New Years Revelations (CC, I, ADULT) [WIP]
Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 7:02 am
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Disclaimer: I in no way own the rights to Roswell or anything related to it. All rights belong to Jason Katims, 20th Century Fox, Regency Entertainment, Melinda Metz, WB and UPN. No infringement is intended. I am borrowing their awesome characters.
Perhaps in this part and in parts to come I am or will be borrowing some scenes, and I will borrow direct dialog and use altered dialog at times. This is how my stories play.
Title: New Years Revelation
Author: Mt Gazer/Velvet Skye
Category: CC/ AU
Coupling/ Character: Isabel. I/A and I/J
Rating: ADULT (right at the start)
Spoilers: Heart of Mine/ Tale of Two Parties
My muse took a dramatic detour and it gave me this. A NEW STORY.
This will be short, I don’t know how many parts but its short. It is not, nor will it become, the behemoth that is my other story.
As usual I tell Isabel’s story. This is another one entirely.
summary: Isabel finds herself in pain one day. This is the story that unfolds from that day, and the things she learns along the way.
“Don’t.” he answered as she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
He pulled back. “I asked you not to do that.” He whispered in her ear, “Not unless you really mean it.” But he leaned in eagerly awaiting more of that kiss from the beautiful girl in his arms.
The kiss was meaningful and deep and stirring. Isabel couldn’t believe what a fool she’d been by chasing him away all those times. But that was the past, this was a new day. This time she would do it right and it all started with tonight. Right now, right here on the gym floor in front of God and all of West Roswell High. And she no longer cared.
She was scared of herself and how she’d respond to him if he made any advances, for she was kissing him and holding her composure, but her resolve was slipping. This was real. This was passionate. This was sexy.
She pressed into his chest, pushing herself against him, as she wrapped her arms around his back, inside of his tux, resting her head on his shoulder.
Safe. Home. Finally. It taken her way too long to realize that this was what was meant to be. Not Michael. Definitely not Grant. Just Alex.
They got lost in the kiss again. It’s meaning changing as the night wore on, her body pulsed with desire and need as the kiss became more powerful and frenzied. Driven by hunger for the other person.
They escaped the dance and made their way to the Eraser Room, never checking the occupants, just evicting them, as they commandeered the room for their own personal pleasure.
Barriers collapsing. Bonds cementing. And all of the blessed clichés were theirs for the making.... they devoured each others hungry mouth as they took their little make-out to a higher level.
His hand wandered under the slit in her elegant, satin, red dress, and of its own accord into her panties. Oh he was making advances now. Alex stroked her tender flesh and she trembled at just the contact. This was not going to last long...
“Oh God,” she hissed into his mouth, as his finger slipped easily inside her and started its own passionate dance.
Where had he learned how to do this? Sweden? He had never touched her like this before, but that meant little in this moment for his hand expertly played her like a fine tuned instrument and readied her for the crescendo.
As he took his time, she felt all her walls come tumbling down. She grabbed his engaged hand and pressed it against her core, rocking it. “Don’t stop.” she growled.
That experience morphed into another, in the backseat of his car. “We are not going to have sex in the backseat of my car. That is NOT where I wish to lose my virginity.” Alex laughed. “Of all the clichés.”
“If you don’t take me somewhere else, that is exactly what is going to happen.” he laughed throatily. The scene morphed into yet another...
“Where are your parents?” He breathed huskily into her ear at the entrance to her door, as she fumbled for the keys.
“They went out for the night. Believe it or not they trust you.” She giggled uncharacteristically.
“Ah, but my lady, I can be trusted. Trusted to treat you like a beautiful flower in bloom. Is it my fault I wish to caress the petals?” Isabel giggled and rolled her eyes, as she pulled him through the open doorway, and tossed his tux jacket onto the living room floor.
Kissing at the door to her room, he pulled her close, to peer into her soul and to lose any pretense that might still lurk behind those chocolate eyes. “Tell me this is real? Tell me this is what you want.”
“Uh-Huh. This is real Alex.” Her hand was unfastening the belt around his waist and pulling his white dress shirt from his pants. “I want you.”
“Because if this is true, I will bed you tonight Isabel.” The lustful way he was watching her was making her swoon. “I will claim you and make you mine forever.” He kissed her lips and then whispered hoarsely into her ear sending a chill down her spine. “I will deflower you.” Gone was the corny gallantry, in its place was a man who knew his mind. His hands slipped behind her sliding the zipper down as his fingertips traced the path. She started to sway, as the Ice Princess melted into a puddle.
She nervously giggled again while she deeply blushed. She started to undress him, opening his buttons, starting at his neck, as she kissed the exposed skin she was revealing.
He lifted her into his arms, carrying her. “My lady. With this act I declare my intentions.”
“You declare your intentions?” She giggled. “Who talks like that? Seriously? Her eyes mirrored the desire shining in his. “I do hope they are honorable intentions Sir Whitman?” She teased.
“I will make you my wife Isabel Evans.”
“And when will this occur?” she demurely looked down in blush as she bit her lip.
“ I will make you the mother to my children.”
“Oh we’re talking kids now are we?” she whispered, “I love you.”
“You will be my lover and my friend.” He carried her in and threw her onto her bed.
They consummated the relationship, giving their virginity to each other on Prom night. Plans had been made, new promises spoken.
He was stroking the silky soft skin of her stomach as he embellished kisses upon the glistening canvas of the afterglow. Tears shining in his bright eyes.
*** ***
Isabel woke to a dull pain cramping her lower back. She looked dazedly around the apartment, wondering where her room was, where Alex was.
She heard a high pitched annoying sound and realized the VCR was playing Rudolph’s Shiny New Year on repeat loop. But she could hear the working of the gears in the machine. All the little clicks and whines and whirs.
She smelled an overwhelming amount of male cologne. The smell made her sick to her stomach as each individual component could be clearly detected and they didn’t blend well together at all. Her stomach felt crampy, she raced to the bathroom and threw up, the first time in her life that she could recollect.
She looked into the mirror and realized that her golden tresses were missing, in their place was a brunette short styled cut. Alex stood behind her, “I am so sorry Isabel. I never meant for this to happen.” A severe pain gripped her lower back, forcing her to cling to the ledge for the minute of its duration. When it had subsided, she turned to look for Alex and he was gone.
Her pants felt a little moist. She reached down to check the source and found bright red, watery, blood on her hand. Her period was not yet due. Something was dreadfully wrong with her. She needed Max. Now!
TBC....
Disclaimer: I in no way own the rights to Roswell or anything related to it. All rights belong to Jason Katims, 20th Century Fox, Regency Entertainment, Melinda Metz, WB and UPN. No infringement is intended. I am borrowing their awesome characters.
Perhaps in this part and in parts to come I am or will be borrowing some scenes, and I will borrow direct dialog and use altered dialog at times. This is how my stories play.
Title: New Years Revelation
Author: Mt Gazer/Velvet Skye
Category: CC/ AU
Coupling/ Character: Isabel. I/A and I/J
Rating: ADULT (right at the start)
Spoilers: Heart of Mine/ Tale of Two Parties
My muse took a dramatic detour and it gave me this. A NEW STORY.
This will be short, I don’t know how many parts but its short. It is not, nor will it become, the behemoth that is my other story.
As usual I tell Isabel’s story. This is another one entirely.
summary: Isabel finds herself in pain one day. This is the story that unfolds from that day, and the things she learns along the way.
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New Years Revelation
Prologue
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Isabel licked her lips and stared at him. “Alex. I’m going to do something I said I wasn’t.” New Years Revelation
Prologue
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“Don’t.” he answered as she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
He pulled back. “I asked you not to do that.” He whispered in her ear, “Not unless you really mean it.” But he leaned in eagerly awaiting more of that kiss from the beautiful girl in his arms.
The kiss was meaningful and deep and stirring. Isabel couldn’t believe what a fool she’d been by chasing him away all those times. But that was the past, this was a new day. This time she would do it right and it all started with tonight. Right now, right here on the gym floor in front of God and all of West Roswell High. And she no longer cared.
She was scared of herself and how she’d respond to him if he made any advances, for she was kissing him and holding her composure, but her resolve was slipping. This was real. This was passionate. This was sexy.
She pressed into his chest, pushing herself against him, as she wrapped her arms around his back, inside of his tux, resting her head on his shoulder.
Safe. Home. Finally. It taken her way too long to realize that this was what was meant to be. Not Michael. Definitely not Grant. Just Alex.
They got lost in the kiss again. It’s meaning changing as the night wore on, her body pulsed with desire and need as the kiss became more powerful and frenzied. Driven by hunger for the other person.
They escaped the dance and made their way to the Eraser Room, never checking the occupants, just evicting them, as they commandeered the room for their own personal pleasure.
Barriers collapsing. Bonds cementing. And all of the blessed clichés were theirs for the making.... they devoured each others hungry mouth as they took their little make-out to a higher level.
His hand wandered under the slit in her elegant, satin, red dress, and of its own accord into her panties. Oh he was making advances now. Alex stroked her tender flesh and she trembled at just the contact. This was not going to last long...
“Oh God,” she hissed into his mouth, as his finger slipped easily inside her and started its own passionate dance.
Where had he learned how to do this? Sweden? He had never touched her like this before, but that meant little in this moment for his hand expertly played her like a fine tuned instrument and readied her for the crescendo.
As he took his time, she felt all her walls come tumbling down. She grabbed his engaged hand and pressed it against her core, rocking it. “Don’t stop.” she growled.
That experience morphed into another, in the backseat of his car. “We are not going to have sex in the backseat of my car. That is NOT where I wish to lose my virginity.” Alex laughed. “Of all the clichés.”
“If you don’t take me somewhere else, that is exactly what is going to happen.” he laughed throatily. The scene morphed into yet another...
“Where are your parents?” He breathed huskily into her ear at the entrance to her door, as she fumbled for the keys.
“They went out for the night. Believe it or not they trust you.” She giggled uncharacteristically.
“Ah, but my lady, I can be trusted. Trusted to treat you like a beautiful flower in bloom. Is it my fault I wish to caress the petals?” Isabel giggled and rolled her eyes, as she pulled him through the open doorway, and tossed his tux jacket onto the living room floor.
Kissing at the door to her room, he pulled her close, to peer into her soul and to lose any pretense that might still lurk behind those chocolate eyes. “Tell me this is real? Tell me this is what you want.”
“Uh-Huh. This is real Alex.” Her hand was unfastening the belt around his waist and pulling his white dress shirt from his pants. “I want you.”
“Because if this is true, I will bed you tonight Isabel.” The lustful way he was watching her was making her swoon. “I will claim you and make you mine forever.” He kissed her lips and then whispered hoarsely into her ear sending a chill down her spine. “I will deflower you.” Gone was the corny gallantry, in its place was a man who knew his mind. His hands slipped behind her sliding the zipper down as his fingertips traced the path. She started to sway, as the Ice Princess melted into a puddle.
She nervously giggled again while she deeply blushed. She started to undress him, opening his buttons, starting at his neck, as she kissed the exposed skin she was revealing.
He lifted her into his arms, carrying her. “My lady. With this act I declare my intentions.”
“You declare your intentions?” She giggled. “Who talks like that? Seriously? Her eyes mirrored the desire shining in his. “I do hope they are honorable intentions Sir Whitman?” She teased.
“I will make you my wife Isabel Evans.”
“And when will this occur?” she demurely looked down in blush as she bit her lip.
“ I will make you the mother to my children.”
“Oh we’re talking kids now are we?” she whispered, “I love you.”
“You will be my lover and my friend.” He carried her in and threw her onto her bed.
They consummated the relationship, giving their virginity to each other on Prom night. Plans had been made, new promises spoken.
He was stroking the silky soft skin of her stomach as he embellished kisses upon the glistening canvas of the afterglow. Tears shining in his bright eyes.
*** ***
Isabel woke to a dull pain cramping her lower back. She looked dazedly around the apartment, wondering where her room was, where Alex was.
She heard a high pitched annoying sound and realized the VCR was playing Rudolph’s Shiny New Year on repeat loop. But she could hear the working of the gears in the machine. All the little clicks and whines and whirs.
She smelled an overwhelming amount of male cologne. The smell made her sick to her stomach as each individual component could be clearly detected and they didn’t blend well together at all. Her stomach felt crampy, she raced to the bathroom and threw up, the first time in her life that she could recollect.
She looked into the mirror and realized that her golden tresses were missing, in their place was a brunette short styled cut. Alex stood behind her, “I am so sorry Isabel. I never meant for this to happen.” A severe pain gripped her lower back, forcing her to cling to the ledge for the minute of its duration. When it had subsided, she turned to look for Alex and he was gone.
Her pants felt a little moist. She reached down to check the source and found bright red, watery, blood on her hand. Her period was not yet due. Something was dreadfully wrong with her. She needed Max. Now!
TBC....