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A/N: I would like to thank Sam Clover for her beta reading on this short.
Also, this is a one-shot, I have no intention of returning to these characters as I got a few other projects in the works. This is also an experiment for me in using first person. I hope you all enjoy.
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The explosion had me falling out of bed. My heart was pounding and pain flared through my bad hip as I hit the ground. Reaching around I searched desperately for my rifle, fingers probing through the dark. Knocking a discarded sock aside, nails dragging across the hard ground, I started to panic. Where the fuck was my rifle? Where the fuck was my armour? Why the fuck wasn’t anyone shouting.
The loud crash sounded again, and I shouted, feeling my lips peeling back from my teeth as I crawled across the floor trying to find my fucking gear.
As the fog of sleep slowly dissipated, small details shifted from dream to reality. The floor was hardwood, not the stone of Sperwan Ghar’s school house. The oppressive heat of Kandahar was actually the soft warmth of a Southern Ontario summer night.
“I’m at home. I’m at home,” I repeated to myself, my hand still outstretched but no longer searching for the rifle that wasn’t there.
I was laying on the floor of my apartment without any clothes, but it was the lack of my weapon that still made me feel naked. Even now, over a year since my return. It wasn’t a feeling I had very often anymore, thankfully. Tonight though it was sinking its claws back in. Letting out a slow breathe, I stood up, and brushed some of the dust from the floor off my skin.
“Well fuck me,” I muttered to the empty apartment, the red digital glow of my alarm clock showing just past three in the morning. Pressing the heels of my hands over my eyes, I ran my fingers through my hair, a cool sweat slick on the digits.
While the last tendrils of my dream started to fade from vivid to mist, I dug through my pants in the pile on the floor. It didn’t take long to find my cigarettes and lighter before going out to the balcony. The door had been left open and I stepped naked out into the surprisingly strong wind.
Lighting up, I heard the crash again, and looked down. It was the fucking dumpster just outside my building’s parking lot. That plastic lid lifted and fell hard with the wind, and it sounded clearly even ten floors up. Swearing again I took a long drag of my cigarette. It was going to take me at least an hour to get back to sleep. Luckily, I didn’t have work tomorrow, so I stood there listening to the cherry softly burn at the paper and tobacco. The breeze was cooling, a relief really as I savoured the burn of my cigarette.
My phone beeped from the bedroom. The distinct sound of a text message. I raised an eyebrow at that. Was Vanessa awake then? I kind of hoped she was; I needed someone to talk to right now.
Taking one last drag from my cigarette, I stubbed it out on the black smudge of the wall, and flicked the butt out into the wind. I pushed my hair back out of my face as I stepped inside to get to my room again. Picking up my phone from the nightstand, I dug my thumb into the seam and flipped it open.
And saw a name I’d not heard from in a few months. Not since she’d gotten her newest boyfriend. Not since the last time we’d fallen to the sheets drunk on wine and hungry for each other.
“Boys r stupid,” the text read and I felt the corner of my lip pull upwards in a smirk.
“Do u know what time it is?” I sent back.
Almost immediately after that text flew off into the ether, my phone began ringing in my hand. I pressed the button to answer.
“Yeah I do. I just got off work. Was hoping you’d be up,” Candice said as soon as the phone was against my ear. I didn’t even manage to get a ‘hello’ in.
“Well, you lucked out, I am. So, boys are stupid? Dan leave?”
“Mitch. And yes. Took off with Sarah two days ago,” Candice said, and I could just hear the rage simmering in her voice. It hid the hurt really well, but I knew it was there. Already I was going through my drawer, pushing aside the socks and simple panties for something lacey and sexy. I knew why she was really calling me.
“Your roommate? That fucking cunt,” I said, pulling out a deep blue thong and it’s matching bra, with enough lace and design to make Candice want to enjoy it a few moments before she pulled it off me.
“Yeah…” Candice said, trailing off at the exact moment I pulled up the thong. I could hear a sigh over the phone as I pondered stockings or not, quickly thinking ‘fuck it’ in the back of my mind and grabbing a pair of yoga pants.
“Yeah, apparently it’s been going for weeks. I know I don’t call, or message, or-” she started saying before I cut her off as I finished with the pants and went hunting for some socks.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I know this thing between us isn’t exactly deep. I’m the rebound girl, but honey, I’m the best damn rebound girl you’ll get,” I said and Candice laughed. It was a bitter one, but I could hear dikmen escort the humour in there.
“Okay. Well, get here soon or the wine will be gone. Same place, by the way,” she said.
“Be over in twenty,” I replied and hung up, cutting off her excited shout. I tossed the phone onto the bed and slipped on the bra. After adjusting myself I made my way to the bathroom. The plan had been to just slap on some deodorant and brush my teeth, but when I shut the medicine cabinet I found myself staring at my own features a moment.
Slowly my hand reached upwards, until the tips of my fingers traced along the scar cutting across my left cheek. A reminder of how close I’d come to discovering the answer to ‘Is there a God?’. The bullet had barely hurt when it happened, hadn’t noticed until after with blood pouring over my cheek. Then the pain had flared. It hadn’t bothered me for months now, but the dream, and the panicked awakening was bringing it all back.
I hadn’t admitted it to Candice, but I needed to be close to someone right now. I know we were not destined for anything more than casual fuck buddies, but after that dream I needed intimacy. Sex was always my favourite source of that, and with Vanessa in Ottawa for the weekend, I had to find someone else.
I let my hand fall from my cheek and splashed some cold water across my face, before hunting through the drawers for some eyeliner. Forcing my thoughts to what lay ahead, to how I’d met Candice nearly a year ago now. From watching her dance on a stage to managing to get into her bed and tasting her skin.
A few minutes later, I was pulling on a t-shirt that didn’t quite reach the waistband of my pants. After grabbing the bottle of red wine from the kitchen, I was headed out the door. Keys jingling in my hand I ignored the hacking cough from my neighbour and got into the elevator.
>< It was just past twenty minutes when I was knocking on the door of Candice’s two bedroom apartment. When the door opened, I wasn’t surprised to see her sporting an oversized hoodie and fleece pyjama pants. The woman’s face was a bit flushed, and I could still smell the cheap perfume she always wore to work. It brought back memories to the night we met, and I felt my lips curling as I held up the bottle of red. “Oh thank fuck. Apparently I only had enough for a glass,” she said reaching out to grab it. She was off to the kitchen as soon as the bottle was in hand, and I stepped in with a laugh. As soon as the door was shut behind me I kicked off my shoes and followed her. “That just seems like piss poor planning,” I said, leaning against the door frame to her kitchen, watching as she pulled the cork from the bottle. “Yeah well, if I was any good at that, maybe I wouldn’t be stripping through college and shacking up with shitty roommates and shitty boyfriends,” Candice said, tossing the cork across the counter and pulling the bottle to her lips. After taking a long pull, she began filling two glasses. I wasn’t surprised when the one she handed me certainly seemed less full. I just smirked as I took the glass. “Maybe not. But we’re here now,” I said with an almost apologetic shrug. “True. Well, here’s to shit boyfriends, and good friends,” she said lifting her glass to mine. I laughed tapping the edges together. As glass tinked, I tapped the bottom against the nearby counter. By the time I’d got it to my lips, hers was empty, and she was turning to pour another. “Why do you do that anyway? I’ve seen you do it before,” she asked as she concentrated on not spilling any of the precious red. “For those that can’t drink anymore,” I replied, enjoying my drink more slowly than she was. Turning to face me she opened her mouth to say something then stopped herself. I noticed the flick of her eyes to my scar and I quirked an eyebrow of my own. For a few heartbeats there was silence, and it sank in why exactly I was there. Without any word for months, and hurting, I assumed she was struggling with how to proceed. “So single lady. What’s the future holding? I hope school’s going well,” I said simply, watching her drain nearly half her glass. “Well enough. Getting those eighties and nineties. Work’s… well work,” she said with a shrug. “Once you’ve finished swearing off men, think you’ll be able to catch your next boyfriend there?” I said and she let out a laugh that was somewhere between bitter and amused. “Hey now. I’ve brought home one stranger. Just the one,” she said, draining the glass again and already going for another. There was a good flush to her face now. “And how did that go?” I said, pushing off the door frame. I finished my own glass and set it down. She turned to face me, bottle in hand, her eyes sliding down my body to rest at the small slip of skin between shirt and pants. She stared a moment, eyes drinking in the faint hint of hard muscle that was just barely peeking out. I put a hand on my hip, thumb slipping under the waistband elvankent escort of those yoga pants. I pushed down slightly, exposing the lacey edge of my thong. I watched her lips mutter something under her breath, before she managed to look up again.
“Ask me again in the morning,” she said, and I laughed, turning and making my way to the living room.
I made sure to put a bit of an extra swing in my hips, and when I looked back over my shoulder, I saw Candice staring unashamedly. Drinking down that last glass she set it aside and followed. She kept her eyes locked onto my rear as she followed me.
Coming up behind me, one hand grasped my rear and squeezed. Another curled along my stomach, feeling at the dips of my abs. I looked back, familiar beats of lust pushing away the awkwardness. The intimate tinges of lust that I was craving. I turned in her grip and pressed my lips to hers, feeling her hands slide over me before she made a cute little sound into my parting mouth.
My tongue slid across her lips, tasting the wine. Her hands pushed under my pants and gripped my rear. Felt her fingers sink against flesh as she moaned her approval of my garments. I broke the kiss then, looked into her eyes. She did have beautifully warm brown eyes, and the hints of eyeshadow and liner from her work still stood out.
“Fuck Jackie. How do you do this to me?” she muttered softly, as I put my hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her to her couch. The landing was certainly not graceful, but she was sitting, and staring up at me.
I turned slightly, my thumbs running along the waistband of my pants. Hinting at the thong beneath I gave a small shrug, and let my lips curl. Maybe I should have gone for the lipstick as well after all.
Still, Candice was watching with rapt attention. She leaned back, hands folding behind her head, letting fingers slide through her long blonde locks.
Kissing the air towards her I started to inch my pants downwards. She bit her lip then, watching as I let the form fitting garb slide downwards. Each heartbeat bringing a large show of skin, my hips moving to some imaginary beat. I turned again, letting her see my ass as the pants slid down to just beneath my cheeks.
“You know… I’m enjoying being on this side of it for once,” Candice said, and I gave her a wink over my shoulder. I don’t know if she noticed as she stared at my ass, but it made me feel sexier.
Slowly I began to bend at the waist, pushing the pants further and further downwards. Letting them slide along my thighs, over my knees, my calves. When they reached my feet I was bent fully over, and I pulled one foot from the puddled garments. Spreading my legs slightly, I could almost feel Candice’s eyes sliding back upwards to stare at my pussy, hidden now just by the thin slip of lace.
“Honey. Me and you have apparently spent way too much time together,” Candice said, and I laughed, bending my knees and lowering myself a moment, letting her see the motion of my hips before rising.
Still facing away from her, I pivoted to the right. I snapped my left leg up and brought it down sharply. It made her jump slightly at the sharp movement and her wide eyes moved up to my face.
“Was that your army drill stuff?” she asked, and I smirked with a gentle nod.
“Fuck you’re hot,” she said, and I felt my cheeks colouring a bit.
Moving forward, I slid my knees onto the couch. Straddling Candice my crotch was pressing against hers. I ground down on her, leaning backwards and holding onto her with my thighs. Eyes dropping downwards, she watched the motions of my hips, the way the muscles of my barely seen abdomen flexed with the movement.
Running my hands down my body, trying to act sexy, I soon had my fingers hooked under the hem of my t-shirt. I slowly lifted it, watched the slight widening of Candice’s eyes as she saw more of my abs. Her hands slowly unfolded from behind her, and settled on my hips.
“Isn’t there supposed to be no touching?” I tease, and she threw me a bemused expression.
“First, that’s not a rule in my club. You know this,” she said, and slowly ran her palms over my hips, feeling the lace of my thong against her skin.
“And secondly, if we did follow that rule, we certainly wouldn’t be here,” her hands reached my abdomen as she spoke. Her fingers slowly slithered over the ridges of the flesh on display.
Raising my shirt higher, it was soon sitting just below my bust. I continued to slowly grind against her, biting at my lip as I felt her hands exploring. They teased at the hem of my shirt never quite dipping under the fabric. Soon she let her hands move back downwards, back to my hips and over to cup my ass. To feel the flesh against her palms as I gyrated in her lap.
Pulling the t-shirt higher I felt it folding over itself. A heard a soft ‘fuck’ from Candice’s lips as my bra was revealed. The shirt finally moving past my head, I tossed the garment over my shoulder. I don’t know where it landed, and that would emek escort be something to solve in the morning. For now I got to enjoy those hungry eyes settled on my cleavage, as I pushed my crotch down harder against her.
I pulled myself up, feeling the slight strain in my core, and pushed upwards with my thighs. My breasts, ran over the soft hoodie she wore, and up towards her face. Her lips, still bearing some of her lip gloss, curled into a grin. It was almost comical.
Then she leaned her head forward, pushing her mouth towards the shadow of my cleavage. Her lips and tongue immediately began to taste at my skin. Her soft cheeks rubbed against the flesh of my bust while her fingers climbed up my back. I let out a slow gasp as she let her fingertips continue to explore, her nails ghosting across my skin, tracing beneath my shoulder blades.
I pulled closer to her, my hands trailing up into her hair. I pressed my hips forward, almost dry humping her as she let out a muffled moan of appreciation into my breasts. Her tongue lifted the edge of my bra, while her fingers danced just under the straps. A soft gasp spilled from my lips as I tilted my head back, unsure who was controlling the lap dance now. The ends of my hair danced across her knuckles as she continued her traces.
Then she undid the clasp, and ran her tongue up one breast to my throat. I groaned at the sensation, warm and slick on my skin. Only when her tongue flicked off the edge of my chin did I look downwards, not hesitating in pressing my lips to hers. I felt her moan as much as I heard it, just as I parted my lips to tease hers with my tongue.
Leaning down into her, I pressed Candice against the back of the couch. Her lips parted, welcoming my tongue while her fingers dragged slowly across the back of my shoulders. The skin tingled under her touch, pulling another groan into our kiss as she slipped the straps of the bra off.
I pulled back from her. My tongue pulled from her mouth, sliding between teasing teeth. I flicked her lips as I sat back up, and her fingers trailed the straps down my arms and pulled the cups from my bust. I watched her eyes dip low, taking in my breasts, even as she tossed the bra over the back of the couch.
A loud crash grabbed our attention. It was easy for me to look up, but Candice had to turn, pressing a shoulder into my breasts as we looked back towards the kitchen.
My bra had seemed to knock a lamp off balance, and sent it to the floor.
“Fuck that lamp,” I said with a smirk, and Candice burst out laughing, falling back into position, her hoodie rubbing against my nipple.
Pressing her hands to her forehead Candice laughed until I could see tears. I stayed perched on her lap watching, an eyebrow raised as she let it out, especially as the laughs turned to a heavy sob. Reaching my arms under hers I pulled her to my chest and stroked her hair.
“Let it out hon,” I said softly, resting my chin atop her head as I felt her crying into my chest. Felt the warmth of tears on my skin.
“She pissed me off and he was an ass, why does this hurt?” Candice muttered, and I was intimately aware that I was just in a thong, intensely horny, and had just had my lapdance interrupted by my flying bra tackling the fucking lamp.
“Betrayal always hurts. But, he was an ass, and she was as well,” I said, kissing the top of her head as my hand ran through her hair.
“I’m sorry,” she said, the words muffled between my breasts. It took a lot to stifle a laugh at the absurdity.
“You got nothing to be sorry about, okay?” I said, my fingernails, short and trim they may be, ran through her locks and gently against her scalp. I felt her cries slow, and eventually still.
“Kinda do. I give you the booty call for that sweet rebound sex, and I end up snotting all over your boobs,” Candice muttered, and only pulled her head up from my chest after she made that declaration. She looked up at me, and my raised eyebrow, and gave me a sweet little smile.
“They are nice boobs though,” she said, and I glanced down at the glistening, certainly not sexy mess. I smirked, shaking my head, as I continued to run my fingers through her air.
“I’m here for whatever you need. Whether that’s sex, or just a shoulder to cry on,” I said, and Candice let out another laugh.
“If I choose shoulder, can you stay naked?” she said and I laughed at that one.
“Yes. Yes I can stay naked if you choose shoulder. I am the rebound girl,” I said using my thumb to wipe away some of her tears.
“I thought rebounds were supposed to be just sex. Find a stranger, fuck them, move on,” Candice said and was about to lean forward when she seemed to remember the mess she’d left. She pulled back again, and looked up at me.
“Should have found a stranger then. I’m a friend too. Besides. I’m still naked mid lap dance even after you started crying,” I say with a wink, and she nodded, and tapped my thigh gently. I clambered off and she got to her feet.
“Let me get some baby wipes or something… just, don’t put anything back on. I frankly could just stare at you naked all day,” she said moving towards the bathroom as I laughed again, plopping myself back on the couch, feeling her warmth still in the cushions. Folding my arms behind my head I sat there waiting a few minutes.
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