|
|
“Am I supposed to fit through there?” Jason asked, amused.
Carly shut the door and allowed herself a calming breath
before she
unfastened the chain and opened the door fully.
There he stood, looking
gorgeous as usual, holding a pizza box in one hand and
a brown paper bag
in the other. Carly stepped aside, allowing him
in, wishing she’d at
least made the bed that morning. There were random
pieces of clothing
strewn about, mostly hanging off the chair backs and
closet doors.
“Did you mug the pizza guy on the way over?” she asked,
only half
joking. Kidding on the square is what her mother
had called it.
Carly’s smile faded at the unexpected reminder of Virginia.
She pushed
the thoughts aside and once again smiled brightly at
Jason. He wasn’t
smiling back.
“Is pizza okay?” he asked, concerned. “I heard that everyone likes it.”
Carly gave Jason a look that he couldn’t quite read, but
grabbed the box
from him and bounded onto her bed with it. Spreading
out on her
stomach, her legs bent at the knee and crossed together
in the air, she
opened the box and breathed in the smell. Jason
watched this, pleased
with her reaction. She looked almost too good to
resist in her black
silky robe, her wet hair reminding him of the rainstorm
the night they’d
met. Following her lead, he picked up the brown
bag he’d been carrying
and sat opposite her on the bed, at the other side of
the open pizza
box. Carly had already picked out a slice and was
devouring it.
“What’s that?’ she asked, her mouth full, gesturing with
the half-eaten
slice to the brown bag.
Jason reached over and pulled a case of beer out of the
bag. He looked
at Carly uncertainly. Carly laughed, swallowing
her bite.
“Subtle,” she said, raising her eyebrows at him.
Jason was confused once again. “The pizza guy said
beer is the best
thing to drink with pizza,” he explained slowly.
He lowered his eyes,
glancing at the cardboard carton he was holding, wondering
if it was the
wrong thing to do.
Carly put her hand to her mouth. She kept forgetting
that he didn’t
*know*. She felt guilty for making fun of his motives.
Looking down at
the pizza, Carly realized something else. “You
don’t know what this
tastes like, do you?” Her eyes were bright, excited.
She pushed her
pizza slice toward his face so he could take a bite.
He did, and chewed
slowly. Carly watched him expectantly. She
had never met someone who
had never tasted pizza before. And beer!
This was going to be fun.
Jason was nodding now, reaching for his own slice.
Carly smiled and
happily took another bite. She tossed the crust
down back into the box,
uneaten, and reached for the beer, tearing the cardboard
open.
Retrieving two bottles, she twisted the top off of one
and handed it to
Jason. She kept her eyes on him as she swiftly,
expertly twisted off
her own cap and took a long swig of the cold liquid.
She giggled as
Jason took a small sip and made a face.
“Oh come on,” she teased, pulling herself up into a sitting
position and
adjusting her robe. “A big leather
jacket-wearing-motorcycle-riding-macho guy like you can’t
handle a
beer?!”
Jason raised his eyebrows, his ego bruised, and took a
long swig. Carly
clapped her hands together.
“That’s more like it!” she said, her eyes shining, then
leaned her head
back and took another large swallow. Jason mimicked
her, looking at his
bottle that was now more than three-quarters gone.
Carly gazed at him
amusedly before lowering her voice and leaning over the
pizza box to
whisper, “Nobody actually *likes* the taste the
first time…it’ll get
better after a while.”
Jason smiled at this, reaching under her and grabbing
another piece of
pizza. His hand brushed her body as he did so and Carly
jumped back,
surprised at the electricity that shot through her.
To cover her shock,
she quickly tipped her beer bottle back and finished
it off in one large
gulp. She reached for another one right away, needing
to be buzzed to
steady her nerves. Jason watched in amusement as
she quickly downed
another beer.
“Should I drink that much too?” he asked, not really expecting
her to
answer. He was amazed at this girl’s ferocious
ability to transform
herself to every situation. If she wanted to drink,
she drank. That
was how Jason wanted to be, but he kept getting told
it was wrong by
people who supposedly loved him. Jason didn’t love
anyone. Not even
himself. It was an emotion he was completely unfamiliar
with, and from
what he had seen of it, he didn’t want to feel it.
If they way you
treat people you love is the way the
Quartermaine’s treated him, he wasn’t going to wish that
on anybody.
Carly, now slightly buzzed from pounding her last beer,
leaned over and
grabbed two more bottles, one for herself and handed
Jason his second.
She regarded him unsteadily, twisting open the third
bottle of the night
and tipping it to her lips. She knew she looked
like a drunken idiot
but really didn’t care. The way this guy made her
feel was just too
much. She didn’t want this to be happening.
She didn’t need this to be
happening. She didn’t need her heart broken again.
They both finished the next bottle in silence. Carly
drank hers slower
this time but still felt her buzz grow stronger.
She wasn’t drunk,
she’d need a couple more for that, but a slight numbing
of the senses
was doing her just fine. Jason finished his and
another slice of pizza
before speaking again.
“I take it it was the right kind of beer,” he said, laughing
at the way
she was swaying just slightly back and forth.
Carly shot him a dirty look. “You make me nervous,”
she pouted, then
chastised herself in her head for revealing too much.
It had never
taken a lot to make her spout her feelings involuntarily.
A few measly
beers were nothing compared to the pure fire that was
Carly Roberts!
Carly chuckled a bit at this, and reached for another
slice of pizza.
She nibbled on it somewhat morosely before a thought
occurred to her and
she shot another look at Jason.
“How the hell did you know where I live?”
Jason looked at the rumpled unmade bed underneath him
and smiled. “I
told you I’d find you,” he stated simply.
Carly gave a slight smile in return, curving her legs
out to one side
and running a hand through her now dry hair. She
let her robe fall open
just a little, just enough to inspire a little imagination
on Jason’s
part. Jason shifted almost immediately and Carly
knew he’d noticed. He
brought his hand up to his face, running two fingers
from his temple
down his cheek, in an almost thoughtful gesture.
His hand moved over
his lips and down his chin, as if he could almost feel
her touching him.
Carly liked this, and, although her mind was already
clouded, she
brought another beer to her lips, letting a small amount
pass through to
her mouth, then more and more.
Jason was beside himself. He pushed the pizza box
out of the way and
moved towards her, slowly, almost methodically.
His blue eyes bore into
her, and Carly could not break the stare. When
he was close enough,
Jason reached out and took the bottle from her, taking
a swig for
himself, then gently placing the bottle back to her lips
and pouring
some into her open mouth. Carly giggled a bit and
swallowed the liquid,
a small amount dribbling onto her chin. She used
a finger to wipe off
her chin, then seductively licked the alcohol off of
her finger. Jason
took another swig of beer, this one larger, and again,
poured a bit into
Carly’s mouth, then returned the bottle to his.
He finished it off in
one quick guzzle, then, tossing the bottle aside he brought
his lips
crashing down onto Carly’s letting the alcohol he’d just
drank swirl
around in both their mouths. Jason leaned his body
into hers, holding
the back of her head as he lowered her gently onto the
bed. His mouth
explored hers with so much enthusiasm it was as though
he’d never been
there before. He ran his fingers through her hair
and down her cheeks
and neck, tracing every curve and contour of her body.
Reaching under
himself, he found the tie of her robe and swiftly pulled
the knot.
Carly didn’t resist as the silky material fell open.
She couldn’t
remember any of the reasons she had resisted Jason before.
They were
all a blur now. Her entire mind was swimming, and
the only clear
thought she could decipher was that she wanted this man
more than
anything right now. She tipped her head back and
groaned as she felt
Jason’s kisses move down her neck to her collar bone
and finally reach
her breasts. Everything he did was so soft, yet
somehow seemed so full
of force. Everything around Carly, including the bed
underneath her,
seemed to drop away. She was in a state of complete
bliss, a feeling
she’d never really felt before. She ran her hands
over Jason’s back,
pulling at his shirt almost frantically, wishing it just
wasn’t there.
Jason stopped what he was doing for a second and pulled
it quickly over
his head. Carly caught his gaze in that second
and almost realized what
she was doing. But when he smiled, ever so slightly,
she pulled his
face back toward hers, ignoring any inhibitions that
may have tried to
creep into her conscious.
Jason felt shivers go up his spine as she trailed her
fingernails up and
down his back. He had never felt desire like this.
Not that he could
remember anyway. Carly was soft and beautiful,
and Jason wanted to know
every part of her by heart. His head was rushing,
he didn’t know if it
was from the alcohol or from Carly or both. He
didn’t care. He knew
that he had to be with her, like everything in his life
depended on it.
******************************
Carly awoke the next morning to the brilliant sun streaming
through the
windows. She instantly remembered what had happened the
night before.
Why else would she completely space on closing the windows?
She was
almost afraid to turn over and look at him. How
could she have been so
careless? Her eyes traveled over to the strewn
pizza box with half a
congealing pizza still inside and seven empty beer bottles,
four and a
half of them consumed by her. This gave her the
answer. She’d been
drunk and just plain stupid.
Carly groaned and pushed herself up, reaching for her
discarded robe
that had somehow made it’s way to the lamp on her night
stand. She got
up, gingerly stepping so as to not aggravate the pounding
in her head.
She padded around in bare feet, avoiding all eye contact
with her bed
and the man sleeping in it. The pizza box had to
go. Carly felt like
throwing up just looking at it. She opened her
front door a crack and
tossed it outside, figuring she’d pick it up later if
no one picked it
up first. The beer, still cool because the window
had been left open
all night, was quickly tossed in the fridge.
Jason stirred in his sleep, causing Carly to freeze where
she was. He
turned over onto his stomach, breathing a heavy sigh
as he did so.
Carly let out a breath when he didn’t move again.
‘What the hell are
you doing?’ she chastised herself. This was *her*
apartment, humble
though it was, he was in *her* bed, and she was freezing
like a deer in
the headlights. She wasn’t going to be able to
avoid him forever, and
why should she? It’s not like she hadn’t had a
one night stand with
some random guy before. What was so different about
this? She didn’t
want to admit it, but this time, she didn’t want it to
be a one night
stand. She couldn’t tell what she wanted it to
turn into yet, but she
did know that he was not only the most exciting lover
she’d ever had,
she really felt like she could talk to this guy…maybe
it was the fact
that he had no real opinions on things since he had no
past to base his
judgment on. It certainly was refreshing to hang
out with someone with
no past for a change. Carly seemed to always be
chasing hers until she
had decided she couldn’t run from it anymore.
****************************
Jason awoke when he heard the shower stop. He looked
around the room
and saw a sliver of light from under the bathroom door.
He thought
about Carly and what had happened the night before.
He let out a deep
sigh, a smile finding it’s way to his face. He
couldn’t imagine a
feeling better than how he'd felt last night. Was
it just Carly? Or
was it like that with everyone? Jason found himself
not caring. As
long as he could be with Carly, why would he need anyone
else?
Carly opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room,
fully clothed
with a towel on her head. She regarded the now-awake
Jason. He looked
beautiful, his hair as messy as hair that short can be,
his broad
shoulders curving into a gloriously well-muscled chest
that she’d been
content running her hands over all night. She blushed
at the thought
and averted her eyes.
“What do you want to do today?” Jason asked, sitting up
in her bed,
leaving himself covered from the waist down.
Carly nearly jumped for joy. He wanted to spend
the day with her? This
guy was too much. If he’d have wanted to leave,
he would have. He
didn’t know enough about the “rules of society” to know
it wasn’t the
respectable thing to do. Just like he didn’t know
about saying good
morning, or any type of greeting for that matter.
Her defenses,
nevertheless, automatically kicked in.
“What makes you think I’m doing anything with you?” she
asked, pulling
the towel off her head and shaking her hair out.
Jason watched this, thinking about how much he would love
to be with her
again and again. “I was *hoping* you would,”
he said honestly.
Carly immediately softened. A smile played on her
lips. Jason
surprised her every time he opened his mouth. She
had no idea what he
was doing to her but for some reason she didn’t want
to spend any time
*without* him. She might give him a hard time about
it, but certainly
wasn’t going to give up the opportunity to the spend
the day with him.
“What’d you have in mind?” she asked, pulling open the
refrigerator and
retrieving a jug of orange juice. She opened the
cap and drank straight
from the bottle. “Juice?” she asked, holding the
bottle out to him.
Jason shook his head. He leaned over, pulling his
jeans out from under
the bed, and started to put them on. Carly was
disappointed to notice
he’d already put his boxer shorts back on sometime during
the night.
She smiled at this thought. A girl can dream can’t
she? Once clad in
jeans, Jason sat on the edge of the bed, closer to where
Carly stood in
her small makeshift kitchen.
“I wouldn’t mind doing what we did last night again,”
Jason said
reaching out for her.
Carly stayed put. Her smile faded. She rolled
her eyes in disdain.
“Of course,” she lamented, glaring at him. Jason’s
arms dropped back to
his sides. That look of confusion that Carly had
become so familiar
with crossed over his face again. She pursed her
lips, willing herself
to explain rather than yell and kick him out. Running
her fingers
through her damp hair, she chose a nearby chair to sit
in.
“Okay, Jason, I know you’re new at this so I’m gonna try
to explain it
to you. Women are not just for having sex with
whenever you want.”
Jason nodded, like he understood. “I know, I like to kiss you too…”
Carly shot him a nasty stare.
“And talk to you and learn things from you, like how good
pizza is and
how funny you are when you drink too much beer....” Jason
continued.
Carly couldn’t help but smile at this. She decided
to let him off the
hook this time. She sauntered over to him, giving
him a sweet look.
She walked into his arms and perched on his knee, encircling
her arms
around his neck. "I think..." she said, placing
small kisses on his
forehead, temple, and cheek. "I think I could teach
you a lot of
things."
Jason murmured from deep in his throat. He tipped
his face up, settling
a soft kiss on her lips. "Like what?" he whispered
against her mouth,
trying to deepen the kiss.
Carly pulled away, laughing slightly. She shook
her head in a somewhat
scolding gesture before getting up and throwing his shirt
at him. "Like
how much fun the park can be on a beautiful day like
this!" she
exclaimed, beaming at him. Jason gave her a blank
stare. Carly grabbed
her brush, running it through her hair before pulling
him up. "Come
on!" she said, opening her front door and ushering him,
still only half
dressed, out. "Wait till you try Ben & Jerry's
ice cream!" Carly was
musing, as they made their way down the hall, stepping
over and
completely ignoring their pizza box.
Jason smiled to himself, somehow knowing that he'd have
fun no matter
what he did as long as Carly was there.
Next
Part
Innocence
Lost Menu
Main
Menu