Closer

Thanks to shaz, animechick262003, animegirl007, and Anon! Sorry for the wait, but well... lots of shit happened.

Flashback


It was incredibly hot that July afternoon. Rosalyn attempted to use her hand as a visor. Of course, it was a piss poor

substitute. She could feel the beads of sweat starting to emerge on her face.

‘Shit. I hate being black and greasy.’ She groused to herself as she continued her walk towards Sean’s house. They were

gonna hang out at his place since his whole family was out. His dad was spending the day at the country club while his mom and

kid sister were on a “girls only” mall expedition. She was really hoping he would do that thing with his tongue again… Or maybe

she could even try to-

‘God, no. I can’t do that! Aside from the fact I wouldn’t know what the hell I was doing, I-‘

“Geeze, it’s a penis!” She exclaimed aloud. Glancing around, she saw that no one was around to hear her, she continued on.

Somehow, the mere thought of a blow job seemed disgusting and degrading. But with Sean… she couldn’t help but feel a little bit

intrigued. He did after all go down on her. She figured that since they’d have some alone time that maybe, just maybe, she’d give

it a try.

‘Thanks to my lil’ bottle of courage.’ She thought to herself. She carried a little bottle of Smirnoff in her purse. She’d won it, a

bottle of wine, a two feet long loaf of French bread, and a French t-shirt at the end of the school year for an Eiffel Tower replica

contest. It was the consolation prize. She couldn’t help but notice that as the months passed by, it seemed as if the alcohol in the

tiny bottle was slowly evaporating. She couldn’t stand to let it go to waste any longer.

Though his house was only five blocks over and one block up, it still seemed like it was much further away from where she was.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, she finally made it. But much to her surprise, it was (who she presumed to be) Mr. Edwards who

answered the door.

“Hi. You must be Rosalyn. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He said, reaching out his hand to shake hers. Rosalyn, with a smile

so wide that it hurt her cheeks, tentatively reached out her hand as well. He had one of those firm, yet gentle grips.

“Oh, where are my manners? Come on in.” He said as he let go of her hand and stepped aside. The cold blast of the central

air in the home instantly made her feel better. She felt as if she had just stepped into a freezer, and yet it still wasn’t cool enough

from just coming in from the sweltering, humid Chicago heat outside.


“I’m running a little late. But I’ll just escort you to the den. Sean’s back there waiting for you.” He continued as he closed the

front door and walked ahead of her. She noticed that he was a tall man, with graying, wavy brown hair and kind brown eyes. She

imagined Sean to look more like his mother, for there were no similar physical features. Lost in her own thoughts, she nearly ran

into Mr. Edwards when he stopped.

“Sean, I’m leaving now. And your lovely company’s here. You kids have fun, huh?” He smiled and gave a little wave to the two

of them before leaving.

“Bye dad.” Sean said, all the while his eyes remaining on Rosalyn. She gave Mr. Edwards a polite smile before entering the

den.

“007.” She pointed out to the game currently on pause.

“Well, it is the best game out on N64.”

“It is good. But you know, Mario Kart is pretty good too. At least if you’re playing with lots of people.” She said as she at

beside him on the couch, placing her purse next to her.

“So, you wanna play?” ‘Actually, I’d like to do something else.’ She thought to herself. Instead, she found herself

saying “yes” with a little nod of her head. He handed her a gray controller with a sly grin.

“Rosalyn, I like ya lots, but even so, I’m still gonna haveta kick your ass in this game.”

“Don’t be so sure. I’ve had lots and lots of practice.” About twenty minutes into the game, Rosalyn was down by one kill, and

sought desperate measures. Just as his character was approaching hers, grenade launcher armed and ready, she quickly yanked

his controller from the game system, and shot his character dead with an AK47.

“Ha! We’re tied now, buddy!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air while laughing at him.

“You cheated.” He said simply, with no expression whatsoever on his face.

“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” She challenged, looking him dead in the eyes. He tilted his head to the side

as if really pondering the question.

“Oh… nothing I guess. Cept this!” He pounced on her in an instant, knocking her back onto the couch. He mercilessly tickled

her sides and belly, making her laugh uncontrollably and thrash about underneath him. Her head knocked her purse to the floor

upside down, most of its contents spilling out. Sean noticed the little, clear bottle of liquid out of the corner of his eye.

“What’s that?” He asked as he stopped tickling her. He leaned over her as he reached for it. Rosalyn turned her head to the

side to see what he was talking about. Her eyes followed the bottle as he picked it up. He sat up, straddling her hips as he looked

at her.

“What’s that? Surely you can read the label, Sean.”

“I can. But why do you have it?”

“It’s just a little… pick me up I guess. Why do you ask?” She asked, all too aware of his less than humored attitude. He

looked real serious all of a sudden.

“You um… you ever hear about that whole ‘nature versus nurture’ thing?” He asked, looking at the bottle while rolling it between

his thumb and forefinger by the neck of the bottle.

“Yeah. At school and stuff.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Which do you think is true?” Rosalyn squint her eyes a bit as she seriously considered the question.

“I think nurture has a lot to do with how a person is to become, but sometimes, you just can’t escape your own gene pool, I

think.”

“Huh. So, what’d you think about my father? Nice guy, right?”

“Yeah, really nice.” She said, not sure where this conversation was headed at all.

“Well, the thing of it is… He isn’t my biological father. Just my step dad. Wish he was, though.” He said as he moved off of

her and the couch. She sat up and swung her legs around, allowing him room to sit next to her.

“My real dad was an abusive, alcoholic, son of a bitch. He used to beat my mom all the time.” He told her quietly. She gently

grasped his hand, silently urging him to continue.

“I’ve heard that alcoholism is genetic. So I’ve always tried to stay away from it. Then you know the old saying, ‘ violence

begets violence.’ I never want to be like him. And what sickens me most, is that every time I look in the mirror, I can see him.

I’m terrified of the fact that one day, no matter how good my family is to me, that I’ll become… just like him. I can’t-“ He

whispered with tears in his eyes. He thought it to be unmanly to cry in front of her, but he couldn’t stop himself. Rosalyn pulled

him to her as his body shook slightly. She rubbed his back while placing kisses on his head.

“I don’t wanna be him.” She grasped his face and made him look at her. She wiped away his tears with her thumbs.

“You are a good person, Sean. That would never be you. You have an amazing heart. If it wasn’t for, I…” At a lost for words,

she lightly brushed her lips against his before kissing him deeply. She decided to save her little bottle and plans of

experimentation for later. Right now, all Sean needed was comfort. She was more than happy to oblige him.


*************


Present Day


When Sean first awoke, he was confused by the foreign surroundings. Then he remembered that he never went home last

night. Instead, he spent the night on Rosalyn’s couch. Immediately looking at his watch, he saw that it was six o’ seven a. m.

“Shit.” He cursed to himself. Rosalyn and he had to be at the studio at eight for a photo shoot. They were going to be on the

cover of the television guide. The first episode would air the following week. Getting up and stretching a bit, he walked towards her

closed bedroom door. He gingerly knocked before opening it. The room was covered in darkness. Blindly searching the wall to the

right of him, and then to the left, he found the light switch and flipped it on. There she lay in the center of the bed, arm thrown

listlessly over her face. T-shirt riding up her torso. She looked adorable to him, even though he could see a little drool on her

pillow.

“Rosalyn, time to wake up.” She rolled over, groaned, and then muttered something about five more minutes.

“Alright then. Guess I’ll get ready first.” He said more to himself. Before heading to the bathroom, he walked to her dresser

drawer in search of a shirt. The first drawer was full of her underwear- satin and lots of lace with a few cottons thrown in. Turning

his head quickly to make sure she was still asleep, he moved some of the clothes to the side just to see if…

“Knew it.” He said with a satisfactory grin as he put the clothes back and closed the drawer. He opened the second drawer and

found an extra large white t-shirt.

About twenty minutes later after showering and dressing, he went back into her bedroom to see if she was still sleeping.

“Come on, Ros. We’re gonna be late.” She stirred, but still didn’t get up. He began to shake her a little while calling her

name, but she just swatted him away before rolling over.

“Fine then. Guess I’ll have to do this the… wet way.”

***********


“Mmm…” Rosalyn moaned. She couldn’t believe it. Sean was giving her head on the set in front of the entire cast and crew.

They were applauding.

“Raspberries. Just like raspberries. So good…” He said before dipping back in.

“Don’t be rude. Shouldn’t talk with your mouth full…” She trailed off. Grasping his head to her, she threw her head back,

panting. She felt so hot, as if her flesh was burning. Suddenly, the ceiling parted, and cool rain washed over her, drenching her

face and-

“Oh, ahh! What are you do-!” Rosalyn yelled in confusion, inadvertently rolling off the bed as the water drenched her face.

“Sorry. But you wouldn’t get up. We have to be at the studio in a little over an hour. It’s going to take about thirty minutes to

get there from here, and that’s only if traffic’s light. We can’t be late, especially today. Photo shoot, remember?”

“God, my head.” He kneeled down and helped her sit up.

”Now, come on. If you hurry, we just might make it in time. And if we’re late, Miss Groggy Pants, I might have to tell some

people about that lil’ contraption of yours with the vibrating action in your top drawer. Tell me now, who do you think of when you

use it?”

“You asshole! You went through my things?! My personal, private things?! She yelled, jerking away from him and getting up

on her own.

“Well… I didn’t know where the shirts were. Had to get dressed, didn’t I? Oh, loved the lacy underwear in particular. Very

sexy.”

“That was not sitting on top for all to see, you liar. Ugh, forget it. Go wait in the living room. Or better yet, make yourself

useful and get me some caffeine. Lots and lots of caffeine…” She mumbled before half walking, half stumbling to the bathroom.

“But you don’t have any- no coffee or anything.”

“Then go get some.” She demanded before slamming the bathroom door.

“Well you don’t have to be such a bitch about it!” He yelled to her. Shortly after, he got his car keys and went to the nearest

Dunkin’ Donuts.