Post by Melanie Perreault on Jan 30, 2018 21:13:31 GMT -5
Chapter 16: Wait, what?
Olivier was the one who paid for the cab ride back to the Academy and they spent the majority of it kissing. If the cab driver had something to say against it, he kept his mouth shut and it was probably a good thing judging by the $50 bill that Olivier tossed his way before they got out. It'd been decided that they'd hit up her room, given that her roommate for sure was off with her man for tonight and wasn't at all likely to head back.
For a moment, she'd worried that she'd change her mind on the way back over, but there was no change of mind going on with her. This was what she wanted, no doubt about it. It was too easy to sneak him into the dorm building and they rushed toward her room without running into anyone. Her eagerness ended up embarrassing her as she struggled a little with the keys but the door opened in a relatively short amount of time.
The door slamming behind them once they were both inside. She tossed her keys and clutch away from her, not really caring where they landed as they found each other's lips again. He pressed her back against the door and while it wasn't actually the most comfortable thing in the world, she found it hard to care as they continued to kiss and press themselves closer to each other.
His lips did move away from her own at some point, moving down her neck, taunting her skin and even stopping at some point to suck on it. The sensation causing a moan of slight pain but mostly pleasure. She knew that he was certainly going to leave a mark, but hell if she cared. Instead, she busied her hands by unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off of him. Her hands running across the skin and trying to take it all in. Finding him solid but not all that muscular like she'd imagined. Oh well, her body was far from perfect either.
When he broke apart from her it was no surprise that her dress came up and off, leaving her in the matching bra and underwear that she'd been careful to select. The way his eyes swept across her form, at least let her know that he wasn't disappointed with what he saw. His lips pressing back against her skin while he reached behind her back and hastily unhooked her bra.
The rest of their clothes soon joining the pool on the ground, although Olivier had grabbed his wallet where he just apparently had a condom at all times in case he was about to score. If she thought about it more, she'd have probably had a different view on it but for now she was just happy that it meant they could continue.
They'd made their way over to the bed and she found herself under him while he taunted her. Not kissing her as she'd like, barely touching her at all and simply hovering without giving her what she wanted. His fingers found their way against her sensitive skin, but even that wasn't done with enough force to be anything but torture.
“Oli,” she gasped, wishing she didn't sound quite so desperate but he was messing with her mind here.
“Melanie,” he answered, his voice low.
“Oli, please.” It was pathetic that she was practically begging, but at least he didn't make her say anything more. Apparently it was just too much for him to handle and he pushed himself inside of her. He didn't know it was her first time and she couldn't blame him for that, but there was definitely a little bit of pain involved. Less than what she'd expected, if she was honest, but she was still sore.
Pleasure quickly overtook pain though and she did her best to move with him. Words coming from both of them, swears and affirmations as they each felt their release come closer. Pain continued to be present with the frantic motions, but she didn't give a shit. Calling out with him when they were finished and suddenly finding herself sore and exhausted.
They laid together and she found herself drifting off to sleep and was surprised to see that he wasn't moving either. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her and they found themselves both falling asleep.
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The next morning, Mel felt really sore as she woke up. Sore and a bit confused although she wasn't sure why until she realized that she wasn't lying alone in her bed like she should have been. Instead, she was held close to someone else. Her arms slung across his body and their legs tangled together. With her head resting on his chest she could hear his heartbeat and memories from the night before didn't hesitate in rushing in to paint the complete picture for her again.
She still felt so tired, so she wasn't sure exactly what had woken her up but now she was at a loss of whether she should even get up or not. It wasn't like she could leave Olivier here and go somewhere else, it was her room. The loud pounding on her door made her jump suddenly, wondering who it could be and if she should answer.
No, she shouldn't answer. That much was sure. Answering the door would only lead to awkward situations. However, her resolve started to weaken as the pounding continued with only brief breaks in between. And she wondered, why, oh why, did this have to be happening. Couldn't whoever it was just come back later.
“Mel! Mel! Come on, open up!”
Shit. It was Jackson. Wait, no, she had no reason to feel any sense of guilt or whatever. They were broken up, everything was okay. Still, no way in hell she was going to answer that door now. At least, that's what she told herself until Olivier groaned and started stirring.
“Est-ce que vous allez obtenir cette putain de porte ?” he muttered angrily, sitting up.
“I don't speak French,” she reminded him, finding it interesting that right in the morning he apparently might have trouble switching his brain to the right language.
His blue eyes opened and he looked momentarily confused, as if unsure of where he was, but not at all displeased when he realized it. “Well, are you going to get the door? Or are we at my dorm?”
“We're at mine, but I don't want to answer it.” Was he really that fuzzy not to realize that they certainly weren't in his room? What if he didn't remember last night at all? He hadn't seemed that drunk at the time but now she was suddenly full of doubts about it.
As the pounding continued, he sat up and looked over at her. For some reason she felt the need to wrap the sheet around her torso as she did the same. “If you don't get it now, I will.”
It was apparent that he wasn't kidding as he went ahead to try and stand up. “No! No!” she exclaimed, shooting up and taking the sheet with her. Facing a momentarily dilemma as she realized that she couldn't answer the door like this but she had to put on something which meant dropping the sheet. For a second she debated and then decided that Olivier had already seen everything anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to be able to put something on to answer the door.
“I'm coming! I'm coming!” she yelled as the knocking started again and she dropped the sheet. Grabbing the shirt dress she'd worn last night and pulling it over her head. Almost sure she heart Olivier make a 'that's what you said' joke behind her but not acknowledging it. Turning to him and giving her best dark glare. “You, stay quiet!”
“Mais bien sûr,” he said sarcastically.
Shaking her head she made her way over to the door and pulled it open just enough so that she'd be visible and nothing else. Not that it really mattered, given that her bed wasn't visible from this angle even if she wasn't standing here.
Immediately, she noticed Jackson taking in her appearance although he didn't say anything about it, to his credit. “Melanie!” he exclaimed, moving to press a kiss against her lips. Pulling away before she could even register what was happening. “I am so sorry about everything. I'm just glad that we've had this break to realize that what I'd done was commpletely out of line. I can't believe I was even thinking about breaking up with you.”
Her face was a mask of shock as she stared at him. “Wait, what?” she sputtered, not sure she was understanding.
“The break, from the fight. I'm glad that we had it so that we can just move forward past this. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about Heather, you had a right to know all along,” he was so genuinely happy that it made her feel a bit sick.
“I don't understand...” she told him honestly. “I thought you broke up with me.”
“Broke up with you?” He laughed. “Of course not! I wouldn't just break up with you. I just knew we needed a day to get out of the situation and have the conversation again when we were ready.”
“You didn't say that,” she accused, feeling herself going clammy.
“I did. I said we should take a break, as in a break from this fight.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead and then started to push the door open more. “Now let's go inside and sit down to talk the rest of this out, though I promise I'll be more reasonable. I can't believe I-”
“No!” she cut him off before he could go further. Trying to hold tighter to the door. “I don't think that it's a good idea!”
“Look, Mel, I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I can't believe I let you get the idea that I wanted to break up with you.” His apology was so sincere she swore God was going to send down a lightning bolt to smite her on the spot. “And I'm sorry that I accused you of anything. That was stupid.” The weakness was probably what let him “If you say nothing happened with Olivier, nothing happened.”
Her stomach was a mess and she closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable impact as Jackson realized that Olivier was there. Only... it didn't come. Maybe he was silently boiling in rage, maybe it was just waiting to escape. It was bound to happen though and she just wanted to run away and hide.
“Are you just going to stand in the door or what?” Jackson asked, his tone no different.
Twirling around faster than she thought possible, she looked and saw the room empty. Clothes gone, bed a mess but no Olivier in sight. How...? Her heartbeat was still going a million miles a minute. Where had he gone? Was it possible it'd all been a dream? No. He'd been there just moments ago, she talked to him and he spoke French and she didn't understand it.
“Mel! Are you okay? You look really upset,” he seemed guilty. Oh God she was going to burn in Hell. “Is this something that I did? Is there anything that I can do to help?”
She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. There was a path in front of her. On one hand she could lie, to a degree and say that she had kissed Olivier only at the club (there'd be no denying that one with picture evidence) and beg for his forgiveness and cite the misunderstanding over the matter. That he might be able to accept, with time. Or she could tell him the truth and even with the misunderstanding, there'd be no way that he'd stick around.
“I slept with Olivier.”
Now it was his turn to look shocked and hurt and everything else that a person had the right to feel in this moment. “What?”
“I had sex with him, last night.” No use bothering to make excuses about it. Even with a break-up it looked bad to have sex with someone else so soon afterward. Especially when everyone had been accusing you of having feelings for them all along.
His mouth opened several times, as if to say something and then closed abruptly. But mostly he looked at her like he didn't know her at all. “Well then, let me be perfectly clear. I am breaking up with you, Melanie Williams.” He sounded disgusted as she spat the words at her, rushing out of the room and slamming the door on the way out.
For a long moment, she stared after him, her eyes fixed on the door before she turned to the bathroom. Which was the only logical place that Olivier could be. Only, when she walked inside, it was empty and the window was wide open. She'd been left by both of them.