Drinking Apple Wine on Skyline Drive: Part II
Title: Drinking Apple Wine on Skyline Drive
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Bree and Rex Van deKamp
Chapter: Part II
Rating: N17
Warning: Graphic sexual violence and a very corny ending - you've been warned!
Disclaimer: Bree faces some ugly realizations about herself as she travels down memory lane.
* * *
“Ty, that’s enough.” Bree Mason was pinned between Ty Grant and the slick leather interior of his backseat. Ty had pushed her skirt up around her hips and was presently trying to undo his pants and pull down her underwear simultaneously.
“Oh c’mon babe. We’ve been dating for months now. You’re wearing that ring I gave ya. C’mon.” Ty managed to undo his pants and shove them down around his knees before returning his attention to Bree’s cotton panties.
Struggling beneath him, Bree frowned and, looking at the hunger in his face, grew suddenly afraid that her ‘no’ wasn’t going to be enough to stop Ty from getting what he wanted. “Ty Grant. Get off of me. Right now!” Bree screamed and reached up to violently connect the palm of her hand with the side of his face. The sound of the slap resounded in the small space and Ty rocked slightly on the seat, his cheek rouging and his eyes turning cold and hard.
“You little bitch! You flaunt that beautiful face of yours all over the school, hanging off of me when we’re around people then acting all proper and cold when we’re alone. What the hell did you think I wanted from you? A white picket fence and babies?” Ty scoffed and Bree’s blood turned cold as he caught her wrists in an iron grip. “No, Bree Mason, all I wanted from the moment I saw you was to be the one who finally conquered the Ice Queen.”
Bree could feel Ty’s rigid phallus awkwardly jabbing at her thigh as she squirmed under him, making herself a near impossible target. But Ty was the quarterback of their football team, he was strong and when he reached down with one hand, grabbed her underwear and tore it from her, there was nothing she could do but scream and thrash about. Then, she went limp, her tear stained face stared up at the ceiling of the car as she lay there unmoving.
Ty watched her warily for a moment, then smiled slowly and moved to thrust into her; waiting for just the right moment, Bree brought her knee up swiftly and grunted with the force of it driving between Ty’s legs. With a howl, Ty fell sideways, wedged between the front and back seats, whimpering and gasping in pain. Bree scrambled out from under him, fumbling with the car door before it opened and she spilled out onto the ground. Digging her fingers into the dirt as if to gain strength from the earth, Bree got to her feet quickly and started to run, sobbing.
Crouched in the back seat, his hands pressed in an almost demure gesture, between his legs, Ty Grant watched Bree Mason run away. “Fuck.” He muttered to himself, cursing his stupidity and the inevitable backlash he would face the next day. Gathering himself together, he freed the emergency brake and drove off slowly.
Sobbing uncontrollably, Bree ran until her lungs burned and she was forced to stop. Falling onto a nearby park bench, Bree gasped heavily, fighting to get back her breath and wrapping her sweater tighter around her. Her knees were scratched and spotted with dirt from her hasty retreat. Her mascara tattooed her cheeks and she wiped at it in vain. Shivering, she ran her fingers through her hair, tucking errand strands behind her ear, and got up to walk home.
Singing along with the radio, Rex Van deKamp turned the corner in his midnight blue Camaro drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. His obsessive love of Madonna had always been a secret but the plethora of tapes in his glove compartment would hasten to give it away to any who bothered to look. As he head banged along to “Like a Virgin”, something on the side of the road caught his eye. Turning down the music and rolling down his window, he called out; “Bree?”
Gasping, Bree jumped and looked at the stranger calling to her from the dark Camaro. Bree hadn’t talked to Rex since she’d picked up his chemistry book for him a few weeks ago. She’d decided to keep her distance in fairness to Ty and the feelings she had felt for Rex the moment their eyes had met. Now, here he was, driving up on his motorized stallion in his metaphorical armour to save the day. Brushing at her face again, Bree stopped and tried to find a smile but if she’d managed on her face, it certainly didn’t reach her eyes.
“Jesus Bree!” Rex parked the car, put on the hazard lights and got quickly out of the car. “Are you alright?”
His hands were warm on her arms and Bree had to fight the urge to melt against him in a weeping pile of fear and anxiety. Instead, she tried that smile again and nodded. “Yes, I’m fine… umm… just a little lost.”
Rex eyed the redhead with a thoughtful frown, deciding it would be best to allow the girl her privacy; he led her around to the passenger seat and opened the door for her. “I’ll take you home.”
“Thanks.” Bree stared out through the windshield, crossing her arms around herself and keeping her knees together firmly. Her head fell back against the seat as she remembered her purse was back in Ty’s car; she didn’t want her mother seeing her like this so she turned to Rex with an imploring gaze. “Rex, I can’t go home right now. Could I….stay with you?”
On any other night Rex would have been ecstatic to hear those words coming from Bree Mason’s mouth, but tonight they brought up only concern. He nodded, casting a glance at her; “Of course.”
* * *
Stealing into his place through the backdoor, Rex pulled Bree up the stairs by her hand and closed the door to his room behind them. Looking at her dirt smeared clothes, he pulled a long t-shirt out of the nearest drawer; “Want to sleep in this?”
Bree looked around and noted the tasteful decorating she assumed Rex’s mother had forced him to endure. The obviously careful choice of blue painted on the walls, the crisp white of the trim around the windows, the old fashioned picture of a sailboat - a room for a little boy all grown up. Rex’s touch was evident in the sports posters strewn haphazardly on the walls and, she noted with a touch of amusement, the large glossy photo of Madonna tacked to his corkboard. She had to smile, it was endearing. Taking the t-shirt offering and holding it against her chest as if it were a lifeline, Bree leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Rex’s cheek. “Thank you, Rex Van deKamp.”
Five minutes later, Bree had washed her face and changed into Rex’s oversized t-shirt. She’d given some attention to her knees as well and a few of the cuts had bled enough that she’d made use of the Band-Aids she’d found in the medicine cabinet. Rex had pulled out a sleeping bag and was curled up on the floor next to the bed. “You can have the bed, Bree.”
With a shy smile, Bree climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up around her. After a few silent moments, she peeked over the edge of the bed at Rex who had his arms crossed under his head. “Rex?”
“Hmm?” He looked up at her.
“Will you come up here? I’d really appreciate it.” She murmured softly, aware that a heated blush was painting her cheeks the same colour as her hair.
“Sure.” Rex slowly untangled himself from the sleeping bag, got into bed next to Bree and awkwardly laid there as she snuggled up to him and pulled his arm around her. He tensed for a moment before finally relaxing, closing his eyes against the tickle of her hair against his skin and ventured so far as to kiss her chastely on the head. “Goodnight Bree.”
Bree Mason answered with a snuffled snort indicating she’d already fallen asleep in his arms.
....To Be Continued...
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Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Bree and Rex Van deKamp
Chapter: Part II
Rating: N17
Warning: Graphic sexual violence and a very corny ending - you've been warned!
Disclaimer: Bree faces some ugly realizations about herself as she travels down memory lane.
* * *
“Ty, that’s enough.” Bree Mason was pinned between Ty Grant and the slick leather interior of his backseat. Ty had pushed her skirt up around her hips and was presently trying to undo his pants and pull down her underwear simultaneously.
“Oh c’mon babe. We’ve been dating for months now. You’re wearing that ring I gave ya. C’mon.” Ty managed to undo his pants and shove them down around his knees before returning his attention to Bree’s cotton panties.
Struggling beneath him, Bree frowned and, looking at the hunger in his face, grew suddenly afraid that her ‘no’ wasn’t going to be enough to stop Ty from getting what he wanted. “Ty Grant. Get off of me. Right now!” Bree screamed and reached up to violently connect the palm of her hand with the side of his face. The sound of the slap resounded in the small space and Ty rocked slightly on the seat, his cheek rouging and his eyes turning cold and hard.
“You little bitch! You flaunt that beautiful face of yours all over the school, hanging off of me when we’re around people then acting all proper and cold when we’re alone. What the hell did you think I wanted from you? A white picket fence and babies?” Ty scoffed and Bree’s blood turned cold as he caught her wrists in an iron grip. “No, Bree Mason, all I wanted from the moment I saw you was to be the one who finally conquered the Ice Queen.”
Bree could feel Ty’s rigid phallus awkwardly jabbing at her thigh as she squirmed under him, making herself a near impossible target. But Ty was the quarterback of their football team, he was strong and when he reached down with one hand, grabbed her underwear and tore it from her, there was nothing she could do but scream and thrash about. Then, she went limp, her tear stained face stared up at the ceiling of the car as she lay there unmoving.
Ty watched her warily for a moment, then smiled slowly and moved to thrust into her; waiting for just the right moment, Bree brought her knee up swiftly and grunted with the force of it driving between Ty’s legs. With a howl, Ty fell sideways, wedged between the front and back seats, whimpering and gasping in pain. Bree scrambled out from under him, fumbling with the car door before it opened and she spilled out onto the ground. Digging her fingers into the dirt as if to gain strength from the earth, Bree got to her feet quickly and started to run, sobbing.
Crouched in the back seat, his hands pressed in an almost demure gesture, between his legs, Ty Grant watched Bree Mason run away. “Fuck.” He muttered to himself, cursing his stupidity and the inevitable backlash he would face the next day. Gathering himself together, he freed the emergency brake and drove off slowly.
Sobbing uncontrollably, Bree ran until her lungs burned and she was forced to stop. Falling onto a nearby park bench, Bree gasped heavily, fighting to get back her breath and wrapping her sweater tighter around her. Her knees were scratched and spotted with dirt from her hasty retreat. Her mascara tattooed her cheeks and she wiped at it in vain. Shivering, she ran her fingers through her hair, tucking errand strands behind her ear, and got up to walk home.
Singing along with the radio, Rex Van deKamp turned the corner in his midnight blue Camaro drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. His obsessive love of Madonna had always been a secret but the plethora of tapes in his glove compartment would hasten to give it away to any who bothered to look. As he head banged along to “Like a Virgin”, something on the side of the road caught his eye. Turning down the music and rolling down his window, he called out; “Bree?”
Gasping, Bree jumped and looked at the stranger calling to her from the dark Camaro. Bree hadn’t talked to Rex since she’d picked up his chemistry book for him a few weeks ago. She’d decided to keep her distance in fairness to Ty and the feelings she had felt for Rex the moment their eyes had met. Now, here he was, driving up on his motorized stallion in his metaphorical armour to save the day. Brushing at her face again, Bree stopped and tried to find a smile but if she’d managed on her face, it certainly didn’t reach her eyes.
“Jesus Bree!” Rex parked the car, put on the hazard lights and got quickly out of the car. “Are you alright?”
His hands were warm on her arms and Bree had to fight the urge to melt against him in a weeping pile of fear and anxiety. Instead, she tried that smile again and nodded. “Yes, I’m fine… umm… just a little lost.”
Rex eyed the redhead with a thoughtful frown, deciding it would be best to allow the girl her privacy; he led her around to the passenger seat and opened the door for her. “I’ll take you home.”
“Thanks.” Bree stared out through the windshield, crossing her arms around herself and keeping her knees together firmly. Her head fell back against the seat as she remembered her purse was back in Ty’s car; she didn’t want her mother seeing her like this so she turned to Rex with an imploring gaze. “Rex, I can’t go home right now. Could I….stay with you?”
On any other night Rex would have been ecstatic to hear those words coming from Bree Mason’s mouth, but tonight they brought up only concern. He nodded, casting a glance at her; “Of course.”
* * *
Stealing into his place through the backdoor, Rex pulled Bree up the stairs by her hand and closed the door to his room behind them. Looking at her dirt smeared clothes, he pulled a long t-shirt out of the nearest drawer; “Want to sleep in this?”
Bree looked around and noted the tasteful decorating she assumed Rex’s mother had forced him to endure. The obviously careful choice of blue painted on the walls, the crisp white of the trim around the windows, the old fashioned picture of a sailboat - a room for a little boy all grown up. Rex’s touch was evident in the sports posters strewn haphazardly on the walls and, she noted with a touch of amusement, the large glossy photo of Madonna tacked to his corkboard. She had to smile, it was endearing. Taking the t-shirt offering and holding it against her chest as if it were a lifeline, Bree leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Rex’s cheek. “Thank you, Rex Van deKamp.”
Five minutes later, Bree had washed her face and changed into Rex’s oversized t-shirt. She’d given some attention to her knees as well and a few of the cuts had bled enough that she’d made use of the Band-Aids she’d found in the medicine cabinet. Rex had pulled out a sleeping bag and was curled up on the floor next to the bed. “You can have the bed, Bree.”
With a shy smile, Bree climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up around her. After a few silent moments, she peeked over the edge of the bed at Rex who had his arms crossed under his head. “Rex?”
“Hmm?” He looked up at her.
“Will you come up here? I’d really appreciate it.” She murmured softly, aware that a heated blush was painting her cheeks the same colour as her hair.
“Sure.” Rex slowly untangled himself from the sleeping bag, got into bed next to Bree and awkwardly laid there as she snuggled up to him and pulled his arm around her. He tensed for a moment before finally relaxing, closing his eyes against the tickle of her hair against his skin and ventured so far as to kiss her chastely on the head. “Goodnight Bree.”
Bree Mason answered with a snuffled snort indicating she’d already fallen asleep in his arms.
....To Be Continued...
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