7 comments/ 26599 views/ 19 favorites A Sinner's Love By: SusukiRedd99 Chapter One December I'm cute. Everyone calls me cute or adorable. With my wide and innocent looking eyes, my height at 5'3(though I'm twenty one), my almost white blonde, shoulder length hair, my creamy and slightly pale skin tone, the fact that I look so small and delicate (fuck, even my features were delicate. In our times I was, in basics, considered a twink), and that I'm overly shy, I guess I am cute. Hell if ya put a dress on me, I could be a girl. The only things that really make me exotic are my eyes and lips. My left eye is chocolate brown and the other is sea foam green and my lips are ruby in color, plump, full, and soft (so ya get the gist). Hell, even the fact of me being retro Goth didn't make me more than cute. Just once I just wanted to be sensual or hot. Even my best friend, Camille said I was cute and she was with me since birth. "December! December!" It was Camille. How the hell did she run so fast in those heels? Camille in one word was effervescent. Her hair was a fiery crimson and her eyes were a striking hue of violet; her body was crazily voluptuous though she was kind of elfin. Camille was a model, well not a real one. She was part of the schools modeling extracurricular and was the damn best one at that. Even at her height of 5'5 she carried herself like she was ten feet tall. Today she was wearing a black tee shirt that said "I don't have an anger management problem, you just have to stop pissin' me off," a pair of blood red skinny jeans, and a pair black spiked stilettos. Really how the hell did she walk in those? "December, damnit, wakeup!" Camille said as she snapped her black French manicured fingers in front of my face. "Huh? What? Oh sorry." I said with a slight blush. Son of a bitch! Why was I always blushing and for the smallest things to! "Anyways... so... We still on for the club?" "As always dar-" my speech was cut short when he came. HE was Jarred Alvarez. The boy, no man, was the definition of sexy. He was the exact opposite of me. I was short, pale, and fragile; Jarred was tall, coffee –when – you – put – in – a – hell – of – a – lot – of – milk – in – it colored, and muscular but not in a crazy meat-cake muscular way. His midnight black hair that was so dark that it had streaks of blue in it brushed tantalizingly against his almost edible butt. Oh god, his lips (I'm a person who's major turn on is lips) were just enticing. They looked so lush and full with a slight color of red in them. The things I could do with those...the things they could do to me. Jared was in dance so he usually walked around with a book bag and some sweats with a tank top on and his hair up in a ponytail. What would he look like under all that? I looked at him with lust and want in my eyes. Did he even like guys though? Was he gay? Did he like twinks like me? All these questions cluttered my brain. "December...." Camille said warningly. I could always tell when she was about to smack the mess out of me; her left eyebrow always arched up, she would tap her right toe, and her tongue would be scraped against her top left incisor. "Oh yeah, we're still on for the club." I said as my face reddened. "I know, he's a fine specimen." Camille said with a knowing smirk. Camille and my two sisters, Jade and Adrian were the first I told I was gay. "m'kay, see ya later. I gotta get to modeling before Ms. Lornez shanks me." Camille waved as she sprinted off. I walked off to my favorite place in the college, other than the art room that is, the mammoth library. I loved that place. It was gothic and had almost every book. I went to the back of the library where my secret spot was at. It was a corner that no one knew was there and had a small loveseat in it. I went and got my favorite book, "The Tell-Tale Heart," and curled up into the seat. I had read "The Tell-Tale Heart" almost a thousand times now and I still loved it. It never got boring, but I guess Edgar Allen Poe was that awesome. Just as I got into the book, I felt someone come up next to me. When I looked up it was none other than Jarred Alvarez. Holy crap. A Sinner's Love Ch. 02 Chapter Two December Damn, that man was sexy! My cheeks flushed as I looked up at him. "Hey," Jarred said in that sensual voice. Through his sexiness I noticed something; this bastard is in my secret spot. How the hell did he find this spot? "Hi..." I said incredulously. "Um...mind if I sit?" "Nope," I curled up into a smaller ball and continued enjoying my book. He sat close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off him. "So what are you still doing here?" Jarred asked "What do you mean?" I said in a slightly offended tone and with my eyebrow arched. Did this sexy man think that just because I'm small, I don't know how to get around? Oh fuck no! "What I mean is that don't you have to go clubbing with that Camille girl? And it's pretty late now." Jarred said, seeming to catch on to my pissed - off ness. I looked outside and checked my phone -- it was, indeed, late. "Oh well I better get going," I said, flashing my least cute smile and my most sexy one. Now he was the one flushing. I strutted off, then turned and asked, "Hey you wanna come with us?" Jarred looked kind of flabbergasted. "U...um...s...sure!" he stuttered. "So what's your address?" I asked with a pout. Playing with him was fun. It felt good not to be the one blushing all the time. He took out a piece of paper and scribbled some instructions down. "Hey what's your name?" Jarred asked, obviously ashamed of the fact that he didn't know. I took out a marker and wrote December on his arm in playful script. "Don't worry sweetie, I know your name's Jarred," I whispered into his ear. I reveled in the delicious shiver that traveled through him. Though Jarred was about a foot taller than me, I felt superior. I kissed his cheek then sashayed off, leaving him shocked and disheveled. That was fuckin amusing! I looked hot. I had on my favorite leather pants that hung treacherously low on my waist, my favorite shirt that was black and red striped and hung off my shoulder; and I had on my favorite black and slightly beat up doc martens with a pair of fingerless driving gloves. Did I say I looked hot, though most would say I'm cute? There was a knock on my door. "It's open!" I yelled. Camille came swaggering in with a black denim romper. A romper wouldn't seem racy, but you didn't see Camille's. The shorts part was short enough to show the ends of her butt cheeks. The top part was duel buttoned and she had enough of them unbuttoned to show off her fire truck red, lacy bra. With this she had on a pair of knee high heeled boots (again with the insanely high heels?) and fingerless driving gloves. Her hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail. Can't lie that she looked sexy. "So ready for your makeup?" Camille asked. "Cami, darling, what makeup?" I said. "Derf, the eyeliner!" "That's not considered makeup, more like an accentuator, ri ri." "Oh whatever!" "I win, you lose." "Okay, sit your ass down before I dropkick you." "Vicious much?" Camille narrowed her eyes. I sat down and let her apply the makeup (I mean accentuator) onto my eyes. Did I mention how hot we looked? "One thing...." Camille said "What?" I said, confused "'The hell is that?" she said pointing to the bike chain around my waist that had a huge padlock on it. It was tight enough to hang slanted on my waist. "December, honey, how the hell are you supposed to hook up with that on you?" "It's fake," I said. I pressed the lock and it opened. Then I clasped it back together. "SoyoureadytogoandJarrediscomingtoo!" I said unintelligibly. "Que?" Camille said. "Speak our language darlin'" "Okay... Jarred is coming," "YES!!!!!! You got him my little flirt! You are sooo gonna hook up!" I flushed. "Okay let's hop on our motorcycles and go," Jarred opened his door to me and Camille. What I saw, words couldn't comprehend. Jarred was soaking wet with only a towel on that hung low on his waist; his hair (that was wet and wavy at the moment) and body smelled of peaches and strawberries. Oh god, I could have died and gone to heaven right then and there. A Sinner's Love Ch. 03 Chapter Three December Holy Shit!!!!! ** Jarred Holy Shit!!!!! The sexy, cute, artist, twink thing was in front of my door.............. And I'm in a towel.....oh shit! December, the infamously called cute December, was blushing copiously. I wonder if he got light headed with all of that blood going into his cheeks. A look, which could only be described as lust, flashed in his eyes. His eyes looked animalistic as he carnally gnawed on his bottom lip. He looked purely fuckable.....YUM!!!! "Um...so....yea, lemme put on some clothes and we'll go," I said with a nervous chuckle. I ran off before my arousal was noticed. Could lips really be that hot? No, only December's lips. I was head over heels in love with him. I had a crush on December since I first saw him in freshman year in college, two years ago. He was a mixture of cute and sexy. With the obvious parts of him being cute and his outfit, that is. On that day he had on pitch black skinny jeans, a snowy white (which look really good against his creamy skin complexion) off the shoulder sweater that reached to his mid thighs and a pair of motorcycle boots with spikes, chains and studs on them. He looked hot. Then I found out how awesome of an artist he was and how pure he was. If December could be a color, he would be off white; though I didn't know him, I knew there was something that took away from his pureness. Something unfathomable, morbid and secret. Something sinful and deadly. But, even so, December had a lot of love; he was a sinful lover and I wanted that sinner's love. Leisurely, without me knowing I fell in love with a boy whose name I didn't even know. But, anyways I had to look perfect tonight. That look December gave me was only a taste; I wanna know what other looks (and sounds) I could evoke December to make. My sexy and cute little pixie......... I eventually decided on some skinny jeans, a white graphic shirt, and some beat up timberlands. When I got out, December and Camille was waiting while leaning against the wall. December was puffing on a cigarette. God, that was hot! Could I even survive the ride (no pun intended) to the club? Plus we were gonna be on motorcycles...Holy Fuck! ** December Yea I was smoking, but Jarred just had that insane effect on me. I only smoke when I get really stressed or seriously needed to calm down, like now. We got into the elevator and Cami, being a matchmaking bitch, made me be in the middle of the slightly cramped elevator. She even decided to take it up a notch... "Hey, Jarred, you wanna ride on Deci's bike?" She said with a satanic glint in her eyes. "Umm....sure!" He said, unaware of the tension between the three of us. I mouthed 'you bitch' to Camille and she mouthed 'I know, love' back with a demented, yet wickedly sweet smile. I couldn't decide if I loved or hated her for causing a warm Jarred to be able to lean against my back. Having Jarred lean against me made me feel cozy; it felt right in a way; like I belonged there. Oh god, I'm falling in love. See I was Jarred's secret stalker for some time now. I really adored him, but because of my shyness and stupidity and doubtfulness, I never asked him out. Where all that confidence came from today, I don't have the slightest idea. We were finally at the club. The bouncer was a family friend, so we got in without charge or having to wait in line. We walked up to the bar and ordered a dirty martini for me, an Albany Shirley temple for Camille, and vodka shot for Jarred. Just when I was finishing my martini, my favorite song, a club mix of somebody to love by Benny Benassi, came on. Like I was in a trance, I stepped onto the dance floor. ** Jarred Oh sweet, merciful Jesus! December dancing was like sex in human form. The way his hips swerved, the sexual way his hands moved over his body, and that face of his was just enticing. His expression was that of ecstasy and pure sex. Eyes of both men and women were attached to him. His dancing made mine seem mediocre and amateur. Was it too hot in here? I think it is. Suddenly jealousy and rage came over me, when some ass munch wanted to dance with MY December, but he simply and gracefully spun away. For about two songs I sat there with a raging hard on and watching this....this sex angel dance. "Damnit, dumbass!!! Dance with the boy!" Camille said with her eyebrow arched. "Huh, wha-" Camille cut me off "Don't even try it honey. I've been watching you suffer through that hard on for a while now. Dance with him and hook up and maybe more after. Now go doll!" With surprising strength for a girl at her size, Camille pushed me up and off the bar stool. I strolled over to where December was dancing and slid my hands around his waist. We started a smooth rhythm. He turned in my grasp and looked at me shocked and blushing quite a lot. ** December Holy shit! Jarred was grinding into me. It was too sexy. I came to my senses and turned around as we continued grinding and swerving. Before I noticed, Jarred leaned down and bit my sweet spot, the tip of my ear. I shivered and moaned slightly. His hands were driving me crazy as he stroked my hips and waist. See, I'm VERY sensitive in my waist and hip areas, neck, ears, nipples, and my abs and lower back. Jarred was already tending to two of my sweet spots. I was a mewling and shivering mass of nothingness. I turned around in his grip and leaned up to kiss him. His lips were fucking pillows of clouds and his tongue was this sinful object sent to attack mine and assert dominance over my mouth. I let out a muffled moan. I was really hard, rocks would be jealous. And I could tell Jarred was the same. ** Jarred So soft, so tantalizing; the words couldn't even describe December's lips and tongue. It was really hot how he was grinding his hips into me wantonly. He pulled back and opened his hooded eyes. December's sea foam green and chocolate brown eyes were animalistic and clouded with lust and an erotic haze. His lips were bruised, redder and slightly swollen. He was just ......day – am! "How about we go to my apartment," December said as he gave me a lingering kiss. All I could do was nod eagerly. ** December Jarred and I bustled into my apartment as a mess of moans, nips, kisses, and searing touches. I pulled away and bit Jarred's bottom lip. As a response, he lifted me up and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. "Bedroom," Jarred said, frantically yanking my shirt up and off. I pointed to the last door down the corridor. I pulled his head down to my neck and he bit down hard enough to leave a reddish love bite. I moaned loudly. Jarred dismantled my legs from his waist and let me fall down onto the black silk and lace sheet on my king sized bed. He tried to hover over me, but I pushed him over so that I was on top. I love bottoming, but I prefer to do the riding. Clothing was quickly discarded. As I crept down Jarred's body, leaving scalding nips and kisses on my way, to my glorious prize. ** Jarred How skilled could a person be? December's tongue and mouth were things not to be damned. Long, leisurely, tantalizing licks up and down my rod had me panting and squirming in seconds. Then he took the head into his mouth and began flicking his tongue over the slit. Oh my damn, this boy was so evil. He finally pulled off and began blowing on my overly sensitive tip as a delicious shiver ran down my back. "Please.....just suck me...," I said pitifully "Beg," the little demon said wickedly "Please...." His eyes just narrowed and he sighed like he was exasperated. He deep throated me in a second. The little devil even began humming to make matters worse. His tongue flicked around tentatively. December looked up at me; his eyes look demonically cute and sexy; this boy was a demonic angel. Before I knew it, December's sucking went into hyper drive. It was really hot how his head bobbed up and down for some reason. "Deci I'm cu-" I was cut off by the world's best orgasm ever. ** December Sensory overload. Now Jarred's dick would put porn stars to shame. I was really trying to last, but no matter how I angled myself, Jarred's cock would hit my prostate. So I just enjoyed the ride. Pun intended. I was grinding on him like an exotic dancer. I guess those classes me and Cami took paid....oh god. Jarred hit the spot again and hard. Before I knew it our climax came. Jarred looked up at me with nothing but...is that love in his eyes? I blacked out with Jarred. Don't you just love the morning after? I woke up feeling warm, cozy, and for once since Jett left, not forlorn. Oh and who was curled up next to me with his arm over my waist? Ya guessed it – Jarred. Oh fuck me! A Sinner's Love Ch. 04 omfg!!! i finally finished this! um the nxt chapter may take a lil longer to post considering the fact that i haven't even started it...orz. anyways enjoy lovelies! ~ ** Chapter Four December I really feel warm and comfy. I poked Jarred in the forehead and the giant didn't wake. He still hadn't woken up when I slipped from his vice like clutch. God, I don't think that an atomic bomb explosion would wake up the fuckin loaf. Although, he looked really cute with his full lips slightly parted and his airy, almost silent, snore. I smiled softly to myself. I grabbed up an oversized button up from my closet and walked to my bathroom while buttoning it up. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and looked in the mirror. I looked like usual; bright eyed and tousled hair, silver snake bites glittering on my lips, same skull piercing on my tongue, same black and red nautical star on my neck, same black painted nails, and same minuscule skull and rose tattoo on my waist. One thing was different though, I was friggin glowing. I bit my lip and went back to my bedroom, where a sleeping Jarred was up and stretching like a sex kitten. His muscles looked pure yum as they moved. "Morn, sleepy cakes!" I said jauntily "G'morn...in...," Jarred slurred in a sexily raspy I-just-woke-up-from-a-sex-induced-slumber voice. "So, I'm gonna be frank here and cut to the chase; are we....something? If not, you gotta get the hell up outta here," "Umm....I wanna be an item. And since when did you get all ghetto fab on me, elf?" I clambered on my bed and crawled onto Jarred. "Shut up," I said sultrily. I kissed him softly. His tongue slowly probed into and around my mouth. Jarred pulled me down and began to suck on a seriously sensitive part on my neck that was just above my tattoo, eliciting guttural moans from me in the process. I had a feeling a hickey was there. He nipped my lip and licked one of my snakebites as he began unbuttoning my shirt. The moment was sexily love filled....until Camille came in. "Hi doll....," she said. Camille took in the scene; Jarred with nothing on but boxers, my skin flushed in a cream with strawberries way and my shirt half way open with a hickey on my neck. Yea, this scene wasn't awkward at all. Oh fuck me! "Did, I intrude on something?" Camille said innocently and naively, with a pout. "No, shit!" I grumbled. Jarred nudged me in my waist "What?" "Um...this is entirely compromising and I don't think I can function right with you sitting on me like this." I was straddling Jarred and if I had moved a little bit, I and he might as well have been having sex. Don't even get me started on the fact that we were both practically nude. "Woops!" I blushed, slightly embarrassed. I bent down and pecked Jarred, then buttoned up my shirt. Camille was staring at us with her eyebrow arched. This morning she had on her usual Saturday morning attire -- a black and red hoodie with black sweats that said 'lovely' on the back in red script, her hair was out and in its naturally wavy state, but was slightly hidden by her hood and she had on some Gucci sunglasses. I hopped out of bed with some newly found briefs on under my shirt, even though the thing fitted me like a dress. I smelled food. Cami always brought breakfast on the Saturdays after clubbing. Jarred got out of bed looking so hot, with his hair fluttering around him and in almost nothing. Camille cat-walked to the kitchen and Jarred yanked me up. I was really far from the ground, Jarred is tall as fuck! He imprinted a hard kiss onto me. It was passionate enough to make even the dirtiest of people blush. He pulled away with a foolish smile. "Woah," I beamed. "I never got to say good morning properly, boyfriend -- o -- mine," Jarred said breathlessly. I flushed and smiled bashfully. The moment was sweet....until Camille cat -- called at us. "If y'all don't hurry up, I'm gonna eat alla this. And if y'all gonna have sex in the living room, can it be and orgy. I want a piece of both of your asses," Camille stated rather matter -- of -- fact mannerism. Jarred cracked up laughing and I practically turned into a red marker. Jarred set me down and held my hand as we walked to the kitchen. I was falling hard. Camille was enjoying herself some bacon while me and Jarred were eating the fruits and pancakes. "Say 'aaaah,'" Jarred said adorably. I opened my mouth waiting for him to feed me my strawberry. Instead he took off the leaves then stuck one half in his mouth and kissed me. The strawberry's juice slowly drooled down my chin as it bounced between our sparring tongues and mouths. Jarred pulled away, while I chewed on the strawberry. I think it just became my favorite fruit. Before I could wipe the juice from my lips and chin, Jarred licked it off, and then he pulled me into his lap with a euphoric smile on his face. Camille, for once, was speechless. "Damn, well I see you guys hit off last night," she said with her eyebrows raised. "Speaking of hitting it off...did you hookup last night?" I asked Camille let out a sardonic laugh, "I 'hooked up' alright. The damn boy was eighteen and I was the little fucker's first 'real live' naked woman. He looked about 23 because of his height. Then again everyone looks tall to lil' ol' me. I was trying to figure out why the ass cake was so infatuated with my damn boobs and why he was a so-so fuck and why he got off so easily. Turns out in the morning, he's on the phone with his friend sayin 'I like so scored last night' and shit like 'she was the best first fuck ever!' Then his mother called and he says 'sorry toots, I gotta go before my mom kills me for being late to cram school. Oh and I'm eighteen btw,' and I'm just like get the fuck outta here! So, yea I 'hooked up' perfectly," Jarred and I were in hysterics by time the story was done. Camille's attitude and mouth was as fiery as her hair and her violet eyes were ablaze. At least the 'little fucker' got a good screw. "Poor thing," I said between giggles. "Whatever," Camille giggled, obviously trying not to laugh. Then she went into fits of laughter, but then stopped abruptly. "Wait a min; aren't we supposed to be talkin' about Deci's night?" Camille inquired with a sly smirk. "N...no we aren't!" I said blushing profusely. "Who the hell asked you?! I was talking to tall, Spanish eyed, sexy that you're sittin' on, dolly," I looked at Jared and saw his conniving grin as he answered, "Deci here is the definition of the phrase 'a lady in the street and a freak in the bed'," "Oh shit," Camille said, happily relishing in my indignity. "Yea...last night was fun, honey," Jared sultrily mumbled in my ear, sending delightful shivers down my spine. His almost black, almond shaped eyes became darker -- if that was humanly possible -- with lust and mischief. "This morning would have been fun to...if it wasn't for a certain pixie barging in," Jared said with his eyebrow raised and playfully glaring at Camille. "Oh yea, blame it on the shorty. Y'all could have continued and I wouldn't have minded. Hell, breakfast and a show is a good deal, damnit," Camille said defensively before dodging the apple I threw at her. She always had excellent reflexes and she was always agile. Sometimes she moved so fast that she was practically a blur. "'Kay sweetie, I'll see you later and don't be late because of 'certain reasons'!" Camille laughed as she put air quotes around certain reasons. I locked her out, though she could have done that herself since, for some anomalous reason, she had a key. The minute I turned around Jared pinned me to the wall and his tongue was down my throat. I moaned when he pulled away to catch his breathe. "The shower or bedroom? Either way, I could care less," Jarred said breathlessly "Neither," I said to my little person down there's censure. "Why?" Jared whined. "Because I have to get ready to see my mother and she'll shank me if I don't go without calling her," I said breathlessly as Jared bit down hard on my shoulder. He lifted me up, "Shower it is then," ** One insanely wonderful session later, Jared and I smelled like Belgium waffles. "God, you're like a rabbit!" I said when I got to my room. "Well, it's not my fault when my boyfriend's so mouthwatering and enthralling," Jared mumbled against my head. "Come on I gotta get dressed so I can drop you off at your house to get dressed so we can get to Park Slope," "Such a naggy little sprite," Jared said as he kissed my cheek I had on a pair of gray low on the hips distressed skinnies with my same pad lock belt, my favorite black and red striped panda eared hoodie with my ETF tee shirt under it, and my favorite motorcycle boots. Finally Jared walked out of his apartment with a black hoodie with a bleeding heart on the back on and a pair of black jeans with converses. His blue black tendrils were out and in their naturally wavy state. He looked so sexy and he belonged to no one but me. Life is good. ** "Okay, so sweetie, lemme warn you, my family is basically Camille times three," I warned before unlocking the door to my family's brownstone. Jarred raised his eyebrows and just pinched my butt. I blushed as usual. Inside the house my mother was on the couch looking pretty and slightly willowy as always. I got most of my looks from my mom. Charlotte or mommy as her children and Camille call her, had waist length, wavy white blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, the same red cupid's bow lips with a slight pout as me - though her's would put Angelina Jolie to shame - and a body that the Victoria's Secret models would envy. Today she was wearing a black and white striped mini sweater dress with pink sheer thigh high stockings. As usual she was sitting on the couch reading and my father, Damien's, head was on her lap. Dad looked like my other half; i got my straight hair from him, though mine wasn't jet black. He had sea foam green eyes and was tall and lithe. Today's apparel was a black turtle neck with matching jeans and scuffed timberlands. "Hi sweetie!" my mother said happily. "Hey mo-" my mother stopped me in mid-sentence and noticed the hickey on my neck. With a raised eyebrow and a demonic smile, she began stalking around me and Jarred like we were her prey. In this situation, we kinda were. "Hehe, I see someone hooked up," mom said with an evil gleam in her eye. "Uh...yea mommy this is Jarred," I said nervously. After the incident with Jett my mother would go ape shit when it came to persecuting my new suitors. "So you're the one who gave my sweet lovely baby alla those hickies," it was beyond me on how she knew I had numerous love bites around my body. Before I knew it, mom's fist was in the wall next to Jarred as she said, "If you hurt my baby like that nauseating piece of smut, Jett, did," She paused and gave a smile that kind of made me think of one of those American Girl dolls biting the head off a King Cobra. She continued, "I will not hesitate to castrate you then feed you your own dick as I give you an agonizingly slow death. Am. I. Clear?" Jared nodded, knowing my mother wasn't playing some type of sick game. Then she straightened up and was her normal self. I slunk over to Jared and held his hand. I got up to my tippy toes to kiss his chin. Then Jade came prancing down the stairs holding her newest girlfriend, Andi's, hand. Jade was wearing another one of her insane assembles; a black leather mini, black jimmy louboutin stilettos, black and red striped thigh highs, and an off white turtle neck. Jade looked more like my father. She had jet black hair, a lithe frame, and the same sea foam green eyes. Andi looked so flustered and Jade had a Cheshire cat grin. They just finished doing something dirty and something I didn't want to know about unless I wanted to get sick. Andi was a cutie pie that was slowly being corrupted by Jade. Andi had honey blonde shoulder length hair, those adorably pouty lips, Asian doe eyes (you know the ones that are slightly slanted) that were light blue and had a band of hazel around the iris, and she had a curvy, petite body with this pretty dot tattoo. It had four dots with swirls around it; they kind of looked like bite marks. Today she had on a black turtle neck with neon red skinnies and skull converses. Andi was a shy sweet heart and she always had a crush on Jade. Jade had decided to date her, but only as a fling. However, she began to have feelings for the little. Jade hopes and thinks that she is the one -- her it. See, Jade always was looking for her soul mate, whether they were black, white, yellow, purple, and girl, guy, both, whatever. I had a feeling Andi was Jade's it. "Hey big bro!" Jade said, dragging Andi to the couch and plopping her on her lap. "Hi," Andi said in her slightly soprano voice. I waved at both of them. Jade began to whisper something in Andi's ear that made her giggle and blush as she snuggled more into Jade's body...well as much as a 4'9 girl could into a 5'4 girl. Jared and I sat on the floor. I was on his lap while he lovingly petted my head. Then Jade finally had an epiphany, "Holy shit! Deci has a new boo?!" Andi, Jared, my mother, father, and I stared at her like the dumbest dumbass of them all. "You just now noticed the piece of smex I am sitting on. God, Jade. I knew you were slow, but damn there is a limit," I said, only slightly playfully. "Well, with Andi love here I don't pay attention to much but her. You should know that big bro," "Even so common sense would tell you I have a new bf," "Wevers. Hey, mommy, did you initiate him?" Mom nodded. "Damn it! See Andi's sexiness does things to me and I didn't hear the commotion. Oh well, I'm not complaining," My sister was more of a horn dog than Jared. Andi blushed more than I did in that moment than I have my whole lifetime. Everything was happy and so fluffy...until Jayson came down. Let's just say that Jayson was something that the devil would regret making and the bane of my existence. He hated my sisters, Camille, the family, and I. He flat out hated any type of same sex coupling and he always detested me malevolently since we were kids. He almost killed me. He hated Jade because she liked me and she was bi. He hated my parents and Camille for association and some other reason. He really only remotely liked Adrian because she was straight and, well, my brother is a plain psychopath and that's just putting it nicely. So let's just say that when Jayson came in the room things were tense. He looked at Jade and Andi with disgust in his eyes. Jade was ready to pounce and go in for the kill at any moment. For her size Jade could do some damage to a guy. One time Jayson said something really messed up to Andi and long story short Dad had to literally hold Jade down so she wouldn't kill Jayson. So it was a mutual hatred between the family and Jayson. The sad part is that Jared was a devil in an angelic wrapping. He had our mother's eyes and our father's hair, though it would be wavy if he grew it out. Jayson was a lean star football player who would be described as ruggedly sexy like Hugh Jackman, you know the X-men dude. "I see the cock sucking faggot brought in a new butt fucker," Jayson said with a sickened sneer. "Now hold the fuck up, bastard. I don't know where the fuck you get off talking to me or December that way, but you best be steppin' down before I show you how skilled I am in the art of 'I will beat you till you die'," Jared hissed menacingly. His stare could freeze hell over. My mother, Jade and Dad gave him a brief approving nod. Jayson laughed in a wickedly vindictive way that scared the fuck outta me as it echoed through my eardrums and swirled around my head. Then his face straightened as he said calmly, "Mother why do you insist on letting grime like this in our home?" His words were spiked with hatred. I lost it then -- all of the memories I tried to suppress came flooding back. I began crying like I never did before. Flashback after flashback came and went. Jade gently moved Andi off her and had her hands around Jayson's neck in seconds. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ISSUE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!"She yelled viciously. "THIS...HA...SS...N...THING...DO .... WI...OO...LITTLE PUSSY LOVING WHORE!!!!!" Jayson yelled back with just as much venom. Jade was going to choke him out, I could tell from the look in her eyes. Anyone who made me cry would have to deal with basically my whole family. Andi had only seen this lethal, cold blooded killer version of Jade once or twice before. Charlotte went over to Jade and yanked her off. Jade had this vague, empty look on her face; almost like she was coming out of a trance. Then she began clutching her head like as if she had a headache and began to moan and shake on the floor. Andi immediately knew what to do and began holding Jade and whispering something to her. Jade began to calm down. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House" My mother said through clenched teeth. "Excuse me. You don-" Jayson was cut off. "OUT!" Mom said with murder in her eyes. Our mom had slightly sociopathic and homicidal tendencies. She would and could kill her own kin cold bloodedly, ruthlessly. Jayson gave her a baneful look and smirk as he left. I passed out. ** Jared What the hell just happened?! I can see that December has family issues and secrets, but they were that bad? But, I'll deal with that later. At the moment December was knocked out and tear streaked. "Jared, take December into his room, okay? It's the third one on the left. It has a gothic script 'D,'" December's mother said. I nodded and gently picked Deci up. The door to December's room was ebony colored with a red gothic calligraphy "D" on it. Inside, the room looked like a place December would stay at. The walls were a Smokey colored black, the ceiling had "December" in gothic font, and there was a gray stuffed rabbit with patch work on it on his bed. It looked horrifically cute. The thing had stitches all over it with little pins sticking out in certain places; it had a fake blood stained eye patch, and crimson eyes. There were drawings, some finished and some undone, strewn along the walls and floors along with art supplies. The bed was queen sized with black and red 'silk n' lace' sheets and comforters. The was also a walk in closet and a perfect stereo with an IPod dock and random CDs all over the place. The room practically screamed December, especially with the small collection of disturbing, but cute, stuffed animals. I set December down on his bed. He looked like a gothic sleeping beauty. His full red lips were slightly ajar. I couldn't help myself, I gently kissed him. I got no response from him, so I kissed him again and gently slipped my tongue into his mouth. December let out a moan as his eyes popped open. He noticed it was me kissing him and quickly got into the kiss. Our kisses weren't as heated as before; they were twice as passionate, but very gentle. We would take it slow this time. I slowly began to trail my tongue down December's throat. He let out a loud moan when I bit down hard on his pulse point. ** December Jared was doing things to me. Our clothes had been discarded at some point and I was lying on my stomach as Jared trailed his tongue down my spine, making me groan and arch my back. Jared sucked hard on the little curve that signaled the start of my butt and left a hickey. He flipped me over and began torturing my nipples. He bit and sucked at them until they were over sensitized and red. "Jared...please," I hissed as Jared bit down hard on my hip. I needed him to fuck me. If he didn't I would spontaneously combust. Jared just ignored me as he slowly tortured each of my sensitive parts. The room was filled with my screams and guttural moans of pleasure. Over and over again, I pleaded Jared's name. He began fingering my hole, my prostate and every time my climax came close, Jared would stop and kiss me until my lips were raw and bruised. Finally, he lubed himself up and sunk into me up 'til the hilt. A Sinner's Love Ch. 04 "Oh god, YES Jared!" I screamed as he began to slowly pull out of me and sink back into me. I dug my black nails into his back, there would be marks left later. I moaned and screamed. "FUCK ME HARDER JARED!!" I commanded. He was so mean. Jared just kept this slow steady pace that kept stimulating my prostate and it was killing me. I needed it hard and fast. I wanted him to fuck me until I was numb and came to hell and back. I kept murmuring 'fuck me' over and over again. My nails were really digging into his back as I raked them over and over again. "Jar...please..." I begged. I wanted him to fuck the thoughts out of my head. Finally, Jared took the hint and began to ram into me. I lost control, which was odd because I always kept that. "Cum for me December," Jared whispered. He and I had the best orgasms ever. As, I came down from my high, Jared softened and rolled off me. "Deci..." Jared started, "Can you explain to me." "Explain what," I questioned. "Whose Jett, what's up with the hostility, and who are you really," I stayed quiet for a moment -- contemplating. Jared must have taken my silence as something else as he quickly said, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I smiled at him and rolled on top of him. I straddled his legs and laid down on top of him. I gave him a quick peck before I said, "I'll tell you, I was just trying to figure out where to begin." I rested my head in the hollow under Jared's chin as he automatically began to pet my head. "It all started as kids," I began. "I guess Jayson was the wonder child before I came around. Everyone thought he was the cutie pie of the family, the best artist, the only boy, and... I guess Jayson loved life like that. Only him and his older sister. Jayson and Adrian had always been close; well more like Jayson latched onto Adrian. Adrian was much more independent. "Finally, I was born. I began to steal the spotlight from Jayson. My art was better, I became the cutie pie, more people wanted to be around me. Even a few of Jayson's crushes went after me. So Jayson beat me up. Then Adrian isolated herself from him and began to stay closer to me and protected me along with Camille. When Jade was born, we kind of became the four musketeers. Jayson was left out because of his hostility and malevolence. He called me names and hit me until I cried, but Jade, Cami and Adri always saved me. Though one day, when Adri was twelve, Camille and I was ten, Jayson was eleven, and Jade was nine, Adri went to some school. So Jade became my protector until Adrian came home. When Adri returned, she was different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she was like how Camille and Jade are. Slowly, one by one, everyone went to this school aside from me. When Adri went to summer camp, Jade went to 'the school' with Camille; I was alone with Jayson many times. One time, when our parents were out, Jayson beat me to the point of almost fatality. After about a month in the hospital, I recovered and mom and dad renovated the house while Jayson went to 'the school' so I would rarely have to see him." I took a deep, shuttering breath. "Eventually, however, when I came out to the family, Jayson had gotten worse. It was even harder because around the same time, Adri went to study abroad, and Jade had come out and said she was bi. One day, I came home and Jayson had painted 'faggot,' 'cock sucker,' 'slut' and a lot more all over my room in red. He ruined almost everything. In my freshman year of College, I moved out to Manhattan. I had to get away from Jayson...but I still missed the family. So I was ecstatic when Jade and Cami entered the same school as me and Jayson didn't go to college. When I was eighteen and ready to lose my virginity, I was dating Jett. I thought Jett loved me to death and I wanted to lose it to him. We made plans for a romantic night and... and as I was on my way home..." my throat was getting thick and my voice was cracking as hot tears streamed down my cheeks and landed on Jared. He hugged me close and pulled me up enough to kiss him slowly and sweetly. Jared kissed away each tear that fell. I sucked it up and continued my story, "I...was... was... raped. After that, I didn't want to do anything. Only Cami and Jade could reach out to me and comfort me. A month later, when the guy was arrested, I decided that I would give it another go and surprise Jett. The surprise was on me. As I walked in his apartment, Jett was buried to the hilt in some twink slut who was impossibly shorter and girlier than me. The fucker tried to explain but, I left. I told the family and a week later, Jett was apparently dead. His blood was drained. I know no one in my family would do that because usually they would plot longer than a week. The odd part is that I didn't give a fuck that he was dead. After the Jett fiasco, I began to go on a fling and hook up spree. You know like wam, bam, thank you ma'am. Just lately, I slowed down. Then I met you...and now we're here." Jared was still lovingly petting my head. I really wanted to tell him I loved him. Oh shit.....where the hell did that come from? We just started dating. No I can't love him. With love only comes misery. I learned that from Jett and I'm not going to fall into that trap again. With that thought, I fell asleep. ** Jared It had been a week since the whole Jayson debacle. Life was good. December and I are officially dating. Can't get any better than that. We were watching a "Twilight" movie marathon. December loved the series and the movies; pus there was something about it that got him horny. He slithered over and straddled me and began to nibble on my ear. I imprinted a kiss onto Deci's lips and growled as I thrust my tongue into his mouth, he was panting by time the searing kiss was over. Just when we were getting into the groove. There was a frantic knock on the door. Seriously, what the fuck, man. ** December Who the fuck wants to get shanked for interrupting this sexy session? I slid off Jared and went to the door with him close behind me. I guess he wanted to know the intruder too. It was Camille. "Camille, sweet," I started with a sweetheart tone. "What the fuck do you need that is so important that you couldn't have waited two hours from now?" I ended pissed offedly. She smiled, delighted. "Deci, doll, I'm gonna ignore the rudeness and tell you that the time has come," Camille said, barely containing her excitement. "Girl, what the hell are you talkin' about?" "You're a vampire sweetie!" Two seconds passed before I almost died of laughter. "Bitch...you crazy," I said through laughter but, Cmi wasn't laughing. I felt a slight pain in my bottom and top incisors. "I'm not lyin,'" Camille took out her compact and showed me my reflection. My pupils were an almost luminous blood red that had an ominous tinge to them. I had four fangs (a pair on the top and a pair on the bottom) that were fully extended and had a silvery glow. I felt really thirsty, almost like I swallowed sand paper. "Oh shit..." I whispered as I looked unbelieving at my reflection... ** lol cliffhangers are fun when ur the one giving them! hope u enjoyed A Sinner's Love Ch. 05 Hey I finally got this out! WOOT! Sorry no editor for this chapter, but I'm stil on the search for one. Without anymore ado, enjoy lovelies. ----- Chapter Five December How the hell did this happen? I found a guy who is perfect, my family accepts him, Jayson wasn't too much of an ass, and now I'm a vampire. I started to laugh hysterically. Who would have thought the promiscuous, twink-slut who always had cuts and bruises would end up like this? How fuckin' ironic! "December, stop fuckin' laughing, you stupid fuck!" Camille said as she tried to bitch slap me back into reality. Before her hand could touch me, I moved, blindingly fast, just getting out the way of her hand. As I did that, the dry feeling in my throat began to kill me again. "Shit..." Camille whispered. I could hear the wet pulsating sound of Jared's heart. It sounded appetizing. Jared's smell, which always turned me on, was killing me. My overly sensitive nose was filled with only him. Then, before I knew it, a sound that I never made before bubbled out of my throat -- a growl. I wanted Jared in ways that I couldn't figure out. I wanted him sexually, as if to mate, and I wanted him as...as...food. Before I could do anything, Camille whisked me away. Camille began running. She must have been running fast because people seemed to not notice her. I recalled learning in one of my science classes that if something went fast enough, the human eye will not be able to see it. However, I saw everything with perfect clarity -- all the way down to the fibers in the polluted Manhattan air. Camille stopped in a dark alley. Then she began checking my eyes. "Fuck..." she muttered again. The air smelt surprisingly delicious, which was odd with the usual Manhattan smog. Camille stared at me again, but this time she smiled. "Okay sweetie, lemme explain some things," Camille began. "First of all, you're a vampire...get over the fact because it's not that fuckin' unbelievable. I'm a vamp," Camille extended her fangs for emphasis. "Your whole family is full of vampires, as well as mine." I stared at Camille and smiled at her crazy bluntness. "I have a question for you now -- why the hell do I feel like my throat has been covered in sand paper?" I asked. "What do you think it means, doll?" Camille replied with a raised eyebrow that said that the answer was pretty obvious. "Lemme guess...I need blood." "Bingo, sweets." Camille began sniffing the air. "Okay, lovely, I'm gonna teach you lure." I looked at her skeptically. She began to explain further, "Lure is a technique that all blood suckers of the worlds (yes, vamps aren't the only blood drinkers) use. It's basically like whispering into a human's head and telling them to come to you...luring them towards you." I nodded, ready to do this thing. "Okay, now let's start with the first part -- find a scent you like...just relax and breathe in." I did as she told me. The most delicious smell, well not as delicious as Jared's scent, wafted towards me. I opened my eyes. I was panting and my fangs were extended as I was beyond salivating. Camille put a hand on my arm as she said, "I see you found a scent. Now next thing is to lure in the owner of that scent. Close your eyes and try to picture the person that holds that aroma. Where does it lead you?" I did as she said. The scent led me to a perky blonde. The picture I got was of a girl who was lanky, but curvaceous; she had electric blue eyes, full, pink-n'-pouty and honey blonde hair that was slicked back into a high ponytail. She had on a pure white pressed-to-perfection tennis outfit with a cobalt blue tennis racket. I could tell that if I killed her, no one would care or notice. Her parents died in a tragic car accident (in their case, limo accident) and she was an only child. Her parents were only children and their parents were either estranged or dead. The girl was living in a big, fat brownstone in NoHo, or North Hollywood. I opened my eyes again. It was like I could hear the wet pumping sound of her heart and the slosh of her blood going through her veins...the sounds made me growl in hunger and thirst. Camille's lips curved in satisfaction. "Good. Now send her a thought. Tell her to come to you." I did as Camille said and my vision of her changed. The girl was coming towards me. I licked my parched lips in anticipation. Cami tapped me. "Now hide. We're creatures of the dark so it shouldn't be too hard." Camille and I blended easily into the dark alley as the girl padded into the deepest part of it. The prey was coming closer to the predator. "Hello?" The girl had a slightly soprano voice. Camille whispered to me, "Now we gotta knock her out. Send her sleep or faint." I did as Camille said and with my super speed, I caught her before she hit the hard concrete. "Good. Now we gotta use glamour." Camille said. I looked at her, lost. "A glamour is kinda like a shield so that normal humans can't see the reality. The supernatural can't see anything either, but they know when a glamour is being used and can see through it when they concentrate." I nodded in understanding. "Okay so let's try it out, doll. Concentrate. Think glamour or shield" I did as she said and focused. A little shimmery outline appeared before the alley opening and around the area of the alley. So this was a glamour. After that, I wasn't sure what to do next. I looked at Camille for assurance. She nodded at the girl in my arms as I smiled in delight at the thought of taking my first blood. I sunk my sharp, white, ominously glowing fangs into her jugular vein. The crimson liquid was just divine. It was thick like molasses and tasted like the girl's feelings -- sorrow, depression, fear, loneliness. I moaned at the delicious taste. One part of me was seriously pissed when it heard the slowing of her heart and the slowing of the blood flow. It was like a feral side of me. It wasn't happy when the blood stopped. Suddenly I had sharp, ebony tipped claws and my fangs, which were sharp, alluring, and slightly sexy, were now ebony tipped and extended far beyond my mouth. The other me ripped into the girl's throat and licked whatever excess blood was there and did the same to various parts of her body. When it was done, I was back to my normal self. "Damn Deci, you OD'd on the poor bitch." Camille said. I looked at the mangled body. The girl had bloody, long gashes on various areas of her body. Some gashes showed hints of bone in them. "Damn, I sure as hell did a number on her." I replied. "Don't worry sweets. I did a hell of a lot worse when I took my first blood. Adri was the only one that didn't tear her person to pieces." "So now that this is done. Explain everything to me." I hauled myself onto a dumpster top and crossed my legs. I sucked off the last of the blood on my fingers and licked my lips. The rest of the blood I wiped off with a tissue Cami threw at me. "Okay," Camille started. "My family and your family are two of the eight pure blooded vampire families. Pure blooded vampires are those who were born as vampires, however, the children don't know that they are vampires until they come of age and all their vampire powers come in. When it does, if there are other immature vampirelings, AKA vamp kids, or humans in the house, the kids go to a camp. It's just a place where they teach the newborns how to control their feral sides, or inner beast, and their powers. They teach you things like what I just told you. Now the reason it took you so long for your vampireness to kick in is unknown. Just know that you aren't the only one. The next thing we need to discuss is the supernatural council. There are seven different groups. We have the children of Lilith (witches and warlocks), the children of the moon (were-animals), the children of the Fay (faeries), and the children of the night (vampires), the children of lights (angels), the children of darkness (demons) and the elementals (fire, water, air, and earth). One of the highest people in each of these groups is a representative in the supernatural council. Oh and that dumb shit about were-people and vampires hating each other are dumbass lies. Truth be told that the vampires' very sweet, intoxicating, and slightly death smelling scent irritates the were-people's noses and we vamps don't enjoy the undertone scent of wet dog from the were-people but we don't hate each other for no reason. Now were-people are things like werewolves, were-cats, were-leopards, and so on. Faeries are just faeries but beware of them. They tend to like pretty things because they are pretty. So don't be tricked by their bubbly attitudes because if you take something from the Fays then they own you. Also, their queen may seem gorgeous, but she's the most vindictive of them all, so beware. The faerie district over her is by Central Park. You already know of the angels. Now the demons are just demons...there's no real description for them. Okay so that's it for now. Oh, and when the whole Jayson thing happened, your family used a glamour so you couldn't see what was going on. Jade's feral side was trying to come out and so she had the claws and all. Andi could help her because they are mates and she knows about the whole vampire thing. Also, we vampires have super strength, speed, agility, etcetera, etcetera and all that jazz. So we can run so fast that humans can't see us. Yeah, so any questions?" I stared at Camille; I learned my life was fuckin' awesome in like an hour. "Oh and Deci, vampires do have their own special abilities. For example, mine is speed. At the moment, I am the fastest vampire out there. To vampires, I can be a slight blur if I run at top speed. So don't get cocky just 'cause your eyesight is so powerful that you can see a hummingbird's wings flap or that you can see the microscopic organisms and shit in the air. I can still be a blur. Jade's ability is telekinesis. Normal vampires can only read minds; however those with Jade's ability can lift objects with their mind, block others' minds, send images, I mean there is a whole enigma of shit they can do. Some have fire as their special ability. We knew you'd have the fire ability because of your two toned eyes. Most fire masters have two toned eyes." "So, how do I control fire?" "Well, all vampires can use fire techniques, but not as well as the fire elementals. However the one thing that all supernaturals can do is Hell Fire. Hell Fire is something that we use to get rid of unwanted things without leaving evidence. All demons and bloodsuckers use Hell Fire to burn up their left overs. Faeries and angels use Hell Fire to kill us vampires. Hell Fire doesn't affect the demons because they were born from it - they are basically made of it. It doesn't affect the angels because their light overcomes the fire. It only kills light faeries. Dark faeries aren't affected by Hell Fire because they are abominations that are the children of faeries and demons and they got the demons' immunity to Hell Fire. Make sense?" I nodded. "Good, then let's teach you Hell Fire. Hold out your palm and put all of your heat into it -- center your heat into your palm. Preferably, your heat should be sexual desire since we vamps are the center of all sex and its desires. It gives out more fire." I did as Camille said. I thought about all the heated moments between me and Jared and centered the heat into my hand. "Good. Now whisper these words into your hand: Ades infernus da mihi tui copiam - corpus calidum. Da mihi virtutem perdere. Then blow into your hand." I did as she told me. A dark blazing fire appeared in my hand. It was huge and had little highlights of blood red in it. It consumed my whole hand. However, despite its power, it wanted to obey to me. I could feel its power link into me as I made it dance around my hand. It was darkly enticing. "Damn, you can control fire." Camille said. She had a hellfire in her hand but it wasn't as huge as mine. It only sat in the palm of her hand. "Okay Deci, since you can control fire, you have to watch your anger because it will bid to you. Especially, when you are feeling...um...Fuck it, when you and Jar fuck like bunnies, fire is gonna react to that. Is it gonna become an inferno? No. However, people are gonna be lost if they here moaning and groaning and fire starts going crazy like a bitch mother. Got it? Good. Any questions, love?" I stared at Camille and burst out laughing. Once I calmed down, I asked her "So what are we gonna do about Jared?" "Tell him. Explain everything to him and hey maybe he'll wanna be changed...You guys could be vampire couple of the year." Camille replied. "Also, you guys can do it without a condom now since vamps are immune to human diseases and you can have even more mind blowing sex because a vampire's bite brings extra ecstasy to a human. I mean it's like the best sex in your life in one bite. Hell, I almost came the first time that a vampire bit me and drank blood. We only knock out our meals because we don't want them to scream or remember shit, or worse, moan really loudly. Plus if they orgasm, it'll leave a mess and...Wait I'm getting off topic. Wave the hell fire over the girl and watch her incinerate." I did as Camille said. The girl's skin began to darken and burn off as did her bones. It left no smell, which was an anomaly to me. In a matter of seconds, it was like the perky blonde was never there. "Woah," I said, astonished. "I know sexy, right?" Camille replied with a smirk. I nodded. "Oh, lemme tell you about your strength and the benefits of reading minds. For the strength thing, you can basically kill, destroy, and whatever anything...well aside from were-people. We are the only supernaturals that are matched when it comes to speed, agility, and strength. Hence why, if vamps and were-people had a battle, everyone would die. So be careful with your strength around your boo. Also, with the whole reading minds thing, vampires and other supernaturals can easily communicate. The same goes with humans, however, you must link with a human's mind. So what they think, you will hear in your head and you can send your thoughts into the human's mind. The same thing applies to using suggestion techniques like lure and sleep. The only difference is that you're letting your essence go into the subconscious of the human, or the place where you can easily control them. However, it's very dangerous to send your essence into another supernatural because, if they catch you, they could kill you, making you go into a coma, or you could kill them and end up having you trapped and the other in a coma. So really try not to do that unless REALLY necessary. If you slip away undetected, then props to you, but I really wouldn't want to try that because a person's subconscious could kill you on its own, without the person noticing you. If someone is really that wicked, their essence could kill yours unless your essence is so pure that it overcomes all." I nodded. "Hey, so you wanna race home?" "Hell yes!" I replied. I knew Camille would win, but I wanted to test out my new powers. "Let's take the long way." I nodded again. "On the count of three." "One," I started. "Two," Camille continued "Three!" We both yelled at the same time. We were off. I nimbly climbed up the alley wall, my nails digging effortlessly into the concrete and brick. I got up to the top and did a back flip onto the next building. I pushed my legs as hard as I could. I could feel the wind as it cut passed me with its cruel whisper. The muscles in my legs pulsed as I pushed my legs to go even faster. I hopped onto another building, this one was a skyscraper. I was more than a hundred feet from the ground. I stopped to enjoy the view. As I was ogling, Camille snatched my hand from its grip on the building's side and screamed "Stop dilly-dallying!" as I dropped into nothing. I let out a breathless laugh and caught on to the antenna on the top of another building. I twisted my body around it and launched myself onto the side of the next skyscraper. I could see Camille's waves of fire in the distance. Damn, I thought, I can't reach her. I pushed my legs as fast as I could and sent the words 'bitch' into her head. She just let out a tinkling laugh. I suddenly got a good idea and sent freeze into her head, using my new suggestion techniques. Camille mad an abrupt stop. Camille sent the words 'MOTHERFUCKERING FAST LEARNER!' into my head as it was my turn to giggle. I caught up to her and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek before waving and jumping to the next building. Camille broke the weak hold I put on her and caught up to me easily as she roundhouse kicked my legs, making me trip and fall on my ass. "Need some help up, clumsy?" Camille said, feigning innocence. I grabbed her outstretched hand and pulled her shocked form towards me. I flung her body off the opposite side of the building as I jumped off the correct way. My strength amazed me. I did all of that with just one hand. I finally got to my apartment's roof...where Camille was happily waiting for me, her legs dangling off the edge as she casually puffed on a cigarette. "What took you so long, honey-bear?" Camille asked. I gaped at her, befuddled at how fast she got there. Well I guess she isn't the fasted for nothing. Both Camille and I hopped off the building, landing gracefully with a soft thud on the balls of our feet. "So, whacha gonna tell Jar?" Camille asked. "I have no fuckin' idea." I replied. "Tell him everything, he'll understand." I nodded. Camille said that she had an appointment with a cutie down the block from her and said her goodbyes. I took the elevator up to my apartment, but the door was slightly ajar. I zing of fear passed through me as I looked through my apartment. It was a mess. There was blood on the floors and walls as were bloody handprints with streaks on the floor...as if someone made a struggle. "Jared?" I called, panic-stricken. There was no answer but the echo of my voice. I walked through my apartment, glass crunching under my feet. I began to hyperventilate when I saw a bloody note attached to the wall in my bedroom. I have your little fuck buddy. If you want him, COME GET HIM. Since your powers have come in, I'll have a little Fun in KILLING you and him. ~Love your best nightmare, JAYSON Oh my god. Jayson has Jared. --------- Latin Translation Ades infernus da mihi tui copiam - corpus calidum. Da mihi virtutem perdere Meaning = Please lend me your hell. Give me your strength - a hot body. Give me strength to destroy. (I think this is the meaning...well it's the gist.) A Sinner's Love: Redux Hihihi! Finally up~ Enjoy lovies. Leave feedback please~ *~*~* Chapter One December I'm cute. Everyone calls me cute or adorable . With my wide and innocent looking eyes, my height at 5'3(though I'm twenty one), my almost-white blonde, past shoulder length hair, my creamy and slightly pale skin tone, the fact that I look so small and delicate (fuck, even my features were delicate. In our times I was, in basics, considered a twink), and that I'm overly shy, I guess I am cute. Hell if ya put a dress on me, I could be a girl. The only things that really make me exotic are my eyes and lips. My left eye is chocolate brown and the other is sea foam green and my lips are ruby in color, plump, full, and soft with little snake bites glittering on the bottom. Not even my Retro Goth/Scene style and piercings made me more than cute. Just once I just wanted to be sensual or hot. Even my best friend, Camille said I was cute and she has been with me since the tricycle years. "December! December!" It was Camille. How the hell did she run so fast in those heels? Camille in one word was effervescent. Her hair was a fiery crimson and her eyes were a striking hue of violet and her body was crazily voluptuous though she was kind of elfin. Camille was a model. Okay not a real one. She was part of the school's modeling extracurricular and was the damn best model. Even at her height of 5'5 she carried herself like she was ten feet tall. Today she was wearing a black tee-shirt that said "I don't have an anger management problem, you just have to stop pissin me off," a pair of blood red skinny jeans, and a pair of black studded stilettos. Really, how the hell did she walk in those? "December, damnit, wakeup!" Camille said as she snapped her black French manicured fingers in front of my face. "Huh? What? Oh sorry." I said with a slight blush. I am always blushing for the smallest things! "Anyways...We still on for the club?" "As always dar-" my speech was cut short when he came. HE was Jarred Alvarez. The boy - no man was the definition of sexy. He was the exact opposite of me. I was short, pale, and fragile. Jarred was tall, caramel colored, and muscular but not in a crazy meat-cake way. His midnight black hair that was so dark that it had streaks of blue in it brushed tantalizingly against his almost edible butt. Oh god, his lips (I'm a person who's major turn on is lips) were just enticing. They looked so lush and full with a slight color of red in them. A little glittering stud adorned the right corner of his bottom lip. The things I could do with those...the things they could do to me. Jared was in dance so he usually walked around with a book bag, some sweats with a tank top on and his hair up in a ponytail or bun. What would he look like under all that? I looked at him with lust and want in my eyes. Did he even like guys though? Was he gay? Did he like twinks like me? All these questions cluttered my brain. "December...." Camille said warningly. I could always tell when she was about to smack the mess out of me; her left eyebrow always arched up, she would tap her right toe, and her tongue would be against her top left incisor. "Oh yeah, we're still on for the club." I said as my face reddened. "I know, he's a fine specimen." Camille said with a knowing smirk. Camille and my two sisters, Jade and Adrian, were the first I told I was gay. "M'kay, see ya later. I gotta get to class before Ms. Lornez shanks me." Camille waved as she sprinted off. I walked off to my favorite place in the college, other than the art room that is, the mammoth library. I loved that place. It was gothic and had almost every book. I went to the back of the library where my secret spot was at. It was a corner that no one knew was there and had a small loveseat in it. I went and got my favorite book, "The Tell-Tale Heart," and curled up into the seat. I had read "The Tell-Tale Heart" almost a thousand times now and I still loved it. It never got boring, but I guess Edgar Allen Poe was that awesome. Just as I got into the book, I felt someone come up next to me. When I looked up it was none other than Jarred Alvarez. Holy crap. Damn, that man was sexy! My cheeks flushed as I looked up at him. "Hey," Jarred said in that sensual voice. Through his sexiness I noticed something - this bastard is in my secret spot. How the hell did he find this spot? " Hi... " I said incredulously. "Um...mind if I sit?" "Nope." I curled up into a smaller ball and continued enjoying my book. He sat close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off him. I had to keep back a shudder. "So what are you still doing here?" Jarred asked, trying to strike up a conversation. "What do you mean?" I said in a slightly offended tone and with my eyebrow arched. Did this sexy man think that just because I'm small, I don't know how to get around? Oh fuck no! "What I mean is that don't you have to go clubbing with that Camille girl? And it's pretty late now." Jarred said, seeming to catch on to my pissed-off ness. I looked outside and checked my phone -- it was indeed late. "Oh well I better get going," I said, flashing my sexiest smile. I strutted off, then turned and asked, "Hey you wanna come with us?" Jarred looked kind of shocked. "U...um...s...sure!" he stuttered. "So what's your address?" I asked flirtatiously...or at least I think I was being flirtatious. He took out a piece of paper and scribbled some instructions down. "Hey what's your name?" Jarred asked, obviously ashamed of the fact that he didn't know. I took out a marker and wrote December on his arm in playful script. "That's a cool name," he said lightly brushing his thumb against my name on his arm. "It describes you perfectly." "How so?" He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You look pure...like winter snow...but somehow grim, sinful. Just like the winter - beautifully dark." I blushed and couldn't hold back the shiver that came from having his cool breath tickle and swirl around my ear. "This is my first time talking to you. How did you have time to...come up with such a compliment...or even analyze me like that?" Jarred looked around like a little boy that was making sure the cost was clear and whispered, "Keep this a secret...I've always had a stalkerish crush on you." I smiled and bit my lip. "Don't forget about tonight," I called over my shoulder as I sashayed away. "Never would have." I had to keep in my squeal. ** I looked hot. I had on my favorite leather pants that hung treacherously low on my waist, a black and white sheer top that felt lovely on my skin and I had on my favorite black (and slightly beat up) knee high combat boots with a pair of fingerless driving gloves. Did I say I looked hot? There was a knock on my door. "It's open!" I yelled. Camille came swaggering in with a black denim romper. A romper wouldn't seem racy, but you didn't see Camille's. The shorts part was short enough to show the ends of her butt cheeks. The top part was duel buttoned and she had enough of the buttons unbuttoned to show off her fire truck red lace bra. With this she had on a pair of knee high, heeled boots (again with the insanely high heels?) and fingerless driving gloves. Her hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail. Can't lie - she looked sexy. "'Sup hot stuff." Camille asked. "Cami, love, you look sexy as usual." I said as we kissed each other's cheeks. "Enough of this idle shit! You're never gonna believe this." I was practically bouncing. "Chillax Bugs." I couldn't stop bouncing as I told Camille about what happened in the library. "Damn you, lucky bitch!" Camille said giggling. "Hehe." "Oh gosh that's such a girly giggle." "Pfffft...I'm comfortable enough in my masculinity to ignore that." "What masculinity, sweetie?" I laughed again. "We have to pretty you up now!" Camille said, giddily. She loved using me as a model because I looked so much like a girl. I tried out clothes, shoes (yea we wear the same shoe size), and make up for her. "Oh hell no," I said backing up, getting ready to make a run for it. "Don't try it. You know I'll win." I did know she'd win. Camille was a cheetah. With a huff and no final argument, I walk to my kitchen and sat down. "Goooood," Camille said sweetly. ** "Okay now look at your sexiness," Camille said holding her make up brush and a smile. I turned around and looked in the mirror. My already long eyelashes were accentuated with black eyeliner and mascara. I had deep smokey eyes and black lipstick that made my silvery snakebites glitter more. Camille used an airbrush to make my cheek bones look sharper. A dash of glitter powder gave me a shine that made me look paler and sparkly. I laughed to myself as I thought about my love for Twilight. "Damn...I look hot." "You're welcome," Camille said smugly. "Thank you love." Camille then put my layered, past shoulder length hair into a choppy ponytail. I grabbed my keys and we left. ** Jarred opened his door to me and Camille. What I saw, words couldn't comprehend. Jarred was soaking wet with only a towel on that hung low on his waist; his hair (that was wet and wavy at the moment) and body smelled of peaches and strawberries. Holy Shit!!!!! ** Jarred Holy Shit!!!!! The sexy, cute, artist, twink thing was in front of my door.............. And I'm in a towel.....oh shit! December, the infamously called cute December, was blushing copiously. I wonder if he got light headed with all of that blood going into his cheeks. A look, which could only be described as lust, flashed in his eyes. His eyes looked animalistic as he carnally gnawed on his bottom lip. With his sexy outfit, he looked purely fuckable.....YUM!!!! "Like the view?" I said, hiding my nervousness and putting back on my sexy façade. I ran off before my arousal was noticed. Could lips really be that hot? No, only December's lips. I was head over heels in love with him...or maybe that was my stalker self. I had had a crush on December since I first saw him in freshman year in college, two years ago. He was a mixture of cute and sexy. With the obvious parts of him being cute and his outfit, that is. On that day he had on black skinny jeans that looked like a second skin, a snowy white off the shoulder sweater that reached to his mid thighs and a pair of motorcycle boots with spikes, chains and studs on them. He looked hot with his hair slicked back from his face, highlighting his cheekbones. Then I found out how awesome of an artist he was and how pure he was. If December could be a color, he would be off white; though I didn't know him, I knew there was something that took away from his pureness - something unfathomable, morbid and secret, something sinful and deadly. But, even so, December had a lot of love; he was a sinful lover and I wanted that sinner's love. Leisurely, without me knowing I fell in love with a boy whose name I didn't even know. That look December gave me was only a taste. I wanna know what other looks (and sounds) I could cause December to make. My sexy and cute little pixie......... I eventually decided on some jeans, a white graphic shirt, and some beat up Timberlands. When I walked out, December and Camille was leaning against the wall. December was puffing on a cigarette. God, that was hot! Mouth watered at the way that his black lips elegantly wrapped around the cigarette and how his face contorted in pleasure as he inhaled and slowly opened his mouth, letting the white smoke swirl out. He was like a living porno. Could I even survive the ride (no pun intended) to the club? ** December Yea I was smoking, but Jarred just had that insane effect on me. I only smoke when I get really stressed and seriously needed to calm down - like now. We got into the elevator and Cami, being a matchmaking bitch, let me be in the middle of the slightly cramped elevator. She even decided to take it up a notch... "Hey, Jarred, you wanna ride on Deci's bike?" She said with a satanic glint in her eyes. "Can we reverse that?" He said, catching on to Camille's drift. I blushed and mouthed 'you bitch' to Camille and she mouthed 'I know, love' back with a demented, yet wickedly sweet smile. I couldn't decide if I loved or hated her for causing a warm Jarred to be able to lean against my back. Having Jarred lean against me made me feel cozy; it felt right in a way; like I belonged there. I wanted him to always be by my side. I wanted my scent to be all over him so people knew that he was my property. At that point the only word that I could really describe Jarred as was mine. See I was Jarred's secret stalker for some time now. I really adored him, but because of my shyness and doubtfulness, I never asked him out. Where all that confidence came from today, I don't have the slightest idea. We were finally at the club. The bouncer was a family friend, so we got in without charge or having to wait in line. We walked up to the bar and ordered a dirty martini for me, an Albany Shirley temple for Camille, and vodka shot for Jarred. Just when I was finishing my martini, a dub step song came on. Like I was in a trance, I stepped onto the dance floor. ** Jarred Oh sweet, merciful Jesus! December dancing was like sex in human form. The way his hips swerved, the sexual way his hands moved over his body, and that face of his was just enticing. His expression was that of ecstasy and pure sex. Eyes of both men and women were attached to him. His dancing made mine seem mediocre and amateur. Is it too hot in here? I think it is. Suddenly jealousy and rage came over me, when some ass munch wanted to dance with MY December, but he simply and gracefully spun away. I never thought twice about labeling December as mine. For about two songs I sat there with a raging hard on sipping burning scotch and watching this....this sex angel dance. "Hey...dance with him instead of waiting for that thing to break your zipper." Camille said with a pitying face. "Huh, wha-" Camille cut me off. "Don't even try it honey. I've been watching you suffer through that hard on for a while now. Dance with him...but don't try anything really. Not every Goldie Locks is okay with the bears walking in on them." With a wink and surprising strength for a girl at her size, Camille pushed me up and off the bar stool. I strolled over to where December was dancing and slid my hands around his waist. We started a smooth rhythm. He turned in my grasp and looked at me shocked and blushing quite a lot. ** December Holy shit! Jarred was grinding into me. It was too sexy. I came to my senses and broke away from Jarred. I had to get out of here. I wasn't a person for flings and I was damn near close to having one. I needed a smoke. I ran out to the back where all the smokers were and took deep calming...ish breaths. "Yo anyone got a smoke and a light?" The question was directed at anyone in general. A pretty girl with silvery-white hair that was in a short choppy style and a Monroe piercing over her pouty pink lips handed me a smoke and lit it for me. If I were straight, I'd date her. She had a slim, willowy build - almost no curves, but something was just alluring...appealing about her. Her eyes were a peculiar color of red. I thanked her and she flashed me a bright smile as she sauntered off. She stopped in front of a man that looked equally hot and, without warning, they embraced in a deep kiss. I blushed, but couldn't look away. The kiss was animalistic and graceful in a way. The way their lips caressed each other and how her long pianist's fingers buried themselves into his hair and how his long fingers gripped her hips made the scene seem like a painting. Slowly, they pulled away from each other. Grasping his hand, she pulled him to a darker part of the alley. The rest of the smokers out back seemed to be as entranced as I was. I took another drag and tried to put together my thoughts. I liked Jarred. However, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to have a real relationship with him or if I wanted a hot fuck. I adored Jarred...but did I really adore him enough to be in a committed relationship with him. Did I adore him enough to really let myself go with him? Could I have a committed relationship with Jarred? My answers were never answered because Jarred came outside. "There you are!" He said. "Yep...here I am," I said. I needed space Jarred really wasn't helping out with me letting my mind think and not my dick. "Why so...bleh?" "I've the slightest idea of what you're talking about." "What the hell December? In there and earlier today you were like all over me and you can't even lie and say that there wasn't any sexual energy between us. Now you're acting like...I don't even know what to call it," Jarred said, balling up his fists some. "Maybe you misread the signals," I said while nonchalantly flicking off some ash and taking another drag. "I highly doubt that." "Well ain't you high and mighty? I guess everyone has some sort of 'sexual energy' with you hmmm?" "No." "Really?" I said quirking my eyebrow and the corner of my mouth in a disbelieving fashion. "Yep. Just you and I'm gonna prove it." With that Jarred lowered his mouth down to mine in a scorching, scotch and nicotine tasting kiss. I automatically responded and wrapped my free hand around the back of his neck. I felt Jarred's tongue trace the seam of my lips and I opened up and let him in. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and dueled for dominance. Jarred's won. I moaned into Jarred's mouth. It was like Jarred was trying to devour me and I was gladly gonna let him. I was in nirvana, cloud nine, and heaven. With a light nip to my bottom lip, Jarred pulled away and I missed his hot lips. Jarred had my black lipstick smeared around his mouth. We were both breathing hard. ** Jarred I took a chance and kissed him. Boy was I happy that I took that chance. December's lips and tongue were so soft and submitting. I loved it. I loved his taste. I loved his essence. I wanted to devour it all...become one with December. For the second time that night, I was hard as rocks and I could say the same for December. When we pulled away, December's eyes were almost black with arousal and his black lipstick was smeared around his face. I was about to lean in for another kiss when a small hand pushed against my chest. December took a deep breath and said, "Okay...the sexual tension wasn't just your delusion." I smiled. "However..." I raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't mean I'm gonna hop in bed with you and ride your brains out...despite how much I want to." I chuckled. "I'll give us a chance. I don't want a fling Jarred. I want a committed relationship. I want a person that I can snuggle up to and rant to and cry to. I just don't want it...I..." December took a shuddering breath and continued, "I need it. I yearn for it. After...after him, I just can't have a relationship with just anyone. I'm not sure if you're that someone." December looked up at me with deep sadness and a spark of hope in his eyes. At that point, I knew I wanted December and not just his lower region, I wanted his heart. I gently cupped his cheek and in a tender voice, I said, "December, I promise that I will expel all of your doubts. I will become your someone. I will become that person that you can snuggle with, cry with, and rant with. From this day on, you are officially being courted, m'lady." I bowed slightly and met December's smile with my own. ~*~*~* Hope you enjoyed~ A Sinner's Love: Redux Ch. 02 Sooo...rather short chapter but I'm already working on chapter three. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy honeys. *~*~* Chapter Two December Jarred and I were on my motorcycle, cruising up the streets colored with the dark rainbow that we call Manhattan at Night. It was maybe four o'clock in the morning. We had spent the last hours sitting at a table in the club just talking. "This is the beginning of my courting you, lovely," was Jarred's answer to us staying and talking for so long. "Hey December," Jarred whispered in my ear, making me shiver. "Hmmm?" I answered back. "Which house is closer, mine or your's?" "Why?" "Well, it's late and if my house is farther away, I don't want you to go out of your way." I felt a smile curl up at my lips. He was so sweet. "My house is closer, but I can take you home," I replied, suppressing the bubbly giggle that wanted to come out of me. "Well, I'll walk the rest of the way, okay?" "Okay." We parked in front of my building and Jarred walked me to my door. My apartment had only three floors and three apartments, but each floor had a huge apartment. Each apartment had at least two bedrooms, a living room, an ensuite bathroom and spare bathroom, a living room, and kitchen. "I'll see you Monday, Jarred," I said smiling and slightly reluctant to leave. "Well..." Jarred started as I looked at Jarred so fast that my eyes almost got whiplash. "Um...I was wondering....if you'd like to go somewhere t-tomorrow..." I looked at him and I had to suppress a little giggle. He was blushing and looking at the pavement with his hands in his pockets. "Sure....I'd love to go. Say about three? It can be a lunch date. Is that okay?" I said with a smile. Jarred looked up at me and flashed me the cutest and happiest smile ever. "Any time and any type of date is perfect as long as I'm with you December." I bit my lip and blushed. "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Jarred," I said walking into my building's front door. "Later m'lady," Jarred called after me. I greeted Lola, the sweet dumpling of a lady and landlord that lived in the basement floor with her wife Doris, as I walked in. "You seem happy December," she said with a smile on her face. Lola was like a second mother to me. She had pitch-black hair that fell down to her waist, hazel-gold eyes that showed ages of wisdom, and a little curvy, petite body that didn't look like it belonged to a fifty year old woman. Lola could have passed for a new and shiny thirty. Lola and her partner, Doris, were deeply involved LGBT rights activists. I couldn't hold in my giddiness when Lola talked to me. "I have a date!" I squealed while bouncing on the balls of my feet. "Good for you love!" Lola said with a smile that made her eyes warmer and the corners of them crinkle. Lola and Doris were the only ones that knew of my previous dilemma with Jett and my time in being a slut. The reason I even moved out was because my family didn't like the fact that I was bringing some man home every night or going to their house. Despite my being a selfish slut at the time that only cared about my pleasure, I cared about my family a little bit more. So, I moved out. Lola's place was my fifth apartment try. I looked such a mess with my leather booty shorts, my almost transparent tank tops, heeled boots, and long shaggy hair that reached to about the middle of my back and make up that always got smeared by the end of the night. No landlord would really want me in there place. Lola was the only one that I didn't have to beg to let me live there with an oral job. After a small interview with her and Doris, I got my lease and everything. I was damn surprised. After a month of hearing people complain about the top floor tenant's noise, Lola confronted me. I got a makeover and reunited myself with my family and friends. I smiled back at Lola and hugged her. I always hugged Lola and Doris out of nowhere. They were my salvations. "Hey pipsqueak, don't be stealing my wife," Doris said in her laid back voice. I liked Doris. She was almost Lola's opposite. While Lola was excitable and hyper, Doris was more blasé. Doris had dark brown eyes, small curves with a tall lanky body, hazelnut skin, and her dyed hair color of the week was a deep red. Doris had this type of raspy voice that came from years of hard smoking and a tough exterior that she only shed around her close ones. "Hi Dorito," I said smiling. "'Sup, Ember," Doris said as she walked towards Lola and planted a kiss upon her head "December got a date!" Lola said bouncing. I nodded too, excited. "Awesome. Just...let me check out the guy when he gets here. I don't want another disgusting son of bitch mother fucker hurting you again..." I smiled and hugged Doris. "You guys...are just wonderful." I kissed both of them on the cheek with a goodnight and headed up stairs. Once I entered my apartment and changed into an oversized sweater, I collapsed onto my bed. I rolled around squeaking. "I am such a girl!" ** Jarred I couldn't keep the ecstatic grin off my face as I walked along the sidewalk. I had a date with December. The night crowd gave me weird looks as I walked down the block chuckling to myself and grinning like a mad man. I. Had. A. Date. With. December. No matter how much I said and thought those six words, I couldn't believe it. My phone playing Christina Aguilera's "Oh Mother" interrupted my reverie. "Hola Mami," I said as I picked up my phone. It was a weird habit that me and my mother had. We only spoke in Spanish to each other. "No me importa mierda 'Hola Mami'! Usted no ha llamado en casi una semana, ni ha visitado. Suerte yo no he empujada empanadas de la abuela por su garganta aún!" "Aye! Aye! Lo siento Mami. He estado muy ocupada con la escuela y crap. Amo?" Mother chuckled. "Disculpas aceptadas. ¿Ahora cómo han sido, amor? Conoces que tus primos están aquí?" "Los gemelos?" "Sí." I loved the twins. Nina and Trina were like my sisters, but they lived in the Dominican Republic. "Lo siento mami, pero Imma tienen para verlos en domingo. De cierta manera, estoy muy ocupada...uh...mañana." "What type of busy?" my mother spoke in English for the first time in our conversation. "A date...with this boy I really like." "Is he the February one?" I sighed. "No Ma, his name's not February – its December." We continued to talk until I got home. I finally compromised with the raging Dominicana and said that I'd come see the twins after I dropped December home. I took my keys out my pocket and was about to enter my apartment when I saw a heap of a person on the floor. When they looked up at me, I felt the overwhelming serpents of anger and sadness wrap themselves around my soul and heart. It was my ex Rhailey. I was enamored with Rhailey once, but that was then and this was now. His luminous green eyes looked like throw up compared December's and his brown hair that once reminded me of a chocolate river now reminded me of mud. Even his soft mocha skin that once reminded me of melted milk chocolate made me disgusted. I nudged the boney body that used to be full of firmness and life out of the way of my door. I unlocked my door and kicked away the hand that weakly grabbed my ankle. I walked inside and slammed the door. "Jaaaaarred! Baby, open the door. JAAAAARRED!!!" I tried to ignore the whiney voice that used to turn me on in bed. I heard scratching and banging on my door. "JARRED! OPEN THIS DOOR! Please baby! I'm sorry." I dropped to the floor, leaning against the door as I pulled my knees to my chest. "Shut the fuck up! Go away Rhailey. I'm done with you two piece crack whore ass." The venom in my voice even poisoned me. "Jarred....You son off a bitch! Of course I had to get a fix! Your half assed dick didn't do shit for me! I busted a nut faster just giving someone a blowjob for my shit." He sounded like he was sobbing. His voice was dry and scratchy, thick with tears. "THAT'S RIGHT EVERYONE! THIS FUCKING CUNT OF A MAN IS SHIT FUCK IN BED! JARRED! Open this goddamn door!" His voice was shrill...like a harpy's. My first love...became this. He became this monster, yet I found him completely, irrevocably hard to leave behind. ** I woke up the next morning a mess. Rhailey was in my bed. He spent two hours sobbing out my name mixed with how much he loved me and hated me while banging and scratching at my door like the worthless cat he was. I looked at him with pity and disgust. His face was gaunt and marred with cuts and dark rings under his eyes. The corners of his mouth were split along with his lips being chapped. I had had sex with him. The first love that killed my heart was the same person I just had sex with. Yet, as I remembered last night, I couldn't get anything but December out my mind. Not only had I had sex with a person that I can say, from the bottom of my heart, I hate while trying to build a relationship with someone, but I had used Rhailey and thought of him as December. "Mmmm, baby lastnight was wonderful," a naked Rhailey said as he woke up. He tried to grab me and kiss me, but I stopped him. "Ya...Y...You need to go," I said, my voice ragged with fear and unshed tears. "What? Is that anyway to treat your bitch?" "Get. Out. Please." "Jarred, honey, you don't want me..." "GET OUT!" I interrupted him. Fear passed through Rhailey's eyes. In a flash, he grabbed up his clothes and the door slammed after him. The only evidence of Rhailey being in my apartment was the scent of sex and guilt and, now, tears. To Be Continued~ Spanish Translation (Dominican Spanish) Hi mom I don't care about "hi mom"! You haven't called in almost a week nor visited. You're lucky I haven't shoved your grandmother's empanadas down your throat yet! Hey, hey! I'm sorry Mom. I've just been really busy with school and crap. Apology accepted. Now how are you love? Do you know your cousins are here? The twins? Yes. I'm sorry Mom, but I'll have to see them on Sunday. In a certain way I'm very busy...uh...tomorrow. A Sinner's Love: Redux Ch. 03 I'm soooo sorry for my hiatus. I've been busy and been barely able to touch my laptop. So yaaay chapter three! Still looking for editors and beta readers guys so any takers can just comment. ~*~*~ Chapter Three Jarred "Honey, you guys aren't even together yet," rationed Eddy. After the whole Rhailey thing, I had to call one of my closest guy friends. Edward was like the stereotypical ghetto, Dominican gay. You know, the guy with the really, well, stereotypical gay voice that has a tendency to speak Spanglish, really good with Spanish and has a noticeable Dominican accent, and almost always say phrases that usually start as "Aye Dios_________"? Yeah, that was Eddy. Despite him being a living breathing stereotype, he gives the best advice when it comes to life aside from my mother. "I know we aren't together, but...I dunno...I just-" "...Feel like you ended a relationship before it even started? Yea I know the feeling hon. Just explain to him when you see him today. Take a chill pill, erase that slut from your mind, and then fill it with pictures of rainbows and gay cherubs and tamales and all that other bullshit." I laughed, already feeling better. "You know what, Eduardo, usted es brillante y sólo aterrado increíble. ¿Cómo podía vivir sin su sabio consejo?" "You can't live witho-" There was a cry in the background, cutting Eddy off. ""Aye Dios! Estos fucking niños nunca dejen de luchar. Hey, apagar el infierno! " I'll talk to you later Jar, I gotta tend to Alejandro's little monsters. I swear the shit I do for dick...' "And that's when I hang up on you, honey. Later Eddy," I said with a laugh. "Adiós crazy." I hung up with Eddy. I felt better, but I just couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that if December wasn't an understanding person, I would never be able to really be with him. I couldn't help but agree with December -- I'm not sure if I'm the person that can give him everything he wants. My minds getting way too cluttered and I'll have to bug Eddy again at this point. With a sigh, I pulled the chopstick out of my hair and let it tumble down my back as went to the bathroom. ** December I made a growling moan sound when my phone's alarm woke me up at 12:30. I was tempted to go back to sleep until I remembered that I had plans with Jarred. I rolled out of bed and stumble-walked to my kitchen. Once, my coffee maker started gurgling and bubbling, filling the apartment with the delicious aroma of hazelnut and vanilla, I got to making a light breakfast of a toasted bagel with cream cheese and grape jelly. Taking my coffee and bagel with me, I walked to my art room. I'm an ambidextrous, so I switched up hands as I make quick, mindless sketches with my Copic Pens, drank my coffee, and ate. I ended up sketching Jarred with little hearts, flowers, swirls, and clouds around him. I checked the time and decided to redraw the sketch but neater and color it in. ** "FUCK!" I exclaimed, looking at the time. It was 2:00 by time I finished the drawing. I got so caught up in trying to make it perfect that I forgot all about my time restraints. I ran to the shower, tripping and face-planting into the floor. "God damnit!" I took the fastest shower I've ever taken and I cleaned and changed all my piercings even faster. I dried myself and put on cocoa butter to make my naturally soft skin softer. I ran to my bedroom and threw on some pink and lime green boxers with some low slung skinnies and a pink and black belt with bullets on it. I ran back to my bathroom and pulled a comb through my hair and put it in a high ponytail as I put on some liquid eyeliner. I ran back to my bedroom and put on my hot pink converses and a pink and black Nicki Minaj tee as I spritzed on some cologne. I found my skull wallet chain, clipped it to my jeans and wallet and slipped my wallet into my back pocket along with my phone, my studded cigarette case and a lighter. It was 2:45 by now. I touched up my black nail polish and put some nail enamel dryer on them. As a last minute resort, I grabbed the picture of Jarred, folded it up and slipped it in my pocket as I ran downstairs. I was nervous and ended lighting and puffing on a smoke. Just as I took my second puff, Doris came out side and smirked as she said, "Nervous?" I nodded. "Just chillax - it's only a date and he's probably just as nervous as you." Could Jarred be just as nervous as me? ** Jarred I hope I looked good enough for December. My hair was in its natural wavy state and I left it loose. I put on a long sleeve American Eagle shirt with a pair of tattered, faded jeans and some Union Jack Chuck Taylors. I changed my little gauges to ones with Gir from Invader Zim on them. As I got closer to December's apartment, I got more and more nervous. Maybe I should have taken my anxiety pills. By the time that I reached the corner of December's building, I was having a full on panic attack. I was queasy. I pulled a clove cigarette from my back pocket and lit it. I took a long, deep drag. I breathed in until my lungs burned for air and then I let out a giant puff. I knew these things were illegal, but they calmed me. I had boxes full of the clove-filled delights hidden in my apartment that my cousins smuggled in for me. With the sweet, heady scent of cloves swirling around me, I could think more clearly. December and I are not in a relationship...yet. Just tell him what happened and hope for the best. I chanted Eddie's words like a mantra as I walked to the front of December's. All my nervousness disappeared as I saw an incredibly hot, pink and black December leaning on the wall of his building talking animatedly to an androgynous lady. "Whelp seems like my date's here, Dorito," I heard December say. "Oh, thaaat's Jarred. I approve of him so far." I blushed as "Dorito" looked me up and down slowly. "Oh god, you're married!" December yelled, giggling. "Un momento," December said, holding up one finger at me. "Have fun, Ember. Don't do anything stupid," Dorito said as she stomped out the bud of her cigarette and walked inside the building. December skipped over to me with a bright smile. "Hey," he said. "Hey." "You ready to go?" I swallowed hard and took in a deep breathe. It's show time. "Uhm...okay...December. I'm a horrible person." A question mark floated above his head. "Last night...I uh...slept with my ex-boyfriend, Rhailey. He was my first love. He was the sun of my life and I just got burned by him...in the worst way possible. He was slumped against my door when I got home and he kept screaming and crying. I...I ended up letting him in...a...and I had sex with him. But, through all of it, I couldn't get you out of my head. I kicked him out in the morning when I came out of my haze. I broke down. I feel like I killed a relationship before it even started. I...I...Its okay if you don't wanna even look at me anymore." I was damn near breaking down and begging December to forgive me for my stupidity. December just looked at me. His chocolate eye and sea foam eye showed none of his emotions. ** December I stared at Jarred. I was shocked. What guy tells a person about their hook up session on the first date and is REMORSEFUL about it?! I couldn't help but chuckle. This guy is amazing...just amazing. "Jarred...you're so sweet I have diabetes," I said shaking my head with a smile. "What?" "No guy has ever or will ever do that. We don't even have a relationship...yet. But the fact that you went out of your way to tell me this and it affected you so much, is so...sweet!" "So, you're not mad?" "No. I'm not mad. I'm far from it actually." Jarred's eyes lit up brighter than the sun. He was happier than a puppy. Before I knew it, Jarred's suave, sexy self was back as he said, "Wow, I haven't even seen you naked yet and I've already rocked your world. I think that's a lot of 'December's Someone' points." "Shut up, you derf." I laughed as I playfully punched Jarred in the chest. He put on an adorable fake wounded face on. "So where are we going today, Jarred?" "Well, I figured I'd take you to Tutta Pasta. I love the place and their linguine carbonara is to die for." "Wait, isn't that place in Park Slope and aren't they expensive?" "First of all, it's fun to go on journeys even if they're only an hour," Jarred grabbed my hand and began walking to the train station "And second of all, you're not cheap December, so why would I take you to a cheap place?" I covered my inner flinch with an outward smile. I wonder if he'll think I'm so expensive when he finds out about my past... ** "Oh my god...I'm gonna explode." I struggled to bring another bite of Italian cheesecake to my mouth. 'This place is my new favorite restaurant." Jared laughed as the insanely Guido-esq, but nice waited dropped our check on the table. Just as I reached for the check, Jarred put his hand over mine, stopping me. "I'll pay the bill. My mama always taught chivalry," he said smiling. I couldn't argue. I was love drunk off of his smile and the warm, tingly feeling of having his hand over mine. I pulled my hand back slowly as Jarred paid the bill and gave it to our waiter. "Ready to go love," He said standing and offering his hand to me. I took it and stood up. ** Jarred Score for Jarred! Woot! I offered my hand to December and he took it. I'm getting closer to him. As we walked out of Tutta Pasta, he asked, "Where to next?" I had no idea and I voiced such. "Well how about we go to the 34th Street movie theater?" "Amc Loews?" December nodded. "Why there?" "Because their security is just fuckery and a bunch of what the fucks so we can see whatever movie without getting caught." "Woah...badass idea." He smiled and ran off. "Race you to the subway?!" December called back to me with breathless laughter. Oh you're on... ** December and I sat in an empty movie theater watching some ridiculous movie about Abraham Lincoln and vampires. It was our third movie of the day. We were picking gummies and popcorn out of each other's hair and clothing and giggling like school girls. "Oh come the fuck on! Really, the fucking civil war wasn't over land, or slavery, or greed -- it was over fucking vampires?! Blasphemy, my dear Jarred, BLASPHEMY!" December said half feigning annoyance. I just laughed at him. He had a gummy worm stuck above his top lip, giving him a gum-stache. He was stroking it as he made his little speech. "You are just adorable!" I exclaimed with a chuckle. "Fuck that," December started. "I don't wanna be adorable or cute. I wanna be sexy like Scarlett Johansson and Taylor Launter's love child would be." "I bet you could be...in the bedroom. But naturally you'd just be cute." Before I knew it, I was pounced on by a wild December. He straddled me and brought his face centimeters from mine. He smelled of gummies, mint, and something sweet that I just couldn't place. He grabbed my face and kissed me slowly, sensually. Slowly, he pulled away. With a laugh and a fox's grin, December said, "Now that wasn't cute was it?" I damn sure wasn't. This guy was the epitome of an adventure. ** December After the kiss, Jarred and I were a lot more flirtatious during our date...well between flirty and acting like idiot, hormonal twenty-year-olds. The moment we walked out of the stupid Abraham Lincoln movie, the innuendoes started. We had each other laughing so hard that we got cramps and tears fell down our cheeks. Laughing and in tears, we made it to Toys R Us. What person doesn't get excited when they see a huge Toys R Us?! That place became our battlefield as we ambushed each other with Nerf guns and any other toy we could find. Of course we got kicked out...we destroyed the poor place. We laughed as we walked to my apartment. "Wow, for once the city sky is clear." Jarred said. The stars reflected in his eyes beautifully. I really wanted to draw him. Speaking of drawing.... "Oh! Jarred I forgot that I drew this for you," I said as I handed Jarred the folded up piece of paper. He opened it slowly. Shock and admiration flashed through his eyes. He smiled. "Sooooo...." I was getting antsy. Did he not like it? "I don't know what to say....I love it December." I smiled back at him. Conveniently, a guy setting roses passed us. Jarred stopped him and brought a pink rose. "You know," Jarred started. "pink is for your crushes." With that, he handed the rose to me. A slight blush dusted his cheek whereas I on the other hand had the face of a fire truck. I took the rose from him and smelled it as I slowly slipped my hand down and intertwined my fingers with his. Hold Jarred's hand right now was unlike any other time that we held hands today. It held more emotion this time. Suddenly we were at my apartment. "Today was awesome, Jarred...the best date I've ever been on." "Really? Well maybe we could do it again sometime," Jarred said, hopeful. "Sure...I'd love that." There was an awkward silence and my lips tingled as I felt the urge to kiss Jarred. I noticed he was moving towards me, so I got up on my tippy-toes and leaned towards Jarred. Our lips touched lightly and softly. I wrapped my arms around Jarred's waist as his hands gripped my face. We deepened the kiss, his tongue entering my mouth. Our tongues dueled with each other and searched each other's mouths. We pulled away slowly. Jarred's eyes were darker, if that was possible, with lust. "Yeah...we should definitely do that again sometime." I said as Jarred chuckled. "You're a trip, hon." Jarred said shaking his head. "See you at school tomorrow?" "Yeah." "Goodnight December." "Later, Jarred." I said as I entered my apartment floating on cloud nine. Translation "Aye Dios! Estos fucking niños nunca dejen de luchar. Hey, apagar el infierno! ". - "Aye Dios! These fucking children never stop fighting. Hey, shut the hell up!" "...usted es brillante y sólo aterrado increíble. ¿Cómo podía vivir sin su sabio consejo?" - "...you're brilliant and just freaking amazing. How could I live without your wise council." A Sinner's Love: Redux Ch. 04 So like hey guys. Long time no see right. Took a little hiatus to get stuff together. Didn't write much, draw much, or really do anything creative other than sing. Finally I just go my mojo back and decided what better way to make a comeback than to post a new chapter to December and crew's chronicles! So I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry for the long wait. ~*~*~*~ Chapter Four December "WAKE THE HELL UP, CUNT!" I jolted out of bed with a start, breathing hard. I looked bleary eyed at a Camille that was angrily tapping her heel on the floor. "Do you...have any idea what the fuck time it is?" My voice was thick with sleep. "Yea I have an idea of what the fuck time it is! Do you?!" Camille picked up my phone from its charger and showed me the time. "Shit!" I said. It was 11:45 and class was about to start in 15 minutes. "Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!" I said as I scrambled out of bed. I tripped, but caught myself just in time. I took a shower and did all my bathroom necessities in record time. Cami picked out a killer outfit for me and laid it out on the bed. She threw a pair of boxers at me as she said, "Hurry up and put on some shorts. Don't no one but Jarred wanna see ya penor!" I blushed as I put on the boxers. I quickly slipped on the black, distressed skinnes, white loose tank top that said "FUCK IT" in big block letters and the pair of combat boots. Over all of that I put on a loose, oversized, but comfy charcoal cardigan. I grabbed my messenger bag and stuck my wallet, cigarettes, lighter, and keys in there. Then Camille and I were out. We ran the ten city blocks between my apartment and the campus. Camille was blissfully unflustered while I on the other hand was wheezing and perspiring. "What....the....fucking fuck...." I stopped to gulp in some air, "....drugs are you on that....enable you to run about a mile without getting tired....IN HEELS?!" "Well you know what they say about a girl who can run in heels without getting tired..." Camille replied with a little giggle. "Well I need to grow a vagina and start hitting the corners because this is some bull shit," I grumbled, finally catching my breath. Camille laughed. When we began walking from the gates to the school's steps, I noticed Camille's look. She had on a white v-neck tee, black skinny jeans, and black heels. She had on minimal make up and her hair was in its natural curly form and pulled back into a high ponytail. "They're torturing you today, huh?" I asked, referring to the fake go-sees that the modeling department did with the design department. "Yep," Camille started. She continued in a Russian accent, "Wear little to no makeup! Heels guys! No taller than five inches! No shorter than three inches! Look casual! Nothing showy! Keep your hair natural as possible! Perfect posture! Exude confidence! Blah, blah, fucking blah!" I laughed at her impression of Ms. Lornez. "She always gets more high-strung than usual whenever she has to impress people," I said chuckling. Just as we stepped onto the stairs, I felt a hand on my shoulder. With a start, I turned around to a smiling, pierced lip face. "Hey," Jarred said smoothly. "Holy shit tits," I said with a rush of breath. "Um...ew. I don't even think straight guys would find that sexy." I smiled. "Ahem," Camille was gesturing back and forth between me and Jarred. We were standing rather close to each other. "Uhh-" I started. "Shhh! Hold it. Me and you are gonna have a conversation later." With that, Camille strutted into the school. Jarred and I cracked up. "You didn't tell her about our date, huh?" Jarred said smiling. "Nope...not yet, anyways," I replied with a giggle. Our laughing died down and, slowly, Jarred began leaning into me. My eyes slipped closed as I got up on my tippy toes. Our lips pressed together in an explosion of sweetness. Jarred's tongue coaxed my lips apart and slipped into my mouth. The kiss became more passionate as Jarred wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We only pulled away because of lack of air and someone screaming "GET A ROOM!" I pulled away with a dark blush. "I...um...ah...yea...see you at lunch," I stuttered out. I kissed Jarred on the cheek and ran into the school. I was beyond late for class. I was sure of it when I slipped into the classroom and everyone turned to look at me. "Well Mr. Nuance, I see you've decided to finally join us today," Mr. Hardwick, my World Literature teacher said. "Oh...uhm...sorry Mr. Harda...wick," I stuttered out. Mr. Hardwick's nickname was Mr. Hardass because that's exactly what he is. "Whatever, December. Just get into your seat," he said dismissing me. I loped to my seat in the back corner. I quickly took out my pen and notebook, making as little noise as possible. I tried to focus, but I failed and just started doodling in the corners and margins of my notebook. "December!" I looked up, shocked to hear my name. "Uhh y-yes Mr. Hardwick?" "Would you like to explain to us how the relationship between Shahryar and Scheherazade can relate to a relationship today or in any other media?" "Uh...um...." Fuck I'm screwed. I stood there shaking and flustered with bright red cheeks. I was supposed to finish One Thousand and One Arabian Nights for homework and I was way too busy grinding on Jarred Friday and making out with him on Saturday. Why the hell did I take a Sunday class? All the teachers were asses on Sundays. Shorter day meant more anticipation for the end of the day. "Well...you see..." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Suddenly, I heard a giggle from the front of the room. I looked up to see Veronica Laurient giggling at my mortification. With her 5'7 model-esq form, dirty blonde hair and green eyes, and her DD implants, she was hot. But she was a bitch. A nerdy bitch. A slutty nerdy bitch. A slutty nerdy bitch who I wanted to stab in that little space between her collar bones with one of my sharpened paintbrushes. Veronica never liked me and Camille. Only god knows why. She sat there with an ugly sneer wearing her I'm-So-Cool-and-Such-a-Fucking-Hipster Ray Bans and her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. "What's up December? Was your mouth too full of Jarred that you didn't have time to read?" She said in her fucking annoying as shit valley accent. I looked at her shocked. "Close your mouth, hun. Dicks might get in...not that you would mind anyways. Everyone knows that you've been plotting on Jarred's dick. How much has he been paying to get you out of your slut shell?" And now I'm pissed. "You know what? Shut the hell up valley whore. You're just mad that you don't have a dick and you aren't Jarred's type. Oops I'm sorry. You don't have a dick anymore. Remember that thing mommy and daddy cut off when you were little, Hermie?" The venom in my voice had the whole class in shock. The perks to being related to the school bitch are that you know the worst parts of them. Yeah, Veronica's a distant cousin. Her mouth dropped and her eyes began to water with fake tears. "December I can't believe you would say that to your own cousin!" "Oh shut the hell up!" "DECEMBER!" Mr. Hardwick boomed. "I will not have such blasphemy in my class! Get out!" "Wha-" "I said out!" I packed up my stuff and stormed out the class. I looked back and saw Veronica smiling and waving at me. An anger that was so dark and suffocating bloomed in me and before I knew what I was doing, I burst back into the room and shoved the bitch hard out of her chair, savoring the sound of the hard thud her body made as it hit the floor. Before anyone had the chance to react, I left the room. I wanted Jarred. No, I needed him. I felt like the halls were closing in on me and I had a tunnel vision of red. "December!" I heard a familiar voice. I turned and saw Camille. The red haze lightened a bit but not enough. "December!" She called louder. I heard her heels clacking quickly on the floor. She grabbed my shoulder and I turned quickly, ready to blast her but I felt this calming sensation. My breathing began to relax and the red tunnel vision began to recede, but not the ache for Jarred. That was deep down in a spot on my chest. It felt like someone stomping on my heart. "Camille, I...I need to find Jarred," I said, my voice had a tone of desperation. What the hell was happening? "I know. Go find him," She said releasing me. I ran down the hall, towards the dance department. Camille I calmly took out my phone and dialed the number I had memorized quickly. I spoke quietly, knowing that she could hear me but none of the others in the school. "Hey...He's started...Yes...He's beginning to claim...Okay...I will...Later." I hung up my phone, giddy and worried at the same time. I began walking to my next station, whistling. So little time and so much to do. December I found Jarred in the dance room by himself, gracefully practicing an intricate ballet routine. I barged in, shocking him out of his reverie. He smiled when he saw it was me. "Oh hey Dec-" My lips crashed onto his, bruising both of our lips. I kissed him with all the feelings I had, kissed him so hard that our teeth clacked together. I kissed him until we were both breathless. I pulled back, panting. "December...what-" I pounced again, but this time Jarred pulled back, putting his hands on my shoulders. "December, what's wrong?" "Nothing..." I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me I just needed Jarred. He must have seen it in my eyes and understood because he pulled me back to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He walked us forward, pushing me against a wall and grinding our hardening members against each other. I moaned into his mouth. Jarred I didn't know what the hell was up with December, but that could wait. Right now he needed me apparently and I was going to gladly give myself to him. I moved December's arms from around my neck and took off his cardigan. He put his arms back as I slipped my hands under his shirt, loving the feeling of his skin against my hands. I ran my fingers up his spine and heard his breath hitch. Hmmm...I will file that information away for later. He pulled back and began kissing down my jaw to and down my throat, licking at my adam's apple. He moved over to my pulse point and began sucking and biting there. I knew he was going to leave a mark but I was in ecstasy, so I didn't care. He came back up and the look on his face was pure, unabridged lust. His pupils had dilated so much that all I could see were little bands of blue and green on his mix-matched eyes. His lips were redder than usual and puffy. I grinded against him and his eyes closed as his breath hitched into a moan. I began attacking his neck and collar bones, leaving marks in my wake, as he grinded against me. His moans began getting louder and louder. He was so loud that I kissed him hard to smother them. We were both reaching our peaks. Our grinding began to get harder, more frantic. I felt December's nails dig into my shoulders as he pulled back and called out my name in ecstasy and reached his climax. I bit down on the spot under his chin as I reached mine. We came down from our mutual orgasm panting, I faster than he. His head was lolling on my shoulder. From the looks of it, my hands were the only things holding him up. I gently slid him down to the floor and sat down myself, pulling him between my legs, his back against my chest. I slipped my hands under his shirt, gently caressing his stomach. "December," I started "Hmmm..." he said dreamily, his head resting on my shoulder. "You wanna tell me what was up?" "Honestly I don't even know Jarred. I'm too happy to care right now. I just wanna use my boyfriend as a pillow right now." "Boyfriend huh?" I said, a smile playing at my lips. "Yep." December said as he turned his head and placed a kiss on my collar bone.