the abnormal one and start thinking about it at the age of twenty-six."
Gabe saw that she was actually seeing this in a new light, and it pained her. He flexed his arms around her to reassure her.
"Beka, love is not something that people should start thinking about at a certain age. Yeah, sure, people start to think about it in their teenage years to their early twenties, but not everybody. It's just a sign for you that you feel lonely, and not because you're abnormal."
"But I have you, Adrian, Joanna, and all my other friends."
"You can be surrounded by a crowd of people and still be lonely. What I mean is that your heart feels empty, your mind is on daily life autopilot, and your whole body is just an empty shell. You may feel like your life is content, but you have the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that something is missing. Your heart needs to be filled with love for that one person, your mind needs to be occupied with the thoughts of that one person, and your body should react to every look, touch, and word they say to you."
"So, in other words, I have no person to make me feel alive."
"I'm not saying that, I just think it would be a good thing to start looking for them. For all you know you probably met him already." He reached to turn the knob and the water shut off. He knew who he was talking about, and he would dub her clueless if she did not figure it out. He grabbed two fluffy towels hanging to the side, and handed one to Rebekah, who looked to be really, really clueless. He shook his head in pity as he wrapped the towel around himself.
He had the sudden urge to push her against the wall and hold her there until she realized that there was already a man to love right in front of her. His eyes widened at how those words came out wrong in his head, technically he did not mean himself, but the doctor, but he gladly pinned her against the wall.
She looked lovely, her wet hair clung to her face, drops of water were on her eyelashes, her cheeks were tinged with pink, and her lips were a full pale red. A slender eyebrow moved up and she opened her mouth to say, "Don't tell me that guy is you."
A sad smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head.
"Rebekah, although I do love you, I don't think my love alone will satisfy you, nor with Adrian's love. You need one man to love only you," his grip on her wrists tightened, "Besides, if you were to be satisfied with both me and Adrian, then we wouldn't be having this conversation, instead, you would be experiencing the feelings that Adrian and I have for each other…and you…."
Rebekah had started to nod her head in understanding, but stopped and froze at the added part.
"Wait? Why did you add me in there? You guys made it pretty clear that the sex was fun, but never gave off any hints that you loved me."
"First of all, you are kind of new to all of this, so of course you wouldn't know. Second, you're not the type of girl to be friends with benefits with. Adrian and I both knew that the moment we got to know you, that you were the type of girl who deserved love. Yes, between me and Adrian, our love is strong, but we also put in a smaller space for the love we have for you. Before, we both hoped that you would feel the same way and actually become part of the relationship, but we see now that it wouldn't be enough for you."
She was startled at the…confession. His hands had let go of her wrists, and settled limply at his sides. Rebekah saw conflict in his eyes. He actually loved her like that, and she felt bad, utterly and completely useless. So she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her. Instinctively, he wrapped his own arms around her, allowing himself to get lost in the softness of her.
"Gabe, I love you and Adrian, but not in the same way you love me. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, just be happy. Find someone to love and be happy, truly happy, Beka."
They stayed locked in each other's embraces. They broke apart and stayed silent as they got ready for the day in separate bedrooms. She was simply shaken from their conversation. She chose a simple shirt and put on her favorite sweater, which had the word Navy in yellow letters, and black jeans. Her backpack was full of her textbooks, folders, and notebooks….
Her beloved iPod was in there, but her wallet was missing! She zipped out of the room, in worry, into the kitchen. She found a boxer clad Gabe pressed up and kissing a boxer clad Adrian, who was resting against the fridge as the shorter man kissed him. She set her backpack on the counter and walked up to them; they broke apart and panted from the lack of breath.
"Have you guys seen my wallet? I can't seem to find it. My student ID and my credit card were in there—whoa," she was cutoff as her guy friends pulled her into their embrace. Their breath seemed to be on a speaker because her ears were overwhelmed.
Her hands rested flatly on Adrian's chest, just as Gabe's head rested on her shoulder. She looked up into Adrian's brown eyes, the only features that were similar to Gabe's, the same type of tenderness from Gabe's eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Gabe told you our little secret. You weren't supposed to find out."
Gabe's voice came from behind her, "Well you didn't have her pinned against you in a towel and dripping wet."
Adrian did not look away, but, instead, brought his head closer to hers, "Are you okay with knowing? If you want to move out you-"
"-Who said anything about moving out?!" she exclaimed incredulously.
"Well I figured-"
"-Then you figured wrong! Now let's get back to the topic I asked earlier, do you know where my wallet is?"
The two men burst out laughing, and she was stuck in between their chuckling forms. That surprised her, but she relaxed and rested her head on Adrian's chest. His laugh resonated throughout the room, but rumbled into his chest.
After awhile the laughing stopped, and they stood peacefully together. The silence was calming for the three of them.
"I haven't seen your wallet. Was it in your purse that you took with you on your date with your doctor?" Adrian asked as he stroked her hair. Her head shot out of his chest, as a sudden image of her purse in the doctor's car flashed into her mind.
"Fuck, I left it in his car!" She pulled out of their embrace and started to pace.
"Well, think of it as an excuse to see him earlier than intended," Gabe said from within Adrian's arms and followed her with his eyes.
"That's a very good point, and that's one of the reasons why I love you," Adrian whispered loudly in Gabe's ear.
"I suppose I can go right now, besides I need to return his jacket."
"See, one bad thing always leads to something good."
A wide smile plastered on her lips as she said, "Then I better head over to the said good thing."
She walked over and gave each man a kiss on the cheek. Adrian could not resist holding in the words, "What are you still doing here then?"
"I'm going, I'm going!" She frowned playfully, but failed to soon after as a smile spread widely on her face.
She grabbed her backpack and the jacket, but walked back into the kitchen to have the last word.
"I think this is a little scheme to get me out of here so you guys can screw in the kitchen," and she finally walked out, but before the door closed behind her Adrian shouted, "Don't worry, we'll clean up!"
She shook her head as she smiled and walked down the hallway.
DING DONG
Rebekah tugged on a lock of hair with one hand as she held her doctor's jacket in her other. She worried her bottom lip until a metallic taste mixed into her mouth. She winced at the thought of her being so nervous that she drew her own blood. She was about to reach up and door bell again when the door opened wide to reveal a not so tidy Ross.
She scanned his disheveled state before she blushed and looked away for a moment. He was only in his boxers; somehow the men in her life always seemed to wear boxers in the morning. Before she looked away, she had seen the defined muscles in his arms and his torso, although he had muscles, it did not seem like he worked out too much.
Ross's eyes widened at the sight of his beautiful patient standing on his doorstep. He had to admit that she looked too cute blushing like that. He frowned as he saw her fidget nervously and saw as she glanced at him every now and then.
"Um…doctor, could you put on more clothes?" She finally looked at his face and saw the frown and added hastily, "oh, please don't be offended! I didn't mean it like that. I mean to find you attractive...oh I should just shut up…."
He was bemused and aroused by her words. He felt the inner stirring of his groin and knew he was turned on.
Ross said a quick "come in", turned, and walked back into his bedroom before Rebekah could see what had happened. She sat silently on the leather couch, the same couch that she had her daydream on. Her cheeks blushed at the memory, so she brought her hands up to cover her heated cheeks. The faint scent of his coat floated into the air. She inhaled deeply, as she decided that this was her favorite smell. The scent held a taste of cinnamon, but that was covered by the smell of peppermint aftershave. In her mind that was very clean and unique for a guy.
Once her cheeks had returned to their normal color, she had removed her hands and relaxed into the softness of the couch. She was caught by surprise when the couch dipped under the weight of her doctor. His arm had casually draped over the backrest of the couch. She felt something tug at her hair and found that his hand twirled a few strands of her hair around his finger. When she looked up at him she found his award winning smile grace his kissable lips.
She adjusted herself so that she could face him, but ended up snuggling herself against him, due to the help of the pulling of Ross's arm. She finally noticed that he had more clothes on. He had on dark blue jeans and an undershirt. As she breathed to calm her speeding heart she smelled a stronger version of that peppermint and cinnamon smell. His cheek rested on top of her head.
Rebekah absentmindedly ran a finger vertically along his shirt. She felt so comfortable with him around her, so, so…right.
"So, Rebekah, why exactly are you here?"
"Well, I wanted to return the jacket you gave me last night, and I believe I left my purse in your car."
His voice was light, "Are you sure that you're not just using that as an excuse to come and see me?"
Rebekah pulled away so that she could look up into his captivating eyes. The golden flecks shimmered along with his words. Her palm pressed lightly on his chest as she smiled.
"Okay, you got me. I just had the sudden urge to drive all the way over here to see you," she paused as her smile widened then added, "Do I get a reward for my efforts?"
He returned her smile and replied, "What wish does m'lady request?"
"Why sir, I wish for a kiss right here. Will you deny it?" She pressed a finger to her bottom lip as it stuck out.
Ross hummed in approval and leaned in closer to her, "You have to kiss me first m'lady."
"I'm absolutely fine with that."
She brought a hand up and cupped the opposite cheek to bring his face closer before she closed the gap. Electricity coursed from her lips to his and back. It was so good that it literally hurt to kiss him. A sudden act of squeezing occurred in her chest region. Most of the kisses they shared were normal or fast paced. This one was slow, so slow that it seemed that they had all the time in the world to keep on kissing. She pressed deeper into the kiss as he groaned loudly. Her eagerness showed as both her hands fisted his undershirt tightly. Her head tilted up higher, which exposed her neck more.
His lips were unbearably soft and they tasted of sweet peppermint. He groaned and pulled her closer as he nipped her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She complied and moaned softly as his tongue pushed through her lips and roamed her mouth. She seemed tentative, at first, as her tongue stroked his.
They went on for awhile until they had to break apart for the lack of oxygen. She took deep breaths as she laid her head on his chest. Her gaze faced downward and she realized that she had ended up on his lap. His right hand rested lightly on the back of her neck, while the other draped over her curled legs. He held her like an adult would hold an overgrown child, with tenderness and a small touch of uncertainty.
Rebekah gasped as she felt his warm fingers slip under her clothes and brush the skin of her hip. He was gentle with his touch. Rebekah unfurled her fist and rested her hand flat against his chest. She felt the warmth of his skin radiate through the thin cloth.
"I know this is sudden, but would it be alright to kiss you again? You don't mind witnessing another memory, if it comes to that, for my selfishness?" His voice rumbled through his upper body.
She smiled into his chest, "I wouldn't consider it sudden since we've only just kissed five seconds ago, but, yes, it's alright."
The hand that was on her hip disappeared until she felt a finger bring her head off his chest and tip it to meet her eyes.
"Are you sure?"
Her eyes widened as his question and caution struck her just now, "I…uh…I-"
"We don't have to if you don't want to."
"It's not that. It's just I don't know how strong the memory is going to be."
"But like I said, we don't have to."
She smiled beautifully then kissed him full on the lips.
"Let me mentally prepare myself, alright?"
"Okay," he whispered against her mouth.
She laid her head on his cheek and breathed in that cinnamon and peppermint smell. It soothed and helped clear her mind. She told herself if there was going to be anything bad or horrible she would let herself cry, but not scream. It was only a memory, that's right, a memory, a thing of the past.
When Rebekah was ready she said, "You can kiss me now…but before you do, can you tell me why you said 'I'm sorry' the first time we kissed?"
Ross leaned in close enough that his lips barely touched hers.
I said 'I'm sorry' because I vowed to myself that I wouldn't try anything with you and I broke that promise, plus I thought I was taking advantage of you."
Rebekah almost cried then and there, he was a very kind man, even when he lost his control, but she did not have enough time to let a tear drop as he claimed her mouth.
She enjoyed it immensely. He suckled on her lips sweetly like a newborn babe being fed. Desire was laced in with the passion that set her heart fluttering.
He drew in her flowery scent, which he could not figure out yet, into himself, wrapped it around him until he got drunk on it. He started to push deeper when her lips slackened and stilled. He pulled back and saw her eyes squeeze shut. She shivered intensely against his body, so he hugged her closer to him.
"Tie her up and gag her before she wakes," a hoarse voice said through the darkness.
Seven year old Rebekah woke to that grating voice, but kept her eyes closed for fear of what would come next. Her hands were yanked away from her body and tied together by a cold metal, which was then followed by a cloth. The invisible person suddenly let go of her hands. Her head came up and something was shoved into her little mouth before the person taped over her lips and around her head.
The material in her mouth tasted soapy and it rubbed against her jugular every time she tried to swallow. She choked every time she tried to breath. Her eyes flashed open and she curled into a ball as she choked some more. Her chest tightened and squeezed. Her gagging got worse as she heaved a big breath.
A pair of newer and warmer hands uncurled her body and had her lay on her back. Her eyes filled with tears from the sudden bright light of the flashlight coming from the person who had helped her.
"Fuck, did you even wash the cloth you stuck in her mouth?" A new voice asked. It seemed close to Rebekah and came from the direction of the light. The voice was husky, authoritative, and concerned. It was a low pitched voice, male probably.
"No," a lazy male voice answered.
"You shit bag, she could have allergies." The hands that helped her sat her up and tenderly pulled away the tape. She whimpered as her hair pulled along with the tape.
"Sorry sweetheart, but we need you to keep quiet. Now before I remove the cloth, can you promise me that you will not scream? Nod your head."
Tears streamed down her face, but she complied. The man's hands wiped away her tears then unwound the tape. He gently pulled away the cloth from her mouth. She spat loudly to get rid of the soapy taste. Her quiet sobs wracked her body. The man's hands stroked her hair soothingly.
"Can someone shut the little bitch up?!" The first voice she heard spoke up again. Rebekah figured there were about three people in the room.
"Look man, she just got kidnapped. Do you really expect her to be happy about it?" The kind man said harshly to the other man.
A gentle hand cupped her cheek as something pressed against her lip. She opened her mouth unwillingly. Cool liquid poured into her mouth. She welcomed the liquid, chilly and hydrated. The more she drank the more she found that she was thirsty. The hand that held her cheek was smooth and soft, more slender than the hand that combed through her hair.
"There you go, sweetheart. Just drink the water, and then when you're done you'll get to eat," a woman's voice said through the dark.
Rebekah swallowed her last mouthful of water before the bottle was taken away. The man who had helped her let her sit up and lean against the wall. The light of the room clicked on and the sudden brightness of the light blinded her just as what the flashlight did to her moments before. Her vision cleared, and her eyes darted all over the room. There were three men, including the one who was sitting on the bed with her, and one woman who sat next to the man.
Her hair was a messy strawberry blond, the type that could be flipped to any side. She had pale blue eyes, a dimple on her left cheek and a sympathetic smile on her full, red lips. Rebekah's eyes landed on the next person she saw. He was extremely scary looking. He could be described as a biker skinhead.
There was not a trace of hair on his head. One long scar ran down from his temple to his cheek. His eyes were a dark blue and filled with pity. Two dragon tattoos ran down his arms, the tail starting behind his shoulder, twisting all the way down, the mouth closing around a yin and yang ball at the center of his palm. The one on his left was in green ink while the other dragon was in dark red, more like in the shade of blood. A pair of jeans and an undershirt was used to cover most of his body.
Rebekah almost screamed, but she realized that he was the man who had helped her, due to the fact that he was sitting next to the pretty woman. At first glance he seemed scary, but if you compared him to the plain clothed men standing up, you would see that he was the kindest of the three.
There was a man by the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He glared and sneered at her with disgust and annoyance. This guy was nothing compared to the stoic man that leaned against the table on the opposite side of the room.
He had a scary gleam in his eyes as he stared at her. Rebekah did not know why he was leering at her like that, but she shivered from the bad feeling she was getting.
Without a second thought she threw herself into the arms of the tattooed man. She buried her head to his chest as the tears fell faster.
"Mason, Shimidtz, get your asses out of this room, NOW!"
Rebekah jumped at the booming command, but what surprised her was that it was the pretty lady that said that. She peeked over the shoulder to see the very scary man look back at her and walk out the door.
"Where's my daddy? Why am I here? I wanna go home."
"I wish I can take you back, sweetheart, but those scary men won't let me," the man whispered in her hair.
"You're bigger than them, why not?"
"They are making us do this by threatening us."
"But you're still bigger than them."
The woman spoke up, "What he means is that they are threatening us with telling bigger people what we did in the past."
Rebekah's tears streamed down faster, "I want to go home!"
"We want you to go home too, sweetheart."
When Rebekah snapped out of her memory, she realized that she was in the same position as her seven year old self. She shivered uncontrollably against her doctor, and it was not from the lack of heat.
"I-I remember their faces now." Her monotone voice did nothing to comfort him.
"What faces?"
"The faces of my kidnappers, three men and one woman. I was gagged and tied up at first, but they didn't wash the cloth so I started choking. One of the men took it off, and he was the one that looked dangerous. He and the woman seemed to be blackmailed into kidnapping me."
Ross was a little more disturbed as Rebekah said this as if listing off more boring things about herself. He laced his fingers with the hand he held and placed a gentle kiss on her temple.
"Did they hurt you?"
"No…not yet," Rebekah's glazed eyes focused on his face. His chest clenched at her pained expression.
"I've been living most of my life not knowing what happened to me." She stared past her lashes into his eyes, and then she smiled. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Giving me the chance to remember," She raised a hand and knocked her knuckle on her head, "this little brain of mine was able to protect me for a long time, but I would rather I remember then live in the dark."
A slow smile formed on his lips. Rebekah found that there was a small, barely seen, dimple at the corner of his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned softly.
"What is it?"
Eyes still closed, he leaned in closer until his head was hidden in the crook of her neck.
"You smell so good, it's intoxicating."
"I guess it's from my floral soap and shampoo."
"God, I love it. What flower is it?"
"Jasmine."
"Mmm," he moaned again as he gave a sensual lick up to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe and noted that she shivered in his arms.
"Not only do you smell good, you taste good too."
She grabbed his shoulders and bit back a moan of her own as she felt a hand go up underneath her sweater and shirt.
In a breathy tone she said, "A little forward today are we, doctor?"
"With you sitting deliciously on my lap, how can I not?"
His hand cupped around her breast and she stilled.
"Damn….You have a bra today."
"Surely you can unclasp it."
Ross pulled back, is glasses low on his nose and fogged. Her hands reached up and she slowly pulled his wire glasses away. She folded them up and placed them on the table behind her. As she shifted back to her original position, Ross's nimble hands swiftly unclasped her bra. She groaned as his cold hands circled around and slipped underneath her bra and cupped her breasts. She kissed him soundly and he returned it with fervor. She took the lead as her tongue pushed through the barrier of his soft full lips.
This was really nice. For once in a relationship she was more dominant. With her eyes closed she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. She was in total bliss, surrounded by him, his breath, his lips, and his hands. BUT something broke the mood.
A funny gurgle/grumbling sound penetrated their foggy minds. Rebekah broke away with a shocked look on her face. Ross's eyes flew open, and then he grinned, and then started to laugh.
A raging blush scorched her cheeks. He retracted his hands, still laughing. She scrambled off of his lap, turned around and wrapped her hands around herself, head hung down. Then it dawned on her that she had not even had breakfast, no wonder her stomach growled. That was extremely embarrassing. She resisted the urge to hit her head on the wall in front of her.
She jumped when she felt another pair of arms engulf her. She shivered as his lips ghosted up her neck.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed," he whispered sincerely into her ear.
She let out a sigh, "its fine."
"I could cook you something."
She turned around in his arms to look at him. Ross noted that Rebekah turned extremely shy when she was not doing anything sexual. She chose not to speak, but nodded. His smile widened as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the kitchen. Just as they walked through the doorway, something beeped.
"You're very lucky; I was baking muffins…unless you want to eat something else."
He looked back at her with another flash of teeth. Rebekah sniffed the air and let out a low moan, "Those smell good."
Ross stopped, turned around and picked her up with ease and sat her on the island of the kitchen.
"Wait till you taste them."
It turned out that the oven was right in front of her. He spun around, placed on oven mitts, opened the oven and bent over to retrieve the pan. A perfectly shaped ass was right in front of her. She placed her hands behind her and leaned back to look at the ceiling.
What exactly was this? Were they more than doctor and patient, or what? (A/N: I know I'm making her seem stupid on purpose, but that's the point of a ditzy heroine, isn't it?)
She decided to let it go…for now. She felt him press himself in between her legs. Something warm and banana scented pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and let it in. The texture was soft and moist and the hint of banana exploded as she chewed on it. Just as the fingers started to move away, Rebekah straightened up and grabbed his hand with both of hers. She swallowed the piece and started to lovingly lick his fingertips.
He watched the devil make her every move. Her tongue poked out, licked, and retreated, and every now and then she would nip at his fingers. His already tight jeans became constricting every time he felt the slick velvet. He bit back a moan. This was really getting out of hand. If her were with another woman it would have taken a lot more than just licking his fingers to get him hard, or maybe it was because the last time he slept with a woman was last November, which was about three months ago…which was not the longest he had gone.
Rebekah smiled at the way his eyes had darkened. She lowered his hand and reached over to get a muffin of her own. She broke off a piece and returned the favor as she brought the piece to his lips. The way she did it, so innocently, made him want to push her backwards and ravish her on this island. He copied what she did and took the piece into his mouth, and then started to lick the sweetness off of her finger, while she watched him as she ate her muffin.
He leaned in closer to her and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Very much--" she cut herself off and started to roll her shoulders. Then a blush appeared on her cheeks.
"What's wrong?"
Her blush darkened as she replied, "My bra is still unclasped."
Without a word Ross's fingers slipped under her sweater and ghosted up her back. He reached the flaps that connected together and grabbed one with each hand. He looked up to see that she had a faint smirk on her face.
She pulled his hands away and swiftly pulled her sweater off. She froze as she looked down at herself and then glanced at Ross. She realized that she had to take off her shirt too, in order not to mistakenly twist her strap and make it feel uncomfortable. She bit her lip and grabbed the ends of her shirt to pull them over her head. The shirt dropped on top of the sweater with the sound of cloth rubbing together.
Rebekah's arm covered the front of her chest to hold the cups of the bra in place before they fell off. Her other arm reached around and quickly clasped her bra in place. She reached over to put her shirt back on, but Ross stopped her. This was a surprising situation because in a position like this a man usually chose to stare at the woman's breasts, but her doctor decided to stare deeply into his eyes too. A small voice of reason gave her a little notice.
'What time is it? Remember you still have school!'
Rebekah stilled, then looked to her right where the kitchen clock was located high on the wall.
Confused, Ross asked, "What is it?"
Rebekah already had her shirt on and was halfway with her sweatshirt, "My classes start in five minutes."
He continued on for her, "And the University is all the way across town. At least a fifteen minute drive."
"Yes! Oh, wow. I'm sorry, I really have to go!"
Her back was turned to him as he laid a hand on her shoulder.
I know this is sort of a weird place to end it and it seems cliffhanger..y but this is all I have as of now!
Okay this may be weird, but I have also started another brand new story...which I will start typing the first chapter after I post this. It's titled: My Fake Fiancée.....
*dogdes flying veggies* I'm sorry I know I should be working on this one...but I needed more of a comic relief story....(just writing Adrian's character won't cut it for me) so yeah! will you go check it out and review? puh-lease!!!
Oh I have a quick question: Did anybody hate that little all of a sudden confession from Gabe? I really felt like putting it in there...and it's for no reason either....well maybe I could use it for future events...but anyways...that was question 1....here's question 2: do you like Adrian's character, or do you find his somewhat comic relief a bit annoying?
well, that's it for now! let's hope the next time I update will not be in two months....
-fr3nchi3
P.S!!!!!! I'm totally hating my summary right now! will anyone like to make a new one for me? PM it to me, and I'll choose the best one....(and make a few adjustments, if you don't mind!) ty!