Hope Prescott (fatedistributor) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2011-12-03 22:32:00 |
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There were very few people that Hope genuinely cared about. She had plenty of friends, of course, but when it came down to it, she could easily live without the majority of them. That did not apply to Kyle, though. She very rarely felt the need to express her affections, but at some point, he'd been added to the list of people that she could not live without. In an effort to prepare for their upcoming tour, Highway 21 had been practicing more than usual. It was no secret that Kyle could be a slave driver when he wanted to be, and she was counting on his driven nature when she slipped into his bedroom and set a package on his pillow. The letter inside of the package was somewhat sentimental, and she had no desire to be in the vicinity when it was read. Few people had come in contact with that particular side of her, after all, and she'd hoped to keep it that way. As luck would have it, though, the bedroom door opened when she turned to go, and she found herself standing face to face with the very man she'd been trying to avoid. "Hello," she greeted evenly, her expression not betraying her desire to get in and out of the house without drawing attention to herself. It went without saying, but Kyle was beyond excited about the upcoming tour. He felt like this was what he'd been working his whole life for. He knew he could be a bit of a slave-driver when it came to the band, but this was what it was all about. This was the moment when it all paid off. Speaking of hard work, the band had just broke from an exhaustive practice. The tour was right around the corner and while they were sounding pretty awesome, there was still room for improvement. They'd been at it for hours and Kyle was pretty wiped, so he ducked into the bathroom to grab a shower. The steam and the water felt amazing and he exited the room in a fantastic mood. ".... We all wanna be big rock stars.." He sang softly to himself as he moved into his bedroom. There was a towel wrapped around his waist, though a few beads of moisture still clung to his skin and his hair was still damp. His head was bowed slightly as he skimmed through the recent texts on his phone, but when he lifted his head a moment later to find Hope standing there a wide, easy grin spread across his face. "Hey, you," he greeted her, obviously happy to see her. A moment later, his gaze fell on the gift and his eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Is that for me?" he asked her as he started to move toward the package. As stated, Hope had intended to deliver the gift and slip out of the house undetected, and she had to admit, she was a little disappointed that she hadn't succeeded in doing just that. At the same time, though, she was happy to see him and the corner of her mouth twitched into a slight smirk when he greeted her. She didn't bother to hide the way her eyes raked over his scantily clad frame. Attraction was one of the few emotions that she willingly displayed, after all, and she thought nothing of letting her gaze linger on his exposed flesh. A moment later, he was moving toward the package that she'd left on his pillows, and she snapped out of that slight trance. "It is," she answered as she stepped between him and the gift. "You don't have to open it right this second, though." It was an understatement to say that she didn't want to be there when he read the letter that she'd written to him, and she was hoping that he would take the hint. Not that she was good at dropping hints. Most of the time, she said what was on her mind. Kyle definitely didn’t miss the way Hope’s gaze traveled over his frame. It would have been enough to make some guys blush. Kyle didn’t blush or become remotely flustered, though. He was perfectly confident in himself and it wasn’t like Hope hadn’t seen him naked before. While they were just friends in every other sense of it, sex was definitely a part of that relationship. He wanted to open the gift. He was curious about what she’d given him. Fortunately for Hope, though, he was easily distracted when she stepped between them. After all, the way she’d been looking at him a moment ago may have awakened some of his own desires. With a smirk, he stepped closer to the girl, the same hungry look in his own eyes now. “Why, was there something else you wanted me to unwrap first?” he murmured as he leaned in. He didn’t kiss her yet, but he was very close to doing so. His lips were barely an inch from hers. The gift on the bed wasn’t wholly forgotten, but he didn’t mind waiting a little while to unwrap it if there were other, more pleasurable things he could be doing with his time. Hope and Kyle were just friends, but their relationship had many benefits. A fact that she was reminded of when she noticed the droplets of water that still clung to his skin and hair. Her smirk may have deepened when he closed the distance between them and questioned her. Other than that minuscule change of expression, though, she appeared completely unfazed by his close proximity. Of course, very few things could elicit a reaction from her. She slowly lifted her wrist and glanced at her watch. After noting the time, she lowered her hand to her side and shrugged. "I have some time to kill," she answered flatly. Their faces were so close that his breath tickled over her skin each time he exhaled. That didn't seem to bother her in the slightest, though, and she merely stared up at him as she waited for him to make the first move. If this was what it took to distract him from the package that was sitting on his bed, she was more than willing to do it. Not that she needed a reason to want him. Kyle answered her with a grin. He hadn't expected her to turn him down; she rarely did, after all. Still, it was nice to have that confirmation that she wanted him. She might not have said much, her face might not have betrayed any emotion, but Kyle could read his friend pretty well. Well enough to know that response was pretty much a yes. The grin faded slightly as he closed the remaining distance and pressed his lips firmly to hers. One arm slid around her waist while the other hand tangled itself in her hair. A hum of approval built in his chest and he pulled her firmly against him as he deepened the kiss. A deep hum of approval built within her chest when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body flush against his. She was fully clothed, but a heat pooled into the pit of her stomach when she felt her curves press to the firmer contours of his body. She tangled a set of her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, and she toyed with that hair as she returned the deep kiss he'd urged her into. At the same time, she used her free hand to tug at the towel that was wrapped loosely around his waist, and once the material had fallen open, she allowed it to fall to the floor. "Mmmm… convenient…" she breathed teasingly. He had joked about unwrapping her instead of the gift that she'd left on his bed, but it seemed that she was the one doing the unwrapping. "Very..." he breathed against her lips.. He began to tug at her clothing, though of course there was much more material for him to work around on her frame. He pulled at the fabric with practiced ease, though. His lips nipped and pulled at hers as he worked. "Mmm, you are incredibly sexy," he hummed. His lips pulled from hers to brush over the line of her jaw as his hands wandered. Needless to say, the package was forgotten for the moment. That didn't mean he'd be letting her get away before he opened it, but for the moment he was focused on this with her. Could he really be blamed for that? She was hot as hell. Hope pushed and pulled at her clothing, helping him discard the pieces that were obviously in the way. Her patience ran out once they'd managed to remove everything other than her boots and stockings, though, and she left those in place as she pushed him onto the bed. "Mmmm… much better," she murmured as she looked him over. A moment later, she crawled onto the bed, her body hovering over his. They usually struggled over who was going to be in control, but she didn't mind. In fact, it was something that she enjoyed immensely. She enjoyed the power struggle… especially when she lost. "Much, muchbetter," Kyle agreed. His voice was husky with desire as he tangled his hards in her hair and drew her into another kiss. Kyle wasn't one to be driven by his emotions. He didn't really believe in love, not in the romantic kind. This with Hope was nothing short of perfect, though. To say he enjoyed sex with her would be a gross understatement. Moments later, he reversed their positions, rolling them easily so that he was holding himself over her. "Very glad you stopped by," he mumbled before his lips found hers again. He stopped talking, then, and focused on showing her just how very glad he was. --- Minutes. Hours. Days. Time had absolutely no meaning. Hope wasn't sure how long they were wrapped up in one another. She only knew that she was completely exhausted when she finally collapsed at his side. "Guh… fuck..." she breathed contentedly. Her boots were still strapped to her feet, and after taking a moment to breath, she rolled onto her back and drew her knee up to her chest. It only took her a second to loosen the laces of her boot, and once she had, she pulled it off of her foot and dropped it to the floor. A heartbeat later, her other boot was given the same treatment, and she sighed as she wiggled her toes. "Mmm… amazing..." she murmured. Though enjoyable, Hope had been using sex as a distraction, and needless to say, it had been a successful one. She was no longer thinking about what she'd been hoping to distract him from. "So amazing," Kyle agreed as his fingers trailed over her back, tracing the line of her spine. His lips ghosted over her jaw and he hummed contentedly. Hope's visit had been unexpected, but it had certainly been a nice surprise. Surprise. Kyle remembered the package then and he stretched just enough to reach for it, ignoring and protests Hope might make. Now that his desire was sated, he was more than a little curious about the unexpected gift she'd left on his pillows. For a brief moment, Hope thought that Kyle had recovered... that he was ready for another round. When she realized what he was actually doing, though, she reached out and tried to take the package from him. "You don't have to... wait... open it once I've left..." She rarely allowed her emotions to show, but it was suddenly very obvious that she didn't want him to open the package. She wasn't desperate enough to try to put genuine effort into wrestling the gift away from him, but her tone and expression made her feelings quite clear. "Don't be ridiculous. I want to open it now." Kyle knew Hope well, but he didn't understand why she was trying to dissuade him from opening the gift until after she'd left. Half the fun of giving a gift was watching them open it, watching them react to what you'd given them. Besides, now that his desire was quenched - for the moment, at least - he was deeply curious about what was in the package. He pulled himself into a sitting position and pulled the package into his lap, carefully unfolding the note first. He read through it, his expression remaining neutral as he took in her words. I was six years old the first time I listened to The Dark Side of the Moon in its entirety. Believe me when I say that this record changed my life. Every single song spoke to me on a level that I couldn't quite understand. I knew in that moment, though, that music was a part of me… that my very soul had the lyrics of my life written on it. He was touched - beyond touched - by what she had written, but he knew Hope well enough to know she wouldn't want him to make a big thing of it. A moment later, he was gently pulling the paper from the package and rubbing his fingers over the cover of the album with what could only be described as reverence. "Thank you," he told her softly, giving her a genuine smile. He wasn't given to emotion or sentiment any more than she was, but he reached over and squeezed her hand as his eyes met hers. "I love it," he murmured, obviously touched by the gift. When it became obvious that he wasn't going to do what she was asking him to do, she adjusted her gaze. The ceiling wasn't remotely interesting, but she stared at it as though it was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen. She didn't want to watch him open the gift, after all, and she most definitely didn't want to watch him read the letter that she'd written. He simply hadn't given her a choice in the matter. She laid there for several long moments. Her eyes never left the ceiling, and her stocking covered feet bounced to a tune that only she could hear. When he took her by the hand, though, she looked up at him and flashed him a smile. "You're welcome," she answered. His reaction to the gift was subdued, but she didn't mind. She could tell that he liked it, and that was enough for her. |