Roxy Muñoz (sticksandrox) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-08-31 19:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, caden, caden x roxy, roxy |
Who: Caden and Roxy
Where: Home
When: Late evening, Tuesday, November 7th
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Today had been a mindfuck. Or rather, tonight had been a mindfuck. Amelia was back, just… older. Much older. He had relented when Gavin gave him ‘proof’, but it still didn’t sit well with him. Not entirely. If his niece was truly his niece then she would have gone through some fucked up shit and what did that mean for her being back now? The last few weeks had just caused him to question everything and Caden had yet to believe anything remotely supernatural had good intentions. His fingers, or lack thereof, was proof of that, if you asked him.
But Roxy had to know. It was something the family had to keep to themselves, but he didn’t think Roxy would tell anyone else. Mila, maybe, but Caden was guessing Aaron would be the one to tell her, or might have already. He had no idea what Roxy would say, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t be as skeptical as he had been.
Once he had driven home from the bar, Caden let himself into the house, already thinking about downing his pain meds with a beer or two. His hand was throbbing again, and it went back and forth sometimes between extreme pain and feeling insanely… cold. Fucking magic. “Rox,” Caden called, dropping his keys onto the table and heading into the kitchen.
Roxy had felt shaken up inside since the thing with Mila. She’d been hiding it well, she supposed, but she couldn’t deny that the whole thing had been disturbing. The fear in her friend’s eyes had been haunting her, as well as Mila’s desperate attempts to convince her and Aaron that she was okay. Roxy didn’t think she was, not really. But what could she insist on doing? Mila was a grown woman and Roxy couldn’t even put her finger on what the real problem was. And if she’d placated Aaron, then Roxy didn’t even have any backup.
In any case, it had made her jumpy and distracted and she wasn’t sleeping very well. Roxy was soaking in the bathtub when Caden came home, and she was so deep in thought that she didn’t even realize he’d come home until he called her name. It made her jump, her heart thudding crazily in her chest, and Roxy covered her face with her hands for a moment. He was a whole other problem to chew on. Fuck. “In here!” she called back after a beat. She’d lit some candles and had some chill music playing on her phone to try and relax herself, and she hoped Caden didn’t think she was trying to set up something romantic when he came in. Not this time.
Caden took a few moments to open a beer - that was something he was getting pretty skilled out even with missing two fingers - and wash down a couple Vicodin with it. He carried the beer with him to the bathroom and opened the door. He knew Roxy liked to take baths to relax, so he didn't think much of the candles. He wasn't feeling overly romantic at the moment anyway, given everything that had gone down today... and the past few weeks, even. Even Aaron and Mila was still weighing heavily on his mind, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, or project the guilt onto Reagan Kelly. He moved to sit down on the closed toilet, facing Roxy with his beer resting loosely in his hand. "I got something to tell you. And it's fucking weird, but... I guess you've just got to have an open mind with his, okay?"
The fact that he didn’t come storming in immediately was a pretty good sign, and Roxy’s heart slowed down a bit. She watched Caden come into their small bathroom and sit down, sipping on the wine glass she’d brought in there with her. Her brows lifted a bit at his caveat, and Roxy took another deliberate drink before she set her glass back down next to the tub. She felt like she’d already had her fill of ‘fucking weird’ for the week, but apparently God had a different plan. If only Caden knew what kind of open mind she’d already been keeping lately. It occurred to her that maybe he was going to finally tell her what had really happened to his hand, and she pushed with her toes against the far end of the tub to sit up a bit further. “Okay,” she said simply. “What?”
Caden knew he couldn't tell Roxy what really happened to his hand because pulling on that thread would unravel the entire spool, and no one could know what he and Gavin had done. "Amelia came back," Caden told her. "She's back, and she's okay, but she's... apparently older. She was somewhere different... uh, not here, and time passed differently. I know it sounds fucking insane, because it is, but the cops did a DNA test on her, and it's Amelia." If he hadn't already been exposed to shit that was unexplainable, Caden would have probably tried to get Gavin committed for awhile. Or he would have assumed this girl was trying to fuck with their family. But undeniable evidence was... well, hard to deny.
Roxy’s face immediately reacted to the first words, her mouth dropping open and her eyes going wide as she sat up even straighter. Amelia was back? But then Caden kept talking and confusion took over. “Wait, what? What do you mean older? Where was she? And the cops are already involved? I mean ... is she home?” It was a glut of questions, but Caden couldn’t just drop those bombs and expect her not to ask for clarification. It sounded beyond fucking insane, as he’d put it, it kind of sounded like he was fucking with her somehow.
"I don't fuckin' know." Caden shook his head. "I don't know how many cops, but one of them had a DNA test performed, at least. Gavin said she was somewhere, uh... with no snow? Or animals? I don't know, it was confusing. But yeah, she's home. Gav showed me a picture of her and Jasper, and she's....maybe eighteen? Nineteen? But it's her, you can tell. She looks okay physically, though I'm sure she's probably fucked up in the head if she went somewhere where she'd age like that. Gavin is... uh, really happy."
No snow or animals? Somewhere time moved differently? Amelia looked eighteen? Was ... was he saying Amelia had been in some other dimension? Roxy couldn’t help the incredulous, wary look on her face. Caden looked serious though, and he didn’t usually bullshit around like this. It just didn’t make a lick of sense. “I mean ... are we sure it’s her? Did she hand over the DNA test or did the cops? What if she’s some kind of scammer or something?” She believed in God and ghosts and demons and things, but alternate dimensions? Time travel? Roxy thought this probably wasn’t something to jump to conclusions about.
Caden had those same thoughts, obviously, but seeing the photo, the papers... Gavin's face. He was inclined to believe it was Amelia. He sipped his beer and gave Roxy a mild look. "What exactly is she gonna scam from Gavin? From us? We're not rolling in money, Rox. The cops did the test and Gavin went to get the results, just to have proof when he told people. He knew this was going to be hard to believe. I get it though. You look the way I did when Gavin told me. But if you see the picture he showed me... it's pretty hard to deny it's her."
Roxy gave him a Look back, because those were reasonable damn questions that she was sure he’d at least thought of too. Since when did Caden really trust people? Especially strangers? He barely trusted his own family to do their jobs. “Some people are just batshit crazy,” she muttered, but the rest of what he was saying kind of took the air out of it. The cops did the test and no way the cops were in on some crazy scheme like that. Roxy knew Jasper had a suspicious nature too, likely even in the midst of grief, and of course they would quiz the girl on Things Only Amelia Would Know. “That’s ... that’s fucking insane, Caden,” Roxy added, though she sounded more like she was trying to wrap her head around it than accusatory. “How is that even possible? What does she say happened to her?”
Caden lifted his beer in a mock salute to what she'd said, because yes, it was insane. He was still experiencing brief moments of doubt, but they were quickly extinguished when he remembered the DNA test. And seeing his niece in the face of the girl smiling with Jasper in the photo Gavin had given him. "I don't know how it's possible, Roxy. How is half the shit that happens in this town possible? All Gavin told me was she was taken somewhere else... not here. I guess if you want more direct answers, you'll have to ask her yourself. You can't tell anyone else, Rox. If this gets out to the wrong people, it'll cause a lot of trouble."
Ask her herself. Roxy would definitely be doing that. She didn’t honestly think that all of the Lucas brothers combined -- because surely they’d told Aaron already too -- and Amelia’s own brother were all too blinded by grief to just accept her story at face value. Caden didn’t get blinded by anything but rage, and he obviously believed it. That was even more convincing to Roxy than some DNA test she hadn’t seen that could've been faked. Though if Gavin had gotten it straight from the police department ... it was just all so hard to swallow. “Of course I won’t tell anyone else,” Roxy said. “Who do I even talk to? ... I’m sure Aaron will tell Mila, right? And that’s ... I mean, fuck.” She frowned, feeling conflicted about it all. “That’s incredible if it’s true. A miracle. And you said Gavin believes her? He’s happy?”
Caden shrugged softly, though he assumed Aaron would tell Mila since he fancied himself in love with her or some shit. He heard the nagging voice in the back of his head reminding him that it was possible he and Gavin were the ones responsible for all of this. Caden took a longer drink from his beer to try and quiet it. "Gavin believes her," Caden said. "He looked like shit, but happy shit. Jasper believes her. Barrett believes her. Blood tests are hard to deny. I don't know what to think about any of this, but...there's shit in this town that you wouldn't think could be real, but it is. All we can do now is just try to keep her safe."
Shit in this town that she wouldn't think could be real. It made her think of the tunnel and the wild look in Mila’s eyes while she struggled with herself against wanting to go back there. Feeling a little chilled suddenly, Roxy sank down into the water again, her knees rising up as submerged herself to the neck. Roxy thought quite a good bit of things were real, but this one was difficult. Blood tests were hard to deny. She stared at the faucet for a moment, thinking, and when her eyes ticked back to Caden’s face, they were a little wide and somber. “She didn’t come out of the Cooperdale Tunnel, did she?” she asked softly, carefully.
The question confused Caden for a moment and he cocked a brow before shaking his head. "Gavin didn't say, so I don't know. Why?" There was a reason she was asking and he tried to think of the last time he had even gone up into the woods in the direction of the tunnel. He used to go there with buddies in high school to smoke pot, but it was a bit of a trek and seemed pointless now. Obviously he knew the stories surrounding the place, but there were a lot of stories about a lot of places in town.
Roxy got a cold certainty in her stomach for a moment that the girl claiming to be Amelia had emerged from the tunnel. That she was somehow part of whatever it was that was fucking around with Mila’s head. She couldn’t know that, of course, and she wasn’t about to go on some paranoid tirade about tunnel demons to Caden. But it would be something to find out about, something to keep in mind. She considered how much to tell her boyfriend ... he would probably shrug it off as Mila being a Crazy Emotional Woman anyway. “Mila heard something strange down there while we were all out doing searches, that’s all,” she answered. That was all Caden needed to know.
"Strange enough that you think Amelia might have been down there?" Caden asked. He wished he would have asked Gavin where Amelia was found, or where she had come from in town. Not that Caden wanted to go searching for this weird ass place Amelia had been stuck in. Honestly, as impossible as it was, he would have liked to forget this whole damn thing. But he had been with Roxy long enough to recognize the concern in her eyes, even if she wasn't giving him a lot of detail. "Somethin' going on Roxy?"
“No, I don’t think so ... she’s just mentioned it a few times,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Just curious.” There was no way in hell Roxy could tell Caden about what had really happened, especially not in a way that would convey to him why she was so worried. He would think it was stupid and Mila was crazy, and Roxy was therefore stupid for taking it seriously. She picked up her wine glass for another swallow, gazing contemplatively up at the shower head. “So is Gavin actually going to pull himself together and come back to the bar now?”
At this point Caden had no idea what he would consider crazy or stupid. Between the witches and Amelia, Caden was wondering what else was happening in this town. He didn't push Roxy to tell him anything more, assuming if Mila had a problem, Aaron would take care of it. She wasn't even an employee at the bar anymore, so it wasn't any of his concern. "He was there today," Caden explained. "That's when he told me. But yeah, seems like he's coming back to work. It'll be good for him after sitting around his house and getting wasted every day for the last couple of weeks. If he's not going to do anything else with his life, he might as well be working."
On one hand that was good, because Caden and Aaron had been working themselves to death while Gavin was gone, and they needed a break. On the other, Roxy thought Gavin could probably benefit from taking some more time off to spend with his daughter ... if that’s who she really was. But it wasn’t really surprising, either. None of them knew what to do but work, it sometimes seemed like. “Well ... good,” she murmured, pushing herself up a bit again and draping one arm along the edge of the tub. “You should take a couple days off.” Roxy was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to, but Caden preferred to spend most of his time off without her there, anyway.
"What am I gonna do with a couple days off?" Caden asked. Gavin had said the same thing to him, but if he had nothing to occupy his time he would just think about his hand, and those witches, and the rage would start to simmer again. He set his beer on the sink and shifted off the toilet until he was on his knees beside the tub. With his good hand, he reached out to brush some of Roxy's hair away from her face. "Unless you're gonna take them off with me. We can get the hell out of here for awhile." Putting some distance between himself and this town would probably do him some good, even if it was only temporary.
If anybody else had asked her that question, Roxy probably would’ve suggested they fucking relax, and while Caden needed to heed that advice, she knew he wouldn’t hear it. Her man wasn’t big on relaxing in general. Her stomach tensed a bit as he got closer and reached for her face, but Roxy tried to ignore it. The first part of her conversation with Mila had been swirling around and around in her head in the ensuing days, and she still didn’t feel any closer to a conclusion. At least not one she wanted to look fully in the face yet. The tender way Caden touched her made her chest ache a bit, and Roxy felt emotion well up in her throat. Why couldn’t it be like that all the time? Why couldn’t he just love her? Why couldn’t they just skip town, start fresh somewhere, make everything different? There were tears in her eyes suddenly, and she did her best to blink them back. “I dunno if I can, we’re so short-staffed,” she murmured rustily, then cleared her throat.
"Gavin's going to hire someone," Caden told her. "You've been working just as hard as I have. He can survive a couple days without the both of us. We'll go to Bar Harbor, or wherever." He could hear the emotion in her throat when she spoke, so he felt the need to try and find something to appease her to keep the tears at bay. He was not a fan of crying women, especially when he couldn't fathom any reason why they'd be upset in the first place. "Stay in a decent hotel, eat some good food... say fuck all to this place. Just you and me." Women liked that kind of shit, he'd found. And maybe Gavin was right, he deserved some time off.
Roxy was well aware of Caden’s aversion to tears, so she tried stubbornly to keep them in, leaning her head back against the edge of the tub and gazing up at him. He was so beautiful, and she wanted things to be so different. “Sounds really nice,” she said softly. “I’m game if you really want to.” She didn’t want him to just try to placate her with a trip he didn’t really want to go on -- he would just end up constantly drunk and pissy. But her heart ached and she desperately wanted him to want her like that. That had always been her problem, hadn’t it? Roxy’s hand snuck up out of the water to lightly snag the tips of Caden’s fingers. She pulled his hand in closer to press her lips to his knuckles.
"Yeah, let's do it." He more just wanted to get out of Point Pleasant for a couple of days. If they left on Friday that gave Gavin some time to hire someone new. People in this town were always looking for work, weren't they? With that settled, an in an effort to divert Roxy away from whatever mood she was in, Caden grazed his fingers against her cheek and jaw before lowering his hand to slip it into the warm water where his thumb brushed over her nipple. There had been a lot of shit going on lately, but Caden pushed it all aside in his mind for the moment, focused now on his naked girlfriend soaking in a hot tub and how badly he wanted to touch her. He pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers before giving proper attention to the other.
It wasn’t really a surprise when Caden went for her nipples. She was naked, after all, and they seemed to have covered the conversational ground that they needed to. Part of her wished that he wouldn’t, that he would just take his beer and go away, but it wasn’t a big enough part for her to protest. Even more of her craved the positive attention. Caden loved her the most when they were fucking, it seemed like. That was something they’d always done well. Roxy caught her bottom lip with her teeth, her eyelids drooping for a moment as she looked at his face and felt her nipples harden up. She moved her hand to curl in the front of his shirt and pull him closer, leaning up to kiss him.
Caden kissed her back, parting his lips to taste the wine on hers. He was well aware that sex never really fixed anything, but it was a hell of a lot better than arguing. He loved the way she held his shirt, the way her nipples tightened beneath his fingers. His jeans felt overly restrictive now, but it wasn't so uncomfortable that he had to adjust himself. Instead he ran his hand down over her stomach to slip his hand between her thighs. He teased her at first, grazing his fingertips against her clit. Caden never really knew what it took to make Roxy happy, but giving her pleasure seemed to be something he was well versed in.
Roxy hadn’t had the energy to argue anyway, and she was glad that Caden was in more of a mood to start this with her rather than a fight. They never stopped having sex altogether, but there had definitely been a decrease in activity since everything with Amelia and Caden’s hand getting hurt and all. Roxy had blown him a few times to try and make him feel better, but he’d seemed understandably distracted a lot of the time. Maybe that was why she was thinking more and more about leaving him. They just needed to reconnect, or ... something. But too much thinking would ruin this, so Roxy tried to stop, spreading her thighs a bit as Caden’s fingers eased lower. She made a soft sound into his mouth and nibbled gently at his bottom lip as her body started to heat up. Caden knew exactly what she liked, and how to get her begging for it.
Despite the water, Caden could feel her juices starting to cover his fingertips and he continued to stroke her clit, dipping down further every few seconds to tease her opening. His cock was straining against his jeans now, but Caden still ignored it. For once he wasn't feeling overly selfish. Things were by no means perfect, but he wanted to do this, to make Roxy scream and throb around his fingers. He rested his forehead against the side of her head, his breathing a bit harsh now before he slipped a finger inside of her. "You feel so good," he murmured.
An involuntary whine escaped Roxy and her eyes fluttered closed. She was still holding onto Caden, but her free hand moved to clutch at his forearm. Not to stop him, just to hang on. He’d always been able to play her body like a damn instrument, arousing and overwhelming her with pleasure even when she didn’t strictly want him to. Caden’s deep voice near her ear made her moan again, and she lifted one leg higher, pressing it against the edge of the tub. Roxy didn’t know where he intended to take this, but it was a damn good start to get her to agree to pretty much anything. “Fuck,” she whispered, her body clenching sweetly around Caden’s finger. She rocked her hips a little, wanting more.
Caden didn't really know or care where this would lead, if anywhere. He could get Roxy off and then go pass out for the night. The painkillers he chased with alcohol tended to knock him out, which was probably for the best, otherwise he would just sit around thinking about how badly he wanted to hurt Reagan Kelly and her boyfriend. But it was hard to think about any of that when his finger was knuckle deep in his girlfriend and Caden slipped another inside of her before he began to thrust them slowly, but firmly, into her body, enjoying the way she clung to his arm. "You like that?" he asked, his breath hot against her cheek.
Heated pleasure spread through her stomach, and Roxy made another deep, needy sound. Caden’s fingers were thick, and she’d always kind of liked how the roughness of them felt inside of her. That little knife-edge of pain mixed in with the pleasure was delicious, and Caden was so fucking good at it. “Yeah,” she breathed belatedly, her head pressing back against Caden’s. “God, you get me so wet ...” Roxy let go of Caden’s shirt to reach down further on his body, not having to grope for long before she felt the bulge in his jeans. He liked it too, obviously. She rubbed at it, her thumb stroking firmly against the length of him through the denim. She wasn’t sure she could get his fly undone from that angle, but she felt compelled to touch him back.
Caden let her touch his crotch for a moment or two before he took her hand in his and pulled it away. He wrapped his remaining fingers around her wrist and held it. He obviously liked being touched, but Caden was focused on Roxy now, and he didn't want the distraction. Pressing his fingers deeper inside of her, Caden cupped his hand against her pussy, pressing his palm against her clit. He began to finger fuck her harder, listening to her harsh breathing and the rippling of the water. Releasing her wrist, Caden slipped his other hand into her hair and curled his fingers around her hair, tugging sharply. "This pussy's mine," he murmured against her temple. "You know that, right?"
It had been several weeks since Caden’s injury, but that hand was still strong, just with three fingers. Roxy’s stomach still did weird things when he touched her with it, but she knew she would get used to it eventually. Her focus was much more on his right hand, obviously, the one relentlessly fucking her. She was whining and moaning now with every breath, her face strained with pleasure and concentration. The pain from her hair made her gasp, delicious heat making her pussy clench, and she gave a louder cry. The words Caden said to her sent a wave of mixed emotion through her body like a physical thing -- both NO and YES tangled together, powerful enough to trigger an orgasm. Her hips bucked in the water and she cried out loudly, pulling against his grip in her hair as she throbbed hard around his fingers. It felt good and bad at the same time, almost forced out of her. It wasn’t a new declaration coming from Caden, but everything she’d been thinking about lately had obviously given it extra layers in Roxy’s mind.
Her orgasm took him by surprise, but not an unpleasant one. Caden smirked softly as he felt her begin to throb around his fingers, and he continued to thrust them inside of her, wanting to ride her through her orgasm. "There you go," Caden murmured, slowing the pace of his fingers as soon as her body seemed to settle in the water and her cries faded. Once he was sure she was finished, Caden drew his hand away from her, shaking his hand in the water a bit to rinse it off before he released her completely and got to his feet. He grabbed the edge of a towel hanging on the rack and dried his hand. His cock was still hard and straining in his jeans, but Caden made no move to unzip them or push it any further. "I'm goin' to bed," he told her, dropping the towel back against the wall. "Finish your bath."
Roxy had been expecting for him to unzip and take his cock out so she could return the favor, and she felt hazily confused as he didn’t. She watched him as she got her breath back, one hand moving between her legs where her clit still throbbed a bit. “You don’t want anything?” she asked softly. Caden didn’t usually give her free orgasms, so to speak. Roxy sat up a bit, hoping that wasn’t a bad sign of some kind.
Caden supposed he could've given it a go, but there was a part of him that worried that he'd not be able to finish. Not with all the shit going on in his head, distracting him. He paused in the doorway and looked back at her. "I can't make you feel good without expecting something in return?" he asked, knowing well that doing so was a rarity on his part. But it wasn't like he could tell Roxy half of the shit bothering him. She might believe it all, but she would never forgive him.
Questions like that always felt like traps, Roxy hated them. “I mean, of course you can,” she said, leaning one arm on the edge of the tub. “You just don’t usually want to.” Caden was being difficult to read, and she wasn’t sure if this was a time when it was best to leave him alone to stew however he wanted, or if she ought to be trying harder to seduce him. “Thank you, either way,” she added with a soft little smile. Confusing or not, it had felt good, and Caden always liked the recognition.
Caden hovered in the doorway, though it was probably clear by his body language that he was ready to disappear. "Yeah, well, even selfish bastards have their moments," he told her with a shrug. He tapped his fingers against the door frame and moved away from it to head down to their bedroom. "Figure out where you want to go this weekend," he called back to her. "I'll tell Gavin." His brother had told him to take some time off. He may not be prepared for Roxy to be gone too, but fuck it. Just because Gavin wanted be celibate and live alone for the rest of his life didn't mean Caden was going to. He and Roxy deserved a break.
Roxy frowned after him, though no rebuttal immediately sprang to mind to call after him. He was a selfish bastard, and sometimes he did have his moments. It was just weird for him to say something so self-aware about it. “Okay,” she murmured, mostly to herself. Then, a second later, called, “I love you,” to him. Roxy wasn’t sure she would get an answer back, but something in her pushed to say it. She slouched down into the water again, staring ahead at the faucet and deciding she didn’t really feel much better. There was something else weird to worry about now, Amelia’s miraculous return. If it was true, she was happy about it, but ... why couldn’t at least one thing be straightforward and clear?
Caden heard her and hesitated in the bedroom doorway before he called down the hall. "Ditto." He knew he probably didn't say the L-word as much as he should, but it was a phrase that always felt foreign on his tongue. He couldn't recall a time growing up where he'd ever heard it said to him, and in all honesty Caden wasn't even sure he knew what it was supposed to feel like. But he'd gotten lucky with Roxy. She never pushed him to say it, and she didn't huff or cry when he wouldn't. She knew how he felt, and that was enough for them both. Or so he liked to tell himself. He began to shrug out of his clothes, ready to pop another pain killer and pass out. There were things he needed to take care, things he needed to give some thought to. But he'd do it tomorrow once the news of Amelia's return had time to sink in. Until then, Caden just wanted to go to sleep and forget everything else.