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Delicate [May. 20th, 2007|03:18 pm]
Intergalactical Frisbee


Title: Delicate
Author: purpleelephant over at the Team Talk boards
Rating: R
Author Notes/Comments: I didn't write this, but the author has graciously given me permission to post this here, as I am in love with this story, and believe you all will be as well. Italicized parts will be in the past, normal fonts will be the present. Leave comments and let her know what you think of the story! I'm sure she'd love to read them!

This story was inspired by the song Delicate by Damien Rice

CHAPTER FOUR – “It's not that we're scared, it's just that it's delicate…”


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I’m late yet again, stupid me and my persistent knack for being constantly behind schedule for absolutely everything. I slept in, and now I am scrambling around my apartment trying to find all the things I need for my afternoon meeting with a prominent magazine in England. And of course, on this day of all days, I am unable to find my keys.

My house is a mess; a complete pig sty that is littered with clothing, papers, undeveloped prints, dishware and such everywhere. I’ve been pre-occupied and I’ve fallen behind. I haven’t been sleeping much either, but that is a whole different story.

I run up to my bedroom, frantically rifling through clothing sprawled all over the floor, flinging fabric up over my head as I search for those small metal pieces that are now making me even more late. I crouch by my bed and start rummaging through the pile of clothing there. I’m about to throw another article of clothing over my head and behind me when I realize what I’m holding.

A pair of boxer shorts. How did he manage to forget these? Oh God, this is the main reason I slept in, the main reason behind my frazzled and manic state; I have been distracted. But I use distraction in the best sense of the word.

I’m exhausted; the lack of sleep is starting to take its toll on me. I’m sure I look a state; a complete and utter mess. Going a month without regular sleep can tire out the best of them. I can’t remember the last time I managed to sleep the entire night without being interrupted. Actually I take that back; the last time I slept through the night was 2 weeks ago when Dougie was away up north on some sort of promotional tour thing. That night, I had managed to fall asleep, after much tossing and turning. I hate to say it, but I think I missed the warm body next to me as I was falling asleep. I shouldn’t miss him really.

I pause for a second, staring at the cartoon character-clad fabric in my hand, uncontrollably smiling while my eyes roam over it. My mind flashes back to the nights; the nights when he sneaks over and gently knocks on my door, when he comes over and grabs me, having his way with me. I enjoy ever second of it; relishing in the feel of his body pressed up against mine as his hands slowly stroke down my body. Just the thought of his lips on mine gives me a momentary hot flash, finding myself slightly warm and suffocated in my bedroom.

I drop the boxers, stepping away, and focusing back on the task at hand. You’re late Jac, and you have to find your car keys. I bend down, pressing my stomach to the carpet and peer under my bed. And there, lying completely still and almost mocking me, are the set of keys I have been frantically searching for.

“Aha!” I exclaim.

How the hell did they get UNDER my bed? I search my mind quickly and smile yet again. I remember last night when I got home from work very late, and was met by Dougie pulling me from the front porch impatiently and pushing me up against the door as soon as I managed to step inside my house. I hadn’t even had a chance to get out of my work clothes, put down my stuff, or as I see now, put away my keys. He just started grabbing at my clothing and leading me up the stairs to the bedroom. And I guess in our entanglement of passion, along with clothing, the keys got discarded and thrown aside.

Snap out of it Jac, you’re late! My mind whips back into gear, and yells at me for wasting even more time reminiscing about my late night escapades with a certain smouldering neighbour. Yes he has upgraded from hot to smouldering. It’s only appropriate in my mind.

I pound down the stairs and grab my bag, the files and my portfolio. I step out the door, quickly jabbing the new found keys into the lock and turning abruptly. I keep my head down, focusing on making my way to the car and trying not to be even more late than I already am.

“Oi! Jac!” I hear a loud voice call after me.

My head whips up and I am met by 2 of my 4 new neighbours standing around on the porch at an open door. My heart does a small somersault and I can feel the muscles tense ever so slightly as I see his face. He looks amazing as usual; the lack of sleep hasn’t affected him in the slightest. I can feel heat start to rush up to my cheeks and I give him a feeble curl of the lips; not a smile, a smile would be giving too much away to the outside world.

“Hi Danny,” I smile, exhaling a little too loudly for my liking as I steal a glance of Dougie’s face; trying to soothe these new found nerves at seeing him again.

“Alright?” he asks, making polite small talk.

“Yeah, just frazzled and slightly late for work,” I answer, giving him a small smile as I pause on the stairs.

“Oh well, I won’t keep you, just wanted to say that haven’t seen you much since the barbecue and was thinking that we should hang out sometime. We’re playing somewhere around here in a few months, if you’d like to come and see us play?” he asks.

See now that is sweet. I barely know the guy and he’s inviting me to see his band. But it shouldn’t really be HIM who is inviting me now should it? A certain sheepish looking boy, who is now standing silent next to his band mate, should be asking whether I would like to come and see HIM play. After all, we are shagging right? Wrong; I guess it doesn’t happen with the whole ‘sneaking around’ business now does it?

“That sounds awesome, very kind of you Danny,” I answer, flashing him a big smile, giving Dougie a fleeting look as I emphasize the word ‘you’.

“Well we are neighbours, only common sense eh? Right Doug?” he asks, poking Dougie in the side as he doesn’t respond.

“Right,” he mumbles, dropping his stare from me.

So he speaks. He is capable of speech in the light of the day. But I guess not for me. But you can’t be worrying about this now can you Jac? You’re late, you have to go!

“I’m sorry, but I really do have to go,” I excuse myself.

“Right, no problem, we’ll talk about it later,” Danny answers, waving his hand slightly telling me bye.

I look one last time at Danny, and then my eyes shift to Dougie. His eyes meet mine for a mere moment and then they drop, as both boys turn around and head back into the house. I guess that’s all I get for now from him.

“Bye guys,” I shout back and hurry towards the car.

Sitting in the car, I pause and take a deep breath, steadying my nerves from my encounter and slowing my racing heart. All I did was pass by him, he didn’t even talk to me, and I get this worked up? This is not healthy Jac. I turn the ignition and the music starts to blare. I quickly glance around and check to make sure I have everything.

My head whips up as I hear the passenger door open and a form sits down beside me. I smile as I see the face stare back at me. Dougie. I catch a whiff of his clean smell as he enters the car and closes the door swiftly behind him.

“What are you doing?” I ask, glancing up to the porch to see if Danny is still there. No one.

“He’s gone inside,” he answers, seeing my eyes dart to the side.

“Oh.” A moment of awkward silence.

“What are you doing Dougie?” I ask again, always unsure of what will happen next with him around.

“Hi,” he breathes out, staring intently into my eyes.

“Oh so he speaks eh?” I muse, leaning back against the driver door.

“I didn’t want to give anything away,” he says, looking down briefly before meeting my eyes again,

“You could have at least said hi, I don’t have a plague or anything. Neighbours do say hi to each other you know,” I tell him, my mouth curling into a smile the entire time, even though it’s slightly painful to be ignored in such a fashion after being in his arms only hours before.

“Hi,” he repeats in an exhale, smiling softly at me.

“Not now, you know what I meant.”

His head darts from side to side suddenly, his eyes following as he scans the surroundings. What the hell is he doing? As he turns his attention back to me, his eyes lock with mine and he leans forward. He brings his hand up to me swiftly, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck and pulls me forward roughly. Our lips crash together in an urgent kiss. His mouth moves immediately, lips sliding over mine as his tongue parts my own. I exhale loudly, my body finally responding as my hand flies up to his shirt and grabs a handful of fabric, wanting to pull him in even closer.

He breaks the kiss, pulling away and licking his lips slowly. I inhale deeply, unable to speak from the mind-blowing assault. His hand drops from my neck and I let go of the fabric in mine.

“Have a good day at work,” he mumbles, leaning in for one more peck on my numb lips.

And with that, he turns to the door, and steps out, slamming it as he walks away. He turns back ever so slightly and gives me a wink, before running up the stairs two at a time and into his house, the door closing behind him. Wow. When things like that happen, I forget about the ignoring bit and just crumble.

I snap back and glance at the clock quickly as I rub my lips, a small buzzing sensation filling the slightly swollen flesh. Fuck, now I’m even more late. I am never going to hear the end of it from my boss. I can’t help to think, ‘but it was worth it’ as I drive away from my house.

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