Post by Bella on Dec 31, 2007 15:03:39 GMT 1
Hi, this is my first attempt at writing something for the fiction board... (and definitely my first attempt at romance). Not sure if anyone will like it.. but perhaps it will tide some people over until 7 January, when we can have the real thing back again.
Bella
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Nick pulls George closer, hungry for the intimacy and warmth that he knows he’s been desperately missing these past few months. He wants to feel the soft flesh of a real woman, not one who’ll just give him what he wants in return for money, but someone special and precious to him. He doesn’t ever want this moment to pass. He knows that there’s a tiny voice of doubt in his head.. does George really feel the same way… but that voice of doubt is easily pushed away right now. All he knows is that George is responding to his fingertips caressing her neck, her arms, her soft curves, and to his heartfelt passionate kisses. He half expects George to come to her senses any minute now, and is surprised that she didn’t draw back immediately, but he doesn’t want to question this right now…
George can’t help but respond to Nick’s desires. She is not surprised at all to Nick’s actions, but surprised and confused at her own response… surprised by the sudden intensity of feelings that she has for Nick, and surprised that she doesn’t want to stop either.. but she’s confused, as part of her knows that it’s wrong. They continue to be locked in their embrace, but when Nick begins to slide his fingertips down her neck and into her blouse, she knows that she’s got to stop before it’s too late. She pulls back reluctantly.
“Nick.. I’m sorry.. we can’t…. “looking down at him, she suddenly sees in his eyes the beginnings of hurt and rejection. “I mean we can’t because of Ronnie… he’ll be wondering where I am… sending out a search party..” she tries to joke.
Nick understands… she’s not rejecting him. He sinks back on the sofa. He nods slightly, but still looking a little disappointed. “Sure.”
George sighs. “This… I mean.. we… er…”
Nick puts a finger to George’s lips. “Don’t.”
She looks at the array of wine bottles on the table. “I… er… the drink…”
Nick looks at George slightly pleadingly, begging her not to say that she only did it because she was drunk.. and that she doesn’t really have feelings for him. There may be some truth in that, but Nick doesn’t want to hear it right now, and he can’t believe that it wasn’t just the alcohol that made George do what she had just done.
George sits upright. “You know, I’ve got to go…”
Nick nods. His fantasy would have been to have George stay with him all night, every night, forever. But this is reality.. and he knows that George staying all night would have opened a huge can of worms.. and Ronnie.. well, Nick couldn’t deny that Ronnie was a good mate.
George stands up and straightens her top, feeling slightly awkward, and tries to bring back an air of normality. Nick watches her. “Er… I think I’d better call a cab.” She opens her handbag to find her mobile phone, but Nick has already fished his out of his pocket. He presses a few buttons and hands it to her.
“Here,” he says, softly.
She takes the phone and nods. “Thanks.” George arranges the cab, and then hangs up, giving the phone back to Nick. “It’ll be here in ten minutes.” George is not really sure what else to say to Nick. “Will you be OK.. here, by yourself…?” she asks lamely, thinking at the same time, what a stupid question.. of course she knows that he can manage OK from a practical point of view.. but she’s concerned about his emotional state.. but she doesn’t know what else she can do for Nick, and does not know how to voice her concerns. She realises that now she feels guilty.. guilty for leaving Nick in this state, but also guilty when she thinks about Ronnie.
Nick looks down. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” The moment of passion has gone, and George thinks that she detects a note of bitterness in Nick’s voice. Nick knows that he can’t keep George here any longer. He looks up at George and gives her a small smile. “Don’t worry, “he sighs slightly, “…about me… honestly.”
“Oh well.. if you’re sure.” There is an awkward silence. Nick looks into George’s eyes.
“George…we can’t…just…” he begins and then trails off, not sure what to say next.
George on the other hand, thinks that she has to bring an air of normality back to the situation, and quickly, before one of them says something in the heat of the situation that they might later regret. She clears her throat. “Er.. I’m not back at the Mill now until the New Year..” Unspoken are the words that ‘our paths won’t cross again until then’. “Er.. how about you?” George sounds like she’s only asking out of politeness, seeking something to say.
Nick’s face falls slightly. He understands what George is trying to do, but he doesn’t really want to engage in small talk. He shakes his head slightly. “Working a few hours to cover next week.”
“Oh right.” There is another awkward pause. “And what about Christmas Day?”
Nick looks at George. “Going to my brother’s.” He is grateful that he has actually got somewhere to go… if he was staying at home alone and admitted this to George, she might have invited him over to her place to share Christmas day with her and Ronnie and Bracken.. in the circumstances, Nick suspected that this might have been pure emotional torment for him. Unnerved by Nick’s reticence, George gets to her feet. “Well.. the taxi will be here soon.. I’d better see myself out now.. make sure that I’m ready…you know…” Nick has a sudden mental image of Ronnie and Bracken and George all sitting together laughing round the table on Christmas Day. It’s too much for him, and he can only nod in response to George… he can’t bring himself to speak at all.
“Well.. have a good Christmas then… “ George trails off, wondering now how good Nick’s Christmas is actually going to be. Too confused, she can’t bring herself to stay here any longer.
Nick continues to stare up at George. She goes over to the sofa, leans down and gently kisses Nick on the lips. He closes his eyes. When he opens them again, George has gone. He hears the front door closing with a click.
Nick sits on the sofa, motionless. He hears the cab pull up and the door slam, and then the sound of the car pulling away. Inside, his mind is reeling. Has he just done something terrible? George and Ronnie.. his two best friends.. has he made a terrible mistake this evening.. and yet.. George.. George had responded, he was sure of that.
There was only one solution right now. He looked at the bottles on the table. One was still half-full. In his befuddled state of mind, caused not least by the large quantities of alcohol already consumed, he leaned forward and tried to reach the bottle. Just out of reach, he levered himself forward on the sofa and reached out again, but in his tipsy state, he lost his balance and tipped off the sofa and into a crumpled heap on the floor. The jolt startled Nick, but then he leaned back and laid his head down on the floor. Jesus Christ, what a mess, he thinks to himself.
Bella
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Nick pulls George closer, hungry for the intimacy and warmth that he knows he’s been desperately missing these past few months. He wants to feel the soft flesh of a real woman, not one who’ll just give him what he wants in return for money, but someone special and precious to him. He doesn’t ever want this moment to pass. He knows that there’s a tiny voice of doubt in his head.. does George really feel the same way… but that voice of doubt is easily pushed away right now. All he knows is that George is responding to his fingertips caressing her neck, her arms, her soft curves, and to his heartfelt passionate kisses. He half expects George to come to her senses any minute now, and is surprised that she didn’t draw back immediately, but he doesn’t want to question this right now…
George can’t help but respond to Nick’s desires. She is not surprised at all to Nick’s actions, but surprised and confused at her own response… surprised by the sudden intensity of feelings that she has for Nick, and surprised that she doesn’t want to stop either.. but she’s confused, as part of her knows that it’s wrong. They continue to be locked in their embrace, but when Nick begins to slide his fingertips down her neck and into her blouse, she knows that she’s got to stop before it’s too late. She pulls back reluctantly.
“Nick.. I’m sorry.. we can’t…. “looking down at him, she suddenly sees in his eyes the beginnings of hurt and rejection. “I mean we can’t because of Ronnie… he’ll be wondering where I am… sending out a search party..” she tries to joke.
Nick understands… she’s not rejecting him. He sinks back on the sofa. He nods slightly, but still looking a little disappointed. “Sure.”
George sighs. “This… I mean.. we… er…”
Nick puts a finger to George’s lips. “Don’t.”
She looks at the array of wine bottles on the table. “I… er… the drink…”
Nick looks at George slightly pleadingly, begging her not to say that she only did it because she was drunk.. and that she doesn’t really have feelings for him. There may be some truth in that, but Nick doesn’t want to hear it right now, and he can’t believe that it wasn’t just the alcohol that made George do what she had just done.
George sits upright. “You know, I’ve got to go…”
Nick nods. His fantasy would have been to have George stay with him all night, every night, forever. But this is reality.. and he knows that George staying all night would have opened a huge can of worms.. and Ronnie.. well, Nick couldn’t deny that Ronnie was a good mate.
George stands up and straightens her top, feeling slightly awkward, and tries to bring back an air of normality. Nick watches her. “Er… I think I’d better call a cab.” She opens her handbag to find her mobile phone, but Nick has already fished his out of his pocket. He presses a few buttons and hands it to her.
“Here,” he says, softly.
She takes the phone and nods. “Thanks.” George arranges the cab, and then hangs up, giving the phone back to Nick. “It’ll be here in ten minutes.” George is not really sure what else to say to Nick. “Will you be OK.. here, by yourself…?” she asks lamely, thinking at the same time, what a stupid question.. of course she knows that he can manage OK from a practical point of view.. but she’s concerned about his emotional state.. but she doesn’t know what else she can do for Nick, and does not know how to voice her concerns. She realises that now she feels guilty.. guilty for leaving Nick in this state, but also guilty when she thinks about Ronnie.
Nick looks down. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” The moment of passion has gone, and George thinks that she detects a note of bitterness in Nick’s voice. Nick knows that he can’t keep George here any longer. He looks up at George and gives her a small smile. “Don’t worry, “he sighs slightly, “…about me… honestly.”
“Oh well.. if you’re sure.” There is an awkward silence. Nick looks into George’s eyes.
“George…we can’t…just…” he begins and then trails off, not sure what to say next.
George on the other hand, thinks that she has to bring an air of normality back to the situation, and quickly, before one of them says something in the heat of the situation that they might later regret. She clears her throat. “Er.. I’m not back at the Mill now until the New Year..” Unspoken are the words that ‘our paths won’t cross again until then’. “Er.. how about you?” George sounds like she’s only asking out of politeness, seeking something to say.
Nick’s face falls slightly. He understands what George is trying to do, but he doesn’t really want to engage in small talk. He shakes his head slightly. “Working a few hours to cover next week.”
“Oh right.” There is another awkward pause. “And what about Christmas Day?”
Nick looks at George. “Going to my brother’s.” He is grateful that he has actually got somewhere to go… if he was staying at home alone and admitted this to George, she might have invited him over to her place to share Christmas day with her and Ronnie and Bracken.. in the circumstances, Nick suspected that this might have been pure emotional torment for him. Unnerved by Nick’s reticence, George gets to her feet. “Well.. the taxi will be here soon.. I’d better see myself out now.. make sure that I’m ready…you know…” Nick has a sudden mental image of Ronnie and Bracken and George all sitting together laughing round the table on Christmas Day. It’s too much for him, and he can only nod in response to George… he can’t bring himself to speak at all.
“Well.. have a good Christmas then… “ George trails off, wondering now how good Nick’s Christmas is actually going to be. Too confused, she can’t bring herself to stay here any longer.
Nick continues to stare up at George. She goes over to the sofa, leans down and gently kisses Nick on the lips. He closes his eyes. When he opens them again, George has gone. He hears the front door closing with a click.
Nick sits on the sofa, motionless. He hears the cab pull up and the door slam, and then the sound of the car pulling away. Inside, his mind is reeling. Has he just done something terrible? George and Ronnie.. his two best friends.. has he made a terrible mistake this evening.. and yet.. George.. George had responded, he was sure of that.
There was only one solution right now. He looked at the bottles on the table. One was still half-full. In his befuddled state of mind, caused not least by the large quantities of alcohol already consumed, he leaned forward and tried to reach the bottle. Just out of reach, he levered himself forward on the sofa and reached out again, but in his tipsy state, he lost his balance and tipped off the sofa and into a crumpled heap on the floor. The jolt startled Nick, but then he leaned back and laid his head down on the floor. Jesus Christ, what a mess, he thinks to himself.