Author: Marlene82 PM
As he got out he lit a cigarette and he suddenly heard a sound behind him. He looked towards the house and saw someone climbing down a tree next to the house. He went closer to see better when the person jumped down the last few feet. "Oh, hi!" It was Emma. "Could you, like, not tell anyone?" Completely AU with the characters from MSCL minus Angela but loads of JordanRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 5 - Words: 14,464 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 10-26-12 - Published: 10-16-12 - id: 8615169
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She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she ...
Here I go and I don't know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
'til I lose my sense of gravity...
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
Oh God I fell for you …
Patti Smith – Dancing Barefoot
Emma was in the bathroom, she had actually managed to sleep for six hours. She always slept better when her dad was home. They had spent the evening in the studio and she planned to go back down there as soon as possible. She wanted Ethan with her this time though.
Suddenly the door yanked open.
"Fucking hell, Ethan! I told you to not do that," she screamed while throwing a hair brush as she turned around. It wasn't Ethan. "Jordan, what the fuck!" She screamed again as the brush hit him.
Jordan could hardly breath. Emma in panties and a tank top, then he noticed the brush flying towards him.
"Shit!" It was all he said and pressed his hand to his forehead. His face was not having a good weekend. The next second she was next to him and he could smell her hair. She was still in just her panties and tank top, her hair draped around her. His forehead wasn't hurting anymore and his seventeen year old dick did what it always did when she was around.
"I'm sorry. The lock on this door is shit and..." She went quiet, stared at him and he felt her hand touching his jaw. "Shit! What happened to you?"
"I'm ok. Sorry about the door."
"Did you throw something at him?" He heard Ethan behind him. "Sorry, man. I forgot to mention that the lock isn't really working."
"I'm fine. It was just a brush." She needed to get out of here. Just as he thought things couldn't get worse, Mark came towards them.
"He opened the door and Pixie Bitch threw a brush at him."
"I thought it was you," she said with a frown still looking at him.
"Wow, thanks, that makes me feel so much better," Ethan laughed. Jordan just tried to look at anything but Emma which was hard considering how close she was.
"Get back in there," Mark said to Emma who, thankfully, did as she was told. When she was gone he turned towards Jordan and took a closer look on his forehead. "You'll be fine. Don't think your face could get any worse right now anyway."
"Come on. I'll make you breakfast."
It was a surreal feeling to sit in a kitchen and watch as one of your idols was make you breakfast. The fact that you still had somewhat of a boner after seeing his daughter in underwear didn't make it any better.
"So, your dad's a drunk?" He asked as he put the breakfast on the table.
"Know the feeling, I'm sorry, kid." Jordan just nodded. There wasn't much to say and this guy probably knew it better than most. "I know you probably don't want to do it often but you're welcome to come here and wind down now and then."
"Thanks. Laura said the same thing."
"Just don't pull too hard in the bathroom door." Mark smiled at him.
"I'm really sorry about that."
Mark looked at the boy in front of him. Blushing, probably still with a boner. He could see why Emma liked him, it was a full blown Electra complex. He shook his head. History had a way of repeating itself and karma had a tendency to slap you in the face. He had been in this kids shoes and he ended up falling madly in love with a girl and got her pregnant. It wasn't something he regretted in any way, but he really didn't want that to happen to Emma. Two kids before she even hit twenty wasn't something he would recommend to any woman.
He would prefer her staying a virgin until she was 30 and marry a nice, well adjusted lawyer or something. Maybe not lawyer, but an accountant. Not take on a messed up kid. But it wasn't her style and he knew her well enough to know that it didn't matter what he said. She would do what she pleased anyway.
Ethan had warned him on the phone, said that Emma seemed to like this guy. That he was the kind of guy that slept around, drank and skipped class. Pretty much a guy like him or Ethan. Apparently Ethan had a talk to him so he wasn't going to repeat it. Laura had warned him yesterday as well.
Emma came into the kitchen, thankfully fully dressed now. "I'm heading down to the studio. I've asked Ethan to come with me."
"I'll see you down there" He said and noticed her looking at Jordan. When she was gone he turned to Jordan. "So, Ethan says you play."
It had been one of the best Sundays he could remember since his mom died. They had spent most of the day in the studio, just jamming. He had been jamming with fucking Mark Jones! How awesome was that?
They had practiced the duet Emma was going to do with Ethan and finally had called Shane over so he could learn the drum parts. It was a great song and she knew exactely how she wanted it to sound. Down to the last hand clap.
She was good and he was kind of pleased that this meant he could look at her a lot. She was talking to them, showing them and seemed more comfortable than he had ever seen her. She blew him away and he had at least half a boner the entire day. And then they recorded it, it sounded fucking great.
Emma watched Jordan, he had a black eye and bruised jaw. When Shane came he didn't even comment on it so she assumed that it was something that had happened before. He also had a mark on his forehead from the brush. She felt very embarrassed about that, that he had seen her in just her underwear, it wasn't like she had much to show off but he'd probably noticed that before.
She was pleased about the song though, it turned out great, just as she had imagined it.
In the evening she took a shower and the brought the brush into Ethan's room.
"Watch out, she's armed!" Ethan said as she walked inside.
"I thought it was."
"Shut up and help me instead." Her hair was too long and she needed help to untangle it. That had been Ethan's job since they were kids. She probably could do it by herself by now, but this was one of their moments and she liked it.
Ethan backed up against the wall in his bed and she sat down in front of him. "Did you. Like, rub the shampoo into you hair? It's like a fucking birds nest back here."
"Don't know. I did what I usually do," she said and tried not to look at Jordan. "Thanks for all you help today, both of you. It turned out great. Sure you're not uncomfortable with singing a love song with your sister?"
"Nah, you know what they say. Nothing like a little incest."
"Ewww, Ethan that's just... ewww." She shrugged and Jordan started to laugh.
Jordan looked at her, again, there was just no end to how much he looked at her. Right now, he really envied Ethan, he could smell her hair over to where he was sitting and he would love to brush it. How gay was that?
He heard footsteps in the stairs and the door swung open. It was Rayanne and Ricky.
"Yo! Oh, hey Catalano. What happened to you?"
"Ok. Listen Pixie, I've got the best plans."
"Not sure I want to hear this," Ethan said.
"Sure you do." Rayanne threw herself next to them in the bed and Ricky sat down in an armchair. "It's about her hymen."
Hymen? What the fuck?
"We are not going to talk about that!" Emma screamed and was suddenly scarlet red. Jordan didn't want to hear about that either and Ethan just stared at Rayanne.
"Are you for real?" Ethan finally managed to say. "I don't want to talk about my sisters hymen, or anything in that general area on her!"
"Nice to know you avoid that area on at least one breathing female," Rayanne smirked. "Anyway, this guy I met yesterday outside Lets Bolt asked me about Emma, he seemed really into her."
"I don't want to know!" Emma literally cover her ears. Jordan wanted to know who the guy was and just... punch him!
"Me neither!" Ethan said but just kept brushing her hair.
"Are you brushing her hair?" Rayanne suddenly noticed. "Awww, that's so sweat. He was kind of cute, Emma. I think you'd like him. Why is there a mattress on the floor?"
"Jordan is staying here for the night," Emma answered.
"Some quality time for the cute couple, finally out of the closet?"
"There wouldn't be a mattress there if we were, would it?" Jordan laughed at Ethan's quick come back.
"I'm not interested," Emma said.
"Of what?" Rayanne asked.
"He was really cute," Ricky joined the conversation. "I saw him too. And he did ask a lot about you."
Jordan felt like he was about to burst. Who was the fucker? "Anyone we know?" He asked.
"Haven't seen him before." Rayanne shook her head. "Tall, blonde, german jawline."
"German jawline?" Ethan looked confused.
"You know, wide, manly jaw." Rayanne said while extending her jaw.
Ethan stared at her. "All I'm seeing in my head is a blond gorilla."
Emma couldn't believe they were having this discussion. About her 'hymen'.
"Still not interested, like, at all!"
"Really cute, Pixie." Rayanne said and moved very close to her. "Told him you usually hang at Moon Mouth, so you might meet him there."
"Rayanne! You didn't!"
"She did," Ricky nodded. "He was very much your type."
"You don't even know my type!" She was about do die of embarrassment right now. This was not happening. Rayanne did not just tell her that she had told some guy about Moon Mouth, it was her place during night!
"Done!" Ethan said and gave her the brush.
"Why aren't you protesting? I'm your sister."
"It might keep you away from Moon Mouth during night."
"Really! That's all you're going to say?"
"Anyway, that was all I wanted to say. Gotta blaze." Rayanne said and got up, gave her a kiss and then she got one from Ricky as well.
"Bye." When they were gone the turned and looked at Ethan. "You fucking suck as a big brother, you know that?"
"It was already too late, what did you want me to do?"
"You could have scolded her!" She said and started to walk out of the room. "This sucks!"
She couldn't believe Rayanne, giving away her place to some guy. And talking about her hymen, in front of Jordan! It's not like she was the only fifteen year old who was a virgin.
Jordan shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. That some other guy could touch her, even some other guy thinking about her.
He woke up in the middle of the night, his mind immediately went to whoever that fucking guy was. Probably sitting at Moon Mouth, waiting for her. Since he was in need of the toilet he got up, put on the jeans and a t-shirt and walked out to the bathroom.
The light was on downstairs so he went down to the kitchen to get some water. He heard music from a room and opened the door. It was Emma, listening to Iggy Pop, humming along to 'The Passenger'. It looked like a library and she was sitting curled up in a huge armchair.
He took a few seconds to decide and then he went inside. "Hey."
When she turned around she looked stunned and then that amazing fucking smile spread in her face. "Hey. Couldn't sleep?"
"No, I could ask you but I know you hardly ever can." He sat down in the armchair standing next to hers.
"Actually, I sleep better when dad's home. I think I'm mostly upset about..." She blushed. And she had her hair loose. The combination was It fucking killing him!
Emma looked down at the floor and when the song and the stereo started to rasp to indicate the were at the end of the album, she got up to turn the stereo off. Then she got back to the armchair.
"I should probably go back to bed, before Laura or you dad finds us here." She assumed that her dad was slightly nervous about Jordan. She doubted there was any need for it but she could see why he would be. He had fucked up pretty royally in the same situation. Literally.
"Yeah, I need to get to bed as well." As she stood up she realized that Jordan was right in front of her.
Jordan cursed violently inside his head. That fucking hair, and the smell from it. That's what he blamed later on along with those eyes that he in that moment realized wasn't blue. They were gray and they moved his chest and then stared straight into his eyes. Not even mentioning those fucking pouty lips. He was a seventeen year old guy for fucks sake, he'd had a hard-on because of her most of he day and this was just too much!
Emma couldn't take her eyes from him and when he put his hand on her cheek she couldn't breath. As he moved closer she was damn sure her heart would either burst or just stop beating all together. And then his lips was on hers.
Jordan tried to take it calm to not startle her. So he carefully tasted her lower lip and the slight moan that escaped from her encourage him to put his other arm around her waist and pull her closer. At this moment he didn't give a fuck that her dad could step in at any second.
Emma was almost afraid to move in case it would break the spell and that he would stop kissing her. When she felt his tongue against her lips she opened her mouth to let it inside. The sigh from him calmed her down and she put her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Was this really happening? Was she making out with Jordan in her library? Did he have his arm around her waist and a hand behind her neck?
She tasted fucking amazing, like oranges and coffee. The tongue that came probing into his mouth almost made him come in his pants. He was fucking kissing Emma! She had her arms around his neck and her tongue in his mouth! This was better than any fuck he had ever had. The stomach against his dick felt better than any pussy it had been in. It was fucking ridiculous how turned on she got him.
Emma felt him against her stomach, she would have thought that it would scare her but it didn't, she even pressed herself against him to feel it better. When he moved his hand down to grab her ass she thought she would faint. That's how good it felt.
Jordan couldn't believe it. He had his hand on that amazing fucking ass. He repeated it to himself. He had his hand on that amazing fucking ass.
Then it stopped. A sound from the upper floor made them practically fly apart. Jordan watched her touch her lips and then smile at him. He was panting as hard as she was, if anyone came in there would be no questioning what they had just done.
"I'm sorry," he finally said. But he wasn't.
"Don't be," she smiled. "We should..." She pointed towards the door.
"Yeah." He couldn't even remember the last time he was this rock fucking hard. "Listen..."
She interrupted him. "Don't, please, don't... ruin this for me," she said and he had to repeat it to himself a couple of times until he realized what that meant. She had liked it and didn't want to ruin it by talking. He could live with that. He even preferred that.
He looked at her again and then went up to her, leaned over and gave her a careful kiss again, just a peck this time. "Ok."
When Jordan had left the room she sat down again. Did that just happened? If her lips hadn't been felt swollen and sore she would have swore that she just had imagined the entire thing. She didn't want to hear his excuses to why it happened. She wanted to pretend for at least some time that it had been more than just a heat of the moment kiss with his buddies little sister. And was she supposed to be able to sleep now?