See? I am getting better at coping with my new life :D
Here's the thing, I have sth like five chaps in a row almost ready. suivant one certainly is, and the part 3 is in progress and I think it will be ready par Sunday. So if toi leave a "check" below, I'll know when I can post part 2, alright? Here we go, hope toi enjoy the tension ;)
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Previously....
David sprawled himself some lower onto the couch. He smiled again “We are gonna see sparks I believe...”
“That’s way I wanna stay around....night’s not over yet”
He abandoned his head backwards “I’m just so tired...damn sleepy...and I have to stay up to be sure those two idiots know what they are doing...”
Katie plunged her cheek back into his shoulder “When’s the meeting?”
He closed his eyes, tiredly “Tomorrow at noon....well today actually....”
She pondered, “Are toi gonna told them?”
“You know” he started sarcastic “I can’t casually omit my two leading actors - one of whom is incidentally still legally married - the same one who have been accidentally been spotted making out in the parking lot par the chief...”
Katie lifted up her head suddenly “They have been caught?!”
“The hell yeah they WILL get caught one day, if they kept on like this...unless...”
She brought one hand to her chest “God toi gave me a cœur, coeur attack....”
“They will Kate and none would be around to cover their ass...” he a dit turning to her suddenly looking all worked-up and “...it’s just a matter of time. So better take the taureau, bull par the horns and come out straight about this thing, don’t toi think?!”
Katie watched seriously into his eyes. Then she smiled.
David arched a brow, suspiciously “What you’re smiling for?”
She reached out, holding one of cheek into her hand. Then kissed him lightly on the other one “You really are adorably thoughtful at times...”
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The room was filled with silence, a honey-like beam gradually creeping up on them; slowly, very very slowly yet. Gradually, it was coming to softly lighten all the objects already though, and pierce the air, in its intangible yet oddly palpable way.
A quiet early-morning dazzle shone and there was something inexplicably intimate about it. A feeling of surreal peacefulness enshrouded everything, as though carrying and nursing a final sense of closure. It felt like been dawning on them now, languidly, as exhaustion descended upon them. They would have never believe it to be possible just a few hours ago...
“That was you, my dear...” she taunted, still clinging tightly and lazily onto him, drowsy-eyed but with an obstinately tireless look on her face twinkling sideways at him.
“I smell a shameless rat here...” he said, without moving an inch “...you had just as many worries as me. You’re just used to being plus zen about stuff...it’s just a matter of training”
She fought back a tiny grin, “Yeah, I have a master-degree I specifically got to work with toi on 'How to not let yourself get sucked downward Dave’s spiral of negativity'...it was a summer course...”
David began to smile. A wide yawn escaped his mouth.
“Anyway don’t toi dare call it on me just now... I was playing NOT in your team....” Katie taunted “I knew we could make it, so as far as I’m concerned toi did it all on your own anyway Mama Drama” she quipped.
The yawn got choked into his mouth. He coughed up a laugh, “Mama Drama?! What is that?!”
She lifted up her brows, sardonically “Yeah, BIG Mama, Jesus....and quite fitting too if toi consider your fearful reputation Mr Puppet Muster....” she teased him.
David pulled his leg, stretching vers l'avant, vers l’avant “We were at a tipping point on the show....” he yawned, protesting tiredly with a slight smile still not leaving his lips though. He tried to sweep off the sleepiness par digging his fist into his eyes, rubbing them.
“We still are par the way....” he added, allusively.
Katie, left his shoulder. She nestled her head backwards and bury it between the soft velvet grey cushions of the sofa they were spread out onto.
“Oh I know...believe me...we have barely getting started”
It had been quite a hard stumbling upon, for several reasons - and even plenty as a matter of fact if one had looked at it from all the possible angles - however a couple, at least, surely stood out among them.
It had been hard stumbling upon, as a start, because the impact itself had been so. Just as simple as that. It had caused Lisa to give a sudden jerk, feeling like she had just been crashing against sheer stone. And in turn, it was not being the easiest thing now getting rid of this sudden familiar sense of juvenile upheaval building up inside her. Besides, none of them have certainly foresighted the chance to find oneself face-to-face ever so shortly; ou at least, as far as Hugh was concerned, ever so speechless.
Literally without a speech, he was thinking. And after having been mulling over so intensely (and uselessly apparently) for so long.
But mainly the thing was that having they chanced on one another, once more....this was it.
Fin de Partie as Stephen would have said.
Hugh was staring down at her, breathing slowly with a tight grip on his stomach. And he had no idea why Stephen knowing beaming face had suddenly appeared to be dancing behind his eyes, but something about it pushed him, with no apparent reason.
“Hi, I was just....”
It was a good start.
Definitely good, yeah
Very much, indeed, minus the part his voice had trailed off and died ‘cause she had been pronouncing the very same words at exactly the very same time.
But apart from that, it had been a fairly good incipit.
Yeah.
Four syllables of wildness and he had fallen into silence back again.
Just terrifically well thought and done.
Sure...
Lisa in the meanwhile could only stare back at him, being too much at loss between what had been working its way up inside her and she had thought she had been about to rush telling him just a few minutes il y a and the different it felt finding oneself now suddenly forced to be coping with the reality of it.
However, she felt something fluttering down again in her stomach. And it inexplicably pushed her to launch herself in, once more. Sort of.
“I thought....” they a dit together again.
Alright this was starting to definitely sound a little bit odd.
And now Hugh had the feeling even plus useless scanty words were whirled and spinning about his head, all the things he had been meaning to tell her floating off around him; like feathers streaming in the wind.
Until what he believed to see behind that tin-colored shade had his stomach knotting up tightly, again.
He furrowed, “Wait, were you....”
Lisa kept on waiting, watching him; ou just having no words for any of this. She still hadn’t made up her mind on her current emotional situation.
Hugh felt air like failing him, “Were you...like....I mean...like, like going already or, ou something?!”
It was the best he managed.
And, he knew it: it didn’t sound to make any sense if toi put it like this, but he couldn’t really get himself down to arrange his thought any better right now.
His words swirled incoherently into Lisa’s head, in fact. However one would have doubted it had any to do with the phrasing. Rather most likely one would have a dit it might have something to do with having never really taken this chance just as seriously as she wanted to think of herself.
Hugh instinctively reached to his left wrist, absentmindedly rubbing the bare skin around it. What time was it already?
And that was it. ‘Cause par the time he was about to speak again, she got it.
“Oh, no....” she a dit slowly catching up with what he meant.
Hugh’s stomach dropped again, he didn’t know why. But maybe it was because of the two-syllables answer.
He made a face “You sure?”
She goggled then, her head still spinning so much somehow she couldn’t quite properly think, “No, no, no, no...it’s nothing like that, of course not....I..”
But Hugh winced aching with each word “You really sure?! Cause toi definitely looked like being...”
Lisa shook her head, trying to stop him “No...” she said, her voice coming out slightly lower and suffering, sort of quivering “I swear, I was just...”
Hugh on his behalf was having quite an hard time breathing, “Liz, please, if toi are in a hurry I understand, I...” he paused, his cœur, coeur hammering like a road drill “Do toi need to go?”
Lisa opened her eyes wider, paining “NO!” she cried. She desperately wished to be able to say it, “You got it wrong....I wasn’t rushing.. I...”
“Liz honestly, talk to me...You can tell me, I won’t...”
“Hugh I swear I am talking to you, I am just...”
He brought one hand to his chest, “I just don’t want to intrude on you, honestly. Seriously...” he found himself telling her again. Words felt like slivers of glass digging into his lungs “So if toi were shooting yourself out ‘cause you’re in a hurry ou something, just tell me ok?” he heard himself begging.
And it really sounded like a begging to him; like a do it now and do it quick if toi had, but at least do it.
Lisa dropped her shoulders, breathing out with a sigh. She stared at Hugh who was staring at her who couldn’t yet find an harmless and not utterly petrifying way to tell him what she any possible réponses to would potentially had the power to destroy her.
She inhaled deeply in the end, breathing out with her mouth.
Hugh was looking at her. And for a divisé, split second, she even considered telling him again.
A faint uneasy smile touched her lips, “No, seriously. It’s ok. You’re not intruding...” she said, simply instead.
Hugh stood quiet, this time, just keeping on looking; while having the definite feeling she was keeping something from him at this point.
And it was killing him, of course, but he couldn’t let on, could he.
“Alright...” he said.
Lisa hinted to another little smile, “Alright...” she repeated.
A low roaring rumble from came from one downstairs. One of the trailers was being maneuvering. It crept in while a glaring beaming began to graze the white walls, flooding the hallway and filling the silence which had just fallen between them.
Jess squeezed his eyes, frowning. He raised his hand to shield.
The light was literally glaring. Too much. And then his head pounded, badly even. So badly. He had dry lips and a acide, sure taste into his mouth; let alone that explicable heartburn....
He squeezed his eyes again, tried to focus as rolling over onto his back, grunting silently. Blood pulsed through his temples.
He winced in pain, shielding again.
This was bad. This was SOOO bad.
This was starting to smell like a hangover.
He sank his head into the feather pillows, stretched one arm out as trying to make out some of the patchy faded images of the night before that went about in his head, when he touched something at his side.
He retracted his hand, whirling.
Then he dropped his jaw.
A hot-smoking twenty-something - God he hoped she was twenty-five, at least, was she?! - was peacefully dozing on her stomach at his side; with an insane tangle of impossibly wild and shiny dark brown hair spread onto her pillow.
And she was naked.
Jess stared up and down at her, wide-eyed. One of feet and snip of a knee poked under the sheet. He began to check himself down too, slowly lifting up the edge of his side of blanket, as if he seriously believed it possible she might have just crashed at his place in longing of a place to spend the night.
He quickly pulled the blanket back down, securing it to his chest.
Nope.
No mistake.
He was stark-naked, yep.
He took a short, deep breath, as pulled himself up from bed
Alright. This was VEERRY bad.
And starting to smell and TALK like a hangover.
A massive one.
He looked over to the girl again, trying to remember something. Everything. Some. Part.
Nothing.
A black hole.
He passed both hands over his face, rubbing it, while trying to recall the last thing he had been doing.
He glanced sideways at the chick at his side.
Ok, no.
Maybe not the last one but, the last one he remembered of.
He tried to focus.
Nothing.
Blankest than even.
He sighed and hauled himself out of bed, wincing for the pounding inside his head yet and sat on the edge.
He spent a couple of secondes looking over for something to slung on.
Where the hell had his clothes end up? He searched among the sheets, bent to look under the bed, stretched out over the hot-smoking-twenty-something - God she was barely 23 if he was lucky - to look past the bedside table, par the pile of newspapers and livres and stuff he had - who the hell have been rolling up down there?! And what was that Tobacco?! - when he suddenly froze and goggled remaining suspended in mid air, half-stretched over the girl.
The glass-door was open.
The one that gave into the swimming pool area, and there was a party of oie feathers streaming everywhere in the wind, while half of what was apparently not very much left of the filling of his his garden chaise-longue floated choreographically over the water of his pool.
He dropped his mouth open, slowly.
“What the fuck...” he whispered.
“Mmm...you awake already? What time is it?”
He jerked back with a start, stiffing onto his side of the bed.
“H...hi...ehm...it should...ehm...it should be...ehm...” he stumbled vers l'avant, vers l’avant to grab the watch on the bed-table “..ehm...” he furrowed his brows, striving to put the time into focus “....it’s...ehm...6.30 I guess...”
The smoking-hot-twenty-something rolled over onto her back. She pushed her hair backwards, with both hands, stretching with a smile, while keeping her eyes closed “I thought you’ll be gone already....” she mumbled, yawning “...something happened?”
Jess had a confused God-I-wish-I-know-the-answer-to-this-one look on his face “Ehm...wh...why, what should....”
The smoking-hot nuzzled up closer to him. The blanket drop off, discovering her breast.
He blinked, trying to not lose the thread “...ehm...should...should I...I...”
“I thought toi a dit there was that Friends of yours....”
Jess stared down at her, puzzled “Which friend of...”
“I am glad toi stayed, though...” she added.
She kept on having a tiny little smile dancing on her lips. She began teasing him with the tips of her fingers, sliding her hand...
“WHOA!!!” Jess cried, pushing her hand away, “Alright, slow down there, how old are you?!” he laughed.
The opened her eyes and rolled over onto her side “I am 25, toi already asked that question before...” she said.
And then suivant thing he knew she was seating astride on the bed, completely naked in front of him, moving her hips into his hands, a skin so silky and milky looking he could hardly remember having ever seen something like that before like and she was brushing her lips against his neck.
“Shall we stop talking now?” she whispered into his ear.
He smiled, shaking his head “I...still think....” the girl started working her way down to his chest. He breathed hard “I...I still feel like I’m forgetting some...maybe I should...oh God...”
The girl had just worked her way up again and crawled on haut, retour au début of him. She stopped herself an inch from his mouth, her breast pressed against him “If toi wanted some talk-time...” she softly whispered into his ear, as licking the back of it “maybe toi would have done better giving that lift to the airport to your friend and come back to me once....”
Jess sprang up, throwing her off him “Oh fuck!!”
The girl pushed herself back upright holding the blanket level with her breast now “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Jess began jigging about, stumbling everywhere, even plus desperate to find something to slug on now “MY FRIEND, THE AIRPORT...oh fuck, fuck, fuck!! How the hell did I forget! I’m a fucker!! GODDAMNIT! WHERE THE HELL IS MY STUFF!!!”
The hot-smoking something watched him astonished for a while.
Then she lay down again, coughing a little laugh.
“THERE’S NOTHING TO LAUGH ABOUT, THE MOTHERFUCKER I AM!!! FUCK , FUCK, FUCK !” he cried “HOW COULD I!?”
He hurled to the bathroom and furiously began fiddling with the water caps.
“Well I guess those five tequila shots and the four Havana Cokes might have played their role in it....” the girl shouted after him, calmly.
He splashed his face with both hands, over and over.
The feeling to be beyond stunned being always there, “Oh fuck , fuck fuck !!!”
“....but that’s just a small one, I guess...” she added, calmly “...the smoking pot part might have had the MAJOR ROLE ...” she finished humorously.
The noise of the water ceased abruptly. Jess jerked his head up. Water drops dripped from the end of his hair which were soaked wet and glued to his face “What?!”
They haven’t been doing many progress so far.
At least it wouldn’t certainly look like it to any external observer. A different rather accustomed one, though, would have definitely known the difference: the one between those who will be just self-consciously looking to each other for another undefinable quantity of useless secondes and two people whose looks basically stand for currently-floundering-inside-my-own-head-trying-to-remember-even-just-one-of-the-ways-I-had-thought-I-might-start-this-conversation-with.
Bottom line: and-coming-up-empty-headed.
Hugh DESPERATELY wished saying something. ANYTHING. But preferably, something which would sound nice and meaningful.
ou even just nice, fair enough.
ou smart at least.
At least coming up with a decent line. Something which sounded even just remotely good enough to have the semblance of a joke.
He DESPERATELY wished to be able to do that.
Lisa kept scrutinizing him, instead, without quite knowing - ou without quite wanting to know - which part of her she wished to believe to - ou better do.
Whether the one telling her he had just come to say goodbye - ‘cause no one could object thing were what they were between them, that was a fact; ou rather she wanted to listen to that soft low whispering inside her ear, suggesting that this might not be after all any easier on him than it was being on her.
It was very soft whisper. And like all of the whispers it talked persuading enough to suggest it would be sheer craziness pushing oneself further.
But then again, when toi found yourself facing something so blue silently tiptoeing to ask toi for way plus than toi could ever have back, what would toi do?
It was a decision which made itself at some point.
Lisa slowly found herself easing the door half-closed behind her. She didn’t stepped out the threshold completely, nor she looked up at him.
But she could sensed his eyes on her. She would be able to everywhere, always. And she made herself closer.
Hugh stiffed a bit, straightening up. He couldn’t restrain himself from checking around instinctually. But hallways being empty ou not he had a funny rush of blood to the head.
“What...what are toi doing?” he stammered.
Lisa lifted up her shoulders a little bit, speaking softly, “Shall I...shall I be honest for a sec?” she asked. Although the funny thing was it felt plus like she asking permission to oneself.
She flicked her eyes up to him shortly, while keeping her hands crossed behind her back, still grabbing on the knob.
She had barely covered enough l’espace to smell someone’s hair conditioner. ou the perfume they are wearing. ou perceive the heat a body is exuding.
But all the same a lot of blood seemed to be crashing about in his ears again, when those dark and freaking long eyelashes bat at him from such a security distance.
“Sure...” he gasped
Lisa hauled herself a little par levering on her hands.
She took a deep breath “I honestly feared...truth to be told...” she started slowly, pausing.
It felt like something wanted to go off inside her, really.
She breathed in again.
“...I honestly feared...you just would never montrer up” she finally managed.
Hugh had something very loudly buzzing in his ears.
And it took him a while to realize that the annoying droning was the very sound of his own incoherent thoughts, darting back and forth inside his head, like crazed kelps into a wasps’ nest.
Lisa rubbed her hands around the knob a little, glancing up at him again.
And that fawn-like stare of her sort of got him down to earth.
Sort of.
“You...you...I mean, were you?” he said, frowning a little.
Compared to the précédant four uttered syllables this might sound as an improvement of course. First it was an open question, an secondly there were at least seven syllables in that sentence right?
But then again, only if toi were used to cheated on spelling competitions counting the stammering.
Lisa gave another little dismissive shrug. And suddenly it felt that after having get past the wall, something were slowly loosening up inside her.
“It just felt like we didn’t have a chance to tell each other..." she swallowed over the word "goodbye...” .
She couldn’t stop hanging on to it, it was useless, it was stronger than her, while at the same time though, rationally railing against it.
Hugh, on his behalf, believed he knew one ou two things about having one’s mind railing.
“I mean...properly...I guess....” she added in a mumble.
In Hugh’s mind, the crazed-beehive-slash-wasps’-nest picture had in the meanwhile been replaced with that of a strange kind of pitched battle going on inside his head, as if a flock of little crazy fellows were throwing stuff off everywhere around it.
Lisa was still holding his stare, “Don’t toi think?” she asked.
He heaved a long deep breath then.
He looked into her eyes.
“Yes, I do. And I didn’t want to tell toi goodbye then, just as much as I certainly don’t want to do it now. ‘Cause I l’amour you, damn it, and it took me ages to say it. And I want toi to stay, fuck it. Here. With me. I want toi to stay. Please. Just stay, a little longer with me, screw the rest. I’ll tell everybody if that what toi need, and fuck the movie, fuck the show, fuck the gossip and the press, fuck it all. My kids will get it, I am sure, but just...just stay...please....”
It would have been a wonderful speech. Beautiful indeed. Minus the part he would very much likely ended up begging her, while perfectly knowing it was the wrongest thing ever to ask her if even just half of those words had any meaning at all.
“I know...” he simply whispered down to her instead.
But then it would have been too much asking himself to restrain altogether.
Here's the thing, I have sth like five chaps in a row almost ready. suivant one certainly is, and the part 3 is in progress and I think it will be ready par Sunday. So if toi leave a "check" below, I'll know when I can post part 2, alright? Here we go, hope toi enjoy the tension ;)
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Previously....
David sprawled himself some lower onto the couch. He smiled again “We are gonna see sparks I believe...”
“That’s way I wanna stay around....night’s not over yet”
He abandoned his head backwards “I’m just so tired...damn sleepy...and I have to stay up to be sure those two idiots know what they are doing...”
Katie plunged her cheek back into his shoulder “When’s the meeting?”
He closed his eyes, tiredly “Tomorrow at noon....well today actually....”
She pondered, “Are toi gonna told them?”
“You know” he started sarcastic “I can’t casually omit my two leading actors - one of whom is incidentally still legally married - the same one who have been accidentally been spotted making out in the parking lot par the chief...”
Katie lifted up her head suddenly “They have been caught?!”
“The hell yeah they WILL get caught one day, if they kept on like this...unless...”
She brought one hand to her chest “God toi gave me a cœur, coeur attack....”
“They will Kate and none would be around to cover their ass...” he a dit turning to her suddenly looking all worked-up and “...it’s just a matter of time. So better take the taureau, bull par the horns and come out straight about this thing, don’t toi think?!”
Katie watched seriously into his eyes. Then she smiled.
David arched a brow, suspiciously “What you’re smiling for?”
She reached out, holding one of cheek into her hand. Then kissed him lightly on the other one “You really are adorably thoughtful at times...”
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The room was filled with silence, a honey-like beam gradually creeping up on them; slowly, very very slowly yet. Gradually, it was coming to softly lighten all the objects already though, and pierce the air, in its intangible yet oddly palpable way.
A quiet early-morning dazzle shone and there was something inexplicably intimate about it. A feeling of surreal peacefulness enshrouded everything, as though carrying and nursing a final sense of closure. It felt like been dawning on them now, languidly, as exhaustion descended upon them. They would have never believe it to be possible just a few hours ago...
“That was you, my dear...” she taunted, still clinging tightly and lazily onto him, drowsy-eyed but with an obstinately tireless look on her face twinkling sideways at him.
“I smell a shameless rat here...” he said, without moving an inch “...you had just as many worries as me. You’re just used to being plus zen about stuff...it’s just a matter of training”
She fought back a tiny grin, “Yeah, I have a master-degree I specifically got to work with toi on 'How to not let yourself get sucked downward Dave’s spiral of negativity'...it was a summer course...”
David began to smile. A wide yawn escaped his mouth.
“Anyway don’t toi dare call it on me just now... I was playing NOT in your team....” Katie taunted “I knew we could make it, so as far as I’m concerned toi did it all on your own anyway Mama Drama” she quipped.
The yawn got choked into his mouth. He coughed up a laugh, “Mama Drama?! What is that?!”
She lifted up her brows, sardonically “Yeah, BIG Mama, Jesus....and quite fitting too if toi consider your fearful reputation Mr Puppet Muster....” she teased him.
David pulled his leg, stretching vers l'avant, vers l’avant “We were at a tipping point on the show....” he yawned, protesting tiredly with a slight smile still not leaving his lips though. He tried to sweep off the sleepiness par digging his fist into his eyes, rubbing them.
“We still are par the way....” he added, allusively.
Katie, left his shoulder. She nestled her head backwards and bury it between the soft velvet grey cushions of the sofa they were spread out onto.
“Oh I know...believe me...we have barely getting started”
It had been quite a hard stumbling upon, for several reasons - and even plenty as a matter of fact if one had looked at it from all the possible angles - however a couple, at least, surely stood out among them.
It had been hard stumbling upon, as a start, because the impact itself had been so. Just as simple as that. It had caused Lisa to give a sudden jerk, feeling like she had just been crashing against sheer stone. And in turn, it was not being the easiest thing now getting rid of this sudden familiar sense of juvenile upheaval building up inside her. Besides, none of them have certainly foresighted the chance to find oneself face-to-face ever so shortly; ou at least, as far as Hugh was concerned, ever so speechless.
Literally without a speech, he was thinking. And after having been mulling over so intensely (and uselessly apparently) for so long.
But mainly the thing was that having they chanced on one another, once more....this was it.
Fin de Partie as Stephen would have said.
Hugh was staring down at her, breathing slowly with a tight grip on his stomach. And he had no idea why Stephen knowing beaming face had suddenly appeared to be dancing behind his eyes, but something about it pushed him, with no apparent reason.
“Hi, I was just....”
It was a good start.
Definitely good, yeah
Very much, indeed, minus the part his voice had trailed off and died ‘cause she had been pronouncing the very same words at exactly the very same time.
But apart from that, it had been a fairly good incipit.
Yeah.
Four syllables of wildness and he had fallen into silence back again.
Just terrifically well thought and done.
Sure...
Lisa in the meanwhile could only stare back at him, being too much at loss between what had been working its way up inside her and she had thought she had been about to rush telling him just a few minutes il y a and the different it felt finding oneself now suddenly forced to be coping with the reality of it.
However, she felt something fluttering down again in her stomach. And it inexplicably pushed her to launch herself in, once more. Sort of.
“I thought....” they a dit together again.
Alright this was starting to definitely sound a little bit odd.
And now Hugh had the feeling even plus useless scanty words were whirled and spinning about his head, all the things he had been meaning to tell her floating off around him; like feathers streaming in the wind.
Until what he believed to see behind that tin-colored shade had his stomach knotting up tightly, again.
He furrowed, “Wait, were you....”
Lisa kept on waiting, watching him; ou just having no words for any of this. She still hadn’t made up her mind on her current emotional situation.
Hugh felt air like failing him, “Were you...like....I mean...like, like going already or, ou something?!”
It was the best he managed.
And, he knew it: it didn’t sound to make any sense if toi put it like this, but he couldn’t really get himself down to arrange his thought any better right now.
His words swirled incoherently into Lisa’s head, in fact. However one would have doubted it had any to do with the phrasing. Rather most likely one would have a dit it might have something to do with having never really taken this chance just as seriously as she wanted to think of herself.
Hugh instinctively reached to his left wrist, absentmindedly rubbing the bare skin around it. What time was it already?
And that was it. ‘Cause par the time he was about to speak again, she got it.
“Oh, no....” she a dit slowly catching up with what he meant.
Hugh’s stomach dropped again, he didn’t know why. But maybe it was because of the two-syllables answer.
He made a face “You sure?”
She goggled then, her head still spinning so much somehow she couldn’t quite properly think, “No, no, no, no...it’s nothing like that, of course not....I..”
But Hugh winced aching with each word “You really sure?! Cause toi definitely looked like being...”
Lisa shook her head, trying to stop him “No...” she said, her voice coming out slightly lower and suffering, sort of quivering “I swear, I was just...”
Hugh on his behalf was having quite an hard time breathing, “Liz, please, if toi are in a hurry I understand, I...” he paused, his cœur, coeur hammering like a road drill “Do toi need to go?”
Lisa opened her eyes wider, paining “NO!” she cried. She desperately wished to be able to say it, “You got it wrong....I wasn’t rushing.. I...”
“Liz honestly, talk to me...You can tell me, I won’t...”
“Hugh I swear I am talking to you, I am just...”
He brought one hand to his chest, “I just don’t want to intrude on you, honestly. Seriously...” he found himself telling her again. Words felt like slivers of glass digging into his lungs “So if toi were shooting yourself out ‘cause you’re in a hurry ou something, just tell me ok?” he heard himself begging.
And it really sounded like a begging to him; like a do it now and do it quick if toi had, but at least do it.
Lisa dropped her shoulders, breathing out with a sigh. She stared at Hugh who was staring at her who couldn’t yet find an harmless and not utterly petrifying way to tell him what she any possible réponses to would potentially had the power to destroy her.
She inhaled deeply in the end, breathing out with her mouth.
Hugh was looking at her. And for a divisé, split second, she even considered telling him again.
A faint uneasy smile touched her lips, “No, seriously. It’s ok. You’re not intruding...” she said, simply instead.
Hugh stood quiet, this time, just keeping on looking; while having the definite feeling she was keeping something from him at this point.
And it was killing him, of course, but he couldn’t let on, could he.
“Alright...” he said.
Lisa hinted to another little smile, “Alright...” she repeated.
A low roaring rumble from came from one downstairs. One of the trailers was being maneuvering. It crept in while a glaring beaming began to graze the white walls, flooding the hallway and filling the silence which had just fallen between them.
Jess squeezed his eyes, frowning. He raised his hand to shield.
The light was literally glaring. Too much. And then his head pounded, badly even. So badly. He had dry lips and a acide, sure taste into his mouth; let alone that explicable heartburn....
He squeezed his eyes again, tried to focus as rolling over onto his back, grunting silently. Blood pulsed through his temples.
He winced in pain, shielding again.
This was bad. This was SOOO bad.
This was starting to smell like a hangover.
He sank his head into the feather pillows, stretched one arm out as trying to make out some of the patchy faded images of the night before that went about in his head, when he touched something at his side.
He retracted his hand, whirling.
Then he dropped his jaw.
A hot-smoking twenty-something - God he hoped she was twenty-five, at least, was she?! - was peacefully dozing on her stomach at his side; with an insane tangle of impossibly wild and shiny dark brown hair spread onto her pillow.
And she was naked.
Jess stared up and down at her, wide-eyed. One of feet and snip of a knee poked under the sheet. He began to check himself down too, slowly lifting up the edge of his side of blanket, as if he seriously believed it possible she might have just crashed at his place in longing of a place to spend the night.
He quickly pulled the blanket back down, securing it to his chest.
Nope.
No mistake.
He was stark-naked, yep.
He took a short, deep breath, as pulled himself up from bed
Alright. This was VEERRY bad.
And starting to smell and TALK like a hangover.
A massive one.
He looked over to the girl again, trying to remember something. Everything. Some. Part.
Nothing.
A black hole.
He passed both hands over his face, rubbing it, while trying to recall the last thing he had been doing.
He glanced sideways at the chick at his side.
Ok, no.
Maybe not the last one but, the last one he remembered of.
He tried to focus.
Nothing.
Blankest than even.
He sighed and hauled himself out of bed, wincing for the pounding inside his head yet and sat on the edge.
He spent a couple of secondes looking over for something to slung on.
Where the hell had his clothes end up? He searched among the sheets, bent to look under the bed, stretched out over the hot-smoking-twenty-something - God she was barely 23 if he was lucky - to look past the bedside table, par the pile of newspapers and livres and stuff he had - who the hell have been rolling up down there?! And what was that Tobacco?! - when he suddenly froze and goggled remaining suspended in mid air, half-stretched over the girl.
The glass-door was open.
The one that gave into the swimming pool area, and there was a party of oie feathers streaming everywhere in the wind, while half of what was apparently not very much left of the filling of his his garden chaise-longue floated choreographically over the water of his pool.
He dropped his mouth open, slowly.
“What the fuck...” he whispered.
“Mmm...you awake already? What time is it?”
He jerked back with a start, stiffing onto his side of the bed.
“H...hi...ehm...it should...ehm...it should be...ehm...” he stumbled vers l'avant, vers l’avant to grab the watch on the bed-table “..ehm...” he furrowed his brows, striving to put the time into focus “....it’s...ehm...6.30 I guess...”
The smoking-hot-twenty-something rolled over onto her back. She pushed her hair backwards, with both hands, stretching with a smile, while keeping her eyes closed “I thought you’ll be gone already....” she mumbled, yawning “...something happened?”
Jess had a confused God-I-wish-I-know-the-answer-to-this-one look on his face “Ehm...wh...why, what should....”
The smoking-hot nuzzled up closer to him. The blanket drop off, discovering her breast.
He blinked, trying to not lose the thread “...ehm...should...should I...I...”
“I thought toi a dit there was that Friends of yours....”
Jess stared down at her, puzzled “Which friend of...”
“I am glad toi stayed, though...” she added.
She kept on having a tiny little smile dancing on her lips. She began teasing him with the tips of her fingers, sliding her hand...
“WHOA!!!” Jess cried, pushing her hand away, “Alright, slow down there, how old are you?!” he laughed.
The opened her eyes and rolled over onto her side “I am 25, toi already asked that question before...” she said.
And then suivant thing he knew she was seating astride on the bed, completely naked in front of him, moving her hips into his hands, a skin so silky and milky looking he could hardly remember having ever seen something like that before like and she was brushing her lips against his neck.
“Shall we stop talking now?” she whispered into his ear.
He smiled, shaking his head “I...still think....” the girl started working her way down to his chest. He breathed hard “I...I still feel like I’m forgetting some...maybe I should...oh God...”
The girl had just worked her way up again and crawled on haut, retour au début of him. She stopped herself an inch from his mouth, her breast pressed against him “If toi wanted some talk-time...” she softly whispered into his ear, as licking the back of it “maybe toi would have done better giving that lift to the airport to your friend and come back to me once....”
Jess sprang up, throwing her off him “Oh fuck!!”
The girl pushed herself back upright holding the blanket level with her breast now “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Jess began jigging about, stumbling everywhere, even plus desperate to find something to slug on now “MY FRIEND, THE AIRPORT...oh fuck, fuck, fuck!! How the hell did I forget! I’m a fucker!! GODDAMNIT! WHERE THE HELL IS MY STUFF!!!”
The hot-smoking something watched him astonished for a while.
Then she lay down again, coughing a little laugh.
“THERE’S NOTHING TO LAUGH ABOUT, THE MOTHERFUCKER I AM!!! FUCK , FUCK, FUCK !” he cried “HOW COULD I!?”
He hurled to the bathroom and furiously began fiddling with the water caps.
“Well I guess those five tequila shots and the four Havana Cokes might have played their role in it....” the girl shouted after him, calmly.
He splashed his face with both hands, over and over.
The feeling to be beyond stunned being always there, “Oh fuck , fuck fuck !!!”
“....but that’s just a small one, I guess...” she added, calmly “...the smoking pot part might have had the MAJOR ROLE ...” she finished humorously.
The noise of the water ceased abruptly. Jess jerked his head up. Water drops dripped from the end of his hair which were soaked wet and glued to his face “What?!”
They haven’t been doing many progress so far.
At least it wouldn’t certainly look like it to any external observer. A different rather accustomed one, though, would have definitely known the difference: the one between those who will be just self-consciously looking to each other for another undefinable quantity of useless secondes and two people whose looks basically stand for currently-floundering-inside-my-own-head-trying-to-remember-even-just-one-of-the-ways-I-had-thought-I-might-start-this-conversation-with.
Bottom line: and-coming-up-empty-headed.
Hugh DESPERATELY wished saying something. ANYTHING. But preferably, something which would sound nice and meaningful.
ou even just nice, fair enough.
ou smart at least.
At least coming up with a decent line. Something which sounded even just remotely good enough to have the semblance of a joke.
He DESPERATELY wished to be able to do that.
Lisa kept scrutinizing him, instead, without quite knowing - ou without quite wanting to know - which part of her she wished to believe to - ou better do.
Whether the one telling her he had just come to say goodbye - ‘cause no one could object thing were what they were between them, that was a fact; ou rather she wanted to listen to that soft low whispering inside her ear, suggesting that this might not be after all any easier on him than it was being on her.
It was very soft whisper. And like all of the whispers it talked persuading enough to suggest it would be sheer craziness pushing oneself further.
But then again, when toi found yourself facing something so blue silently tiptoeing to ask toi for way plus than toi could ever have back, what would toi do?
It was a decision which made itself at some point.
Lisa slowly found herself easing the door half-closed behind her. She didn’t stepped out the threshold completely, nor she looked up at him.
But she could sensed his eyes on her. She would be able to everywhere, always. And she made herself closer.
Hugh stiffed a bit, straightening up. He couldn’t restrain himself from checking around instinctually. But hallways being empty ou not he had a funny rush of blood to the head.
“What...what are toi doing?” he stammered.
Lisa lifted up her shoulders a little bit, speaking softly, “Shall I...shall I be honest for a sec?” she asked. Although the funny thing was it felt plus like she asking permission to oneself.
She flicked her eyes up to him shortly, while keeping her hands crossed behind her back, still grabbing on the knob.
She had barely covered enough l’espace to smell someone’s hair conditioner. ou the perfume they are wearing. ou perceive the heat a body is exuding.
But all the same a lot of blood seemed to be crashing about in his ears again, when those dark and freaking long eyelashes bat at him from such a security distance.
“Sure...” he gasped
Lisa hauled herself a little par levering on her hands.
She took a deep breath “I honestly feared...truth to be told...” she started slowly, pausing.
It felt like something wanted to go off inside her, really.
She breathed in again.
“...I honestly feared...you just would never montrer up” she finally managed.
Hugh had something very loudly buzzing in his ears.
And it took him a while to realize that the annoying droning was the very sound of his own incoherent thoughts, darting back and forth inside his head, like crazed kelps into a wasps’ nest.
Lisa rubbed her hands around the knob a little, glancing up at him again.
And that fawn-like stare of her sort of got him down to earth.
Sort of.
“You...you...I mean, were you?” he said, frowning a little.
Compared to the précédant four uttered syllables this might sound as an improvement of course. First it was an open question, an secondly there were at least seven syllables in that sentence right?
But then again, only if toi were used to cheated on spelling competitions counting the stammering.
Lisa gave another little dismissive shrug. And suddenly it felt that after having get past the wall, something were slowly loosening up inside her.
“It just felt like we didn’t have a chance to tell each other..." she swallowed over the word "goodbye...” .
She couldn’t stop hanging on to it, it was useless, it was stronger than her, while at the same time though, rationally railing against it.
Hugh, on his behalf, believed he knew one ou two things about having one’s mind railing.
“I mean...properly...I guess....” she added in a mumble.
In Hugh’s mind, the crazed-beehive-slash-wasps’-nest picture had in the meanwhile been replaced with that of a strange kind of pitched battle going on inside his head, as if a flock of little crazy fellows were throwing stuff off everywhere around it.
Lisa was still holding his stare, “Don’t toi think?” she asked.
He heaved a long deep breath then.
He looked into her eyes.
“Yes, I do. And I didn’t want to tell toi goodbye then, just as much as I certainly don’t want to do it now. ‘Cause I l’amour you, damn it, and it took me ages to say it. And I want toi to stay, fuck it. Here. With me. I want toi to stay. Please. Just stay, a little longer with me, screw the rest. I’ll tell everybody if that what toi need, and fuck the movie, fuck the show, fuck the gossip and the press, fuck it all. My kids will get it, I am sure, but just...just stay...please....”
It would have been a wonderful speech. Beautiful indeed. Minus the part he would very much likely ended up begging her, while perfectly knowing it was the wrongest thing ever to ask her if even just half of those words had any meaning at all.
“I know...” he simply whispered down to her instead.
But then it would have been too much asking himself to restrain altogether.
