Chain Reaction 3.1.86: Where Do We Stand?

 

A/N: NSFW--but pixelated.
After the nsfw part, there's a Goth section, so scroll if you wanna pass by the naughty bits.

Ivy

     Turns out they accidentally put my name on today's call sheet. They didn't need me on set, and I didn't find that out until after I arrived. So, now I'm at home again.

     "Hey," Darrin says as he walks into the kitchen. "I thought I heard someone come in."

     "I didn't know anyone else was home." I'm going to go pick up Brent at Charlotte's later. Home is in between set and her house, so I thought I'd come home and have a little pity party.

     He leans against the counter. "I'm on my lunch break. I was in the area, so I thought I'd come home."

     I explain to him how my morning's gone, and then I realize we're in the same outfits we'd worn that morning I told the guys I was okay with everything.

     They were so happy.

     Darrin and I have discovered that Mike has quite the imagination. One thing is certain, I've definitely gotten more limber.

     "Have I ever told you I like that outfit?" Darrin pulls me out of my flashback.

     "No. I mean, yes. I mean, I don't know."

     I hear the smile. "Well, I do."

     Things are still a little strange with Darrin. Sure, he's done ...things... to me, but we haven't actually talked since that morning after we all got drunk. And most of the things he's done has been because Mike instructed him to.

     I give a half-smile. "I'll just go pick up Brent." I walk in the direction of the front door, but Darrin reaches out and stops me.

     "Could we talk?" he asks, wrapping his arms around me.

     "What about?" I do notice his hands landed on my butt.

     "Us." This is the same man I'd once tried to pull his hair out by the roots in what could only be described as a b*tch fight. Now he's talking about there being an 'us.'

     "There's an 'us'?" I look at his mouth. He has a very talented mouth.

     "Well... yeah. There's a you/me 'us,' a me/Mike 'us,' and I guess also a you/Mike 'us.' Then, there's, of course, the all three of us 'us.'"

     "I was unaware of that."

     "And that's why I wanted to talk about it. Mike and I have decided to open up where you're concerned, and I'm... incredibly attracted to you, Ivy."

     "But... to do anything without Mike around?" Plum, he's so hot in an intense way, different from Mike. It still makes my head spin that they both want me.

     He kisses me.

     When he pulls back, he smiles and teases, "Uh oh. I did something without Mike around."

     "This is crazy."

     "It's... different, I'll admit, but before you start worrying, I already talked to him about it."

     "You did?"

     "Yeah. He told me he's cool with it. I think he even likes it." Darrin grins. "He doesn't want to begrudge me and you doing stuff when he's not around."

     "What about when you're not around?" I have to ask.

     Darrin acts like he chooses his words carefully. "He still smarts from how you left him and everything."

     My lower lip trembles. "Oh."

     His arms tighten around me. "Don't worry too much about it. He'll get there." Pause. "But I would like to know how you feel about me."

     Does he have to ask? "Well, don't forget this all started because I kissed you."

     "Yeah, I think about that a lot. It was so. sweet."

     "Sweet?"

     He grins. "Yeah."

     I purse my lips. "So I'm 'sweet.'"

     His grin grows on his face. "Yeah."

     I clench my teeth together, and my eyes start getting big.

     He holds my mouth and stops my almost-tirade. Just like that night, his lips act like they have ages to kiss me, no rush, and my temper slowly cools. He takes a step and leans me back against the counter. Plum, this man can kiss.

     "Don't go get Brent yet," he requests. Then he gives me a strong hint as to why.

     He squeezes me. "I haven't finished my lunch break, and I think I'd like a little snack. I can fix it right here on the counter." He watches my eyes. He's put one of his legs between mine, pressing against me with his thigh.

     Surely he can feel my heart pounding. "Wh-what did you have in mind?"

     "Something that won't take long at all to prepare, but I intend to take my time eating it."

     I swallow. "Prepare?" What could he mean by that?

     "It's simple." He turns me around. Then I make a surprised noise when he lifts me up on the counter, my stomach and hips taking my weight because my feet won't touch the floor. Next he reaches up my skirt and pulls my panties down and off. "That's all I really need to take off." He lifts my skirt and gets on his knees behind me.

     I feel just his tongue before his whole face buries itself between my legs. He holds one of my legs kind of up with his bicep, his hand holding onto the counter, the other squeezes my ass. He moans, and I gasp from how the sound waves went through me. Plum, is this really happening? Just me and him? Then he starts this kind of sucking... thing, and I want to move, but I can't!

     "Unh! Darrin! F--k!" All I get in response is another moan, which just makes me lose it. I'm glad no one else is home and that our neighbors aren't close by because they might be concerned by the almost-crying noises I make.

     And just when I'm ready to climax, the bastard slows down! "Darrin! Please!"

     "Mm-mm," he replies in the negative. Sh*t, he did say he was going to take his time. Another missed climax, and I really start losing my mind, screaming and begging before he finally gives me some relief.

     More crazy weeping noises escape me as I just hang here on the countertop.

     Darrin is doing something behind me.

      With a grunt, he pushes into me. He must've just undone his button and zipper.

     "Oh, f--k, yes," he whispers. I don't know what's happening to me; it's like with every thrust, I shake around him.

     "Darrin?"

     "F--k, Ivy. Don't make me stop."

     The quaking inside me continues. "What's... happening?"

     "You're... getting f--ked. And your body's... loving it."

     With every movement, I want to come, but I can't. And I think he knows it. It's too soon, so instead, I go almost cross-eyed. Since when does this position feel like this? I'd always thought this was all for the guy.

     I let out a loud whine, shaking. Darrin just exhales loudly through his nose then moans again. Again, he's in no hurry.

     Then, I'm begging again, and he finally starts adding more force. We come together, him holding my hips steady as he throws his head back.

Alex

     I keep getting denied access into Hugh Carter's CCTV. His system is ridiculously complex. It's just a residence! Sure, it's a residence of a photographer, someone very attuned to cameras and the like, and he frequently caters to the rich and famous, but still! I'm Alexander Goth, dammit!

     My computer makes very angry beeping noises at me. "Oh, plum you!" I snarl at it.

     Deep breaths. It'll be fine. It's just been a while since I've had a challenge. I guess my problem is that I thought it would be easy. But seriously, SIMS is easier to hack than this random photographer's house.

     I just want to see who was at the party! I need a list! Diamond won't talk about it. She'd be angry if she knew I was doing this.

     Then it hits me: Mikey! Maybe he was there!

     I get out my phone.

     "Michael!" I say happily. "How are you? I was wondering if you could help me with something."

     He asks what, and I ask him if he'd attended a party at Hugh Carter's house about six weeks ago.

     He hadn't. He hadn't started back modeling at that time, having only very recently gone back.

 

     My face falls. "Oh."

     "What's going on?"

     I sigh. "I need to find out who was there. Would you at least have a few guesses?" Anything would be better than nothing.

     "I suppose some of the other models. He sometimes gets a film star or two. There are also prospective clients and models he's trying to schmooze. And then sometimes he invites random people in the business: assistants, delivery people, the guy who restocks the drink machine, the salesclerk in the store below his studio, stuff like that. Oh, and then those people can typically bring a plus one."

     My shoulders slump more. "So it could be anyone. Fabulous."

     "What's going on?"

     I sigh. "I don't think I'm at liberty to say, but I really wish I had a guestlist for that party."

     "Have you tried looking at his CCTV footage?" he offers.

     "I have actually, and I can't break in."

     "WHAT?"

     "I know! I've never encountered such a complicated firewall." I pause. Wait. Yes I have. "It's like it's..." I swallow hard. "Like it's technology more advanced than what I'm used to." Holy f--king plum. 

      He hasn't taken the same thought path I have. "Well, the man likes his cameras. And, uh, people can get up to some crazy sh*t at his parties."

     "You don't say," I reply with little emotion. I keep my realization to myself.

     I can't hack into this man's house. The only other thing I've been unable to hack... is alien technology.