Call My Name (UC, S/L, MATURE, 1/1) [COMPLETE]
Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 1:26 am
Author: DMartinez
Email: shockerdm@icqmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Metz, Katims and the writing crew at Regency. UPN, WB. No infringement intended.
Category: S/L
Rating: MATURE
Summary: Some people you don't get over.
Call My Name
Sean kept his eyes closed as she hurried to put her clothes on. Every once in a while she grabbed something of his off the floor and hurled it at him… because he had done it again and because he let her. The socks bounced off his face and the shoe hit his stomach rather hard but all he could do was lay there as she yelled and cursed at him. "You're a stupid son of a bitch, Sean."
It was silent for a moment and when he opened his eyes, she was standing at the end of the bed with her face in her hands. She was a very pretty girl. Blonde hair, green eyes and a body with so many curves any guy would drive himself crazy just to hold. "It's always about her, isn't it, Sean? What the fuck was so goddamn special about her, huh?"
He rolled onto his side when the door slammed behind her. His thoughts went back to the summer two years before. She didn't want anything to do with him anymore and that's why he tried to move on but he hadn't, not really. He had called her name while having sex with his girlfriend and Sara had bailed. He had made the mistake before but they were only kissing then. Sara had thought maybe something was wrong then but let it slide because she genuinely cared about him. He had just screwed up the only good thing he had going in his life for a girl who wouldn't lower herself to talk to him in passing.
If only she had stayed gone. The girl had gone to Florida to live with an aunt while she went to school and after a year and a half, she was back. Seeing her had set him off again. Wanting her just to whisper his name once more. Cry it out like she had that summer. Feel her skin hot and so very smooth against his.
He had seen her a few times since she had come back. Her smile was as bright as ever but never directed at him. Sometimes he wanted to trap her and demand she tell him what she found so repulsive about him. Sometimes he just wanted her to go away. Things might have worked out with Sara if she hadn't shown up with Maria at the restaurant that evening. They passed each other on the way to their tables and she had just looked so perfect. Perfect straight hair, perfectly done make-up that looked so natural except those lips in red… just the way he liked her. There weren't dark circles under her eyes. She obviously wasn't losing near as much sleep as he was.
The door opened. Sara. "I forgot my keys."
He hadn't moved since she left and he didn't get up to help her look. She was crying and throwing stuff around. Once or twice she stopped to sob. Then he heard the jingle when she found them. She sat on the foot of the bed with her back to him. Maybe it wasn't too late to salvage this. "It's her, huh. That girl at dinner. The one with the brown hair? With your cousin?"
He couldn't answer her. It was true and Sara knew it. "I hope she's worth screwing this up for, Sean." She got to her feet and wiped her face. "Don't call me anymore, Sean… just don't."
The door clicked softly shut and while he felt guilty for what he had done to Sara… he was never going to forget the breathy way Liz said his name while they made out, or the sexy raspy voice she used when she was about to come or the deep way she cried his name when she did. It was more than he could bear seeing her around town and not being able to talk to her. Why did she have to come home? There was nothing left for her. That Max guy had been gone for a year and no one had heard from him until he popped up again for a few days and bam… gone again. He hadn't even called his family since then. She had nothing to stick around Roswell for… except to torture the one man she wouldn't speak to.
Did she have to stare through him with those huge brown eyes? Or bite her lip when she was deep in thought? Or tuck her hair behind her ear when she was nervous? Or haunt his dreams every night with those deep cries she would never make again?
He should just leave town and go far away. He had been about to and then she came back. Sean wiped the tears from his face and reached over to turn off the volume on the answering machine. As long as he could see her, he wasn't going anywhere. Though it was killing him a little more each day to see her around town, it would kill him more not to.
The End
This short has a companion piece but I'll post that in a few days.
Email: shockerdm@icqmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Metz, Katims and the writing crew at Regency. UPN, WB. No infringement intended.
Category: S/L
Rating: MATURE
Summary: Some people you don't get over.
Call My Name
Sean kept his eyes closed as she hurried to put her clothes on. Every once in a while she grabbed something of his off the floor and hurled it at him… because he had done it again and because he let her. The socks bounced off his face and the shoe hit his stomach rather hard but all he could do was lay there as she yelled and cursed at him. "You're a stupid son of a bitch, Sean."
It was silent for a moment and when he opened his eyes, she was standing at the end of the bed with her face in her hands. She was a very pretty girl. Blonde hair, green eyes and a body with so many curves any guy would drive himself crazy just to hold. "It's always about her, isn't it, Sean? What the fuck was so goddamn special about her, huh?"
He rolled onto his side when the door slammed behind her. His thoughts went back to the summer two years before. She didn't want anything to do with him anymore and that's why he tried to move on but he hadn't, not really. He had called her name while having sex with his girlfriend and Sara had bailed. He had made the mistake before but they were only kissing then. Sara had thought maybe something was wrong then but let it slide because she genuinely cared about him. He had just screwed up the only good thing he had going in his life for a girl who wouldn't lower herself to talk to him in passing.
If only she had stayed gone. The girl had gone to Florida to live with an aunt while she went to school and after a year and a half, she was back. Seeing her had set him off again. Wanting her just to whisper his name once more. Cry it out like she had that summer. Feel her skin hot and so very smooth against his.
He had seen her a few times since she had come back. Her smile was as bright as ever but never directed at him. Sometimes he wanted to trap her and demand she tell him what she found so repulsive about him. Sometimes he just wanted her to go away. Things might have worked out with Sara if she hadn't shown up with Maria at the restaurant that evening. They passed each other on the way to their tables and she had just looked so perfect. Perfect straight hair, perfectly done make-up that looked so natural except those lips in red… just the way he liked her. There weren't dark circles under her eyes. She obviously wasn't losing near as much sleep as he was.
The door opened. Sara. "I forgot my keys."
He hadn't moved since she left and he didn't get up to help her look. She was crying and throwing stuff around. Once or twice she stopped to sob. Then he heard the jingle when she found them. She sat on the foot of the bed with her back to him. Maybe it wasn't too late to salvage this. "It's her, huh. That girl at dinner. The one with the brown hair? With your cousin?"
He couldn't answer her. It was true and Sara knew it. "I hope she's worth screwing this up for, Sean." She got to her feet and wiped her face. "Don't call me anymore, Sean… just don't."
The door clicked softly shut and while he felt guilty for what he had done to Sara… he was never going to forget the breathy way Liz said his name while they made out, or the sexy raspy voice she used when she was about to come or the deep way she cried his name when she did. It was more than he could bear seeing her around town and not being able to talk to her. Why did she have to come home? There was nothing left for her. That Max guy had been gone for a year and no one had heard from him until he popped up again for a few days and bam… gone again. He hadn't even called his family since then. She had nothing to stick around Roswell for… except to torture the one man she wouldn't speak to.
Did she have to stare through him with those huge brown eyes? Or bite her lip when she was deep in thought? Or tuck her hair behind her ear when she was nervous? Or haunt his dreams every night with those deep cries she would never make again?
He should just leave town and go far away. He had been about to and then she came back. Sean wiped the tears from his face and reached over to turn off the volume on the answering machine. As long as he could see her, he wasn't going anywhere. Though it was killing him a little more each day to see her around town, it would kill him more not to.
The End
This short has a companion piece but I'll post that in a few days.