Five Relationships That Didn’t Happen (Or Did They?)
Title: Five Relationships That Didn’t Happen (Or Did They?)
Author: cameroncrazed
Rating: PG-13 (language, innuendo)
Warnings: drug use
Pairings: Hiro/Elle, Claire/Isaac, Peter/Eden, Mohinder/Candice, hint of Mohinder/Sylar, Zach/Jackie
Spoilers: through season 3, although this fic is mostly AU
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes or anything about it.
Author’s note: I blame this entirely on the cold meds I’m taking. It’s the only logical explanation. I wanted to explore relationships that may or may not have occurred - with the twist that each pairing has one partner that’s died.
1. Hiro/Elle
He’d not known her, never had much interaction with her. He didn’t even know who she was when he put his hand on her shoulder and took her and Sylar to that secluded beach. She meant nothing to him then.
Now, Hiro thinks about her, usually late at night when his conscience won’t let him sleep. She dances across his mind, all smiles and laughter and perfume that smells like vanilla. It’s oddly innocent for her, and he wonders if it’s a memory or a fantasy. She never handles a gun, never shoots deadly sparks with her hands, never kills in his mind, all things that people tell him she’d done routinely when she was alive.
He blames himself for her death. Ando tells him over and over that he had nothing to do with it; Hiro knows that he’d given Sylar the opportunity. Claire tells him that the girl had it coming; Hiro can’t believe that anyone deserves to die. Not like that, not at the hands of her lover. He wonders if she’d ever been in love, ever had a man that truly loved her, anyone besides Sylar.
It starts innocently enough. He can’t sleep, not without knowing exactly what happened. He’s very careful not to make any noise; Sylar and Elle never know that he’s there. He watches, over and over and over, as Sylar pushes Elle back and comprehension dawns in her eyes. He interferes that first trip back, tosses a rock at the critical time to distract Sylar, and has to watch history change. They repair their relationship, and he watches the next couple months as Elle’s body swells with Sylar’s child. It hurts Hiro more to watch that than to watch her die.
The second night, he goes back and tackles himself, holding his day younger self down as they watch Sylar start his infamous cut, watch as the villain torches her body. He waits until Sylar’s gone, not caring where just as long as the other man’s gone, and gathers her ashes. He hopes his father won’t mind sharing his grave, but he doesn’t know what else to do with Elle. He just can’t leave her there like that, he just can’t.
Soon, it’s every night. Ando tells him he’s obsessed. Hiro doesn’t argue that fact, but he can’t let her face death alone. He just wishes that he had invisibility, some way of holding her hand at the end, some way of letting her know she wasn’t alone, never alone.
He finally gives into temptation, goes back to a time where she was still relatively innocent, before she’d ever encounter Sylar or Gabriel or whatever he wanted to call himself. She never gives the new agent a second glance. He leaves sweet notes and roses on her desk; she sniffs the rose for a second, then fries it with a light touch and jokes about her secret admirer. She’s not exactly like he’d expected, more like the girl he’d been told about, but he doesn’t care. He wonders what he’d have to do for her to fall in love with him.
Her father accidentally gives him good advice. Bob had been bemoaning the fact that she’d learned how to use his credit card online, and how he was going to have to work overtime on his alchemy to afford her shoe addiction. The next morning, instead of a rose, Elle finds a box of Manolos on her desk; she gasps when she spots a pair of shoes she’s never seen before, a style not to be released for three more years. She kisses him that day, and it’s one of the happiest moments of his life. She says she loves him, and he believes her. Bob doesn’t approve, but Elle just laughs; they talk about leaving, walking away from the company, but Elle can’t do it. Won’t do it.
The day comes when Bob gives her the assignment that Hiro knows will destroy her. He begs her not to take it, to let anyone else do it, but she just laughs, asking him “what’s the worst that could happen?”, and kisses him goodbye. When she comes home that night, he knows he’s lost her. He’d never stood a chance once she’d met Sylar.
He returns to his future, his world without her, heart broken but wiser. At least he knows now that she’d known love at some point in her life, that she knew that she wasn’t alone. He’s saved her, in some tiny way that matters most to him.
2. Isaac/Claire
“What’s this?” Claire holds up a filthy baggie by one plastic corner.
He looks over and blanches, wishing that she’d never insisted on cleaning up the apartment. “It’s nothing. Throw it in the garbage.”
Her eyes narrow, and he knows she doesn’t believe him. Instead of doing as he asked, she opens the bag and pulls out his heroin kit. “Isaac?”
She’s too innocent, too well protected to have a clue; he’s glad that he’d never told her all the dirty details of his life before her. “It’s nothing, Claire. Throw it out. A memento from before I met you.” His hands shake, and his knees almost give way as he thinks about how good it would be to just give in one last time.
He doesn’t like the way she looks at him, the way he’s shaking, the pleading look in his eyes, the tiny beads of sweat pooling on his forehead. She starts towards the kitchen, going to throw away the kit like he’d asked earlier, but he pounces before she can leave the room, pulling her to the floor with him and kissing her as if he can transfer one addiction to another.
~ ~ ~
Isaac knows he ought not do it. He knows that he’d spent too much time on rehabilitation, that Claire trusts him, that he’s got too many good things in his life to mess them up again like this. He just doesn’t care. Although it’s been years since the last time, his fingers don’t fumble in the tiniest bit as he taps on his arm, as he presses on the plunger. His head rolls back in pleasure as the heroin hits his system; it’s like welcoming back an old friend.
Claire comes home that night, carryout pizza in one hand and one of the tiny bags from Victoria’s Secret in the other, looking to surprise him. She gets the surprise instead when she finds that he’s painted over every surface in their apartment, including their wedding picture, when she finds him passed out on their couch, needle in one hand and paintbrush in the other.
~ ~ ~
“You can’t do this anymore!” She yells at him, and throws one of his brushes at him.
He ducks, then yells back. “You don’t have the right to tell me what to do!”
“I’m your wife, and you’re destroying yourself, destroying our marriage!”
“If you don’t like it, leave!” He doesn’t mean it, knows that it’s the addiction talking, but he can’t stop himself.
She freezes, then turns away slowly. He’s shocked when he realizes that she’d already packed her bags, that they’re waiting beside the door for her. He hadn’t realized that things had already gotten so bad that she’d been considering leaving before he’d yelled it at her. He wonders if he’ll ever see her again.
3. Peter/Eden
“Peter, pay attention to me.” Eden doesn’t put any of her newly-discovered power behind it, so she’s not surprised when he doesn’t look up from his books.
“In a minute, let me finish this chapter first. Test tomorrow, you know.”
Yes, she knows. She’d never realized that he’d take his classes so seriously, that he actually cared so much about nursing school. In a way, it’s kinda cute, but she’s bored and lonely and more than slightly horny. Her lips curl into a smile; let’s see him ignore this request. “Peter. Put down the book.”
He obeys immediately.
“Kiss me.”
She moans into his kiss, presses her body against his, wondering if she’d have to command him to take her to bed too. He responds, and before she can blink, he’s pushing her back towards the couch, hands already fumbling with the zipper on her jeans. “Love you, Peter.”
“Love you too, Eden.”
He’s too tentative in the way he touches her, the way he loves her. She loves her power, loves how she can make him obey. “Harder, Peter. Please.” She loves him so much.
~ ~ ~
He kisses her hair as he wraps his arms around her. There are days where he still can’t believe that she’s his, and this sleepy Sunday is one of them. He’d be content to stay in bed all day, but his stomach’s growling.
“Hungry, baby?” She giggles as it growls again.
“Yeah. Want to make me breakfast in bed?” He jokes, knowing that he’ll be the one to do it, but he adores her cooking.
“No.”
“Please?” He doesn’t know why he does it, why he says what he does, like he does. “Get your cute ass up, and make me some waffles.”
He’s shocked when she immediately hops out of bed and runs into the kitchen. Normally, he’d have to drag her out of her bed by her ankles. He fully expects her to come back and dump the contents of their coffee carafe over his head for being so demanding, but she comes back with a big plate of waffles and a blank look on her face. He could get used to this.
~ ~ ~
“Take out the trash.”
He complies but glares at her as he carries the garbage bag out of the apartment. When he gets back, he’s ready for her. Before she can compel him to do another chore on her honey-do list, he snaps at her. “Why don’t you clean the bathroom for once?”
Eden retorts before she can think, even as she gathers up the rubber gloves and cleaning solutions. “Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” Her eyes widen as soon as she says it. “No, ignore what I just said.”
Peter watches as she scrubs the toilet, wishing he’d never asked her to do something that he knows she hates. “Eden, we need to talk. Stop cleaning.”
Kneeling on the hard tile of the bathroom, she looks up at him, knowing what’s coming. “This isn’t working is it?”
“I love you, but we’re hurting each other.”
At that moment, she wishes that she didn’t have her powers, that Peter didn’t have his, that they’d never started this control game. “It’s been fun, Peter. If you want to go visit with your family, I’ll be gone by the time you get back.”
4. Mohinder/Candice
Mohinder knows something’s wrong as soon as he walks into their apartment building, knows by the glances he gets that Candice has done something yet again. Half of the looks are of pure curiosity, but the other half are full of disgust. The older woman on the elevator spits the word “pervert” at him even as the young twenty-something beside him reaches out and squeezes his butt. He jumps, and squeaks in protest.
By the time he gets to his door, he’s not sure if he even wants to know what she’s done. She meets him at the door, jumps into his arms, kissing him before he can ask.
Molly looks over at them from where she’s working on her homework, and gags theatrically. “Ewww, stop it. Gross.”
“Molly.” Mohinder’s tone is a warning, and she sighs as she gathers up her papers and moves into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
He waits until she’s safely in her room before he asks. “What now?”
“I got bored.” Candice kisses him again. “And you might have been spotted streaking through the building, completely butt naked. Possibly. Maybe. But it’s not like every one was at home during that time, so no more than fifty or sixty people saw that.”
“Candice!” He ought to be upset, but at least it sounded like she hadn’t done anything too bizarre this time.
“Oh, and if Matt or someone from the FBI calls, don’t be worried. It’s all a big misunderstanding.” She kisses him again.
He’s definitely worried now. “Candice?”
“What?” She’s immediately defensive, and walks away, heading into their kitchen to fuss about with supper.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing. Just went shopping. How much trouble can I get into shopping?”
He knows better. “How embarrassing is it going to be for me?”
Molly wanders out of her room, and Candice blushes. “I’ll tell you later.” She gestures towards Molly, and Mohinder knows whatever she’s done, it’s very bad if they can’t even talk about it in veiled terms.
~ ~ ~
Audrey cocks her head to the side as she stares at the photos one more time, then glances at the video surveillance tape again. She doesn’t understand why Sylar would come out of hiding just to visit an adult store in Brooklyn. She watches his interaction with the clerk one more time, wondering what in hell he was doing buying women’s lingerie, furry handcuffs, lube, bondage collar, and a pack of mint-flavored condoms. In a way, she really did not want to know. She looks at the collar one last time, this time noticing that the tag was engraved.
She looks over at the audio/visual tech that had been assigned to the case. “Can you enhance that image? What’s on that collar?”
The tech works for a few minutes, until they can clearly see the cursive “Mohinder” cut into the tag.
“Mohinder? How do I know that name?” Audrey knows that this is an important clue, and that it means something that’s escaping her. Why does she know that name? She makes a note to ask Parkman about it; maybe he’d remember. She’s positive that she’s heard the name Mohinder before.
5. Zack/Jackie
“I really shouldn’t be here.” Jackie whispers as he pushes her back on his bed.
Zach kisses her neck gently, careful not to leave any mark. “No one’s going to find out.”
No one’s ever treated her so tenderly before. “I need to go.” She doesn’t even attempt to get up, just pulls him even closer as she walks her fingers along the seams of his boxers.
“Don’t leave me.” He leans back, and starts to pull her shirt up.
She sits up and pulls the shirt completely off. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her fingers shake as she reaches out and pulls his boxers down.
“Do you really want me to stop?”
“No.” She really doesn’t.
~ ~ ~
“Where were you last night?” Claire asks her as they walk into school the next morning. “I called you like eight times, and you never answered - and you completely ignored my text messages.”
Jackie’s so busy trying not to blush as she comes up with a good lie that she doesn’t even realize that she’s about to run into Zach. He lets his hand linger on her waist just a second too long for comfort as he steadies her. She hopes no one notice her eyes glaze over with lust, the way she can’t help but pant slightly. If anyone were to notice her, they’d know in a second, and she can’t have that. “Get off of me, you freak!”
She can see the pain in his eyes for a second before he realizes the problem. “I wouldn’t touch you if you paid me, Jackie.”
“What, because you’re gay?” Maybe if she can convince the rest of the school that he’s not interested in girls, then no one would believe it even if they fooled around on the tables in the cafeteria. Not that she’d thought about that before, of course.
“No, because I don’t want to pick up something that not even penicillin and Clorox could cure.”
She knows that he’s not trying to be cruel, that he’s not bringing up her past in an attempt to hurt her, just to convince everyone else. She hopes that he won’t take her at her word when she glares at him and snaps “I hate you.”
“Love you too, bitch.”
She smiles, knowing that he’d meant every word. “Ditto, loser. Now get out of my way!”
Author: cameroncrazed
Rating: PG-13 (language, innuendo)
Warnings: drug use
Pairings: Hiro/Elle, Claire/Isaac, Peter/Eden, Mohinder/Candice, hint of Mohinder/Sylar, Zach/Jackie
Spoilers: through season 3, although this fic is mostly AU
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes or anything about it.
Author’s note: I blame this entirely on the cold meds I’m taking. It’s the only logical explanation. I wanted to explore relationships that may or may not have occurred - with the twist that each pairing has one partner that’s died.
1. Hiro/Elle
He’d not known her, never had much interaction with her. He didn’t even know who she was when he put his hand on her shoulder and took her and Sylar to that secluded beach. She meant nothing to him then.
Now, Hiro thinks about her, usually late at night when his conscience won’t let him sleep. She dances across his mind, all smiles and laughter and perfume that smells like vanilla. It’s oddly innocent for her, and he wonders if it’s a memory or a fantasy. She never handles a gun, never shoots deadly sparks with her hands, never kills in his mind, all things that people tell him she’d done routinely when she was alive.
He blames himself for her death. Ando tells him over and over that he had nothing to do with it; Hiro knows that he’d given Sylar the opportunity. Claire tells him that the girl had it coming; Hiro can’t believe that anyone deserves to die. Not like that, not at the hands of her lover. He wonders if she’d ever been in love, ever had a man that truly loved her, anyone besides Sylar.
It starts innocently enough. He can’t sleep, not without knowing exactly what happened. He’s very careful not to make any noise; Sylar and Elle never know that he’s there. He watches, over and over and over, as Sylar pushes Elle back and comprehension dawns in her eyes. He interferes that first trip back, tosses a rock at the critical time to distract Sylar, and has to watch history change. They repair their relationship, and he watches the next couple months as Elle’s body swells with Sylar’s child. It hurts Hiro more to watch that than to watch her die.
The second night, he goes back and tackles himself, holding his day younger self down as they watch Sylar start his infamous cut, watch as the villain torches her body. He waits until Sylar’s gone, not caring where just as long as the other man’s gone, and gathers her ashes. He hopes his father won’t mind sharing his grave, but he doesn’t know what else to do with Elle. He just can’t leave her there like that, he just can’t.
Soon, it’s every night. Ando tells him he’s obsessed. Hiro doesn’t argue that fact, but he can’t let her face death alone. He just wishes that he had invisibility, some way of holding her hand at the end, some way of letting her know she wasn’t alone, never alone.
He finally gives into temptation, goes back to a time where she was still relatively innocent, before she’d ever encounter Sylar or Gabriel or whatever he wanted to call himself. She never gives the new agent a second glance. He leaves sweet notes and roses on her desk; she sniffs the rose for a second, then fries it with a light touch and jokes about her secret admirer. She’s not exactly like he’d expected, more like the girl he’d been told about, but he doesn’t care. He wonders what he’d have to do for her to fall in love with him.
Her father accidentally gives him good advice. Bob had been bemoaning the fact that she’d learned how to use his credit card online, and how he was going to have to work overtime on his alchemy to afford her shoe addiction. The next morning, instead of a rose, Elle finds a box of Manolos on her desk; she gasps when she spots a pair of shoes she’s never seen before, a style not to be released for three more years. She kisses him that day, and it’s one of the happiest moments of his life. She says she loves him, and he believes her. Bob doesn’t approve, but Elle just laughs; they talk about leaving, walking away from the company, but Elle can’t do it. Won’t do it.
The day comes when Bob gives her the assignment that Hiro knows will destroy her. He begs her not to take it, to let anyone else do it, but she just laughs, asking him “what’s the worst that could happen?”, and kisses him goodbye. When she comes home that night, he knows he’s lost her. He’d never stood a chance once she’d met Sylar.
He returns to his future, his world without her, heart broken but wiser. At least he knows now that she’d known love at some point in her life, that she knew that she wasn’t alone. He’s saved her, in some tiny way that matters most to him.
2. Isaac/Claire
“What’s this?” Claire holds up a filthy baggie by one plastic corner.
He looks over and blanches, wishing that she’d never insisted on cleaning up the apartment. “It’s nothing. Throw it in the garbage.”
Her eyes narrow, and he knows she doesn’t believe him. Instead of doing as he asked, she opens the bag and pulls out his heroin kit. “Isaac?”
She’s too innocent, too well protected to have a clue; he’s glad that he’d never told her all the dirty details of his life before her. “It’s nothing, Claire. Throw it out. A memento from before I met you.” His hands shake, and his knees almost give way as he thinks about how good it would be to just give in one last time.
He doesn’t like the way she looks at him, the way he’s shaking, the pleading look in his eyes, the tiny beads of sweat pooling on his forehead. She starts towards the kitchen, going to throw away the kit like he’d asked earlier, but he pounces before she can leave the room, pulling her to the floor with him and kissing her as if he can transfer one addiction to another.
~ ~ ~
Isaac knows he ought not do it. He knows that he’d spent too much time on rehabilitation, that Claire trusts him, that he’s got too many good things in his life to mess them up again like this. He just doesn’t care. Although it’s been years since the last time, his fingers don’t fumble in the tiniest bit as he taps on his arm, as he presses on the plunger. His head rolls back in pleasure as the heroin hits his system; it’s like welcoming back an old friend.
Claire comes home that night, carryout pizza in one hand and one of the tiny bags from Victoria’s Secret in the other, looking to surprise him. She gets the surprise instead when she finds that he’s painted over every surface in their apartment, including their wedding picture, when she finds him passed out on their couch, needle in one hand and paintbrush in the other.
~ ~ ~
“You can’t do this anymore!” She yells at him, and throws one of his brushes at him.
He ducks, then yells back. “You don’t have the right to tell me what to do!”
“I’m your wife, and you’re destroying yourself, destroying our marriage!”
“If you don’t like it, leave!” He doesn’t mean it, knows that it’s the addiction talking, but he can’t stop himself.
She freezes, then turns away slowly. He’s shocked when he realizes that she’d already packed her bags, that they’re waiting beside the door for her. He hadn’t realized that things had already gotten so bad that she’d been considering leaving before he’d yelled it at her. He wonders if he’ll ever see her again.
3. Peter/Eden
“Peter, pay attention to me.” Eden doesn’t put any of her newly-discovered power behind it, so she’s not surprised when he doesn’t look up from his books.
“In a minute, let me finish this chapter first. Test tomorrow, you know.”
Yes, she knows. She’d never realized that he’d take his classes so seriously, that he actually cared so much about nursing school. In a way, it’s kinda cute, but she’s bored and lonely and more than slightly horny. Her lips curl into a smile; let’s see him ignore this request. “Peter. Put down the book.”
He obeys immediately.
“Kiss me.”
She moans into his kiss, presses her body against his, wondering if she’d have to command him to take her to bed too. He responds, and before she can blink, he’s pushing her back towards the couch, hands already fumbling with the zipper on her jeans. “Love you, Peter.”
“Love you too, Eden.”
He’s too tentative in the way he touches her, the way he loves her. She loves her power, loves how she can make him obey. “Harder, Peter. Please.” She loves him so much.
~ ~ ~
He kisses her hair as he wraps his arms around her. There are days where he still can’t believe that she’s his, and this sleepy Sunday is one of them. He’d be content to stay in bed all day, but his stomach’s growling.
“Hungry, baby?” She giggles as it growls again.
“Yeah. Want to make me breakfast in bed?” He jokes, knowing that he’ll be the one to do it, but he adores her cooking.
“No.”
“Please?” He doesn’t know why he does it, why he says what he does, like he does. “Get your cute ass up, and make me some waffles.”
He’s shocked when she immediately hops out of bed and runs into the kitchen. Normally, he’d have to drag her out of her bed by her ankles. He fully expects her to come back and dump the contents of their coffee carafe over his head for being so demanding, but she comes back with a big plate of waffles and a blank look on her face. He could get used to this.
~ ~ ~
“Take out the trash.”
He complies but glares at her as he carries the garbage bag out of the apartment. When he gets back, he’s ready for her. Before she can compel him to do another chore on her honey-do list, he snaps at her. “Why don’t you clean the bathroom for once?”
Eden retorts before she can think, even as she gathers up the rubber gloves and cleaning solutions. “Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” Her eyes widen as soon as she says it. “No, ignore what I just said.”
Peter watches as she scrubs the toilet, wishing he’d never asked her to do something that he knows she hates. “Eden, we need to talk. Stop cleaning.”
Kneeling on the hard tile of the bathroom, she looks up at him, knowing what’s coming. “This isn’t working is it?”
“I love you, but we’re hurting each other.”
At that moment, she wishes that she didn’t have her powers, that Peter didn’t have his, that they’d never started this control game. “It’s been fun, Peter. If you want to go visit with your family, I’ll be gone by the time you get back.”
4. Mohinder/Candice
Mohinder knows something’s wrong as soon as he walks into their apartment building, knows by the glances he gets that Candice has done something yet again. Half of the looks are of pure curiosity, but the other half are full of disgust. The older woman on the elevator spits the word “pervert” at him even as the young twenty-something beside him reaches out and squeezes his butt. He jumps, and squeaks in protest.
By the time he gets to his door, he’s not sure if he even wants to know what she’s done. She meets him at the door, jumps into his arms, kissing him before he can ask.
Molly looks over at them from where she’s working on her homework, and gags theatrically. “Ewww, stop it. Gross.”
“Molly.” Mohinder’s tone is a warning, and she sighs as she gathers up her papers and moves into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
He waits until she’s safely in her room before he asks. “What now?”
“I got bored.” Candice kisses him again. “And you might have been spotted streaking through the building, completely butt naked. Possibly. Maybe. But it’s not like every one was at home during that time, so no more than fifty or sixty people saw that.”
“Candice!” He ought to be upset, but at least it sounded like she hadn’t done anything too bizarre this time.
“Oh, and if Matt or someone from the FBI calls, don’t be worried. It’s all a big misunderstanding.” She kisses him again.
He’s definitely worried now. “Candice?”
“What?” She’s immediately defensive, and walks away, heading into their kitchen to fuss about with supper.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing. Just went shopping. How much trouble can I get into shopping?”
He knows better. “How embarrassing is it going to be for me?”
Molly wanders out of her room, and Candice blushes. “I’ll tell you later.” She gestures towards Molly, and Mohinder knows whatever she’s done, it’s very bad if they can’t even talk about it in veiled terms.
~ ~ ~
Audrey cocks her head to the side as she stares at the photos one more time, then glances at the video surveillance tape again. She doesn’t understand why Sylar would come out of hiding just to visit an adult store in Brooklyn. She watches his interaction with the clerk one more time, wondering what in hell he was doing buying women’s lingerie, furry handcuffs, lube, bondage collar, and a pack of mint-flavored condoms. In a way, she really did not want to know. She looks at the collar one last time, this time noticing that the tag was engraved.
She looks over at the audio/visual tech that had been assigned to the case. “Can you enhance that image? What’s on that collar?”
The tech works for a few minutes, until they can clearly see the cursive “Mohinder” cut into the tag.
“Mohinder? How do I know that name?” Audrey knows that this is an important clue, and that it means something that’s escaping her. Why does she know that name? She makes a note to ask Parkman about it; maybe he’d remember. She’s positive that she’s heard the name Mohinder before.
5. Zack/Jackie
“I really shouldn’t be here.” Jackie whispers as he pushes her back on his bed.
Zach kisses her neck gently, careful not to leave any mark. “No one’s going to find out.”
No one’s ever treated her so tenderly before. “I need to go.” She doesn’t even attempt to get up, just pulls him even closer as she walks her fingers along the seams of his boxers.
“Don’t leave me.” He leans back, and starts to pull her shirt up.
She sits up and pulls the shirt completely off. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her fingers shake as she reaches out and pulls his boxers down.
“Do you really want me to stop?”
“No.” She really doesn’t.
~ ~ ~
“Where were you last night?” Claire asks her as they walk into school the next morning. “I called you like eight times, and you never answered - and you completely ignored my text messages.”
Jackie’s so busy trying not to blush as she comes up with a good lie that she doesn’t even realize that she’s about to run into Zach. He lets his hand linger on her waist just a second too long for comfort as he steadies her. She hopes no one notice her eyes glaze over with lust, the way she can’t help but pant slightly. If anyone were to notice her, they’d know in a second, and she can’t have that. “Get off of me, you freak!”
She can see the pain in his eyes for a second before he realizes the problem. “I wouldn’t touch you if you paid me, Jackie.”
“What, because you’re gay?” Maybe if she can convince the rest of the school that he’s not interested in girls, then no one would believe it even if they fooled around on the tables in the cafeteria. Not that she’d thought about that before, of course.
“No, because I don’t want to pick up something that not even penicillin and Clorox could cure.”
She knows that he’s not trying to be cruel, that he’s not bringing up her past in an attempt to hurt her, just to convince everyone else. She hopes that he won’t take her at her word when she glares at him and snaps “I hate you.”
“Love you too, bitch.”
She smiles, knowing that he’d meant every word. “Ditto, loser. Now get out of my way!”