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Sorry for the long wait! As some of you know, my old computer has lived its life. Flat lined about a month ago... There I was with back-ups in hand, waiting for my new laptop to arrive; delayed, because of another problem I won't bore you with. After a week or 5 later, she's finally here and we can get back to business.
If this chapter seems a bit everywhere, forgive me... it wasn't at all flowing right. It gave me a headache and I was demotivated for almost a week before I made the decision to cut off a huge part. And then towards the end, I got tired of it and just wanted to get it DONE!
(lack of pictures says it all)
But enough of that... go read!
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Warnings:
**Adult situations, Nudity**
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Jane jumped back when the door suddenly opened and she
was once again greeted with the naked torso she got all up close and personal
with just a day and a half ago. With her luck, of course she'd get the right
room immediately.
'Hello Jane' Damian said smiling and leaned against the
doorpost. Does he always dress like that,
or un-dress like that when he's at home? Or are they simply his PJ's? Jane
willed herself to keep her sight limited to just his face -as if that would
help-
'How...' she cleared her throat to release more voice,
'How did you know it was me?'
'Your shadow was cast underneath the door. When no one
knocked I got suspicious... but I did sneak a peek through that little hole,
right there' he pointed at the door behind him. 'So I decided to save you the
trouble of knocking since you were just
about to' he laughed.
Jane noticed that when he laughed it reached his entire
face, especially his eyes. They had a sparkle in them...
'Please, come in' he offered, stepping to the side to let
her through. Jane was contemplating if that'd be a good idea and looked down
the hall she came from. There was a bench at the end...
'I promise I won't bite...'
'...hard' he added watching her face as she walked passed
him. It was enough to make her look up at him, that's for sure.
In contrast to the cold exterior of the motel, the room
was decorated in brown and cream creating a very intimate setting. Intimate, now there's a word! Jane
thought, taking another step inside. She only turned around at the sound of the
door closing.
'Don't look at me like that'
'Like what?' Damian asked, still grinning.
'I don't know, like that! Like you've seen me naked'
If possible the grin on his face widened a few inches and
he let his eyes wander. From her eyes to her waist then lower towards her feet.
All the while he said nothing and just tipped his head to the side when he met
her eyes again.
'Oh my God!' Jane exclaimed, 'You haven't h-have you?
Damian laughed at her
distresses expression. 'Relax, no, I haven't'
'Oh' she breathed out, wondering how long she had been
holding her breath. 'It's just Julie wouldn't tell me and... I'm glad nothing
happened...'
'I didn't say nothing happened. Just that I didn't see
you naked. Some things don't require the removal of clothes, you know'
Her face went completely white at those words. 'Damian,
I'm serious! What happened two nights ago?'
'Well...' He moved away from the door and searched for
something in his suitcase, '...it started with some dancing... then cuddling...
kissing...'
He walked back to where she stood nailed to the floor,
with something in his hand; he was looking at it.
'Rin made it sound worse than it actually was, so I
called in a buddy from the club and he emailed me this, this morning. I don't
think this screams of desperation. It certainly didn't feel that way... what do
you think?' he said, turning the piece of paper around. It was a photo of the
two of them latched onto each other with both lips and bodies.
'Oh no...' Jane whispered taking the picture with her
free hand. Damian noticed she still held onto her briefcase, every now and then
switching arms, when there was a perfectly able surface just behind her. He
wondered if there was a special reason for that?
'Oh no...' she whispered again and again.
'I'm a regular at the club, so those booth-cams should've
been turned off, but I'm kind of glad they weren't. That's a nice souvenir'
Jane didn't even hear him. 'How did this happen? I don't
remember any of this- why do you remember?'
'I've been ordering that drink for a few years now Jane.
Surely I've built up some resistance to its effects'
'The drink? Effects? Why would you need to build up
resistance?' she knew the answer to her question before she even asked it, but
it flew out anyway.
'So it can't be used to drug me. Kind of obvious no?'
'You DRUGGED me?' Jane didn't think hearing it out loud
instead of just thinking it would upset her so much.
'No, Jane, I didn't! You ordered that drink all on your
own remember. I had nothing to do with it' he held up his arms.
'Nothing to do w... You could've told me- you SHOULD'VE
told me!' she flared, poking a finger in his chest. God, his chest was distracting even in her angry state. 'You don't
care about other's feelings- about how I
felt'
'Oh, I know what you felt, trust me'
'I said 'how'
not 'what' you inconsiderate bastard'
Jane lifted her hand, aiming for his face, but he caught it just as fast. The
laughter gone from his face replaced by a deep frown.
'Inconsiderate, am I?'
Jane tried to pull her hand free from his grasp. Can you
spell vice-grip?
'If I was as inconsiderate as you say, I would've slept
with you that night. And with the fire you tackled me with it would've been a
sheet-wrestle to remember. It's because I used my head that the only thing that
happened is there on that picture'
Damian's eyes drilled a path through hers down to the
very center of her being and even though she was still trying to free her hand,
she couldn't look away.
'I'm glad I didn't tell you about the drink. We would've
never known otherwise...'
'Known what?' Jane asked, her voice a bit squeaky.
He closed in the space between them, moving forward while
slightly pulling her towards him. 'That you're as attracted to me as I am to
you'
'I-I'm not attracted to you'
'Really?' Damian countered. Before Jane had a chance to
register what was happening the briefcase she was clutching to prevent any rash
actions from either her or him, was on the floor and she was underneath him on
the bed.
'Damian!' she exclaimed, flailing her arms in front of
her before he pinned them on the bed above her head.
'Darling Jane; Aphro disagrees with you on that... and so
does your body. It's warmer now. Even your heart is beating faster...' he let
his free hand caress the side of her body from her elbow to her waist and back
up, '...just like that night'
Jane shook her head from side to side. 'I was drunk...'
'On desire, yes, nothing else. Aphrodite is a virgin
cocktail'
'I-I was drunk...' Jane held on.
'Okay, fine, you were drunk! ...but you aren't now...
what's to stop me this time?' he nuzzled her jaw line, taking in her sweet
scent.
'I- have to go home a...'
Damian took possession of her lips to drown out her
words. 'No, you don't...'
Her cheeks colored at the feel of her body betraying her.
His kiss was passionate, rough and very demanding. If it weren't for air, she
would find no mercy at all. 'Jean... prophecy' she managed before being
attacked by his mouth once more.
'Hmm, let the elders handle
it'
With one skilled hand, Damian removed her waist-belt and
was now moving under her top across bare skin. He caressed her breasts through
her bra.
Jane had to think of something to make him stop before
this got out of hand... MORE out of hand... but it all felt so good, so
right... Had it really been that long? she wondered.
She hissed when he pinched her nipple, but felt the
after-effects of the sting way down in her pants. Damian smiled when her cheeks
colored again; a deeper red this time. She was very responsive and in no time
her nipples rose up in search of his hand. He removed his hand from under her
top to tease the now visible nubs on the outside. Jane closed her eyes and
gasped when he bit one; leaving a wet stain on her top. She wiggled her body
and arms to try to free them. Not sure anymore if it was to push him away or to
pull him closer...
Damian's mouth left
her right breast and travelled back up her neck, licking and nibbling along the
way. Jane suddenly arched her back and let out a moan so loud it scared her.
'Yes, I remembered you liked that' Damian whispered,
before sucking on the spot between her collarbone and neck again.
Jane bit her lip hard to keep from screaming it out. He
was working her body like it had never been done before and she felt a shiver
move down the side of her body. Jane was beside herself with the feel of it
all. She purred softly and arched her back again. It was Damian's turn to moan
now. Her movement had caused her thigh to rub against the front of his pajama
pants. He became strangely aware of the bulge, begging to be freed. Readjusting
himself to make it more bearable, he turned a bit to the side and refocused his
attention on Jane.
She felt another shiver down the side of her body. Her
eyes flew open when Damian fumbled with her jeans-belt, realizing the shiver
was actually his hands moving down. She looked down and saw him remove her
belt... with both hands. How long had her
own been free? It didn't matter- she got up and tried stopping his hand
from unbuttoning her jeans. 'Damian, no...'
He grabbed her hands and once more lifted them above her
head. 'You only seem to relax and enjoy this when your hands are tied. That's a
bit naughty Jane' he whispered against her lips. She wanted to protest, but he
silenced her with his mouth again. Damian covered her entire body with his and
Jane moaned inside his mouth. His bodyweight on top of hers was a wonderful
crushing feeling, but it wasn't enough for Damian. He wanted to feel her, feel
them together and let his hand move to her jeans again.
'I-I can't'
'If you keep telling yourself that, you'll start
believing it one day Jane!' Damian teased her earlobe; pulling it between his
teeth while successfully unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. He played with
the area just beneath her stomach before letting his hand slip inside her
jeans. Oh dear, this was really
happening... Quick Jane think of something or this will end in you screaming
his name! But was that really a bad thing? She needed to think about this
for a minute and his hand slipping into her pants was making it very hard to do
so.
'Damian, I-I........I'm in my period'
Jane couldn't believe she actually said that. A feeling
of disgust and nausea came over her at the very idea of it, had it been true...
Ugh! It did work, though... he stopped dead in his tracks and lifted his head
to look at her. She camouflaged her face to make what she said believable.
Damian frowned, waiting for her to say she was only
kidding. She didn't and he felt his stomach turn a little. He started to
withdraw his hand when he noticed how far down it already was- no feminine pad.
He looked at her from the corner of his eyes and heard her gasp as his hand
moved around the cramped space of her jeans to the sides of her underwear. She
was bluffing and he, even given the grossness of the claim, was calling her out
on her bluff; searching for tampon strings. And what a surprise... there were
none!
Jane cowered under the weighted look Damian gave her. She
never in all her years thought he'd check. 'I...uhm...'
'Yes, Jane' Damian said flatly, waiting for the next
excuse.
She sighed the mother of all sighs and if her hands were
free, she's throw them up for effect. 'I've run out of excuses'
'About time' he whispered.
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Allen-Bison Residence
'Another pinch of Rosemary should do the trick' Rosalie
said, chopping the leaves as fine as possible.
Jean was helping her make the potion. There wasn't that
much she could do since it was Rosalie's potion and only Rosalie knew it's
ingredients, but cutting up or weighing the ingredients and the occasional
stirring in the pot was doable.
'I remember when we did this at Milly's house and the
potion just blew up in her face!'
'Maleficent was as clumsy a witch ever. She blew up
everything even a simple tea recipe... It did make for some laughs though'
Rosalie cackled and added the Rosemary to the table-sized bubbling cauldron,
'That should do it'
Rosalie put an empty vial into the wooden holder just
when Julie entered the kitchen. 'What are you guys doing? Planning on hexing
anyone?' she giggled.
'Yes-' Rosalie whispered.
'You-' Jean whispered,
pouring the liquid into the vial, 'for burning the soup'
'You're joking right?' Julie informed seeing neither of
them smile, 'Right?! Grams?'
Jean looked at Rosalie and both burst out laughing.
'Oh, that's mean Grams! Seriously, reliving the old days
with your friend by making fun of me is NOT cool! It's not even close to
funny!'
'Sure it is! We're laughing
aren't we?'
'Well, I'm not' Julie said sitting down next to Jean.
She bumped against the table in doing so, causing the
vial-holder to shake and quite a lot of the liquid to spill. It moved in a
stream over the table into the pot-plant on the other side.
'Julie!'
'Oh, dear, I am so sor---' Julie grabbed a towel and
started mopping it off the table. 'Uhm, grams... Is it supposed to do that?'
Both Rosalie and Jean looked at her and then at the instantly,
VERY much, dead plant. The potion was still foaming through the dirt. Jean
sneaked a quick worried glance at Rosalie, who gave her a small head shake -new batch, she mouthed.
'Hmm, yes...' Rosalie answered Julie, 'See, a human can
survive this cleaning process, while it's way too strong for plants. It's
perfectly fine. Although, I'm sensing I put a bit too much Marshmallow root in
it this time. Where's Jane? I believe she has the recipe book... Julie? Julie!'
Julie had been staring at the plant -RIP- thinking about
what they have been digesting all this time without even knowing it. What if
too much could kill them too?
'Julie!'
'W-what?'
'Jane...'
'Oh, she's not home. She's at... the... motel...' Julie
said side-glancing at Jean, 'If it's about the book, I have it! It's in my
room, I'll be just a minute!', she tried to fast-talk, but Jean stopped her on
her way.
'What motel? Where I'm staying?'
'Yes...'
'What for?' Jean put a hand on her hip and leaned on the
table.
'She and Damian had some unfinished business to take care
of since Belladonna Cove... I don't know anything about it' Julie lied with
crossed fingers behind her back.
'Unfinished business you say?' Jean then smiled, 'That
sly dog of a son of mine... I'm sensing I should stay away for a while'
'With Jane? Don't get your hopes up. That girl's legs are
practically glued together' Rosalie scuffed.
'Yeah, my sister is kinda stuck up when it comes to
men...'
'Damian can help with that... He looks like my husband,
God rest his soul, so if he's anything like his father he knows a thing or two'
The smile left Jean's face and the frown returned, '...and talking about this
is kind of uncomfortable'
'I agree!' Rosalie answered, looking like she had a bad
taste in her mouth. Jane wasn't a kid, but the thought of her in a position
like that was a bit unsettling. 'Julie, the book?'
'Oh, right. Excuse me' she said to Jean and moved to the
stairs.
'Is your son a player or something?' Rosalie continued
when they were alone.
'No, quite the contrary, but he does have charm... and he
knows how to use it. The twins don't know about this, do they?' Jean dangled
the empty vial in front of Rosalie after washing out the fatal contents. She
was no simpleton and noticed when Rosalie lied to Julie about its purpose.
'The less people that know about this, the better. And I am
also making the cleansing ones for them as a cover up, so...' Rosalie pointed
at the green vials next to the wolfs bane, 'I don't know what messed up this
batch though?'
'Maybe because I made it? Is
the spell/potion that sensitive?'
'It could be, but I don't think it's likely... Maybe I
just messed up the amount of something. I'll need the book to be sure'
'Okay, but just to be safe, I'll cut up the ingredients
and you add them to the cauldron' Jean said, shoving the cauldron to Rosalie's
side of the table.
'Btw, do you know how to make the cleansing potion?'
Rosalie informed.
'Yeah, I make it for Rinka too... why?'
'I need to distract Julie. She'll want to stay and watch
us make it, but the ingredients differ. Jane is adept at potion making. If
Julie by chance mentions one of the other herbs to her, she'll ask questions.
Perhaps you can help Julie refine her cutting techniques. She still needs
improvement; there's another cutting board in the cupboard over the sink. That
should take her mind off what I'm doing'
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Roadside Motel
Jane moaned out loud when she finally found her release.
So loud she had to cover her mouth as she rode out the waves of the third
orgasm he'd spun her into. The skill he showed made her feel like it was her
first time all over again... or maybe the long time without had something to do
with it. She closed her eyes as she slowly descended back to earth, feeling all
warm and fuzzy, but somewhere still a bit wanting.
Damian placed a kiss on her flat stomach before lying
next to her. He enjoyed looking at her and right now she was more beautiful
than ever. Her cheeks were red, her breathing was returning to normal and she
was warm all over. The look of a just satisfied woman; and the fact that he was
responsible, made him enjoy it even more. He wanted her to be as comfortable as
possible, so he took his time with her.
'Are you okay?' he whispered, sliding a finger down her
shoulder.
'Are you kidding me?' she looked up at him and he smiled,
'Wait, you can pillow-talk?'
'Yes, I have quite a lot of energy... but you know that
by now... It usually takes a third or fourth go to get me exhausted or like most
men incoherent'
'Really?'
'Really'
'You're very sure of yourself, you know' Jane said
squinting her eyes.
'How so?'
'Most men would be offended by all the excuses I made to
not let this happen'
'Then I guess you're lucky
I'm not most men'
'And it just turned into cocky! If only for that reason I
think I would enjoy seeing you incoherent'
'Would you now? That can be arranged you know...' Damian
whispered, moving back on top of her.
Jane closed him in an embrace as he suckled on that
little spot in her neck that drove her crazy. It had quickly become his
favorite spot for exactly that reason. He murmured soft words against her skin
making her squeal. His hand tickled and caressed its way up the inside of her
thigh stopping just in front of her mount before resting on the bed next to
her.
'Tease' she whispered in his ear and gave it a nibble.
'If we had more time I would go for that incoherent
third, you know I would' Damian caressed the tiny red circle he left on her
neck, 'You still haven't answered me... Are you okay? I wasn't exactly that
gentle the sec...'
Jane silenced him by pressing her lips against his;
keeping them occupied for another minute or so before he lifted his head to
look at her. She played with the piercings in his left ear noticing them for
the first time.
'I'm fine'
'Honestly, I haven't felt this alive since... well, a
long time'
'...you're welcome...'
'Cocky' Jane chuckled and squirmed when he scraped his
stubble beard against her skin. 'Apart from alive, I also feel a bit dirty'
'Dirty?' Damian frowned a bit. 'How so?'
'How so... Damian I just slept with you in a motel-room'
'No, I slept with you in my temporary residence'
Jane had to smile again. She was doing it a lot in his
presence she just realized; or was she still after-glowing?
'Doesn't change the fact that it's still a motel-room'
'No, it doesn't' he said pressing a kiss on her
collarbone, 'but mine sounds classier'
Jane enjoyed the caresses and just the nearness of him
thinking about how a girl could get used to it, but then it dawned on her; the
reason he was in a motel in the first place. He lived in Belladonna Cove and
she here in Riverblossom Hills with an entire day's journey between the two.
'Damian... what are we doing?' she whispered.
He knew exactly what she meant and sighed with his head
on her stomach. 'Not now Jane… don't ruin what we have right now'
'I know, I don't want to, but…'
A knock on the door interrupted her. Damian stared at the
door and motioned for her to be quiet. He wasn't expecting anyone other than
her, and she was already in his room. The knock on the door came again and this
time, to not sound suspicious, Damian answered. Blocked by the vast door, they
heard the muffled voice a man.
'Excuse me, sir, but this is the manager to remind you
that check-out is at six. If you stay past that, we'll have to bill you for
another day. Have a good day sir'
The man moved away from the door and Damian relaxed. He
looked at his watch and then back at Jane who then slipped into the bathroom. It
was already 4.30… So much for not ruining the moment… Following her lead, he quickly
washed his face and important parts of his body after she came out. Jane sat on
the bed, silently watching him throw a few items in his suitcase; mouthwash,
toothbrush, deodorant… There was another suitcase in the corner which Jane
assumed was Jean's. She got up; picked up her briefcase off the floor and set
it down on the bed beside her; placing the neatly folded picture of them
inside.
Damian watched her as he buttoned up his shirt. The warm
and fuzzy feeling was gone the minute the manager knocked on the door, but just
now he noticed it on her face. She was uncomfortable again; fidgeting with her
briefcase. He wanted to say something to her, but he didn't know what. Even his
witty humor would probably be received poorly.
'Come on, let me take you home'
Jane flashed a smile when they moved out the door, but it
didn't reach her eyes. Damian unlocked the car door for her to sit while he put
the suitcases in the trunk. She felt her stomach turn with the 'slam-bam,
thank you m'am' cold business-like feeling that washed over her as she watched
him walk to the front-desk to check out. If she felt dirty just a moment ago…
… now she felt plain cheap.
Damian called his mother from the car saying he was on
his way and they arrived just as Jean was saying goodbye. Now that she knew what
the prophecy was about she wanted to be close to Rinka at all times. The minute
Damian and Jane stepped inside Jean's eyes were on her; expressionless, which
made Jane a bit uneasy. After introducing Damian to Rosalie, Jean made the
promise to stay in touch and that the next time she visited she'd bring Rinka
along.
'I'll see you around Jane' she whispered, hugging her
while eyeing her son. They'd need to have a little talk when they were alone.
Jane felt her face turn red when she followed Jean's
gaze. Does she know what happened between her and Damian or was she fishing?
She was probably fishing…
Damian made a head gesture, wanting her to walk them out.
He took her hand the minute they were outside stopping in front of the fence.
He waited for his mother to get into the car before turning towards Jane.
'Don't think so hard about this. You'll start forming
negative thoughts' She wanted to cut in, but he left her no chance. 'Yes, so
our first was in a motel, but it wasn't meaningless Jane… not to me. And I
sure won't call it a one-night stand, or one-day stand if you will' she smiled
weakly. He caressed her face and pressed a long, but very soft kiss on her
lips.
'Give it a chance Jane, don't give up on us before we've
even begun'
Jane knew he was right; she was over thinking this, but
just going with it was going to be hard. That's not who she is at all…
'I know it's going to be hard. It's you after all'
She quickly looked up at him. 'You read minds now?'
'No, but your face said it all' he kissed the tip of her
nose, 'I have to go! I'll call you as soon as I arrive in BC'. 'As soon as you arrive?'
'Immediately after' he smiled one of his charming smiles
and took a seat behind the wheel.
… and he did!
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A/N:
Special thanks to Ts3 Pose creator and Story writer Brooke (Mypalsim) for allowing me to use her "Make-Out Pose" (<-- click to see which one). Told you I could use it :)
You can find her Ts3 poses on her site: Mypalsim's Poses for the Sims 3
...and yes, I had written the scene for Jane & Damian, but decided to cut it for various reasons. The chapter works without it as well... I knew I couldn't fool you guys! :)
