Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Four, Eyes
Rating: R/NC-17
Warning: violence, language, sexual nudity




It had been four weeks since the initial date with Jayden. And Jane was still on cloud nine. They were eating lunch together everyday, though sometimes they were joined by other teachers. Thursdays he still headed to Bingo with her, charming the white-haired ladies quite easily. And Fridays were their date night. He took her to plays, movies, and other regular date activities. And it was all sublime.

He promised her something special for their month anniversary. And Jane was already tingling with excitement. And knew without a doubt she needed to go shopping once more. After her first trip to Beverly Hills, Jane had made a concerted effort to dress better, to care more. And it honestly wasn't that hard since she was glowing from within. The grays and browns were slowly starting to be joined by colors like a buttery yellow and a forest green, nothing bright or anything. But it was a start.

Hurrying out of the school, Jane rushed over to her bicycle. Skirting around the kids, she pedalled towards her apartment. If she planned it just right, she could get home and get to her new favorite shop in Beverly Hills and get something nice to wear out to their date that evening and be back home with plenty of time to get through the preparation of it all.

Jumping onto the bus, she stared out the window, watching it all blur by. Quickly the humble surroundings of her neighborhood faded away into sparkling Beverly Hills. Plastic people walked down the streets, weaving in and out of posh shops. While she did still feel out of place there, even though her credit cards certainly felt all right, Jane was surprised that she was so excited to be shopping. She had even managed to silent the little voice in the back of her head that fought with the very prospect of her shopping in Beverly Hills a second time. She was supposed to be plain, supposed to be fine with that. But now that she was enamoured, in this relationship, she wanted to... sparkle for him.

Stepping off the bus, she thanked her driver before looking down the street to her favourite store. Slinging her simple black purse over her shoulder, a simple smile on her face, she headed down the sidewalk towards it. Turning towards the door, she reached for it, her hand reaching in front of someone without noticing until he collided with her arm.

"Oh, excuse me," she muttered, looking up to the one she collided with.

Her brown eyes met eyes she had once before. For the longest moment, her heart froze. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. She was entranced by him and she didn't know why at all. Just like that moment in the coffeeshop a month before. How could she even think about that moment? She had a lovely boyfriend and—

He smiled at her, "No worries. I've seen you somewhere else before, haven't I?"

"I think so," she responded. "Once again, I'm sorry, I—"

"No worries," he repeated. "Can I...buy you a cup of coffee?"

That question alone signalled to her that he remembered where they had seen each other before. Smiling she considered the offer, but dismissed it as she had a date to get ready for.

"Unfortunately not. I don't have much extra time this evening," she responded.

"Some other time then?"

Jane considered it. She didn't really think a cup of coffee with this stranger would really hurt anything. Though as soon as she thought that another thought of guilt chased it soundly away. She would have coffee with this man. There was nothing wrong with coffee.

"Sunday morning. Same time and place we saw each other last," she responded. "See you then."



His thoughts had run off from him again. They were supposed to be working on a new song. He couldn't remember whose idea it was to rent Houdini's house for recording the new album, but he didn't think that was the factor in his lack of writing. It was because... he kept thinking about her bright eyes.

"Fuck," he set down his pen, getting up and pacing from the table.

She was unlike any woman who had infilitrated his thoughts before. Not only was she not an actress, unless she was an aspiring one like all Hollywood residents seemed to be, nor a singer, she was... less than glamourous. Their initial... he couldn't even call it meeting because they never spoke... hadn't even been what he normally would have called intriguing. At yet he still couldn't get the very moment their eyes connected out of his mind. It would jump into his thoughts when he was least expecting it. And now that they conversed, he could not... could not stop thinking about her. Her uncertainty of herself normally would be seen as a turn-off, but in the month since sighting her, Adam could already tell there was more confidence in her eyes, in her stance. That alone made her different.

In that month her increased confidence seemed to change her appearance too. He couldn't quite explain what it was. She wasn't the twiggy starlets who hung on him, hoping for something. And she certainly wasn't walking around with a stick up her ass like—

"Adam?" the guitarist sat next to him, slapping his back.

Broken out of his thought, he turned to James, "What's up?"

"You've been sitting here staring for something like a fucking hour, man," he declared. "What weed have you been smoking and not sharing?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all," he shook his head.

James grinned, "There's a girl."

His eyes widened slightly and he once more repeated his action, "Of course there isn't. I haven't had time for girls. I've been here with you guys."

Snorting, he replied, "Not all the time. I'm the only one staying here overnight. That gives you plenty of time to chase the pussy. Who is she?"

"No one. I've been spending my free time at home with Frankie. You know that," Adam declared.

"Your dog does not count," James stated. "Who is she?"

"No one."

"Yeah I don't believe it anymore now than I did a minute ago. But you keep being mysterious and everything," James smirked. "Anyways, the rest of the guys are already out. You staying here for the night?"

Adam shook his head, "Nah. Frankie will be expecting me. See you tomorrow, James."



Dressed in a sparkly black dress, Jane followed Jayden into his modest home. After a night of dinner and dancing, discovering Jayden was quite the swing dancer, her body was still vibrating with excitement. It truly had been a lovely evening. With his request to join him for a nightcap at his place, Jane saw no reason at all to turn him down. So there she was, passing through his living room and into the kitchen.

Slipping onto a barstool, her brown eyes went to his, "And what poison have you for me?"

He poured a glass of red wine, "For you, my dear."

Their glasses clinked a moment later before his hand folded around hers, leading to her back out to the living room. They sunk onto the couch, his arm slipping around her. By the time her empty glass was set upon the coffee table, his lips touched hers, his hand cupped her breast. The combination of that third glass of wine, after the two with dinner, and the single cocktail at the dance hall, Jane had lost all inhibitions. It had been many... years since she had been kissed, touched, fucked. In fact she only had one lover ever, a boy in college, and she had no pleasure from it. But she knew her time with Jayden would be different, had to be different. He was caring and gentle and seemed to love her.

With very little convincing, she stood and followed him back towards where she presumed his bedroom was. Jayden guided her to his bed, his fingers lightly caressing her shoulders, slipping the thin strap of her dress down. Sitting beside her, he kissed her bare shoulder, his hand cupping her full breast once more. Slowly he guided her to lay back.

There was a flurry of activity, a quick discarding of clothing. Jane practically hadn't a clue what was going on until he moved to enter her. She gasped, pushing him away. But he kissed away her doubts, rolled off, and shrouded his cock with latex. Without more regard to her, Jayden thrust into her. His mouth covered hers, swallowing her scream at the jolt of pain shocking her body.

When his body stopped moving upon hers, Jayden leaned down and kissed her, muttering, "I love you, Jane."

Two hours later she crept into her apartment, stepping over two cats who slept near the door, waiting her return. Her body ached and not entirely pleasantly. Streaks of tears lightly kissed her cheeks. She supposed that sex was not important, was not something to kill a relationship over. Afterall it clearly could not be as good as it was in the movies. But why did she feel used now that Jayden had touched her so? Why could she not mutter those words back to him?

Sighing she moved to her bathroom, quickly showering before turning towards her bed. She flicked on her alarm, though turned it immediately back off. It was already Saturday, she could afford to sleep in as late as her body would allow. She had no plans until Sunday morning.

The thought of his eyes caused her to smile. At least she could fall asleep thinking of that. And not the boyfriend who troubled her.