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She's a good girl...; James/OFC 1988.
Topic Started: Aug 28 2011, 06:43 AM (1,373 Views)
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I just... I don't know what to say anymore.

I BOW TO THEE, OLYA, THE MASTER OF JAMES!!!!

And, let me point out a few things:

Isn't it just perfect that the nameless girl's eyes are brown and reddened as opposed to clear and blue of we all know who?
Isn't it meaningful that her hair leaves a sticky residue on his hands, that her lipstick leaves smears and smudges, that she stinks in the end, that it is all dirty and that he cannot proceed with it, not even with booze?
Isn't it beautiful that once he gets her out of the car and just as he started realizing something about himself it starts raining, perhaps he will go out and let himself be washed until clean?

And isn't the phrase "completely diminished member" just the best and funniest phrase ever?

Come on James, you're getting there...

This fic is just precious, a happy pill! :heart:
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Thanks Kimmi and Bo!!!
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(Continue of James POV)



I sighed and looked at the rain behind my window, big drops bubbling on the pavement. Maybe I should just go home, get another drink, sleep it over, and it'll all be back to normal in the morning. I turned the key in the ignition and the radio came alive.

-She's got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain. I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain-

My foot let go of the clutch, eyes turned to the side of the road. It's just a stupid bracelet, she'll get another one. Forget her. I quickly turned the channel.

-There's no where to run. No one can save me, the damage is done! Shot through the heart, and you're to blame, you give love-

Fuck! All right... Get back in the bar, find that slut and take her home. She'll make you forget. I turned the knob all the way to the left and the voice of Robert Plant answered.

-I don't know, but I've been told, a big legged woman ain't got no soul.-

I don't need a soul, I need a skillful mouth. The image of red smudged lips floated in my mind, reminding me of my repulsion. Fuck... not that one, there are more girls there, less dirty. Less dirty my ass... Blue eyes floated over my windshield, rain drops spilled over them like tears. Fuck this shit! Get outta my mind! I turned the knob with anger.

-She leads me through moonlight, only to burn me with the sun. She's taken my heart, but she doesn't know what she's done-

“Fuck!” My fingers skipped over a few channels and as soon as I stopped, the next song invaded my car.

-Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run away and desert you. Never gonna make you cry, never gonna-

“Fucking hell...” My hand gripped at the radio switch, going through the channels one by one.

-I don't know why, I wish I didn't feel so strong about you, like happiness and love revolve around you-

Turn.

-I'm alone.Yeah, I don't know if I can face the night. I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do is for you-

Turn.

-Little things I should've said and done, I never took the time. You were always on my mind, you were always on my mind-

“Shut the fuck up! All of you!” My fingers turned white, rolling the knob and Lemmy's voice screamed.

-You're out there on your own, your face turned to stone. Whatever happened to your life? Stone Dead Forever. That's right!-

“Fuck!” I hit the steering wheel, yanked the keys out of the ignition, and kicked the door open, coming out into the pouring rain.

I'll just return it to her and that's it. If I don't she'll remember where she lost it and will pop up into my life once again. I don't want that, I want her out of my life, out of my mind, I want my life back, my anger filled badass life. I want to screw whoever I want, wherever I want, and I don't want ever to think of blue fucking eyes. Find it, return it, and that's it. Cold drops soaked my clothes, but I ignored the chills, walking in the direction I threw Izzy's bracelet.

The dark street was barely lit by one lonely streetlight, water covered the road, and I moved my foot, pushing away dead leaves and trash, turning the water murky. Shit... I bent down, looking closely, and stepped over the middle line on the road. The head lights of an oncoming car lit the water and I stepped back, letting the car pass. A fountain of a nasty mix of car oil, gasoline, and dirty water splashed from under the tires out of the dirt filled pot hole, covering me from head to toe.

“Fuck you, asshole!” I raised my hand, flipping off the driver.

I wiped my face with my sleeve and looked down at my clothes. Fucking perfect! Son of a-- something sparkled on my foot and I smirked to myself. Thanks, asshole. There it was, Izzy's bracelet right on top of my boot. I picked it up and cleaned it with the bottom of my shirt, the writing on the underside caught my attention and I quickly returned to my car, turning the light on to read the engraved words.

...Clear, clean and peaceful sky... clean... pure... crystal blue... safe... warm... Not what I'm used to... so different... so... The words stumbled over each other in my mind and slowly formed into new lyrics. So low the sky is all I see... All I want from you is forgive me.. so you bring this poor dog in from the rain... though he just wants right back out again...

I'll just return the bracelet, look into her eyes one last time and leave... nothing more. A moment with her in my arms burned through my mind, making me breathe as a wave of warmth ran through my veins. I do want her... more that anything, want to know... how it feels to touch something so clean...

I dropped against the seat, slowly turned my car, and followed the dark empty streets to Interstate 880, while radio came back and bellowed.

-I'm on the hunt, I'm after you. Mouth is alive with juices like wine, and I'm hungry like the wolf!-

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(Izzy's POV)



Another spoon of ice cream slowly dissolved in my mouth and another tear slid down my cheek, mirroring rain drops on the wet window. It's gone... I searched my car, I turned my house upside down, I checked every inch of the driveway and the garden path in the front yard with no results. The bracelet was gone.

I must've unconsciously twirled it when James left and it came undone, falling somewhere on the walkway... it's a weekend, many people walk the street in this neighborhood, kids play and ride their bikes, someone must've picked it up. They didn't leave it by the door or the mail box, I checked everything... it's gone. I finally gave up, straightened out the house, moving on autopilot, and ended up in the living room, on the couch with a bowl of ice cream.

My eyes drifted to a picture of Dad over the fireplace. I'm sorry... I should've never lie to you. Thunder behind the window followed the lightning and I sighed. Non of this would've happened if I didn't lie to my father. That is why everything went horribly wrong... If I would've explained to him how much I love this band, how much their music means to me, I'm sure he would've understood me and I wouldn't have to lie... if I would've just... too late now. Dad... all I could say now, I'm sorry... My father's blue eyes were looking at me from the photo and I lowered my eyes in shame. Another pair of blue eyes surfaced in my mind. I remembered James' angry face and another tear dropped down in the ice cream bowl. I'm sorry... you have no idea how sorry I am...

I just sat there, with a bleeding heart, listening to the rain pounding on the roof and windows, highlighting the darkness with bright flashes, followed by low rumbles of thunder. My eyes returned to my father's picture and I whispered to the empty house.

“I'll tell you all the truth when you come home, I know you'll be mad at me, not because I lost your present, but because you worry about me, because you love me... you're the only one who ever did...”

The memory of my mother floated up from the depths of my mind and another tear dropped down in the strawberry sweetness. Mother never wanted me, the pregnancy was accidental, she had an IUD and wasn't planning to have kids, she just started her new job in the prestige firm and I was an unwelcome surprise. My father went away right after I was born, but mother wasn't planning to be a housewife and from day one the line of random babysitters entered my life.

Mother always looked at me as I was an annoying blister, an inconvenience in her busy life. She never kissed me, she hugged me only in public, for show, pulling away very quickly. I learned to get up in the morning, making myself breakfast, and packing my backpack with the thought that I may be away from home for a few days. That was my life when father was away, but when he was home, my life was oh-so different. I was at home everyday, I had normal family meals and I was loved. My life became like a stripped line with black and white periods. I survived the black spells, counting days to periods of happiness, when my father was home.

He tried very hard to spend more time with me, but he couldn't, the army wasn't the kind of job you could just quit. I never told my father what was happening in my life without him, but some how he found out. My parents started arguing almost every evening, screaming at each other and my white days tarnished by dark evenings, full of tears and fear. And then... my Dad had enough. I remember the day it happened.

I just turned ten. My back then, short lived babysitter drove me to my dance practice and left, taking care of other things. She was supposed to come and pick me up later, but she never showed up. I found out later that she was arrested in connection with drugs as soon as she got home. Since it was the big day of the concert, most of the parents were there, proudly watching their children. When it was over, I slowly changed into my clothes and come out from the studio, finding an empty parking lot. I went back in and called my babysitter, when man's voice answered. I thought I got the wrong number and asked for her by her name. He started asking questions, and when he figured out I was a kid that that woman was taking care off, he told me to call my mother.

I did... I dialed her phone over and over again, getting the mail box. It started to get dark, the building was closing up and I had no money for the bus, I had no choice but to call my babysitter's phone again. The detective came and got me. While we were riding in his car he attempted to call my mother, but she didn't answer. He asked me where she works and called there. I don't know how he got the number of her coworker's phone but after talking with someone, he turned to me a bit annoyed.

“Why didn't you tell me that your mother is in Paris?”

“I... I didn't know... no one told me...” I lowered my head.

“How about your father, or your grandparents?”

“Grandparents live in California and my Dad is away... He's a Marine...”

Detective looked at me with sad face and shook his head.

“Well.... it looks like we're in a bit of the pickle here...”

He took me to the police department and I spend the rest of evening and night there, while he tried to locate my father. In the morning a young guy in uniform picked me up and we drove to my house where he told me to pack a suitcase. Hours of driving to the base and a long helicopter flight later I was in my father's arms on board of a huge ship. I've never seen my mother since. She never came to visit, her secretary was the one sending me gifts and cards, her phone was always busy... and I never had an urge to call her anyway, she was a stranger in my life.

We moved to the apartment after he was free to go home and my life lost its stripes. Father was home with me for a year, until we moved closer to his parents and I found second home there, loving and welcoming.

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Thanks for the updates, Olya! :heart:
James is completely hooked. :biggrin
And Izzy's mom was a moron !
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I drove on the wet highway, holding the bracelet in my hand, hurried by the lightning and thunder. My mind was as unsettled as the weather. Still undecided on how to act, I saw the white picket fence in a flash of lightning and pulled my car into the driveway. The dim light in the house went off and a few minutes later the second story window lit up. Okay... so... she's not sleeping yet...I can leave the bracelet at the door... or mailbox... or just knock on the door and give it to her...

My hand pulled on the car door handle and before I could come up with the final decision, my knuckles hit the door. The light in the first floor window came back, the door flew open, and blue eyes greeted me, pulling me in.

“James! I... I wasn't expecting you...” She stepped aside to let me in and my eyes glided over her figure in tennis shorts and a tank top with an oversized—most likely her father's—denim shirt on. She was ready for bed... is that what she sleeps in?... My trained eye noted the absence of bra under her top. Oh, the temptation... I yanked the chain of the hungry wolf inside me and growled.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you always just open the door in the middle of the night, without so much as asking who the fuck is there?”

“I... saw your car in the window, I knew it was you...”

“Right... I'm a good guy and all that crap.” I walked in straight through the other open door, mentally slapping myself. What the fuck are you screaming at her for? Give the bracelet back and get out. I made it into the dim kitchen and turned as she flipped the light switch on, before I could say anything her eyes slid on my figure.

“Oh my God! What happened? You're all wet and...”

“And filthy, I know... fucking rain, fucking pot holes and fucking asshole drivers.”

Izzy looked at me for a second, then sprang into the action.

“Wait here, you can sit down anywhere you want to, I'll get you a towel... and some clothes, my father clothes will be a bit big for you, but he has some smaller sweat pants and t-shirts. You can take a shower and I'll clean your clothes, it wont take long. Are you hungry? I don't have anything special, but I can make something very fast, while you're in the shower.”

All that was said, screamed, as Izzy ran from one room to another, bringing clothes, and pulling something out of the fridge. I watched her and when she handed me a towel, stopping right in front of me, caught her hand, putting the bracelet in it.

“Here, you left it in the car.”

“Oh my God! James, thank you!” The sweet smell of strawberries blew over my face, blue lakes sparkled, gazing into my eyes. “Thank you so much, you have no idea what it means to me. I thought it was gone forever... thought I'd never see it again... thank you!” Clear crystals beamed gratefully.

The voice inside my head hissed. 'You did what you came here to do, now go. Back to your normal life, back to your fandom, back to the--' Words stumbled on each other, falling down and melting into pure blues. Izzy raised her hand, nearing my head, and I shivered, feeling her fingers on my hair.

“You got a leaf tangled in your hair... here...”

I inhaled the strawberry freshness, feeling warmth from her body, and a tingling wave submerged my mind. My hands moved on their own, gently clasping her face, and my head moved forward, pulled in by the welcoming blue unable to resist. Lips touched velvety pink flesh, sending another shiver through my body. I carefully rubbed my lips on her's, not demanding, just respectfully asking and she softly parted her lips, letting me in.

The taste of sweet strawberries filled my mouth and I slowly deepened the kiss. My hands slid to the back of her head, fingers gliding through the silky light brown locks. The wolf in me raised his head with predatory thoughts of needing, wanting, but the tender kiss disarmed my urge to take, filling my mind with something joyful, peaceful, kind, and absolutely bewitching instead.

Warmth enveloped my body, speeding up my heart, and my hands slid on Izzy's back, wrapping around her. Lips parted, leaving me in distress of separation, begging 'don't stop,' and eyes delivered my cry to that blue gaze as her shy hands slowly slide along my chest, barely touching, but nevertheless leaving warm trails of bliss.

I came back to the sweet taste of joy, savoring every touch, moving my hands on her body, not in a hurry to get the satisfaction of possession, but when a soft moan escaped her chest, my arms pull her closer to me. Feeling an unstoppable urge to feel her skin on mine, my hand slid down to her waist, caressing the thin line of exposed flesh, while another moan resonated in my mouth from her, echoing my own. Izzy hesitantly raised her arms, carefully wrapping them around my neck. A wave splashed down, pushing blood up to my heart, washing it with a new feeling of serenity.

The desire to feel more overwhelmed my senses and I picked her up, propping her up on the kitchen counter top. I pulled away from the kiss and smiled, gazing into now somewhat hazy blues with slightly dilated pupils. My hand landed on her thigh, thumb stroking her soft skin just below the shirts, pleading, asking, begging. Her body obeyed, and she coyly moved her legs apart, letting me closer.

Lips met again and again, her body starting to shiver in my arms, driving me insane with need for more. My hands pulled on her shirt, sliding it down, and fingers caressed exposed parts, slowly moving on her arms and back, not grabbing, not pulling, just enjoying the softness of her skin. A body drunk with emotions pressed closer, but I pulled back, for some reason ashamed of the pulsating and rapidly growing hardness in my groin.

Her inexperienced hands slid to the bottom of my shirt, shyly tugging on the bottom of it, and I moaned into her mouth, unable to stop the expanding boiling steam inside of me. I pulled away from her lips and gazed into her eyes.

“Izzy... are you sure... because if you're not... I need to stop now, while I can...”

“Don't... don't stop...” Blushed, slightly puffy lips whispered and I grasped them in mine, pulling her into another kiss. I pulled her top up and she let me take it off, revealing flawless, full tits with blushing rosy nipples. Yanking my shirt off, I returned my eyes to the sight in front of me, hands near the flesh that called for me, but I stopped when I saw my hands covered with smudges of dirt. Fuck... she's so pure and I...

“Please don't stop...” A strawberry breeze filled the air between us and I breathed out in a whisper.

“Wash me... you do owe me a shower...”


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In the absolute haze I took his hand in mine, slowly sliding off the counter top, and he stopped me midway with another tender kiss, thickening the blissful fog. My hand pulled, guiding him to follow, and his lips let go, eyes gazing into mine with gratitude. Every step was followed with a kiss, every spellbinding touch was answered with a moan. We somehow made it to the second floor on weakened legs with shivering bodies, and blindly stumbled into my bathroom.

My mind awoke when his hands slid down my shorts, but his lips eased my tension, melting everything around. My hands found their way to his waistband, hesitantly moving to the front, and stopping on the sides of his closure. I never initiated sex... I never wanted to... I never undressed a man... how do I? Hands moved one inch closer, unsure how to proceed. James' hands covered mine, pushing them down and pressing them to his bulging hardness.

“Izzy... you're driving me crazy here...”

Lips came back to mine, hands moved to my forearms, caressing my skin, lightly pulling, asking for action, and my fingers carefully rubbed his groin, feeling immediate pulsating respond. His lips pulled away, releasing another moan, blue eyes stopped on mine, encouraging, pleading, and my fingers moved, shyly grasping the extended fabric. He pushed into my hand and caught my lips with his, hands moving to my sides and sending my body into another shiver.

My fingers got braver and returned to the top of the closure, absolutely lost in unfamiliar movements. His hand came to the rescue, quickly popping the button open, and guiding me to the zipper, another moan escaped his chest, echoing in my mouth.

“Please... you're killing me...”

My fingers grasped the zipper tab, slowly pulling it down, and his lips sped up, urging, but not demanding. The fabric under my fingers split, letting the extended flesh free, and I tensed up again. Somewhere in the back on my bewitched mind, the voice of my ex screamed, 'I feel like I'm fucking a corpse!' A cold splash awaken my thoughts and they bounced, painfully digging into my heart. Once he knows that you're a freak he will leave. He had girls who're the best at this, and you're the worst... he will be disappointed and leave... You don't even know what you're doing, can't even undress him without his help. He won't stay, he'll walk away, he has plenty of others, wanting him... ready to do whatever he wants...

I desperately clung to James' lips, trying to silence my thoughts, while my fingers embraced his cock and slid to the base, pressing, trying to please. He backed out from the kiss and quickly lowered his pants off his legs, stepping out of his shoes and jeans all together. His hand reached into the shower, turning the water on, while blue eyes encouraged, pulling me with him, and I followed into the warm streams.

“Wash me...”

The soapy sponge in my hand gently moved over his skin, covering his shoulder, neck, and chest in foamy white, my lips let go of his and I stepped back, moving my hand lower. Bright red smudges on his stomach caught my eyes, my heart skipped and my hand paused. The hammer of thoughts came back louder.

He was... he was with some girl just before he came here... and she... My eyes followed the lines... he fucked her, the way he likes it... she pleased him... and I'm not good at that... he will leave, as soon as he... as soon as we... he'll feel that I'm not good... and he will leave... I need to... I want to please him... I want him to enjoy being with me.... I don't want him to think I'm a corpse! I need to be like those girls... the ones he used to.. do what he likes...

James looked down, then pulled my chin up, his eyes gazed into mine and I read regret behind them and a plea for forgiveness. His hand landed on mine, pushing it down, and the sponge moved, swallowing red marks, covering his skin in white sparkling bubbles.

Hands moved, smoothing white creamy foam, and water strings traced clean lines, another kiss, another touch, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples. The fire inside of me burned stronger, heart beating faster, worry drowned in euphoria, mind melted into the new feeling, a desire for more.

My hands flew up, lathering soap into his hair and letting the water wash it off. His hands moved to my shoulders and my thoughts returned, pounding blood in my head. You need to be like those girls, give him what he wants... you owe him a shower and you owe him... you know what he wants... do it...

My lips let go of his, sliding to his neck, chased by the need to please, and moved to his chest, slowly sliding down, and he bent his head back, moaning. I stepped back and reluctantly lowered to my knees, holding on to his body and looking at his erection, fixing my fingers around it.

“Izzy... what are you doing?”

I looked up and met his questioning gaze.

“I thought... that's what you wanted...” I whispered, feeling my face flush. His head shook, hands pulled me up, eyes peered into mine, lips moved with a smile and enclosed on mine, lifting me up, back to ravishing heaven. His lips pulled away, whispering into my ear.

“But not what you want... tell me what you want, tell me what you feel...”

His eyes looked into mine, his lips got closer and glided over my eyes, sliding to my cheek. My body trembled in his arms, begging for more. Another deep mind numbing kiss, another touch, body pressed to body, fire burning in the pit of my stomach, heavy with need for more. Lips moved away, whispering.

“Tell me... I want to know... how you feel... I want to know what you want...”

Another kiss, pleading eyes, another mesmerizing touch, blood rushing to the pit of my stomach, flaring up in flames, and my bewitched mind spilled over in answer.

“I'm... I... I never felt anything like this before... I feel lightheaded, absolutely intoxicated... like I'm flying when you kiss me... fire burning... heart beats so fast, expanding, pushing... making it hard to breathe... and your touch... it makes me... it makes me crave more... and I want... I want more of that... all of that, more of you... and I don't want you to stop... I want you to like to be with me... I don't want you to leave... and you will, because... I'm... I'm...” My mind caught up with my words and I lowered my head, biting into my lips.

“Why would I leave? Izzy... what's wrong?” His hand tilted my chin up. Blue eyes looked at me, concerned, and I panicked. I can't tell him... he will leave as soon as he knows... I can't... his lips slid over mine, pushing a weak whisper out of me.

“I'm... I'm afraid...”

“Of me?” Blue eyes rendered, worried, nervous.

“No... of what's coming next... I'm afraid that... you wouldn't like to... to be with me... I'm not... I'm not good at... I don't know how to... I'm not like those girls, I can't give you the pleasure they did...”

Blue eyes relaxed, sparkling with a smile, and hands clasped my face, pulling me closer until his lips touched mine.

“You silly girl... you already did so much more... “

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I'm trying to gather myself here...
Thanks Olya. I love this fic. :eager
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Thanks Kimmi!!!!


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I ruffled Izzy's hair with the towel and she pulled me closer for another kiss, my hands letting go of the fabric and returning to her body. Her hands found mine and shyly pulled me to the bedroom. I picked her up in my arms and stepped closer to the bed. Her lips let go of mine, and she slowly slid down, coyly climbing onto the covers. Eyes asking to follow.. body ready to give more.. I stepped on my knees over her and she lowered her eyes, laying down on her back.

The sight of her beautiful body in front of me had awaken the need for overdue and fully deserved reward for all my suffering. There she was, the prize, the trophy, the star, wanting, needing, ready to be taken, claimed. The wolf in me snarled, baring his teeth, digging his claws into my mind with the need to posses, take what I want. Hungry howls boiled my blood and I pulled the chain, shaking in agony in foretaste of pleasure. Izzy pulled me closer for another kiss, pulling my body over hers. Her legs parted, letting me closer. Tender kisses heat up, turning into a hunger, all thoughts about being gentle flare up in flames, shattering in pieces. My lips slid to the crease of her neck, feeling pulsating artery, heart speeding up.

The wolf neared his teeth to the soft skin of the pray, dripping with saliva. My cock twitched oozing with pre come. Take.. posses... make her mine.. seize... conquer.. dominate. The chain on the predator's neck stretched and tightened, and the wolf grunted, pulling harder, baring his teeth and I lost it. I roughly sucked velvety softness in, growling with pleasure. One hurried hand guided my throbbing dick closer to her warmth, while the other gripped her breast, pulling, squeezing, dominating. Izzy tensed up under me, breathing faster, neck moved, swallowing.

The need to see her eyes full of lust, the need to hear her pleading me to fuck her as I tease her entrance made me let go of her neck and gaze into her eyes. I needed to see her wanting me, craving me. I wanted to see her eyes hazed with desire, begging for me. But I found something I wasn't expecting. Blue lakes looked down at my erection and came back with distress and surrender to the inevitable.

The pray, the little Bamby, turned and licked the wolf's face.... and predator stepped back baffled, lowering his head in confusion. Thoughts emerged from under the haze of hunger and floated, slowly settling in my mind. She... she doesn't want it.... she's just letting me... she... this is a little bit more than the fear of not being able to please me... she... she fears sex... as if she... she had never enjoyed it. I backed away, but her eyes read my reaction, and lips whispered.

“I'm yours to take... please don't stop...” Hands pulled me closer, pleading, begging, but for the wrong reason. Not asking to give pleasure, but asking to take it. What did that dickhead do to you? The answer came painfully, digging into my heart. He took, never bothering to give... she doesn't know how it's supposed to feel... she never felt it. Probably felt used, sore... That is what it's all coming from.... and I turned rough... fuck. The wolf sighed, lowering his head all the way to the ground, slowly crawling closer, afraid to scare. My lips returned to the bruised skin on Izzy's neck, kissing the damage away. Lips continue up with soft kisses, eyes pleading for forgiveness.

“Izzy... I'm sorry I got a bit.. feral... I don't want you to fear me...”

“I want you to feel good with me... I'm sorry I got scared, but.... you're so big and...”

“I'm not going to hurt you...”

Lips found lips, hands returned to her flesh caring, wanting to please. Eyes peered into blues, waiting for the blissful haze to cloud them once again. Hands slowly moved to her tits, caressing, softly circling her nipples. Izzy gasped when I moved lower catching her nipple with my lips. Her tension ceased, body answered on it's own, curving to me, hands pulled, this time asking to give more. I sucked her nipple in, savoring it, hearing her moan and looked back into lakes, reading elation.

I continue to feed her fire, waiting for the desire to submerge her mind into euphoria. My lips danced on her neck, exploring soft touches, until I felt her shyly pushing my head down, asking for more pleasure. I gladly obeyed, moving my lips from one breast to another, watching her eyes glazed over, lips gasping, body moved under mine, curving, willing, needing something more. My hand slid down, caressing the skin on her thigh, slowly moving up. Her body tensed up, but then my lips returned to hers, flaring up her fire. She relaxed.. My fingers continue further, asking, pleading. And her legs hesitantly moved apart. My lips let go of hers, whispering.

“I'm not going to hurt you...”

Blues cleared up, shining with trust and my fingers slowly found their way into her warmth, entering deeper and withdrawing. Blue lakes widened surprised with the new feeling of unexpected pleasure. My fingers slowly moved back in and carefully drew back, blue eyes closed and I stopped waiting for approval.

Lakes came back hazy with lust, lips parted with a faint 'more' and my fingers moved in, feeling her raising to meet them. Her eyes widened, lips gasped a moan and body raised again, not letting me out.

“It feels so... Please.. I need more...”

My fingers indulged her in a few more slow thrusts and withdrew. Her eyes pleaded for more when I rolled onto my back, pulling her over me.

“I want you to be in control... ”

Blue crystals blinked, not sure, but her body took over her mind moving over me. I pulled her for a kiss, keeping minds at ease, hands returned to her nipples, rubbing, stroking, asking. Eyes begged to obey and blue lakes become clouded for second, falling closed. Shaking hands slid on my chest as she slowly lowered herself onto me.

Her warmth enveloped my cock and I bit my lip, drowning in pleasure of claiming the prize. My body battled with the urge to raise up, to get deeper, and I gripped into the covers, releasing a moan. Not yet... don't scare her... let her control it. Lakes flew open, darkened with widened pupils, legs parted more, letting me deeper, lips gasped.

“Oh... God... I never knew it could feel so... Uh... it feels so... amazing...”

“Ride me...” I breathed out.

My fingers tore into blankets, pulling, holding the need, giving her time to move on her own, but eyes betrayed me with a silent plea. Her body raised up only to move back down, again and again, moving slow at first. Soon her hands gripped onto my shoulders, lips gasped with a moan and my hands turned into fists, desperately holding the urge. Izzy's lips parted with another moan, as her body slid down on my shaft, and my hands flew to her hips unable to hold it any longer.

I raised up under her, pushing deeper and she curved her back, throwing her head back with a moan of pleasure. Eyes met in desire and euphoric glee, speeding up our bodies. I buckled under my inexperienced rider, guiding her hips, but letting her set the pace. Moans of ecstasy filled the air, hands searched for skin, lips gasping for air and tingling with need for each other.

“James... I....I.. mmmnnn.... James.... more...” Gasps flew off her lips, body shook, clenching around me and I quickly rolled her under me, covering her lips with mine. Unable to withhold my urges any longer, I drove in, thrusting deeper, her digging her fingers into my skin in approval, speeding up my movements, raising up to meet every full light plunge of my engorged flesh with the near release.

“More... oh, James... more... I need more... I... I... Uh....” Words froze on her lips, eyes turned bleary as she convulsed under me in orgasm. In a few fast thrusts I joined her in my own mind-blowing ecstasy, spilling inside of her, until I felt lightheaded.

“Oh.. yes.... fuck, yes....Izzy...” Moans and gasps drew the last bits of air out of my lungs, leaving me breathless.

Bodies shook in euphoric seizure together, breathing came in fast gasps, hearts raced, pounding, ready to jump out to be closer. My arms gave in and I collapsed on top of her, and her arms wrapped around me, stroking my hair, my back, grasping my face and pulling me in for a kiss. When our lips parted, a smile lit her face, blue crystals, still hazy, beamed with love.

“I... you're amazing... it was... it was so... my mind is all tingly and absolutely drunk with you... thank you...”

“No... not me... it was you... you were amazing...” I smiled back, and moved in attempt to ease my weight off her fragile frame, but her arms held me in place.

“No... don't... please stay...”

“I'm heavy...”

“No... I like to feel you... just like this... in me...” Blue lakes shyly sparkled with happiness.

Her lips covered mine, fingers brushed through my hair, my hands gasped her face, returning the loving touch. For the first time, my satisfied body was willing to snuggle, happy to answer the continuous caress, happy to just lay in her arms, feel her hands gliding on my skin. The mind of the wolf softened, bewitched, subdued, tamed, reveling into complete serenity. Domesticated...


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^^^ Thank you Kimmi!!!
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Don't kill me...

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(Izzy's POV)




The bird behind the window screamed with an irritating repeating screech, while a cool breeze touched my skin and I turned to come back to the warm embrace I fell asleep in last night. My hand brushed over cold covers and my eyes flew open. The light from the sunrise shined on empty wrinkled sheets beside me. I quickly sat up, pulling the blanket over my body, and jumped off the bed.

“James...”

The mocking bird answered with the series of shouts and I ran to the window with my heart trembling in fading hope. My eyes stumbled on an empty driveway. He... he left... my heart flopped painfully in my chest, and I slowly returned to my bed, dropping on the edge of it. He left... he... A lump rose up in my throat and I laid my head down on the pillow, fighting oncoming tears. He left... but I thought... it was so... it was amazing and... You thought wrong, it wasn't good enough... he didn't like being with you... you failed to please him...

My heart quivered, refusing to believe, and my mind jumped, trying to help. Maybe he had to go and didn't want to wake me up... Maybe he left a note? The new hope brought me to my feet and my eyes desperately searched the room. Nothing... My mind refused to let go, finding another illusion. Maybe it's in the kitchen or... the living room? Or... I ran around the house looking for something I knew I wouldn't find. My eyes stopped on the phone in the living room. Again, my mind offered another false hope to a bleeding heart. Maybe he'll call... Harsh reason finally took over, popping the last soap bubble of my wishful thinking. He's never going to call, he didn't ask for you number... He just left...

I slowly made my way to my bathroom and picked up the towels from the floor, hanging them on the shower door while my mind revived last night's events, making my heart skip painfully and slowly submerge into a sea of misery. My head sunk down as to follow my heart and the barely there smell of James on my hair made me breathe in, letting go of the shower door. I don't want to wash him away from me... I turned and braced myself on the sink counter, looking at my reflection.

“There are no fairy tales in real life and you know it... he's out of your league, out of your world... he's a star and you... you're just the girl next door... the girl that wasn't good enough... he didn't like being with you... he's a good guy and he didn't want to hurt you by saying it to your face...”

My eyes drifted to a bruise on my neck and the wave of memory of the night washed over me again, making me shiver. He showed you something you never knew, he showed you the stars, a beautiful, amazing world... cherish it, don't turn it into despair! You lived at least part of you dream... you lived it, you felt it, and it was magical. It will forever stay with you... he will forever be here... My hand pressed to my chest and I broke down in tears.

I managed to pull myself together, found something to wear, not really caring about my looks, and made my way to the living room, dropping onto the couch. Eyes drifted to the vinyl cover of the Judas Priest's album on the coffee table. Mind skipped over the letters. Breaking the Law... Rapid fire... Metal Gods... My heart sighed, moving my lips with a whisper.

“The God returned to his shiny Olympus, to his fame, power, to his fandom... taking the poor mortal girl's heart with him forever...”



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(James' POV)



My car lazily crawled through the Monday morning traffic, which unknowingly mirrored my state. Thoughts followed each other, stuck in one line, just following the flow. It's better that way... it's for the best.... for her and you. It was the right decision. This way she'll think you're just another asshole. This way she'll hurt less... you had to cut it off, just like this, leaving before her blue eyes asked you to stay, before you broke her heart. It's better this way... it is... it had to be done.

The smell from my wrinkled, dirty clothes rose up and I opened the window for a sip of fresh air. Morning breeze blew my hair over my face and my lungs pulled in a barely there strawberry scent, making my heart sink. Izzy... The memory of her hands brushing through my hair painfully squeezed my heart, but my mind erased the image of blue eyes, forcing my heart into the right place with a repeating mantra. It was the right thing to do. It was.

My heart broke free from the pull, thrashing in the cage of reason, shouting back to the overpowering mind. No, it wasn't! It was cruel, it was wrong and you fucking know it! You know it because you feel like you're the worst person in this shitty world for what you have done! You just left, you took what you wanted and you fucking ran like a thief! You ran before she woke up, because you knew that once you looked into those lakes, you wouldn't be able to leave! You wanted to stay, more that anything in this life, you wanted to stay, but you ran. You ran in fear, like a dog with its tail between his legs! You fucking betrayed her! Her trust, her heart, for what? For the shadow of freedom? And now you feel like an absolute dick!

My mind gripped into my heart, choking it, silencing it. I am a dick! I'm not the guy she thinks I am! I'm not! I could've stayed, I could've dragged it on for months, but it would only make it worse in the end. I could've let her love me, enjoyed it only to break her heart eventually, following the call of the wild. The tour would start in a few months, and this would become complicated. It's better to cut it off now, before she falls for me... before I... it's better for her. It was the right thing to do!

What I felt... what she showed me... I was me, for the first time in years I wasn't afraid to be the real me... to feel free to be just me... without the fake mask of being a badass, not ashamed of feeling... not ashamed to love... care... wanting to be loved back. I felt it all with her, and I ran from all of it. I ran... The blue lakes floated in front of me, reviving last night in my mind. Her kissing me... her touch... blue eyes pulled away, lips whispering, 'I want you to like being with me... I don't want you to leave... and you will, because...' Lakes turned sad, lips continued. 'I'm not good at... I don't know how to... I'm not like those girls, I can't give you the pleasure they did...'

A cold flash gripped my spine and my heart flipped in my chest, coming back with pounding beats. You stupid asshole, you worthless piece of shit! You caused more damage than her ex-dickhead ever could! You left... you just left! And now she'll think she's... fuck... Hands gripped at the wheel, turning fingers white. You could've written a note, you could've stayed until she was awake, to tell her the truth! You owe her an explanation! You need to tell her why you left! That it's not her, it's your fucking fear!

'I have to go back.. I have to tell her...' My heart jittered in my chest and my mind hissed with a smirk.

'You're just looking for an excuse to go back, and you found one.'

'No, I want to do this right, set everything straight. Just tell her the truth, that's all. I'm doing it for her.'

'Who are you trying to fool? You liar.'

'I don't fucking care! I have to go back, I can't leave her with the belief that she wasn't good enough, because it's not true, she was beyond compare... she was most... she was... she was the one I will never forget...'

My heart flew up, drowning my mind and leaving reason to convulse in agony, hands gripping into the steering wheel, roughly turning it to the left, pulling the car out of the flow and into the median strip. I pushed the gas pedal to the floor, stirring a cloud of dust, while horns blazed the air, protesting, criticizing, objecting, demanding to return to the flow, ordering to obey the rules.

Head spinning in rebellion, my hand rose out of the window with an anarchy flag in the form of a middle finger. My heart sped up, pumping blood into vessels, while my lips moved into a victory grin of revolt against the rules, against reason, against current. The car turned, jumping out into the free lanes of the opposite side of the road, leaving the stagnant binds of logic.


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NO no!! He can't leave, its too heartbreaking, I'm really getting emotionally attached to this story, so I can't hold my tears back.. :'(
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Guess what? Five days in hospital gave me the time to read all the updates! :beetroot

What can I say, honey? You are the mistress of writing James Fanfic-Stories. :bow
I enjoyed reading all the updates and I love this story! :heart:
Thank you for writing it!! :hug:
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Thank yo so much girls!!!!!
Thank you for reading!


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(James' POV continue)



My fingers touched the door but the music I heard behind it froze my hand. My own voice leaked from the house, painfully squeezing my heart. 'Emptiness is filling me to the point of agony. Growing darkness taking dawn, I was me but now he's gone'... fuck... The door was still unlocked and I pushed in, quickly making my way to the sound.

Izzy was sitting on the floor hugging her legs, face buried in her knees, too lost in the music to notice my presence. My heart bled in sight of the pain I inflicted. My own words from last night come back, hammering in my mind. 'I'm not going to hurt you'... I promised her.. I promised and she trusted me... fuck... My feet moved on their own and I stepped closer, lowering myself on my knees in front of her.

“Don't... please don't...” My hand pulled her face up, thumbs wiping the watery strips on her cheeks.

“You.. you came back...” Blue eyes came to life for a second with a shadow of happiness, but it faded as soon as she read the answer in my eyes.

“I came back to tell you why I left...”

Blue lakes sadden and withered down, lips moving in a whisper full of pain.

“No... don't... I know... please don't say it... I can't bare to hear it from you... I know why you left, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry I wasn't good enough...”

The lakes closed, bleeding a tear to drop down on my hand, and it burned all the way to my soul. My heart quickened in a need to heal, to fix what I broke, and hands anxiously moved on the sides of her face, begging for eyes to open. Lips breathing out a feverish plea.

“You wrong... you're so wrong... you have no idea how wrong you are... you were amazing... more than that... it's me.. I'm just.. this is what I am, what I do.. I'm just an asshole.. I got what I wanted and... I left... I'm a bad guy... I'm just another dickhead... and you'll forget me... forget that one night...”

“Bad guys don't come back... they don't care.. they don't try to explain why they left... they just do, and you.... you came back...”

“I couldn't do this to you... I had to came back..” My mind yanked my heart into silence. Don't... don't be a fool.

“Why?” Blue eyes pleaded for the truth.

“Because.... because... I don't want you to hate me... I don't want you to regret what happen... I don't want you to forget me...” My mind spun in overdrive, trying to choke my heart.

“James... I would never hate you... and I would never regret meeting you and would never forget you... what I felt with you... what you showed me... it was... it was unforgettable... it was so...” Her blue gaze reached all the way to my soul and it joined the heart in a battle to control my mind. My heart flew up from the grip, spilling through.

“Strong, so powerful... Izzy, I... I left... because... because it was unforgettable... because it scared me... I left because I was... the power of you... the way you made me feel... it's... I left because I got scared... I... I'm... I'm afraid...” My mind screamed in terror. 'You're turning into a fucking pussy! You're making a fool out yourself! Feelings? You're telling a girl about your feelings?' The heart shouted back 'She's not just 'a girl' she's... she deserves to know the truth, all of it!'

“Of me?” Blues widened, worried, surprised. I pressed my forehead to Izzy's, insanely pouring out all that was happening inside of me.

“Afraid that I wouldn't be able to leave when you woke up... not be able to go if you'd ask me to stay... because I can't stay... I can't... if I stay it would only hurt more... later... you have to let me go... forget about me... I don't deserve your tears... I'm not that guy... I'm not... I'm bad, very bad... and I'm all wrong for you, you're deserve better than me, better than this... I'm not... and I will leave, sooner or later... the tour will start and I'll go back into my wild life, the freedom... it's better to cut this off now, before... before... it hurts too much...” I choked, terrified of my own words, not daring to look into her eyes. Izzy's hands pulled my face up and blue lakes subdued my fear, shining with acclamation.

“I would never hurt you... I understand... You're free to go...”

I looked into her eyes, mind yanked the body up 'Here is your chance, go. She understands. She's letting you go, you're free. Go!' My heart flattered, longing to stay, body refusing to move, heart pounded stronger. The mind insisted, but my hands moved on their own, pulling Izzy closer.

“I... I can't... because it's not what I want... not what I feel...”

“What do you feel, what do you want... tell me..” Lakes pleaded, reaching to my heart and the concrete wall in my mind shattered, pushed over with the memory of last night, Izzy's words that somehow described my exact feeling floated in my dazed head.

“I'm... I... I never felt anything like this before... I feel lightheaded, absolutely intoxicated by you... my heart beats so fast, expanding, pushing... making it hard to breathe... and I want... I want more of that... more of you... and I... I want to stay...”

“Then stay...” Her hands landed on my chest, burning through the skin and making me sigh.

“I can't... I don't want to hurt you, I don't want you to hate me... and you will later... when I have no choice but to leave... and when we're apart... I will forget you... the tour... and everything that goes with it... you saw it, you saw my life... I can't change... I won't change even for you... the band is my life... my family... my everything... they are my...”

Izzy's eyes followed her hands sliding up to my neck, fingers touching my pendant.

“Your wolf-pack...” Blues came back and I read a total understanding and... love.

“That's right, that exactly right, my wolf-pack. And wolves don't just turn into cuddly puppy dogs...” My hands moved, grasping her face.

“I know... and I don't want to change wolf into dog... and I won't try to restrain him... No leash, cage, or chain would hold wolf, where he doesn't want to be... not even a trap... he prizes his freedom above all... no one can make him stay... he has to chose to do so on his own. ”

“Then how do you tame a wolf?” I pleaded, melting into warm blue.

“You let him be in control... let him choose to stay... never threatening his freedom, just love him and cherish every moment with him... not holding, not asking to stay.. but trusting him to come back, if he chooses so...”

“He did... I came back ...”

“And I will love you, if you let me... for as long as you willing to stay with me...”

Blue lakes gazed into my eyes and the tension inside of me rendered. She... knows me... she understands it all.. all of me... like no one ever did. She knows that I just spilled my soul to her and she didn't take advantage of my weakness... she's... she's... The late realization of what my heart knew all along hit my mind and it quieted down in ease, letting the heart beat stronger in victory.

My lips grasped her's, arms embraced her body, puling her closer. The kiss dismissed everything around, the false freedom of the outside world, the fake moves, fake behavior of the other world, the fake bravery in the... wolf-pack... This is the real freedom... freedom to be myself... only with her... she's my salvation, my sanctuary, my... peaceful and clear blue sky in the crassness of this world...

I let go of her lips, pulling back, and her eyes flew open, washing me with serenity.

“Izzy... would you.. would you go out with me? On a real date...”

“I would be happy to...”

“Then, let's go... any place you want to go, dinner or... I don't know.. any place you would like to go... just me and you... I can take you to the best restaurant in San Francisco...”

Her eyes slid over my body and she bit her smiling lip.

“I don't think they would let you in... looking like that...”

I looked down at my still wrinkled and dirty clothes and cackled.

“Yeah... I forgot about that... all your fault you know.”

“I never washed your clothes yesterday... but I can do it right now...”

“You just want to get me naked again, don't ya? You do know that once my clothes are off, I'm pulling you back into the bedroom and all plans of going out would be forgotten.”

“I'm... I'm okay with that.” Clear blues returned to me with a barely there new sparkle. Not lust, not a dirty thought... but a playful intention.

“Fuck... what have I done? I can't believe it... one night and I turned you into a bad girl!”

Izzy's eyes lowered in devilish pretend of shame and hands slowly made their way under my shirt, pulling it up. I shivered, letting her take it off, and pulled her back to my lips, breathing out.

“My bad girl...”

Her eyes flickered with joy, lips smiling and moving against mine.

“My good g--”

I grasped her lips into mine, swallowing her words and let go, whispering back.

“Shhhh... no one can ever know that... only you...”





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