Chapter Eighteen, Slobbery Kisses
Posted by DiF on Saturday, September 10, 2011
Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Eighteen, Slobbery Kisses
Rating: R/NC-17 [violence, language, sexual nudity]
Summary: What did the basketball game result in?
Midway through the third quarter, Adam slipped away to pee and grab another beer for Kylia. It was probably his biggest mistake of the night thus far, because it left her alone with Jack. The older man quickly slid over into Adam’s vacated seat. Kylia kept her eyes staunchly forward, trying so very hard to ignore him, to focus on the basketball players running back and forth on the court. He was looking at her, she could feel the way his eyes traced down her neckline, stared at the hint of cleavage. She wanted so much to slap her hands over her neckline and run away from him. But she couldn’t. Not at all.
“So tell me about yourself, Kylia,” Jack requested.
“Um, well... I was a schoolteacher until a few days ago,” she responded, shifting slightly in the chair to wiggle away from him.
“Oh? How come you’re not anymore?” he feigned interest, really just leaning in to sniff her soft scent.
“Long story,” Kylia answered.
“We’ve got time. He’ll be in line for that beer for awhile,” Jack declared.
She wiggled on the chair, “Hey, did you see that play? That guy with the—”
“You’re beautiful, you know?”
“Um, I’m really not comfortable with you being so close,” she remarked in a near whisper.
Jack sat back from her, “Adam is a very lucky man to have found someone like you. Do you have a sister?”
Her eyes flashed to him with that question but before she could reply, a voice clearing his throat interrupted, drawing both adults’ attention upwards. Adam stood there, beers in hands, dark eyes looking down at them. Jack instantly grinned, throwing his hands up in surrender. Shrugging he moved back over to his own seat, turning his attention fully to his teenage daughter who apparently cared more about her cell phone than what her dad had been doing.
Plopping down in the seat between them after handing Kylia her beer, his jealousy-flecked eyes went to hers, “So did I miss anything?”
“Can we... can we go?” she asked softly.
He gazed at her over the edge of his beer, “You want to?”
She nodded.
Adam stood back up, taking the beer back from her. Without a word he gave the untouched drink to Jack, said goodbye, and reached for Kylia’s hand. Leading her off the court, he dumped his mostly untouched beer in the trash can. He knew she was staring at the floor as they hurried out, just as aware the reason behind it was the flashing cameras. It was too soon to show her to the public, he realized that now. And certainly too soon to show her to Jack. Both were things he would remedy, keeping her from both as she would prefer he assumed.
“Adam?” her soft voice spoke up while they waited for his car to be brought around.
He turned to her, eyes meeting hers. Before he could say a word, her lips pressed against his, taking his breath away with the suddenness of it. He could feel the cameras capturing the moment and really wasn’t sure how Kylia would respond to that. Surprisingly her lips parted, inviting the kiss to deepen, something he only fleetingly took part in before pulling away from her. The car luckily pulled up at that moment so he didn’t have to explain why he was pulling out of the very public display of affection. Instead he kissed her briefly and turned, opening the car door for her.
Waiting until they had pulled away from the flashing cameras at the Staples Center, Adam glanced over at Kylia, “You realize everyone took pictures of us kissing right?”
“Yes,” she replied softly, playing with the hem of her shirt again.
“Are you all right with that?”
“To be with you, I’m going to have to be, aren’t I?” she responded.
“I... unfortunately, yes,” Adam stated.
“Then I’ll find some way to deal with it,” she peeked over at him before focusing on her shirt again. “Just don’t leave me alone with Jack again.”
With Kylia out in the backyard with Frankie, Adam leaned against his kitchen counter, sipping on a bottle of water as his housemate entered. Gene glanced at the singer and instantly knew that something was on his mind. Setting down his briefcase, he headed to the fridge and pulled out a beer himself, turning to Adam as he sipped it.
“So what’s up?”
“Jack Nicholson hit on Kylia tonight.”
“Of course he did. She’s sexy and he’s always horny,” Gene replied with a shrug.
“Well I know both of those facts. But it threw something different on the plate and I’m not sure what to do.”
“What’s the big deal? Did it make you jealous?”
“Yes,” he responded instantly.
“That’s good, man. Really. I would be worried if you didn’t get jealous of someone else macking on your woman,” Gene responded, another swig of beer sliding down his throat.
“Then she practically shoved her tongue down my throat as we waited for the car,” Adam declared.
“Still not seeing a problem here,” he said. “Really.”
“It’s just not like her.”
“Ah,” Gene nodded. “And that’s why you like her. She’s not like any of your other girls.”
He sighed, “No, she’s not. Not at all.”
“So why are you talking about this with me and not her? Isn’t she still here?”
“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re right. I should talk about this with her. Oh and by the way, I changed all the locks today. Becky broke in. Your new key is in your room. New gate code goes into effect tonight at midnight.”
“Well shit. Good thing I got home before midnight. What was the psycho bitch doing?”
“Fingering herself on my bed,” he shook his head. “I’m gonna go talk to Kylia. Thanks, man.”
Heading out into the backyard, he hung back for a few moments, watching Kylia toss a toy for his dopey dog, who floundered about, searching for the toy in the darkness. The dog suddenly noticed that Adam was out there, dropped the toy at Kylia’s feet, and bounded over to him. She barked once, her tail wagging so quickly her entire body seemed to be wagging right along with it. Adam squatted and rubbed her a few times, his face instantly smothered with puppy kisses. Wiping his face, he stood back up, eyes going to Kylia’s.
“I hope you don’t expect me to kiss you now,” she stated, smiling crookedly.
“Oh don’t deny that you’ve been out here kissing my dog. I know you have been,” he teased.
Without another word she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him sloppily, “You mean like that?”
He laughed as she pulled back, “Something like that.”
“Is it bedtime? Is that why you came out here?”
“Actually I wanted to talk to you,” Adam claimed. “But we can go to bed too.”
Eyes searching his, she frowned slightly, “This is a serious talk.”
He frowned slightly as she pulled away from him and sat down on a loveseat. For a moment he hesitated joining her, but did before the dog could. His hand did not reach over for hers, a sense of tension keeping him from doing so. Tension he had created.
“I think we should talk about tonight,” he began.
“What about tonight?”
“I know it’s hard to adjust to being in the limelight, especially since you didn’t really sign up for that. I—”
“But I did sign up for that the moment I chose to be your girlfriend. I’m aware of that,” Kylia interrupted. “You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll adapt.”
“But you were uncomfortable tonight. And I don’t want you to think you have to change to be with me. Because I don’t want you to change. I love you for who you are right now,” he declared.
She brushed over the l-word and replied, “I would have been uncomfortable tonight if we were sitting in the nosebleed section and cameras weren’t in our faces, Adam. It was really our first ... real date. We’ve not really been out in public together before. There’s an adjustment to that alone. And then with Jack staring down my shirt whenever he could...”
“I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have left you alone with him. I know the kind of guy Jack is,” Adam apologized.
Her eyes went to his and she smiled crookedly, “A playboy like you?”
He frowned, “Just because the media calls me a man-whore doesn’t mean—”
“Of course it doesn’t,” Kylia interjected. “I know that. And I don’t care if you’ve slept with a million women before you foolishly decided I was pretty or something. All that matters is you don’t sleep with them now.”
He arched a brow, “You serious? My past doesn’t matter?”
“In some ways it does, but wholly no. Maybe I’m just another conquest to you; I don’t know. But I’m trying to believe that’s not the case and... and I’m really trying to believe in us and thusly believe in me,” she admitted. “Things will get better. They have to.”
His hand went to her chin, tilting her face back to him, “You should believe in yourself, Kylia. Because you are amazing, you are beautiful. I’m the one who should be questioning why you would want to be with me. Not you.”
“Tonight was fine, Adam. Really. I’m fine,” she stated.
“We can stay in. We don’t have to go to—”
“Don’t hide me from the world, Adam. Just let me take it one day at a time.”
Rating: R/NC-17 [violence, language, sexual nudity]
Summary: What did the basketball game result in?
Midway through the third quarter, Adam slipped away to pee and grab another beer for Kylia. It was probably his biggest mistake of the night thus far, because it left her alone with Jack. The older man quickly slid over into Adam’s vacated seat. Kylia kept her eyes staunchly forward, trying so very hard to ignore him, to focus on the basketball players running back and forth on the court. He was looking at her, she could feel the way his eyes traced down her neckline, stared at the hint of cleavage. She wanted so much to slap her hands over her neckline and run away from him. But she couldn’t. Not at all.
“So tell me about yourself, Kylia,” Jack requested.
“Um, well... I was a schoolteacher until a few days ago,” she responded, shifting slightly in the chair to wiggle away from him.
“Oh? How come you’re not anymore?” he feigned interest, really just leaning in to sniff her soft scent.
“Long story,” Kylia answered.
“We’ve got time. He’ll be in line for that beer for awhile,” Jack declared.
She wiggled on the chair, “Hey, did you see that play? That guy with the—”
“You’re beautiful, you know?”
“Um, I’m really not comfortable with you being so close,” she remarked in a near whisper.
Jack sat back from her, “Adam is a very lucky man to have found someone like you. Do you have a sister?”
Her eyes flashed to him with that question but before she could reply, a voice clearing his throat interrupted, drawing both adults’ attention upwards. Adam stood there, beers in hands, dark eyes looking down at them. Jack instantly grinned, throwing his hands up in surrender. Shrugging he moved back over to his own seat, turning his attention fully to his teenage daughter who apparently cared more about her cell phone than what her dad had been doing.
Plopping down in the seat between them after handing Kylia her beer, his jealousy-flecked eyes went to hers, “So did I miss anything?”
“Can we... can we go?” she asked softly.
He gazed at her over the edge of his beer, “You want to?”
She nodded.
Adam stood back up, taking the beer back from her. Without a word he gave the untouched drink to Jack, said goodbye, and reached for Kylia’s hand. Leading her off the court, he dumped his mostly untouched beer in the trash can. He knew she was staring at the floor as they hurried out, just as aware the reason behind it was the flashing cameras. It was too soon to show her to the public, he realized that now. And certainly too soon to show her to Jack. Both were things he would remedy, keeping her from both as she would prefer he assumed.
“Adam?” her soft voice spoke up while they waited for his car to be brought around.
He turned to her, eyes meeting hers. Before he could say a word, her lips pressed against his, taking his breath away with the suddenness of it. He could feel the cameras capturing the moment and really wasn’t sure how Kylia would respond to that. Surprisingly her lips parted, inviting the kiss to deepen, something he only fleetingly took part in before pulling away from her. The car luckily pulled up at that moment so he didn’t have to explain why he was pulling out of the very public display of affection. Instead he kissed her briefly and turned, opening the car door for her.
Waiting until they had pulled away from the flashing cameras at the Staples Center, Adam glanced over at Kylia, “You realize everyone took pictures of us kissing right?”
“Yes,” she replied softly, playing with the hem of her shirt again.
“Are you all right with that?”
“To be with you, I’m going to have to be, aren’t I?” she responded.
“I... unfortunately, yes,” Adam stated.
“Then I’ll find some way to deal with it,” she peeked over at him before focusing on her shirt again. “Just don’t leave me alone with Jack again.”
With Kylia out in the backyard with Frankie, Adam leaned against his kitchen counter, sipping on a bottle of water as his housemate entered. Gene glanced at the singer and instantly knew that something was on his mind. Setting down his briefcase, he headed to the fridge and pulled out a beer himself, turning to Adam as he sipped it.
“So what’s up?”
“Jack Nicholson hit on Kylia tonight.”
“Of course he did. She’s sexy and he’s always horny,” Gene replied with a shrug.
“Well I know both of those facts. But it threw something different on the plate and I’m not sure what to do.”
“What’s the big deal? Did it make you jealous?”
“Yes,” he responded instantly.
“That’s good, man. Really. I would be worried if you didn’t get jealous of someone else macking on your woman,” Gene responded, another swig of beer sliding down his throat.
“Then she practically shoved her tongue down my throat as we waited for the car,” Adam declared.
“Still not seeing a problem here,” he said. “Really.”
“It’s just not like her.”
“Ah,” Gene nodded. “And that’s why you like her. She’s not like any of your other girls.”
He sighed, “No, she’s not. Not at all.”
“So why are you talking about this with me and not her? Isn’t she still here?”
“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re right. I should talk about this with her. Oh and by the way, I changed all the locks today. Becky broke in. Your new key is in your room. New gate code goes into effect tonight at midnight.”
“Well shit. Good thing I got home before midnight. What was the psycho bitch doing?”
“Fingering herself on my bed,” he shook his head. “I’m gonna go talk to Kylia. Thanks, man.”
Heading out into the backyard, he hung back for a few moments, watching Kylia toss a toy for his dopey dog, who floundered about, searching for the toy in the darkness. The dog suddenly noticed that Adam was out there, dropped the toy at Kylia’s feet, and bounded over to him. She barked once, her tail wagging so quickly her entire body seemed to be wagging right along with it. Adam squatted and rubbed her a few times, his face instantly smothered with puppy kisses. Wiping his face, he stood back up, eyes going to Kylia’s.
“I hope you don’t expect me to kiss you now,” she stated, smiling crookedly.
“Oh don’t deny that you’ve been out here kissing my dog. I know you have been,” he teased.
Without another word she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him sloppily, “You mean like that?”
He laughed as she pulled back, “Something like that.”
“Is it bedtime? Is that why you came out here?”
“Actually I wanted to talk to you,” Adam claimed. “But we can go to bed too.”
Eyes searching his, she frowned slightly, “This is a serious talk.”
He frowned slightly as she pulled away from him and sat down on a loveseat. For a moment he hesitated joining her, but did before the dog could. His hand did not reach over for hers, a sense of tension keeping him from doing so. Tension he had created.
“I think we should talk about tonight,” he began.
“What about tonight?”
“I know it’s hard to adjust to being in the limelight, especially since you didn’t really sign up for that. I—”
“But I did sign up for that the moment I chose to be your girlfriend. I’m aware of that,” Kylia interrupted. “You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll adapt.”
“But you were uncomfortable tonight. And I don’t want you to think you have to change to be with me. Because I don’t want you to change. I love you for who you are right now,” he declared.
She brushed over the l-word and replied, “I would have been uncomfortable tonight if we were sitting in the nosebleed section and cameras weren’t in our faces, Adam. It was really our first ... real date. We’ve not really been out in public together before. There’s an adjustment to that alone. And then with Jack staring down my shirt whenever he could...”
“I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have left you alone with him. I know the kind of guy Jack is,” Adam apologized.
Her eyes went to his and she smiled crookedly, “A playboy like you?”
He frowned, “Just because the media calls me a man-whore doesn’t mean—”
“Of course it doesn’t,” Kylia interjected. “I know that. And I don’t care if you’ve slept with a million women before you foolishly decided I was pretty or something. All that matters is you don’t sleep with them now.”
He arched a brow, “You serious? My past doesn’t matter?”
“In some ways it does, but wholly no. Maybe I’m just another conquest to you; I don’t know. But I’m trying to believe that’s not the case and... and I’m really trying to believe in us and thusly believe in me,” she admitted. “Things will get better. They have to.”
His hand went to her chin, tilting her face back to him, “You should believe in yourself, Kylia. Because you are amazing, you are beautiful. I’m the one who should be questioning why you would want to be with me. Not you.”
“Tonight was fine, Adam. Really. I’m fine,” she stated.
“We can stay in. We don’t have to go to—”
“Don’t hide me from the world, Adam. Just let me take it one day at a time.”
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