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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 4, 2010 18:20:19 GMT -5
before alyssa could stop herself a whimper left her lips as her eyes began to water as demi demanded 'what the hell she was doing'. she couldn't help it. it had taken a lot of courage ( plus alcohol ) to come over here and touch him like she was. she was even on her knees in the foot well. clearly showing submission. yet, here he was yelling at her. she knew she shouldn't have given into her heart wrenching crush. this is what she got when she even tried a little bit to give in to who she really was. she got hurt, and hurt badly. she had almost gotten his zipper undone as well. almost. if she had just managed to get her lips around him before he noticed alyssa was so sure he wouldn't have stopped her. she knew she didn't have a chance with a hot shot like demi but he didn't have to be so damn cruel making that point absolutely clear.
"nothing. i was doing nothing."
she whispered before yanking her wrists from his grip. alyssa knew he would just assume she was doing something stupid because she was drunk. its what they all did. they never took one second to see why she drank or why she was an alcoholic. it didn't matter anyway because she didn't matter. alyssa had known that long enough by now for it to not even have a doubt. she rubbed her wrists before crawling over to her foot well. at that point the taxi came to a halt, which was just in time. alyssa jumped out of the taxi, grabbed her luggage and hauled it up into her 'room', not speaking or looking at demi once. then she returned to the taxi, grabbed her bottle of vodka, and walked down the street. alyssa was looking for somewhere, anywhere, there would be men so she could have so much sex that it would numb her entire body. especially her aching heart.
to her luck, whether it was good or bad, alyssa came upon a group of men at the park opposite the townhouse demi owned. there was about five of them, and with very little encouragement they all took off their clothes. within seconds an orgy began, with alyssa in the center of course. there were so many hands and bodies that alyssa could barely tell what man was doing what. it didn't matter to her though. as long as they serviced her, and it was loud. very loud. she wanted demi to hear. she wanted the noise to drive him insane. she wanted the noise to break his heart as he had broke hers. he deserved it too. there was no doubt about that in alyssa's mind. it seemed like hours later before the orgy in the park dispersed. grabbing her clothes alyssa walked back to the townhouse naked, empty vodka bottle in hand, and walked inside. she shut the door behind her and headed up to her room trying her best to avoid demi as much as possible.
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 4, 2010 21:52:18 GMT -5
He. Was. So. Confused. A throbbing headache pounded at his temples and all he could do was just stare at her. Between his legs. On her knees. God he wanted her. But not like that. Not drunk. It would feel too much like rape, too much like he was taking advantage of her. He couldn't do it.
Seeing the hurt on her face cut him to the bone but what could he do about it? Sure he rejected her but she'd rejected him so many times. And they'd only just met! He had NO idea what was going on but he didn't like it. He wasn't in control. And if he was anything, Demi was a control freak, especially in relationships. In this one, he had no idea who had the upper hand.
As they pulled up to the townhouse, Demi couldn't get that look out of his mind. He was putting his clothes away when he heard the door slam. Looking out the window, he watched Aly walk across the street where a group of men were. He didn't have to watch further, he knew what was going to happen. He turned away, ignoring the anger and hurt inside him and finished unpacking.
By the time he was done that, it was time for dinner. Demi fancied himself a bit of a cook, so he decided to whip up something with the food he had stocked in the fridge. He made some chicken stir fry and was just serving himself some when he heard the door open.
As much as he tried to resist, he peeked his head out of the door anyway. Just in time to watch the most perfect ass he'd ever seen climb up the stairs. He wanted to look away, but he just... couldn't.
"Dinner's ready," he forced out as the ass disappeared. "Put some clothes on and we'll eat. Together." There was no way he was letting that ass out of his sight again.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 5, 2010 8:02:48 GMT -5
dinner? was he insane? as if she'd want to have dinner with him right now. alyssa didn't bother to reply. instead she went straight up to her bedroom and sat down on her bed. she still felt angry, which stemmed from her hurt, and she wasn't sure what to do. obviously, alyssa had to eat. she was human after all. still, she was tempted to order a chinese and have demi pay for it. despite everyone elses beliefs though, alyssa couldn't ever be that cruel. she knew it would hurt demi, more then she'd ever want to contemplate, and so reluctantly she knew she would have to go to dinner. either that or stay in her bedroom. she had a feeling though that demi would come up to her room if she stayed up here though. sighing with reluctance she got up and opened up her suitcase.
her previous clothing she tossed onto the floor in a corner and then dropped the empty bottle onto the bed. alyssa was tempted to put a scarf on and go downstairs in nothing else. she really wanted to show demi exactly what he was missing, but then again she couldn't show the large passionate heart she did possess. against her better judgement though she fished out a little black dress. it had a plunging v neck that went all the way down to her belly button, it was backless, with a halter neck, and the dress dipped down to her bottom, and ended mid-thigh. alyssa didn't put on any lingerie, however she did put on a pair of black strappy heels. with her outfit decided she then ran a brush through her hair before checking herself in the mirror. she decided not to wear any lingerie to thoroughly tease demi. alyssa didn't expect to have sex with demi any time soon or ever in her lifetime. she felt that he had made it clear to her that he didn't want her in any kind of way.
after a deep breath alyssa went down the stairs, checking what was remaining of her make-up in a mirror she passed by, before strolling into the kitchen. alyssa had decided she would say little, if nothing, to demi and not pay him any attention. that way it would torment demi even more. he deserved to be in pain for life for hurting her and making her heart ache. she had worked for years through alcoholism to make the pain in her heart stop. then came along demi, who waked up her heart, made it appear she had a shot, and then broke it so it hurt ten times as bad. picking up the fork she stabbed at the chicken stirfry, occassionally tossing some bits into her mouth for about a minute or two before she decided she needed some alcohol. food never went down as easily as it did with alcohol. getting up she opened up the fridge, found a bottle of white wine, and then sat back down. she opened the bottle, with amazing skill by her own bare hands, and downed a mouthful. from that point she took a swig of wine, a bite of food, and alternated like that until the food was gone and the wine was gone.
one foster home had tried using tons of food to sober her up. alyssa had soon popped that plan of theirs. she just drank twice as much as they fed her. in the end they gave up.
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 5, 2010 17:03:29 GMT -5
Demi didn't hear anything from upstairs for a while, so he figured Aly wasn't coming down. Well, that was just fine with him. Anger rolled in his chest but he refused to let it surface. No. He didn't care. He didn't want to care. Caring about her, in any form, wasn't going to help him get her sober and sane... although that seemed pretty impossible.
Standing from the table, Demi went to the locked cabinet at the side of the room. He used his key- the only one there was- to open it. Inside was his stash of alcohol. No one knew about it except him. And he'd keep it that way. The last thing he needed was Aly to figure out where it was. He kept a bottle of wine in the fridge because really, he couldn't expect her to quit cold-turkey. In this cabinet though, he kept the hard liquor. Vodka on one shelf, whiskey on the other, not to mention a few other high-alcohol drinks.
Selecting an expensive vodka, he got the biggest mug he could find and filled it to the brim. He'd just sat down again when Aly walked into the room. Looking like a goddess. He had to force himself not to stare at her. But God, it was so hard! (not to mention something else that was getting hard) She looked stunning, if not exactly chaste.
He didn't speak, afraid that if he did, he'd blurt out something stupid. Like, "I love you" or "You look so beautiful" or "Let's do it right on the table". But as he watched her eat and drink (coincidentally, the wine from the fridge) he couldn't help glancing every now and then. Would it really be so bad, he wondered, if he gave in just this once? Maybe it was the vodka, but he couldn't get the thought out of his head. He was throughly drunk anyway, he could use that as his excuse.
Standing, he put his plate in the sink, finishing off the last of his drink. Deciding that it was now or never, he made like he was going to leave the room, but he stopped behind her. Pushing the hair away from his neck, he kissed the side of it. "You look so beautiful," he murmured.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 5, 2010 17:29:19 GMT -5
alyssa had noticed the locked cabinet ( well unlocked since demi had opened ) at the side of the room. she could also smell there was alcohol inside it. she kept this information stored for later. when he got up she thought this would be her chance. she just assumed he was going to leave. as he went past her she was about to get up only to feel him touch her. after him grabbing her wrists in the taxi she instinctively tensed up, concerned ( a nice way to put it ) that demi would hurt her, but then she felt him brush her hair away and kissed her neck. she relaxed, only a frown appeared on her face as she heard his slurred words. he was drunk. he hadn't been drunk on the plane when he kissed her but as far as alyssa knew he had only done that to get into her head so he could control her. not because he liked her. so, she could only assume the alcohol was effecting his decisions in a bad way.
after all people did stupid things when they were drunk. things they wouldn't do sober. he, like so many men, could just be horny from the alcohol and not like her in the way he was implying by kissing her neck and saying she was beautiful. she knew he didn't think she was beautiful. yet, his touch and words had made her heart flutter and jump into her throat. alyssa didn't know what to do. her heart told her to take advantage. it might be the only time she felt him make love to her - and felt anyone making love to her. yet, the other half told her not to do it. it wouldn't mean anything to him and he would just leave whilst she slept anyway. against her better judgement she turned around to face him. why did he have to be so god damn attractive? she bit her bottom lip for a moment before standing up.
"you really think so? what else do you like about me?"
she asked softly, for once in her entire life letting her real self show. alyssa felt safer doing this since he was drunk. he probably couldn't handle his liqour, so, she needed to get as much good things out of him now before he threw up sooner or later tonight. no one could blame her, to be quite honest, for asking for compliments from a drunk man that happened to be her crush. it was only natural. entwining her fingers with his she smiled softly at him before tugging on his hand. then, alyssa led him ( hopefully ) up to her bedroom, before shutting the door. deep down, she did secretly hope that he stayed the entire night. maybe he'd even be there in the morning, with her in his arms, and say 'morning love, sleep well?'. who knows, tonight could be the start of them being lovers. maybe they'd even make love again in the morning when he was sober and they had both woken up. at least, that was what alyssa hoped as she sat down on her bed and encouraged demi to do so too.
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 5, 2010 20:28:17 GMT -5
"I like your eyes," he slurred, focusing on her face. Everything behind her was just a bit blurry, so he focused on her. That's really all he wanted to focus on anyway. "They're so pretty. And your hair's so soft. And I like it when you look all ."
He kissed her cheeks softly, loving the feeling of her soft skin. Demi always became so gently whenever he was drunk. It was nice, for Aly especially. She deserved more then all those other guys who just used her and left her. He wouldn't do that to her. He decided to stop repressing his feelings, letting them all fly free. It was probably the alcohol that made him this way, but Demi couldn't help it.
"Aly, Aly, Aly," he chanted, burying his face in her hair, breathing in her scent. She smelled like alcohol, but so did he.
She grabbed his hand and took him upstairs, and all Demi could do was blindly follow her. He was beginning to think that wherever she wanted to go, he'd go. It seemed like the beginning of a... crush. He had no idea how this would turn out in the morning, but he resolved to enjoy the moment, the here and now.
Climbing onto her bed, her wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek, trailing little kisses all the way to her mouth. "You drove me crazy at dinner, wearing that dress," Demi said between kisses. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto the bed, tucking her into his side.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 6, 2010 9:25:56 GMT -5
he was definately drunk. yet, alyssa couldn't find it in her to tell him to go to bed and get sober. she didn't want him to go. she wanted him to stay, maybe tell her he loved her, and then make love to her. she wanted him to be there when she woke up so they could snuggle. she bit her lip, closing her eyes, and letting out a deep sigh as he made a path of kisses down her jaw to her mouth. his arms were wrapped tightly around her, pressing her body to his as he held her protectively. every touch, every word, it was all driving her insane. it was exactly what she longed for in the pit of her heart but he was drunk. he didn't mean what he was saying. he didn't want to touch her like he was. he had made that so clear when he was sober. it was a miracle drunk he knew her name. most men didn't. she leaned into this touch, unable to help herself around demi at that moment.
"your driving me crazy now demi... tell me you love me..."
she spoke softly, her voice growing a little weaker at the end since she did feel a little uncertain saying that even with him as drunk as he was. swallowing deeply, she then took a deep breath before standing up and turning herself to face him.
"tell me you love me demi."
alyssa repeated, a little louder, as she slid the dress up her toned thighs, past her hips, past her shoulders, and then discarded it on the floor so she was naked before him in just a pair of black strappy heels. biting her lip, she couldn't help but smile at him, before she straddled his lap. she then began working on his shirt, undoing the buttons, before tossing it aside. then, she got down onto the floor, on her knees, and took off his trousers and boxers, until he was naked too. then she looked over at him as she sat back down on her bed.
"make love to me. before the alcohol goes away and you leave me..."
she whispered into his ear, forcing her voice not to break. even if demi didn't physically leave her bed in the morning alyssa knew this demi that was before her now would be gone, and in his place would be the demi that made her feel as disgusting to him as the plague.
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 6, 2010 20:09:07 GMT -5
"I love you," he whispered, not sure she could hear him. As soon as he said it something just felt so completely... right. He visibly relaxed, sinking back onto the bed. Demi didn't feel so drunk anymore. In fact, everything became clearer, like he was seeing the world for the first time. Either he was seriously drunk or he actually meant those words. It was so strange- he'd just met Alyssa and already he loved her? He didn't know if it were really true, but he thought that maybe, it could grow into love.
Oh yeah, it could definitely turn into love, he decided as the dress fell to the floor. Demitrius sat up straight, a crooked grin on his face. He was one lucky guy. Those high heels drove him crazy- he hoped she'd keep those on through the whole thing. Except maybe the sleeping, that could be painful.
She started to undress him and Demi's hands fumbled over the buttons along with hers. After a while, he decided that he was still too drunk to help much. He sat back and let her do it, watching with hooded eyes. As she sat on the bed, he wrapped an arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck, drawing her closer.
"I will never leave you," he murmured, placing kisses down her neck, moving toward her chest. He placed his head over her heart an smiled at her. "My Aly," he whispered.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 7, 2010 5:25:13 GMT -5
aly couldn't help but smile as he said he loved her. sure, he was drunk, and he probably didn't mean it, but, he had actually said it! it was the best she knew she was ever going to get from him sober or drunk, so, she was definately going to accept it. she felt almost compelled to tell him she loved him too but she couldn't. she was assuming a lot of things on demi not remembering anything that happened when he got sober, but if he did remember everything... he'd remember her saying she loved him if she said it, and well, that kind of vunerability was too much for her. especially when she knew sober demi would break her heart when he woke up. he had already done that once today, and she really didn't want to feel that again in twenty four hours, or in ever in her life, really.
his motor skills didn't seem to be affected by the alcohol. he was kissing her really well, in all the places she assumed he intended on kissing her. hopefully he would be alright to make love to her. she really hoped he didn't throw up on her mid-sex. that really was a downer when that happened. she moaned softly as he kissed down her neck heading for her breasts. he didn't get to her breasts because then he pressed his head against the place where her heart would be. just above her left breast. she felt her heart flutter as he called her 'my aly'. his aly. god, she loved that. she loved that more then she ever wanted to admit to herself. he had promised never to leave her but deep down, with a sinking feeling, aly knew better. he could promise her the world right now, drunk, but when he got sober nothing he had said or did drunk would hold any merit. he would most likely consider this a hideous mistake. that she was a disgusting whore of a siren that had taken advantage of him. at least, that was what alyssa expected. the sober demi she knew would be likely to do those things.
"i hope every word you've said still stands when you get sober demi... i really do."
she whispered softly into his ear. alyssa then cupped his hips, laid down on the bed, and encouraged him on top of her. he was so sexy. she felt her heart leap at the sight of him. if this wasn't a real, but a dream, she never ever wanted to wake up. she'd rather stay in a coma. leaning upwards she pressed her lips to his and kissed him passionately. if things went as she hoped, they would soon be making love on her bed. he would hear a chorus of moans from her lips as their bodies entwined, sweating, and glowing during the glorious business of making love. they would have forgot protection, but then again, if you were alyssa and demi had said he loved you, wouldn't you forget protection? of course this fatal error would produce something neither would ever expect. the night would fade, alyssa would fall asleep, and soon, the morning would come. the sunlight would creep through the window, stirring alyssa as she laid curled up on the bed. she stretched an arm out to find demi.
"demi..."
she purred softly.
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 7, 2010 17:12:43 GMT -5
"Of course it will," he whispered right back in her ear as she pulled him above her. "I love you..."
Demi was still feeling quite tipsy, but for the most part the alcohol seemed to be out of his system. And he was pretty thankful for that. He wanted to remember as much of this as he could. He wished he hadn't drunken quite as much, but he couldn't regret the decision. That was how all this had happened, how he'd come to recognize his feelings, even if they were sudden.
She kissed him and then it all spun away. The world forgotten for a brief lapse in time. The feeling of utter completeness, that everything was right was on him the whole time. Maybe that was why he forgot protection but he couldn't honestly say. He was caught up in her, caught up in her moans and her kisses and every little action she did.
Finally, when it was all over, he wrapped her in his arms, holding her close as they fell into oblivion until the sun woke them up the next morning. Actually, the sun woke Aly up the next morning. He woke up to her saying his name.
Eyes still closed, he reached out to find her. Drawing her closer, he moaned sleepily, burying his face in her neck. "Morning," he murmured into her skin, his voice deep from sleep.
The feeling of utter relaxation was upon him and if he thought back, he could remember almost everything that happened. He didn't remember the trip up here but he remembered all the important parts.
"I feel like making pancakes," he said as he pressed a kiss to her neck.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 7, 2010 17:28:23 GMT -5
he was actually there! she could feel his body beneath her arm, and his arm around her body to keep her close. aly had been so sure he wouldn't be there. that he would have snuck off to go to his own bedroom before she had even woken up. was he still drunk? aly couldn't help but ask herself that question. why else would he still be in her bed? she didn't quite understand. she didn't want to open her eyes. she felt him there, and she had heard his voice, but what if this was all just a dream, or he had left a life like doll replica of him in his place with a tap of his voice? okay, so that was definately an out there theory, but never had ever aly considered realistically that he would still be in her bed in the morning. against her better judgement she opened her piercing blue eyes, and sure enough there was demi. he had his eyes closed still. maybe he was still drunk. she sighed a little, feeling her heart sink at that. still, what could she honestly expect? it wasn't as if she was a virginal catholic schoolgirl.
hearing him moan and feeling him bury his face into her neck she closed her eyes tightly in a bid to stop herself from crying. god, she really did wish he was sober right now and did mean it when he had said he loved her. god, she needed alcohol! she couldn't cry now. couldn't show weakness. already aly was trying to figure out if she had any more alcohol in her luggage. she needed a drink, and fast, before she ended up weeping and confessing everything in demi's arms. unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your view, demi then took everything to the next level by mentioning he fancied making pancakes. sure, to him, that was probably nothing. however, to aly, it appeared like it was something a lover did. well, lovers did. did he mean make breakfast for her? or just for him? if it was just him then he definately saw this as a one time thing and was just trying to let her down gently. if it was for her, maybe, just maybe, he did want to date her. aly felt so pathetic, confused, and emotional right then that all she knew what to do was to have alcohol.
"h-how about we have some champagne with the pancakes?"
aly asked softly, trying not to set him off, as well as trying not to reveal any emotion, and of course trying to get the alcohol she so desperately needed. feeling demi place a kiss to her neck she shivered in pleasure at the touch. to her it felt like she was scarily close to sober and she really didn't like it. gingerly, she placed her hands on his powerful chest, trying so hard not to do anything wrong at that moment. aly knew one wrong thing and she could loose this closeness forever, and she feared that. more then demi would probably ever know. a part of her felt slightly bad she hadn't told him she loved him, but she did feel that way. aly was just so used to protecting herself that she did it instinctively now. it would probably take a hell of a lot for her to open up to anyone. then again, if aly was going to open up to anyone it would be demi.
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 8, 2010 8:44:00 GMT -5
He chuckled. "It's a little early to be drinking, don't you think?"
Slowly he opened his eyes. Demi placed one more kiss to her neck before propping himself up on an elbow. He looked down at her and a contented smile crossed his face. Not resisting the urge, he leaned down to give her a proper kiss.
Demitrius pulled away with a groan, knowing he had to get up or else they'd spend the whole day in bed. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but they'd only just arrived her and needed to get settled- in both the house and the city.
He rolled off the bed and dropped to the floor, like he always did when he woke up. It was a habit, but he had no idea how he'd come to acquire it. Standing, he ran a hand through his messy hair and over his eye, rubbing off some of the dust that collected there when he was sleeping.
"Come on love," he said, practically bouncing in place. "Let's make pancakes."
One of Demi's greatest loves was pancakes. He had no idea why, he just loved making them and eating them... everything about them.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 8, 2010 11:14:14 GMT -5
"not really. i never stop drinking, and honestly, unless you want to see me shaking in a corner in floods of tears unconsoleable, then you won't mind me having some alcohol. something strong. please..."
aly never said please, which showed how much she needed alcohol. that, and she was already regretting say so much about how she would be sober. it had to be said though. she needed alcohol, and she had a feeling he would give it to her rather then have to watch her in tears. feeling him press a kiss to her neck aly couldn't help but sigh softly. she closed her eyes, only to open them and look up at demi as he propped himself up on one elbow. he was just staring at her, and that look alone was making her heart do somersaults. just a look and he made her weak. that was definately new. god, she felt like she was going to cry. aly was beginning to wish she had packed more alcohol into her luggage. it had been so niave of her to think before she met demi, that a young man would be stocked with alcohol. before aly could beat herself up mentally anymore she felt demi's lips against her own.
she moaned deeply into the kiss, unable to stop her right hand going up to cup his cheek as she kissed him back. demi had actually kissed her sober! and with feeling too. if i don't get alcohol soon i am going to burst into tears. aly thought, finding it so incredibly hard to reign in all her emotions. aly watched demi as he got out of bed, noticing he was naked, and then noticing the key to the cabinet downstairs on the floor beneath his shirt. maybe luck was going her way today. aly slid over to what had been demi's side of her bed, before swinging her legs off the bed. she leant over and grabbed the key whilst he was bouncing, trying her best to be sly and subtle. aly couldn't help but smile though as he called her love. maybe she was dreaming. she had the key to the alcohol cabinet and demi was treating her like his girlfriend all in one morning. that definately screamed dream and not reality to her.
"pancakes it is."
she spoke softly, before getting up. aly walked over to demi and entwined her fingers with his. she kept the key hidden in her other hand, tugging on his hand as she led him out of her bedroom. aly didn't see any need to put clothing on at this point. after all they were alone in his house and had just made love. clothes definately weren't needed, and as long as she got alcohol into her system soon aly wouldn't be shy either.
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 8, 2010 17:15:18 GMT -5
The thought of Alyssa crying made Demi sick to his stomach. His girl would never be allowed to cry. He'd kill whoever made her cry, even if that person was himself. The idea that tears would roll down those cheeks, from those lakes of eyes made him want to break down himself. The fact was, Demi never cried. Not when he broke his arm in the third grade, not when his father died and certainly not now, when it was just a mere thought. Who would have guessed that tough Demitrius Suarez would be almost bawling at the thought of this girl getting hurt?
It was scary how much he'd come to care about her in just a day. He couldn't think it was wrong though, not when it felt so good. All that could describe it was just rightness. So completely right. But... what if she didn't feel the same way? That crossed his mind for the first time as she rolled out of bed too. What if she were just using him for sex and alcohol? Sure, other girls had done that too but he hadn't loved them. Not like he loved Aly.
She intertwined their fingers and pulled him out the door, but Demi's mind was somewhere else. He felt a strange hurt in his chest, something he hadn't felt before. The went downstairs, naked, but that didn't even matter. They'd made love, and it wasn't in him to be shy anyway. The clothes they wore had been left on the floor upstairs, along with the key to his alcohol cabinet that he'd forgotten about. Maybe he should go get that... but the hunger gnawing at his stomach refused to let him, insisting that it needed pancakes.
Still, he pulled her to a stop just at the bottom of the stairs. He had to ask the question that had been going around his mind- did she love him? Demi had to know the answer. He loved her, almost worshiped the ground she walked on. He forced himself to keep his face calm as he swallowed his pride. "Aly," Demi said, hearing the shake in just her name. "Do you... do you love me?" The words were whispered, but everything else was silent. Surely she could hear him. Hopefully she could hear him.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 8, 2010 19:24:17 GMT -5
just as alyssa thought she was going to get into the kitchen demi stopped her. she frowned briefly, looking up at him as he turned to face her. within seconds he had asked her something she hadn't expected. did she love him? that was a stupid question! of course she loved him. she was head over heels in love with him. however, to physically say it to him... aly wasn't sure she could. tears came to the corners of her eyes and she bit her bottom lip as she glanced down at her feet. if she said she loved him she knew a whole lot more would probably come out. alyssa had never had to say anything about how she felt before. at least, not after she was seperated from harvey. ever since then she had kept everything bottled up. that, and she drowned every single feeling she ever felt into alcohol. running a hand through her ebony hair she then finally spoke.
"i... i... i do lo-love you... i do. now please, lets open some vodka or whiskey or something. i can't keep it together much longer... i... i started drinking when the bad things happened, and haven't ever let myself stop in fear i'd actually have to face w-what happened and my feelings and... please... please, i just need alcohol. i can't... i can't f-face it... p-please..."
alyssa finally responded, already hating herself for saying so much. however what she did next, she hated even more for doing it. aly revealed his key to the alcohol cabinet and placed it into his hand. if he didn't get her some alcohol then he was condemming her to be a sobbing wreck, and well, sober, aly could actually be very shy and nervous around guys. especially when she was naked. even her body language was starting to change which meant the lack of alcohol in her system was seriously starting to affect her. she had to have a drink. something very strong. she gripped demi's shoulders in fears of collapsing on her own. she was asking for his help. the first time she had ever actually asked for help. she felt so desperate. much longer and she knew she'd end up curled up on the floor in some corner. this was not the very best way to start her morning, in love, with the man of her dreams.
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