The Charm - Chapter 2
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tygermineTitle: The Charm
Author: Tygermine
Characters: Gerard/ OFC (this is het, afterall)
Summary: Shaz wished upon a charm. Now will someone please explain the naked man in her living room?
Notes: Forgot to post the rest of the story after chapter one until I got a comment - so here's the rest. Humour my attempt at self indulgent smut.
Disclaimer: If only this was real...
Sunlight spilled through her bedroom window, painting the room in a summer glow. Shaz felt herself wake up with a grin. Wherever Louis got those shrooms, she got her money’s worth. They were awesome!
She stretched and rolled over.
Into another body.
She yelped.
OHMIGOD! She thought to herself. It was real! He’s real! What the fuck happened?
His eyelids fluttered open, shut, then opened wide. They flew from the bed at the same time, Shaz grabbing a sheet on her way out, quickly wrapping it around her naked body. They just stared each other down across the messy bed.
‘You!’ They both exclaimed
‘You’re supposed to be gone. You’re a hallucination!’ Shaz claimed her voice high with panic.
‘I thought I was dreaming!’ He defended.
‘You’re not real!’ They both accused the other.
‘No. I’m very real.’ He said, holding the duvet in front of himself.
‘Fuck.’ She said. ‘I need coffee.’
‘I need a cigarette.’ She heard him mutter.
Shaz shuffled out of the bedroom, through the living room into the tiny kitchen. She flipped the kettle on and quickly prepped two cups.
She heard him come through and sit on the couch. Chancing a glance at him, she saw he had wrapped the quilt from last night around his waist. He was looking at her. Intensely. As if to memorise every detail of her. She shivered under the scrutiny. The kettle clicked off and she poured the boiling water into the cups, quickly adding sugar. Taking both cups to the living room, she handed one to him.
‘Sorry about the lack of milk.’ She said as she leant back against the counter separating the kitchen from the rest of the living room.
He nodded in thanks and blew on the brew to cool it down. Before looking around the room.
‘What you looking for?’ She asked
‘My clothes.’
‘You don’t have any.’ She replied
He looked at her in a way that reminded her of an owl.
‘What?’ She defended. ‘You just showed up all naked.’
‘Did you drug me?’ He asked, pointing a finger at her.
‘What? No!’
‘Then how the hell did I end up here?’ He asked turning a strange shade of red.
‘I have no idea.’ She said softly, suddenly ashamed and angry at not having an answer.
They drank their coffee in silence. The absolute bizarreness of their situation and the previous night’s acrobatics flipping over and over through their thoughts.
‘Let’s start from the beginning.’ She said, the silence pulling on her nerve endings. ‘Last night my mate came over, we had some wine and shrooms. She gave me some gifts. She left. I stood up and suddenly you’re standing in front of me. All wet and...naked.’
He looked intensely at her, trying to find a lie. Not finding one, he shrugged.
‘All I know is that I was in my room, about to get out of the shower. I closed my eyes for a second and then I was here. You obviously kidnapped me.’
Shaz shot him a dagger look.
‘If I kidnapped you, the why didn’t I tie you to a chair? Or tell you not to leave? The door is open, feel free.’
‘I’m not leaving without my clothes.’
‘I don’t have your...’ she sighed and picked up the jeans and t-shirt from last night, still lying where she threw them. ‘Here, these might fit. Not too sure about shoes. What size are you?’
‘10.’
She disappeared into her room and came back holding an old pair of Vans. ‘These belonged to an ex. They should fit.’
‘Thanks.’ He said.’ Not for the kidnapping…’ Shaz clenched her jaw, ‘but for the clothes.’ He dressed quickly and reached for the door.
‘Oh, have you got cab fare? I need to get back to my hotel.’
‘Where is it?’
‘As if you...’ seeing her face, he changed tact. ‘Hilton. Times Square.’
‘Times Square. New York?’ She asked
‘Yeah.’
‘Right. Erm...you’re not going to get there by cab.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You’re in London, England.’ She said.
He passed out at her feet.
‘Such a girl.’ She muttered, bending down and gently slapping him awake.
‘Hey,’ she said once he was awake and sitting on her couch, eyes wide and vacant looking. ‘Do ‘you still believe your kidnapping theory now?’
‘I don’t want to,’ he said, ‘but I’m out of any other excuses.’ He looked her straight in the eye. ‘Send me back.’
‘I can’t.’
‘You obviously worked some voodoo on me to get me here and then make me…’ He waved in the direction of the bedroom.
She wanted to slap him. Really hard. Instead, she settled for her ‘give-me-a-break-are-you-seriously-being-such-a-moron’ look and said nothing.
‘Well how else did I get across an ocean?’
She hunched her shoulders and reached for her pack of camel blues lying next to an old, battered copy of Pride and Prejudice. She lit one, breathed deeply and saw nearly every single muscle in his body tense.
‘You want one?’ She asked, holding the lit cigarette aloft.
He nodded a slight squeak escaping his throat.
‘Promise to be nice?’ She asked.
He nodded. She could sense him getting ready to pounce.
‘And stop accusing me of witchcraft?’
His left eye twitched ever so slightly, followed by another quick nod. His fingers clenched and opened in need.
‘And promise...’
He growled. ‘Yes. Yes. Whatever you want. Gimme!’ He nearly jumped on top of her as she held out her half full box to him.
Lighting one, he inhaled deeply, visibly calmed down before coughing gently.
‘Not my usual brand.’ He noted.
He smoked two more cigarettes before Shaz felt she could speak to him rationally.
‘I’m sorry.’ She finally said. Putting her now empty cup on the counter behind her.
‘You still don’t believe me?’ He said
‘I think I’ve fallen into a schizophrenic coma and this is all in my twisted mind and any second now I’ll wake up.’ She said. ‘That would explain how you got here.’
‘I thought I was the one going insane. Do you have a phone I can use?’ He asked. She motioned to her mobile lying on the table.
‘Thanks.’ He said and began dialling a number. She stubbed out her cigarette and walked past him. He eyed her.
‘Where are you going?’ He asked.
‘Shower.’ She said simply and left him on his own.
In the relative safety and privacy of her bathroom, she turned on the water and turned to look at herself in the mirror. She had recently decided that blue would look awesome. So her dark brown hair was now a dark blue colour. It made her lime green eyes stand out, when they weren’t hidden by exhaustion caused puffy eyelids.
‘You slut.’ She muttered to herself, before climbing into the shower and mentally berating herself while trying to find a solution to the very male problem sitting in her living room.
She didn’t bother turning on the hot water tap. She needed cold water. Desperately. She massaged shampoo into her hair, rubbing hard as if to rub last night out of her memory. When that failed, she grabbed her mango body wash and proceeded to scrub every inch of her body, willing any physical reminder of him to wash out.
But he had somehow sunk deeper than her skin.
She gave up after half an hour.
As he hung up his call to his manager Brian, he rubbed his face in despair. No matter how many different angles he looked at it, he couldn’t come up with a rational excuse to explain him being here. And especially for doing what he did last night. He would normally never do that to a woman. It was so brutal. So Neanderthal of him. He was really disgusted with himself.
But then there was the question of how he got into her living room.
He felt her sink down next to him on the couch. The scent of mangoes filled his nostrils. In a very pleasant way, making his mouth water.
‘Did you come right?’ She asked, brushing her damp hair.
‘Huh?’
‘Your friends. Did you call them? Let them know where you are?’
‘Oh, uh, yeah’. He remembered Brian freaking out.
‘You’re where?’
‘Uh, London.’
‘Canada?’
‘England’
‘How?’
‘I don’t know. And no, I’m not on any drugs. It just, happened.’
He heard Brian sigh.
‘Do you have any ID on you?’
He squirmed slightly. ‘No. I was, er, uh, naked.’
‘Naked?’
‘Yes.’ He squeaked.
‘Let me see what I can do.’ Brian sighed from the other side of the world.
‘Uh, yeah. They said I need to stick around. They’ll make a plan for me to get home. Brian’s pissed at you.’ He had pulled on the jeans and t-shirt while she was in the shower.
‘Me?’ Shaz flustered. ‘For the last and final time, I did not bring you here. You got here all by yourself.’
He smiled. ‘Yeah. Sure. I’m magic that way.’
They stayed on the couch, smoking, talking, waiting for the phone to ring. When it finally did, he grabbed the phone eagerly answering it.
‘Hello? Brian? Yeah.’ He stood by the kitchen counter scribbling on a scrap piece of paper. Shaz stepped out onto the tiny balcony. He had to go home. Since the terrorist attacks, getting in and out of a country without a ton of visas or a lot of money was close to impossible. Unless you teleported. They needed a teleporter. Where would she find one? Who in her telephone list would own a teleporter? To be honest, quite a few of them, if, well, teleporters actually existed.
Shaz played with the charm around her neck, ideas flying around her head.
He finished his call and handed the phone to her.
‘Ok, he said it would take a day or so to get everything set up to get me back home. In the meantime’, he leant against the railing next to her, ‘we need to figure out how I got here and see if we can reverse it.’
‘I have a theory.’ She said
‘Its not bunnies, is it?’
‘Magical bunnies.’ She replied.
‘Magical bunnies?’
‘Magical ninja bunnies that broke into your hotel room and hoodooed you over to my apartment. Not that I know why.’
‘See! Voodoo. The ninja bunnies were working for you!’
‘Well, there’s obviously nothing wrong with your ego.’ She sighed. ‘Voodoo is a religion. The magic is hoodoo.’
‘But there were still ninja bunnies, right?’ He smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
She smiled back. ‘I think they worked independently.’
‘But you’re a witch, right?’ He asked.
‘I’m a what?’
‘Incense.’ He quickly defended his assumption.
‘Incense?’
He pointed to the coffee table.
‘Oh, right. Yeah. Louis and I use incense for spells and to hide the smell when we smoke pot.’
‘Great! A stoner witch with magical ninja bunnies kidnapped me.’
‘I’m going to assume you’re teasing me, and will in return not punch you.’
He smiled. ‘Come on, let’s research this thing.’
‘You’re a Buffy fan, aren’t you? Only Buffy fans get this excited about research.’
‘I’ll make the coffee.’ He said as she took a seat on her beat up old couch.
‘Are you sure you didn’t forget doing something weird last night?’ He asked, pulling the coffee tin out the cupboard.
‘Besides you?’ She muttered to herself.
‘What?’
‘Nothing. Did nothing… odd.’ She said aloud.
‘This is so fucking weird.’ He finished making the coffee and brought the cups over to the couch.
‘Look, seeing as how you’re stuck here for a few days, you can sleep on the couch.’
He looked at her again, trying to see if she was sincere and not intent on killing him in his sleep.
‘Thanks.’ He said quietly.
‘So.’ Shaz said trying to break away from his gaze.’ What do you want to do while you’re here?’ His mind pulled a memory from the night before. He put it away instantly. ‘I’m sure you have work to do.’ He said. Her gasp from the night before echoing in his ears. The borrowed jeans felt a little tighter.
‘Nah, lucky for you, it’s my day off. We can do a tour of the city. Unless you’ve been here before.’ She added quickly.
He felt that at that exact moment in time, moving was going to be a serious issue, as his mind kept repeating a slide show of the night before with soundtrack! He needed to make a good excuse not to leave the couch until he got himself under control.
‘Hey, wow! Is that the complete black books?’ He asked suddenly.
She looked confused for a second. ‘Oh, yeah.’
‘You know, I’ve never seen it, but Bob keeps raving on about it.’
She arched an eyebrow.
‘I’ve done the London thing a few times.’ He waved his hand as if that was explanation enough.
Shaz shrugged. ‘Ok.’ She put in the DVD and disappeared to her room. He ignored the show, wondering why she scurried off like that. Looking at his crotch, he whispered to it. ‘Fucking behave.’ Why was he reacting to her like a horny 15 year old? He didn’t know her from a bar of soap, yet he couldn’t help himself. He just had to know what she tasted like. And now that he knew, he wanted more.
Fuck. Dude, you are so screwed.
She came out only two episodes later and sat down carefully next to him. The soft scent of mangoes teased him, making his stomach growl.
‘You alright?’ She asked
‘Yeah.’ He almost squeaked, squirming slightly in his seat.
‘I can hear your stomach growling.’
‘Well, don’t you eat?’
She shrugged. ‘Feel free to raid my kitchen. See what I have.’
He was sure he heard Feel free to ravish me. See how I come. He shook his head to try and clear it.
‘Nah, I’m…you know…ok. Just right here.’ He said while silently conjuring up images to kill the tight feeling in his jeans. Goddammit! This woman is going to kill him without touching him!
‘Fine’. She sighed, getting up and going to the fridge. ‘You want a beer?’ She offered. He shook his head. ‘No, thanks. I don’t drink.’
‘Oh.’ She pulled a beer out of the fridge and put on the kettle. ‘In that case, you’re gonna have to live with either coffee or water.’
‘Coffee is good.’ He laughed. Shaz ignored the slight twist in her stomach. She’s just hungry, is all.
‘If you’re hungry, we can order some take out.’ She suggested. ‘Menu’s are on the fridge.’ He nodded, attention back on the TV. She got up and went out to the balcony again, lit up a cigarette and looked out over Camden. Fuck! She thought. It’s not supposed to be like this! He’s a fucking hallucination. One that drinks my coffee, smokes my cigarettes, quotes Buffy and is awesome in bed. She had the sickening feeling that the next few days were going to be long, very long.
Part 3 - Unexpected Houseguests and Some Shower Karaoke
Author: Tygermine
Characters: Gerard/ OFC (this is het, afterall)
Summary: Shaz wished upon a charm. Now will someone please explain the naked man in her living room?
Notes: Forgot to post the rest of the story after chapter one until I got a comment - so here's the rest. Humour my attempt at self indulgent smut.
Disclaimer: If only this was real...
Sunlight spilled through her bedroom window, painting the room in a summer glow. Shaz felt herself wake up with a grin. Wherever Louis got those shrooms, she got her money’s worth. They were awesome!
She stretched and rolled over.
Into another body.
She yelped.
OHMIGOD! She thought to herself. It was real! He’s real! What the fuck happened?
His eyelids fluttered open, shut, then opened wide. They flew from the bed at the same time, Shaz grabbing a sheet on her way out, quickly wrapping it around her naked body. They just stared each other down across the messy bed.
‘You!’ They both exclaimed
‘You’re supposed to be gone. You’re a hallucination!’ Shaz claimed her voice high with panic.
‘I thought I was dreaming!’ He defended.
‘You’re not real!’ They both accused the other.
‘No. I’m very real.’ He said, holding the duvet in front of himself.
‘Fuck.’ She said. ‘I need coffee.’
‘I need a cigarette.’ She heard him mutter.
Shaz shuffled out of the bedroom, through the living room into the tiny kitchen. She flipped the kettle on and quickly prepped two cups.
She heard him come through and sit on the couch. Chancing a glance at him, she saw he had wrapped the quilt from last night around his waist. He was looking at her. Intensely. As if to memorise every detail of her. She shivered under the scrutiny. The kettle clicked off and she poured the boiling water into the cups, quickly adding sugar. Taking both cups to the living room, she handed one to him.
‘Sorry about the lack of milk.’ She said as she leant back against the counter separating the kitchen from the rest of the living room.
He nodded in thanks and blew on the brew to cool it down. Before looking around the room.
‘What you looking for?’ She asked
‘My clothes.’
‘You don’t have any.’ She replied
He looked at her in a way that reminded her of an owl.
‘What?’ She defended. ‘You just showed up all naked.’
‘Did you drug me?’ He asked, pointing a finger at her.
‘What? No!’
‘Then how the hell did I end up here?’ He asked turning a strange shade of red.
‘I have no idea.’ She said softly, suddenly ashamed and angry at not having an answer.
They drank their coffee in silence. The absolute bizarreness of their situation and the previous night’s acrobatics flipping over and over through their thoughts.
‘Let’s start from the beginning.’ She said, the silence pulling on her nerve endings. ‘Last night my mate came over, we had some wine and shrooms. She gave me some gifts. She left. I stood up and suddenly you’re standing in front of me. All wet and...naked.’
He looked intensely at her, trying to find a lie. Not finding one, he shrugged.
‘All I know is that I was in my room, about to get out of the shower. I closed my eyes for a second and then I was here. You obviously kidnapped me.’
Shaz shot him a dagger look.
‘If I kidnapped you, the why didn’t I tie you to a chair? Or tell you not to leave? The door is open, feel free.’
‘I’m not leaving without my clothes.’
‘I don’t have your...’ she sighed and picked up the jeans and t-shirt from last night, still lying where she threw them. ‘Here, these might fit. Not too sure about shoes. What size are you?’
‘10.’
She disappeared into her room and came back holding an old pair of Vans. ‘These belonged to an ex. They should fit.’
‘Thanks.’ He said.’ Not for the kidnapping…’ Shaz clenched her jaw, ‘but for the clothes.’ He dressed quickly and reached for the door.
‘Oh, have you got cab fare? I need to get back to my hotel.’
‘Where is it?’
‘As if you...’ seeing her face, he changed tact. ‘Hilton. Times Square.’
‘Times Square. New York?’ She asked
‘Yeah.’
‘Right. Erm...you’re not going to get there by cab.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You’re in London, England.’ She said.
He passed out at her feet.
‘Such a girl.’ She muttered, bending down and gently slapping him awake.
‘Hey,’ she said once he was awake and sitting on her couch, eyes wide and vacant looking. ‘Do ‘you still believe your kidnapping theory now?’
‘I don’t want to,’ he said, ‘but I’m out of any other excuses.’ He looked her straight in the eye. ‘Send me back.’
‘I can’t.’
‘You obviously worked some voodoo on me to get me here and then make me…’ He waved in the direction of the bedroom.
She wanted to slap him. Really hard. Instead, she settled for her ‘give-me-a-break-are-you-seriously-being-such-a-moron’ look and said nothing.
‘Well how else did I get across an ocean?’
She hunched her shoulders and reached for her pack of camel blues lying next to an old, battered copy of Pride and Prejudice. She lit one, breathed deeply and saw nearly every single muscle in his body tense.
‘You want one?’ She asked, holding the lit cigarette aloft.
He nodded a slight squeak escaping his throat.
‘Promise to be nice?’ She asked.
He nodded. She could sense him getting ready to pounce.
‘And stop accusing me of witchcraft?’
His left eye twitched ever so slightly, followed by another quick nod. His fingers clenched and opened in need.
‘And promise...’
He growled. ‘Yes. Yes. Whatever you want. Gimme!’ He nearly jumped on top of her as she held out her half full box to him.
Lighting one, he inhaled deeply, visibly calmed down before coughing gently.
‘Not my usual brand.’ He noted.
He smoked two more cigarettes before Shaz felt she could speak to him rationally.
‘I’m sorry.’ She finally said. Putting her now empty cup on the counter behind her.
‘You still don’t believe me?’ He said
‘I think I’ve fallen into a schizophrenic coma and this is all in my twisted mind and any second now I’ll wake up.’ She said. ‘That would explain how you got here.’
‘I thought I was the one going insane. Do you have a phone I can use?’ He asked. She motioned to her mobile lying on the table.
‘Thanks.’ He said and began dialling a number. She stubbed out her cigarette and walked past him. He eyed her.
‘Where are you going?’ He asked.
‘Shower.’ She said simply and left him on his own.
In the relative safety and privacy of her bathroom, she turned on the water and turned to look at herself in the mirror. She had recently decided that blue would look awesome. So her dark brown hair was now a dark blue colour. It made her lime green eyes stand out, when they weren’t hidden by exhaustion caused puffy eyelids.
‘You slut.’ She muttered to herself, before climbing into the shower and mentally berating herself while trying to find a solution to the very male problem sitting in her living room.
She didn’t bother turning on the hot water tap. She needed cold water. Desperately. She massaged shampoo into her hair, rubbing hard as if to rub last night out of her memory. When that failed, she grabbed her mango body wash and proceeded to scrub every inch of her body, willing any physical reminder of him to wash out.
But he had somehow sunk deeper than her skin.
She gave up after half an hour.
As he hung up his call to his manager Brian, he rubbed his face in despair. No matter how many different angles he looked at it, he couldn’t come up with a rational excuse to explain him being here. And especially for doing what he did last night. He would normally never do that to a woman. It was so brutal. So Neanderthal of him. He was really disgusted with himself.
But then there was the question of how he got into her living room.
He felt her sink down next to him on the couch. The scent of mangoes filled his nostrils. In a very pleasant way, making his mouth water.
‘Did you come right?’ She asked, brushing her damp hair.
‘Huh?’
‘Your friends. Did you call them? Let them know where you are?’
‘Oh, uh, yeah’. He remembered Brian freaking out.
‘You’re where?’
‘Uh, London.’
‘Canada?’
‘England’
‘How?’
‘I don’t know. And no, I’m not on any drugs. It just, happened.’
He heard Brian sigh.
‘Do you have any ID on you?’
He squirmed slightly. ‘No. I was, er, uh, naked.’
‘Naked?’
‘Yes.’ He squeaked.
‘Let me see what I can do.’ Brian sighed from the other side of the world.
‘Uh, yeah. They said I need to stick around. They’ll make a plan for me to get home. Brian’s pissed at you.’ He had pulled on the jeans and t-shirt while she was in the shower.
‘Me?’ Shaz flustered. ‘For the last and final time, I did not bring you here. You got here all by yourself.’
He smiled. ‘Yeah. Sure. I’m magic that way.’
They stayed on the couch, smoking, talking, waiting for the phone to ring. When it finally did, he grabbed the phone eagerly answering it.
‘Hello? Brian? Yeah.’ He stood by the kitchen counter scribbling on a scrap piece of paper. Shaz stepped out onto the tiny balcony. He had to go home. Since the terrorist attacks, getting in and out of a country without a ton of visas or a lot of money was close to impossible. Unless you teleported. They needed a teleporter. Where would she find one? Who in her telephone list would own a teleporter? To be honest, quite a few of them, if, well, teleporters actually existed.
Shaz played with the charm around her neck, ideas flying around her head.
He finished his call and handed the phone to her.
‘Ok, he said it would take a day or so to get everything set up to get me back home. In the meantime’, he leant against the railing next to her, ‘we need to figure out how I got here and see if we can reverse it.’
‘I have a theory.’ She said
‘Its not bunnies, is it?’
‘Magical bunnies.’ She replied.
‘Magical bunnies?’
‘Magical ninja bunnies that broke into your hotel room and hoodooed you over to my apartment. Not that I know why.’
‘See! Voodoo. The ninja bunnies were working for you!’
‘Well, there’s obviously nothing wrong with your ego.’ She sighed. ‘Voodoo is a religion. The magic is hoodoo.’
‘But there were still ninja bunnies, right?’ He smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
She smiled back. ‘I think they worked independently.’
‘But you’re a witch, right?’ He asked.
‘I’m a what?’
‘Incense.’ He quickly defended his assumption.
‘Incense?’
He pointed to the coffee table.
‘Oh, right. Yeah. Louis and I use incense for spells and to hide the smell when we smoke pot.’
‘Great! A stoner witch with magical ninja bunnies kidnapped me.’
‘I’m going to assume you’re teasing me, and will in return not punch you.’
He smiled. ‘Come on, let’s research this thing.’
‘You’re a Buffy fan, aren’t you? Only Buffy fans get this excited about research.’
‘I’ll make the coffee.’ He said as she took a seat on her beat up old couch.
‘Are you sure you didn’t forget doing something weird last night?’ He asked, pulling the coffee tin out the cupboard.
‘Besides you?’ She muttered to herself.
‘What?’
‘Nothing. Did nothing… odd.’ She said aloud.
‘This is so fucking weird.’ He finished making the coffee and brought the cups over to the couch.
‘Look, seeing as how you’re stuck here for a few days, you can sleep on the couch.’
He looked at her again, trying to see if she was sincere and not intent on killing him in his sleep.
‘Thanks.’ He said quietly.
‘So.’ Shaz said trying to break away from his gaze.’ What do you want to do while you’re here?’ His mind pulled a memory from the night before. He put it away instantly. ‘I’m sure you have work to do.’ He said. Her gasp from the night before echoing in his ears. The borrowed jeans felt a little tighter.
‘Nah, lucky for you, it’s my day off. We can do a tour of the city. Unless you’ve been here before.’ She added quickly.
He felt that at that exact moment in time, moving was going to be a serious issue, as his mind kept repeating a slide show of the night before with soundtrack! He needed to make a good excuse not to leave the couch until he got himself under control.
‘Hey, wow! Is that the complete black books?’ He asked suddenly.
She looked confused for a second. ‘Oh, yeah.’
‘You know, I’ve never seen it, but Bob keeps raving on about it.’
She arched an eyebrow.
‘I’ve done the London thing a few times.’ He waved his hand as if that was explanation enough.
Shaz shrugged. ‘Ok.’ She put in the DVD and disappeared to her room. He ignored the show, wondering why she scurried off like that. Looking at his crotch, he whispered to it. ‘Fucking behave.’ Why was he reacting to her like a horny 15 year old? He didn’t know her from a bar of soap, yet he couldn’t help himself. He just had to know what she tasted like. And now that he knew, he wanted more.
Fuck. Dude, you are so screwed.
She came out only two episodes later and sat down carefully next to him. The soft scent of mangoes teased him, making his stomach growl.
‘You alright?’ She asked
‘Yeah.’ He almost squeaked, squirming slightly in his seat.
‘I can hear your stomach growling.’
‘Well, don’t you eat?’
She shrugged. ‘Feel free to raid my kitchen. See what I have.’
He was sure he heard Feel free to ravish me. See how I come. He shook his head to try and clear it.
‘Nah, I’m…you know…ok. Just right here.’ He said while silently conjuring up images to kill the tight feeling in his jeans. Goddammit! This woman is going to kill him without touching him!
‘Fine’. She sighed, getting up and going to the fridge. ‘You want a beer?’ She offered. He shook his head. ‘No, thanks. I don’t drink.’
‘Oh.’ She pulled a beer out of the fridge and put on the kettle. ‘In that case, you’re gonna have to live with either coffee or water.’
‘Coffee is good.’ He laughed. Shaz ignored the slight twist in her stomach. She’s just hungry, is all.
‘If you’re hungry, we can order some take out.’ She suggested. ‘Menu’s are on the fridge.’ He nodded, attention back on the TV. She got up and went out to the balcony again, lit up a cigarette and looked out over Camden. Fuck! She thought. It’s not supposed to be like this! He’s a fucking hallucination. One that drinks my coffee, smokes my cigarettes, quotes Buffy and is awesome in bed. She had the sickening feeling that the next few days were going to be long, very long.
Part 3 - Unexpected Houseguests and Some Shower Karaoke
