BFF's or more? [That Rekoj Guy & Faiyten]

[Rekoj]

Damien stumbled through the rain, down the street he had been down so many times before. He hated to do this to her, she didn't need this, but he had nowhere else to go. And tonight it was bad, he had let his guard down, and that was all his father needed to make him bleed. Damien stopped for a second in the street and fell down to one knee, the torrential downpour soaking him from head to toe. He was not dressed for the rain, a loose-fitting white t-shirt was draped over his torso and his pair of black jeans were getting wetter by the second.

Then he saw it, like a beacon of light, there was her door. The driveway was empty, as per usual, and he struggled his way up it to the door. There was a crimson stain on the back of his white tank-top, and it seemed to be growing. He could feel the blood leaking out of body, and draining him of all energy. Somehow, he managed to lift his hand and press the doorbell, just before he collapsed, his forehead meeting the door in an unfriendly manner.

 

[Faiyten]

Yet again Adelaide was home alone for second week in a row, her parents were currently out of the country and had left her home fearing that the trip would be a detriment to her studies. In all honesty she hadn't even wanted to go, attending dinner parties with people she didn't know nor did she care to know any of them, just didn't appeal to her not at much as lounging on a couch and vegging out in front of the television did. She sighed that's what she would be doing had the satellite not gotten knocked out in the storm, so she was laying on the couch with a book. Thankfully the power hadn't gone out, yet. She had the flashlight ready just in case though.

The sudden sound of the doorbell jerked Adelaide from her thoughts, knowing that only one person dropped by at this time of night, she promptly hopped off the couch. Placing her hand on the doorknob after unlocking it she turned it slowly, shocked by the sudden weight that nearly knocked her off her feet as Damien fell through it. Twisting she barely managed to catch the back of his tank top to prevent him from slamming his head on the floor. "Jesus fucking Christ..." she hissed through clenched teeth as she practically dragged Damien through the door kicking it shut behind them with her foot. Repositioning her grip Adelaide dragged him towards the couch muttering more than a few expletives under her breath the entire time. If getting him to the couch seemed like it had been hard it would look like a walk in the park after she managed to drag, push, and pull him onto the couch. And taking a few moments to catch her breath and since he still seemed unconscious she pulled back her hand to give him an open palm smack to the face as hard as she could muster.

 

[Rekoj]

That woke Damien up, as he held his face, and soon crumpled over to the side. He was still bleeding, as he tried to understand where he was and how he got there. He looked up and saw the face of Adelaide staring down at him. And he somehow managed to find the strength for a weak smile. But the fact of the matter was, he shouldn't have been smiling. He murmured, in a weak voice that barely sounded anything at all like his usual playful one, "Hey, it's my Laidey..."

He shivered lightly, the house was warm but he was cold, oh so cold. Whether it be from the blood loss, which had finally slowed, or the cool water covering his skin he wasn't sure. The deep cut hidden by his tank top hadn't stopped bleeding, but it had slowed down to the point where he wouldn't need to be sent off in an ambulance. the back of his shirt was almost entirely all red from the blood by now, as he closed his eyes again quickly, almost starting to drift off on her couch again right away.

 

[Faiyten]

Damien's reaction to getting slapped had allowed Adelaide to get a pretty good look at the back of his shirt. "He did a number on you huh....." she said more as a statement than a question. Pulling her hair back into a loose bun, she sighed as she looked him over. Whatever injuries his father had given him this time had to be pretty bad for him to be in this kind of shape. Half dead and looking hypothermic, he could use a blanket but first she had to get him all cleaned up. Getting to her feet she pulled the first aid kit out of the hall closet setting it down on the coffee table after removing a small pair of scissors. As she gritted her teeth mentally steeling herself against whatever she'd find under his blood and water soaked shirt, she began to slowly cut open his shirt peeling it away from his skin. Throwing up on Damien definitely wouldn't help him out any right now.

After making the necessary cuts to his shit she managed to pull it off of him without having to roll him over or make him sit up. "So this might hurt.... a lot....." she said, as she poured peroxide onto what used to be the left right sleeve of her t-shirt having ripped it off to use as a rag. Diligently but as gentle as Adelaide could manage she began to clean up that nasty wound in his back. After finally completing that task which had ended up requiring her other sleeve and a strip or two from her shirt, she started the process of actually bandaging the wound which needed lots of gauze and medical tape. "Hey Damien I know you probably don't want to considering what I just did to your back but I'm going to need you to sit up for a few minutes while I wrap this linen around to keep that bandage from coming off. And then you can have a blanket." she said as she gently pulled on his shoulders urging him to sit up.

 

[Rekoj]

The cut had come from a broken beer bottle, which had been thrown and had been embedded into his back. It was in a circle shape, but because of the uneven jagged edges of the bottle, some parts were very deep whereas other parts of the circle the skin had barely been broken. The only sign that Damien hadn't slipped back into unconsciousness was the hiss he made when the peroxide hit the cut. It was a familiar sting though, as he shivered lightly, his damp skin exposed to the air. The cut was cleaned, and he felt her palms upon his shoulders.

He slowly managed to work his way up into a sitting position on the couch, feeling a little strength come back to his body. However, as he came to a sitting position he looked down at the floor. His eyes didn't want to look up to hers, he hated to do this to her. Along with the many physical scars, there were plenty of mental ones. He hated to do this to Adelaide, he despised it, loathed himself for coming over and taking away her evening with needing to take care of him. He muttered, as he stared down at the floor, the tears in his eyes hidden by the drops of water littering his face, "I'm so sorry..."

 

[Faiyten]

As carefully as she could she wrapped the linen around him careful not to wrap it too tight so as not to cause him discomfort. Once she had wrapped him twice she clipped the cloth in place with four small little metal clips. Leaning back she observed him for a moment, nothing that he wouldn't let his gaze meet hers, a small frown crossed her face before she turned to go wash her hands and grab that blanket she promised him. "I'll be right back." she called back as she jogged up the stairs.

As she washed her hands she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She needed to change her shirt now she'd ruined it and gotten blood on it. Splashing a small amount of water on her face she wiped it dry before heading to her room for a shirt and then to the linen closet for a extra blanket then back downstairs.

Wrapping the blanket around Damien, she gave him a smile. "Don't apologize I'd rather you come here than not. 'Sides you keep me company." She said as she pulled off her dirty shirt and tossed it on the floor with the rags and wrappers from the bandages then pulled on her clean shirt. Gathering up the trash she cleaned up then plopped down beside him on the couch resting her head on his shoulder. Letting her hand find his she gave it a squeeze, "Don't you ever apologize for this."

 

[Rekoj]

Damien looked up slowly towards her, planning on looking into her eyes, wondering if she would look at him in the eye. However, when he looked, she was pulling her now dirtied shirt off. But he kept looking up, searching for her eye until... when she pulled her shirt off, it got a little caught on her undergarment. Her bra lifted and shifted as the shirt pulled off, exposing her left breast partially. It was amazing, really, how his skin could be so pale and cold from the rain and cut, but as soon as he saw that bit of her flesh, he flushed entirely.

Suddenly, Damien went from weak and helpless young man to stuttering schoolboy in just a flash. He wanted to respond to her wonderfully nice comments, but he couldn't. He just couldn't, even after she pulled on the clean shirt, his mind was still on the bit of skin he'd seen. He wanted to thank her for telling him not to apologize, but he couldn't. He was still flushing, but a smile crept onto his lips. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her in little clothing before, but it'd been a while, and he couldn't help but ignore her words and only comment, "Nice nipple."

He knew it didn't fit the moment, he knew he should've given her an honest, sincere thank you for what she said to him. But he couldn't help it, he hated when he was blushing in front of her, she was usually quick to tease, so it was time for a self-defense tease. He only wondered if she would know what he was talking about.

 

[Faiyten]

She blinked a few times at his comment, wondering just what he had meant before it clicked in her head and color began rushing into her cheeks "Jerk... Well at least I haven't been caught masturbating...." She said sticking her tongue out at him. "You should really remember to lock the door." she said sticking her tongue out at him before getting to her feet when he stomach rumbled.

"I'm hungry are you?" she asked halfway to the kitchen.Shocking she had remembered to ask if he wanted anything to eat, normally she'd have gone and fixed her self and sat back down, leaving him to stare at her in mild surprise. Pulling open the refrigerator she peered into it's depths for a moment or two before deciding that she wanted a sandwich. Reaching in she pulled out cheddar cheese, sliced ham and bread, and set them on the counter. She quickly went about the process the making a grilled ham and cheese. Deciding to err on the side of caution she made two before grabbing a soda and flopping back down on the couch. "What do you want to do? Tv's out."

 

[Rekoj]

Damien had flushed fully again at her casual drop in of the oh-so-awkward time when he simply couldn't hold in his lust anymore. It had been one of those weeks where he had stayed a few days over at her house, and he thought she had gone out to the store. He didn't hear her return for her forgotten purse, and well, he was busted red handed. He crawled into his blanket, searching for the warmth and comfort it provided. He looked at the sandwich on the table, but it looked too far away for him at the moment.

Instead, he crawled up into a ball into the corner of the couch, and tried to take his mind off of the searing pain in his back. He sighed, and groaned, "I dunno, what is there to do? Let's do something which can help me with the pain..."

 

[Faiyten]

Something to take his mind off the pain. Adelaide knew the perfect thing for that, alcohol. It semi solved problems til you sobered up. With that she hopped off the couch still gnawing on the grilled cheese and practically ran into the room her parents kept the bar. A few moments later she returned with a triumphant grin on her face and a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. If you were gong to drink why not do it right and get the hard stuff that made you forget what you did the morning after. Setting the bottle down she vanished into the kitchen returning five minutes later with a sliced up lime and salt.

Flopping down beside him again she polished off her sandwich and then poured them both a shot. "You first." she said with a wicked grin. He wanted something to take away the pain and she planned on getting him so drunk he couldn't stand.

 

[Rekoj]

Damien had closed his eyes and barely recognized that Adelaide had taken off. He felt her moving around, and groaned slightly. He was still drained from the wound, and he was quite enjoying the warmth and dryness the blanket offered. But then he heard the unmistakable sound of glass hitting the glass coffee table. He cracked open one eye and saw a tequila bottle, and two shot glasses.

He slowly lifted himself from the corner of the couch, and sat up in his seat. He felt his leg hit Adelaide's as he leaned forwards and reached for one of the shot glasses. He took it, lifted it up, and slammed it down- real hard, and real quick. It was soon followed by a hiss escaping past his lips, as he felt the burn. He put the shot glass down, and looked to Adelaide, "Alright, now it's your turn."

 

[Faiyten]

Adelaide grinned as she sprinkled salt into the space on her hand between her thumb and pointer fingers she tossed back the shot, licked the salt off her hand, and then popped a lime slice in her mouth. Sucking the juice out of the lime slice she swallowed the shot before pouring another. They went back and forth a few times alternating turns with the shots before she realized Damien might be just a wee bit tipsy. "Should've eaten the sammich." she said tossing back another shot. Give her another couple of shots though and she'd be tipsy right along with him. Which is precisely what she did she tossed back a few more shots before leaning back on the couch settling into that state of mild drunkenness where she didn't want to move and everything was perfect. How she loved that state of mind and hated it when she was disturbed from it. "So pain gone yet?" she asked Damien looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. If he answered no then more drinking was in order, far more.

 

[Rekoj]

"I think... mostly-you know Adelaide... everytime I come over, it astounds me how pretty you look..." Damien said, looking at her a bit like a lovesick puppy. It had been a while since Damien had been drinking, he usually avoided it because of what his father became when he drank. Damien was always so worried he'd turn into what his father became. But he was completely the opposite, he was nice and warm, and tipsy enough to enjoy the moment. And he didn't care what he said, or what Adelaide said, because they were drunk, and that was just fine.

Damien wasn't feeling too much pain anymore, but he still leaned forward and poured another shot for himself and his lady. What the hell, it was a party. As he leaned back, and was just about to slam the shot, he heard the phone ring over to his right. He looked at it, and looked at Adelaide to his left, and said, "Hey, I think the phone's... doing that... ringing thing. You's gonna get it?"

 

[Faiyten]

Adelaide smiled, "That's nothing really it's not." she said, which was true, she never thought she looked pretty always being dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Personally, she thought Damien was cute she'd just never say that aloud no matter how drunk she was. She was relaxed for her drinking occured more often than not simply because she was home by herself a lot. Granted she rarely if ever drank by her lonesome but she might have a couple while Damien was keeping her company.

She tossed back her shot and then stared at the phone for a few seconds before it clicked that it was probably one of her parents trying to get a hold of her. "I got it.." With a sigh she crawled across the couch intending to reach over Damien's shoulder and grab it then scoot back to her seat. It didn't work like that though the combination of her precarious balance and the tequila made for an interesting situation in which she lost her balance and ended falling into Damien's lap, practically straddling him. She stared at him for a few moments the phone all but forgotten even more so once the answering machine picked it up. In the back of her mind she knew she should probably move she just didn't want to.

 

[Rekoj]

Damien went to stop Adelaide from falling, but of course the tequila had gotten to him, throwing off his hand-eye quite bad. His palms aimed for her shoulders, and with his left hand his aim had been true. However, with his right, his aim had been too low. It went to her chest, and got a good feel of her breast before he realized where his hand was. So soon enough, his hand went up to her shoulder, but by that time, she had stopped falling entirely.

And, she was sitting upon his lap, which Damien slowly processed. He was drunk, the last shot of tequila on the empty stomach had pushed him over from tipsy to drunk. Very drunk. He normally would've flushed and quickly removed his hands, stuttering and stumbling over his words... but instead he let instinct take him where it wanted to. He rolled his hips underneath her a little bit, letting her settle a little more on his lap. Her crotch, pressed tightly down on his. However, there was also something starting to press up against her, as he slowly moved his hips a little more, and got more comfortable in the what would normally be a very awkward moment.

 

[Faiyten]

Adelaide blinked a few times wondering how Damien's hand had ended up on her chest and why it was still there. Not that she minded, it felt rather nice, but that was something she'd keep quiet for the time being. It wasn't that she was attracted to Damien, oh that was far from the case she was just the kind of person who who was content just be near someone she cared about, mostly out of fear of damaging the existing relationship. And that fear of hers should have sent her scrambling off the couch the moment it occurred to her that things could go the way they were going, but tequila was a very strong inhibition-dampener clearly evidenced by the fact that he had just rolled his hips under hers and she hadn't made the slightest attempt to get off of him.

When he shifted once again it sent small little shivers racing up her spine. She rocked her hips as she shut her eyes drowning out what left of her inhibited mind as she reveled in the sensations this caused throughout her body. She could just relax and see where things went instead of allowing herself to think about what might and mightn't happen. Let that voice of reason drown in the waves of alcohol it was surrounded by. Adelaide exhaled slowly before peering at Damien out of one eye the other remaining closed, wanting to see just how the alcohol was affecting him, as he hadn't moved his hands from her shoulders yet.

 

[Rekoj]

Oh, the alcohol was getting to Damien, as the tequila had seemingly kicked him in the head. He was out of it, his eyes remained closed as he began to push his hips up against hers. He was definitely enjoying the sensation of rubbing right up against Adelaide, though his mind seemed like it was a mile away. He couldn't even open his eyes to look at her, though the alcohol was thick on his breath and he just reverted to instincts with his hips, pressing up in a rhythmic matter in motion with Adelaides.

He was practically asleep, as his body simply was going on nothing but what his subconscious told him to do. In the meantime, his mind was in dreamland, as he chuckled to himself, "Hehe... Adelalaaaaaaady thinks that I'M the only one walked in on getting themself offfsh..." he slurred at the end, his voice trailing off as a goofy grin remained on his face. He continued, in a near sing-song voice, his eyes still closed as he remained a million miles away, "But.. but she doesn't know about the time I found her in the hot tub, having the time of her life..." again, the last word trailied off as he started to snore lightly. Though his hips continued to move, they were going slower and slower as he continued to slip away, his grip on her shoulders weakening.

 

[Faiyten]

Adelaide had been enjoying this moment, at least she had been until Damien had started sleep talking, then she had been very much lost as she tried to figure just what he meant. The alcohol was really hitting her now, she was feeling a little sluggish and quite obviously her mind was lagging behind the rest of her senses. She cocked her head to one side as she listened waiting to see if he'd say but then the snoring started, she found her self yawning somewhat as she made herself comfortable resting her head on his shoulder that way if he did say anything else she would catch it. A few moments later and she herself was drifting off lulled by the sounds of the rain outside and his breathing.

The next morning she was awakened by the sound of the phone ringing yet again. This time she managed to grab it without moving from her rather comfortable spot. After a sleep and hangover slurred conversation with her mother she got comfortable once again resting her head on his shoulder, before it occurred to her that she could smell Damien, it had not occurred to her that she was practically laying on him though. At least not yet anyways, as soon as the thought crossed her mind she sat bolt upright shoving herself off of him with a hard push knocking herself to the floor with a yelp. She just lay there momentarily stunned as she tried to remember what the hell happened last night.

Sitting up slowly Adelaide just missed smacking her head on the coffee table as she glanced around the rooms for signs of what happened. Her eyes fell on the tequila bottle on the table and sighed that would explain the gaps in her memory. Climbing to her feet she rubbed the back of her neck before deciding that breakfast would probably help her remember. She didn't even want to attempt to remember anything without food in her stomach plus it would help take the edge off this hangover. With a yawn and a long stretch she shuffled off to the kitchen to make breakfast.

 

[Rekoj]

It was amazing how Damien didn't wake up with the hard shove, instead, he just crumpled into the couch more. He snored lightly, a goofy grin still on his lips from the previous night. The side of his head was becoming embedded into the armrest of the couch. The poor boy needed his rest, he had had a strenuous past 12 hours or so. He slept on, shirtless, without a blanket, as obviously Adelaide had been enough for warmth.

It was only a minute or two without Adelaide before his subconscious finally started to pick up that something was wrong. He awoke with a groan, and instantly his hand went to his aching head. He called out, his palm against the side of his head, "Adelaaide?"

 

[Faiyten]

Adelaide was in the process of making pancakes her preferred breakfast when she had the choice especially after a hangover like the one she had. Her head didn't hurt so much as she seemed to be more in a daze or fog if you will. She was merely repeating familiar actions, of pouring the batter into the skillet waiting til it bubbled and flipping the pancake. After making few she heard Damien call her, which pulled her out of her fog somewhat. Turning off the stove she padded back to the living room before leaning over the couch. "Hm? What do you want?"

 

[Rekoj]

Damien looked up in a confused manner at the arrival of Adelaide, when she questioned what he wanted, he stated, "I... don't know." His eyes opened wide as he continued to try and wake up. He was confused, very confused, he had very little recollection of the previous night. There was some there, but there was some missing. For some reason he had Adelaide's hot-tub fun on his mind, that was somewhere lost in the fog of memories from the previous game.

He groaned before saying, "But since you're here... could I maybe get a glass of water? And Tylenol, lots... and lots of Tylenol..."

 

[Faiyten]

Adelaide stared at him with a mildly amused look on her face when he said he didn't know why he had called her. That was an odd little occurrence, as she turned to leave she heard him ask for a glass of water and lots of Tylenol. "Sure. I'd be glad too. Pancakes?" she called back and she walked back to the kitchen. She returned with his glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol left again then upon returning the second time she brought two plates of pancakes after starting a pot of coffee. She sat down beside him on the couch and looked at him. "You remember anything from last night?" she said before taking a bite of her pancakes. Maybe after a few more bites she'd actually try to remember what had happened and why she'd woken up in Damien's lap. That was what she really wanted to know.

 

[Rekoj]

Damien groaned and took pretty much all of the tylenol in one swallow with the water, shaking his head as he gulped it down, looking at the pancakes hungrily. He held his head, praying the tylenol would take effect soon, as he answered, "Tequila... lots and... lots and... lots of tequila... there was a phone call as well... and then that's pretty much it." With that, he grabbed a few pancakes and started to eat them. With another groan, he continued to eat. Soon enough, he had gulped his pancakes down. It didn't even appear that he chewed, he didn't eat often, so when he did he simply gobbled it down.

He shook his head, trying to shake the hangover off, asking, "What about you, what do you remember from last night-and before you answer, can we take a dip in your pool? Apparently, swimming is a good hangover cure, and I really feel as if I could use it. So far, this morning has been hell."

 

[Faiyten]

She continued to eat as she watched him devour his pancakes. Adelaide tended to forget that he didn't eat all that often, she used to scold him about it but then he'd just give her an odd little look and she'd just drop it. She just eyed him before shaking her head, "There's more in the kitchen if you're still hungry. " Sitting quietly she contemplated what he asked. "No I don't mind go ahead I'll be out after I drink my coffee. I'm barely functioning here." She replied as she stood disappearing into the kitchen with his glass and her plate. Pouring herself a cup of coffee she leaned back against the counter top after adding milk and sugar reveling in the warmth that spread through her hands as she turned her thoughts inward and tried to remember last night taking a sip from her mug every so often.

 

[Rekoj]

Entering the kitchen behind Adelaide, he quickly went for a few more pancakes. It wasn't like he tried to not eat much, it was simply what his body was used to, if he had good meals for a week he might explode. He looked at the coffee and raised an eyebrow, giving a quick whimper, his way of asking if he could have a cup as well. He didn't even bother with a plate for the rest of the pancakes, he ate them just using his hand, grabbing them and (rudely) stuffing his face with them. He was in a state where he simply didn't care, he just wanted to consume the food and quickly. As he eyed the coffee pot once more, he asked, "So, what do you remember from last night?"