"There's gotta be another way.." he said softly. "Maybe, but tonight isn't a good night to think about it. My head is still spinning. I love workin' for your mama, angel. Your folks are great...and I like being able to talk to you. But I don't want to drag out school another semester and.." she sighed again. "Then we'll talk about it later, maybe I can help you think of something." he told her. She laid her hand on his cheek and he held his breath. "You can't work fulltime and go to school fulltime, Day, you'll burn out or fail.." Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was shaking. "What am I gonna do angel? I can't handle another roomate like the last couple. But I don't want to quit now..school or workin for your parents.." she sniffed and wiped her eyes. "We'll figure it out Day.." he said, instinctively pulling her into his arms to comfort her. Dayna's body was instantly on fire with the feel of his arms around her, the smell of him surrounding her and the feel of his hands caressing her back. She looked up at him. His eyes had darkened, and he was looking intently at her. He took his pointer finger and twirled the stray curl at her forehead around it. He let it go and watched it spring into place, the stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "Day..." he said her name softly and wiped the last tear away. She closed her eyes and let the feel of him touching her take her away, away from the stress and worry of how she was going to support herself, stay in school. Away from reality. Suddenly his lips were on hers and she found herself returning his kiss, eagerly. His hands cupped her face, pulling her mouth more fully onto his. Her arms slid up around his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair of their own accord. "Oh god...Day.." he breathed and covered her mouth with his again, parting her lips with his tongue, eagerly searching for hers. He moaned softly when their tongues met, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. |
| Taylor felt the electricity course through his body along with the blood that rushed noisily through him, straight to his manhood, making an extremely uncomfortable bulge in his jeans. He pulled her even closer, feeling alive and elated that she was responding to him the way he had hoped. His hand combed through her soft curls as he moaned her name softly. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt and pushed him gently away, "No. No." She shook her head, "We can't...this can't happen.." she whispered. "It's not right angel.." she said softly. "Why Day? Why?" he asked, his voice raspy and thick with desire and pain. "Why? It's all I can think about..you... YOU are all I think about Day. You. I try, because you never let me close enough, and no one comes close...Day.." he whispered. "Oh angel. Baby.." she said, stroking his cheek, "It's not you, angel. It's not. Your parents..they trusted me. Believe me, angel, you are always on my mind. But I WORK for your parents.." she told him. "And I don't think I could handle disappointing them. They trusted me and this is the thanks I give 'em?" she pushed him further away and leaned back on the couch. "They wouldn't care Day. They love you, so do my brothers and sisters..." he tried to get her to look at him. "They'd care, angel. I am the hired help, your mama loves me 'cause I work my ass off..and I don't mind doin' it 'cause I LIKE your mamma and your daddy. But they WOULD care." she said. "Well I don't." he said forcefully. "All I care about is you.." He took her in his arms again and held her tightly. |
| Dayna let her head rest against his chest, breathing in his scent and not wanting this moment to ever end. Her arms snaked around his waist and she closed her eyes as his fingers combed through her long, dark, curls. She sighed heavily and Taylor lifted her chin, to make her look at him. "Why not, Day? Give me a better reason than what my parents would think..because I know them. Day..I'd go crazy if I couldn't see you anymore." he looked intently at her, waiting for her answer. "Angel, if you knew how many times I wanted this to happen..." she said, her voice shaky. "Then why isn't it right? It's the only thing that's felt RIGHT to me in a long time." he said, taking her face in his hands again. "Please Day." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "What about your friends angeface? Huh? What are they gonna say when they find out you got it for the MAID?" The hired help, the housekeeper.." she looked down, unable to go on. "Oh, who gives a shit, Day? The only person I hang out with much anymore is Tony, and he's turning out to be nothing but an arrogant asshole. And I don't care, I don't care..." he forced her to look at him. "Listen to me. I...DON'T...CARE..." he said forcefully. "I don't care what anybody thinks, Day. Not my parents, not my friends, not my PARENT'S friends...I only care what YOU think. You. I just want to be with you.." he told her and kissed her thoroughly to prove his point. It set her head spinning again, but she responded, returning his kiss with equal passion. His hands slipped up her sides, traveling lightly over her breasts, grazing her nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. He pulled her closer to him, and she felt more evidence of his desire pressing against her thigh. She clung to him, reveling in his demanding kisses, letting his touch sweep her away from reality once again. They were lost in each other, the only two people in the world until a loud knock at the door jerked them sharply back. |