Fire on the Side

Author's Note-I couldn't get this scene out of my head. So, I'm adding it now. This takes place much later in the story, so it IS out of context. But this is pretty much what is going to happen between Trenton and Casey. And I knew some of you wanted to see SOME action. Well, it may not be all that you were looking for (believe me, it IS on it's way), but it is something! Enjoy!


Fire on the Side interlude

Casey’s POV

It's hard to say when awareness began. I'm not dense, I just choose to ignore the looks of desire, or flashes of lust behind false smiles. I can read between the lines of what they want. And that sure as hell isn't what I want. But with Trenton, it's different. Painfully so. I wasn't even sure I was reading him right. I couldn't believe he'd even try. Hadn't we been over this before? Just friends? But there he is, looking at me with those eyes. When we talk his tone is just a certain way that makes shiver. He brushes up against me to often for comfort. I can feel my control waning. But I can't let it slip away.

That all went to hell the moment I saw Trenton come into Lavender’s Green during the lunch hour. I did my best to try and ignore him. I slipped out into the kitchen and into the storage room. They had just received a shipment and technically I had volunteered to do some of the restocking. The least I could do for them. They had to put up with band rehearsals and funky music.

I could hear him talking, putting in his order for take away. Don’t come back here, please don’t come back here, I whispered to myself, but I could already hear him asking where I was. And then I could hear his foot steps coming closer.

The door to the storage room swung open and shut. “There you are, why are you hiding back here?”
As if you needed to ask, I thought. “Restocking, needed to be done.” God, he’s too close. If he comes any closer I don’t know if I can hold back. And he knows it! He fucking knows it! Why is he trying me like this? I can’t do this to him…to Clive. Oh god, Clive. What the fuck would he do if he knew. Who the fucking am I kidding? he has to KNOW.

“Casey?”
Jesus his voice sounds so innocent. But I know it’s not. It’s all part of the seduction. He’s trying to lure me in. And it’s working. Damn him, but it’s working.
“Yeah, Trent?” Don’t say it. Don’t do it. Please, I don’t want to fuck this up. We’re friends. I like it like that. It’s simple. It’s not complicated. But if he tires…dear god I won’t be able to stop myself. I want him so much.

I hadn’t turned to face him when he came in. He came in close. I felt his fingers brush against my shoulders, tracing a line down each of them. I shuddered. I forced myself not to turn around. I stared at the shelves filled with…my brain started to shut down. He pressed himself against me. If I was still alive I think I would have had a heart attack. “Trenton…don’t.” I whispered.

“Why not?” he returned, determined.
“You know why.” Don’t make me say it. I don’t think I could bare it.
“No, he’ll be ok with it.”
“Trenton,” I sighed. If only that was the just of it.
“What? Please…?”
It hurt. Oh, dear, god, why did it hurt so? I broke out of our contact and made a move to the door. It was just a little too close in here. I needed to clear my head. Or else I may do something I’ll regret later. Or Clive may make me.
“No, don’t go. We need to talk about this.” His hand clasped around my wrist, bring me up short.
“There isn’t anything to talk about.” I was desperate. I couldn’t take much more of this. All I wanted to do was to press him up against the wall and kiss him senseless. My hand twitched in his. He looked me in the eyes. “Ha!” those eyes seemed to say. “You can’t keep denying this.”
“Oh, yes I can,” my eyes said back.

“Then tell me why not.” He demanded, gripping my hand harder.
“I can’t…I can’t do this, Trenton. I can’t be your fire on the side. Where do I fit in? It’s not real love, Trenton. Lust, sure. Desire, obviously. But I don’t fit into your equation. It wouldn’t be real for me. I couldn’t stay with you and Clive. Because I can’t come between that. Because I can’t stay with you. Because it would just be a fling. And that’s not what I want.” My jaw clenched in an effort not to cry. Shit, I hate getting this emotional.

Apparently that little speech didn’t seem to defer him. He knew how to push all my buttons. And suddenly he was kissing me. Just like that. And I knew I was done for. I wanted to scream, NO! STOP! But my body had other ideas. I was so tired at holding back. And then I was kissing him. It was messy, it was hard. I was blinded by my desire. There was only him and nothing else mattered. I pushed him back and he fell against the shelves. I wrapped myself around him, still kissing him. I was so hungry for him. I couldn’t get enough of his lips. I pulled at them, nibbled at them until they were red and puffy. Christ, everyone is going to know what we did back here. Fuck ‘em.

The shelves were shaking as we kissed. His hands were all over me, tugging at my clothes, swiping across patches of bare skin. And I realized that my hands, treacherous, had found purchase as well. One was slipping behind Trenton, dipping below pants to cup his smooth hard buttocks. Through my haze I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I arched my eyebrow. My other hand had Trenton’s shirt pushed up, exposing a nipple. I played with it, loving the sounds it brought out him.

I was dizzy, delirious. I wanted to taste him. I just want him so bad. I moved my lips down to the little puckered bud. I let my fangs scrape against it. It sent a shock through both of us. His neck arched and I managed to stop myself before I bit him. I stumbled back, turning quickly so he wouldn’t see me like that. Eyes going red and my fangs were completely out. I took a few deep breaths to stable myself. I put one hand against the wall to ground me. Dear god what have I done?

Trenton moaned his loss. “What’s wrong?” He was confused. He was just as aroused as me. I could smell him all over me. Just as surely as Clive would be able to smell me all over him. But I couldn’t go through with it. I could risk hurting him. “Trent…go, just go.”
“Casey?” Fear in his voice. Hurt because I was rejecting him.
“GET OUT OF HERE!” I nearly snarled.
The door opened and closed, just as he had arrived, but now he was gone. In my frustration I punished the wall, slamming my fist against it, putting a nice little hole in it. I slowly sank to the floor, my whole body was shaking. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I wrapped my arms around my self and let the sobs carry me away.


I might add to this later...I dunno. I hope you enjoyed it! Please, if you do so, it only takes a few minutes, review. Make me keep writing this story.