Chapter Fifteen, Ma Knows Best
Posted by DiF on Saturday, September 10, 2011
Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Fifteen, Ma Knows Best
Rating: R/NC-17 [violence, language, sexual nudity]
Summary: Adam wakes up beside Kylia, visits his mother, and wants to fall asleep right where he woke.
While he had found her request to stay over that night odd following a conversation about no longer sleeping in the same bed, Adam slipped into bed with Kylia later that evening. For a moment she remained secluded on her side of the bed, but soon relaxed and snuggled against him. Her fingers slid over the cotton of his tee shirt, her cheek rubbing against shoulder. A leg draped over his, her knee falling between. Smiling Adam’s arms tightened around her, his lips touching her temple.
“Sleep my sweet,” he said softly. “I’ll be here all night.”
The couple slept peacefully, deeply, not even disturbed when the two cats jumped up onto the bed and snuggled in amongst their legs. Morning wiggled its way between the slight gaps in the blinds, casting gray lines across the couple. Adam stirred as a bright burst of light tickled his eyelids, slowly trying to pull away from Kylia. Her arm tightened on his chest, keeping him from moving away from her. Smiling, Adam reached up and brushed messy hair out of her face. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, but her eyes did not open. He was content to lay there as long as possible, watching the angel sleeping next to him. No troubles touched her brow, no worries turned her smile upside down. Perfect and happy.
But soon the high-pitched rings of telephone quickly interrupted that. She quickly rolled out of the bed, causing the two cats to shoot off the bed, running to hide. Adam watched as she hurried out of the bedroom, eyes focused on the jiggle of her breasts extenuated by the snug fit of her nightshirt. But soon she disappeared out of the room, leaving him with only the thoughts of her body pressed against his and a blossoming erection. Rolling out of bed, he headed towards the bathroom, suddenly stopping in his tracks when her angry voice reached his ears.
“—absolutely no power over me. I never signed the union contract. Maybe you should check your own fucking records,” she spat.
Leaning out of the doorway, Adam’s eyes went to her frame, words remaining hidden in his voice.
“I will not return to work at that or any other school. I rather respect myself too much to do that. A district that does not believe one of it’s teachers, does not deserve my talent,” Kylia declared strongly. “So you can go to hell. Sue me for all I care. The only thing that will accomplish will be this story going public, because trust me, I will take it public.”
Ducking back into the bedroom when she slammed down the phone, Adam quickly disappeared into the bathroom. While his hard-on had mostly vanished, the need for the toilet hadn’t, so he used that as an excuse to pretend he hadn’t heard any part of the conversation at all. When he opened the door a moment later after washing his hands, his eyes met Kylia’s. He couldn’t help but notice her frown.
Without a word his arms encircled her, pulling her close while his lips touched hers. She melted into his arms, hiding her face upon his shoulder for a moment. Holding her for a moment, Adam pulled back and looked down into her eyes.
“Kylia?”
She took a deep breath, “The school district is trying to get me to return to the classroom. And my refusal to do so means they’re going to sue me.”
He frowned, “Then we’ll tell the public exactly what happened. If they want to play hardball, we’ll play hardball.”
“You probably shouldn’t be involved with me. It’ll only cause problems and with you be—”
“You’re in the right here,” he interrupted. “I’m not going to walk away just because it would be easier. There’s absolutely no reason to make you stand alone on this.”
“I... thank you, Adam. Really,” Kylia replied.
He smiled and kissed her softly again, “Now what do you feel like for breakfast? And don’t you dare try to convince me that I can’t cook for you since we’re in your apartment. I’m doing it.”
Leaving Kylia’s apartment in mid-afternoon, after some pushing by her, Adam headed towards his house. Fully intending to change, check on his dog, check in with his band, he pulled into the driveway, not noticing his phone beeping with a voicemail until he was reaching for the door. Pulling it out, he slipped into the house as he input his code to retrieve the message. Smiling at the fact it was his mother calling to check on what he thought about Kylia, Adam erased it and pocketed the phone again. He’d go and visit her that evening, see how long she would squirm before asking him about Kylia.
After playing with Frankie, talking with Jesse, and a shower, Adam headed back out to his car. Gene stopped him to chat for a bit, seemingly dancing around the subject he knew Adam would feel... not necessarily uncomfortable but at least guarded in discussing.
“Yes, I was at Kylia’s last night,” Adam finally blurted out. “No, we’re not having sex. And yes, I’m enjoying it more than I thought possible.”
Gene laughed, “How did you know I was wondering about her?”
“The look on your face,” he responded. “So what do you think of Kylia?”
He smiled crookedly, “It’s about time you found a good, decent, real woman, Adam. If you don’t fuck this up....”
“What?”
Gene merely shook his head and continued down the hall, “Say hi to your mom for me.”
Arriving at his mother’s house about thirty minutes later, Adam hesitated when getting out of the car. As much as he tried, he couldn’t help wondering what Gene had meant about him not fucking up his relationship with Kylia. He certainly had no intentions of doing so, but he wasn’t going to presume that it meant more than it did. Or so he hoped. Shaking his mind free of those thoughts, he climbed out of his SUV and headed up to the door. He didn’t even knock before he entered, though he did stop just inside the house to call his greeting out to his mother.
She leaned out of the kitchen, “Well it’s about time, Adam. I’ve only called you all day.”
“You called me twice, Ma,” he responded, slipping off his shoes before heading to join her in the kitchen. “And I didn’t call back because I had already planned to come over. So there.”
She rolled her eyes, before turning back to her preparations, “So what have you been up to all day that you couldn’t call your mother back?”
Stealing a carrot from the pile she was slicing, he headed over to a nearby barstool, “You called once before I got up and once when I was in the shower.”
“And you couldn’t call me back in between that?”
“No,” he crunched on the carrot.
“Oh right. I forget that my son is an important rockstar or something.”
“Funny, Ma.”
She looked over at him briefly before turning her attention back to the carrots, “So what do you think of Jane? And did you get her home safely?”
“Of course I did. I could drive to her apartment with my eyes closed,” he responded, slipping off the stool to open the fridge and pull out a bottle of water.
“You could?”
“Of course,” Adam closed the door, glancing over at her. “Afterall I’ve been there.... half a dozen times maybe?”
Her eyes snapped to his, “You have?”
“Sure,” he leaned on the counter, sipping from the bottle. “Slept in her bed a few times too.”
“You have?”
“Yep.”
“How long have you known Jane?”
“Well I call her Kylia, which is her given name,” he informed her. “And I met her at a coffee house about..... a week after Valentine’s actually. So I’ve known her for I’d say almost two months.”
Her eyes widened, “Are you the reason she broke up with that sweet man from the school she had been dating?”
“Uh, no. Kylia found that sweet man from the school fucking his student teacher in his class a few days ago. That’s the reason she broke up with him,” Adam declared.
“Language, Adam. The poor dear to have something so tragic happen just when someone finally got her to blossom,” Patsy turned back to her chopping.
“She’s not going to wilt now that she’s with me, Ma,” he responded. “Really. I know how to treat a woman.”
“I would hope so. Or else I’ll have to slap you around and re-teach you,” she claimed, turning to him with the sharp knife held up between them. “But keep in mind, even though you are my son, if you hurt that girl, you’ll have my wrath to face as well.”
Adam smiled crookedly, “You don’t have to worry about it, Ma. I’m taking this one slow and steady. We haven’t even had sex yet.”
“Good! Considering you just said she broke up with her boyfriend only a few days ago,” she turned back to her carrots. “And why the hell did you not tell me that you knew her before I introduced you.”
“Because, Ma,” he stepped over to her, kissing her cheek lightly, “we didn’t want to burst your matchmaking bubble.”
“Gee thanks,” Patsy responded, though her eyes were sparkling. “And when are you going to bring her by and truly introduce me to the new flame in your heart?”
“Maybe this weekend if you’re good,” he stole another handful of cut-up carrots. “I was going to ask her to the Lakers game with me. Then we could come by afterwords.”
“No, no. Don’t bring her by after the game, it always gets out late,” she argued. “Bring her by for Sunday brunch.”
“Well okay,” Adam agreed. “So what are we having for dinner anyways?”
Laying in her bed, Booger on her stomach, Kylia giggled. The cat purred and kneaded her flesh, caring not to retract his claws at all. For a few moments she withstood it, loving her cat loving her. But soon his claws dug punctured through her shirt, pricking her soft skin softly. Pushing the cat off as gently as possible, she turned on her side, still petting the young cat who clearly saw nothing wrong with his actions. He meowed and reached out for her hand, pulling it close so he could nibble on her fingertips, gnaw on her nails.
Her cell phone ringing on the dresser interrupted their moments. However Booger wouldn’t release her hand. Seeing this Aristotle jumped up on the dresser and knocked Kylia’s cell phone to the carpet. Snapping her hand free of Booger, she pivoted in the bed and reached down to the floor for the ringing phone, knowing who it was by the ringtone alone. Remaining laying on her stomach on the bed, she barely answered it before it went to voicemail.
“Hey, sweetie.”
“Hiya, Adam,” she chirped, giggling slightly when one cat curled up on her butt, the other on her back.
“What are you up to?”
“Just laying in bed, playing with my pussy.”
“Oh?”
Hearing the hint of sudden arousal in his voice, she laughed, “Pussy-CAT, Adam. As in Booger. Though now I’ve been besieged by both.”
“Maybe I should come over and rescue you?”
“Nah, I’l survive,” she responded. “Though you’re always welcome to come over whenever you want.”
Adam paused for a long moment, clearly trying to decide if there was any connotation in her words or if he was reading them into it, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Kylia smiled at the fact he didn’t jump right onto the kinda open opportunity, “So what did you do today?”
“Caught up with everyone. Might head back into the studio next week if I can finish some lyrics.”
“Oh well good for you.”
“So I was wondering if maybe you’d go to the Lakers game with me on Saturday,” he said softly.
“Sure,” she responded instantly, not even thinking about it. “What time?”
“I’ll pick you up at six,” he responded. “And then my mom invited us over for Sunday breakfast.”
“You told her the truth?”
“Yeah,” Adam chuckled. “Couldn’t keep it from her for more than a minute after I entered her house. Besides there’s little else that I love to talk about than you.”
“Me?”
“Of course. I find I have diarrhea of the mouth whenever the subject of you comes up,” he commented. “I don’t... I don’t really understand it either. Just that I have this internal need to share the wonder that is you with everyone I talk to.”
Kylia fell silent, a deep red filling her cheeks.
“Are you blushing?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”
Rating: R/NC-17 [violence, language, sexual nudity]
Summary: Adam wakes up beside Kylia, visits his mother, and wants to fall asleep right where he woke.
While he had found her request to stay over that night odd following a conversation about no longer sleeping in the same bed, Adam slipped into bed with Kylia later that evening. For a moment she remained secluded on her side of the bed, but soon relaxed and snuggled against him. Her fingers slid over the cotton of his tee shirt, her cheek rubbing against shoulder. A leg draped over his, her knee falling between. Smiling Adam’s arms tightened around her, his lips touching her temple.
“Sleep my sweet,” he said softly. “I’ll be here all night.”
The couple slept peacefully, deeply, not even disturbed when the two cats jumped up onto the bed and snuggled in amongst their legs. Morning wiggled its way between the slight gaps in the blinds, casting gray lines across the couple. Adam stirred as a bright burst of light tickled his eyelids, slowly trying to pull away from Kylia. Her arm tightened on his chest, keeping him from moving away from her. Smiling, Adam reached up and brushed messy hair out of her face. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, but her eyes did not open. He was content to lay there as long as possible, watching the angel sleeping next to him. No troubles touched her brow, no worries turned her smile upside down. Perfect and happy.
But soon the high-pitched rings of telephone quickly interrupted that. She quickly rolled out of the bed, causing the two cats to shoot off the bed, running to hide. Adam watched as she hurried out of the bedroom, eyes focused on the jiggle of her breasts extenuated by the snug fit of her nightshirt. But soon she disappeared out of the room, leaving him with only the thoughts of her body pressed against his and a blossoming erection. Rolling out of bed, he headed towards the bathroom, suddenly stopping in his tracks when her angry voice reached his ears.
“—absolutely no power over me. I never signed the union contract. Maybe you should check your own fucking records,” she spat.
Leaning out of the doorway, Adam’s eyes went to her frame, words remaining hidden in his voice.
“I will not return to work at that or any other school. I rather respect myself too much to do that. A district that does not believe one of it’s teachers, does not deserve my talent,” Kylia declared strongly. “So you can go to hell. Sue me for all I care. The only thing that will accomplish will be this story going public, because trust me, I will take it public.”
Ducking back into the bedroom when she slammed down the phone, Adam quickly disappeared into the bathroom. While his hard-on had mostly vanished, the need for the toilet hadn’t, so he used that as an excuse to pretend he hadn’t heard any part of the conversation at all. When he opened the door a moment later after washing his hands, his eyes met Kylia’s. He couldn’t help but notice her frown.
Without a word his arms encircled her, pulling her close while his lips touched hers. She melted into his arms, hiding her face upon his shoulder for a moment. Holding her for a moment, Adam pulled back and looked down into her eyes.
“Kylia?”
She took a deep breath, “The school district is trying to get me to return to the classroom. And my refusal to do so means they’re going to sue me.”
He frowned, “Then we’ll tell the public exactly what happened. If they want to play hardball, we’ll play hardball.”
“You probably shouldn’t be involved with me. It’ll only cause problems and with you be—”
“You’re in the right here,” he interrupted. “I’m not going to walk away just because it would be easier. There’s absolutely no reason to make you stand alone on this.”
“I... thank you, Adam. Really,” Kylia replied.
He smiled and kissed her softly again, “Now what do you feel like for breakfast? And don’t you dare try to convince me that I can’t cook for you since we’re in your apartment. I’m doing it.”
Leaving Kylia’s apartment in mid-afternoon, after some pushing by her, Adam headed towards his house. Fully intending to change, check on his dog, check in with his band, he pulled into the driveway, not noticing his phone beeping with a voicemail until he was reaching for the door. Pulling it out, he slipped into the house as he input his code to retrieve the message. Smiling at the fact it was his mother calling to check on what he thought about Kylia, Adam erased it and pocketed the phone again. He’d go and visit her that evening, see how long she would squirm before asking him about Kylia.
After playing with Frankie, talking with Jesse, and a shower, Adam headed back out to his car. Gene stopped him to chat for a bit, seemingly dancing around the subject he knew Adam would feel... not necessarily uncomfortable but at least guarded in discussing.
“Yes, I was at Kylia’s last night,” Adam finally blurted out. “No, we’re not having sex. And yes, I’m enjoying it more than I thought possible.”
Gene laughed, “How did you know I was wondering about her?”
“The look on your face,” he responded. “So what do you think of Kylia?”
He smiled crookedly, “It’s about time you found a good, decent, real woman, Adam. If you don’t fuck this up....”
“What?”
Gene merely shook his head and continued down the hall, “Say hi to your mom for me.”
Arriving at his mother’s house about thirty minutes later, Adam hesitated when getting out of the car. As much as he tried, he couldn’t help wondering what Gene had meant about him not fucking up his relationship with Kylia. He certainly had no intentions of doing so, but he wasn’t going to presume that it meant more than it did. Or so he hoped. Shaking his mind free of those thoughts, he climbed out of his SUV and headed up to the door. He didn’t even knock before he entered, though he did stop just inside the house to call his greeting out to his mother.
She leaned out of the kitchen, “Well it’s about time, Adam. I’ve only called you all day.”
“You called me twice, Ma,” he responded, slipping off his shoes before heading to join her in the kitchen. “And I didn’t call back because I had already planned to come over. So there.”
She rolled her eyes, before turning back to her preparations, “So what have you been up to all day that you couldn’t call your mother back?”
Stealing a carrot from the pile she was slicing, he headed over to a nearby barstool, “You called once before I got up and once when I was in the shower.”
“And you couldn’t call me back in between that?”
“No,” he crunched on the carrot.
“Oh right. I forget that my son is an important rockstar or something.”
“Funny, Ma.”
She looked over at him briefly before turning her attention back to the carrots, “So what do you think of Jane? And did you get her home safely?”
“Of course I did. I could drive to her apartment with my eyes closed,” he responded, slipping off the stool to open the fridge and pull out a bottle of water.
“You could?”
“Of course,” Adam closed the door, glancing over at her. “Afterall I’ve been there.... half a dozen times maybe?”
Her eyes snapped to his, “You have?”
“Sure,” he leaned on the counter, sipping from the bottle. “Slept in her bed a few times too.”
“You have?”
“Yep.”
“How long have you known Jane?”
“Well I call her Kylia, which is her given name,” he informed her. “And I met her at a coffee house about..... a week after Valentine’s actually. So I’ve known her for I’d say almost two months.”
Her eyes widened, “Are you the reason she broke up with that sweet man from the school she had been dating?”
“Uh, no. Kylia found that sweet man from the school fucking his student teacher in his class a few days ago. That’s the reason she broke up with him,” Adam declared.
“Language, Adam. The poor dear to have something so tragic happen just when someone finally got her to blossom,” Patsy turned back to her chopping.
“She’s not going to wilt now that she’s with me, Ma,” he responded. “Really. I know how to treat a woman.”
“I would hope so. Or else I’ll have to slap you around and re-teach you,” she claimed, turning to him with the sharp knife held up between them. “But keep in mind, even though you are my son, if you hurt that girl, you’ll have my wrath to face as well.”
Adam smiled crookedly, “You don’t have to worry about it, Ma. I’m taking this one slow and steady. We haven’t even had sex yet.”
“Good! Considering you just said she broke up with her boyfriend only a few days ago,” she turned back to her carrots. “And why the hell did you not tell me that you knew her before I introduced you.”
“Because, Ma,” he stepped over to her, kissing her cheek lightly, “we didn’t want to burst your matchmaking bubble.”
“Gee thanks,” Patsy responded, though her eyes were sparkling. “And when are you going to bring her by and truly introduce me to the new flame in your heart?”
“Maybe this weekend if you’re good,” he stole another handful of cut-up carrots. “I was going to ask her to the Lakers game with me. Then we could come by afterwords.”
“No, no. Don’t bring her by after the game, it always gets out late,” she argued. “Bring her by for Sunday brunch.”
“Well okay,” Adam agreed. “So what are we having for dinner anyways?”
Laying in her bed, Booger on her stomach, Kylia giggled. The cat purred and kneaded her flesh, caring not to retract his claws at all. For a few moments she withstood it, loving her cat loving her. But soon his claws dug punctured through her shirt, pricking her soft skin softly. Pushing the cat off as gently as possible, she turned on her side, still petting the young cat who clearly saw nothing wrong with his actions. He meowed and reached out for her hand, pulling it close so he could nibble on her fingertips, gnaw on her nails.
Her cell phone ringing on the dresser interrupted their moments. However Booger wouldn’t release her hand. Seeing this Aristotle jumped up on the dresser and knocked Kylia’s cell phone to the carpet. Snapping her hand free of Booger, she pivoted in the bed and reached down to the floor for the ringing phone, knowing who it was by the ringtone alone. Remaining laying on her stomach on the bed, she barely answered it before it went to voicemail.
“Hey, sweetie.”
“Hiya, Adam,” she chirped, giggling slightly when one cat curled up on her butt, the other on her back.
“What are you up to?”
“Just laying in bed, playing with my pussy.”
“Oh?”
Hearing the hint of sudden arousal in his voice, she laughed, “Pussy-CAT, Adam. As in Booger. Though now I’ve been besieged by both.”
“Maybe I should come over and rescue you?”
“Nah, I’l survive,” she responded. “Though you’re always welcome to come over whenever you want.”
Adam paused for a long moment, clearly trying to decide if there was any connotation in her words or if he was reading them into it, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Kylia smiled at the fact he didn’t jump right onto the kinda open opportunity, “So what did you do today?”
“Caught up with everyone. Might head back into the studio next week if I can finish some lyrics.”
“Oh well good for you.”
“So I was wondering if maybe you’d go to the Lakers game with me on Saturday,” he said softly.
“Sure,” she responded instantly, not even thinking about it. “What time?”
“I’ll pick you up at six,” he responded. “And then my mom invited us over for Sunday breakfast.”
“You told her the truth?”
“Yeah,” Adam chuckled. “Couldn’t keep it from her for more than a minute after I entered her house. Besides there’s little else that I love to talk about than you.”
“Me?”
“Of course. I find I have diarrhea of the mouth whenever the subject of you comes up,” he commented. “I don’t... I don’t really understand it either. Just that I have this internal need to share the wonder that is you with everyone I talk to.”
Kylia fell silent, a deep red filling her cheeks.
“Are you blushing?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”
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