Jamie
In what world did anyone find it appropriate to make a run for it just after a hefty snog? Yeah well - I don't know - Skye did by the looks of it. She was running full speed around the corner, leaving me in my car bothered, embarrassed, stunned and as time passed more and more angry. All in all just pissed, I tell you.
I had shouted after her, asking here where on earth she was going, what had happened and almost pleading her to come back, but she just kept running. Running like her fucking arse had caught on fire. She was impossible to figure out... She had after all kissed me and that would have to count for something right? You wouldn't kiss a person like that if you didn't like them? Right? That would be downright ridiculous, now wouldn't it? You would push them away and tell them you don't feel the same way, and that would be it.
And if that had happened I would have no hard feelings, but this was just stupid on her part! She acted like a child, a very hefty snogging child, but that's all the same! What was her deal? Please enlighten me! I sighed into my seat, rubbing my temples, and then with my left hand I cleaned my mouth off her... well, saliva. It had become a rather open mouthed kissed at the end, that sort of thing just kind of happened, you know? Saliva, everywhere! If you have ever kissed someone you should know the ordeal. The sky had been grey, playful all day, threatening to throw a bucket of either ice or water at us, at any given time.
I wondered if it should try and catch up to her before she reached the tube or if I should just leave her be. She was the one making a bloody fuss, not me. She should be the one to come crawling back, apologizing for her behaviour, not me! But then again I doubted she would, she was probably too fucking proud to stoop to that sort of thing - the coming crawling back, I mean, not the apologising, that she had done on occasions when she had made one or several bummers.
I hoisted myself up from my slouching position in my seat and started the car. It roared to life, the only way a sports car could, and I backed slowly out of my parking spot to try and find Skye. One of us had to swallow our pride - that being me - I we should get anywhere with this - in my mind - relationship. To be honest she had not seemed all that interested until right now, where she had kissed me back like her life had depended on it. I had really taken a chance there. The kissing usually happens at the end of the first date, not in the car before it, and that is no matter how long you have known each other beforehand, I suppose. That's what I've been told. Not that I have followed that principal...
I hit the road and drove the path I supposed she had taken, the tube was quite a long way off and she could impossibly have reached it already. After a couple of minutes she came into sight, and just as she did the heavens opened and water started pouring down in thick steady streams. She would be soaking wet within minutes. She hunched over trying to shield herself from the pouring rain. Slowly I pulled up next to her, driving at a snail's pace while she walked on her short legs, they went like cap sticks. I was in the process of rowling down the passenger window so she could hear me properly. She looked over at me from the corner of her eye, probably just checking for axe murderers or something. Of course she recognized the car and started walking faster, if that was even possible.
"Skye!" I shouted after her "Don't be a moron! You'll get sick in this weather!" I caught up to her and tried to lean over the middle of the car, so I could have eye contact with her.
"So what, Jamie? Go away. Go home or something..." she argued weakly as her hand stroked a piece of hair away from her face.
"Scarlett! Get in! And stop being a brat!" I said maybe a tad harsher then I had expected. Skye's face scrunched up in a displeased frown.
"Don't call me that, James," she spat out my real name as if it was a curse word, "only my push mother and Brad gets to call me Scarlett!" her clothes already clung to her skin and her hair was plastered around her neck. It had only been raining for a couple minutes, but she looked like drowned mouse.
"Skye, get in, I'll take you home and we'll just watch reruns of 'Doctor Who' and drink hot coco until I'll have to leave for the show, sounds all right?" I offered, she eyed me suspiciously, my sudden defiance making her careful as if I played a cruel trick on her. If I was, I would like to think she wouldn't know, but I was probably wrong. She was quit perceptive to that kind of thing. But then if even I didn't know I was playing a trick on her, how could she know. I didn't know what I was doing. I was just starving.
"Skye, I'm starving all right! It's already almost 8 pm and I can't remember the last time I ate, get in the fucking car!" I said half kidding, half very fucking serious.
"You won't take me to that damn sushi place?" she asked carefully, she stopped walking and I stopped the car. She stood there looking at me through the rain, water dripping down from her hair, soaking her already drenched clothes.
"No, I promise! Just get in, you probably already have a cold," I promised her, she eyed me one more time before she took a few steps forward and grasped the handle. I reached behind me; I knew I still had some towels on the backseat from when I went swimming with Mathilda, Dan and all the others in June. I didn't use the car much; it was quite expensive with the gas. Quickly I grasped one of the towels and spread it over the seat so she could sit down without totally wrecking the seat.
She opened the door and got in - finally - and I passed her another towel and a blanket. It was only now I noticed that she was shivering with cold. Gratefully she took them and started drying her hair, leaving the blanket unused on her lap. So I reached over and spread it over her legs, almost kind of tugging her in, when I was done I looked up at her. At some point she had stopped drying her hair and had started staring at me.
"Just making sure you get warm," I said in a low voice as I reached up and stroked a piece of hair out of the way, behind her ear. She just kept staring at me with those big green eyes of hers, like she was expecting me to grow an extra pair of arms all of a sudden. My hands stroked her cheek as it left her face almost unwillingly.
"Let's go, my house is closets and we need to get you out of those clothes," I told her as I started up the car. She just sat there looking at me in silence and we drove the 10 minute drive to my house through the grey, rainy streets of London.
As we walked into my apartment, Skye had started shivering even more, than before. The heat from the kiss and her hurried walked afterwards quickly wearing off. She had still the blanket around her but I doubted it was helping much. She was after all drenched to the skin. Pity she weren't wearing a white shirt like last time, which would have been nice. I closed the door behind me and tugged my shoes of in a swift movement leaving them sprawled disorderly on the floor. Skye too was trying to tug her shoes off, they were squishing with water and a small puddle had soon collected where she stood. Her hands kept slipping on the shoe making it immensely difficult for her to tug them of, and with her shaking hands it was almost impossible.
"Sit down, I'll help you," I told her as I walked around her.
"No, I don't ne..." she started but I cut her off.
"Skye. Sit. Down," I said emphasizing each word with as much authority as I could muster. To my surprise she sighed heavily and sat down, lifting her leg so I could take a hold of her shoe. Soon with a lot of pulling, they got off. It was like they were glued to her fucking feet. I reached out my hand to help her get up from the floor and yet again to my surprise she took it without arguing.
"Come on, we need to get you dried off," I said for what must have been for the 1000 time. I led her still with her hand in mine to my private bathroom, the same bathroom she had showered in the morning after the party. She obviously knew where it was, I just kind of wanted an excuse to hold her hand. I walked in the bathroom and took her with me, I quickly turned on the shower, so I was hot when she stepped under it.
"Okay, strip down and give me your clothes I'll put it in the dryer," I said as I drew my hand back from the shower, just missing the ray of water by less than half a second.
"Okay," she said still not moving into action as I expected her to, "Jamie?" she asked now seeming a tad bit annoyed.
"What?" I asked. Why wasn't she getting out of those drenched clothes? Maybe she wanted to get sick. Maybe, she was just crazy like that.
"Get out!" she exclaimed. Oh that's why! Okay, she wasn't crazy I was just forgetting the fact that even though I had seen her butt naked she still didn't want me to see it again. Bloody woman, but then again it were her call, not mine.
"Oh, yeah right. I'm still here. Just throw your clothes at me before you get in the shower, okay?" I said as I left the bathroom and as soon as I was out the door it slammed behind me. I waited a couple minutes for her to throw her clothes out to me. Soon the door cracked open and some clothes were thrown on the floor. I picked up and checked to see if she had given me all of it or just her blouse, jacket and pants. Nope, her panties and bra were there too. They were matching and black lingerie both of them, the kind of underwear girls wore when they expected to get laid, or was I just over think her choice of undergarments. Had she expected..? Nah then why would she had run off? I was over think this for sure, right? I walked into the laundry room next to the bathroom and put her clothes in the dryer and started it. That was when I realised, that she had nothing to wear, she would have to go commando in one of my sweatpants and tee shirts until her own clothes were dry. This turned me on more than I care to admit.
I got a pair of my smallest sweatpants and a very low cut tee shirt, just for my own amusement. I had considered giving her a see trough white shirt, but it would just have been too obvious, so a low cut one seemed like the better choice. I lay it outside the bathroom door and then I went into my kitchen to whip something up. I might as well show of my cooking abilities, now that we're at it.
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