When You Smile Chapter 2
Fandom : The Manchurian Candidate
Pairing : Raymond/Eleanor
Rating : PG-13 for this chapter, it will most likely go up later ;)
Warning : This story contains incest. If that freaks you out, turn away now. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer : None of these characters belong to me, just the plotline sadly :(
Eleanor paced back and forth in the VIP room, waiting for him to show. But of course, she understood why it was taking him so long. He was being swarmed, no doubt, by the press, asking about his policies and congratulating him on a great speech. Which it was. He really was living up to her expectations lately, taking her advice and showing the public how he had inherited her way with words.
She could have met him out in the house, could have watched him deliver it in person, but instead she chose to watch the live footage. She needed this time away from him, because if she had been in the same room as him she never would have been able to concentrate on his words. Politics would have gone right out the window and been replaced with teenage girl swooning, which is just ridiculously uncalled for, she thought.
A few other men were lingering around the room now, all important, all awaiting his return as well. One man, the senator of Alabama, walked over to where she stood near the coffee table and tried to engage her in conversation. "That's a fine boy you've got there, Senator"
The slightly older man picked up a cup and filled it with the hot dark liquid. "Thank you", she answered evasively, turning her attention to the door Raymond would be walking through at any minute.
"I really agreed with his position on the laborers' union. Do you two share the same views when it comes to business?", he asked taking another step in her direction.
She turned her attention back to him, a skeptical look on her face. "Mostly", she answered flatly, completely disinterested.
Just then, the door swung open, a few guards entered followed by Raymond, and throws of people after as well.
"Darling!", she called going to him, her arms held out for an embrace. He moved to her, a proud smile on his lips, as she grasped his face in her hands and placed a kiss on both cheeks. "You did wonderfully!"
He held her arms while she showered his cheeks. "Mother, mother", he attempted to pull her away, the grin still on his face. "Please, mother, not now", he laughed, hamming it up for all the company in the room. She backed away, beaming at him and wiped her lipstick off his face with the pad of her thumb. "I'm sorry, darling. I'm just so proud of you!"
She turned to face the crowd with him and his arm automatically went around her waist, his warm hand landing on the small of her back. The men in the room bombarded Raymond with questions and praise and Eleanor stayed silent, giving him his moment.
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Later that night, the two of them found themselves alone in Raymond's hotel suit. The familiarity of the room had them both feeling uneasy, but each for a different reason. Raymond didn't know how to get the moment back. He still wanted her, desperately. But Eleanor was busying herself with work. She had her briefcase open on the dining room table, papers scattered about. She sat, her pen continuously scribbling, her glasses perched on her nose.
Raymond sat on the sofa, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He had to lean back on the couch and tilt his head back to catch a glimpse of her, and he kept peeking at her, silently watching her, but she kept her focus on the sheets on the table, never noticing his lustful looks.
He hated to bother her when she was working, but their time together was short, for tomorrow they would be off their separate ways. She was due back home, work to be done there, and he was to continue his little tour of speeches alone.
"Mother, why don't you come relax for awhile. I know you must be tired", he called, holding his breath.
She didn't even look up. "I'm sorry, darling, but I've just got too much work to do here. I can rest on the flight home tomorrow"
He stood from the couch and walked into the small dining area. She looked up, finally, when he entered. "Well, I'd like to spend some time with you before you leave in the morning"
She caught the meaning of his words immediately. Sliding her glasses off and placing them gently on the table, she rounded the table to him. "Please don't do this. We both know it's not a good idea, Raymond"
His face fell, but he tried to convince her anyway. If only he could touch her, he knew she'd be putty in his hands. But that was the hard part, persuading her long enough to make his move because he would never force himself, not ever. But he didn't have time to think of the proper way to come on to his mother at ten at night and just the sight of her now had him weak with want. He cleared the distance between them and attempted to kiss her. It was in vain, though. She immediately put her arms up to his chest, keeping him a short distance away. "No, Raymond, no", she chided.
It sounded exactly like when she used to reprimand him as a child. But this didn't make him tuck his tail between his legs, like he would have as a young boy, feeling ashamed for having disappointing her. Now, he was angry. "Why the hell not?!", he exploded, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"Raymond, don't be mad at me.", she pleaded, trying to soothe him. Her motherly instinct had clicked in and she just had to see that he didn't stay upset. Not to mention the fact that it almost literally killed her to hear his anger or hurt directed at her.
"Well, I am mad! I don't see who it would be hurting to engage in this! You love me, I love you! What more do you need to convince you?", he asked, exasperated.
"It's not about convincing me, sweetheart. It isn't about us. It's about the public. We could never do this because we have others to consider. You should be dating someone your own age, finding a wife to settle down with."
Her suggestion disgusted him. "I don't want to find someone else! I want you!"
"Sweetheart, please, lower your voice", she put her finger to her lips to signal for him to shush, then pointed towards the door. "You know there are guards in the hall"
"No!", he rebuffed. "NO, I will not lower my voice! And quit calling me 'sweetheart', it's not exactly fitting when I want to fuck you for Christ's sake!", he threw his arms up, the emotion getting the best of him.
Eleanor's eyes widened at his brash declaration. "Raymond!", she yelled in a hush. "Stop this right now! I said "no" and that's final"
He stared her down, his face in a scowl of defiance.
"And how dare you talk to me like that?", she hissed. "I'm still your mother and I won't have you using that language around me!", she scolded before leaving the room. Raymond stayed frozen, listening to the sound of the bedroom door softly closing and a few minutes later, the shower hissing on.
No. It just wasn't fair. She knew exactly how she effected him and she expected him to just go about his business as if the dynamics between them hadn't completely changed? Why was she doing this? To preserve their careers? Okay, he could see her point of view on that subject, but they could be careful. They could be discreet if they really tried. He didn't see how they couldn't make it work and keep it a secret. They were politicians, weren't they? They made their living keeping secrets and lying if need be.
But, Eleanor was being Eleanor. Stubborn and completely desirable. She had always been this way. Raymond could remember arguments she had had with his father about his "secret trysts". Apparently, she believed that he had been cheating on her, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of divorce. Not in their profession. No way. She had made him suffer in other ways, he was sure, although Raymond was a bit too young to fully comprehend what was happening back then. And his father. His father had still managed to have a moderately successful career despite his ever thirsty sexual appetite.
Raymond supposed that was her problem. She didn't just want him to be moderately successful. She wanted him to be president, and she would do (or in this case, not do) anything that would jeopardize that for him.
So it was up to him to succeed, so that Eleanor would feel secure enough to engage in her feelings for him. That was his new mission.
Chapter 2. Why do I do all my writing at completely insane hours of the night?
Pairing : Raymond/Eleanor
Rating : PG-13 for this chapter, it will most likely go up later ;)
Warning : This story contains incest. If that freaks you out, turn away now. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer : None of these characters belong to me, just the plotline sadly :(
Eleanor paced back and forth in the VIP room, waiting for him to show. But of course, she understood why it was taking him so long. He was being swarmed, no doubt, by the press, asking about his policies and congratulating him on a great speech. Which it was. He really was living up to her expectations lately, taking her advice and showing the public how he had inherited her way with words.
She could have met him out in the house, could have watched him deliver it in person, but instead she chose to watch the live footage. She needed this time away from him, because if she had been in the same room as him she never would have been able to concentrate on his words. Politics would have gone right out the window and been replaced with teenage girl swooning, which is just ridiculously uncalled for, she thought.
A few other men were lingering around the room now, all important, all awaiting his return as well. One man, the senator of Alabama, walked over to where she stood near the coffee table and tried to engage her in conversation. "That's a fine boy you've got there, Senator"
The slightly older man picked up a cup and filled it with the hot dark liquid. "Thank you", she answered evasively, turning her attention to the door Raymond would be walking through at any minute.
"I really agreed with his position on the laborers' union. Do you two share the same views when it comes to business?", he asked taking another step in her direction.
She turned her attention back to him, a skeptical look on her face. "Mostly", she answered flatly, completely disinterested.
Just then, the door swung open, a few guards entered followed by Raymond, and throws of people after as well.
"Darling!", she called going to him, her arms held out for an embrace. He moved to her, a proud smile on his lips, as she grasped his face in her hands and placed a kiss on both cheeks. "You did wonderfully!"
He held her arms while she showered his cheeks. "Mother, mother", he attempted to pull her away, the grin still on his face. "Please, mother, not now", he laughed, hamming it up for all the company in the room. She backed away, beaming at him and wiped her lipstick off his face with the pad of her thumb. "I'm sorry, darling. I'm just so proud of you!"
She turned to face the crowd with him and his arm automatically went around her waist, his warm hand landing on the small of her back. The men in the room bombarded Raymond with questions and praise and Eleanor stayed silent, giving him his moment.
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Later that night, the two of them found themselves alone in Raymond's hotel suit. The familiarity of the room had them both feeling uneasy, but each for a different reason. Raymond didn't know how to get the moment back. He still wanted her, desperately. But Eleanor was busying herself with work. She had her briefcase open on the dining room table, papers scattered about. She sat, her pen continuously scribbling, her glasses perched on her nose.
Raymond sat on the sofa, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He had to lean back on the couch and tilt his head back to catch a glimpse of her, and he kept peeking at her, silently watching her, but she kept her focus on the sheets on the table, never noticing his lustful looks.
He hated to bother her when she was working, but their time together was short, for tomorrow they would be off their separate ways. She was due back home, work to be done there, and he was to continue his little tour of speeches alone.
"Mother, why don't you come relax for awhile. I know you must be tired", he called, holding his breath.
She didn't even look up. "I'm sorry, darling, but I've just got too much work to do here. I can rest on the flight home tomorrow"
He stood from the couch and walked into the small dining area. She looked up, finally, when he entered. "Well, I'd like to spend some time with you before you leave in the morning"
She caught the meaning of his words immediately. Sliding her glasses off and placing them gently on the table, she rounded the table to him. "Please don't do this. We both know it's not a good idea, Raymond"
His face fell, but he tried to convince her anyway. If only he could touch her, he knew she'd be putty in his hands. But that was the hard part, persuading her long enough to make his move because he would never force himself, not ever. But he didn't have time to think of the proper way to come on to his mother at ten at night and just the sight of her now had him weak with want. He cleared the distance between them and attempted to kiss her. It was in vain, though. She immediately put her arms up to his chest, keeping him a short distance away. "No, Raymond, no", she chided.
It sounded exactly like when she used to reprimand him as a child. But this didn't make him tuck his tail between his legs, like he would have as a young boy, feeling ashamed for having disappointing her. Now, he was angry. "Why the hell not?!", he exploded, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"Raymond, don't be mad at me.", she pleaded, trying to soothe him. Her motherly instinct had clicked in and she just had to see that he didn't stay upset. Not to mention the fact that it almost literally killed her to hear his anger or hurt directed at her.
"Well, I am mad! I don't see who it would be hurting to engage in this! You love me, I love you! What more do you need to convince you?", he asked, exasperated.
"It's not about convincing me, sweetheart. It isn't about us. It's about the public. We could never do this because we have others to consider. You should be dating someone your own age, finding a wife to settle down with."
Her suggestion disgusted him. "I don't want to find someone else! I want you!"
"Sweetheart, please, lower your voice", she put her finger to her lips to signal for him to shush, then pointed towards the door. "You know there are guards in the hall"
"No!", he rebuffed. "NO, I will not lower my voice! And quit calling me 'sweetheart', it's not exactly fitting when I want to fuck you for Christ's sake!", he threw his arms up, the emotion getting the best of him.
Eleanor's eyes widened at his brash declaration. "Raymond!", she yelled in a hush. "Stop this right now! I said "no" and that's final"
He stared her down, his face in a scowl of defiance.
"And how dare you talk to me like that?", she hissed. "I'm still your mother and I won't have you using that language around me!", she scolded before leaving the room. Raymond stayed frozen, listening to the sound of the bedroom door softly closing and a few minutes later, the shower hissing on.
No. It just wasn't fair. She knew exactly how she effected him and she expected him to just go about his business as if the dynamics between them hadn't completely changed? Why was she doing this? To preserve their careers? Okay, he could see her point of view on that subject, but they could be careful. They could be discreet if they really tried. He didn't see how they couldn't make it work and keep it a secret. They were politicians, weren't they? They made their living keeping secrets and lying if need be.
But, Eleanor was being Eleanor. Stubborn and completely desirable. She had always been this way. Raymond could remember arguments she had had with his father about his "secret trysts". Apparently, she believed that he had been cheating on her, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of divorce. Not in their profession. No way. She had made him suffer in other ways, he was sure, although Raymond was a bit too young to fully comprehend what was happening back then. And his father. His father had still managed to have a moderately successful career despite his ever thirsty sexual appetite.
Raymond supposed that was her problem. She didn't just want him to be moderately successful. She wanted him to be president, and she would do (or in this case, not do) anything that would jeopardize that for him.
So it was up to him to succeed, so that Eleanor would feel secure enough to engage in her feelings for him. That was his new mission.
Chapter 2. Why do I do all my writing at completely insane hours of the night?