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Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 01

By: soular



He was driving her crazy! Ten years of wanting that man. Ten years of admiring, loving and lusting after him. It's a wonder Sienna lasted all these years. In two days she would be 18 and she was determined to have him. She knew that his morals and his love for her father would keep him from touching her until then, but only two more days and his ass was hers!

She remembered the first time she laid her young eyes on him. She was only 8 and her father had a party at their house after SQT(SEAL Qualification Training). Sienna didn't know much about the Navy Seals and what they did, but she knew that her father always hated BUD/S training . She knew whatever it was they did, it was hard.

They had all completed training tonight and instead of going out for a night on the town where they surely would get wasted and fight...her father, LT. Jackson Branson decided to keep his boys safe and close. He knew all the hell the Navy put them through over the past few months would cause some to get rowdy as they celebrated. And he cared about his men. She had seen all of these movies with men in the military who were mean to their platoons or trainees. Her father was the opposite. All of his men respected him and only had high praises.

At first she was going to spend all her time in her room, but with the loud music, she couldn't concentrate and the smell of food from the grill started to waft through her window. So she headed downstairs. When she rounded the corner she ran into him and bounced back. He caught her in his arms before she hit the ground.

"Jesus kid, I'm sorry," he said in a deep voice. "You okay?"

She looked up into perfect green eyes. He was much taller than she was at her young age. Since her mother had left years ago, she never really read many fairy tales, but if she could ever imagine a prince charming, it was him.

"You alright, Sienna?"

He knew her name. Good thing, because she had forgotten it. He had dark brown hair, she thought. Or could be blond. She never could tell because of the close shave they gave the new Seals through training.

"Yes, I'm fine," she managed to squeak out.

He finally let her go and smiled down at her. 'Cute kid,' Brandon thought to himself. He knew that the Lieutenant was a nice looking man in that Denzel Washington kinda way that women seemed to like. Even being a straight guy like Brandon, he had to admit the LT was handsome. But he figured this kid took after her mom. He had seen a picture of the LT's wife once before in his office. She was a beautiful woman. Gorgeous in fact. She looked like one of the older black supermodels that he'd seen in magazines before.

"Well, the LT's been telling me a lot about you. Nice to finally meet you," he said.

Sienna felt so strange staring up at him. She was actually embarrassed. She wondered what her father had been telling him about her.

After a few seconds, Brandon grabbed her hand and led her outside.

"Hey LT, look who I found!" He yelled across the crowded lawn.

She saw her father stop his conversation and lower his beer to look at her. He smiled widely and motioned for her to come over. She didn't want to but this strong prince charming started pulling her hand as he walked swiftly over to her father.

"Ah, LT she's a beauty. You'll have to watch her in a few years. Keep the boys at bay," one of the other graduates said. He was a skinny tall kid with red hair.

"Oh God, don't I know it. Maybe the fact that my body is a trained deadly weapon can help," he said through a smile.

They all laughed. Sienna didn't really see what was so funny. She just stood there. She had been around her father's friends and Seals before, but for some reason this particular one who still held onto her hand made her nervous.

Her dad took her hand and pulled her onto his lap. "Alright gentlemen, this lovely young lady is Sienna Rose Branson." Her father then proceeded to point out the names of the men around her. "This is Terry, Jacob, Darren, and Brandon. And you know LT Jr. Grade Nick."

She looked around at the 5 men her father pointed out. Terry was the tall, skinny redhead who had spoken about her earlier. Jacob was a shorter, intense looking guy. Sorta stocky and full of muscles. Darren was a good looking black guy with a shaved head. But Brandon was HIS name. HE was her prince charming. He looked down at her and smiled again.

"My name is Brandon Temple, but you can call me BT if you want," he told her.

Later that night Sienna wrote on a pink piece of paper over and over Brandon and Sienna Temple. Sienna Rose Temple. She liked the sound and sight of that. From that day forth, she knew that she belonged to him. And would never belong to another. Her 8 year old mind went to sleep peacefully dreaming of Prince Charming.

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"What about this one?" Sienna asked her friend Lori while they searched through the newest hip clothing store in the mall.

"Too long. You want something shorter if you plan on seducing him tonight," Lori answered back.

Sienna shot Lori the most evil look. "Sshh," she whispered to her. "I don't want everyone knowing. You know how things get back to my father."

Lori rolled her eyes and continued to look through the racks.

"I found it!!" Sienna squealed.

She had been searching for the right outfit for over a month. You shouldn't take lightly the dress you were going to lose your virginity in. It was a peach colored, soft cotton dress that tied around her neck and had a low plunging neck line showing off her full C's that she was proud of. After all, it took them until she was 17 to reach their full size. She had been flat-chested all through middle school and most of high school.

Since the dress was made of soft cotton it hugged her tiny waist and full hips and stopped about two or three inches above her mid thigh. She knew her father would not approve. She had actually never worn something this sexy before. Every now and then when she knew Brandon would be over at her house, she would put on some booty shorts or her bikini. Nothing ever worked. He'd usually just glance at her and quickly smile then turn his attention back to her father.

Her father was no longer actively engaged as a SEAL, and now had a desk job. She hated it. Before, her father worked late and sometimes would be gone for weeks at a time. This elderly lady who lived across the street would babysit. Which was fine with Sienna. She felt like she had more freedom.

But it was always bittersweet. Her father's absence meant that Brandon was gone too. It scared her when they had to leave for dangerous missions. Half of the time she didn't know if they were just a few miles away or in another country. Brandon used to tell her that whenever there was war, that meant they failed at their mission. She then realized how many more wars could have been going on had it not been for men like Brandon and her dad. But the thought of him being hurt made her shiver. She wouldn't know which end was up if she ever got that morbid news. She realized she was daydreaming again and snapped back to reality.

"Oh, girl...that is so hot! Damn, and it looks so good on you," Lori commented. Sienna stared at herself in the mirror again She really did look good in this dress. The light peach color accented her caramel brown skin. She knew her father would be upset, but she didn't care. She damn sure wasn't wearing it for him.

"Okay, let's go," she said, as they went to the register and paid. Operation Get Fucked was in full progress.

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Her father was able to use the ballroom on base to host her 18th Birthday party. She was so excited. She and Lori had invited most of the senior class to her party. Her other friend's older brother from college came back home to DJ and the place looked amazing.

She also invited Brandon, Darren and Terry. She had grown fond of the other two over the past 10 years. They all stayed in the Navy Seal program and had been serving together ever since then. Darren was extremely nice to her all the time. She had a semi crush on him too, but nothing like her crush/obsession with Brandon. He was on her mind every night before she went to bed and every morning when she got up. She couldn't count the times that she had pleasured herself thinking of him. She would massage her wet clit and stroke her fingers in and out of her pussy until her legs shook and she came while screaming his name into a pillow.

She wanted to wait until Brandon was there before she made her grand entrance. She felt like a princess. Like she belonged on the show Sweet Sixteen. Except the only gift she wanted was him. She was sitting in the kitchen waiting for Lori to give her the signal. Lori burst through the kitchen doors.

"He's here. So is your dad. And Sienna..." she said lowly.

"What?"

She shook her head from side to side. "Damn girl, he looks so fine! He's not in uniform. Just a white polo shirt, jeans and clean white sneaks. Damn!"

Sienna immediately got wet. She didn't want this to happen so soon, but she could feel the dampness between her legs. Everything about that man drove her crazy! His voice, his 6'3 chiseled swimmer's frame, his laugh...everything. But then she snapped back to reality again.

"My dad?!" She screamed. "What the hell is he doing here? He said he would stay away!"

"I don't know, but they're all waiting on you. Come on!" Lori said, practically dragging Sienna down the hall.

When Lori opened the ballroom doors, a flood of blue lights and music hit Sienna at once. The DJ stopped the beat and yelled into the mic, "There she is, looking fine as hell. Happy Birthday, girl."

She was bombarded with her friends from school, all wishing her happy birthday and hugging and kissing her. She mindlessly chattered with some of them while looking over their heads for Brandon. He was over in the corner talking with her father. She was just about to excuse herself from the conversation when she noticed a tiny blond woman in a short black dress saunter over to Brandon. She lifted his arm and put it around her neck. Brandon didn't stop to acknowledge her, but he didn't remove his arm either. Sienna felt like she'd been punched in the stomach. She stood there staring over at them, in a trance. He had the nerve to bring some whore to her birthday party!

The chatter began to cease as the DJ put on a slow mix and couples joined on the dance floor. Sienna walked to the side of the ballroom. She noticed several young guys staring at her. She knew what they had on their minds. She figured this dress would work. It had to. But now, she'd have to work even harder if he brought someone with him.

Her father and Brandon were still talking when her father turned to her and was about to wave, but he stopped and frowned. Sienna gulped loudly. She knew why he was frowning. This was the kind of dress that was in Victoria's Secret Catalogs and he didn't want to see it on his only baby girl. Brandon turned to see what had taken her dad's attention away. She started walking toward them and she could see the smile slide right off Brandon's face. She could feel his eyes scanning over her body and clothing or lack thereof. She suddenly felt naked.

When she reached the party of three, she noticed out of the corner of her eye the young blond woman staring at her and glancing over her a few times. She looked like she was in her mid twenties and she wore too much makeup. Her blond hair was an obvious bottle job, but her face was pretty. Sienna couldn't look Brandon in the face just yet. She stared at her father for a second. Commander Branson wasn't good at confrontation, so she knew he wouldn't say anything right then, but she would catch hell later.

"Hey baby, happy birthday," her dad quietly said.

"Thanks, daddy."

Sienna knew HIS eyes were burning a hole through her. She knew she had to acknowledge him sometime. She took a deep breath and turned to him. His eyes were a piercing green and narrowed just a bit. If you didn't know him, you wouldn't be able to tell he was angry, but Sienna knew better. She had studied his face for years, and she knew every slight change in it. He was mad. No, he was pissed the fuck off!

"Hey Sienna, happy birthday," he muttered through clenched teeth. He didn't bother to introduce the girl. She decided to chime in anyway.

"Yeah, happy birthday missy. 18 is a fun one. Finally legal!"

She noticed Brandon tense up and squeeze the girl's shoulders. Her mouth formed an 'o' like she was about to say "ouch", but the expression on his face shut her up.

"Thanks, BT and...," Sienna searched for her name.

The woman looked up at Brandon, as if to see if it was okay for her to give her name. When he didn't take his eyes off Sienna, she turned slowly and said, "April".

"..and April, thank you for coming."

The silence was painfully uncomfortable. Her dad stared over to the kids who were no doubt trying to spike the punch, April stared down at her dress and picked some imaginary piece of lint from it, and Brandon continued to stare at Sienna. She stared back, trying not to look away first, but she lost. She felt self-conscious and folded her hands over her chest, which was on display for everyone in the room.

She was not going to let him make her feel bad on her special day. If he only knew that she had worn this dress for him and that later that night he could tear it off of her. She decided to be bold. She held her head up high and looked him straight in the face.

"BT, since it is my birthday, mind giving me the first dance?"

He stood there for a minute, not changing his face. April stared incredulously at her, and her dad smiled awkwardly.

"Sure," he muttered through tight lips, and walked past her to the center of the dance floor.

He stood there with his hands on his hips, neck craned, looking up to the ceiling, waiting on her to follow. She turned on her high heeled sandals and walked toward him.

When she reached him, he stuck out his arms to grab her waist. More roughly than she would have imagined. He wasn't looking at her, but over her. She placed her arms around his neck and tried to get his attention, but he refused to look at her.

"I hope you're having a good time. The DJ is new, but--" was all she got out before he interrupted her.

"What are you doing?" He asked. He still was looking over her head. But he was breathing rapidly through his nose.

She didn't know what to say. She knew he was talking about the dress, but she decided to play dumb.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't fuck with me, Sienna. You know damn well what I'm talking about. You embarrassed the hell out of your dad wearing this outfit."

"It's my party and I can do whatever---" she stopped mid sentence again, as he squeezed her waist with his strong hands. She had only seen him mad once before in her life, and it was scary, but also turned her on in a strange way.

He stared down at her and flexed his jaw. His eyes burned with irritation...and lust? No, her eyes must be playing tricks on her. She saw his eyes briefly lower to her breasts and then slowly they traced a line up her neck, to her lips, then her eyes.

"Do you know what all the guys in this room are thinking? When a girl wears a dress like this?" he asked.

Sienna was so lost in his eyes she failed to notice the malice dripping off his words. "No, what?" she managed to get out, while still staring into his eyes.

"They think she's a slut," he whispered into her ear.

That word was like a bucket of cold water being doused on her. Her mouth dropped open. She released her arms around his neck and tried to push his shoulders away, but his grip tightened on her. She couldn't believe he called her that. She felt her eyes glass over. But she refused to cry in front of him. She only wore this dress for him to want her. Didn't he know that?

He leaned down again, and whispered in her ear. "And you're not a slut, are you?" He stated it as a fact more than question. She shook her head no, but felt like she couldn't move any other part of her body.

"That's right, you're not. So I don't ever want to see you in public in some outfit that barely covers your tits and ass. Wouldn't want guys getting the wrong impression." Then he looked her straight in the face and said, "Because then I'd have to kill them." He said it so seriously that she shivered. He released her and turned his back and walked back over to April, who was sitting in a chair looking very bored. He grabbed her hand, said a few words to Sienna's father, shook his hand and then walked out without so much as glancing in her direction.

In Sienna's mind, the party was officially over.

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"Oh fuck, BT! Gawd...fuck me harder..oh, oh, oh!!!" April screamed, while on all fours in the middle of his bed, with Brandon fucking her from behind. He had her short blond hair in one hand and his other hand on her small tit, squeezing hard. His body was so tense, he was trying to fuck her pussy into oblivion to get some release. Both of them were covered in sweat. He didn't care if his dick would be sore after this. He was fucking her hard. The bed slammed up against his wall with every thrust. He knew he was using April, but he really didn't give a fuck.

He was trying to calm himself down since that fucking party. He couldn't believe she had worn that damn dress. When she walked, the dress barely swished over her ass cheeks. She had the best ass he'd ever seen. If he were honest with himself, he began staring at it when she was 16. She was about 5'6 and had the best toned caramel thighs. Small waist and beautiful tits that were just a handful for him. Jesus, this girl was driving him crazy.

As soon as he saw her, he wanted to drag her out to his car and fuck her up against the hood. In the past, he had imagined making love to her, but tonight...he wanted to fuck her. Hard. He wanted to own her..claim her body as his. And if he was thinking that, he knew what all those young punk assholes were thinking too. Normally in front of her father, Jackson, he had always maintained a cool distance to Sienna. Never letting on that she affected him. He respected her dad too much. Jackson had singlehandedly changed his life. Brandon felt he owed his life to him. He would do anything for that man. He was definitely the father that he never had.

Brandon never knew his real dad, and when he was 6, his mom decided to leave him with his aunt when she went to work. She never came back. He stayed with his uncle and aunt in Boston until he was 17. They were horrible to him. On several occasions his uncle took to beating his ass every night for some reason.

Until one day when Brandon fought back. He had just taken a beating from his Uncle Harold, and when his uncle went into the kitchen to grab a beer, Brandon smashed his little league bat across the back of his head. His uncle immediately fell to the ground. Brandon just stood there looking over him, unaffected by the blood that was seeping out of his head. He calmly grabbed the phone and dialed the police. He told them what happened. When the ambulance got there they rushed his uncle to the hospital. He was unconscious but still breathing.

His aunt wanted to press charges, but one of the police officers who knew Harold and thought he was a piece of shit, warned his Aunt Sara that Brandon had hit him with the bat in self defense. Which was easy to claim from the busted lip and bruised eye that Brandon had suffered at his uncle's hand from earlier that day. Aunt Sara had no choice but to let it go, but when they returned home she put all of Brandon's clothes out onto the stoop.

His face was on fire from embarrassment as she cursed, to the high heavens, the day he came to live with them. Neighbors came to their windows to stare and people passing by on the street slowed down. He had never been so humiliated. He grabbed some of his things and put on his tough exterior that he knew he had mastered in order to survive, and left.


Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 01



After that he squatted at different friends' houses. He had wanted to drop out of school, but it was almost over, and he figured it was better to have some piece of paper to show for all those years he'd spent in this government made jail. After school, he got a job working part-time at Burger King. He knew then his life sucked. But to make some extra money on the side, he and his friend Kevin would steal cars and take them to chop shops. That paid pretty well.

He and Kevin had a one bedroom apartment they shared with Kevin's girlfriend Nina. When Kevin was at work, Brandon and Nina would fuck like rabbits. He wasn't really attracted to her and couldn't figure out what Kevin saw in her either, but pussy was pussy. And when he wasn't having sex with her, some random local girl would do.

He no longer really cared about people. His so called friends were okay, but he knew none of them would care much if he vanished off the face of the earth. His father didn't care or know about him, his mom left him, his uncle abused him and his aunt kicked him out. He would sometimes get on pity parties and go through self-destructive phases. He and Kevin would get so drunk and start shit with guys in bars. He would bust people's windshields on their cars with bricks. He would dare anyone to fuck with him. Maybe if some asshole did get enough balls, someone could finally put him out of his misery.

It was one day while he had just left from fucking Nina, and was waiting at the bus stop for Kevin, when he saw a bus pass by. It wasn't his usual bus, but it was the sign on the side of the bus. It was one of those be all you can be posters for the army. He had never entertained the idea. He knew he could never do something like that. He had seen movies...there was no way in hell some Sarge was going to get in his face and tell him to kiss his ass. Brandon knew his temper. He'd punch the guy in his goddamn face. But then Brandon thought about his life here in Boston. Bean-town was a hard place to live at times. It was all he had ever known. And it was all pain.

Later that night, he was surfing through the channels. Nina and Kevin were in their room going at it. He could hear her panting that he was so used to. She was close to coming now he smirked to himself. He stopped at a program on the Discovery Channel about Navy Seals. Shit, what they were doing looked so hard, but also really bad ass.

He saw that their training facility was in California. Right then and there he decided that's what he wanted to do. He started packing his shit(which wasn't much). It actually all fit in one small duffel bag. He wrote a note to Kevin. 'Hey man, I'm out. If you ever get the urge to leave this shit hole, come look me up in Cali. Peace. BT'

With his duffel bag in hand and 306 dollars in his pocket, he threw his key on the table and walked out. It was funny..the air smelled different to him. He walked quickly to the bus station and bought a one way ticket to Coronado, California.

"Oh fuck, baby!" April's annoyingly shrill voice brought him out of the past. "Damn baby, that feels so good," she cried as she looked back at him. He could feel his balls start to tighten. Truthfully, he just wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up so he could come, but that was the old him. Jackson had told him that if he wanted to make it in this world, he had to reign his temper in. He knew it was good advice. Would probably save his life one day.

Before meeting Jackson, he treated girls like shit, and wanted to fight guys all the time. But when he got to Coronado, he enlisted in the Navy Seals Program. He never thought he could make it through BUD/s. Jesus...even the thought of it made him sweat. That was the hardest shit he had ever done. Much harder than any missions thus far. He remembered them telling the trainees during cold weather training to piss on themselves to keep warm. He never thought in a million years he could do it, but he did. And the running, swimming (or drowning to be more accurate), starving and sleep deprivation. Many times he wanted to tell them all to kiss his ass, but it was his LT who kept him from doing it. When he had first met Jackson, he seemed like a gentle man. Not like the other LT's he had met. He had warm eyes and smiled a lot.

After a fight with another trainee one day, Jackson pulled him aside and told him that his possibilities were unlimited if he learned respect and discipline. He talked to him like a father to a son. Brandon for the first time realized that someone believed in him. He had never had that before. And Jackson never seemed to mind that this hotheaded young man who was causing problems was white. He still treated him like a son.

"Oooohhh!!!!!" April screamed as she shuddered and fell to the bed, bringing him back from his memory. Brandon went with her and continued to pummel her pussy until he felt that tingling sensation and released his juices into the condom with a grunt. He laid on her sweaty back for a few seconds, then rolled off of her and removed the used condom. She laid there a few minutes not moving. He was about to tell her he had an early day tomorrow when he heard the first snore. 'Fuck,' he thought to himself. The old Brandon would have woken her ass up anyway and sent her packing. He stared down at her with resentment. She wasn't the woman he wanted tonight. It was HER. Always her invading his dreams.

When he had first met the Commander's daughter, she was only a little girl. So cute. She had shiny thick jet black hair and big brown eyes and a cute pouty little mouth. As he began to spend more time with the Commander he started to treat her as if she were his little sister. He had never had one, but figured this was as close to one as he would get. He knew that this cute little black girl had a crush on him, but it didn't faze him. He laughed at her attempts to get his attention.

He would be in the Commander's study going over strategies and he'd see her peek in. He knew it was way past her bed time. When she thought he wasn't looking, he'd suddenly look up and wink at her. She would jump back, startled and take off running up the steps.

Even when she got a little older, she would try to hold his attention by bringing up worldly subjects that he knew she really didn't care about. But he would play along and pretend to be interested and ask her questions.

BUT...as mother nature always does...she changed and grew up. Before she was this skinny flat chested little girl. But around that certain age that girls blossom...and she blossomed in all the right ways...he began to notice. He noticed that her shorts became tighter and shorter and molded her beautiful tight bubble ass. Her tits defied gravity and always teased him through her shirts. Yes, he had many cold showers thinking about that body. But she was the Commander's daughter. He would never ever touch her.

Plus, he knew her type. Because she was the Commander's only child, and a daughter, to boot...so she was spoiled rotten. She got whatever she wanted. She would flirt with him in her designer shoes and handbags. She would stomp her little perfectly pedicured feet and pout her lips when her father wouldn't cave in. On several occasions he had to force himself to leave for fear of saying something he would regret when she threw her temper tantrums in front of him and her father.

He knew what she needed, and that was a paddle to her ass, and he was more than willing to give it to her. When he had been in Boston, he knew girls like her. Spoiled little rich brats. Of course they would fuck him, because he knew how to take them into euphoric worlds that their preppy boyfriends didn't even know existed. But take him home to daddy? Fuck no. And he resented them for that. And secretly he resented Sienna. He knew not only was he too old for her, but that he also wasn't good enough for her. Sure he had made a name for himself in the Seals, but he was still a misfit broke white boy from the poor side of Boston. Nothing more.

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"So he called you a slut! Oh, he must really like you," Lori said as she wiped the nail polish off her toes.

"What? Why would you say that?" Sienna asked.

"Because, duh, he was jealous."

Sienna thought about that for a second. Maybe he was. She would catch him every now and then looking at her. He would quickly turn away, but sometimes too late. She had seen the look in his face. She used to love to tease him. She took every opportunity she got when her father wasn't watching. She remembered one time when he was sitting on their couch watching TV.

Her dad had run to the grocery store for some extra hamburger meat for dinner that night. She walked into the living room and laid down on the floor right in front of him pretending to watch the program. She was wearing a bikini top and white terry cloth shorts from Victoria's Secret Pink College collection. She loved that damn store. The shorts were so short and had LOVE written in pink on the back of them. At first she kept her legs together, but as she pretended to be more interested in the show, she began to spread her legs. She thought she heard him moan. Maybe it was her imagination, but she would keep trying harder.

During a commercial, she slowly raised up on her hands and pushed her butt in the air while she lowered her elbows to the carpet pretending to stretch. She heard him moving on the couch. She wanted to turn around so bad to see what he was doing, but honestly she was a little nervous. This was the most obvious thing she had ever done. She had almost built up enough courage to turn around when she heard her dad's car door slam. When she looked back, Brandon was already half way down the hall. He turned and went into the bathroom. She sat up Indian Style as her dad came in the door.

"Hey pumpkin, where's Brandon?" He asked. He always called him Brandon instead of his nickname that everyone else seemed to use.

She shrugged her shoulders and slowly ascended upstairs.

Another time she could remember was when she was 16 and he had been helping her dad build a deck for the backyard. Her father had left again to get more materials, so Brandon went to lie down in the shade underneath a tree. She had been watching him from upstairs. Her father had been wearing a wife beater and jogging pants. Although the military kept him in shape, he was an older man and getting just a little soft around the edges.

But Brandon...he only had on a pair of loose fitting athletic pants. His bare chest was beautiful. Perfectly defined. He wasn't overly muscular like some body builder, but more like a swimmer or model. He definitely had a six pack. And with his pants hung so low on his body, it might even be an eight pack. And she was definitely inspecting closely.

When she walked out into the backyard, she quietly walked over to him. His eyes were closed. She was pretty sure he was still awake since they were used to sleeping light when on missions. She never got to sneak out of the house because her dad was the lightest sleeper she knew. Brandon's hair had grown out over the years. He still kept it short, but was enough for her to bend down and push it away from his face.

She kneeled over him for a while, staring at his face. He had light freckles on his shoulders. You could barely see them. She assumed working in the sun made them easier to spot. His lips were also beautiful. Pink. Not too big, and not too small. Just perfect. He had long, dark brown eyelashes. She couldn't help herself. Before she could stop it, she leaned down and kissed him.

At first it was a timid peck for fear that he would wake up. But when he didn't, she kissed him a little harder and licked his lips. She was about to pull away when his eyes opened. Her eyes opened even wider in shock and fear. He just stared up at her. She felt so embarrassed. She jumped up and ran back into the house. When she got to her room she glanced out the window, but he was gone. She leaned out of the window to see if she could see him, but he was no longer in the back yard. Then she heard it. She heard someone walking up the stairs.

It was him! He stopped outside of her room. She could see his shadow underneath the door. Her heart stopped. Was this it? Was he about to come in here and fuck her senseless and claim what was his? She held her breath.

But then she sighed as she heard his footsteps retreat and practically run down the steps. She heard her father's voice call out for him. He answered him and they went back to work. She laid on her bed breathing hard. She slowly ran her hand down her body and into her pants. She closed her eyes and satisfied herself while listening to him talk to her dad.

Getting back to the present, Sienna sighed. "I don't know if he's jealous. I mean, he brought that woman to my party. He obviously doesn't really care what I think. And honestly, why would he? He's 28, a Navy Seal, hot and can get any girl he wants. Why settle on some 18 year old black girl with a crush on him."

"Come on, your race has nothing to do with it. Hell, it might even turn him on. Plus, don't act like you aren't hot stuff miss thang. You were way cuter than that broke down girl he brought. Did you see the way all the guys were looking at you?! Especially Marcus. His tongue was wagging out of his mouth," Lori laughed. "You need to keep that dress forever!"

Sienna laughed, too. She really did like the dress. And if it could evoke those kind of emotions out of Brandon, then it somewhat did the job. Fuck it, she thought. The night wasn't over yet. She hopped up from the bed and put the dress back on. Damn it if I'm not going to follow through with my plan, she thought.

"Where are you going?" Lori asked her.

"To get fucked by my prince charming," she answered, as she snuck out her window and down the ladder. Lori just shook her head and continued to do her nails.

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Sienna knew it was a little bit of a hike to get to his house, but she didn't care. She was a woman on a mission. Several cars slowed down and asked her if she needed a ride. All men, of course. She politely thanked them and said no. One car with two guys, one white and one Mexican, wouldn't leave her alone. They followed her for a while. She started to think this was a bad idea. She hadn't even grabbed a jacket. She folded her arms in front of her again and told them to leave her alone or she would call the cops. They followed her a little bit longer, daring her, so she got out her cell phone and pretended to dial. They eventually drove off.

When she reached his house, she stopped briefly to catch her breath. This is it, she thought. No turning back now. She was just about to knock on the door when he opened it, wearing nothing but his dark jeans, unbuttoned, and a shocked look on his face, an unlit cigarette between his lips. He obviously didn't even know she was there. He had just come out to have a quick smoke, and there she was, as he almost ran into her. She was lucky that his eyes had adjusted quickly, because he was about one second from swinging at the intruding figure on his door step. But when he looked down and saw her standing there shivering in that DAMN dress, he almost lost his shit. 

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He asked her, this time his voice raised much higher than it was on the dance floor.

"I, I...um," words seemed to stick in her throat. When she first saw him, there was shock in his face, which was very quickly replaced with anger. Pure anger. His hands were balled into a fists. His breath became shallow and quick.

Before she could stutter any further, April came to the door. She had his white polo shirt on and panties. Her hair was sticking in different directions. He never took his eyes off Sienna. She stared at the woman longer. 'Of course,' she mentally scolded herself. Of course he wouldn't be alone tonight.

"What's she doing here?" she asked. They both ignored her. After a moment, Sienna knew she'd have to forfeit. She felt like a fool. He always seemed to make her feel that way.

"I'm sorry. I'm leaving right now. I'm so stupid," she muttered. As soon as she could turn around she felt herself being lifted off the ground and hauled into his house. Her short dress rose up above her butt cheeks. She screeched and went to pull it down, but not with much luck.

April started protesting immediately.

"What the hell?!" she said. "What are you doing?!"

He dropped Sienna on the couch with a thud. Her whole body shook as she landed not so gracefully. "Owww, BT! What the--," she started, but the look he gave her silenced her immediately. He then turned to April. She had this crazy look in her eyes. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she screeched at him. He stared at her for a few more seconds, then went to his bedroom. April and Sienna both looked down the hallway at him like he had lost his damn mind.

When he emerged from the back, he had all of April's clothes and purse in hand. He shoved them at her. She stood there a minute, dumbfounded. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his temper. "April," he finally said, "I need you to leave. I will call you tomorrow, but I need you to leave for now, okay?"

She didn't say another word. She was silently throwing daggers at him with her eyes. She pulled off his polo shirt and stood there topless in front of both of them. Sienna looked down, but Brandon stared at April's face and tapped his foot for her to hurry up. She pulled on her tight black dress and slammed the door on her way out.

For a brief moment, Sienna was glad she was gone, until he turned around and looked at her. Then fear started prickling her spine again. He turned his back to her and put his hands behind his head. She couldn't be sure, but she swore he was counting backwards from 10.

When he hit 0, he turned back around. His eyes were a little more calm, but still showed he was pissed.

"What are you doing here?" he asked calmly.

"I wanted to see you," Sienna admitted quietly.

"She wanted to see me," he repeated to himself.

"Okay, grab your keys. I'm taking you home. I'll drive behind you since I'm going to have a little talk with the Commander," he said, as he was looking for his keys, also.

"I don't have my keys. I didn't drive," Sienna said.

He looked up at her and then walked over to the window. "Who dropped you off?"

"No one, I...I uh, walked here."

He stood staring at her for a long time. She could swear he didn't move an inch. The only movement she could detect was the throbbing of the veins in his neck.

"You walked from your house to my house in that dress?" he asked incredulously, through clenched teeth. Sienna was scared to say yes, but she slightly nodded her head.

Then he exploded. "You FUCKING walked all the way here in that fucking dress?!!" he screamed at her again. "Goddamnit, Sienna, motherfucker!!'

She jumped back on the couch. She was scared, but she wasn't going to let him talk to her like that. Her own father didn't talk to her that way and he damn sure wasn't her daddy.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" she said a little more shakily than she wanted. "I don't have to answer to you. You're not my father," she yelled right back, raising her voice to match his level.

That was it. He knew at this moment he had lost his mind. He could see himself doing it, and he couldn't stop. He was about to teach this spoiled little piece of hot ass a lesson. He grabbed her and pulled her down on the couch with him. He pulled her over his lap and lifted her barely there dress to her waist.

Sienna tried to sit up, but he pushed her head back down. The knot tied in the back of her halter dress had come undone and her tits were almost hanging out. He couldn't see them, but she could feel her bare nipple rubbing up against his jeans. But his focus was on her ass. This was part of his torture. She had on a black thong. He gently rubbed his hand over her two smooth brown globes before he smacked the hell out of her ass. It made a loud crack in the quiet house.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 01



Sienna jumped with the first spank. "Ah..No!" she screamed at him, but he wasn't listening. He was too far gone. He continued to wear her ass out. The caramel flesh was turning red in some parts. She had been screaming for him to stop but he noticed her screaming turned into a light moan. She quit struggling against him. He continued to assault her young ass with his stinging blows. After the last smack, he dropped her to the ground and leaned back against the couch, calming his breathing. She slowly got to her knees and began rubbing her butt trying to stop the fiery feeling that was painfully creeping up her backside. Tears were streaming down her face. She couldn't stop those either. She was trying to pull her top up but couldn't stop wiping her face.

He felt like an asshole for making her cry, but he tried to convince himself he was just trying to teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget. When he heard her sniffing, it was like a swift kick to his gut. He didn't mean to get that carried away. His hand was actually bruised, so he knew he had hurt her. Well good, he thought. Maybe she'll stay away from me now. She can do so much better. He looked up at the ceiling.

"Sienna, please grab my keys and go wait for me in the car."

She didn't look at him, but she quickly and quietly got his keys and went out the door. He continued to stare up at the ceiling. He had three months until she left for college. Damn, this was going to be a long summer. 



Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 02



The car ride on the way back to Commander Branson's house was quiet. Sienna wouldn't look at Brandon. She kept her face pressed up against the glass staring out of the window. Brandon kept glancing at her. She hadn't moved.

He wanted to say something to her, but he wasn't quite sure what he could say. He also couldn't help but stare at her legs. That damn dress was dangerously close to riding up her thigh and giving him a show.

He tried to keep his focus on the road, but chanced another glance at the riding hem of her dress. Big mistake. When he glanced up at her face, she was staring at him. And not just staring at him, but she looked like she was trying to channel all the hate she could into her eyes and sling it at him. Her face was tear stained and her puffy lips were turned down in a frown. 

He tried to smile at her to lighten things up, but he couldn't manage one. Finally he blew a sigh.

"I can take care of that for you," Sienna offered lowering her eyes to his semi hard erection.

When his eyes followed her path and it clicked in his brain at the same time, semi was replaced by full blown hard on.

"What?!" he choked out.

"I've seen guys get boners before because of me. Just wanted to know if you wanted me to help you out."

Brandon flexed his jaw again, and he couldn't help but think of some little bastard pointing his intruding cock at Sienna. And then the thought of her 'helping' them out made his blood boil.

But Brandon had to chuckle to himself. Commander Branson had wanted him to visit the shrink on base so he could get rid of his past demons and look to the future. Said it was the only way he could reign in his quick violent temper and force it into positive energy or some shit like that. 

It didn't work because Brandon didn't consider himself one of these flaky guys who liked to talk about his emotions. For him, they were locked away in a deep chest buried at the back of his mind and that's where they would remain.

But the shrink did teach him some techniques to control his anger. Normally, he just liked to drop people. One quick hit to the bridge of the nose and they would fall to the floor and grab their face. The blood usually scared them and anyone else who would have tried to jump in on their behalf. But now, he'd count backwards from ten and breathe. Worked sometimes. Other times, blood was necessary.

But what caused Brandon to chuckle was the fact that Sienna seemed to piss him off more than anyone else he had ever met. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

But he decided to call her on her bluff. Someone really needed to teach this young woman a lesson and obviously her still bruised ass didn't do the trick.

He pulled his Jeep over to the side of the road.

Sienna kept staring at him wondering what the hell he was doing. He removed his seatbelt and turned to her and rested his hand over her headrest.

"So...you ready to help me out?" he said through a smirk.

Sienna gulped praying he didn't hear it. She tried to maintain her straight face, but inside she was panicking. She wasn't sure if she was ready. Not like this anyway.

Brandon slowly licked his lips and ran his eyes down her body, resting on several parts that made her shiver.

"Get in the back seat," he whispered.

Sienna was frozen. Nervously she smiled and tried to search his eyes to see if he was serious. He looked serious.

"I, uh...well, I didn't mean it like that," she stuttered.

"How did you mean it?" he asked twirling his fingers around a strand of her hair.

"I just meant, um...I mean that--"

He cut her off, "I know exactly what you meant." He put the car back in gear and sped off.

"I'm not one of your little high school boyfriend playthings. Don't fucking come at me like that again if you can't back that shit up," he continued in his Bostonian drawl.

He glanced back over at her and she was staring out of the window again. He hadn't meant to get testy with her but she needed to learn.

After a few minutes of silence Brandon decided to speak.

"Okay, since you're not going to say anything, I have something I need to say. I'm sorry about what happened back there in my house. I got carried away. And if I hurt you, I'm even more sorry."

"Do you want me?" she asked and turned back around for his answer.

Of all the things he was expecting her to say, THAT wasn't it. And he didn't know how to respond. If he said, yes...then it would encourage her. But if he said no, after tonights little display, he'd seem like a liar. He chose to be brutally honest.

"Of course I want you Sienna. What man wouldn't? But that's all it can ever be. Just want. I can't have you," he answered quietly while looking straight ahead.

"Why not?" Sienna asked, more inquisitive than mad.

"Well, the Commander for one. You know he's like a father to me. And this would betray his trust in the worst way. I couldn't stand to look at his face if I ever let him down. That would kill me." Even just thinking about Commander Branson not trusting him or being his confidant put an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Sienna sat quietly for a moment thinking about his answer. Then she turned back to stare out of her window. "But you don't mind killing me," she replied more to herself than him.

Brandon took another deep breath and decided to turn on the radio and drown out the sad silence they both were forced into.

When they reached her house, he barely had the car parked when she jumped out and slammed the door. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her father sitting on the steps. She was too tired and emotionally drained to deal with one of his moral speeches. She walked up the steps and right past him even though he had called her name.

Brandon stared at the Commander for a second before he got out of the Jeep. Jackson looked tired. He rubbed his hand over his face and five o'clock shadow. He gave a weak smile to him as Brandon strolled slowly up the steps to sit beside him.

"Hey Commander. Long night?"

"Yeah. Very. So where was she?" he asked already dreading the answer to that.

"Well, she uh, she walked to my house," Brandon answered sheepishly.

He knew what Jackson was thinking. It was no secret to either of them that his baby girl had a crush on Brandon, but now that she was a beautiful and sexy young woman, it was getting harder and harder for both of them to pretend it didn't matter.

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine," Brandon lied.

Jackson just sat there for a moment staring out into the driveway. Brandon was about to leave when he heard him speak again.

"It's just that...I don't know what to do with her sometimes. I...hell," he whispered.

Brandon leaned back against the steps. He knew it was hard for Jackson to say anything touchy, so when he did, Brandon always listened. Actually, he listened to him all the time regardless. He had never really had much respect for anyone in his life until he met the Commander.

Jackson continued, "She has so much of her mother in her and it scares me. She looks like her, she has her free spirited fighter attitude. But I don't want her to be like Dara. But I see her going down the same path. Dara always wanted everything the world had to offer. I was never enough, but I was okay with that. Just being with her made me feel special, but after awhile, your love for someone can't carry an entire relationship."

Jackson had to stop for a moment. He had tried hard over the years to forget his past relationship.

"When she ran off with that guy, I wanted to kill her. For leaving me, for leaving our baby. That guy was no good for her and now she's all damaged goods. On drugs last I heard. How does that happen? She was such a sweet girl when I first met her all those years ago. Just like Sienna is now."

Brandon didn't know any of this. The Commander never talked about his wife. Brandon sat in silence and continued to listen.

"I'm so scared that I'm going to lose her one day. She's so naive and impulsive and she's constantly doing things that scare the hell out of me. Like she's daring the world or something. God, if anything ever happened to her, I'd die."

Brandon looked out into the front yard thinking of how he would feel if something happened to Sienna. The thought paralyzed him. He couldn't bring himself to think of any harm coming to her. Not his Sienna. His thoughts were interrupted by the Commander.

"I'm sorry Brandon, it's late. You should probably get back home. Thank you so much for watching over her. As always."

Brandon got up and smiled at Jackson.

"Not a problem sir. Just glad she's safe."

Brandon walked to his jeep and then thought about something else. "Oh, hey Commader!" He yelled back at him before Jackson entered the house.

"Yes?"

"Please find that dress and burn it," Brandon said with a smile on his face.

The Commander smiled back at him. "With pleasure."

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Lori was in her bed asleep when Sienna came barreling through. She pulled the dress off and put on a thin shirt and got into bed. Lori turned to ask her a question right as they heard a knock on the door.

"We're sleeping, dad," Sienna yelled through the door.

"You just got in there. Let's not wake Lori up. Please come to my study, we need to talk."

Shit, she thought. This was easily racking up to be the worst night of her life. She just wanted to go to bed and dream that it never happened.

"Now young lady," he quietly whispered through the door.

She threw the covers off and grabbed her white shorts and snatched the door open. Her father was standing there staring at her. He turned and walked back to his study. She begrundginly followed.

When they reached the study, he sat down in his chair and leaned back. He calmed himself before he spoke to her. She stood with hands on hips staring at him. A smile reached the corner of her mouth when she noticed that Brandon did that same thing when he was pissed at her. He'd look up towards the ceiling as if begging the Gods to please tame his anger.

Her father finally looked back down at her. "Sienna...what's going on?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"That's not a good enough answer honey," he said while lightly tapping his fingers on his desk.

She could tell he was nervous. He was always nervous when they had their little talks. She knew this was hard for him. These were things that mothers did. Not fathers. Their talk about sex had been a funny one. He called her into his study when she was 13.

"Now, you know about boys and all that stuff, right?" he had asked her.

"Yes," she lied to avoid being utterly embarrassed at the thought of her father discussing sex with her.

"Okay," he answered quickly and went right back to work.

That was the extent of their 'sex talk'. Obviously, she had a lot to learn. So for those little details, she would learn from her girlfriends who had potty mouths and were the more 'experienced' girls in her school. She knew deep down that she was a good girl, who would play at being bad because it was fun. She liked to tease boys. Or men. Most of the boys at her high school would flirt with her but that was about it.

They knew who her father was. They were scared of him. They didn't realize her father was just a big old soft teddy bear and would never hurt anyone. Actually, if she were being truthful with herself...it was the lion they needed to watch out for. Brandon was the dangerous one.

On occasion the Commander couldn't pick her up from school, so Brandon would come in his place. Her heart would flutter when she'd see him pull up in his black Jeep and park in front of the school. 

All her girlfriends wanted him. They would go over to the Jeep and flirt with him as she slipped into the passenger side. He would talk to them in his thick Boston accent that seemed to melt them even more. He wasn't like the soft friendly guys out here in California. He was darker and harder. Maybe it was an east coast thing. But whatever it was, it made her friends melt.

Lori was her best friend and had known her longer than any other friend. She supported her crush on Brandon, but would frequently remind her that it wouldn't work. She felt that the Commander would never allow it. Sienna knew that her father loved Brandon like a son, but that would cause a unforgivable rift.

"Is it me?" her dad asked bringing her back from the past. "Am I not a good father?"

"It's not you dad," she answered honestly while digging her toe into the carpet.

"You seem to be restless and irritated all the time. I know I don't say much and have never been the overly affectionate type, but I do notice things. Especially when they are with my only child."

She really didn't want to do this now. She was tired, emotionally hurt and her ass was still raw.

"It's only us baby girl. I am all you have and you are all I have. I need you to talk to me. Let me know what's going on in that pretty head of yours. Please."

She didn't answer him. She didn't know what to say. SHE didn't even know why she acted a certain way sometimes. Maybe it was hormonal. One of her friends had gotten on birth control for hormonal reasons, which only turned her into an even bigger bitch, so Sienna opted against that.

When she didn't respond to him, Jackson sighed. But he knew what this could be about but he just wasn't ready to go there yet. But knew he had to.

"This is about Brandon, isn't it?" he asked quietly.

Sienna couldn't bear to face her father. If her skin was white, she would have turned bright red. She wasn't ready to talk to her father about that either. It was a given that she had a crush on him, but she and her father never tested those waters of talking about it. He would just shake his head or roll his eyes whenever he caught her staring at him, or vying for his attention. But now it looked like she had to face it. And so did he.

"Honey, Brandon is a grown man. He's 28," he sighed and leaned back again. "I know you have a crush on him, but he's like your older brother, you know."

Sienna snorted. "You don't know anything," she replied.

"Then tell me."

She stood staring at her father. She was not going to let him reduce her feelings for Brandon down to some stupid teenage crush. She knew it was more than that. And even if Brandon wasn't ready to admit it, she knew it was more than that for him too.

"I'm tired. Can I go to bed now?" she asked.

Jackson sighed again. "Sure. Sleep tight."

With that, she turned on her heels and stomped out of the room.

When she walked out of the room, Jackson started to feel strange. He felt a sharp pain in his hand that rolled up his arm into his chest. He grabbed his heart and tried to stand up but slumped over the desk knocking everything off in a loud bang against the floor.

Sienna heard the crashing noise and went running back to her fathers study. When she opened the door, she saw him leaning over his messy desk.

"Daddy?!" she screamed as she ran to him.

"I'm fine baby, I just need to go to the hospital," he whispered.

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Brandon paced back and forth at the hospital. LT Nick Dennison was there also. Or just LT as he was known by his men. Nick had told the other men that the Commander was fine but just needed rest. So one by one they eventually left. All except Brandon of course. And he had no intentions of leaving until he could see Jackson.

Sienna sat on the hospital bench looking at Brandon. He was trying to remain calm, but she knew her phone call to him earlier that evening had scared the shit out of him. He had on his poker face, but his constant walking back and forth gave him away.

When Sienna called him, he was halfway back to his place when he almost flipped his jeep trying to turn back around. The doctors had told him that the Commander had suffered a mild heart attack. That is was nothing to worry about, but they needed to run some tests.

He glanced over at Sienna. He knew he was looking at her with evil eyes, but he couldn't help himself. Part of him was blaming her for why Jackson was laying in this cold hospital anyway. He knew when he had left, Jackson was worried and stressed about his daughter. And no doubt probably tried to talk to her, but obviously it didn't go well.

Sienna looked away from him. She didn't know what he was thinking, but again, he looked pissed at her. Well hell, she thought. That makes about 3 or 4 times that he's managed to be mad at her in the same day. Think that's a new record.

Finally the doctor came back out and broke Brandon's gaze.

"We just got some of the tests back and he'll be just fine. As we mentioned before, it was a mild heart attack due most likely to stress. We have to wait a little while longer for his blood test, but we are pretty confident that he can be released tomorrow morning."

Brandon blew a sigh of relief and Sienna slumped a little in her seat for the first time since she'd been there.

"At this time, anyone who's a part of his family, can go back," the doctor continued.

Sienna got up and walked towards her fathers hospital room. Brandon began walking back with Sienna when a male nurse stopped him.

"Sir, it's only family right now," he stated with his hand lightly resting against Brandon's chest.

"Step the fuck back and get your hand off me," Brandon growled at him.

The male nurse jumped slightly and quickly removed his hand. Nick shook his head and walked over between Brandon and the potential target of his aggression.

"Thank you, we understand. He's just a really important man to us, but we will wait until visiting hours," Nick told the poor young nurse.

Brandon huffed and turned his back. It took everything in him not to bulldoze right by and go in anyway. And he would probably punch that motherfucker in his stomach for stopping him to begin with. He considered himself apart of Jackson's family. But Nick outranked him, so he resisted.

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

Sienna stared at Brandon's back from his kitchen. 

When they had left the hospital, she told him she didn't want to be alone. So begrudgingly he took her back to his place. He had gotten out of the car without saying a word. 

He walked to his cabinet and pulled out some vodka. He poured himself a shot. Downed it immediately and then took another. He leaned up against the counter dangling the glass over the sink. Sienna jumped when he let the glass drop.

He walked past her, took off his white shirt which he had worn almost two days in a row and headed to his bedroom. He changed into another shirt. Jesus it was hot in his house. His air conditioning had been broken for weeks but with summer now approaching, he needed to get it fixed.

When he came back into his living room, she was standing in the kitchen washing his dishes. He wanted to tell her to stop, but he was tired as hell and didn't feel like doing them himself. He went to sit on the couch.

Sienna turned around and dried his shot glass. His back was tense and his head was resting in his hands. She knew he didn't want to talk.

She walked over to him and stood in front.

"BT?"

He didn't answer her.

Sienna got to her knees. He seemed to look right past her. She tried to remove his hands but they were like steel bands.

"He'll be okay BT. The doctor said so," she offered.

Brandon continued to think about everything. He thought about losing his "father" and how lost he would be. Completely alone. He felt stressed and...horny? He kept flexing his jaw. His teeth even felt tight.

He glanced down at Sienna. She was wearing a white tank top and tight short trendy black vest and an even shorter jean skirt. She must have thought she was going on a fashion shoot when the ambulance arrived. That pissed him off too. A lot for some reason. What the fuck was wrong with him?




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 02



He wasn't sure why, but he quickly grabbed her wrist in each of his hands. The sudden move scared her. He stared at her nervous face. Then a small bead of sweat fell from her neck to her chest and slowly slid down between her round caramel breasts. Shit.

Again, he could see himself doing it, but fuck if he could stop it. This isn't how he wanted it to be with her. It should be in a soft bed with plush pillows and soft satin sheets. Not on a hard dirty floor in a hot ass house. And her first time shouldn't be with him. He had always assumed she was a virgin. At least she better fucking be is how he looked at it.

He pushed her onto her back and fell in between her legs. He began kissing her. Hungry messy kisses all over her face and neck. This girl made his senses crazy. He couldn't think of shit else while he was on top of her.

He ripped the buttons from her vest and pulled her flimsy white tank top and bra up and over her head. She immediately covered her full breasts with her hands. She bit her lower lip and that action alone made him even crazier. He couldn't get his pants down fast enough.

Sienna couldn't believe it was happening now, this moment she had waited for since she was old enough to understand what sex was. He was being rough but she didn't care. She was so nervous, but felt it best to just take his lead on everything.

Once he finally kicked his jeans and boxers down he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift movement. His fucking dog tags almost choked him in the process, but they clanked back against his chest. He slid her jean skirt down her legs and flung it across the room.

He scanned over her body for a brief moment. Damn, this girl was beautiful. This is the body that had been torturing him for quite some time. God, if he didn't get inside of her right now he was going to embarrass the hell out of himself and spray her stomach right then.

He knew it was a mix of emotions causing him to act so crazy. Normally he always kept his composure, especially around women. He never let any of them know they had gotten to him. And actually, none ever had until Sienna.

Brandon leaned over her and began kissing her. His sweet tongue invaded her mouth. She could feel his manhood pressing up against her white cotton panties, which were quickly becoming soaked. There was a lot more down there than she was expecting to feel. 

She had only seen men's private parts on TV. Never in real life. She kinda wished she could see it first now, but every time she would lean up he would push her back down.

He reached one hand in between them and quickly pulled down her panties. He rubbed over her wet mound for a few seconds and couldn't take it any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed.

He let out a moan and her whole body tensed up beneath him. He could feel her breathing quicken. Fuck, he knew he was hurting her and he wasn't even 1/3 of the way in yet. A better man would have stopped immediately. Asked her if she was okay and wanted to continue. A better man would have said loving things in her ear while he tried to take it slow. A better man would have told her to go home the moment he saw in her eyes what she wanted.

Better man be damned...he couldn't--wouldn't stop.

He began pushing further into her. He had to close his eyes and curl his toes because she was so tight. Really fucking tight. He felt her tiny hands push against his chest, but he couldn't think of anything short of an earthquake/hurricane/tsunami tag team that could make him stop right now.

Sienna knew it would hurt. She had heard her girlfriends talk about it. 'Yeah girl, it burns a little' is what they would say. Fuck that, she thought! This isn't burning, this is ripping! She couldn't even catch her breath. He was so big and hard on top of her. Immovable. 

She tried to whisper for him to give her a second, but she was pretty sure the words got stuck in her throat. And even if they hadn't, the look in his eyes told her that it would fall on deaf ears anyway. So she tried her best to ignore the pain and wrap her arms around his neck and hold on.

As soon as Brandon bottomed out in her, he had to give himself just a moment. She felt so damn good. Better than anything he'd ever felt in his life. His dick felt like it was in a warm tight glove made especially for him. He opened his eyes and saw her staring up at him. She had a single tear that had rolled down the left side of her face and into her hair. He leaned over and kissed the trail where the tear had fallen and then kissed her lips again.

But he needed more now. He began to slowly pull out and push back in. Her arms tensed around his neck. She closed her eyes. But it still wasn't enough for him. He began to piston in and out of her. This is what he needed. This is what would make him feel better. That's all he wanted...was just to feel fucking better.

Sienna couldn't breathe. She tried to hold onto him as much as she could, but the pain was throbbing in her pussy. She would never admit this to him, but at one point she started to feel sick. To take her mind off of the pain she started to count the number of times his dog tags jingled over her. The cool metal felt good against her skin.

Brandon unwrapped her arms from his neck and pushed them to the floor above her head. He held them there with one hand and roughly massaged her full soft tits with the other hand. He was getting close. With her hands above her head and him fucking her as hard as he was, her tits jiggled up and down turning him on even more.

He could feel it coming, that tingling sensation that started in his head and traveled to his other head. Or vice versa, he never could tell which started first, but it didn't matter. He began fucking her so hard that he knew his knees would pay the price from carpet burn.

Her mouth began to open like she was about to say something, but then she closed it back.

They could both hear the hum from the lawn mower across the street and a few cars passing by. And the noises floating around in his living room were his grunts and the wet sounds of his dick pumping in and out of her moist pussy.

Sweat was trickling down his back and over the sides onto her. His hair was soaked and dripping into her hair. His balls began to tighten and he fucked her even harder, as impossible as that seemed.

"Aah..fuck!!!" Brandon yelled while he began to pour his come into her tight pussy. He kept pumping and coming, feeling as though it would never stop. "Jesus," he moaned to himself as his lower half still moved in and out of her in a slow steady rhythm.

When he finally felt like every drop had been delivered, he collapsed on top of her. He knew he was heavy, but his arms felt like Jello right now. He couldn't move.

When he finally let go of Sienna's hands, she wrapped them back around his neck. Her whole body was aching. He was lying still on top of her now. She could only feel his solid chest rising up and down and he was breathing loudly by her ear.

After a few minutes he rolled off of her and onto his back. She glanced over at him. He was staring at the ceiling in deep thought. And whatever thought it was, it wasn't good.

Brandon started to get this sick feeling rising up in the pit of his stomach again. The Commander was still sick in the hospital and here he was fucking his daughter. Something he had promised himself he would never do.

He leaned up and began looking for his clothing. He had to get out of here. He couldn't be around her any longer. He searched around the floor for his boxers and jeans. With the blinds closed, it was dark and he couldn't find his shirt, so he walked to his bedroom and pulled on a gray cotton one.

Sienna couldn't believe he had just left her on the floor like that. He hadn't said a word to her, just started putting on his clothes.

When he emerged from the back, she had to ask, "Did I do something wrong?" She was lying on the floor with her knees pulled up and her arms resting over her breast again.

He wouldn't look at her, but instead was searching around for something.

"Um, no. I..uh, fuck where are my keys?" was the only response she received from him.

Sienna pulled her white tank top on minus the bra and slid her short jean skirt back up minus the panties. Oh, just getting to her feet hurt. Truthfully, she wanted to go to the bathroom and double over from the pain in her stomach and pussy.

Brandon was still searching around his house for his keys. He could feel her eyes on him, but he needed air. Space. Something. He just needed to leave before he fully processed what he had just done.

"You know, we didn't do anything wrong. I'm 18 and this is exactly what I wanted," Sienna stated. She was now sitting on the couch, arms folded across her chest. In her mind it had been what she wanted, but maybe not exactly, now that the pain was still aching through her body.

He grabbed his keys from on top of the TV and turned to her. "This shouldn't have happened."

"Well I'm glad it did happen," she said. She stood up and walked over to him and put her arms around his waist. He didn't move. 'Well, that's a start' she thought to herself.

She looked up into his eyes. He looked down at her. At that moment, she knew this was who she wanted to be with forever. She loved him. And felt that he should know that.

"Brandon...I love you. And I know you'll think it's just--" was all that she got out before he began pushing her away.

"No, no, no, no, no....don't...don't do that. Just--don't fucking do that," he said and walked away from her to stand by the door.

"We need to go. I'll take you home or back to the hospital," he said.

"I'm not leaving until we talk," she said.

"What, what the fuck do you want to talk about?" he asked irritated.

"I--," Sienna tried to explain before he stopped her.

"Are you on the pill?" Brandon asked, interrupting her. His mind was racing.

All the women in his life he'd had sex with and he had NEVER forgotten a fucking rubber. And actually he hadn't forgotten this time, but he knew he couldn't stop to put one on anyway.

Sienna stared at him for a few moments and then down at her feet. She shook her head no.

"Shit, what the fuck am I doing?!!" he screamed and threw his hands up. He flung open the door and walked out.

Sienna was so confused. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This isn't how she had expected any of this to happen.

She walked to the door, locked it and walked out.

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Back at the hospital Brandon and Sienna sat three chairs apart until the nurse said they could go see Jackson.

Brandon followed behind Sienna. When he walked in the room, the Commander was sitting up reading a newspaper. He pulled his glasses off and smiled.

"Weren't you two just here about an hour ago?" Jackson asked.

"Yeah, but want to make sure they are treating you okay," Brandon answered. "Because if they weren't, I'd fuck them up sir. With all due respect."

That made Jackson laugh. "But really, I don't want you two worrying. I am completely fine. Actually I'm bored as hell, so hopefully I can go first thing tomorrow morning."

Brandon just shook his head and Sienna stared at the IV her dad was hooked up to. Neither one would look at the other.

Jackson Branson wasn't a rocket scientist but he wasn't a dumb man either. He had run several missions in countries that had no easy way in or out. He had pulled last minute escape plans out of his ass to save his life and the lives of his men. And he was extremely good at reading people. Something was amiss with Brandon and Sienna.

He looked back and forth between the two. Sienna wouldn't look at him and Brandon was trying very hard to act like nothing was wrong. He was really good at it because he was trained to be, but Jackson was better.

"Sienna, could you please get me some ice?" Jackson asked.

She nodded her head yes and walked out of the room.

Brandon finally smiled at him.

"So Commander, any of the nurses hot?" he smirked at him.

"Is everything okay?" Jackson asked, ignoring Brandon's question.

"Yes sir," Brandon answered. "We were just thrown for a loop with what happened to you. But I'm fine. And Sienna will be too."

Jackson unintentionally narrowed his eyes. "She seemed fine when she first came to see me."

Brandon and the Commander stared at each other for a moment before Sienna entered the room again and broke the brief awkward moment between the two of them.

*

Part 3 Coming soon!!!

--And thanks for the wonderful comments on Part 1. Hope you all enjoyed this one just as much.

Soular 



Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 03



When Sienna walked back into her father's hospital room with the ice bucket, she noticed that she had walked in on a stare down, between her father and Brandon. They both quickly turned to look at her but neither had seen her hesitate at the door briefly before she walked back in.

"Well, I'm going to take off. Did you need me to take you home?" Brandon asked her.

"No, that's okay. I'll call Lori. She was wanting to stop by anyway."

"Alright."

Brandon wasn't sure what to say to Jackson, so he quickly said bye and walked past Sienna and out of the room. He took a deep breath when he walked into the waiting room.

'Fuck' he thought as he silently continued to curse himself. 

When he pulled up into his driveway, he sat there for a few minutes thinking back on earlier that day. Sienna had felt so good wrapped around his cock. He had never seen her so timid and shy. He was used to her being a bossy spoiled little bitch, but lying underneath him had changed all of that. He had to admit, that brought a smile to his face.

But it was quickly replaced with the thought that he had taken her virginity, not used a condom and broken Commander Branson's trust. He felt like a dick. 

He slowly got out and walked into his house. He collapsed down on the coach. His whole body was tired. Stress was a bitch. He reached for the TV remote but came into contact with something soft. He picked it up. It was Sienna's white cotton panties. They had a thin strap connecting each side of the cloth like a bikini and each string had a tiny little pink bow. Damn they were sexy. And not in that sex kitten type way, but in a simple girlie way. 

But then that thought made him feel like a pervert. She was only 18. Actually, had only been 18 for a little over 24 hours. But then again, she was legal he rationalized with himself.

He lifted the panties to his face. At first he just wanted to feel how soft they were against his skin. But then, he brought them closer to his nose and smelled. She had the sweetest scent he'd ever come in contact with. Yep, he was a pervert.

But the thought that she was so young and was the Commander's daughter started fucking with him. He had no right wanting her. She had known him more than half of her life and had grown up with him treating her like an older brother would do. He was supposed to be kicking guys asses that tried to do what he just did.

This was really going to hurt. Her especially because she wouldn't understand. But he had to stay away from her. Completely away from her. He just prayed he would be strong enough to do it.

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3 weeks had passed since Sienna had last seen Brandon. It was the longest she had ever gone without seeing him. Actually he had been gone longer while on a mission but she knew he wasn't on any assignment this time. He was deliberately avoiding her. She was used to him visiting their house a few times a week. 

Her dad pretended that it was normal for him to be gone this long and kept himself locked in his study for the most part. Sienna also tried to pretend that is was normal but inside it was killing her.

She wanted so badly to eat her pride and drive over to his house. She wanted to kiss him and tell him everything was going to be okay. 

Even though their first time together wasn't the most gentle time, it still made her wet thinking about him on top of her pushing and sweating. His perfectly toned body in between her legs. The thought crept into her mind of how many women he had been with. She was sure quite a bit but tried hard not to think about that. 

Another thought did creep into her mind that 3 weeks ago being her first time ever, that maybe she wasn't good and that's why he hadn't been in a rush to see her again. She tried to shake that thought also, but he had probably been with many more experienced women who knew how to rock his world. All she did was lie there like a log.

God, the more she thought about it the more pathetic she sounded. She should have done some porn star move or something. But it hurt so much, she was just trying to not concentrate on the pain. It did feel good too, but the pain this time overruled the good. She knew if she had a second chance with him, she would make it better.

Damn she missed him so much. But she refused to sit around and mope any longer.

So here it was Friday night and Sienna was waiting on her date. Marcus had been asking her out for months and she had always declined because she belonged to Brandon. Even if no one but Lori knew. But since Brandon wanted nothing to do with her, she decided to play his little game as well and tried to want nothing to do with him either. 

She finally accepted Marcus's invitation. They were going to the movies and to hang out at his friends house afterward.

"Damn you look good," he whispered to her when he picked her up.

She was wearing a short black strapless dress with black flip flops. She had her hair pinned up with a hot pink flower on the side by her ear.

She smiled at his compliment and got into the car.

"So, is this a scary movie or action movie?" she asked as he got in and buckled his seat belt.

"Well, you'll just have to wait and see," he winked at her.

When they pulled up to the theater it was packed. The billboard said Dead Reaper 3. Uh, this is a horror movie she moaned to herself. She never liked them and now Marcus was going to see what a big baby she really was.

As they waited in line, Marcus put his arm around her waist. Sienna felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't ask him to remove it. 

Marcus scanned the long lines. "Damn, I hope we get tickets," he said looking ahead. She craned her neck to see the ticket counter.

"Sienna," a deep voice whispered next to her ear.

Sienna jumped and covered her mouth to muffle a scream. She quickly turned around in Marcus's arm and came face to face with HIM! Marcus followed suit to see what had startled her. 

Oh, he looked so good, Sienna thought to herself. He had on a dark blue visor beanie with a dark blue vintage tee and denim jeans. His hands were shoved in his pockets. The small visor from his beanie cast a slight shadow over his face making his emerald green eyes even more menacing. Sienna couldn't read his expression. But remembering his breath on the back of her ear as he whispered her name made her body shiver.

Brandon had seen her walk up to the line with that fucker. At first it seemed as though they were just friends until that asshole put his arm around her tiny waist. He saw red. Blood red. And that irritated him because he shouldn't have gotten so upset over that. This kid was obviously her age and she SHOULD be out having a good time. But still, he wanted to snap the kids neck.

Earlier that day he and Darren had been bored as hell sitting around his house drinking and playing cards. Finally they both got fed up and just decided to see a new movie. At least there was some new horror flick showing. 

So they hopped in his Jeep and drove to the nearest theater in town. He was about to tell Darren 'fuck this' as they stood in the long line until he saw her. And damn if she didn't look fine as hell in that strapless dress. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Darren suggested they say hi.

So they switched lines and broke in front of everyone until he reached the position behind her. He stood staring at her neck for awhile. With her hair swooped up he could see how beautiful it was. Even her fucking neck was beautiful. He was crazy. 

His mind drifted to a few weeks back when he had been kissing that neck. He quickly shook the thought from his head and stared down at the fucker's arm which was wrapped around Sienna. He wanted to grab his wrist and squeeze to hear the bones crack, but he resisted temptation.

Instead he had leaned down and whispered her name.

Sienna scanned his face. He kept looking from her face to Marcus's arm and back. 

"Hi Brandon," she managed to say calmly even though her heart was pounding. Sienna turned to Darren, who must have picked up on a vibe because he looked really uncomfortable. "Hi Darren."

She had always liked Darren. He was a good looking guy. He and Brandon were about the same age. He had a beautiful chocolate color tone and smooth face with chestnut eyes. I'm sure most of the girls around were staring at those two when they walked together. One white, one black and BOTH fine.

"Hey gorgeous, how are you?" he asked trying to force a smile.

"I'm good. Oh, um..this is Marcus," she inserted as Marcus cleared his throat and slid her closer to his side.

It was a small gesture and most wouldn't have even noticed, but Brandon noticed. His jaw tensed.

Marcus reached up to pound Darren's hand. Darren accepted. He turned to do the same to Brandon, but Brandon never took his eyes off Sienna. After a second Marcus put his hand down. He sized Brandon up as if to say, 'It's like that, huh..'

The silence between the four of them was interrupted by the ticket teller. "Can I help you?" she asked in an annoyed voice.

Sienna spun back around, "Oh, yes. I'm sorry. 2 for Dead Reaper 3." Sienna was about to pay when Marcus pushed her hand away and threw a 20 dollar bill at the teller.

"I got it. Don't want my baby to have to pay for anything," he said smiling down at her. He said 'baby' loudly. Darren coughed behind them.

Marcus wrapped his arm around her shoulders and quickly led her in the theater.

Brandon just stood there a few seconds. He felt sick. He wanted to grab her and throw her over his shoulder and carry her away. That prick was SO lucky. Brandon finally relaxed his fists. He had balled them up when that bastard said 'baby' to his baby. 

"What's wrong man?" Darren asked.

"Nothing, let's go," Brandon said as he took his ticket and walked inside. This was about to be a long fucking movie.

Sienna was trying hard not to look at the theater entrance, but she wondered if Brandon and Darren were coming into this particular movie. Her question was quickly answered when she saw him walk in, followed by Darren. They walked up the aisle and Sienna lost sight of them. She wanted so badly to turn around to see where he had sat.

But Marcus was watching her closely.

"Who were they?" he asked.

"Oh, they work with my dad. Or used to. They are Navy Seals," she said trying to sound uninterested.

Marcus shook his head and glanced back at them.

"Why is the white one staring at you?" he asked when he turned back around, obviously aggravated.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up. So he was staring at her. Shit, she wished she had eyes in the back of her head. But then she thought about his disappearing act. Fuck him. He had her feeling sick for 3 weeks! She would stand strong.

Brandon tried hard to ignore her when they walked in. He couldn't. He stared down at the back of her head until that prick turned around and cast an evil glance in his direction. 

He really wanted to drag him out and whoop his ass in the parking lot. Old fashion ass beating like he would have delivered back at South Boston high school. The thought made him smile.

The lights eventually went down and the previews started. Sienna was trying her best to concentrate but she couldn't. Her throat was dry. She needed something to drink.

"Hey Marcus, I'm gonna grab me a Coke. Want one?" she asked.

Marcus was so engrossed in some comic book action movie trailer he just shook his head yes without taking his eyes from the screen.

Sienna got up and quickly walked out. She chanced a look in Brandon's direction and saw him watching her. She tripped over something but ran down the theater hall and out into the lobby. 

It felt much cooler out here. She scanned the room for the women's restroom and saw it located near the arcade. She quickly made her way over.

She walked in and turned to the mirror to check her hair and makeup. Even with the heat and her obvious flustered state, she still looked decent. She walked into a stall and peed really quickly. She heard a few girls giggle as they walked out. She opened her stall and screamed. She immediately covered her mouth. 

There was Brandon leaning casually against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, ankles crossed and staring at her.

"Don't worry, it's locked," he said, reading her thoughts.

Sienna walked to the sink and looked at herself again in the mirror and fixed a strand that had fallen down. She tried to act unaffected even though she had been startled.

Brandon watched her fix her hair. He hadn't meant to follow her out, but he couldn't help himself. She glanced at him in the theater as she was leaving...as if she were silently calling him. He sat there for a minute until he couldn't bear it any longer. He told Darren he was going to buy a drink. 

When he saw her run into the women's bathroom, he originally was going to wait on the outside, but again, he couldn't control himself. He walked right in and saw a group of girls coming out. They giggled at him and quickly ran out.

Sienna turned from the mirror. "You know this is the women's bathroom," she said with one hand leaning on the counter. She tried to look bored. She hoped it was working.

"Yeah," was all he answered back to her. He continued to stare at her. It started making her heart pound rapidly again. Shit, she thought. She needed to get out of here.

She tried to walk around him but he uncrossed his ankles and slid further down the counter and grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. She was forced to step in between his legs. She had both her hands resting on his chest. She was about to push him away when he leaned in and kissed her. Hard. He pulled her completely into his body and kissed her lips with an urgency that frightened her.

"Umpf," was all that escaped her lips. Her head started spinning. She was trying hard to think of why she was mad at him. Oh, yes...he fucked her, made her feel like shit and then ignored her for 3 weeks. That was it.

She pushed at his chest as hard as she could and slapped him across the face. He quickly straightened up to his entire length of 6'3 and stared down at her. She had to admit to herself that he intimidated her. His left cheek was turning a light scarlet color. Both of them were breathing hard. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"You had no right to do that! I'm on a date right now, and I need to get back!" she shrieked at him.

"Fuck that if you think I'm letting you walk out that door and go home with that motherfucker!" Brandon yelled right back at her.

Sienna ran to the door, unlocked it and tried to pull it open when Brandon shut it back from above her head. She tried to pull it again, but he held it shut and reached around her and locked it back. Sienna finally gave up her struggling with the door. She slowly turned around and looked him in the face.

He was all over her in a second. Brandon grabbed her head with both hands and began kissing her again. She tried to pull her mouth away, but he was stronger. He kissed down her neck and then violently pulled the top of her dress down exposing her strapless black bra. He kissed even lower. 

Then when he couldn't resist anymore he pulled her bra down and released those soft heavy caramel globes. They were perfectly round and plump and topped with a chocolate Hershey kiss nipple.

It made Brandon's mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while his other hand massaged her other breast.

Sienna couldn't think straight. Part of her wanted to kick him in the nuts right now, but the other part knew his mouth and hands felt so damn good, that she would be a fool to stop him. He then lowered his hand and reached underneath her dress. 

He growled against her nipple when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. His long thick digit began invading her wet pussy. Sienna pushed his cap off and ran her fingers through his hair.

He eventually lowered his mouth down her body and pushed up her skirt. He glanced up at her face for a second before he stuck his tongue out and licked her throbbing pussy.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. He continued to slowly work his tongue inside of her. Her legs started to feel weak. His saliva on her breast mixed with cool air in the restroom made her nipples harden to the point where they hurt. She reached up and squeezed them. Brandon glanced up and smiled when he noticed her pleasing herself.

He stuck his tongue in even further and continued to quickly assault her insides.

"Oh God, oh God, BT, please...oh, fuck!!" was all she could manage when she started coming. 

Brandon continued to lick her clean. She tasted so good to him. Fuck, he had to have her now. He stood up and quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down. His cock sprang free and hit his his toned stomach. 

He looked at Sienna's hooded, satisfied eyes. No protest from her yet. He pushed her up against the door, stepped in between her legs and grabbed the back of her thighs. In one quick movement he pulled her legs up and around his waist.

Sienna instinctively placed her hands around his neck. He leaned down and kissed her again. Softly this time. Savoring her lips and her tongue. God, she really did taste so good. He couldn't stand it any longer.

He reached down between them and placed his cock at her soaking entrance. He pushed all the way inside her without stopping. They both moaned in unison. 

Damn, she was still so tight he thought. He began to move in and out of her, still delicately kissing her lips. She tightened her grip on his neck and began to rub the back of it. He pumped harder and faster.

They heard someone try to push the door open, but neither of them could stop. Eventually the pushing stopped and the person or people walked away.

"Fuck Sienna, you feel so good. Damn, baby," he whispered into her mouth.

"Uh, you...uh..do too BT," she said breathlessly. 

Brandon lowered his kisses to her neck and began lightly biting on it while fucking her harder. This was really turning him on because she kept pulling his hair.

"Ooh...harder," she groaned. "Fuck me harder BT. Please," she begged him.

That was all it took. He began to pummel the hell out of her tight pussy until she started panting then screaming out her orgasm. He had to put his hand over her mouth as he watched her eyes roll back and her pussy spasm around him. She fell limp in his arms.

Now Brandon was close to coming. He pulled her legs open even wider with his arms and began to fuck her like she was a rag doll. Every time he pumped into her the door would creak. He didn't care. Everyone standing in the lobby could probably tell what was going on behind door number 1.

"Oh, shit baby. I'm about to come," he said. For a split second he thought about pulling out. He figured she still wasn't on the pill, but fuck him, he couldn't stop. 

Fuck it, he thought right before he came. Let the chips fall where they may.

He pushed deep inside her and held still as his come burst from the head of his cock and flooded her insides. He stayed within her until he could feel every drop leave his tired body.

He finally released her legs and she almost slid down the door until he caught her. He grabbed her in a tight bear hug and refused to let her go until she had enough strength to walk on her own.

Sienna felt as though she were drunk. She couldn't see straight. Her scalp was tingling, her ears were ringing. Damn, this man drove her crazy. But he couldn't get off that easy. She wanted to kick herself for being that easy for him. 

When she could finally get a hold of her senses she pushed him away from her. She pulled up her bra and dress top and pushed the rest down over her ass.

She staggered over to the mirror. She wanted to hurt him for hurting her so badly.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 03



"Boy, you sure know how to make a girl feel special. First your floor now a dirty bathroom. Thanks."

Brandon tried to act unaffected like that comment didn't just punch him in the gut. Instead of responding he picked up his cap, pulled up his pants and fastened his buckle.

"Could you hand me some toilet paper?" Sienna asked him.

"Why?"

"Because I want to clean myself up a bit before I walk out," she answered.

Brandon walked up behind her. "No," he stated staring at her reflection in the mirror. "I want you to walk out of here feeling my come run down your legs. So you'll remember who the fuck you belong to."

Sienna spun around with that last statement. "Belong to?" she seemed incredulous. "I don't belong to anyone, and if I did, it sure as hell wouldn't be you. Not after what you pulled a few weeks ago. Wanna pop my cherry then bounce? Fuck you!"

Brandon wasn't ready to have this conversation now, but he knew he had to bite the bullet.

"Fuck Sienna, I...I was scared, okay," he told her. "I wanted you so bad, but your father would hate me for this. But I couldn't stay away from you and it made me feel weak. I still feel weak being with you. But I'd rather feel weak with you than miserable without you. I actually followed you and Lori last week when you went to the mall. I know that's crazy, but I had to see you. Couldn't fucking help myself."

Her face softened towards him a little. She actually smiled at that last disclosure. Maybe she should have been scared, but strangely it turned her on.

"Bottom line, I can't stay away from you. I tried," he whispered as he leaned down to claim her lips again. And she let him.

After a few more tender kisses they decided to finally unlock the women's bathroom and let the rest of the world in. 

When they walked out, Sienna noticed Marcus leaning against one of the columns scanning the room. His eyes narrowed in on them. He slowly walked over to them.

Brandon saw Darren standing off to the side as well. He knew Darren had probably seen them coming out of the restroom together. Damn, he'd have to let him in on their little secret.

"So Sienna, it's like that?" Marcus asked, through twisted lips when he reached them.

Sienna walked up to him. "I'm sorry Marcus, I never meant to run out on our date like that."

Marcus ignored her apology and looked over her head at Brandon. Brandon's face remained expressionless. 

Marcus turned his attention back to Sienna. "You ran out on me for this piece of shit?" he seethed.

Brandon chuckled. This kid was a prick and dumb.

"What the fuck are you laughing at, bitch?" Marcus yelled in Brandon's direction.

"You, motherfucker, who else?" Brandon answered back with a Bostonian edge.

With the rise in voices Darren thought it best if he walked over and stood beside Brandon. 

"Bitch, I will fuck you up," Marcus threatened.

Brandon smiled. "Isn't it past your bedtime, son?"

Sienna didn't know what to do. She knew that Marcus wasn't going to back down because he didn't want to look like a punk in front of her. But she damn sure knew that Brandon wouldn't back down, and if Marcus said the wrong thing, he'd end up in extreme pain.

"Hey, there's no need for this. Marcus, I'll pay you back for the date. I'm so sorry and if--"

"Fuck you and your sorry ass," was Marcus's response back to her.

Brandon stepped forward. He flexed his jaw and his fist. He was just waiting. If that asshole called her one name...he will drop that punk bitch where he stands.

Darren also took a step forward. He didn't trust Brandon. He had seen him fly off the handle too many times to count.

Sienna saw this scenario playing out in her head and it didn't look good. She thought it best if she grabbed Brandon's arm and pulled him away from this situation right now. She turned her back to Marcus when she heard him say it.

"Don't worry, I just wanted to fuck you anyway. Heard you was a hot little cum bin."

There it is. He said it.

Sienna sucked in a gasp while Darren tried to reach for Brandon, but he wasn't quick enough.

Brandon took two speedy steps and Marcus swung at him and missed. Brandon's first punch landed in the middle of Marcus's stomach causing him to scream and bend over in agony. But then Marcus made the mistake of turning his face toward Brandon while he was still bent over. Brandon took his other fist and smashed it into the side of Marcus's face with a cracking sound. 

Marcus hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. It all happened so quickly that Sienna barely got 'No' out of her mouth before Marcus was on the ground. Blood was gushing out of his mouth and he was balled up like a little child. Sienna couldn't be sure, but she swore she saw a tooth buried in the carpet a few feet away. She felt faint.

"Who's a bitch now you fucking Barney?" Brandon spat at him. He went to stand over him with every intention of punching his face again when Darren grabbed him from behind and locked his arms around Brandon's chest.

"Fuck BT! You know what happens if we get caught fighting civilians!" he tried to reason with him.

Brandon knew Darren was right but he wanted to fuck him up so bad! Calling Sienna out because she doesn't want to be with him. Fucker. 

Darren started dragging Brandon backwards toward the exit. Sienna just stood there dumbfounded. She didn't know if she should check on Marcus or follow Brandon and Darren out.

"Sienna!" Darren yelled. "Come on, we have to go in case any cops show up!"

Sienna sprinted out after them. When the cool night air hit the 3 of them they all relaxed a bit. They walked quickly to Brandon's Jeep and got in without saying a word. Darren was surveying the parking lot looking for cops. Brandon threw the car in reverse, backed out, then screeched forward out of the parking lot.

Darren glanced out of the corner of his eye at Brandon. He noticed Brandon kept stealing glances in his rearview mirror towards Sienna.

Brandon drove about 15 miles over the speed limit until he reached Darren's apartment. Darren got out and looked back at Sienna.

"Well, it's been eventful young lady. See you around," he smiled at her. He looked back through the passenger side window at Brandon. The two silently stared at each other for a second. Brandon knew exactly what Darren was thinking. 'You're fucking the Commander's daughter, you prick'. Darren silently nodded at Brandon and backed away.

"See you later BT," he hollered over his shoulder, as he turned to leave.

Brandon sat there a moment with the engine idling. He looked in his rearview mirror again.

"You can sit up front if you want. I don't bite," he said to her. A small dangerous smile curving up one side of this mouth.

Sienna crawled over the seat and settled down beside him. He looked at her and pulled back onto the street.

"So, my father probably still thinks I'm with Marcus since the movie isn't over AND I was supposed to go to a party with him," Sienna plotted.

Brandon thought for a minute. "That gives you about 2 or 3 more hours, right?"

She leaned over and kissed him. "Lets go to your place."

Unconsciously Brandon stepped on the gas.

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Sienna was standing in Brandon's bathroom. She reached up and pulled the hair clip from her messy updo. Her hair fell around her shoulders. She shook it out and removed the pink flower. She opened his medicine cabinet and a few boxes of condoms came tumbling out.

'Asshole,' she thought to herself. She picked the boxes up and stuffed them back in the cabinet.

When she walked out of the bathroom she saw Brandon standing in the hallway deep in thought again. He turned to look at her.

He walked over to her and kissed her forehead. And then her lips. He stared down into her eyes. She was stunning to him. He reached for her hand and pulled it to his lips and lightly kissed it. Then he pulled her toward his room.

Brandon's room was always neat. She guessed it was because in the military they were used to a certain level of order. And his room reflected that. Everything had a mate and was neatly placed in corners, drawers and desk.

His bed was turned down and each corner exactly the same.

He turned to look at her. "I wish I could have made love to you on a bed first," he said. He began kissing her neck. Damn, every part of her was so soft. She smelled of Vanilla.

Sienna pushed Brandon back onto the bed. She removed his visor beanie and ran her hand through his hair again. She then pulled off his shirt and jeans. She had decided she was going to return that favor. She got on her knees in front of him. She slid her hand up his thigh and grabbed his dick. Sienna slowly started to rub up and down on his shaft with her tiny hand. 

After he was completely hard she placed her hand on the base of his cock and licked the tip with her tongue. 

Brandon was so turned on by this girl that he wanted to stop her right there and fuck the shit out of her. Her beautiful big brown eyes were staring up at him as she licked the head of his cock again, tasting his precum. 

Sienna loved the expression on his face. It was half pleasure and half desire. She decided to quit teasing him. She placed her mouth over his cock and began to suck. The feeling of him inside her mouth was unlike anything she had felt before. 

Brandon was gone by that point. He wrapped his fingers around her hair and started pulling her up and down making her fuck his dick with her mouth at his own speed. She seemed to enjoy this even more because he heard her moaning.

Her wet, hot mouth felt like heaven on his skin. He didn't think his dick could possibly get any harder. He was trying his best not to gag her but the feeling was just so amazing. He didn't want it to end.

Sienna was trying to relax her throat as much as possible, but seeing that this was her first time ever doing this, she couldn't fit him all in her mouth. But she knew after tonight, she'd spend lots of time practicing. 

She noticed his breathing getting quicker and she knew he was about to come. She wanted him to. In her mouth. She wanted to swallow every bit of him. Prove to him that she was serious about their relationship or whatever this was.

Brandon wanted to stop her before he burst in her mouth but the more he pulled her hair up the harder she pushed her mouth back down on him. Then he realized how stupid he was for trying to pull her up. If this is what she wanted, he damn sure was going to give it to her.

"Aaahh! Shit!!" Brandon yelled as he came in Sienna's hot hungry mouth. He held her head still with his hands still tangled in her hair. "Oh, fuck."

Sienna was trying to drink down so much that his pearly white come started to trickle down the sides of her mouth but she quickly began to swallow and was able to keep most of him for herself. When she was done, she pulled her mouth away and kissed the tip.

Brandon just stared down at her amazed. His baby was so fucking hot. He was going to enjoy the next few hours for sure!

After making love for the third time in 2 hours, they both were lying on their backs cuddling against each other. She was resting her head on his arm and her hand was interlaced with his free hand.

She was thinking about how much her life had changed in just a short time. She had always dreamed of these moments with him. Being his girl, if that's what she was. She remembered when she was a young girl and wrote his last name with her name. Sienna Temple. What she wouldn't give to be called that. She didn't care what anyone thought. She was 18 and legal and it was no one else's business. Not even her fathers. 

She thought of her dad. He was doing much better. They hadn't really talked much since he had been released from the hospital. And she noticed that he and Brandon hadn't talked much either. Just a cordial hey or bye when they ran into each other. She wished that---

"Sienna?" 

She looked up toward him. "Yes?"

Brandon looked down at her. He wanted to ask her, but he didn't want to sound like a pussy. But he had to know.

"Remember that day your dad was in the hospital. You know, when you came over here and we fu--, made love for the first time?" he asked.

Sienna shook her head, "Of course."

"Well you said....you know, you said that you loved me. Did you mean that?" he whispered.

Sienna rolled over onto her side and stared down at him. "Absolutely. I love you Brandon."

She couldn't tell the expression in his face. He looked so serious.

"Say it again," he softly commanded.

"I love you."

"Again."

Sienna smiled at him, "I love you...always."

Brandon leaned up and kissed her. Hungrily. He pulled her body on top of him. Soft in some places, firm in others. His tongue scraped the roof of her mouth while one hand carassed the back of her neck and the other massaged her smooth ass. He had to start kissing her before his emotions overtook him.

Outside Brandon sat on his steps smoking a cigarette. He had tried to quit a few times for fear that it would affect his training, but he seemed to be healthy and he had been smoking since he was 14. But he didn't do it all the time. Too much of an expensive habit. But thinking about everything that had happened today made him pull out a cigarette.

He thought about Sienna lying in his bed. Her beautiful naked warm body wrapped in his navy blue sheets turned him on. Her hair fell in soft dark waves around his pillow. Just 15 minutes earlier he had buried his face in those soft curls as he came inside her, yet again. He could drown in that scent. He couldn't figure out if it was her body wash or shampoo or whatever the fuck girls used these days, but she smelled divine.

But it was their conversation in bed that had his mind reeling now. She had said she loved him. He thought back over his life. No one had ever spoken those words to him. No parent, relative, teacher or friend had ever uttered I Love You. 

And no girlfriend. Even though he never really kept a girlfriend. Mainly just girls who he liked to fuck and that liked fucking him in return. They shouted things out in bed to him. Some sweet, some dirty, but never those words. 'I love you...always'. Damn. His heart fluttered every time he played back what she had said to him. Did she really mean it? 

Part of him wanted to kick himself for thinking like a little school boy. He needed to get a grip. He was 28 not 18. Damn near 30 year old man acting giddy over a young girls words. But he knew deep down that he loved her too. He was crazy about her. And now he knew he couldn't be without her. He just had to figure out what he was going to tell the Commander.

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It had been a while since Brandon and Jackson had spoken. Jackson called him over to his house for a meeting. He hoped it wasn't an op because he really wasn't in the mood. Lately he had been wanting to spend every second with Sienna.

When Brandon reached Commander Branson's house he couldn't help but smile. He couldn't wait to see her beautiful face. Even though they couldn't act on their feelings in front of Jackson, it didn't mean that he wouldn't try to sneak a moment when the Commander wasn't looking. The last time he had seen her was 3 days ago. He was definitely going through withdrawal.

When he rang the door bell, Sienna was there to answer it within a second. And she looked fine as always. She had on a spaghetti strap light pink summer dress that stopped mid thigh. 

"Hi BT," she said and reached out to grab his balls and gave them a quick light squeeze.

Fuck. He was already getting hard.

She turned on her pretty little feet and yelled for her dad. "Daddy, BT's here!"

He followed closely behind her and before they reached her father's study, he grabbed the back of her dress and pulled her back towards him. She was so warm pressed up against his chest. She reached her arms up and around and grabbed his neck. He leaned over her and kissed her quickly on the mouth. Then pushed her towards the stairs before he got too carried away. 

He watched her walk away, the short dress swishing back and forth over her perfect little bubble derriere. As she ascended the stairs...she quickly flipped the back of the dress up to reveal no panties! Just her beautiful caramel ass. He grabbed his chest with one hand. At that moment he would have given his left nut to follow her up those stairs. But he had to get a grip. He took a deep breath, turned to the left and walked into Jackson's study.

Jackson was sitting behind his desk writing some notes. He would tilt his glasses up or down depending on what he was looking at.

Brandon stood at the door waiting to be invited in.

Jackson looked up and motioned for him to enter. Brandon quickly glided in and sat down. 

"Just give me one moment, I'm almost done with this document," Jackson said.

"No worries sir, take your time." Brandon began looking around the study. He loved this area of the house. Nothing ever changed. It was the same as it was when he was 18 and stepped into this room for the first time. Man, he thought. Funny how much he had changed but this room hadn't. He had many secret meetings in here with Commander Branson. Many laughs also.

Jackson finished his last paper and leaned up. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. Brandon noticed that he looked tired.

"How are you, sir?" Brandon asked.

"I'm okay. How are you?" Jackson returned.

"Oh, I'm feeling really good. Thanks, sir."

Jackson stared at him for a moment.

"You're feeling really good," Jackson repeated. "Would that have anything to do with the fact that you're sleeping with my daughter?"

You could hear a pin drop. All of the air was sucked out of the room at that moment.

Brandon couldn't swallow. He couldn't move. And he sure as hell couldn't answer the question.

Both men continued to stare at each other.

"You know, I've given you access to my house for a long time. Way back when you came here to join the Seals," Jackson stated. "And you've also had access to my daughter all those years too. My young, impressionable, naive daughter. And the thought that I trusted you with her all this time is starting to make me sick."

Brandon needed to say something. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

"So...how long has it been going on? Since she was 14, 16...or younger?" the Commander spat out.

Finally Brandon could find his voice. "God no, sir! I swear, I never ever touched her until she turned 18. I swear to God. I wouldn't do that." 

Brandon was wishing he was anywhere in the world right now except where he was. His face felt hot. He knew he had probably turned a few shades of red in less than a minute.

"Honestly, Brandon, I don't know what you would or wouldn't do anymore. How could you--no, never mind don't answer that. I know exactly how you could. I'm aware of my daughters feelings for you, but I thought you would be an upstanding young gentleman and leave her alone. Guess that would be asking for too much," Jackson said dryly.

"Sir, I...," Brandon couldn't find the rest of that sentence. He wanted to tell the Commander that he loved his daughter. And would protect her and do anything for her. But those words would not leave his mouth.

"Funny thing is---or sad depending on how you look at it... others told me it was a big mistake trusting you. That you were just a punk kid who would disappoint me in the end. Well, looks like the joke is on me."

That statement made Brandon feel as though someone had kicked him in the back of the head. That one comment made him feel lower than the day his aunt kicked him out and humiliated him for all to see. That one sentence from Commander Branson. His 'father' had just thrown him for a miserable loop. He felt sick.

"Here's what I want from you," Jackson continued. "You stay away from my daughter and you are no longer welcome in my house. We will maintain a professional relationship, but outside of that, your connection with this family is done. You can see yourself out."




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 03



And with that Jackson got up and walked out of the study. Brandon sat there. He wasn't sure for how long, but he couldn't think. This was not happening. This was not fucking happening.

Brandon finally stood up and steadied himself. He felt light headed. He needed some air. He walked out into the hall and towards the door. He slowly opened it then shut it back. He turned around and took another glance at the house he had known for 10 years to be his own piece of heaven. His safe haven.

He quickly opened the door again and walked out.

*

Hope you enjoyed. Chapter 4 coming soon!!

--Soular



Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 04



Brandon couldn't remember where the fuck he was. He woke up in the back seat of someone's car. It looked slightly familiar, but his head was pounding and he couldn't think straight. His stomach felt like it was twisted in several knots and he started to feel the tell signs that whatever was in, was about to come out. 

He swiftly forced open the door and vomited outside of the car.

He looked down and all he had on were his jeans and shoes. No shirt. He clumsily got out of the car avoiding his own puke and rubbed his eyes. He surveyed his surroundings, not recognizing anything. In the distance, all he could see was a house and some figure sitting on the steps with a blue light flashing across their face. Maybe a cell phone light?

He glanced around again and finally recognized his Jeep. Then he turned back around to the house and realized it was his. 'Fucking hell, I must be wasted,' he thought. He staggered across the driveway and up the steps.

Darren closed his cell phone as Brandon approached and sat down beside him. Darren passed him a cold bottle of water. He poured some in his mouth, spit it out and then poured some more and swallowed. The water felt so cool against his burning throat. He slid the rest of the liquid over his head flattening out his hair and running over his body. He felt like his skin was on fire, so the water was a welcome treat.

"Are you okay now?" Darren asked patting him on the back.

"Don't I look okay?" Brandon teased, flashing him a weak grin.

"You know there's going to be some questions about tonight, right?" Darren continued.

Slowly the memory of tonight's events came pouring into his head. Now he remembered what the hell was going on. 'Fuck,' was all he could think.

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Sienna and her father were still not on speaking terms. And the presence of this new guy, Chris Warner in their home was upsetting her even more. She was still shocked that her father's plan had lasted this long.

The last time she had seen Brandon was over 3 weeks ago when he had stopped by to see her father. She had been so excited to see him. She had planned to wait for him outside of her father's study, but figured that would give their little secret away.

So instead, she waited upstairs. But about 10 minutes later she heard the front door open, then close, then open again and close a final time. She scurried to her window as Brandon walked quickly to his Jeep, got in and tore out of their driveway.

A few minutes later Jackson had come upstairs and laid down the law. No cell phone, no laptop, no car, no credit cards! Nothing!

"You can't do that!!" Sienna had screamed at him.

"Yes, I can. Until you can pay for those things, then you will live by my rules in my house! I mean it, Sienna. You are to stay away from him," Jackson warned her.

Sienna was trying her best to not cry, but tears started to spill over the rim of her eyes. When he walked out of her room, taking her cell phone, laptop and car keys with him, she had thrown a porcelain dolphin at her door, which loudly broke into several pieces.

She and her father argued for a week straight about her relationship with Brandon. Her father tried to explain to her why he wanted them apart. He's too old for her, he has personal issues he has to deal with, blah blah blah was all she heard. She didn't give a damn if Brandon was an alien and had a wife and kids on another planet. She loved him, and her father was not going to keep her from him.

She had tried to escape on several occasions, but it usually ended with Jackson picking her up and carrying her back to the house with her kicking and screaming like a little girl.

Finally, her dad pulled his last high card. He told her if she didn't control herself for these next few weeks, then he would pull her tuition at Spelman College. That stopped her in her tracks. She had dreamed about going to Spelman ever since she was a little girl.

And to prove to her that he was serious, he had his money for her Stewart Living and Learning Center refunded. Instead of her privileged housing, she now was forced to some random dorm on the far side of campus with no air conditioning.

She and Lori would be traveling together a month and a half from now for school. Lori didn't get into Spelman, but she got into Clark Atlanta University which was only a few miles away. The two of them had been planning everything together since freshman year of high school.

The thought of many years of planning just going down the drain made her sick. But she wanted Brandon. She hated her father.

And she didn't make life easy at their house for Chris either. She resented him being there. Chris Warner's father and her dad were great friends who had served together. Chris was 19 and had just finished up his first year at Annapolis. His dad thought it best if he spent a week or two with Jackson to see what it takes to make it in the Navy.

Sienna had to admit that he was a nice guy. And good looking. His dad was black and his mom was native Hawaiian, and he had grown up in Hawaii. He had beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile. He seemed to smile all the time, actually. She wondered what kind of soldier he would make. He definitely seemed like the kind that you see in those news stories that have the soldier giving the little native children a piggy back ride.

But she didn't feel the need to talk to him. Or get to know him. She knew she was being a bitch, but she didn't care. She wanted to make her father and anyone else around as miserable as she felt.

But it had now been close to 3 weeks and she hadn't seen Brandon. She was going stir crazy in that house. She tried to keep herself busy so her mind wouldn't wander off to Brandon Temple. Her heart seemed empty without him. Her body seemed numb without his touch.

But today she was fed up and she had devised a plan. She stomped down stairs towards her father's study. She opened the door and walked in not caring if she was interrupting him.

"Daddy, if you want me to go to this Veteran's Ball next week, I need to buy a dress and get my hair done. If I can't have either of those, I'm not going," she said to her father while tapping her feet.

The Commander looked up and sighed at his daughter. It was the first civil words she had spoken to him in weeks. He leaned back in his chair and took his glasses off.

"Alright," he said. "Can you tell Chris to come in here?"

Sienna couldn't believe it was that easy. Yes! Finally she could see Brandon. She would use her Dad's car and drive over to his house immediately.

She went running out of the room and up the stairs. She barely passed by the guest room to yell at Chris that her father wanted to see him before she ran into her room and threw on a pair of cute, ass-hugging denim jeans and an off the shoulder yellow shirt.

On her way back down the steps she saw Chris standing there with keys in hand.

"Hey, there you are. Ready to go?" he said with a smile.

"What? I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Um, well your dad said that I could take you around today and keep you company," Chris said with a smile.

Sienna deflated right there in front of Chris. Her father was too much. She didn't need a fucking babysitter! But she figured it best to try and get out of the house, shake Chris and go find Brandon.

"Fine, whatever," she said stomping past him.

Chris followed her out. This was going to be a long day.

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Brandon knew that the Commander had Sienna on lock down, but he was determined to see her. He had driven by their house several times trying to catch a moment when Jackson was gone and he could sneak in. But Jackson rarely left.

He had called her cell phone leaving countless messages until a few days ago when it had been disconnected. Then he tried calling the main house line, but the Commander would just hang up on him.

But he caught a break today while on base. He saw the Commander pull up in his car and grab some papers out of his front seat and walk into his office.

Brandon dropped everything he was doing and ran to his Jeep. He drove in record speed to Jackson's house, pulled up and jumped out of the Jeep. He ran to the door and knocked. No one answered. He knocked again and called her name, but still no answer. He looked through the glass window to the right of the door. The lights were all out.

'Where the fuck is she?' he thought to himself. Now he was starting to get pissed. He had thought all this time that she was being held prisoner, but maybe that wasn't the case. He was losing it. Slowly, but surely. He needed to talk to her. He needed to hold her. He needed her.

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"Oh, baby girl, your hair is so beautiful," Miss Mona raved over Sienna's full mane.

"Thanks Miss Mona. Um, can I ask a favor?" Sienna asked as she bit her lip. She was nervous for some reason.

"Sure honey, what is it?"

"Can I use your phone for a moment? My cell phone battery is dead," she lied.

Miss Mona smiled down at Sienna. She had been coming to her hair salon ever since her mother left years ago. "Of course, just go in the back. You don't have to dial anything to get out."

Sienna jumped up, "Thank you!" She ran to the back room and was about to pick up the phone and dial when out of nowhere, Chris jerked it from her hands.

Sienna stood there for about 2 seconds with her mouth open before she launched into him.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she shrieked at him.

Chris stood there for a moment looking uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry Sienna, your father told me to watch you. He said you weren't allowed to leave my sight and that you weren't allowed to use any phones. I really hate doing this, but I don't want to let the Commander down," he stated with a tiny smile and shrug of his shoulders.

Sienna was in hell. Officially. She broke down right there in front of him. She slumped to the ground and pulled her knees against her chest and sobbed.

Chris was stunned. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know everything that was going on, but Commander Branson had told him that Brandon Temple or BT as everyone called him, was to stay away from Sienna and she was to stay away from him.

He really liked Commander Branson. His father had always spoken so highly of him over the years. And he seemed like a great guy. It made Chris feel like a burden though, coming in on their family during this stressful time.

His first day there, he never even saw Sienna. She was locked up in her room, and she refused to come down to meet him. Over the course of a few days he caught glimpses of her here and there. Mostly he just heard her. In screaming matches with her father or breaking something.

He'd never seen someone act that way. In his house back home, his father was all about discipline. He nor his sister could have ever behaved that way.

But seeing her like this now, crumpled to the floor and crying, he felt so sorry for her.

"I'm really sorry, Sienna. Trust me, this isn't what I want to be. I just want to be your friend. Not some kinda of freaking warden. I'm, well I really am very sorry."

Sienna wiped her face. She hadn't meant to cry in front of him. She was sick of crying. She stood up and walked out of the back room and Chris followed.

She quickly paid Miss Mona and walked to Chris's car. She leaned up against it and sighed.

"So...where to next, princess?" Chris asked trying to lighten the mood.

"I don't care. Home, I guess," was her solemn answer.

"No, today's your one day of freedom. You still have to get a dress and if you want, we could stop by a friends house or something. Anything you want to do. I'm at your beck and call."

Sienna stared at him for a second. He had to be on drugs to be this chipper all the time. But she thought about it. She really didn't want to go back home. She was sick of that house.

"Okay, well, do you mind if we pick up my friend Lori, and then go dress shopping?" she asked trying to slow her sniffles.

"Sure, anything you want," he said with his classic smile.

"Okay. Just keep me out as late as possible. I just don't want to go home yet."

Sienna got in the car and turned to him. "Oh, and thank you," she said quietly.

He nodded and they drove off.

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"Goddamn it!!" Brandon screamed as he hurled the cell phone across the room. It shattered against the wall.

"Shit, Brandon, what the fuck?!" Terry said, after watching his cell phone fly through the air and smash against the wooden paneling in their usual dingy bar. "You're paying for that shit man. And you know Alice freaks out when I don't call her every 15 minutes when I'm hanging out with you guys."

Brandon ignored him. That was the fifth cell phone he had used that night trying to get in touch with Sienna. He still was upset with the fact that she wasn't at home earlier that day. If she wasn't with her dad, she could have found some type of way to get in touch with him. But nothing. No emails. No phone calls. No visits. Nothing.

Brandon let his head fall against the table with a loud thud, knocking over the several bottles he had drained earlier that night. He was losing his fucking mind.

This was miserable. Fucking torture. He felt homicidal. Who the fuck did the Commander think he was? He didn't know Brandon if he thought that he would just turn his back on this special young woman who held his heart. Mind. Soul. No, the Commander didn't know him at all.

That was it. He had to see her. Tonight. Fuck anyone who tried to stop him.

He knew he was drunk but he didn't give a shit. He grabbed his keys and walked toward the door of the bar.

Darren followed. "Where the fuck are you going?" he asked.

Brandon didn't answer. He just hopped into his Jeep and sped off. He prayed he wouldn't get pulled over. He would be in so much trouble if he got a DUI. And as much swerving as he was doing, a cop would definitely stop him. And since it was only about ten o'clock, he figured every officer was on the road tonight. But whatever.

He didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to see her. She was his family. The only family he now had since Jackson had disowned him. That day had hurt. A few weeks back when the Commander had considered him a disappointment. That had stung like nothing he had ever felt before.

He pulled up in their driveway for the second time that day. Or what he thought was the Commander's driveway, and almost fell out of his Jeep. It had been a long time since he had been this shit faced. Women could cause a man to do that from time to time. Never him though. Until Sienna 'fucking' Branson!

He slowly and not so gracefully made it up the steps and beat on the front door.

At first, no one answered. He was about to pound again when Commander Branson answered the door wearing his black robe and reading glasses, his face sporting a frown.

"Brandon, go home," he said to him as he opened the door.

"No. I need to see her now. Right fucking now!" Brandon slurred.

Jackson took in the state of the young man. His eyes were red, his hair disheveled and he was having a hard time standing straight. He had obviously had a rough night of drinking. Jackson sighed and started to close the door.

Brandon stuck his foot through the door and kicked it back open. The Commander's eyes widened.

"Brandon, go home now, before you get yourself in a lot of trouble!" Jackson warned.

Brandon shook his head. He knew he was losing it. He kept scanning over Jackson's head looking down the hallway for Sienna. Then he looked back at Jackson.

"If you don't want anything to do with me anymore, then fine. Fuck you! But I swear to God, you try and take her from me..." Brandon trailed off with his threat.

"You'll what?" Jackson asked. He was so tired. Physically and emotionally.

Brandon looked around Jackson again. "Sienna?!" he shouted.

"She's not here," Jackson answered.

"Where is she?" Brandon pleaded.

"Brandon, go home!" Jackson told him as he slammed the door in his face.

Darren pulled up in the Commander's driveway when he heard Brandon yelling a string of profanities against the door.

"Where the fuck is she?!" Brandon screamed again while kicking the door. "Ten fucking years and you want to kick me out of your home like I'm nothing?!! You try to keep her away from me and I will fuck your life up! You hear me, you piece of shit?!!"

Darren sprinted up to the door and tried to calm him down.

"Come on man, let it go," he tried to persuade Brandon and pull him away.

Brandon shook his arm off and started kicking the door again.

"Fuck him! Open the Goddamn door you son of a bitch!"

"Jesus, BT come on man. Fuck!" was all Darren could say.

"Goddamn it!!! Sienna!!" Brandon shouted again pushing away from Darren and kicking the door.

Inside the Commander blew another sigh. He didn't want to do it, but he grabbed his telephone and called the Shore Patrol. He'd rather turn Brandon over to them since he had some pull with that department as opposed to the local police. He was sure Brandon had woken up everyone in his neighborhood.

And he knew Brandon. He had total control over his professional life. He was the kind of guy you wanted next to you in a jungle of some hostile country or some remote desert crawling around amongst the enemy. He had insane accuracy and was extremely disciplined. 

BUT...in his personal life, his emotions got the best of him. He knew that Brandon could keep this up all night and possibly hurt Darren in the process.

Even while on the phone, the Commander could still hear his muffled voice through the door.

"You don't want me as a part of your family anymore, huh?! Well, I just might be in nine months, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Brandon screamed while kicking the door as hard as he could, and it flung forward.

Darren wrapped his hand around Brandon's mouth trying to get him to shut up. He pulled him back as hard as he could but Brandon was pulling him toward the partially open door.

Darren had to practically wrap his lower legs around Brandon to slow him down. That's all he could do. When Brandon reached level 10...you can't stop him. You can only slow him down. Like the fucking Tasmanian Devil he thought to himself.

"BT, get a fucking grip!" Darren yelled at him while trying to tackle him to the ground, ripping Brandon's shirt to shreds in the process.

"Where the fuck is she?!" Brandon tried to yell but came out as more of a hoarse whisper. Suddenly he felt weak and light-headed. The alcohol, mixed with anger and lack of sleep started affecting him.

Shore Patrol showed up just in time. Officer Silas and Officer Kent pulled Brandon from Darren and handcuffed him. Brandon felt his stomach churning. He couldn't hold in any longer when he threw up on the lawn as they were walking him to the Patrol car.

Once they had him securely in the back seat, Officer Silas walked back up to the Commander's door as Jackson was coming out. He stopped to survey the door and shook his head.

"Hey Commander Branson, we're sorry for all of this. We tried to get here as quickly as possible. What would you like us to do with him? Maybe a day or two in holding?" Officer Silas asked.

"No, he just needs some rest tonight. And I'm fine, so no harm done. Other than a new door," Jackson answered while trying to get it back on the hinges. "I just didn't want him to harm himself or anyone else. Darren, could you take him home?"

"Of course, sir," Darren replied when suddenly there was a loud crash of glass. All three men looked toward the SP car and they saw Officer Kent jumping out of the car.

Darren took off running towards it. "You fucking idiot! BT, chill the fuck out man! Christ!"

"Motherfucker," Silas muttered under his breath. He walked over to the car to find his back seat, left-side window completely gone. All that remained was the glass scattered on the driveway. Brandon had kicked the window out and was now passed out.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 04



Jackson walked to the car and opened the door. Brandon almost fell out, but Jackson caught him first.

"Silas, can you uncuff him, please? And I'll pay for the window so long as this stays between us, okay?" Jackson said.

"Sure thing," Silas answered. "But I think a day or two in holding would straighten his ass out."

"Actually, that would piss him off even more," Darren interjected as he grabbed Brandon's feet. He and the Commander carried Brandon's passed out body to his car and dumped him in the back seat.

"Officer Kent will follow in his Jeep, and I'll stay close behind in the Patrol car, in case that bastard wakes up and starts shit again," Silas warned.

Jackson shook both officers' hands and thanked them for helping him out. He walked back into his house and sat on the steps leading to the upstairs rooms. All he could think was 'Thank God Sienna wasn't here.' That would have made this whole event ten times worse.

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Brandon now remembered how that night had gone. Shit. He really didn't remember what the fuck he was trying to accomplish with that.

And he hadn't meant to kick out the SP car window, but he was extremely claustrophobic, a fact no one else knew about him, except the Commander.

He had developed that phobia living with his aunt and uncle. Brandon stared out into the dark while thinking about his life in Boston. When he was around 7 or 8 and first got punished for doing something...anything, his uncle would lock him in the linen closet.

It was a small, dark, thin closet with shelves. The bottom shelf was so low, that Brandon had to squeeze himself underneath and fold his legs up toward his chest.

The first time, he thought he was going to die. He couldn't catch his breath, and he figured this was it. He would be leaving this world. But he didn't die. Instead he got used to the small, tight space and learned to think of games to keep himself amused.

He'd count the different species of insects that would crawl through the small holes while he was in there. He would try to listen closely to cars outside and see if he could determine what kind they were. Brandon would try anything to keep from thinking of this dark hole. His own personal hell. One time his uncle left him in there for an entire day. He beat on the door until his hands bled.

Brandon shook the unpleasant memory from his mind. He had to get his shit together and fast. He was about to stand up when Darren pulled him back down.

"Can I say something without you biting my head off?" Darren asked.

Brandon rubbed his eyes and shook his head 'yes'.

"I don't understand. There are tons of other girls all around this place that would line up just to fuck a Navy Seal, especially some asshole like you since women tend to like that. So why the Commander's daughter?" Darren asked, while flipping through his cell phone.

Brandon sat there for a moment thinking about that question. He really didn't have a good answer. Or at least not one others would care to hear.

"I don't know. I tried to stay away from her but--"

"Try harder," Darren stated, interrupting him.

"Why? When everything tells me I want to be with her. My mind, my hea--"

"Your dick."

Brandon turned to face Darren. "Man, fuck you. It's not even like that."

"But she's the Commander's daughter! Why couldn't you just stay away from her?" Darren said, coming to his feet. He walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked back up at Brandon. He loved this guy like he would his own brother. But he didn't understand him sometimes. Actually, most of the time.

He continued, "We grew up with her like she was our little sister. Those corny ass kid's birthday parties and all. Yeah, okay, I'll admit she's legal now and fine as hell, but--"

"Just drop it," Brandon said as he narrowed his eyes at Darren.

"No, I'm not going to drop it. For once in your life you're going to listen to someone. I thought you liked the Commander?"

Brandon exhaled loudly, "I do like him. For a long time he was all I had."

Darren shook his head laughing to himself, "Well you sure as hell have a funny way of showing your appreciation by screwing his teenage daughter."

He watched as Brandon stood and flexed his jaw. He started slowly walking down the steps toward Darren. Darren knew that Brandon was pissed and ready to punch him the fuck out. He knew in a one on one situation, Brandon could kick his ass, hangover or not. They both knew it. But Darren was standing firm on this one.

"All I'm saying," Darren tried to express in a calmer, lighter voice while putting his hands up, "is that she is young and maybe she's already changed her mind, you know. I mean, has she come to see you? Or called you? With all of the technology out today, seems like she could have found away if she cared."

That thought stopped Brandon in his tracks. Darren was right. Maybe she had already gotten over him in a month's time. The Commander did say she wasn't there. And she wasn't home earlier that day either. Probably out having a good time while his dumb ass was getting arrested. He felt like a fool.

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Sienna was so excited. Tonight was the veterans ball and she was hoping/praying that Brandon would show up. She couldn't wait to see him. Just thinking about him showing up in his white dress uniform made her wet.

Her father had told Chris not to take his eyes off her, but she was determined to get away from him tonight. She liked Chris, but nothing was going to stop her tonight. She would have to be sneaky to keep her Spelman tuition together, but she could be sneaky when she had to be.

Brandon felt sick to his stomach. He didn't want to come to the veterans ball. He hated shit like this. All of them in their Dress Whites looking like popsicles. This just wasn't his scene. And most of all he hated that SHE was here. It had been almost a week since his little 'incident' at the Commander's house. No doubt everyone on base had heard about it by now. But he didn't care.

When he had seen her walk in, he felt like his heart stopped. She was wearing a thin white strapless gown that melted onto her curves and flared at her feet. She looked unbelievable. Like a bride. His bride. He squeezed the Corona in his hand, wishing like hell he could break the glass bottle and have it shatter in his hand to take his mind off the pain in his heart.

She fucking shows up here all smiles while she had yet to contact him. Not one fucking word from her. That's alright he thought, as he turned to the redhead at his side. Rachel, his date. Since Sienna had obviously moved on, fuck her, so had he.

Sienna immediately scanned the room looking for him. When she spotted him over in the corner, she smiled so big and was about wave when she noticed the woman on his arm. The smile slid right off of Sienna's face. She couldn't be seeing this right. This had to be a friend or his long lost sister or something.

But her doubt was quickly corrected when he turned to the redhead and grabbed her chin roughly and kissed her.

Sienna felt like she was going to throw up. Suddenly, it got really humid in the room. She wondered if it was the tight corset she wore underneath the gown causing her to get light-headed. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

So this is why he hadn't come to rescue her. He had already moved on. All this time she had been fighting with her father and accepting his punishment, while he was no doubt fucking around. She felt like the world's largest jackass.

She glanced back in his direction. He was sipping his bottle of beer while the redhead leaned her entire body into him. She couldn't break down right now. She couldn't lose it. Her body felt like she was moving a ton of weight with each step she and Chris took into the ballroom.

'I can do this,' Sienna thought to herself. She turned away from him and tried with all her might to block him out. Even though tears were stinging her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to smile at the other guests passing by and saying 'hi'.

Chris stood awkwardly beside her. He had seen how happy she had been until she glanced over toward the far corner of the room, and then her whole demeanor had changed. Chris had followed her eye line and had seen who he could only assume was BT or Brandon with some good looking red headed woman.

He was an intimidating looking guy. And not because of his size, because he was big but not that big. 6'3 or 6'4 Chris thought, which was only and inch or two taller than him. But there was something about him. The way he stared. Chris couldn't figure out if his glare was aimed at Sienna or him.

Chris would never admit it to Sienna, but Brandon freaked him out. He had heard some tales from first year recruits about BT. They had tons of stories. All of the new recruits seemed to have a lot of respect for him.

Chris glanced at a teary eyed Sienna. He really liked her and he didn't want to see her suffering like this. So even though he hated dancing, he asked her to dance. He had seen her wiping her face and she smiled at him and took his hand as he led her to the dance floor.

"When are you going to ask me to dance?" Rachel asked. Brandon really didn't feel like dealing with her tonight. But he did like her and she was never one to pass up a party. They had some good times together drinking and fucking, but he hadn't see her for quite some time. Until tonight, when he asked her to attend the ball with him.

He also liked Rachel because she wasn't the needy type. Unlike April, Rachel knew when to go home. And the way he was feeling tonight, he'd need just that. Someone he could fuck and who would then leave him alone so he could wallow in his misery.

Every time that asshole put his hands around Sienna during a slow song, Brandon tensed up. He couldn't help it. She had seemed surprised that he was there. Almost happy, but he couldn't understand why. It's not like she had been sitting at home waiting for him. 

He hated her right then at that moment. She didn't give a shit about him. That was apparent. If she had, she would have come to see him. Somehow she would have managed, instead of him looking like a drunk fucking lunatic cursing the Commander out in his own front yard. Fucking bitch!

Rachel was 5'10 so she was tall enough to rest her head against the shoulder of his tall frame. He grabbed another beer as the waiter passed by. Fuck, he'd get toasted again tonight. He and Rachel could play drunk strip poker like they did a few months back before Sienna came bombarding into his life like a wrecking ball.

Brandon felt Rachel's tongue flick the bottom of his ear. He turned to her and kissed her quickly. She smiled back to him. 'All's fair in love and war,' Brandon thought as he grabbed Rachel's hand and led her out to the dance floor.

Sienna heard the bass drop in her favorite song, 'Love in this club' by Usher. Normally she would have been so happy, but she could barely muster a steady rhythm. Chris tried to twirl her in his arms, but she almost tripped over her dress when she saw Brandon and the red head on the dance floor.

They were about 15 feet from Sienna, but they might as well been standing right beside her. She tried to focus on Chris, but her eyes kept drifting to the couple dirty dancing.

Brandon grabbed Rachel's ass and hiked her red dress up even further. She started grinding into him and running her hands down the length of his body while singing off key to the song.

The girl was all over Brandon, and Sienna started feeling sick again. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why would he do this to her?

Sienna put her arms around Chris's neck and glanced at Brandon. He grinned in her direction and then took a sip from his beer while the red headed bitch turned around and bent over in front of him.

That was it! Sienna had seen enough. Obviously he was sleeping with this woman too. Sienna couldn't believe she had fought with her father for damn near a month over this asshole.

"I'm sorry Chris, I need, I need--, I'm sorry, I have to get a second to..." was all she got out before she started to walk away. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she had to go.

"Oh, no worries. Take your time," Chris told her as he followed her off the dance floor.

Sienna hadn't meant to do it, but she glanced at Brandon one more time. He was damn near making out with his date on the dance floor. She felt tears stinging her eyes again. She had to get out of there now.

She started walking up the giant winding staircase. This mansion was huge. Maybe she could get lost in it, she thought to herself. She scanned the artwork as she took a random hall leading toward the back of the house.

Bingo! She found an area upstairs with a powder room. She sat down on the pink cushy stool and stared at herself in the mirror. She grabbed a Kleenex and dabbed at the corner of her eyes and then laid her head down on the cool vanity top. She thought about the apology that she was going to have to deliver to her father tonight.

"You look beautiful," a familiar deep voice said to her.

Sienna looked up and stared at him through the reflection in the mirror.

"What do you want?" she asked Brandon.

"You sure do move quickly. Think that kid was ready to propose to you," he said with his white cap underneath his arm while sipping his drink.

Sienna spun around in her seat, "Fuck you!"

"Any time, any place."

Sienna turned away from him and continued to pamper herself in the mirror. She couldn't think when he looked at her like that.

"Chris is a great guy. He finished his first year at Annapolis and his father is a Vietnam hero and really big into charities. He's sweet and considerate, which is nothing like you, actually," she spat at him.

"Well, he's close to your age, black and from a good family. Shit, I missed the boat on all of those. You're right, he's nothing like me," Brandon retorted sarcastically as he walked closer to her.

"Stop right there! You know none of those reasons are why my father doesn't want us together," she said rising to her feet.

"Maybe not the race or family thing, but he does think I'm too old for you."

"Well, in 2 or 3 years who really cares," she quietly said.

Brandon walked over to Sienna and stood behind her. He got a chill thinking of what happened the last time they were in a bathroom together. That thought just made him feel like shit. He wanted to hurt her now.

"So, you going to show lil Chris a good time tonight?" Brandon whispered to her. "After all, I know how hot you can get if--"

Sienna stood up quickly and swung at him stopping him mid-sentence, but he had seen it coming. He grabbed her wrist and jerked her toward him.

Brandon stared down at her. Fuck, he was starting to get hard. She had the most beautiful brown doe eyes he'd ever seen. Her nose was tiny and round and her lips were soft and full. He could tell she was scared, but also excited.

But then the resentment started to build back up in his chest. She was going to pay.

He pushed her away.

Sienna stumbled back. She was two seconds from leaning up and kissing him until he had shoved her. She couldn't believe she had almost given in that quickly.

"Why didn't you make an effort to come see me?" Brandon vented.

"I did make an effort Brandon! I tried. My father wouldn't--"

"Bullshit! You're fucking 18 years old and you can't stand up to your dad and tell him that you want to be with me?! Fuck you! I've seen you stomp your feet and snap your little spoiled fingers and get your way. If you WANTED to see me, you could have."

"I tried! He took my phone, computer, credit cards and my car. Every form of communication I had! He wouldn't even let me hang out with Lori. And then he threatened--"

"I damn near got arrested for your ass! Oh, boo fucking hoo he took your credit cards away!" Brandon yelled, interrupting her again. He was so pissed right now, he knew he should just walk away, but he couldn't.

"You what?" Sienna asked. Arrested? Her father hadn't mentioned anything to her about that. "So you came by the house then?" she asked with hope in her voice.

Brandon stared at her, his chest rising up and down quickly. He didn't know if he wanted to choke her or fuck her at that moment. Or both.

"Yeah, I came by twice last week, while you weren't there. You obviously had something...or someone more important to do," he retorted, burning a hole through her with his eyes.

Sienna stopped to think about this new information. But still, his date was downstairs waiting for him. She was confused.

"Who's the woman you're with?" she asked as she turned back around to play with her hair some more.

"Who gives a shit?"

"I do," she said. But Sienna couldn't help herself. He had intentionally hurt her by bringing that other woman, and she wanted to wound him back.

"But never-mind actually, I don't care who she is. I'll be going home with Chris tonight anyway, and since my father won't be coming home until late, Chris and I will have the whole place to ourselves."

And she glanced up at him in the mirror, and slowly said, "Including my bedroom."

In an instant she was being lifted off the stool and pushed into the wall. He grabbed both of her hands and pushed them into her chest, pinning them there. She could see the veins starting to surface from his neck.

His other hand lightly rested around her neck, and his thumb flexed over the base of her throat. Brandon felt his insides burning. Why did she do that to him? Why did she say these fucking comments that she knew would set him off?

"Sienna," he warned in a low tone, narrowing his emerald eyes at her, "Don't fuck with me."

Sienna didn't know if it was the way he was looking at her, or touching her, or how intense he was at the moment, but she strangely started to get turned on. She could feel the wetness between her legs.

Brandon knew he would never hurt her, but sometimes he wanted to pull her ass over his lap again and wear it out. The thought of her even entertaining the idea of that guy entering her bedroom, made his stomach turn. But Brandon was sick and frustrated with all of it. 

So he let go, walked toward the door and turned to her.

"You know," he said while in deep thought. "I believed you. When you told me you loved me, I believed you."

"Brandon, I--" Sienna started.

"Don't worry about it. We had a good few days, right? When you grow up, give me a call," he said to her as he walked out.

Sienna couldn't breathe again. She tried to avoid it as long as she could, but her chin started to quiver and then the tears started pouring down her face.

"Knock, knock," Chris said while entering. He immediately froze when he saw her crying.

Sienna tried to turn her head away. She fanned her face and tried to smile through her blurry vision.

"Crap. Sorry, I'm a mess right now. And sorry it took me so long," she apologized.

"Hey, no problem. It's so boring down there anyway. But your father is about to make a speech. Are you okay?" he asked.

Sienna shook her head 'yes' but she couldn't stop the tears. Chris walked over to her and handed her some tissue. She noticed him out of the corner of her eye staring at her.

"Was that BT leaving? That's his name, right?" Chris asked. He had been about to enter when Brandon rushed out of the room and slowed in his tracks when he saw Chris approaching. The two men stared at each other for a moment. But then Brandon turned and walked away.

She shook her head again as she blew into the tissue.

"Oh. Hey look, this is none of my business, but this relationship doesn't seem all that healthy to me," he said.

"It's complicated," was all Sienna was able to say.

"Okay. Is it alright that I'm with you?" Chris asked. "I only wonder because I heard he can be a little crazy and I just don't want him to come back in here and kill me or anything, you know," Chris laughed nervously.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 04



Sienna didn't say anything. Not because Brandon would try to kill him, but because thinking of him made her miserable. She wished this night would just end. Second party ruined by that bastard.

Chris continued, "I did hear this one time that they were on a co-op and BT was trapped by like 3 guys, and they were dunking his head in this barrel of water and trying to choke him with a rope! And BT grabbed his knife even though his head was submerged, stabbed the guy to his left, slit the other guy's throat, and the one who had the rope around his neck, flipped him then choked him with his own rope!"

Chris's face lit up when recalling those details he had learned from another Seal just that night while waiting on Sienna to return.

Sienna's heart was beating so fast as Chris was listing the details of Brandon's almost death. Jesus, she wished he would get out of that Navy. She needed to quit thinking about him.

She tried to remain calm. "And you believe that?"

"Well, I'm sure some of it is a little exagerrated, but BT is supposed to be freaking insane when it comes to hand to hand combat. I would love to see him in action," Chris stated with a big smile.

But Sienna noticed his face drop after he apparently thought about it for a second. She couldn't help but smile when she realized that Chris was probably thinking, actually he DOESN'T want to see it personally. But she needed a minute to herself. She needed a minute to process everything that had happened.

"Chris, I just need a second. I promise, I'll be done really soon," she said.

"Sure, of course. And, hey, I didn't mean to jump in your business like that. I just heard about him and thought it was an interesting story. But I'll see you downstairs, princess," Chris answered. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out.

Sienna cleaned up her face and turned off the light to the powder room. She was about to walk out when out of nowhere a hand came over her mouth and someone lifted her from behind. She tried to kick and scream but she seemed weak compared to the strong bands around her waist and mouth.

The person who had her trapped, drug her backwards further into the dark mansion. Finally the intruding figure released her. She gasped and was about to take off running when her captor grabbed her and swung her around.

She came face to face with Brandon. He put his finger to his lips to silence her, and she immediately closed her mouth. He grabbed her hand and led her back to a set of stairs that led down to the kitchen. They walked out of the back door and around the house to the valet stand.

When they brought Brandon's Jeep around, he opened the door for Sienna. He hadn't said a word to her, so she hesitated for a second. But truthfully, he didn't have to say anything. She would have followed him regardless.

She pulled her dress up and got in. Brandon grabbed her seat belt and leaned across her to fasten it. His hair was so close to her face while he was reaching to find the buckle, she could smell the clean soap he had used. She closed her eyes and inhaled. 

When the seat belt was properly snapped in, she opened her eyes as Brandon pulled back. She captured his eyes for a few seconds and everything that needed to be said between the two of them was said.

He leaned over and kissed her. A soft and tender kiss only on her lips.

Brandon walked around to the driver's side of the Jeep and got in. Neither one said a word as he pulled out of the driveway.

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Jackson had tried to enjoy himself at the veterans ball. He didn't particularly care for these types of events. But as Commander he was expected to show and give a speech. He had kept a close watch on his daughter most of the evening, but was called away by some other officers and then was to be on stage when an award was given out to a Veteran. 

Towards the end of his speech, he glanced at a nervous Chris down on the floor. He searched the crowd looking for Sienna. She was nowhere in sight.

Then he searched the crowd looking for Brandon. All he saw was the red headed woman dancing with another Seal. But no Brandon. Fuck!

When Jackson stepped down off the stage finally, Chris ran up to him.

"Commander Branson, may I have a word, sir?" Chris asked.

"Where is she?" Jackson asked, already dreading that answer.

Jackson and Chris stepped a few feet away.

"Um, I'm not sure, sir," Chris stated nervously.

"What? What do you mean you're not sure? I thought you two had been dancing," Jackson asked, searching the large room for his daughter again, knowing in the pit of his stomach that she wasn't there.

"Well, we were, but then she excused herself upstairs. It took her a while so I followed her up there and she said she would be down in a few minutes. But she never did come down. I stood by the bottom of the steps."

Chris didn't know much about BT, but he felt ratting on him wouldn't be the wisest thing to do. But he was sure Sienna was with him. That hurt a bit. He and Sienna weren't dating or anything, but he had hoped maybe by summer's end they could have become an item.

Jackson sighed. He was sick and tired. He wanted to go home. Damn that boy, as he thought of Brandon.

Jackson walked outside and went to retrieve his car from valet and Chris followed. As he was waiting on them to bring it around, he thought back on how he had found out about Brandon and Sienna's relationship. He had already suspected something was going on while he was in the hospital, but a conversation he overheard a month ago, confirmed his suspicion.

He had been heading out of the office that day. Jackson had only been out of the hospital for 2 days, but he felt restless at home and wanted to put in some hours on base. He still had a lot on his mind.

He always wanted to think the best of Brandon, even when others said he was too unpredictable. But Jackson had never had a problem with him. Sure there were a few bumps and mishaps along the road but overall, he was a good kid who had been through some rough times.

As he was walking out he noticed a light on in the left 23rd conference room. He also smelled contraband. Damn kids. He rounded the corner and heard them talking. He was about to tell them to knock it off and get back out of the conference room, when he heard Sienna's name.

He peeped around the corner and saw bright red hair which he knew belonged to Terry. One of his men. And a new guy, John.

"What? How long?" John asked.

"Not sure, but I heard Brandon's been hitting it every night, lucky bastard," Terry answered back while passing the joint to John.

"Man, is she hot?"

"Oh, you never got to see her at her birthday party. Shit man...she was wearing this little sexy dress. I wanted to bend her over the fucking punch table and fu--" was all Terry got out before the Commander cleared his throat.

They both stood at attention immediately, dropping the joint to the ground and smashing it quickly.

Jackson stared at both men for a few seconds. He then reached down to the floor and picked up the butt and threw it in the trash bin.

"At ease, gentlemen," Jackson said. His heart and head felt heavy. Men on his base were talking about his baby girl in this manner. And it was all because of Brandon. And he had known it but just didn't want to believe it.

He turned around and walked out feeling like a ton of lead was in his shoes that day.

When the valet brought his car around, he was headed in the direction of Brandon's house. Chris seemed nervous but he didn't say anything.

But then, Jackson thought about it. He really didn't want another confrontation. He had to think of a different method. So he turned off on the road to his house instead.

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When Brandon and Sienna reached his house he turned off the engine. Both sat there quietly not saying a word. They hadn't said a word on the car ride over either.

Only thing that had exchanged between them was when Brandon had grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He softly kissed it while keeping his eyes on the road. Then he locked their fingers together and held her hand all they way back to his house, only letting go when he needed to change gears.

Brandon got out first and opened Sienna's door. The two walked hand in hand up the stairs, and then he led her inside. Sienna was as giddy as a school girl. She could barely conceal her smile. In her eyes at this moment, he was perfect.

Inside he closed the door and turned to her. He began to shower her with more kisses. His lips traced every inch of her neck. She started feeling dizzy again.

He turned her around and began unbuttoning the back of her tight white dress. When he reached the last button, she shimmied out of the white gown as it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and turned to face him.

Brandon was so hard at that moment, he knew he was tent-poling his pants. She stood there in front of him wearing a white corset with lace white thong. Her breasts were pushed up like they were sitting on a tray just for him. His mouth started watering.

But he refused to rush this. He would never treat her like he had before. She was too fucking special for that.

Brandon walked up to her and stared hard into her eyes. Sienna started getting nervous again. Then before she could even think he swooped her up in his arms and started walking toward his bedroom. This excited and scared her. She knew he was strong, but he was acting like she didn't weigh anything. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest.

When he reached his room, he gently deposited her on his bed like she was a precious jewel. He straddled her and slowly began to pull at the lace strings holding her corset together. Her breathing sped up.

"Are you okay? Tell me if you want me to stop," Brandon whispered above her.

Sienna shook her head. "No, I want you. I love you, Brandon," she whispered back.

That was all he needed to hear.

He removed the rest of her top and gently started to slide her panties down her smooth legs. After every few inches he kissed where the fabric had been until he his lips reached her toes. He sucked her big toe into his mouth and she giggled and placed her hand over her mouth.

That caused Brandon to chuckle. Then he kissed the balls of her feet and slid the panties completely off.

She watched as he stuffed her thong into the pocket of his dress pants. Then he stared down at her beautiful naked body. She wasn't so shy this time. Her hands were out to the side leaving him a perfect view of everything. He quickly removed his jacket and dress shirt.

He leaned over her again and kissed a trail from her neck to her lips. Sienna leaned up and gently pushed him on his back. She got on top of him and started kissing his chest. She sucked a nipple into her mouth and lightly bit.

She heard him moan something. His hands were warm and hard and roaming up and down her body as she continued to kiss down his toned stomach.

She finally reached his lower region and pulled his pants off in a few quick jerks. She leaned back over him and placed his cock in her mouth. She sucked him up and down for three strokes before she removed her mouth and straddled his dick. Sienna started to lower herself down on his cock. She closed her eyes, and with each inch she took of him she winced a bit with pleasure and pain.

He felt so good entering her body. When she finally lowered herself all the way down, she took a minute to let her body adjust. Once it had, she was ready to go.

She started to roll her hips back and forth. It was driving Brandon crazy. He stared up at her. She leaned her head back and continued to ride him. Her beautiful heaving breasts were lightly bouncing up and down with each sway of her hips.

He reached both of his hands up to cup her tits. She opened her eyes and placed her hands on top of his. She started to move faster bouncing up and down.

"Uh, Brandon, fuck..oh, oh..." was all that could escape her lips. She removed her hands from his and placed them on his stomach to brace herself. She could feel her pussy tingling. Oh, she was so close.

"That's it baby, come for me. Now," Brandon growled up at her. He could feel her pussy tighten around him.

Right on cue Sienna began to half pant, half scream while she closed her eyes and her body shook. She barely had time to recover when Brandon leaned up with her on his lap. He pulled her up while he got to his knees and held onto her extremely tight.

Sienna felt she couldn't breathe while Brandon began to fuck her hard. His cock was moving so fast in and out of her that for about fifteen seconds she didn't think she had taken a breath. Her head was getting light. She started feeling the tingling again. But this one was much more powerful.

"Ooohhhh....Brandon!!! My, my..uhh," were her last words as her eyes rolled back and she felt like she had swallowed her tongue.

Brandon continued to pump in and out of her pussy. He was about twenty seconds from blowing his load. But by this point Sienna was done. She was limp in his arms. He started to kiss her, but she couldn't even kiss him back.

He pulled her head up,"Look at me, baby."

Sienna slowly opened her eyes.

"Tell me you love me," Brandon demanded.

Sienna could barely think at that moment. She was sweating, and her head was spinning.

"Now! Tell me you love me," Brandon growled fucking her even harder now.

"I, uh..God. I love you, Brandon. I love you," was all that she was able to whisper, before he pushed her on her back and came.

"Fuck! Oooh, shit!" Brandon cursed as his semen coated the walls in her pussy. Their chests were so melded into each other that Brandon swore he was feeling her heart beat and not his own. He knew he was holding her too tight but he wasn't ready to let go. Ever.

Finally, Sienna opened her sleepy eyes. She smiled up at him as he began to kiss her. A few seconds later she closed her eyes. And Brandon felt sleep hit him too. He rolled off of her and fell into the most comfortable sleep he had in years with her lying right beside him.

When Brandon awoke, he stared down at her. She was lying on her back with her naked body exposed to him. She was so beautiful. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She stirred for a moment, but fell back to sleep.

His eyes scanned over her body and rested on her toned, flat stomach. A rush of emotions hit him at that moment. He lightly brushed his finger tips over her skin, circling her belly button. He knew that there was a real possibility that she could be carrying his child. He knew that after the first time he had sex with her, and even still he never wore a condom.

The idea of fatherhood used to scare the shit out of him. He was always the first to suggest a Jimmy, no ands, ifs or buts. Even if it meant a cold shower was necessary. But with Sienna, she never mentioned it to him, and he wanted to come inside her. In a strange way, he felt as though he were marking his territory. Claiming her as his own.

Brandon smiled at the idea of being a father. He wondered what kind he would be. He actually had nothing to base it on other than how the Commander had treated him all these years. Fuck...the Commander. Guilt was starting to creep back into his mind. He hadn't meant to lose his temper that badly a week ago.

He had said some things he shouldn't have, but he felt so lost without Sienna. And he felt hurt and betrayed by the Commander. To kick him out and take his heart away from him. Brandon felt that he had hit rock bottom. But he needed to quit thinking about it.

She was here with him now, in his bed, in his life...and that was all that mattered.

He pulled Sienna closer to him and wrapped his arm around her, and drifted back to sleep. 

After finally waking up and making love one more time, they decided to leave the bedroom and sit on the couch so their bodies could rest.

Sienna was wearing an old New England Patriots shirt of his while lying on one end of Brandon's couch and he was on the other, shirtless. His eyes were glued on ESPN2 watching an old re-run of a pro basketball championship. Sienna smiled. He was so into the game. She started wiggling her foot near his crotch, brushing lightly along the sides of his dick.

He smiled and squirmed in his seat but tried not to take his eyes off the game. Sienna felt this was the beginning of her own game. She leaned up and crawled down the couch towards him and straddled his lap. He glanced at her and flashed a dangerous smile, but then turned back to the TV.

Sienna unzipped his pants but didn't unbuckle them. Instead she reached her hand into the opening of his dress pants. She grabbed his thick member and started massaging it.

Brandon tried not to look at her so he could win this little game of hers, but his eyes closed. He started unconsciously moving his hips. Damn, it felt so good. He would have to lose. He reached up to kiss her and pull her body further on top of him.

Sienna passionately kissed him back and just when his dick was rock hard, she pulled herself out of his grasp and quickly hopped off the couch and ran behind it.

Brandon's eyes flew open.

"Oh, no you fucking don't!" he said as he jumped up. Sienna burst into a fit of giggles. She was proud of her work.

"That's what you get for watching TV over me," she said teasing him folding her arms across her chest.

Brandon started to slowly walk around the left side of the couch, so Sienna skipped in the opposite direction. She started getting shivers down her spine. Brandon was staring at her with this intense look of concentration. 'Shit' she thought as he began crouching down.

Brandon launched around the corner of the couch. Sienna screamed and jumped. She tried to run but she barely got two feet before Brandon grabbed her from behind around the waist. He pulled her back so fast they both lost balance.

Brandon pulled her down on top of him as he fell over the back of the couch. They hit the couch with a thud and were on their way to rolling off. He tried to stop her from hitting the ground first so he stuck his arm out and fell on his side with her tucked safely under the other arm.

"Ouch, fuck!" he yelled.

Sienna was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. She tried to catch her breath but she couldn't control herself. She heard Brandon laughing behind her. She leaned up while Brandon rolled on his back. She straddled him again.

"How did you get to me so fast?" Sienna asked, staring down at him.

"Because I'm fast," he answered with a smile while rubbing the top of her thighs.

"I think I could do it," Sienna mumbled to herself.

"Do what?"

"Be a Navy Seal," she answered.

Brandon laughed out loud.

"What?" Sienna asked with her brow furrowed.

"First off, you can't be a Seal. No dick. So, sorry gorgeous. And secondly, if by some miracle you made it through training...you'd distract the hell out of everyone."

"Whatever. And as far as training, I'm pretty athletic. My body is in good shape and very flexible, thank you!"

Brandon smiled at her, "I know exactly how in shape and flexible your body is and let's just keep your workouts horizontal and with me, okay?"

Sienna laughed and punched him in the shoulder. "Asshole."

"See, right there! That was a weak ass punch, baby," he said while dodging another blow from her.

"Well, teach me how to do it right," she commanded as she got off of him and stood.

"What will you give me if I do?" Brandon asked, placing his hands behind his head.

Sienna put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. "Well, what do you want?"

"Oh baby, you have no idea what I want from you. But all in good time. But for now, I'll take a date. You and me on an official date."

Sienna smiled. "Deal."

Brandon stood up from the floor and stretched his arms upward.




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"Alright, you wanna learn a punching combo or a defense move?" he asked.

"Hmm, I'll take the defense move. Like if someone were attacking me, what should I do to escape?"

Brandon walked over to her. "First thing you do is punch with your right arm."

Sienna listened and followed instructions.

He continued, "Then you follow through with your right foot." Sienna placed her right foot out.

"Then if your attacker grabs your right arm, and swings behind you, you bend over taking them with you."

When Brandon grabbed her arm and pulled her back to his chest, Sienna stuck her ass in his groin and bent over with all her might pulling his arms over her shoulder just like he had said.

Sienna paused for a moment wondering how the hell this was supposed to stop someone from attacking her.

"Hey, this doesn't look like any defensive position that I'm aware of," Sienna said noticing her compromising situation.

"No, but I got you right where I want you," Brandon laughed.

She had been duped. "Asshole!" she screamed at him again trying to struggle out of his vice grip. The more she struggled the tighter he held her and laughed. Finally, she had to give in.

"Sienna," he whispered into her ear no longer laughing.

She turned her head to the side, "What?"

"I love you."

Sienna froze. She was not expecting that. She was not expecting to hear those words leave his beautiful lips. Damn, she was floored.

"I just wanted you to know that. It killed me tonight seeing you with that other guy," Brandon said while turning her around in his arms. He stared down into those sexy eyes which were starting to glisten over. He leaned down and kissed her.

Sienna was so in love with this man. She didn't care what it took this time, she was going to be with him.

"I love you more," she whispered right back to him breaking their kiss.

"Not possible, but thanks anyway," he laughed against her lips.

And just like that, she was horny again. His body pressed so tightly against hers started making her wet. She pushed away from him, pulled the shirt over her head, turned around, bent over, and braced her hands on his couch.

"So, I thought you were going to teach me a real defensive move," she said, wiggling her bare ass at him.

She glanced over her shoulder, watching him stare at her ass, but then he looked her in the eyes.

"Sienna, you just don't know what you're asking for," he said in a serious tone.

Brandon walked up behind her and ran his hand down her silky honey-brown skin. He leaned over her and then ran his hands underneath her until he reached her tits and he lightly squeezed them.

Sienna felt her pussy dampen even more. She started wiggling her ass into his pants-covered groin. She needed it now!

He leaned up and smacked her ass two good times. One on each cheek.

Brandon dropped his pants and was about to send her into another world when there was a sudden knock on his door.

"Go away!" Brandon yelled while still positioning his cock toward her pussy.

"Brandon, sir, open up. It's SP," he heard someone's muffled voice call out. SP? What the fuck did Shore Patrol want with him? Again!

"What the fuck?" he mumbled to himself. He pulled his pants back up and grabbed his shirt off the floor and handed it to her to put back on.

Sienna stood up and quickly pulled the large shirt back over her. She didn't know who it was that would cause him to stop, but she started getting nervous.

Brandon walked over and opened the door and noticed there were 3 Shore Patrol Officers. One old, one young and one hefty.

"What can I help you with, gentlemen?" he asked.

"Brandon, we need you to come with us," the heavier set SP Officer said with his hand on his gun.

Brandon scanned the nervous men's faces. I guess they had heard about his reputation and were expecting him to be difficult. He looked back in his living room at Sienna. She looked worried.

"BT, what's wrong?" she asked.

He just smiled at her. "It's fine, baby." He closed the door and turned back to the officers.

"Am I being accused of something?" he asked.

"Yes sir. You are being--" the youngest of the officers started to say, until he was immediately silenced by the heavy set one.

"He doesn't have the right to know that! And we don't have the authority to tell him. We just have to take him in," the chubby one chided to his partner.

Brandon folded his arms across his chest. "If you want me to come in quietly, you are going to have to tell me what the fuck I did."

The three of them looked back and forth between each other trying to figure out what exactly would be the easiest and least painful solution for all involved.

The chubby one looked uncomfortable, but he finally spoke up. "Well sir, you are being charged with statutory rape and sexual assault."

Brandon almost choked. "What?!"

"Um, well we were ordered to bring you in because of allegations that you had sexual intercourse with Commander Branson's daughter, Ms. Sienna Branson, when she was underage and allegations that you forced her..." chubby said, but stopping when he noticed the look on Brandon's face.

Brandon's mouth dropped. His blood was past boiling point. He felt his entire face and ears flush red. So the Commander wanted to play this low fucking game. Brandon knew what he had to do to win this. He closed his eyes and reached all the way back to his childhood and teenage years. He was pulling from the BT that lived in South Boston and could make you sorry as hell if you crossed him.

When Brandon opened his eyes he saw the younger officer pull out some handcuffs. Brandon cracked his neck. First the right side then the left. He walked down the steps, turned around so they could cuff him and said, "Let's fucking go."

*

Hope you enjoyed! Chapter 5 coming soon...

--Soular



Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 05



The car ride on the way home from the Veterans Ball was a quiet one for Jackson and Chris. Neither one knew what to say to the other. Chris stared out the window and Jackson kept his eyes on the road.

Jackson remembered the first day he had seen Brandon. Tall, lanky kid who literally got off the bus with a scruffy bag on one shoulder and a huge chip on the other. Jackson couldn't figure him out. He had volunteered, yet he acted like being there was something he didn't want to do.

Jackson believed that is what initially intrigued him about the young man. He looked over Brandon's files. Born and raised in Boston, father unknown, mother gave birth rights over to her sister and her husband when he was six. He had a few hospital records. Broken arm, bruises, stab wound to the left shoulder. Jesus, this kid had been through quite a bit.

So instead of going the old "hard ass" Lieutenant route, Jackson was nice yet stern with Brandon. It seemed to break down a few walls this kid had up that no one else could get through.

Jackson had never had a son, and figured if he had, his would have been very different than Brandon, but there was something about this kid that touched him. And he was so serious all the time, but when he smiled, it would make whoever was around want to smile too. Why the hell had everything gone so wrong?

When Jackson and Chris reached the house, Chris turned to him and asked, "Do you want me to go look for her?"

Jackson sighed and shook his head 'no'. "She's with him. And he can get out of control sometimes. I wouldn't want anything to happen," he said, exiting the car.

This was killing Chris. He wanted to go find her. He didn't want her being hurt. He had seen how she crumpled to the floor when he had taken the phone away from her at the hair salon, and how devastated she had looked when she saw Brandon earlier tonight with another woman.

When they entered the house, Jackson walked into his study and shut the door. He sat down and put his head into his hands. He just wanted everything to stop. Or for things to go back to a more comfortable time. When Sienna was a young girl, and Brandon was a young hot headed kid who would listen to his every word.

Why couldn't he turn back the hands of time to those days? Before shit got so complicated.

But there was something else plaguing Jackson. He had tried to block it out, but he had heard Brandon say it loud and clear. 'You don't want me as a part of your family anymore, huh?! Well, I just might be in nine months, motherfucker!'

Jesus, all of this was happening way too fast. Sienna had just delivered a massive string of tantrums because he threatened to pull her tuition, yet obviously, unless Brandon was bluffing, she might not even be going to school due to other complications. He was so confused. He couldn't think about that anymore.

But deep down Jackson had to face what he feared the most. Why he objected to Sienna and Brandon's relationship. In Sienna, he saw his ex-wife. Someone who made impulsive decisions without thinking and ruined their family. Over his dead body, would be the only way Sienna would follow that path.

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"Screw your stupid ass friend!" April hollered across the crowded bar to Terry.

"Honey, in this crowd, you're going to have to be a little more specific," he laughed in her direction, while taking another sip of his beer. He had a lousy time at the veterans ball, and stopping at the usual dingy bar seemed like a welcome change to the stiffs he was forced to be with earlier that night.

April staggered over to him, obviously drunk out of her mind. She tried to lean against the counter but fell more on Terry than her intended target.

Terry gazed down at April's sweaty smiling face. She was a pretty woman. Well, when her hair wasn't matted and her eyes weren't blood shot red from drinking.

"So what's new, April?" Terry asked, taking another sip.

"I hate BT. He's such a piece of shit!" she slurred, while almost slipping off the counter again.

"What has captain crazy done to you now?" Terry inquired, turning back to nurse his beer, completely uninterested. Nothing April ever said was worth anyone's time. Now if she took her top off and told him, maybe he'd be a little more enthusiastic to hear.

"I can't believe, he is--he is, um, so fucking stupid. He kicked me out of his house for--for that young black bitch! Ain't she related to someone high up or somethin'. Little slut," she slurred, eyes half closed.

"What are you talking about?" Terry turned to her a little more interested since he believed that it was Sienna she was referring to.

"She shows up at his doorstep (hiccup), no doubt a few minutes too early for their little(hiccup)--little, whatever the fuck they have. I think it was her birthday. Yeah, eighteenth. Anyway, after that asshole fucks me, he picks her up and walks her back to his room and kicks me out!!" she yelled.

Terry's mind started rotating and plotting. He remembered all those years ago when he first met Brandon Temple. Immediately, he didn't like him. He just seemed too fucking cool and crazy. That kind of guy you wish you could be if you weren't scared of consequences. Terry knew it was probably jealousy that coursed through his veins, but he didn't care.

And for some reason, girls seemed to love BT. They would flock to him in any bar, in any country they traveled to. He'd act so uninterested in them, but their panties seemed to drop. Clever, how that worked.

But most of all, Terry hated the way the Commander seemed to love everything about Brandon. He'd seen BT fly off the handle more times than he could count due to his temper, but Commander Branson was always there to back him up.

Once they were on a mission, and they had been given direct orders not to get involved in any civilian warfare. They were there for a specific reason, and they had to get out once their mission was complete.

They had come across two men who were beating this young female and ripping her clothes off. Terry wasn't going to lie, it was hard to watch, but that wasn't a part of their mission. Commander Branson told them not to engage.

But out of the corner of Terry's eye, he saw Brandon raise his gun slightly and pulled the trigger twice. In an instant, both of the men's brains exploded onto the back of the wall and the young girl took off running and screaming.

Commander Branson had seen it too, but when they got back to base for their debriefing, Brandon got away scott free. That had bothered Terry. A lot. He figured if another man had done it, the Commander would have had his ass for disobeying a direct order. But BT was special for some fucking reason. He truly resented that.

And it wasn't just those moments. Terry recalled another time when he had been flirting with this hot little waitress at a local bar. He was checking his jeans to make sure he had a condom, when he saw BT walk up to her, whisper something in her ear, and the girl followed him out. Terry was literally standing there with the world's hardest hard on watching Brandon score with the woman of his dreams. Or at least the woman for that night.

Oh yes, that happened more times than he wanted to admit. Including with Terry's own on and off again girlfriend, Alice. She had wanted BT, but settled for him instead. But he still believed that Brandon had fucked Alice. He couldn't prove it, but she seemed to get flustered whenever she saw BT or when Terry mentioned his name. Slut probably did, now that he thought about it.

He wished he could just grow some balls and confront BT, but that was easier said than done. BT was an intimidating guy. When you call his name, and he turns to you, nailing you with his glare, you forget what the fuck you were going to say. So Terry never got up the nerve, and BT thought the two of them were friends, so probably better left unsaid.

Maybe they were friends, but Terry wanted for once, Brandon to get what should have come to him a long time ago. Payback was definitely a bitch.

"So, you sure this was the day of her eighteenth birthday? Could it have been earlier?" Terry asked, bringing his wandering mind back to the present and April's long, rambling story.

He looked down at her, and she was asleep on his shoulder and drooling. He quickly nudged her off. "Wake the fuck up."

"Hey, what the hell?" April yelled, almost tipping over.

"Could it have been before her eighteenth birthday?" he asked again.

"Um, no, I don't think so. I don't know, I was kinda out of it, you know. No, it was definitely her birthday. Or someone's birthday," April answered, scrunching her nose up trying to remember.

"But it COULD have been earlier, right? I mean, did the two of them seem to already have a relationship? Did he sleep with her that night?" Terry prodded on.

April just stared at him as if she didn't understand the question.

Terry continued, " I mean, you said he picked her up against her will and drug her into his bedroom and slammed the door, right?"

April furrowed her brow. "Um, did I say that? I don't think she didn't want him to though. I don't think anyway." April was officially confused at this point.

"But she could have said no though, right? And it MIGHT have been before her birthday. I mean, if she's coming to his place in the middle of the night, that was probably more than a one time type of deal, right?" Terry encouraged.

April just stared at him blankly. " I guess so," she said.

Terry also thought about BT fucking Sienna. That made him angry and horny. He had a thing for the Commander's daughter, even when she was underage. He had known that Sienna had a crush on Brandon. Hell, they all did. But Terry wouldn't have minded spending a few nights with her. She just had that thing about her. Like she was wanting it. And Terry was more than willing to give it to her.

Sure, he pretended to be her friend, but mostly he would just stare at her when no one was looking. And a few months ago, he had blocked his number and started dialing her cell phone several times. She would answer and he'd hang up. He knew it was crazy, but he didn't care. It didn't have to make sense. But now that little bitch would pay for driving him crazy all of these years.

The wheels in his head were turning in overdrive. If he could pull this grand scheme off, and remove Brandon from the picture, then maybe Sienna would come running into his arms for a change. 

He thought it might not be a bad idea to take poor April to a hotel for a few hours tonight, before he made an early trip to Shore Patrol.

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Officer Silas was sitting at his desk about to pour a shot of bourbon into his early morning coffee when the receptionist said he had a visitor.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He just prayed it wasn't his ex-wife. It was 5:30 am. Way too early in the fucking morning to be dealing with her never-ending array of bullshit.

"It's Terry Winstead, sir," his receptionist yelled from the front.

"Who? Oh, nevermind, send him in," Silas said, while swishing around his 'coffee'.

Terry entered into Silas's office like a man on a mission. This had to work, because if it didn't, this would be his ass on the line.

"Hi, son, come on in," Silas said while putting his feet up on his desk. He noticed Terry was still in his Dress Whites from the Veterans Ball the previous night.

"Thank you, sir," Terry said nervously.

"So, what can I do for you?"

Terry was about to get up and walk out. This was crazy he thought. He wasn't sure if he could go through with it. But then he thought of that prick getting everything he wanted, AND getting Sienna on top of that.

Fuck that. Yes, he could do this.

"Sir, this might come as a shock to you, but I have some pretty damaging information," Terry said.

This piqued Silas's curiosity. Most of his work consisted of drunk naval officers, never anything worth getting out of bed over.

"Shoot," Silas said as he took a sip of his drink.

"Well sir, do you know of Brandon Temple?"

Silas rolled his eyes. Prick. He didn't dislike the kid, but that scene he had pulled in the Commanders yard was unacceptable. And his fucking car window!

"Yeah, I know about him. What's he done this time?"

Terry cleared his throat. "This is hard to say since he's a friend of mine, but I can't hold this in any longer. He has been having a sexual relationship with Commander Branson's daughter, Sienna," Terry quickly said, while shaking his head.

"Well, that's a personal matter between the Commander and Brandon. None of my business."

"Would it be your business if she were only 15 or 16 when it started?" Terry asked.

Silas stared at Terry for a moment. He slowly removed his feet from the desk and sat up straight in his chair. His eyes narrowed at Terry.

"You know, this is a matter for the local police. I mean, we help out when we can, but our main objective is to keep sailors from getting too rowdy. Not something this heavy."

"I know sir, but I kinda wanted to keep it with us, you know. Plus, I know you can use a little discretion, unlike the police," Terry said.

Silas leaned back in his chair. "That's a pretty harsh accusation there, son. You have proof to any of that?" Silas asked.

"Well, I have a witness. She saw Brandon drag Sienna to his room after a party when she was underage," Terry said with disgust.

Silas raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, he's my friend," Terry continued sadly. "But I can't let him get away with hurting such a sweet, innocent girl like Sienna."

"Do you think you could get this witness to come in and recount their story to me?"

"Yes, absolutely. I can send her in now, if you want. She's here with me," Terry added.

Silas nodded his head, "Send her in."

Something seemed really weasley about that kid. He didn't want to say he was lying, but if Brandon was his friend and comrade, he wouldn't have snitched on him.

Silas wasn't sure what was going on, but those allegations were serious enough that he couldn't sweep them under his desk. He had to deal with them. And that meant bringing that prick into his office, and he was sure Brandon wouldn't come in without a fight. Shit.

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Jackson couldn't sleep. He had been tossing and turning all night. He looked at his clock. It read 6:32 am. Damn.

He decided to get up and and go downstairs. He fixed himself a hot cup of coffee. He leaned against the counter about to take a long sip contemplating on his next step to handle this whole Brandon/Sienna situation, when his phone rang.

"Hello?" Jackson said.

"Hi sir, it's Silas over here at Shore Patrol. I have a situation on my hands, but I wanted to run it by you so you'll know what's going on. And sir, I need to tell you now, I can't cover his ass on this one. I have to report it due to the seriousness of the matter. And truthfully, if it all rings true, I'll have to hand this over to the police."

"You have to report what?" Jackson asked, slightly irritated that he was receiving this call so early in the morning.

"Well sir, Brandon has been accused of statutory rape, and sexual assault."

The Commander shook his head for a moment, stunned.

"What?!" he asked

"He was accused by someone with rape of a minor," Silas said cautiously. "And sir, they are claiming that the person he raped was Sienna."

Jackson couldn't say a word.

"Hello? Commander?" he heard Silas say on the line, but he couldn't talk just yet. It can't be true. Someone who knows for sure? Brandon had said that he never touched her until she turned 18. Not that knowing that was comforting. But deep down Jackson had believed him. And now it might have been forced? Oh God, the shit was about to hit the fan. No, break the fucking fan.

The Commander was a good man. He respected all people. And if it were up to him, they would all be out of the job if he could enforce world peace. He believed in all of that corny doves and holding hands stuff. But...if that son of a bitch hurt his baby...especially when she was too young to do anything about it, under his own roof, no holding cell would keep him out and he would rip his fucking balls off and shove them down his throat.

"Commander?" Silas asked again.

Jackson could feel the negative energy flowing through his body. "I'm here. I'll be down there in a few minutes. Is he there now?"

"No sir, but I'm having my men pick him up as we speak. I'll try to keep it with our department as long as possible until I can figure out what the hell is going on, but I may not have long. See you when you get here."

With that, Jackson hung up the phone, grabbed his jacket and walked out.

Chris hadn't been able to sleep either, and when he heard the Commander downstairs, he was about to join him until the phone rang. He wasn't sure what was said, but whatever it was, he didn't think it was good. 

Chris ran downstairs and grabbed his keys. He knew the Commander didn't want him to, but he was going to drag Sienna back here, Brandon be damned!

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Brandon was sitting in the small cell area. He was brought in without a shirt, but they supplied him with some ugly brown shirt with numbers on it, but at this point, he really didn't care. He was thinking about the fact that he had actually planned on apologizing to the Commander for his behavior earlier that week. But now...fuck that.

Brandon was trying to think of so many ways to fuck up the Commander's life, it wasn't even funny. He couldn't believe that Commander Branson would stoop so low. To call him a rapist? Oh, his evil mind thought of so much shit. But nothing could fuck with the Commander like his daughter.

If Brandon didn't love Sienna so much and value his career in the Seals, he would have video taped himself fucking her in every way he could, coming in all 3 holes, and send that shit in an email file to the Commander along with his superiors email addresses. Oh yes, he would think of some way to fuck him up. Was it immature? Yes. Did he give a fuck? No.

But he'd never in a million years do that to Sienna. That was his heart and he couldn't stand to see her hurt.

As Brandon was contemplating his master plan, Officer Silas came to his cell.

"Alright son, you're up," he said opening the cell door.

Brandon stretched and walked out. He was so tense, that his back felt like a spring coil. Officer Silas lead him into an interrogation room. Plain, simple white room with bad lighting and a weird mold smell.

"Water?" Silas offered Brandon.

Brandon just stared at him.

"Okay, so let's get to it," Silas said, reading Brandon's hostile mood.

"So, we have a dilemma here. Someone is accusing you of rape. Do you know who would do that?"

Brandon continued to stare.

"Well, they are saying you raped Sienna Branson when she was underage. Is that true?"

Still nothing.

"Did you have a sexual relationship with her before she turned 18?"

Silence.

Silas realized he was going to have to go about this another route. He knew Brandon wasn't going to offer anything to him. So, he knew he had to hit a little below the belt to get him to open up.

"Well, you know when we checked you in, we noticed that you had a white lace thong in your pocket. l'm assuming that belongs to her. Bet you've seen many of hers, right? Now the question is...were the panties for a younger girl or older girl?" he said smiling.

Silas saw Brandon's jaw twitch and tighten. He knew he was getting to him.

"I mean, I've seen Sienna. Whew! She's hot! I totally understand the connection there, son. Trust me," Silas laughed. 

Then he leaned back in his chair and continued, "I remember this one time, I was on base helping the Commander with a problem, and she came bouncing in. And do mean bouncing." He made the emphasis with his hands rounded and over his chest.




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"She ran up to her father to get some money from him and she had on the shortest, tight, white shorts I had ever seen. And the contrast with those soft-looking milk chocolate legs, Goddamn! If someone could have poured some cold water on my crotch right then, I wouldn't have felt a thing!"

"What the fuck do you want?" Brandon gritted through his teeth, finally breaking down.

Silas straightened back up and dropped the smile. "I want you to tell me what the fuck is going on. Do you have a reason to be here or not?"

"That's a question for Commander Branson, not me," Brandon answered tightly.

Silas leaned back again. So, Brandon thought the Commander was behind this. This kid needed to keep his enemies close, but his friends closer. Shit, he kinda felt sorry for him for not knowing it was Terry who turned him in.

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Chris finally made it to Brandon's house. He had gotten lost along the way, but with the help of a gas attendant and a phone call to Lori, he made it.

When he pulled up, he noticed Brandon's Jeep parked there. He was so fucking nervous all of a sudden, but he was determined to knock on the door and give Brandon a piece of his mind.

Chris's palms got sweaty and his feet seemed heavy. Okay, you can do this he told himself over and over again.

When he reached the front door and knocked, it swung open immediately. But instead of looking up like he was expecting, he looked down at Sienna's tear streaked face. Immediately he went into protective mode.

"What the hell, are you okay?" he asked, grabbing her shoulders.

"They took him!! I don't know where and they wouldn't tell me anything!!!" she screamed at him as she grabbed him for hug.

Chris stood there holding her in his arms for a few minutes trying to figure out what she was talking about. He stroked her back until her sobs died down.

"Okay Princess, what happened?" he asked, leading her back into Brandon's house.

Sienna sat down on the couch totally distraught over everything that had just happened. She tried to recount for Chris what had just taken place through her heavy breathing and light sniffles.

"He, he went outside and there were some Shore Patrol officers waiting on him. They said he had to come with them. But they wouldn't tell me anything! They handcuffed him!!" she said getting upset again.

"I was going to follow them, but I don't know how to drive his Jeep. It's a stick shift. Can you take me to their offices?" she asked Chris, her wet eyes full of hope.

This was not the position that Chris wanted to be in. He was trying to keep her AWAY from Brandon. Not encouraging her to see him. But the way she was looking at him right now, he knew he would cave and take her anyway.

He at least he could try to stall her. He knew she couldn't be comfortable in the same long gown from last night.

"Hey, do you want to stop by your house first and change?" Chris offered, as he opened the door to his car for her.

"No! I want to get to Brandon," Sienna said, buckling her seat belt.

"Sienna, please, they just took him, right?. Let's just stop by your house first and see if your dad is back. Maybe he can help in this whole situation."

"Or maybe he caused this whole situation!" she spat back at him.

But then Sienna thought about it. "Yes, actually. Do take me to my house."

Chris didn't understand the sudden change, but he wasn't going to disobey.

As soon as they reached the Commander's house, Sienna jumped out of the car. She ran up to her room and started packing her clothes. She would not spend another night in her father's house if he was going to play these horrible games. She changed quickly out of her gown and threw on the first thing she could find, which was a teal, thin summer dress.

When she came wobbling down the stairs with two heavy suitcases, she saw Chris's face drop.

"Sienna, this isn't right," he quietly said.

Sienna walked right past him and threw her bags in the trunk. They passed Brandon's on their way to the Shore Patrol Offices, so she dropped her bags in his room, to complete her mini independence.

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

"Well Brandon, since you said that was a question for the Commander to answer, maybe we should let him. He's here and wants to speak with you. Of course, strictly off the record," Silas told Brandon as he stood up and opened the door.

Brandon smirked, "Well, well."

Commander Branson entered the room, staring down the young man, clearly not amused. He was running off of less than 8 hours of sleep in the past 3 days and even less patience. As soon as he sat down across from Brandon, he laid into him.

"You son of a bitch. Did you--," Jackson didn't even want to say it. He wasn't ready to deal with this. "Did you r-rape my daughter?" he growled at him.

Brandon just sat there staring at him. Brandon's eyes narrowed. This man who he had treasured and respected for 10 fucking years was turning out to be his biggest enemy. What he did to Marcus was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to the Commander. His ass would be locked up forever, but fuck it, he could think about it.

Brandon had to relax his jaw. He was biting down so hard he could hear his teeth scraping together.

"What do you think?" was Brandon's answer for the Commander.

Jackson lost it. He jumped up and flipped the table out of the way about to attack Brandon before Silas grabbed him and pulled him away.

"Stop! This isn't why I let you come in here! Come on, Commander," Silas warned.

Jackson put his hands up. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he said shaking his head. "I shouldn't have done that. Shit."

Silas released him and kept his body between Jackson and Brandon. Brandon remained seated and calm, but Silas noticed the veins bulging in the side of Brandon's neck along with the balled up fists gripping his pants.

Jackson stared down at the floor for a few minutes, composing himself. He took a few deep breaths and turned and exited the room without looking in Brandon's direction again.

Silas turned to Brandon. "Hmm, that didn't go well."

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Once Sienna and Chris reached the Shore Patrol offices, she gave her statement to Silas. Unfortunately the Commander had seen her come in and a shouting match ensued between the two of them. Or actually, more Sienna than the Commander. Chris tried to break it up, but Sienna blamed her father for Brandon being held there. Even though the Commander denied it, Sienna wouldn't listen.

Terry had been back in the offices, about to follow up on Brandon's case, when he saw the event between Sienna and her dad unfold. And the poor kid stuck in the middle of it, looked so uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey, Sienna, calm down," Terry said as he barged in on their group.

"Sienna, I didn't say anything to Silas about Brandon. I've been trying to help him this whole time. But I'm upset with both of you for lying to me," Jackson tried to reason with his daughter.

"Why should I believe you?! You called SP on him once already!" Sienna screamed back at him.

Terry grabbed her waist and pulled her away. Sienna was crying again. God, she hated being so emotional. She just didn't want to deal with her father right now.

Chris saw Terry pull her away, and was two seconds from pulling her back, until she glared over at him and Jackson.

"Hey, Commander, I'll take her to her a friends house or something to cool down, alright?" Terry asked, rubbing Sienna's back through her sobs.

Jackson felt that maybe that was best. He was so sick and tired of this whole thing. He just wanted to go home and finish some work to take his mind off of all of this.

"Fine, thanks Terry," Jackson said, and he turned and walked out of the offices. Chris hesitated, but then followed the Commander out.

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

Terry and Sienna were quiet on the way to Lori's house. Sienna was still so upset. She told Silas that Brandon had never touched her, until she was older and legal, but he said since she was the alleged victim and in a relationship with the accused, her statement wasn't necessarily credible enough to let him go. Her mind and body felt so heavy. She knew she was stressed out to the maximum.

"Hey, do you mind if we stop by my apartment first," Terry asked her.

Sienna really didn't want to. She just wanted to go to Lori's and cry on her shoulder. But since he was generous enough to drive her, she shook her head 'no'.

"Thanks, I just have to stop by for something really quickly."

When they pulled up to Terry's apartment, he got out and ran around the car to open her door. Sienna stared up at him but didn't move.

"Um, well I actually have to look for something, so I didn't want you to have to wait in the car for a long time," Terry explained to her.

Sienna didn't say anything, but she got out of the car and followed him to his apartment.

Inside, she noticed how everything was very neat and organized, much like Brandon's room. She tried to feel at ease since she had known Terry for just as long as she'd known Brandon, but she had never been alone with him, and that was unsettling.

"Would you like something to drink?" Terry asked, watching Sienna.

"Um, sure. Thanks."

Terry went around the corner to the kitchen. Sienna took that opportunity to search the room. She shivered for a moment. Something about his living room was so cold. No pictures on the wall and just a bland white color.

Terry came back from the kitchen with two glasses of wine.

"Here you go," he said, and handed her a glass.

Sienna stared at it for a moment, but didn't want to be rude. She wasn't old enough to drink, but she figured Terry would keep this little secret.

Terry took a sip of the wine while keeping his eyes on Sienna. He noticed how she delicately sipped the wine while avoiding eye contact with him. That bothered him. He could easily read her expressions, and she was growing more uncomfortable by the minute.

"Excuse me, I'll go look for it now," Terry said and walked toward the back of the apartment.

Sienna stood there holding her wine glass in both hands and staring at her feet. She didn't feel well. Her head hurt and her stomach was in knots from all of this stress. She had barely known a few days with Brandon that weren't full of stress. Why didn't everyone just leave them alone!

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a loud thud coming from the back room.

"Terry?!" she said, as she sprinted to the location of the noise.

She followed the sound into the back room and saw Terry piling some boxes back up into a closet.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, just dropped some things."

"Oh." Sienna said, realizing she was in his bedroom. She turned to leave when he grabbed her wrist. Sienna slowly turned around with wide eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" Terry said, gripping her tighter.

Sienna slowly shook her head 'yes' while she stared down at his hand wrapped around one of her wrists.

"Why him? Why Brandon?"

"What?" she asked, looking up at him confused.

"Why do you want him? You know, as opposed to someone like me?" Terry said, staring in her eyes.

Sienna felt a cold chill creeping up her spine.

"I, uh, I don't know. I was just drawn to him. Always have been," she smiled, trying to make light of this awkward situation.

"So you can't be drawn to me?" Terry asked, while his eyes slowly roamed over her body.

In that instant, Sienna felt dirty. She tried to pull away, but it made him squeeze her tighter.

"How can you want to be with him with what he's done to you?" Terry asked with disgust.

"What? He hasn't done anything to me. Those are lies and you know that! He's your friend," Sienna spat back at him.

"Is he?" Terry said slowly, as one side of his mouth curved into a smile.

Sienna shivered. She knew where this was going. She tried to jerk her hand away, but that caused Terry to swing her back toward him. Her body slammed up against his chest.

"Terry, let go of me!!!" Sienna screamed as she swung at him.

Terry caught her other hand and pushed her backwards toward his bed. He flung her down so hard it caused her to violently bounce, jerking her neck in the process. But Sienna immediately started kicking at him and screaming.

"Nooo!!! Terry, stop!!!"

He caught her foot and pulled her off of the bed and onto the floor with a thud, causing her dress to slide up in the process. Sienna felt her back hit the floor and it knocked the wind out of her.

Terry took this opportunity to quickly lay his entire body on top of her covering her mouth. He had been waiting for this moment so long. He would show her that he could be much better than Brandon.

"Sssh...please, just listen to me," he tried to persuade, as Sienna kicked and thrashed underneath him.

"Sienna, sshh, listen to me, sweetheart. I can make Brandon's charges go away," he whispered to her.

Sienna continued to kick, push and scream a muffled yell into his hand, while his other hand roamed between her legs. Sienna felt him rip her panties off in two quick tugs. The fabric dug into her skin and burned.

"Listen! I know the girl who accused Brandon. I can tell her to take it back if you just make this easy on me, honey."

Sienna knew tears were pouring out of the corners of her eyes. Her whole body was trembling. She never thought this would happen to her. She never thought she would be the kind of girl who got herself into this type of situation.

After ripping her panties, he pinned her wrists above her head with his free hand.

Her sobs were heavy and deep in her body. She couldn't move him one inch. He was pressing her hands down into his carpet so hard, she felt her wrists were going to break.

Terry was steadily pleading with her, "Listen, just don't tell anyone about this, and I'll have Brandon out by tomorrow, okay? But if you tell, I swear, they will turn him over to the police, and he'll be in prison for a long time. I have Officer Silas wrapped around my finger. I mean it," he said, while trying to pull his pants down.

She felt his bare skin touching her and she thought she would vomit. She struggled even harder, but he didn't budge. Her body felt like a ton of bricks. Her vision was blurred through her tears and she couldn't think straight. But she knew she had to do something.

She bit Terry's hand with all of her might, trying to break the skin.

"Shit!" he screamed, and jerked his hand away. "Fuck Sienna," he yelled as he smacked her across the face. But before he could get his hand back over her mouth, Sienna screamed with all the power she had left, the only name her brain could register at the moment...even if he was no where around.

Braaaandddooon!!! Hellpp!!! Brand--" was all she got out before Terry covered her mouth again, with more pressure than before. She could feel him prodding her entrance and she felt sick again. She would have started dry heaving if he removed his hand.

Terry didn't want it to happen like this, but this little bitch was going to quit driving him crazy. He didn't want to think about any consequences right now, he just wanted to feel her wrapped around him. Yes, he would be like Brandon. No consequences, right?

He released his hand from her wrists to try to guide his dick toward her pussy, when Sienna grabbed his hair with both hands and yanked with all her might.

Terry's head jerked roughly to the side. "Fuuuckkk!!" he screamed, trying to pry her hands from his hair.

He barely had two seconds to lean up before Sienna kneed him in the balls. Terry immediately turned her loose and dropped to the ground beside her. He felt nauseated. He started seeing stars instantly. His stomach felt like it was in his throat. He tried to grab her as she got up, but he was dizzy, and only caught her sandal.

Sienna knew that was the only chance she would have gotten. Once she kicked him in the nuts, she rolled away from him and tried to take off running. He grabbed her foot, but she kicked him loose and took off down the hallway.

She didn't know where she was going but made it to his door and fumbled with the lock but somehow managed to get it open, and then sprinted down the steps of his apartment building.

Terry stumbled out of his bedroom and tried to scream her name again, but he thought he was going to throw up. Then an uneasy feeling started creeping up. She was going straight to Brandon. Fuck! Now, he felt sick again. Shit, he had fucked up so bad. His plan had gone horribly wrong.

She wanted to scream 'help' but something told her to just run. Don't stop. So she didn't. She wasn't sure how far she had run, but she eventually felt the burning in her lungs so she stopped and bent over to catch her breath.

Sienna had left her handbag in Terry's car and she wasn't even sure where she was, but she found the nearest gas station. She went inside and used their phone to call Lori to pick her up.

"Oh hell no!!" Lori screamed, when she and Sienna had finally made it back to Brandon's place. Sienna had refused to talk about it in the car ride back. Plus she was too busy hyperventilating.

Sienna was sitting in the bathtub with her hands wrapped around her knees, in luke-warm water. Lori was pacing back and forth.

"Oh, fuck no! Oh my God, I'm going to kill that bastard!" she screamed, causing Sienna to jump.

Lori suddenly stopped pacing. "Oh!! Wait until I tell Brandon. He is going to fuck him up so bad!!!"

"No," Sienna whispered from the tub. "I don't want him or my father knowing. It's only going to cause more problems. Brandon has enough to deal with sitting there alone in that place anyway."

"What?! You're not going to let him get away with this, are you?"

"I don't know. Just give me a minute," Sienna said. She still couldn't think straight. It all just seemed like a bad dream. A nightmare. She started feeling the bile rise up in her throat.

Suddenly she launched up out of the tub and leaned over the toilet. She started vomiting.

"Jesus!" Lori exclaimed, while trying to hold her hair back.

"I'm sorry, my nerves. First off my dad and Brandon, then Brandon gets arrested, and now this!" she weakly laughed while wiping her mouth. She got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself and walked to Brandon's bed and plopped down face first.

Lori heard the first big sob and she quickly walked over and laid down beside her.

"It's okay, we'll figure something out," Lori promised her.

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

Sienna wasn't ready to do this. She didn't know if she could fully trust Officer Silas with her secret. Plus, she wasn't sure if Terry was bluffing about having him wrapped around his finger. But her dad seemed to think highly of Officer Silas, so Sienna would take her chances.

She had been scared to go to the police or Shore Patrol the day Terry attacked her, but Brandon had been in holding for two days already, and she was withholding some key information that could release him.

When Sienna stepped into Officer Silas's office, it smelled of burgers. He was trying to gobble down what was left of his lunch. He motioned her to sit down while he was trying to swallow and drink a coke at the same time.

"Hey Sienna, how are you holding up?" he finally asked, when his airway was no longer blocked.

"I'm okay," she answered.

The two sat in silence for a few moments until Officer Silas spoke.

"So, what can I help you with?"

Sienna chewed on her bottom lip. She wished so bad she could ask for her father's guidance in this matter, but she didn't want him to know either.

"Um, I just wanted to tell you again, that Brandon hasn't done anything wrong," she said shakily.

Silas let out his breath. He figured this was why she was here and why she was so skittish.

"Look Sienna, I already took your statement. I know you want to help him, but let me do some more investigating and--"




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 05



"He is innocent! I know Terry turned him in. But Terry lied about all of this!" Sienna yelled through tears. She couldn't control herself. She was sick of being this emotional. She had cried a river right before she even came to his office.

Silas stopped mid sentence with that accusation. He cocked his head to the side and tapped his fingers on his desk.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"He told me. Some girl that accused Brandon, was told to do so by Terry," Sienna explained.

"And why would he tell you, of all people," Silas questioned.

Sienna wasn't ready for this, but she had to get it off her chest if it meant saving Brandon.

"He, uh...he attacked me," she whispered, while staring down at his desk.

"Excuse me?"

Sienna looked up at him and told him again. "He attacked me at his apartment, two days ago. The day Brandon was arrested."

"Have you reported it to the police?"

"No, and please don't say anything to anyone," Sienna begged sliding to the edge of her chair, leaning on his desk. "I can't have my father or Brandon knowing. Especially Brandon. He would just get into even more trouble."

Silas leaned back. He was so sick of this shit. He truthfully just wanted it to all go away.

"Sienna, you understand the conundrum I'm in, right? Terry accuses Brandon of rape, and now you accuse Terry? See where I"m going with this?"

Sienna sighed. "All I'm asking is that you ask this girl again if Terry made her tell you that Brandon raped me. Because she's lying, and he asked her to."

And with that statement, she grabbed her purse and stood.

"Sienna?" Officer Silas called to her before she could walk out.

"Yes?"

"If Terry is lying about all of this with Brandon, and he did attack you, I will call the police and have them haul his ass to jail. And it won't take long for word to get around about what he's done. I just wanted to give you a heads up on that."

Sienna shook her head. She would pay that price later, but she wanted Brandon out of there.

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

April tried to swing the door back, but caught it when she realized that would not be good to do to a Shore Patrol Officer.

Silas stood there, not moving and looking amused at her last minute decisions to not slam the door in his face. He didn't bother with any formalities, he just pushed right past her, walked into her kitchen and sat down.

April just stood there, scared to death. Her face was turning whiter by the minute.

Silas leaned back in the chair and put his hands behind his head.

"So April, I heard something, and I wanted to run it by you. Crazy little idea, but what the hell. The other day when you came into my office crying, saying that Brandon was a rapist and you were tired of holding this secret, yada, yada, yada...you were telling me the truth, right?

April's face turned even whiter if that were possible. She finally shook her head 'yes'.

Silas leaned back and stared at her for a moment. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head.

"Because, see here's the thing. If someone TOLD you to say those things about Brandon, perhaps someone like Terry, then that person would be in a lot of hot water. I mean a lot. And if you admitted the truth now, then I would easily spare you, and say you were just a little pawn in this twisted game. Just a small slap on the wrist would be all that you received," he said with a smile.

April bit her bottom lip thinking about it.

"So, I'm giving you an out just in case you could have been mistaken in Brandon's case. I have nothing to gain in this. I think Brandon's an asshole and I think Terry is a schmuck, so I don't care either way. But if you swear by your word, then fine. Brandon will stay locked up until I turn this over to the police, no harm done. But...," he said slowly, "if I find out you did lie, so help me, I will see that you pay," he threatened.

Silas stood up, tipped his hat and walked to her door. "So you have a good day now, and keep in touch."

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Brandon still didn't know that the fuck was going on. One minute he's being interrogated and sitting for four days in a cell on some bogus charge that everyone seemed to believe, and now he was in his Jeep on his way back to his house with Sienna.

He looked over at her. She seemed worried. Upset even.

When they reached his house, both got out without speaking a word. She was walking in front of him when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back for a kiss. She grimaced but quickly tried to compose herself. But it didn't go unnoticed.

Brandon looked down at her arms. He saw the light purplish-blue ring around her wrists.

"What the fuck?! Who did that to your wrists?" Brandon stopped, suddenly examining them closer.

Sienna wanted to jerk them away, but it was too late. He had already seen.

Brandon looked up at her waiting for an answer.

"Um, I really don't remember," she said while staring at her wrists. Anything to avoid looking into his eyes at that moment. She could feel him staring at her. His eyes always seemed to scorch her skin and dig for the truth behind her words.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke again. "You have bruises all the way around your wrists, and you don't remember how you got them?" he asked, skeptical.

Sienna had to play this off. "I know that sounds weird, but with everything that has happened in the past couple of days, hell, weeks, I have been stressed out and I don't remember."

She gently pulled her hands away from him. She stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. At first he continued to stare into her eyes and didn't kiss her back. But then he gave in and kissed her long and deep.

When she pulled away, and walked up the steps, she noticed he didn't follow. She turned around and he was still standing there.

"What?" she asked, already knowing what the problem was.

"You know what."

Sienna sighed, "Brandon, I don't remember, okay? I'm sure I probably did something in my sleep."

Brandon didn't know what was going on, but he she looked tired and he didn't want to make her feel worse. But he was determined to get to the bottom of that issue. She hadn't heard the last of that.

He walked up the steps and followed her inside. Sienna sat down at his kitchen table and Brandon walked toward the back of the house.

All he wanted was a shower. That was it. Nothing else. Well, when it came to Sienna he could always use 'something else', but seriously, he just wanted a hot shower. He entered his bedroom, took off his shirt, and was about to yell for Sienna, when he noticed pink suitcases on his floor. Some designer cases with LV written all over them. He assumed that expensive ass, Louis Vuitton shit.

He walked out of his bedroom about to ask her about the suitcase when he noticed she wasn't sitting at the table. He looked over toward his couch and saw her sound asleep with her legs pulled up in a little ball.

God, she was so beautiful. He could hear her lightly snoring. He quietly walked over toward her and kneeled at her side. He moved some of the hair from her face and kissed her jaw line. He didn't understand this. Everything happened so quickly. At least for him anyway.

He smiled to himself when he realized that this did not happen quickly for her. That it had been 10 years in the making for Sienna. But for him, he knew the emotion had been bubbling underneath the surface for a year or so, but when she looked at him that night on the dance floor, when she was in that damn dress...not like a little girl who had a crush, but like a grown woman with desires, it hit him like a sledge hammer.

He knew then, he was a goner. Completely. Everything that he had been wanting to feel for her was finally allowed to be released, and boy did he release it. That night had shaken him so bad. He could barely think straight and almost missed the turn off to his house had April not told him.

At first he figured it was just lust, because he couldn't get enough of Sienna. But for some reason when he was apart from her, he felt a physical ache in his chest. Maybe it was mental, but whatever it was, it was painful.

In his mind, their relationship wasn't logical. Meaning, the two of them couldn't be more opposite, even though they had been close all those years. Their backgrounds were very different, although they had both been abandoned by their mothers.

He thought about the Commander trying to raise a daughter like Sienna. He knew if he ever had a daughter that looked half as good as Sienna and had her spirit...oh yes, she would be wearing a chastity belt until her thirtieth birthday, and even afterward, he'd keep a gun close by. For that thinking, he hated himself because he could almost understand the Commander's resentment.

Brandon scooped her up gently in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. She opened her eyes for a few seconds, then closed them back. He laid her down and pulled the covers around her. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, so he quietly rushed out and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey man, it's me," Darren said on the other end. "Did you hear?"

"Hear what?" Brandon asked, stepping out onto his porch.

"SP got Terry and turned him over to the police."

"What? What the fuck is going on? Why did they drag him in?" Brandon asked, still trying to keep his voice down.

"I don't know, they aren't saying," Darren replied.

"Alright, well keep me posted," Brandon said, and hung up his cell.

When Sienna awoke, for a moment she forgot where she was. But then the smell of good cooking made her get up and smile.

As she made her way down the hallway, she noticed it was dark outside. 'How long was I asleep,' she thought. She saw Brandon standing over the counter fixing two plates.

"Hey there, sleepy-head. Hungry?"

"Mmm...very!" she said excitedly, staring at the amazing meal he had prepared.

"Bon appetit, baby," he said as he sat her plate in front of her.

"This smells so good! Where did you learn to cook like this?" Sienna asked.

Brandon raised one eyebrow. "Cook? Fuck no, you know me better than that. I can't cook worth shit, but I can dial take-out like a motherfucker," he said, while digging into his food.

Sienna laughed. She had gotten used to Brandon's colorful language as a kid. He would be talking to her about something and slip up and say 'fuck' or motherfucker' more times than she could count. Her father would always clear his throat and give Brandon a harsh look.

But nothing ever worked. It was just his vocabulary. And he could use the 'f' word in almost every grammatical way. Funny how she knew so much about him. Ten years of semi-worship will do that to you.

"So," Brandon said interrupting her thoughts. "I saw your bags in my room. Want to tell me what's up with that," he said, taking in another large mouthful.

Sienna loved his accent accompanied with his deep sexy voice. The way Bostonian's dropped their R's and blended certain words together. It created this tough guy edge. She noticed when he got really excited or really relaxed, his accent became much thicker. Like when he's angry or... about to come. But right now, he was actually relaxed, and it was starting to grow more pronounced.

She was about to take a bite, but just as suddenly as the food had smelled delicious to her, that smell turned sour, and her stomach flip flopped.

Brandon dropped his fork and stared at her, waiting for her to answer his question.

"Um, I was so pissed at my dad. I thought he sent SP after you, so I moved out that day," she said nervously.

Then she quickly added, "But if you want your space, I totally understand. I should have asked you first, but I just didn't have a way."

"Not hungry?" Brandon asked, ignoring her comment.

Sienna shook her head. "I'm still not feeling well from all of this. I'm sorry. It looks good though."

Brandon pushed his chair back from the table. "Come here," he softly commanded.

Sienna stood up and walked over to him. He pulled her down on him so that she was now straddling his lap. He stared at her for a few moments, before bringing his attention back to her wrists.

"You gonna tell me what happened?" he asked her again. She hated when he stared at her like that. Like he could see everything she was trying to hide. Perhaps this mystical power that would make her do whatever he wanted.

"I told you, I really don't know, Brandon," Sienna pouted, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Brandon gently wrapped one of his hands around both her wrists, laying it gently on top of the bruises. It matched perfectly. Sienna started to squirm as he stared back up at her.

"Give me a little credit, Sienna. This is a hand-print. But what I want to know, is why the fuck is the imprint on your wrists?" Brandon said, slightly raising his voice.

Sienna knew she had to think fast. She knew Brandon. She knew him like the back of her hand, and if he found out about Terry...

"Well, when I went to see Officer Silas, I got pissed at them for not believing that you were innocent. So, I caused a mini tantrum and they had to restrain me. They were nice though, I shouldn't have gotten carried away."

Brandon searched her eyes to see whether or not he believed that story. But then a huge smile broke across his face. His baby was a fighter. Something turned him on about that.

Sienna relaxed a little when Brandon smiled. At least he bought it. She didn't know where the hell that story had come from, but she was sticking to it.

"So, you moved out, huh?" he asked, getting back to their original conversation.

"BT, what if my dad, you know, what if he wasn't the one who sent SP here," Sienna said.

"Of course he did. Who the fuck else would?"

"I don't know, but my father may hate our relationship, but he wouldn't lie on you like that."

"Anyone else would have gone to the police. Your dad called SP because he has some pull with them, and he knew they could drag me away then, without questioning it," Brandon angrily spouted.

"Okay, I don't want to talk about it anymore," Sienna said while wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. She could easily take another nap, because she was dead tired.

"I'll drop it if you do something for me," Brandon whispered in her ear.

"What?" she asked, with her eyes still shut.

"Come for me."

She leaned up and looked into his eyes. He slid one hand underneath her skirt and pushed her panties aside.

At first, Sienna tensed, but then relaxed when she remembered that the fingers that had lightly brushed against her sex were Brandon's and not that asshole, Terry's.

She closed her eyes and moaned when she felt the first two fingers enter her wet pussy. She started to roll her hips on his lap. Then a third finger. He was moving them in and out at a steady pace while his thumb massaged her clit.

"Mmm, Brandon. Ohh, hell," she groaned into his ear.

"Do you like that, baby?" he asked her in a low seductive voice.

"Yes."

"Should I stop?"

"No, please don't," Sienna begged.

"Ask me for it," Brandon commanded.

"Please?"

"Beg me," he hissed in her ear as he moved his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy.

"Please, Brandon. I need it, don't stop," Sienna pleaded as her pussy started tingling.

Brandon continued to finger her, while he kissed up and down her soft neck. Then he felt her body vibrating to his touch. She started to shake and he felt the wetness dripping from his fingers as she panted out an orgasm.

Brandon removed his fingers from her warm vagina, and brought them to her lips. Sienna stared into his eyes as she slowly sucked all of her juices from his fingers, and then kissed him hard on the lips.

Brandon growled into her mouth and picked her up pushed everything aside as he gently laid her on the table.

He pulled down her top and began to lick and tease her nipples as she ran her fingers through his soft dark brown hair.

He leaned back and dropped his pants. He quickly slid off her panties and locked her legs over his shoulder.

Sienna felt so open and wet with her legs spread this way, waiting for him to enter her body. Brandon pushed inside of her in one long fluid motion. He leaned over her body and placed his hands flat against the table on either side of her head.

This caused Sienna's knees to almost touch the table. Brandon began fucking her gently. Making sure she could take him in this position. When her eyes closed and she started grunting he realized, not only could she take it, she wanted it!

He began fucking her harder and with more need. With every thrust, Sienna moaned louder. He hoped his small table could support their weight.

'Damn, she feels so good,' he thought to himself. He looked down between their bodies and saw his pale thick cock sliding in and out of her smooth brown pussy.

Fuck, he wanted it to last longer, but that sight made him lose it. He began thrusting harder and harder until Sienna screamed her orgasm. His balls began to tighten and he shot load after load of his milky come into her pulsing core.

When he felt completely empty, he let her legs drop and kissed her.

"I'm so in love you," he whispered against her ear.

Sienna smiled up at him and kissed him again. She had never really given it much thought before, but she figured they should probably start using condoms. Next time, perhaps she would suggest it to him. But if he got her again like this...she knew the condoms would be the last thing on her mind.

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Sienna awoke with Brandon's arm wrapped around her. She started feeling sick again. She quickly removed his arm and ran to the bathroom. She always knew she had a weak stomach, but this was ridiculous. She knew she would feel better if she just got it all off her chest.

She wanted to tell Darren. He had been talking to Brandon about Terry being locked up and she felt he would know what to do if word got out.

She grabbed her cell phone and went outside. She walked all the way to the edge of the driveway and dialed Darren's number.

When Darren picked up she started crying and telling him everything that had happened. Darren quietly listened to her until she was finished with her story. She felt better knowing he had this information. She hated lying to Brandon, but she knew him too well. He would flip out.

Darren assured her that he would think of something and make sure that this didn't get back to the Commander or Brandon. He told her that he would talk directly with Officer Silas.

Sienna thanked him and went back inside.

She heard the shower running and walked into the bathroom. The shower door was open and Brandon was washing, but water was splashing all over the bathroom floor.

"Brandon! You're getting water everywhere!" she shouted at him. She reached to slide the shower door closed, when Brandon blocked it and pushed it back open.

"No, door stays open," he said to her. Then he turned around and continued to wash.

Sienna couldn't help but marvel at his body. Damn. He had a light tan and his body looked like a marble statue of David. His back muscles flexed and his ass was perfect. She let her eyes scan down to his toned, muscled long legs. Damn, yes she was lucky.

She tried to bring her attention back to the matter at hand as she watched even more soapy water soak the bathroom floor and mat.

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Because I don't want it shut," he answered back, without bothering to turn around.

"But you're making a mess."

"Well, I'll clean it up later."

Sienna put her hands on her hips wondering just what the hell was wrong with him. She reached out and tried to close the door again, when he stuck his hand out behind him and stopped it. He turned his head toward her and narrowed his eyes.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 05



"You close this Goddamned door one more time, I'm going to wear your cute little ass out."

"Are you...claustrophobic?" Sienna asked with a grin.

"No," Brandon quickly answered. He looked at her non-believing face. "Fuck, yes, okay, I'm don't like small spaces. Shit, you happy?"

A big smile spread across her face. She just found that amusing. Small spaces could terrify big, bad BT.

"So, you do have a weakness then?" she asked laughing.

"Two actually, smart ass," he said, smiling at her.

"What's the other?"

"You," he responded and turned his back to her.

She took off her shirt, pulled down her panties and got in the shower with him. She put her arms around his waist and kissed his back.

Brandon eventually turned around and stared down at her. Her skin was lightly misted over by the water cascading behind him.

"Can I close the door now?" she asked him, delivering small kisses all over his chest.

She felt him laugh. "No."

She reached up and grabbed his face with both of her hands.

"Just look at me. Don't look at anything else. Just me," she whispered.

Brandon took a deep breath and looked deeply into her eyes. He could get lost in those beautiful dark pecan pools, framed by the longest jet black eyelashes he'd ever seen.

Sienna grabbed the shower door handle and was about to close it when Brandon grabbed her hand.

"Just look at me, baby," Sienna whispered to him, while she licked and lightly bit his bottom lip.

He did. He stared into her eyes and kissed her back. And when he let go of her hand and heard the sliding door hit the latch, he realized he was okay. As long as he had her, he was okay.

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Sienna wanted to go visit her father. She hadn't spoken to him since she had blown up at him at the Shore Patrol offices. She felt horrible about accusing him of turning Brandon in and then moving out.

She was sitting on Brandon's couch when she heard a knock at the door. She knew it was Darren. He and Brandon had planned to go out with the guys that afternoon.

When Darren walked in, he looked around for Brandon. He didn't see him so he pulled Sienna aside.

"How are you holding up?" he asked her, giving her a quick hug.

"I'm alright," she lied.

"Where's BT?"

"He's in the shower, he'll be out in a second." Sienna mentioned, smiling at the thought of the shower door being closed from now on. Although, she didn't mind the view when it was open.

"Well, Terry is out on bail. Just found out today. I feel that he'll find out sooner or later, so maybe best if we tell him," Darren whispered to her.

"Tell me what?"

Sienna and Darren both looked up to see Brandon staring at them while his hair dripped onto his dark grey shirt.

Darren glanced back at Sienna's wide eyes. Damn, she had no poker face at all!

"Um, nothing. It's nothing, we were discussing something else," Darren said, knowing he sounded like an idiot.

And Brandon's facial expression made him feel like one.

Brandon had barely dried off and changed his clothes when he heard them whispering. He leaned around the corner of the door, but when he couldn't hear anymore he decided to ask them what the hell was going on.

Brandon's eyes zoomed in on Sienna's. "Tell me what?" he repeated.

Sienna couldn't move. She couldn't talk. She couldn't think of a good quick lie. Everything was escaping her.

"You know, from my point of view, it's never good to find your girlfriend and your best friend whispering about something behind my back. And it damn sure ain't close to my birthday, so what the fuck is going on?" Brandon asked.

"Look man, calm down okay. I'll tell you, if you just calm down," Darren said stepping closer to Brandon.

"I'm calm. But if you don't tell me, I can't say I will be in 30 seconds," Brandon remarked, crossing his arms over his chest. He could feel his anger starting to rise, but he was trying hard to keep it down. He could control his temper.

"Can you sit down first?" Darren asked.

The look on Brandon's face told Darren his answer.

"Okay. Well, this is really hard to say, BT. I don't know how to tell you this."

"Why don't you start with why you're whispering to my girlfriend," Brandon said, irritated.

"Man, it's not like that. You know me. It's actually about you getting arrested. I know you think Commander Branson called SP on you, but he didn't," Darren said carefully, watching Brandon's expression.

"Of course he did."

"No he didn't BT," Sienna finally spoke.

"Then who?"

Darren really didn't want to get into this now. He needed a moment to think. He knew if he told Brandon about Terry, he would ask why. And it was the 'why' that Darren didn't want to answer. But he knew Brandon wasn't going to stop.

"Terry."

Brandon's brow furrowed for a second. Terry?

"What the fuck? Why would Terry call SP on me? That makes no fucking sense."

"I know, but he did. And that's why they took him and turned him over to the police. But he's out on bail now. But he lied or got someone to lie on you," Darren answered.

"Wait a minute, this makes no sense. How the fuck do you know this?" Brandon said, shaking his head. What the hell was going on?

"Well...he told Sienna his plan," Darren said, not wanting to directly lie to Brandon.

That stopped Brandon immediately. He stared down at her. Her eyes were wide with fear and glassed over. Brandon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His heart started beating faster than normal. Keep temper in check...keep it together.

"Why would he tell you that?" he asked in a low, cool voice.

Sienna was frozen again. She was scared to death.

Darren tried to interrupt the stare down, "Hey BT, let's just---", but he stopped when he saw the look Brandon cut in his direction.

Brandon stared back down at Sienna. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

'Fuck it', Darren thought. He'll find out sooner or later, and he would hate him forever if he knew that his best friend had known what went down and was the last to tell him.

"Terry attacked her," he rushed out really quickly.

Darren noticed Brandon's head jerk up towards him.

Brandon stuttered for a moment, "Wha--,what?" He knew he couldn't have heard Darren right. He knew he couldn't have. It must have been a mistake.

Darren turned to Sienna, "You might as well tell him, so he'll understand." Then he turned to Brandon, "But please man, keep your cool, okay? Please!"

Sienna couldn't breathe. "I was--oh God." She finally took a breath, blew it out, took another, and started again. "I--I was upset at the Shore Offices so Terry offered to take--take me to Lori's. But he said he had to stop by his place first and wanted me to come---come inside---I didn't want to though," Sienna quickly added. She could see the red creeping through Brandon's face.

His arms remained crossed over his chest and he bent his head down as he listened.

Sienna continued, "Well, I...okay, I went inside and he thre--threw me down and told me if I didn't do what he wanted, he wouldn't tell SP the truth, and you would stay locked up." 

The rest, Sienna tried to rush out so quickly as if to lessen the blow. She took a deep breath and looked up at Brandon.

His eyes were still closed. He hadn't moved a muscle. Just one unmoving statue.

Darren couldn't read his mood. "She got away from him though, before he could do anything BT. So she's okay, you know." He felt he should add that part.

Brandon opened his eyes. "But he hurt you?"

"My wrists and back were sore, but I'm okay," Sienna said, hoping that would calm him.

Brandon shook his head slowly and then turned around. "But he tried to rape you. And he hurt you in the process, right?"

She didn't answer. She felt this uneasy feeling again.

Darren and Sienna stared at each other and then back at Brandon's back. Everything in the house was still. You could only hear a bird outside of his window. The bird's chipper mood was a stark contrast to the vibe inside the room.

Brandon turned back around. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked Sienna.

She shook her head 'yes', but she noticed the dead look in his eyes. Brandon stared at her for a moment longer and then walked towards his bedroom.

They both just stood there, wondering what the hell Brandon was thinking. She heard a click in the distance, and suddenly Darren screamed, "Oh Shiiitt!!" as he rushed down the hall leaving Sienna confused about what just happened.

She jumped as she saw Darren being shoved back out of his room and onto the floor, and Brandon quickly walked around him.

Then Sienna saw it and screamed.

"Brandon, nooo!!! Don't you dare!!! Please!!!" she screamed, grabbing at his arm.

He shook her off and sprinted out of the door with an M11 handgun in one hand and his keys in the other.

Darren scrambled up from the floor and tried to catch him, but Brandon was already in his Jeep and pulling off.

"Fucckk!!" Darren screamed. He called for Sienna, and she raced out of the house and hopped in his car. Darren was freaking out. He was trying to dial several numbers on his cell phone but Sienna's panicked cries weren't helping him concentrate.

"Commander!! Oh, thank God I reached you. Please, you have to get to Terry's apartment right now! Please, BT is on his way there with a gun! Now, please! I'll explain everything later, just please hurry!"

Darren hung up with him and called another number.

"Officer Silas please. It's an emergency!! I don't care if he's busy, it's an emergency!!" Darren screamed into the phone. He was weaving in and out of traffic, but he still couldn't keep up with Brandon.

"Officer Silas! Please head to Terry's apartment. BT is on his way there right now. He knows everything, and he has a gun. Please hurry!!"

He hung up and stepped on the gas, punching it all the way to the floor.

"Shit, shit, shit!!" he shouted when he couldn't locate Brandon's Jeep. And Sienna was no help at all. She was a pile of tears and apologies, trembling beside him. He couldn't even understand what she was saying, but he knew this was not going to end well. For the first time in a long time, Darren was scared shitless.

Hope you enjoyed and chapter 6 is on the way!

--Soular



Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 06



This had been one miserable fucking day. Terry sat there in his apartment thinking about how he had just thrown away so many years of his life on trying to ruin Brandon's. Even though he was out on bail, he had no clue how he was going to talk his way out of this one.

Officer Silas had picked him up and questioned him, and all because that bitch April had turned on him. He should have known better than to trust her drunk ass. And now Brandon was out of holding and Sienna was probably going to cry to him about their little escapade. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic. He knew it was just a matter of time before BT came and kicked his ass.

But maybe he could talk to him. Say that Sienna had come on to him? Or just deny the whole thing. 

His only saving grace was that Sienna had yet to talk to the police, so they couldn't hold him on rape charges without her accusation.

His phone started ringing. He was sure it was Darren or Alice. Between the two of them, they had both left about ten messages. Darren had been asking what happened and why SP had picked him up, and Alice was asking if he had left her for another woman. She was so fucking insecure.

Fuck, it was Darren on his caller ID. No doubt he knew about the situation with Sienna. He really didn't feel like dealing with this shit right now. He clicked ignore and went back to eating a bowl of cereal.

But then Darren called again. What the fuck did he want?

When Darren called for the third time in a row, Terry decided to just answer.

"What?" he asked, with a mouthful of cereal.

"Thank God I got you!" Darren yelled into his ear.

"Christ, man, bring it down a notch," Terry said, moving the phone further from his ear.

Terry could hear car horns and faint crying in the background.

"Listen!! You have to get out of your apartment right now!!!" Darren screamed back into the phone.

"Yeah, okay. I'll get right to that, chief," Terry retorted sarcastically, about to hang up.

"Listen!!! BT is on his way to your apartment now! He knows everything and he has a gun!!"

That sent an instant chill down Terry's spine. He almost choked on his food.

"What?!!"



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'Goddamn it, GODdamn it, GODDAMN IT!!!!!' Brandon shouted inside his head over and over again.

He was flying down the street, swerving in and out of different lanes. He knew he had driven straight through a few red lights, but truthfully, this whole drive would be nothing more than a blur. Adrenaline and anger were coursing through every inch of his body. He could feel it in his scalp, his fingers, his toes...everywhere.

"Aaaahhh!! Motherfuucckkerr!! Brandon screamed out loud while he shook the steering wheel.

He tried to burn out of his mind the mental image of his baby screaming and crying while that asshole held her down and tried to force her to...

Fuck, he couldn't think about it. He was going to lose it. For real. 

And this was it. He realized then, he was going to prison for murder. No. Torture then murder. Because when he found him, he was going to stomp that motherfucker within an inch of his life and when death was creeping upon Terry, he'd empty an entire clip into his fucking skull. No. He'd empty half into his groin and the other half into his skull.

If his lips and teeth weren't pressed so tightly together, he would have chuckled to himself. His uncle Harold always told him he would go to prison. "You worthless little son of a bitch. You'll just end up in prison one day anyway, being someone's bitch!" he would say as he smacked Brandon around.

And he was right. At least about him ending up in prison. There was no way this was unavoidable. He was going to kill Terry, and then call the police. Much like he had done when he thought he'd killed his uncle years ago with a baseball bat.

His mind raced back to the task at hand. What was Terry's fucking address? 246? Or 426 London Ave? Didn't matter, he'd beat down both doors if he had to.

He pulled up to the 246 and saw Terry's car. He took a deep breath and got out. He walked quietly up the stairs to his door. He was about to kick that shit in, when Terry opened the door.

Terry had been scrambling around his apartment grabbing his wallet and keys. He had just hung up with Darren and he couldn't believe it. Brandon was going to try to kill him? Fuck! 

Just as soon as he had grabbed everything, he flung open the door and came face to face with him! The expression on Brandon's face was murderous.

Brandon was startled for about two seconds, but then his mind snapped back and he tucked the gun behind his back and into his pants, then swung his fist full force into Terry's face.

Terry went flying backwards and landed on his glass coffee table which shattered under his weight. He didn't have a second to recover before Brandon was on him again.

"Wait, wait BT! I can expl--," was all Terry managed to huff out, before Brandon swung at his face again, smashing it.

Terry felt his nose break with that punch. The stinging ache went coursing through his nose, up to his eyes, which caused them to immediately start watering.

Brandon picked him up by the shirt and slammed him into the closest wall and quickly punched him twice in the stomach. When Terry bent over, Brandon's knee came up with full force and struck his face. He felt himself fly backwards and hit the wall again. He couldn't tell which way was up. He couldn't tell if it was tears or blood stinging his eyes at this point.

Brandon watched as Terry slid down the wall. The sight of blood gushing from various cuts in his face only fueled Brandon's fire. This motherfucker was going to pay, and then breathe his last breath.

Brandon delivered several kicks to his stomach, causing Terry to scream in agony. Terry tried to defend himself, so in between kicks, he managed to sweep his foot out and kick Brandon's legs out from under him. 

Brandon slammed into the floor on his back. Terry took that opportunity to roll over. He couldn't breathe. He figured some of his ribs were cracked, along with his nose, and maybe a few broken fingers. Possibly an arm?

It was so painful, but Terry managed to get to his knees and was about to crawl to his bedroom when he heard the click behind his head. He immediately turned cold.

Brandon was breathing hard. It was taking everything in him at that moment not to pull the trigger. 

"BT, uh, I'm sorry man. I'm so fucking sorry. Just let me explain." Terry choked out.

Brandon didn't give two shits about his lame ass explanation. This bastard wasn't going to live too much longer.

"Brandon, lower your weapon. Now!"

Brandon knew who that voice belonged to. Commander Branson. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the Commander was holding a gun too. He had it pointed at Terry, but Brandon knew in an instant it could be pointed at him if he shot Terry. 

But Brandon wasn't ready to let this motherfucker go. He felt he couldn't be happy until he saw a hole in the back of this asshole's head with his brains splattered on the floor.

"Brandon, don't fuck up all the hard work you've done because of him. It's not worth it, and you know it."

"Do you know what he did?" Brandon spat back at him, while he still held the gun pointed at the back of Terry's head.

"It doesn't matter what he did, Brandon. Lower your weapon, son, please," Jackson said.

"Go on, motherfucker. Tell the Commander what you did," he said with a swift kick to Terry's side, causing him to scream in pain.

"Brandon, stop it!" Jackson warned again.

"Tell him, you piece of shit, or they'll be cleaning chunks of pink bloody brains off this fucking carpet!" Brandon hollered at him, shoving the gun further into the back of Terry's head.

Terry was scared. It was bad enough Brandon knew, but now he'd have to tell the Commander.

"Sir, I uh, Jesus fucking Christ, oh God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry sir."

The Commander didn't know what was going on, but he trusted Darren. He had told him to get to Terry's apartment as soon as he could because Brandon was going to kill Terry. He immediately hopped into his car. Luckily, Terry didn't live too far from him, so he made it there in record time. He saw Brandon's Jeep parked out front, and at first he thought he was too late.

"Tell him, Goddamn it!!" Brandon snapped.

"Okay, um, I uh, sir, please forgive me, I'm so sorry. I got carried away the other day when I was with Sienna," Terry forced out, even though his lungs felt bruised. It was hard for him to breathe, think and talk through the blood in his mouth. 

Jackson immediately tensed. He wasn't expecting this to be about Sienna, but he should have known for Brandon to be this pissed off.

Brandon wanted to pull the trigger right then and there when that fucker mentioned her name. He had no right ever saying her name again. 

But the Commander knew how to control his emotions, unlike Brandon.

"Brandon, hand me your weapon. Now. That's a direct order," Jackson said.

"But don't you want to hear what this asshole has to say?"

"Yes, and I'm sure it's going to make me angry, but I'm afraid if you hear it again, you'll lose it, and I want to be holding your gun when you do."

Brandon closed his eyes and thought about Sienna. He knew she would be so mad at him for this. So he tried to summon the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost to unwrap his hand from the gun and pass it to the Commander. Somehow he was able to slowly back away from Terry and hand the Commander his weapon.

Jackson quickly stuck Brandon's gun behind his back, and kept his aimed at Terry's head.

"Now what exactly did you do, Terry?" Jackson asked, his own blood going hot.

Terry was just relieved that Brandon no longer had a weapon. He relaxed a little, but not much, because he knew standing right behind him was Sienna's father and crazy boyfriend. Shit.

"I, uh, I tried to, um, I tried to force her to have sex with me," Terry spit out as quickly as he could, wincing in pain.

Jackson had to close his eyes. He didn't want to lose it either. Over the years, he had killed several men. Hopefully all bad men, he would tell himself. But these men never did anything directly to him. They had been tyrants, warlords and the scum of the earth, but they had never harmed anyone he loved.

Now he was staring at the back of Terry's head. A man who DID harm someone he loved. Someone he would gladly give his life for. His baby. And he couldn't fucking end him right then. Where's the justice in that?

"Sir?" he heard someone say behind him.

It was Darren. Darren, the angel of mercy, because Jackson had seriously considered pulling the trigger also.

"Yes, is Silas here?" Jackson asked, with the gun still aimed at Terry.

"Yes sir, and so are the police. They are coming up now."

Jackson lowered his weapon and blew. It was over. And luckily Terry was still alive somehow. Badly beaten, but still alive.



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Darren had given his statement to the police along with Sienna, and they were allowed to leave. The police held Brandon and Commander Branson a little longer for further questioning. Neither one of them talked to each other, but they did back up the other's story.  

Darren decided to take Sienna to Brandon's house, even though she preferred to wait on Brandon. But due to Darren's persuasion and the fact that she didn't feel well, she eventually caved in. 

When they pulled into the driveway, Darren glanced over at Sienna. She was still a ball of nerves and tears. Poor kid. He followed her inside and turned on all of the lights. Sienna sat on the couch and started crying again.

Darren thought it best to let her have her cry, so he quietly walked out.

When Brandon finally pulled up to his house, he noticed all the lights were on. Truthfully, he had hoped that Darren had taken her to her house. He couldn't deal with her right now. He was still so wound up. And now that the police had Terry again, his mind drifted to Sienna. She had lied to him.

He got out of the Jeep and walked to his door. When he opened it, he saw that she was balled up on his couch again, asleep.

He gently placed his keys on the TV and removed his shirt. His apartment was still burning up, but with everything that had happened, fixing his airconditioning was the last thing on his mind.

He walked to his bedroom and changed into some comfortable athletic pants. He had so much negative tension he had to get rid of. He pulled out his weight lifting bench, laid on his back and started doing reps.

He knew with the amount of weight he had on the bars, he should have a spotter, but he just wanted to tire himself out so he couldn't move and his brain couldn't function. He wanted to stop thinking about everything from earlier today.

"Do you need any help?" he heard her tiny voice ask him.

He placed the weights back on the lift and glanced at her. Her caramel face was void of any makeup and her cute round nose was a reddish tint. Her raven hair hung a little past her shoulders with some strands she had tucked behind her right ear. And he noticed that even though she had just awakened, her skin was glowing and she was ten times prettier than any woman he had ever seen. 

He raised up and wiped the sweat off his face and arms with a towel. He couldn't let that distract him. He was still too pissed to speak, so he chose to ignore her.

Sienna waiting patiently by the door. She hadn't heard him come in, but she heard the sound of his metal weights clanking back and forth along with his grunts. She noticed his knuckles were bruised and cut up. She immediately went to kneel beside him to inspect his hands but he jerked back from her.

"Sienna, I can't do this right now, okay," he said as he walked around her and out of his bedroom.

Sienna stood up and thought for a moment that she should give him some time. He was probably still really pissed with Terry.

She went back to the front of the house and watched as he poured himself a glass of water and drank. She watched as his throat flexed up and down taking in the water. She stood staring, jealous of the cool liquid. And she loved it when he walked around without a shirt. His pants hung really low on his body, accenting every perfect outline of his toned, tall body. God, was there anything about this man that wasn't sexy?

She continued to watch in silence as he poured ice into a plastic bag and held it on his right hand. He walked around her again and headed straight for the couch and turned on the TV.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked.

He turned and glared at her and then back to the TV. She knew she should probably wait, but she hated him being mad at her. She wanted to talk about this now. What had she done?

"So, you're just going to ignore me?" she asked, walking closer to him. He still wouldn't answer her. She knew she was pushing her luck, but she didn't care. She walked over to the TV and stood in front of it with her arms crossed.

"Hello?"

Brandon leaned his head back and started counting down. He didn't want to do this right now. She always had to push his fucking buttons.

He leaned back up and stared at her.

"Why did you lie to me?" he asked.

"I didn't lie to you."

"Your wrists?"

Shit. Sienna had forgotten about that. She had just wanted to omit things, not flat out lie to him. He hated liars, and now she was one.

"I'm sorry Brandon, I just didn't want things to get out of control. Like today. I know how you can get some times."

Brandon continued to stare at her. 

"But you told Darren," he accused.

"I knew he could help me," Sienna said, and as soon as those words left her mouth, she regretted it. The look he gave her, made her feel so guilty.

Brandon shook his head slowly. "I see. He can help you with all of your problems," he said while getting up from the couch. He moved the ice bag to his other hand and walked to the kitchen.

"No BT, that's not what I meant. I meant--"

He slammed the icebag down in the sink with a loud clank.

"You lied to me and went behind my back!! So what the fuck exactly DID you mean?!" he yelled at her.

"I was trying to avoid this!" Sienna screamed back at him.

"I didn't want you in trouble Brandon," she continued in a softer tone. "I love you so much, and I did ALL of this to keep you out of SP holding and to avoid you going to jail," she said lowering her voice.

Brandon was breathing hard. He knew she had a point, but he didn't want to see it right now.

Sienna was nervous, but she took her chances. She walked over to him and put her arms around his waist.

"I'm so sorry I lied to you. But I did it because I thought I could help. God, I just love you and I don't want anything happening to you. But your temper, BT, it just gets out of hand sometimes and I don't want you getting hurt...or hurting someone else."

Damn. Brandon knew she was right. If he were a more level-headed person, she could have come to him, and he would have acted calmly and probably told the police. But nooooo...he had to lose his fucking mind. He wondered if this temper thing was genetic, or if he had developed it while living with his aunt and uncle...like a defense mechanism or something.

Sienna looked up into his eyes. She could feel that his breathing had mellowed out and he was thinking about something. She hoped that the storm had passed.

"And BT, you aren't the easiest person to confront, you know," she said with a smile, while delivering a small kiss to his chest and running her finger over one of his four tattoos. "You intimidate everyone you meet."

"Not everyone," he whispered, while finally meeting her gaze. "Your dad has never been intimidated by me. Probably why I respected him most of all."

Bringing her dad's name into their conversation made both of them quiet. Commander Branson hadn't turned him in. He didn't make those false accusations. Maybe they did owe him an apology.

"Can I ask you something," Sienna said, breaking the silent moment.

Brandon nodded.

"Were you really going to shoot him?"

She watched as he thought about it. His arms tensed around her just a little. He looked down at her and said, "Yes."

Sienna shivered. Her mind brought her back to the night of her birthday party when Brandon had admitted that if a guy got the wrong impression about her, he'd kill them. He looked just as serious then as he did now.

"Can we go to bed now?" Sienna asked, hugging him tighter, trying to shake off that violent thought.

Brandon kissed her forehead and then led her down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside, he pulled her shirt over her head and whispered to her, "We still need to make up for the night my ass got hauled off. Wanna get in your defensive position?"

Sienna turned back around and kissed him hard. She pushed down her shorts and panties and kicked them to the side.

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," he said.

Sienna quickly obeyed, feeling the fluttering in her lower half. He grabbed her by her hips and slid her to the edge of the bed. She heard him pull down his pants.

Then she remembered.

"Brandon?"

"Yes," he said while rubbing her ass. He playfully smacked both cheeks again.

"Should we use something?"

She felt his hands still on her body. After a few seconds, she turned her head around and looked at him. He caught her eyes.

"Do you want to?" he asked, and she could have sworn he sounded disappointed.

"Well, I mean, we haven't been using anything. I guess it's just the responsible thing to do, right?"

She felt his warm hands leave her skin. She looked back again, and he was walking over to his dresser. He pulled out a condom, broke the foil with his teeth, and returned to her. She watched as he slid the latex over his thick erect cock. Damn, was she jealous of that condom.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 06



Brandon placed his hand underneath her body and began fingering her clit. She was already warm and slick. He had to get inside her instantly.

He placed his head of his dick at her soaking entrance and pushed. Sienna moaned. He felt so good. Always. 

Brandon started to slowly fuck her at first. Savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around his dick. He loved the way she was always willing for him. Even their first time together, she was willing. Her hot sex seemed like it was made just for him. Belonged to him.

Sienna grabbed his sheets and bent her head down and screamed when he began to move faster and faster within her. Her mind couldn't think of anything else at this moment. Just this earth shattering feeling. 

She began to push back against his dick and roll her hips.

"Fuck," she heard him whisper behind her. His hands were so warm and sturdy on her hips. Every stroke began to torture her.

"Uh--Brandon. Ooh, baby," was all her mouth could function to say. She felt her head get lighter and her eyes roll back. Damn, this man was going to have her speaking in tongues one day. She could feel herself vibrating and her body jerking from the force of her orgasm. Could you die of pleasure?

Once Sienna had come, Brandon pulled her up so that her back was tightly pressed against his chest. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist and the other was draped around her chest with his hand lightly caressing her neck.

He slowed his pace and begun to penetrate slowly and deeply. Sienna leaned her head back against him and closed her eyes. It was torture the way he made love to her. 

"I love you, baby," he whispered into her ear, as he lightly bit and kissed her neck.

"I love you more," she gasped.

With those words, he couldn't hold it any longer. He stilled within her, bursting his essence into the condom. Both of them slumped to the bed, breathing hard and holding on to one another, wanting this moment to last.

Afterwards, as they laid in bed together, Sienna was lightly brushing her hands over his chest. He had one arm wrapped around her and the other behind his head.

"You want to know something creepy?" Sienna asked him with a smile.

"What?"

"I know so much about you, it's scary. Lori had to hear all of this stuff for years, but I kinda feel like telling you now."

Brandon chuckled, and Sienna laughed as his chest gently bounced her up and down.

"Okay baby, tell me about myself."

"Okay. You asked for it. But don't think I'm weird. Your favorite color is green. Your favorite food is Chicken Marsala. Your favorite movie is Scarface followed closely by Saving Private Ryan. You don't like to talk a lot, and prefer to keep only a handful of people in your life. You love old school hip hop and know the lyrics to every single Naughty By Nature and Tribe Called Quest song that exist.  But you also like to listen to old Alternative music every now and then." Sienna stopped for a second to let Brandon register all of that.

Then she continued, "You say 'Fuck' a lot. You smoke when you're upset. You like looking at the pictures in National Geograhic in your spare time. Darren is your best friend. You're allergic to mushrooms. Your middle name is Caleb. You have a scar on your left shoulder from when an older kid stabbed you when you were in 8th grade, and my dad was the coolest man you know."

She was afraid to look up at him, and since he hadn't said anything yet, she feared she had said too much.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--" was all she got out before he slid her up his chest and kissed her hard. He couldn't help it. He felt he didn't deserve her.

Finally, Brandon released her and she could breathe again. She always got so lightheaded around him.

"That was so fucking scary and sexy all at the same time baby," he laughed.

Sienna laughed too. "Oh, I can tell you much more lover. But can you tell me something I might not know?"

Brandon thought for awhile. "Hmm...do you know what the tattoo on the back of my left shoulder stands for?"

Sienna smiled up at him. "It's warrior in Latin."

"Damn! Okay, here's a hard one. What was my favorite TV show as a boy?"

"Oh, crap, you stumped me on that one."

"The Hulk," Brandon said, remembering some of the few times he wasn't being punished, and was allowed to watch the show.

Sienna laughed out loud. "That's it!!"

"What?" Brandon asked, turning his attention back to her.

"That's who you remind me of! Except when you get mad, you don't turn green, you turn red," she choked out.

She jumped up from the bed and hunched her shoulders.

"I'm BT aka the Boston Terror, and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry!" she mimicked, with a perfect impersonation of Brandon's thick accent. "Aahh, I'll kill you!" she said as she flexed her tiny arms, reminiscent of the Hulk.

Brandon burst into a loud laugh. Sienna was cracking him up. He had to grab his stomach from laughing so hard.

"Boston Terror?" he said, when he finally could speak.

"Seems appropriate," she giggled.

He leaned up from the bed and jerked her back towards him. "Little bitch," he muttered, still chuckling from her performance.

Sienna fell on top of him and began showering him with kisses. Hulk or not, she loved him and figured she always would. That's just how it was for her.



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Brandon and Darren sat beside each other completely engrossed in Madden Football. When no one was around, they played video games. Yes, they were embarrassed by it, but it was so fun. 

"Damn, take that, bitch!" Darren yelled at the screen.

Both men sat clicking away at the controllers.

"Eat. Shit. Pussy." Brandon said as his running back blew past Darren's defense to score a touchdown.

"Shit. So.." Darren said, while keeping his eyes glued to the TV, "have you spoken to the Commander yet?"

Brandon pressed pause and leaned back against the couch. "No."

"Are you going to? I mean, isn't Sienna at her dad's place now?"

"Yeah. Fuck, I don't know what to do."

"Can I suggest something?" Darren asked.

Brandon rested his arm over his face and nodded.

"Why don't you go talk to him and tell him how you feel about her."

"That's easier said than done."

"I don't think it will be hard. How about this, 'Sir, I know I've been fucking your daughter in every way imaginable for the past couple of months, but I do love her, sir. And she loves me. And with your permission, I'd like to continue dating and fucking her. Thanks,'" Darren said, laughing hard at the end when Brandon punched him in the shoulder.

"Asshole," Brandon muttered.

"You know..." Darren stated thoughtfully when he finished laughing.

"What?"

"Your life is like a fucking episode of As the World Turns or something."

"Fuck you," Brandon stated as he un-paused the game.

"I'm serious. I feel like I should get a shirt made that says, 'I hold BT back'," Darren laughed. "Because, shit, that's all I do. And I have the fucking bruises to prove it."

"Yeah, okay, well while you're making jokes, your ass is losing this game," Brandon said, scoring another touchdown.

Darren stared over at his friend. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. Would he ever change? Probably not, but Darren had to admit to himself, being Brandon's friend was never boring.



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Sienna paused for a moment when she walked back into her house. She had only been gone for a little over a week, but it felt like months with all that had happened.

She looked around the large empty house and immediately felt guilty. Her father who had watched over and protected her, was all alone in this house. Sure, Chris was there, but it wasn't the same.

She remembered her father and Brandon's laughs coming from his study, no doubt due to some dirty joke Brandon had told her dad. Or how when her father was explaining something to him, Brandon would always give him his complete undivided attention, no matter if it was a serious game plan for a mission or perfect temperature for cooking a steak. Brandon was like a sponge when it came to her dad.

God, Sienna felt so guilty. Brandon would never admit it, but she knew this was hurting him. And her father wasn't the most emotional man, but she knew it was painful for him as well. She wished she could get them to sit down and talk. But right now, she had to suck it up, and talk to her father first.

The house seemed empty, but she knew her father was there. She had seen his car in the driveway.

She walked through the kitchen and looked out onto the deck. Her father was sitting in a lawn chair reading a book. He was always reading. Her earliest memories were of her father leaning over his large desk, eyes plastered to a thick book, making notes in the margin with a pencil. She would interrupt him, dragging in her elementary school books for him to read to her. He would pick her up and read a few pages and make silly voices to accompany the book.

Sienna would giggle and clap her hands and want him to read more. She and her father never really talked much, but she knew he was always there in her corner. She started thinking about her mother also. She really didn't know much about her. Sienna had been so young when she left.

She remembered her father and mother arguing all the time. It was just bits and pieces of memory that she glued together over the years to make sense of their relationship. Only thing she knew was that she looked a lot like her mom, which she was sure pained her father even more.

Sienna walked out into the backyard.

"Hi daddy," she quietly said, as she approached him.

Jackson looked up from his book and smiled. He was happy to see her.

"Hey darling, how have you been?" he asked, while standing to hug her.

She hugged him back. She had missed his hugs. "I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm alright."

The both of them sat down, and stared out into the backyard. The same beautiful backyard Brandon helped create one summer.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?" Jackson said, while deep in thought.

"I, I just wanted to tell you I'm so sorry about everything that has happened. I'm sorry I blamed you, and I'm sorry that I caused all of this," she said, as she begun to tear up.

The Commander reached over and embraced his daughter. "Sienna, I'm sorry all of this happened too. Are you okay?"

Sienna nodded her head into her father's chest. "Yes, I'm okay. I just want to make sure you are," she said in a small voice.

"I can't lie Sienna. I don't like the two of you together. It's just so hard for me to wrap my head around it."

"I know daddy, but I'm 18 now, and he loves me. He's so wonderful."

The Commander was quiet for a moment. His daughter really did look so happy. But he wasn't convinced just yet. He didn't want to upset her, but he had to get it off his chest.

"He's wonderful, huh? Sienna, in two short months, Brandon has managed to steal you right from under me, get arrested for disturbing the peace, bust our door down, break an SP Officer's car window, steal you from the dance--a dance that he had brought another woman to, get caught up in some sick scheme with Terry about rape, and have the cops called again for threatening to kill someone."

"The rape thing was not his fault," Sienna interjected.

"Even still, that's a lot for me to take in, and you have to understand he has you. My only child. My daughter who is barely legal, living with him now," Jackson stated, getting upset.

"Daddy, I chose to live with him! And I don't understand you," she said, getting emotional again. "Since you met him all those years ago, all I ever heard was 'Brandon this, and Brandon that' from you. You made him seem like the son you never had. You trusted him and made me think he was the most special person. And I believed you."

Jackson looked away from his daughter. He knew she was right about that.

"And you may not want to hear this, but Brandon never came on to me. It was always me wanting him. Trying to seduce him, and--"

"You're right, I don't want to hear this, so let's just drop it," Jackson said, interrupting her. He stood and walked toward the house. He opened the door, and waited for her to follow.

Sienna slowly got up and followed her father into the house. She knew she hadn't changed his mind, but maybe in time, he and Brandon could be in the same room without hating each other.



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When Sienna got home, she noticed that Darren's car was still there. She walked in and instantly knew something was wrong. Darren was on his cell phone saying, "Yes sir," while Brandon listened closely.

When Darren snapped the phone shut, he turned to Brandon.

"Hell, I should just stay here and then we can swing by my place to get my stuff. That cool?"

Sienna stood looking between the two men waiting for someone to clue her in. She walked over to Brandon, stood on her tip toes and put her arms around his neck and kissed him. When she released his lips, he smiled down at her, but then quickly looked over her head at Darren.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"That was your dad," Brandon stated plainly.

For a moment Sienna's hopes went up. Finally, they can talk and resolve this battle between them.

"We have a mission and have to leave in three hours," he said, looking back down at her.

Her heart dropped right there. "What?!" Her emotions couldn't deal with this right now. Could they ever just have a moment where something wasn't pulling them apart? One fucking moment.

He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her forehead. "I don't think I'll be gone for long. A week, maybe less," he said, trying to comfort her.

"But why do you have to go?!" Sienna pouted against his chest.

"Our team was asked, baby."

"Where are you going?"

"Sienna, you know I can't tell you that," Brandon whispered, kissing her lips again.

Sienna felt sick. She had been so caught up in their relationship over the past few months, that she had completely forgot that at any moments notice he could leave her without any explanation. God, that scared her so much. 

Brandon could see the worry in her eyes. She had always hated when her father and he left for missions, but now it was different. Usually, before he'd be bored as hell, praying they would get called for duty, but now...with her in his life, he really didn't want to go. But the Commander had specifically asked for his team.

Sienna didn't know what the hell was happening, but her hormones kicked into overdrive. She grabbed Brandon around the neck again and started attacking his mouth. She licked the roof of his mouth, and swirled her tongue over his teeth and tongue trying to burn into her memory how his mouth felt. At times, she could hear their teeth clicking against each other.

Brandon reached down and squeezed her ass. Sienna lightly moaned and kissed him harder. 

"Okaaayy," a voice said, interrupting them.

Brandon pulled his face away from Sienna's, only to have her lower her sweet kisses to his chest. 

"Fuck, sorry man, can you just give me 15--no, 30 minutes, I'll be packed and ready to go," he said to Darren, through heavy breaths, while Sienna continued to lovingly assualt his body.

"But we probably need to get there early to find out who's taking Terry's place," Darren reminded him.

Sienna let go of Brandon's body, and proceeded to pull him toward the bedroom by the back of his jeans. He grabbed the hallway frame on both sides to avoid her pulling him any further, so he could finish his conversation with Darren.

"Yeah, I guess we'll have to talk to him about the replacement. Actually, you'll have to talk to him," he said in between tugs and grunts from Sienna behind him.

"Alright, alright, go before she rips your pants off and shows me way too much of you," Darren muttered as he walked back to the couch and turned the video game back on.

As soon as Brandon let go of the frame and turned around, his emerald eyes pierced through Sienna. "Bossy little bitch," Brandon whispered as he bent down and quickly slung her over his shoulder and smacked her ass.

Inside his bedroom, he slammed the door shut and lightly tossed her on to the bed. Sienna was already so wet and turned on, she knew she had to have him right then. She quickly tossed off her clothes and stared at him hungrily.

She crawled on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed and started to unbutton his jeans and slide them down along with his underwear. There it was, in all its glory. What she had been wanting.

She lightly carressed his hard dick in her right hand and started to massage it. Brandon leaned his head back. Everything about her always felt so fucking good.

After a few more strokes, Sienna wanted him in her mouth. She playfully licked and swirled her tongue around the head, flicking her tongue at the V shaped area under the tip. 

Brandon jerked, "Oh fuck."

Sienna was glad he liked that little move. She had learned it from Cosmo.  She put her mouth completely over the head and began bobbing up and down, her saliva coating his head. She heard Brandon moan and felt his hands tightly grip her hair. 

Sienna started to suck harder and began teasing his balls with her hands. Massaging both of them while placing her mouth further down his shaft, much to Brandon's encouragement.

Little sparks were going off in Brandon's head. Both heads. If he could bottle this feeling and sell it, he'd be a fucking billionaire. Goddamn, her mouth felt so good. Hot, wet and tight. He could feel his balls start to swell, but he didn't want it to end like this. 

He gently pushed her face away from his cock and he chuckled as she made a pouting face.

"Slide back to the middle of the bed and open your legs," he said to her, while removing his shirt.

Sienna quickly obeyed, anxiously awaiting his next move.

Like a predator stalking his prey, Brandon narrowed his eyes on her and slowly crawled up the bed. He began kissing and licking her legs as his tongue traveled North. When he reached the apex of her smooth legs he licked her slit. 

Sienna shivered. His tongue felt so good.

"Can I give you a french kiss?" he asked her, his eyes penetrating hers, as his tongue would soon be doing below.

"Yes," Sienna gasped.

Brandon proceeded to give Sienna a deep, hard, long french kiss, as his tongue invaded her sex. She reached out and grabbed the sheets beside her. She wished she could find the fucking pillow so she could bite into it. She knew Darren was out there, but in a minute, she was going to start screaming.

Brandon loved the taste of her. He continued to lick and kiss her 'other lips' while she thrashed and moaned. But then he felt her legs clamp around his neck as she began to come. Brandon continued to taste her until she couldn't take anymore and started pushing him away.

"Please, I can't--," she breathlessly uttered, as she tried to close her legs.

"Not so fast, baby," Brandon said, as he leaned over her and pushed her legs back open.

Sienna couldn't think at this moment. Her eyes could barely focus. She felt his weight shift and hover above her. She could feel his hard cock waiting at her entrance. She felt him lean down to kiss her, but she could barely kiss back.

"Open your eyes," he whispered to her. When she did, he slowly and fluidly plunged all the way inside her tight pussy, while his stare pinned her eyes. She tried to hold his gaze as long as she could, but the feeling was so intense, she closed her eyes from pleasure.

"Does it feel good, Sienna?" Brandon asked while stroking deeper into her eager pussy.

"Mmm," was all Sienna could think of to say.

"Tell me how it feels," Brandon commanded, while one of his hands yanked her hair.

"Ohh, damn. It feels so good baby. I can't--uh, I can't think."

Sienna loved this position. She knew many people thought that missionary was boring, but with someone you are insanely in love with, feeling their weight on top of you, and being able to look them in the face while they made love to you...there was nothing more sexual or romantic than that.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 06



Brandon began to pick up the pace, and fuck her harder. Damn, he loved this girl so much. She made his senses crazy. Threw him off track. He started kissing her mouth. He knew she could taste her juices on his lips. The bed began to give, and slam into his wall while Sienna released his mouth and started shouting.

"Ohh God!!! Brandon, fuck--"

Meanwhile, in the living room, Darren could hear the grunts, shouting and headboard bumping clean through Brandon's bedroom door.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, as he reached for the TV remote and turned the volume up on the video game. Not that he hadn't heard Brandon with women before, because being his roommate through training...he had heard several. But this was a little different for him. Although Brandon didn't look at Sienna like a little sister anymore, he did, which made the whole thing awkward for him at times.

But he loved both of them, and just wished they would hurry the fuck up.

"Oh fuck! Sienna--" Brandon said as he exploded within her. He lowered his body on top of her as he continued to come. It took him a moment to catch his breath.

When all was quiet and still in the room, Brandon looked down at her and reclaimed her lips. He could kiss those sweet lips for hours. Which was a new feeling for him, because growing up, he never really was a kissing, affectionate type of guy. But he noticed a lot of changes in himself because of Sienna.

After a few moments, he knew he had to get up and pack. Fuck, he didn't want to leave. He tried to roll off of her, but she locked her legs around his waist. He chuckled beside her ear.

"Baby, I have to go before Darren comes in here and drags me away."

"No, don't go, please, I'll beg you! I'll do anything you want," Sienna tried to negotiate while wrapping her arms around his neck as well. She could still feel him inside her, and she wanted it to remain that way.

"I can't beautiful, I have to go to."

"No!" she screamed.

Brandon growled at her and lifted both of them off the bed, with her still tightly wrapped around him. He pulled her back slightly, and felt his dick slip out of her warm sticky insides.  But then she gripped him tighter with her legs and arms and buried her face into his neck, as he stood there in the middle of his bedroom floor.

"Sienna, I have to go baby. I need you to let go." he said gently trying to pull her off.

She squeezed tighter and shook her head 'no' into his neck.

He loved the way her soft hair cascading around his shoulder. He pulled her back and gripped her head with both hands, and gazed into her big brown eyes that were starting to fill with tears.

"You know, I'm a tough son of a bitch, which is why I've lasted so long. I'll be fine baby. Trust me."

"Tell me where you're going," she said again, as tears spilled over the brim of her eyelids. 

Brandon kissed her on her soft, swollen lips. "You know I can't," he stated.

Sienna slid down his body and pushed him away. She was pissed. And she knew she shouldn't have been, but she couldn't help it.

Brandon stared down at her. Fuck, she was sexy when she was mad. He turned and began dressing. He would just have to smell like sex, because he sure as hell didn't have enough time to take a shower.

Sienna watched sullenly as he pulled on some loose fitting jeans and a blue button down top. Her body started betraying her, screaming for more. He bent down in his closet and pulled out a large black duffel bag. She continued to watch as he packed different items in it. Night vision goggles, knives, two uniforms, little electronic gadgets and a ski mask.

When Brandon was done, he slung the heavy bag over his shoulder and turned to her. She sat on the edge of the bed, still naked and still sulking.

"Can I have a kiss goodbye?" he asked with a smirk.

"No."

Brandon assessed her mood. "You know, if I really want a kiss, I can take it. With or without your permission," he teased her, raising an eyebrow.

Sienna just sat there. She didn't feel like playing with him. She was hurting too much.

Brandon leaned over her and grabbed her face, locking it in place. She tried to pull her lips in, but he kissed her anyway. After a few seconds, Sienna quit struggling and gave in. She placed her arms around his neck and hungrily sucked at his lips and tongue.

He pulled back and whispered into her lips, "I have to go. I love you." He quickly pecked her on the mouth one more time, and walked out of the room.

Sienna sat there as she heard the front door open then close, and then his Jeep engine roar to life and fade away in the background. She was instantly miserable. How could one human being have so much power over another?

She got up and threw her clothes on. She walked out into the living room and dialed Lori on her cell phone.

She didn't want to be alone right now.



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Lori showed up at Brandon's house in record time, already dressed for a night of clubbing.

"No! No, no, no!" Sienna shouted, as Lori pulled on her arm.

"Sienna, you can't stay in this house all day and night until he comes back," Lori said. "Come on, tonight will be fun."

"I would rather sit here with you and watch some movies or something. Order a pizza, I just really don't feel like going out!"

"Sienna, you turned 18 over two and a half months ago, and you have yet to take advantage of the Wednesday night club rule, ladies 18 and older, men 21 and up. And if we go now, we get in for free! So come on!"

Sienna finally caved and changed into a cute pair of tight dark denim pants and a low cut white top.

When they arrived at the club, they flirted with the doorman, and as soon as he opened the door, the music hit them. Sienna could feel it pumping through her chest. Lori immediately threw her hands in the air and started dancing toward the main floor. Sienna grabbed the back of her shirt and followed.

The two of them danced for almost an hour straight without breaking. They were both sweating and laughing, as several guys attempted to dance behind them. Sienna politely would decline and stop dancing, while Lori was grinding on every one of them.

Sienna had to take a break. She went over to the closest wall and sat down. She was fanning herself when she felt someone sit beside her.

"Hey sexy, wanna dance?" a deep voice asked her.

She turned and came face to face with a really good looking guy. She couldn't tell under the blue and purple lights what he was. Italian maybe? Greek? 

"Um, no. I can't. Thank you though."

"Why not? I saw you out there on the dance floor. You were making several of these women jealous."

Sienna giggled. She doubted that, but this guy was good.

"Well, I have a boyfriend."

"So, I have a girlfriend," he returned, while licking his lips.

Sienna started feeling uncomfortable. Normally, she would have rolled her eyes at someone so forward, but ever since Terry, an advance like this started making her nervous.

"Come on, one dance. One slow, sexy dance for me," the guy continued.

Sienna was about to get up to walk away when he grabbed her hand and said, "Wait a second."

Her heart started beating rapidly and she couldn't breathe. But before she could think to say anything, someone pulled her back out of the guy's grasp.

"You know, she told you she had a boyfriend. You should have stopped there."

She relaxed and closed her eyes. She knew who's chest she was pressed tightly against. Chris.

"And who the fuck are you?" the guy asked, standing.

"Her boyfriend," Chris said glaring at the guy, before he led Sienna away .

When they reached the other side of the club, Chris released her hand and smiled at her.

"Thank you," Sienna shouted over the music.

"Don't mention it, princess."

Sienna gave him a once over. He looked good. He was in a nice black shirt with dark jeans. He had gotten a haircut too. She hadn't seen him since that day he had taken her to the Shore Patrol Offices.

As if he were reading her mind about him, he turned to her and said, "You look really good."

"Thank you. So do you. Are you here with some friends?" Sienna asked, as she scanned the crowed looking for Lori.

"No, actually Lori invited me. She didn't tell you? But unlike you two, I had to stand in line and pay. An extra twenty got me in, since I'm not 21."

Sienna smiled. She knew Lori had a bit of a crush on him. "No, she must have forgotten to mention it. But I'm glad you're here. It's been a little while."

"Yeah, too long," Chris admitted while gazing over at her.

Sienna smiled and turned her attention back to the dance floor. She could still feel his eyes on her. After a few awkward silences, Sienna finally excused herself to the restroom.

Once inside, she fixed her hair and started pushing her top back in place, when she noticed a tall red head coming out of the far stall. Immediately she froze. It was the red head who had her hands...and ass, all over Brandon the night of the Veterans Ball. 

She and the red head locked eyes in the mirror.

Sienna quickly looked away and continued to pretend to straighten her top. But she could feel the red head still glaring at her. And she was so tall, that it made Sienna feel self-conscious to have her so close to her, gazing at her reflection.

Then Sienna could feel out of the corner of her eye, the red head turn in her direction and stare. Sienna scoffed to herself. This bitch may be taller than her, but Sienna could take her down.

Sienna rolled her eyes and turned to stare at the lanky woman. 

"You're Sierra, right?" the red headed skank asked.

"Sienna," she corrected.

The two women stared at each other for a few moments longer, before the red headed woman extended her hand toward Sienna.

"I'm Rachel," she said.

Sienna stared at her hand and then slowly reached out to meet it. She felt Rachel hold onto her hand just a little too long. 

Rachel leaned against the sink and continued to stare at Sienna.

"Sienna. That's a pretty name," Rachel said.

"Thanks. I saw you at the Veterans Ball, right? You used to date Brandon?" Sienna asked, trying her best to be friendly.

"Date BT? Oh, God no. We just fuck every now and then." she said with a slight laugh.

Sienna felt her face get hot. Oh, she was so going to smack this chick into next week.

"Excuse me?!" Sienna said, taking a step closer to her.

Rachel smiled brightly at Sienna.

"BT and I have never dated sweetheart, we only hook up. And I know you two are together now. But...if you ever get tired of him...come see me. I promise you won't regret it," Rachel said, giving Sienna a slow once over before she turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Sienna's mouth dropped. She just stood there looking at the door where Rachel had gracefully exited.

Back in the club, Sienna quickly walked back to Chris and pulled him aside.

"That woman, Rachel. The red head who was at the ball with BT, she's here!"

Chris smiled, "You didn't kill her, did you?"

"No, but she--she came on to me!" Sienna said, still trying to wrap her head around.

Chris laughed.

Sienna was still in shock. "I mean, I'm pretty sure she did. Do you think she's a lesbian?" she tried to whisper to him over the music.

"I don't know, but you sure know how to pull them," Chris whispered back to her.

Sienna playfully punched him in the shoulder and went to go find Lori.

When they arrived back at Brandon's, Lori decided to spend the night. They were sitting on the couch watching some old romantic classic and gulping down mouthfuls of popcorn.

Sienna thought of Brandon. She loved him so much. She would do anything for him. But damn it if she forgot AGAIN to tell him to wear a condom. Well, she'd fix that problem.

"Lori?"

"Hmm," Lori said totally into the movie.

"Will you go with me tomorrow. I want to get on birth control."

Lori turned and stared at Sienna. "Sure."

"Okay. I just don't want to go by myself, and I've never been to the gynecologist before. I'm a little scared."

"Oh, don't be. Girl, you know I got on the pill when I was 13."

Sienna laughed, "I know, I remember. You bragged about it for weeks."

"You know you were jealous," Lori laughed and threw a handful of popcorn at her.



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The next morning, Sienna and Lori were waiting in the OB/GYN's office. Sienna was nervous. Her stomach kept fluttering. The only person who had been down there was Brandon, and she preferred to keep it that way. Lori was reading some gossip magazine and smacking gum. Sienna glanced over at her. She loved her like a sister, and in all honesty, Lori and she looked alike. Enough people had told them that throughout school, so they would sometimes tell people they were cousins.

Lori had always been there for her. She felt as though Lori tried to act as mother figure sometimes, and Lord knows Sienna was the only one she knew of their friends who didn't have a mother. Sure some kids grow up without a father, but somehow most of them learn to adjust. But being a young girl, growing up without a mom was hard. So many things she didn't know, but felt stupid for asking people.

But she never felt stupid around Lori. She knew that she would be in her corner no matter what. Maid of Honor at her wedding and vice versa.

"Sienna Branson?" a little round nurse called out.

Sienna got up, blew Lori a kiss and walked back with the nurse.

"This your first time coming to a gynecologist?" the nurse asked, as they walked back to the room.

"Yes ma'am."

When they entered into the room, Sienna sat down on the table.

"Okay, I just need a few answers from you," the nurse said.

"Alright."

The nurse stared down at her clip board, "Are you sexually active?"

Jeez, they jump right into it, Sienna thought.

"Yes."

"What form of protection are you currently using, if any?"

"Um, none now."

The nurse checked a couple more things off and then turned to her.

"Okay, I'm going to take your blood pressure and I need you to give me a urine sample in this cup. The bathroom is right there, and after I'm done, you'll need to change into this gown. And the doctor should be with you shortly."

Sienna hated peeing in that little cup. She found it gross. But she put the sample in the little slot through the bathroom door and changed into the gown.

She sat on the edge of the table swinging her legs back and forth. She was starting to get nervous again. So she tried to think of Brandon. But that started making her feel worse. She imagined him in some dark jungle trying to stay alive. She had to shake that thought.

The door opened and an older man walked through followed by the round little nurse. Her doctor had salt and pepper colored hair, but his face looked younger than his hair coloring. 

"Miss Branson?"

"Yes," she whispered.

He smiled at her and shook her hand. "Hi, I'm Dr. Carlson. I'm going to give you your check up today. Do you have any questions before I begin?"

"Um, will it hurt?"

He laughed, "I'll try my best to keep it as painless and quick as possible."

Sienna swallowed loudly.

"Okay, I just need you to swing your legs up on the table and scoot all the way to the edge."

Sienna complied.

"Okay, now swing your legs up into these stirrups," the nurse added.

Could this be any more awkward?

"I'm going to tell you what I'm doing, before I do it, okay." Dr. Carlson said.

"Okay," Sienna answered.

He pulled his mask and gloves on. He pushed some large light over by his head and leaned the light down. Sienna felt so embarrassed. Why the hell would anyone want this job? Doctor or not!

"Okay, I'm going to insert this small metal clamp inside, okay? It's really cold, but I'll try to warm it up first."

Sienna heard him squeeze something out of a tube. Then she jumped slightly as she felt the cold metal pushing through her entrance. Uh, why do women go through this?!

After he was done with that contraption, she felt him sticking his fingers inside her. Jesus! She felt so dirty. She knew she was heading straight home to take a long hot shower.

After a few seconds, he was done and pulled off his mask and gloves.

"Okay Sienna, we're done. See that was quick and easy. Now you can get dressed, and I'll be back in just a moment."

Sienna eagerly put her clothes back on. She walked over to the magazines on the side table and began flipping through National Geographic.

After about 10 minutes, the doctor finally came back. 

"Hey there," he said as he slid his stool over to her. Sienna hopped back on the table. She wondered if he would recommend the one a day pill, or maybe some type of shot or patch.

"Okay. Well, all of your tests checked out and you will be able to take a form of birth control eventually."

Sienna breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't deformed or abnormal down there.

"But, I'm afraid I won't be able to start you on the pill until much later. Your urine sample came back positive. You are pregnant. 6 weeks to be exact," Dr. Carlson said.

Sienna froze. You know those moments in life when people say, 'Nothing can prepare you for this', Sienna now knew what that meant. 

"So, if you'd decide to carry the baby to full term, I'd like you to set up an appointment with me asap so we can get you started on your prenatal care, okay?"

Sienna still hadn't moved. Her eyes started stinging, because she had yet to blink. Was she in shock. Could she die from it?

"Sienna? Are you alright? I'm sure this is a shock to you. If you need to speak with the nurse about some options, just let me know, and I'll have her come back in here."

Sienna finally snapped out of it. She just shook her head and stood up. She felt like she weighed a ton. She swayed for a second, as she noticed Dr. Carlson stick his arms out to catch her. 

"I---I gotta go," she whispered and rushed out of the room.

She quickly paid her bill and walked out into the waiting room. She saw Lori quickly throw down the magazine she had been reading. She was sure it was the look on her face that caused Lori to jump up and rush over to her.

"What's wrong?" Lori asked.

"I'm, I'm --," Sienna tried her best to form her mouth to say 'pregnant', but it wasn't coming out.

"You're what? What's wrong?" Lori asked panicking. Then her eyes got big.

"No way!!" Lori yelled, causing half of the waiting room to turn in their direction.

Sienna flew out of the doors followed by Lori. She was trying her best to keep it together. She was pregnant? Oh God!

When they reached Brandon's house, Sienna fell onto the couch. Lori paced back and forth.

"Okay, let's just calm down. Fuck, how could this happen? Didn't you use anything?" Lori asked.

"Yes, I used a condom once," Sienna offered, still in shock.

"Once? Once?!! Sienna!" Lori shouted. "You have only used a condom ONCE with him?"

Sienna stared at Lori and slowly nodded her head.

"Okay, I'm going to calm down now. I just am shocked, too," Lori said.

"What if he's wrong? My dad said to always get a second opinion," Sienna said, hopeful.

"Okay, there's a start. Stay here, I'm gonna go grab some tests," she said over her shoulder as she ran out of the house.

Sienna just stared up at the ceiling. She knew she would cry in a minute. When the shock wore off, she would burst into tears. She closed her eyes and waited for Lori to come back.



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'Fuck, fuck fuck fuck...shit!' Sienna thought over and over in her head. She didn't know what she felt at the moment. Her stomach was flip flopping and she was starting to hyperventilate.

She sat there on the toilet seat for what seemed like forever, until Lori opened the bathroom door. Sienna looked up at her. She could tell my Lori's expression that she must have looked scared shitless.




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"Oh, honey," was all Lori could say. She walked over to Sienna and sat down on the floor beside her. The two just stared off into space for a few moments.

"Well, it could be wrong too, you know," Lori offered. Sienna looked at the four different tests lining the sink. All positive. "All of them?" she asked Lori with a sigh.

"They could be defective, I've seen that happen before. A shipment is contaminated," Lori said smiling at the idea.

"But they're different brands. They probably weren't even in the same truck."

"Shit, you're right," Lori responded, deflated.

Sienna immediately thought of Brandon again. As always, the thought of him made her shiver with goosebumps. She wondered would he be okay with this? Would he be mad? Then she thought of her father.

She groaned. Her father would lose his cool for sure. And this whole thing between he and Brandon would blow up even more. She wanted them to be like they were before. Brandon used to want to be just like her dad. And her dad loved talking to him. Like a father would a son. She hated she had caused all of this. Deep down, she knew if she would have left Brandon alone, they would still be extremely tight.

She rose from the toilet, walked into Brandon's room and fell face forward on the bed. She just wanted to curl up underneath the sheets and cry. She thought about everything that had happened in the last few weeks. Brandon getting arrested, her moving out of her father's house, the thing with Terry and now this!!

Lori walked to the bed and curled up beside her. She ran her fingers through Sienna's hair until she could hear Sienna lightly snoring. She tried to get off of the bed without disturbing her. She grabbed her cell phone and walked out of Sienna's room.

Lori needed to talk to someone. She needed to tell Chris. He would know what to do.





Hope you all enjoyed! Chapter 7 will probably be my last chapter if it doesn't end up too long. If so, then I'll add another chapter. As always, thanks so much for your support and feedback!

--Soular



Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 07



Chris sat there in his car after Lori told him the shocking news. He had almost veered off the side of the road, so he had to pull over to avoid an accident. He couldn't think. Pregnant? How could she let that happen? Sienna was leaving for Spelman in just a few weeks. Only plan that was making any sense to him was that she was getting an abortion. Yes, that made sense. She couldn't possibly have a baby with all that was going on.

He had to speak with her. He was sure she'd make the most sensible choice, but he still needed to know where her head was. Chris felt like he had been punched violently in the gut. He felt as though he were physically getting sick. God, he wanted her so bad, and now she was pregnant. She was only 18. She wasn't even married! Brandon was going to fuck up her life! 

At this moment Chris knew he was going to confront Brandon. Fuck it if everyone else was too afraid to give him a piece of their mind. He would damn sure hear from him before this summer was over.

Chris was supposed to have left for home awhile ago, and from there, returned to Annapolis, but he called his father and told him he was extending his visit with Commander Branson. He hadn't yet asked the Commander if he could stay longer because he figured he'd always made himself useful around the house and stayed out of his way. But he couldn't leave just yet. Not until Sienna knew exactly how he felt about her.

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Sienna awoke in Brandon's bed and it was already dark outside. At first she thought that the entire day had just been a crazy dream, until her stomach flip flopped, forcing her from the bed to the bathroom. 

When she was done hugging the toilet, she raised up and washed out her mouth. Sienna stared at herself in the mirror. She didn't look any different. At least not her face. She slowly slid her hands down to her breasts, which felt a little tender and then down to her stomach and lifted her shirt. That didn't look any different either. Still flat. She turned to the side and stared at herself in the mirror. Nope, no bump. This was all like a dream. Good or bad dream, she didn't yet know. She wasn't sure she would believe it until the thing popped out. She still couldn't believe she had managed to skip her period and not even notice. But she guessed with all that was happening so quickly in her life, perhaps it wasn't as unlikely as she thought.

She walked out into the living room to find Lori sleeping, mouth open, on the couch. She sat down at the kitchen table. She was going to fix some dinner, but just the thought of it made her want to vomit again.

She thought about her life and her family. Her mom had been young when she was born. Twenty years old, if she remembered what her father had told her. Only two years older than she was now. She knew she had several options, but she wasn't sure which she would choose. Truthfully, she didn't want to think about it. Ever.

She heard Lori yawn and rustle the covers, so she got up from the table and sat down beside her on the couch. 

"How do you feel?" Lori asked, stretching her arms and legs out.

"I'm okay, I guess," Sienna answered. "What would you do if you were in my situation?"

Lori rubbed her hand over her face and thought about it for a moment.

"Honestly Sienna, I would get an abortion. I just think it's the smartest thing to do. That way you don't have to miss a beat when we get ready to fly to Atlanta for school."

Abortion. She was after all, eighteen; no one could stop her if that's what she wanted to do. But then she thought about Brandon. Would he be happy about all of this, or mad? He had never expressed any feelings about being a father and she had never seen him hold a baby. God, she was going to be a mom. It finally hit her. She felt the stinging pain piercing her eyes, and then she burst into tears.

Sienna felt Lori's arm wrap around her and pull her tightly toward her. Sienna felt like she couldn't catch her breath. Her life seemed to be spiraling out of control and damned if she knew what to do. She wished so badly she could talk to her father. He always knew the right things to say. But she was just as nervous about having him find out as she was Brandon.

Lori let Sienna have her cry while she prepared dinner for them. Sienna scarcely ate anything. She just felt so overwhelmed. So many things were happening at once, and decisions that she dreaded, needed to be made. Her head was pounding and her stomach was in knots. She started feeling dizzy and she swore she could hear her heart rapidly beating.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lori asked, breaking Sienna out of her mini panic attack.

Sienna took a deep breath and exhaled. "I just don't know what I feel right now. I guess the best thing to do is just tell Brandon when he returns."

"Hmm," Lori moaned. "I'm not so sure I would do that just yet."

"Why?"

"Well, if you did want to get an abortion and Brandon didn't want you to, who do you think would win that fight?"

Sienna thought about that. Lori was right. Brandon seemed to always get his way. He would find some means to make sure she caved. It's partly the reason she was in the predicament to start with. He made her head whirl, and she would forget little things, oh, like birth control!

Thinking about him made her yearn for him even more. She couldn't wait to set eyes on him again. She longed to talk to him about all of this, but she wanted to make the right decision for herself. But for now, she thought it best to keep this between Lori and herself.

The rest of the week pretty much went by the same routine. Lori stayed with her and every night tried to persuade her to go out and have some fun, although Sienna's idea of fun was never club hopping. What was so wrong with bowling? Or Putt-Putt? Or an arcade? Sure that stuff was corny and mindless, but it was more pleasurable doing those activities than letting some strange, sweaty man grind up against her in a stifling, packed club. So, she and Lori ended up compromising. One night they went to a friend's house for a party, the next night they went bowling. Although Lori flirted with cashier more than she bowled, but Sienna had a blast.

Anything to keep her wandering mind from pining over Brandon.

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Brandon was worn-out. Dead tired. He was starving, aching, dirty and horny as hell. He didn't even feel like unpacking his shit from the Jeep. For seven days, he'd slept a combined amount of 10 hours and now his body was suffering from exhaustion. He managed to pull his bruised legs out of his Jeep and trudge up the front steps. He felt like he had collided with a mack truck. He just wanted to see her. Embrace her. Breathe in her scent and fall into a deep sleep.

He unlocked the door and staggered inside. It was pitch black and he tripped over something in the middle of the floor. Felt like a suitcase or bag. He sauntered over to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and got out a bottle of water. He needed a hot shower too, but he just didn't think his body could remain standing long enough to wash.

He walked over to his couch, turned on the TV and eased down, groaning from his sore tailbone. 

"Ouch, fuck!" he heard someone say.

Brandon rapidly jumped from the couch. "Jesus-fucking-Christ!" He turned on the light near the door, to find Lori smiling up at him while rubbing her legs. 

She laughed at him, "Damn, BT, you almost crushed my ankles."

"Fuck, Lori! What the hell are you doing here?" Brandon whispered.

"Take it up with Sienna, she invited me," she smiled at him, as she lay back down and threw the cover over her head.

"Goodnight, Lori," he said sarcastically, as he picked up a pillow and flung it at her head. He heard her giggle as he walked down the hallway. 

When he reached his bedroom, he quietly opened the door. There she was. His baby. Sienna was lying in the middle of the bed on her back. She had on a flimsy tee shirt, and he could see her tits rising and falling with each breath. He wanted to caress them with his hands. Or mouth. As he walked over closer to her, he had to pinch his lips shut to keep from laughing. She had placed one of his shirts over a pillow, and had it resting beside her. God, she was so cute.

He leaned over the bed and kissed her forehead. She immediately awoke with sleepy eyes. 

"Brandon!" Sienna shrieked, when her eyes focused on him.

"Hey baby, sshh, go back to sleep. I need to take a shower," he said, pushing her soft hair away from her face.

"No, please stay," she whispered, clutching at his shirt.

"Baby, I'm dirty," he said, lightly kissing her full lips.

"I don't care," she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Brandon pressed his lips firmly against hers. His tongue invaded her sweet mouth. Something about her always reminded him of honey. He leaned over her and started groping her underneath the sheets. Her body was so warm and soft, and she smelled like that damn shampoo or body wash that drove him wild. This is the kind of relationship he had been missing all of his life. Someone who would actually miss him when he was away. Someone who would mourn him if he didn't come back. Someone who loved him deeply.  

Fuck it, he'd have to stay dirty. 

He ripped the covers off of her and pulled off his shirt. He hoped she hadn't notice him hesitate a moment. His body was killing him, and he was sure if the light was on, she would stop him from his goal of making love to her all night long. She'd probably start crying, knowing how emotional she could get.

Sienna lay there, eagerly awaiting his touch. She instinctively pulled down her panties and opened her legs. The coolness of the air connecting with her moist pussy made her shiver. She pushed her shirt over her head and threw it across the room. She was so ready for him. 

Brandon pushed his pants and underwear down and took in the sight of her on his bed. Her body was perfection in his mind. She had beautiful, ample tits and a small torso that tapered down to her tiny, toned waist, which then flared out beautifully to her full, divinely fuck-able hips. It was driving him insane! Just that image alone caused his manhood to stand at full attention. Coke bottle my ass, Brandon thought. That was inadequate to describe her delicious shape. Goddamn, this girl was perfect. And his...all his.

Sienna watched as Brandon climbed on top of her. He didn't bother with any type of foreplay, and she was glad for that. She just wanted him. Inside her. He placed the head of his dick at the damp opening to her pussy and pushed.

"Ooh, Brandon," Sienna whimpered into his ear. She wrapped her legs around his firm hips as he began to deeply penetrate her willing center.

"Did you miss me, baby?" Brandon whispered back, as he savored the unbelievable feeling of her snug pussy walls gripping at his cock.

She shook her head while rolling her hips to meet his powerful thrust.

"What?" he said, as he bent his neck to lightly bite her nipple. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes, baby, I missed you," Sienna sighed. God, she had missed this so much. She felt as though they were one being when he was so deep inside her, heart to heart.

Brandon began picking up the pace, driving in and out of her. He knew his body would pay for this workout in the morning, but he couldn't stop. The moonlight was dancing off of her face, and her expressions of pleasure were turning him on to the fullest.

Sienna felt so full and powerless against him. She reached her hands around him and grabbed his firm ass. She could feel the muscles flexing as he impaled her again and again. She raked her fingernails across his toned rump, and he groaned into her neck, while delicately biting it. He was reaching places inside her that the doctor damn sure couldn't reach with his vulgar equipment. Nothing could equate to this breathtaking feeling.

He lifted his chest from hers and stared down at her as he pulled the majority of his thick penis from her pussy. She tried to push his ass back down with her hands, but he wasn't budging. She felt so empty. She gripped her legs tighter around him, and pressed down, but he still wouldn't shift.

"Sienna?"

"Yes," she replied, still trying to get him to move his hips.

"Tell me who you belong to," he said in a raspy, seductive voice as he stroked inside her once and pulled out.

Sienna's eyes rolled back with that one insertion. He was driving her mad. 

"Tell me," he demanded again, in a harsher tone.

"You, Brandon. I belong to you," she croaked out, barely keeping it together.

"Damn straight," he said as he thrust inside her and withdrew again. Ugh, he was killing her!

He grabbed her hand and placed it flat against his chest. He gazed so deeply into her eyes; she swore he could see her soul. Perhaps even her thoughts before she knew what they were. He just held his hand over hers, against his beating heart.

"And this belongs to you," he said, not once breaking eye contact with her.

Sienna froze. Everything she was thinking he could have said, completely missed the mark. She had never in her life met a human being more intense than Brandon Temple, and God help her, she loved that about him. She obsessed over this beautiful, dangerous man.

But the moment her brain thawed out and the realization of what he had just said completely struck her, she gripped his neck tightly and slammed into his face. She was so hungry for his kisses, she couldn't think about anything else. Brandon wasn't an emotional person, but when he did do something, even as subtle as what he had just done, it sent her over the moon.

Brandon returned her kisses as he vigorously drove his cock into her with a desire he hadn't felt before. He wanted to inhabit her insides to ensure himself that she did indeed, belong to him. He knew from the moment he had taken her from the Veterans Ball, he couldn't be apart from her. And now more than ever, he knew this was it for him. The only woman he would ever want again. He couldn't lose her. Ever.

Sienna felt the lower half of her body begin to quiver. She felt her pussy spasm as she threw her head back and let an intense orgasm roll through her body. "Oooh, Brandon, mmm..baby!" she cried out.

Brandon tightly grasped her, as her legs slid down from around his hips and on to the bed. He began thrusting harder into her, feeling his own release building. Fuck the condom, he thought. He loved her more than anything, and would welcome any responsibilities that came with.

He held her tight as he started to fill her womb with his seed. "Shit," he hissed by her ear. "Fuck, Sienna. I love you so much," he said, still feeling his come release inside her.

When he felt completely empty, he rolled onto his back and took her with him, so that she was now resting on top of him.

Sienna couldn't lift her head just yet, but she whispered into his chest, "I love you too, Brandon. Always." And then she fell into a deep sleep.

Brandon stayed awake for awhile, listening to her breathing. Her body was lightly rising and falling with his breaths, so he tried to breathe smoothly so he wouldn't jostle her. He gently caressed her back. Since he had been with her, he couldn't manage to keep his hands off of her. He felt the need to always touch her in some way.

But soon fatigue, and the lack of sleep in seven days caught up to him, and he passed out.

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When Sienna awoke, the sun was shining brightly into the bedroom. A smile crept across her face, thinking of last night's little homecoming with Brandon. She reached over for him but the covers were empty. She rolled over and picked up her small tee shirt from the floor and put it on. She grabbed a pair of shorts from her suitcase and walked out of the bedroom.

When she reached the kitchen, she noticed Brandon standing over by the sink with both hands braced on the counter. She turned and saw Lori lying on the couch, flipping through different channels.

Her attention flew back to Brandon. She was sure he had heard her enter the kitchen, but he had yet to turn around to greet her. Oh no, what had she done now.

"Brandon?" she tentatively asked, as she walked over towards him. He quickly turned around and spewed water from his mouth like a fountain, at her.

Sienna sputtered and coughed when the water splashed her face. Her mouth dropped open as she stood there in shock. She couldn't believe he had just done that! And he stood there laughing his ass off and wiping his mouth.

"You asshole!" she screamed, as she playfully attacked him. She ran to the sink and turned the faucet on and started throwing handfuls of water at him, soaking everything in her path.

Brandon couldn't help himself. He had just taken a sip of water when he heard her coming, and he knew the look she would give him would be priceless if he did it. And he was right. She had stood there with water dripping from her face and a look that could kill. 

He quickly ducked to avoid the water she was trying to toss on him and picked her up. She started squealing and laughing. He gently placed her on the kitchen floor while she pushed and fought him off. He grabbed his bottle of water and started spraying more onto her body as she twisted and turned to avoid it.

"Aah!!" Sienna screeched, as the cold water hit her flimsy shirt. She grabbed his pant legs and yanked them as hard as she could.

Brandon almost lost his balance, but caught himself right before he would have fallen on top of her.

"BT, stop!" Lori called from behind them.

He and Sienna both stopped and looked at her. "Why?" he questioned, cocking his head to the side.

"You could, um...you could hurt her doing that, you know," Lori offered, trying to not look guilty.

Sienna started to get up and playfully smacked his face. She walked over to Lori with her eyes wide, signaling Lori to shut up before she gave them away.

Brandon stared at the two of them. Something was up, but he wasn't sure what. Maybe it was all in his head, because he still wasn't one hundred percent since returning from the mission. That morning, in the shower, oh, he felt the pain. His ass should have rested as soon as he got home, but as long as she was anywhere near the same vicinity as him, he could forget about resting.

"Oh, guess who I saw the other day at a club?" Sienna asked smugly, turning around and pinning him with her glare.

Brandon's brow furrowed. "You went to a club without me?" he returned.

Sienna's mouth opened, and then quickly closed. She went to stand behind Lori and pointed her finger down over Lori's head.

Lori laughed, "Oh great, now I know that you'll throw me under the bus."

Sienna hugged Lori from behind and rested her head on her shoulder. "Rachel. Your red headed friend," Sienna told him.

"Fuck," Brandon muttered, as he grabbed a piece of bacon.

"And guess what?"

Brandon started to chew and stared at Sienna waiting to see what crazy shit Rachel had exposed about him.

"She wants me to come see her when I get tired of you," Sienna replied, smiling at him.

Brandon's eyes widened, then he rolled them. Fucking Rachel.

"Well, I guess I never told you she swings both ways," he said, as he went to grab another piece of bacon.

Sienna thought for a moment. She really didn't want to know the answer, but she had to ask anyway. She was a glutton for punishment.

"So...in all this swinging both ways, did you and she ever add another woman to your little hook-ups?" Sienna asked, while walking to the refrigerator, trying to act uninterested.

She looked back at Brandon, and one side of his mouth curled up into a cat-ate-the-canary grin. "You know, in the military, we have a don't ask, don't tell policy. So I'm sticking to that," he replied, as he turned and walked down the hallway.




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Sienna picked up the dishrag and threw it in his direction, missing by a few feet.

"Asshole," she muttered under her breath.

"I heard that," he hollered from the hallway.

"Meant for you to!!" she yelled back.

Lori laughed. Those two were crazy.

"Hey, open up," Lori and Sienna heard Darren say through the front door. Lori skipped over to the door to open it. She had always thought Darren was sexy as hell, with his shaved head and dark chocolate skin. 

Originally, Lori had also had a crush on Brandon, but Sienna had called dibs on him early on, and that girl was a total lost cause when it came to Brandon, so Lori knew she had to back off. 

But Darren, oh, he was fine too. She had tried flirting with him over the years, but nothing seemed to work. She had seen his girlfriends. They were all gorgeous, and most of them had been a little older than him. Funny, Brandon picks the girl ten years younger, while Darren chooses the women about ten years older. But in this case, she would prefer he be more like Brandon in that respect. Even though she was older than Sienna by a few months, she was also still, only eighteen.

When Lori finally opened the door she gasped. Darren looked like shit run over--twice. 

"Well, hey to you, too," Darren retorted, grinning at her reaction to his beat down body.

He knew he looked terrible. And the shit hurt even worse. He limped in towards them and sat down at the kitchen table. He noticed Sienna and Lori still staring at him.

He got a piece of toast and bacon off the tray and bit into it.

"What?" he asked, shoving the rest of it down his throat. He was starving.

Sienna was the first to speak. "What happened to you?" she asked, taking in his limp, his busted lip, black and blue eye, and large bandage wrapped around his left elbow.

"Oh, that," he laughed. "Just another day as a Seal."

"Seriously Darren, what the hell happened?" Lori chimed in.

"Well, I can't really tell you guys where we were, but it was me, BT and one of the bad guys. All three of us had run out of bullets after this crazy shoot out on top of this building," Darren explained, while he inhaled more food.

"So, with no bullets left, this asshole launched toward me like a fucking lunatic and hits me head on. Well, we both were about to go flying over the edge until BT grabbed me at the last second. But the weight of me and the other guy was too much, and all three of us went over," he said, as he grabbed some more bacon.

"Over what?! The side of a building?!!" Sienna shrieked. She felt herself trembling.

Darren looked up at her. "Yes. But it was only two stories high," he stated, matter of fact.

Sienna felt sick. She wanted to throw up. He could have been killed. She had to sit down. 

"Holy shit!" Lori shouted. "I always knew BT was crazy, but you too, Darren?"

"Well, BT might be crazy as hell, but I love that asshole like a brother. He could have let go of me, you know. But he didn't, and went over the edge with me," Darren said, as he scanned the table for more food. 

Lori stared down at Darren. "Shouldn't you be in the hospital or something like that? You look like a walking ad for what happens when you drive drunk."

Darren laughed. Lori was funny. She had a smart quick mouth, that he was sure would drive him crazy if he was around her all the time, but here and there, she was okay.

Brandon heard his friend's voice and came back down the hallway and into the kitchen to find Darren sitting at the table stuffing his face.

"Fuck, you look like shit," Brandon said, as he went to sit down by Sienna. He noticed she had her head resting on the table.

"Baby?" Brandon asked, as he stroked her back.

She lifted her head and turned to look at him. Her eyes were weak and wet.

"You didn't tell me you fell off the freaking roof of some building after a shootout," she said to him.

Brandon turned to Darren.

"Fuck, man! Why did you tell her that?" he said, throwing a piece of toast at him.

Darren caught the toast, and started eating it. "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to."

Brandon faced Sienna again. "Look, I don't know what he told you, but trust me, it wasn't that bad."

"Were you involved in a shootout?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Did you fall or get pulled off of the roof of a building?"

"Yeah."

"Than it IS that bad," she stated, getting up from the table.

He pulled her back down and onto his lap. She tried to get up again, but his hands wrapped securely around her.

"Baby, we get close calls sometimes, but I'm okay. And we accomplished our mission. But trust me, that asshole who knocked us over the side...the fall was the least of his worries," Brandon said, nuzzling her neck.

"Hooyah," Darren muttered as he piled more food onto an empty plate.

Sienna started to say something, when she noticed something black on the side of Brandon's neck.

"Oh shit," he said, trying to hide that side of his neck.

"What the hell is that?!" Sienna asked when she ran her fingers over a small set of stitches in his neck. She hadn't noticed them last night or earlier this morning.

"I um, I got grazed by a bullet," he sheepishly said, while pretending to duck from whatever it is she was about to unleash on him.

Sienna felt nauseated. Her stomach started gurgling and the smell of the food on the table made her feel like she was going to gag. And now, hearing this. He was almost shot in the throat!!

"A bullet almost, it almost hit you in the--," was all she could muster, as she felt the bile rising up her own throat. She tried to jump from his lap, but he held her firmly against him. She pushed hard, and just as she broke free, she puked all over the floor.

"Goddamn," Darren said, as he jumped up on his good leg, scooting his food out of the way.

"Sienna?!" Brandon shouted, as he kneeled down beside her. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I"m fine...I just didn't feel well this morning. I'm so sorry," she weakly said, trying to find some paper towels to clean up her mess.

"Fuck that, leave it," he said as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the back.

Lori, who had also jumped up and ran to stand beside her, decided to make herself useful by wiping up the mess.

Darren stood over her, still eating, but slowly chewing. Lori noticed Darren staring at her, but she didn't say anything to him. She just mopped up the floor and then washed her hands.

As she was drying them off, Darren came to stand next to her.

"She should be okay," Lori said to him.

"You know," he stated thoughtfully, "she was throwing up like that while BT was locked up."

"Oh, yeah."

"She's been sick like that for awhile," he said, more as a statement than a question.

"Yeah, must be some kind of bug," Lori said, while trying to look anywhere but at him.

"Nine month bug, huh?" Darren said, while his gaze penetrated Lori's, trying to read her.

"What? No. I don't know what you're talking about. She's just been really stressed, and obviously hearing about Brandon's near death caused her to feel bad again," Lori stated, as she walked over to the couch and sat down. She pretended to flip through the channels again, but she knew Darren was still staring at her.

"Is there anything BT should know?" he asked, clearly pissed off.

Lori ignored him. Shit! She didn't know what to do. She was sure that Sienna didn't want Darren knowing about her situation. He would tell Brandon, and Sienna hadn't even decided what she was going to do with the baby.

"Lori?" he asked again, raising his voice.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about. And anything between them, is their business, not mine or yours," she said. But then she felt guilty, because she had told Chris about the pregnancy. 

"Right," he said sarcastically, as he sat back down at the table and continued to eat.

In the bathroom, Brandon had Sienna leaning over the sink, splashing water on to her face. Commander Branson had told him years ago that Sienna had a weak stomach, but Brandon had never actually seen her throw up.

She raised up from the sink and he handed her a towel to dry her face. He stood behind her staring at her reflection in the mirror. Even in the fragile state she was in now, she was still stunning. 

Sienna felt like shit and was embarrassed that Brandon had to see her like this. She reached for her toothbrush and cleaned her teeth and tongue. She gurgled some water then repeated with mouthwash. She looked up into the mirror at his eyes and gave him a weak smile.

"You alright, baby?" he asked.

Sienna turned around. "Yes, I'm fine. And I'm sorry about the mess, I'll--"

Brandon put his hand over her mouth. "I don't give a shit about the mess. I just want to know if you are okay. That's all that matters."

Sienna nodded her head with his hand still covering her mouth.

"Okay then," he said, as he removed his hand and leaned down to kiss her.

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

Sienna knew she had to see the doctor this week. She would be seven weeks now, and she still didn't know if she were keeping the baby or not, but if she did, she wanted to make sure she was doing everything right for him. Or her. It.

She informed Brandon that she and Lori were going to the mall to shop, which technically wasn't a lie, since Lori was returning some merchandise, but then from there, they traveled back to Dr. Carlson's office.

"Alrighty, Sienna. We're all done for the day. The nurse will schedule your follow up when you pay," Dr. Carlson said in his normal cheery manner, after examining her and handing her tons of paper about pregnancy expectations. 

"Thank you, Dr. Carlson. Hey, can I ask you a question?" Sienna said, nervously.

"Of course. Shoot."

"When's the last week I can have an abortion?" she said, looking down at her feet.

"Well, Sienna our clinic doesn't perform abortions, so I'd hate to give you the wrong information. But I believe it's up to 24 weeks, although many physicians that I know of don't really think it's healthy for the woman to wait so late. But I'd prefer you talk to another doctor who deals directly with that procedure, okay? I wouldn't want to misquote anything. But if you are looking to go that route, I can have the nurse recommend some top clinics."

"Okay," she said as she followed Dr. Carlson out of the room. As soon as she and Lori reached the car, Lori turned to her. "Okay, tell me everything."

Sienna surprised herself at how eager she was to tell Lori. "Well, he asked if I wanted to know anything about the baby, and I said yes. He said that the baby is about the size of a pencil eraser, has a heartbeat and it's starting to develop facial features."

"Wicked! That's so weird but cool."

"And...he told me my due date," she smiled over at Lori.

"So, you're going to keep the baby?"

Sienna sighed, "I don't know. I kinda want to. But with so much going on and my age, I know everyone would think I'm a fool to."

"Well, when is your due date?" Lori asked, trying to change the subject. She knew that this was difficult for Sienna.

"April 10th! Brandon's birthday is on the 9th!! How crazy is that?!" Sienna asked all excited.

"Well, you know when his parents were getting busy too," Lori laughed. "That is really neat Sienna." 

Lori began to think about that date. "Hey, April is pretty close to the end of the school year, you know. That's not bad. Maybe...just maybe you would barely miss any school work, if you still wanted to attend a college."

Sienna pondered over it too. Well, Spelman was out of the question, but just maybe she could still attend college. She knew girls in her high school that had come every day up until their child's birth, maybe she could do the same. It was definitely worth investigating, because she really did want to go to school. She would make that her new task.

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

When Lori dropped Sienna back off at Brandon's, she walked in and found him lounging casually against the counter in his Dress Blues. He looked so damn fine right then, that if the Navy put this exact freeze frame on their brochures, they'd have all kinds of women wanting to join. 

She didn't know how the hell he managed to do it, but already, she felt a slight tingling between her legs. A quick jolt to her pussy, by just staring at him.

Brandon drank in the sight of her body. She was wearing a white strapless shirt or tube top, or whatever they were called and a pair of really short denim shorts. Really short. His gaze finally made its way back to her face. She had her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and had yet to remove herself from the door entrance.

Sienna watched as he lifted his hand and flexed his finger for her to come to him. And of course, she did. She walked over to him and he stared down at her. She realized she was much shorter than him, but wearing her flat white flip flops, she felt that he towered over her. And being this close to him, he smelled heavenly. Oh, it must be pheromones or something, because she was ready to rip his clothes off.

Brandon took in her wide seductive eyes and kissed her tender mouth. He then slowly turned her around and lightly pushed her back down, so that she was bending over in front of him.

"Hmm," was all Sienna heard him say. What? Did he not think her ass looked good anymore? She tried to rise up, but he held her down firmly.

"So, this is the image that people will have in their head if you drop your keys or something," he said, finally letting her up.

Sienna spun around and nervously laughed, while Brandon's expression remained flat.

"BT, they're not that short," she said.

"Right," Brandon said, scanning over her delicious curves again.

Sienna always felt naked when he looked at her like that. The way he would survey her body and lick his lips, like she were a tasty dish.

"These are the same type of shorts you used to parade around in front of me with, and I knew what I was thinking then, and I know what guys are thinking now," he said, pulling her closer to him and seizing her ass.

"Well, speaking of dress code, why are you in your dress uniform?" Sienna asked.

"Because Miss Branson, you made a deal with me. Get your pretty little ass dressed, we're going on our official date," Brandon said, while smacking her bottom.

Sienna jumped. "Date, what date?"

"For teaching you how to fight, remember. Now move your fine ass, before I forget about the date, and have you on this floor in ten seconds."

Sienna giggled and stood up on her tip toes and wrapped her hands around his neck. She kissed his lips, while she pushed her entire body into his. Then she quickly turned and sprinted down the hallway and in to the bedroom.

She opened his closet and smiled to see her articles of clothing hanging next to his. She pulled out three summer dresses. One was black with a plunging neckline and angled cut at the bottom. About knee length. The white one was strapless, with a little blue flower at the bust. Maybe not dressy enough? And then there was the red dress. It had thin spaghetti straps and was short. 

She was contemplating her choices when she felt his arms snake around her waist.

"Hey, which one should I wear?"

Brandon snuggled his lips against her neck. "How about you don't wear anything, and I follow suit," he said, nibbling on her neck.

Sienna laughed. "Which one?"

Brandon looked over the three dresses, but the red one caught his eyes first. "That one."

Sienna picked up the red dress and held it against herself. This dress was tight last she remembered. She hoped she could still squeeze into it. Suddenly, she became extremely self-conscious of her body. Brandon hadn't made any moves toward the door, so she figured he was going to stand here while she dressed. Shit.

Sienna walked over to his dresser and removed a black thong and then she grabbed her strappy sandals from the closet.

She stood there by the bed, wondering how she was going to tell him she needed to change in the bathroom, when he had already seen every part of her body.

And then the way he stared at her, made her feel even more self-conscious.

He strolled over to her and started kissing her again. He then unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs. He did the same with her panties. Then he pulled her top over her head and removed her strapless bra.

Sienna was standing completely naked in front of him. It took a great amount of will power to keep her hands by her side. She desperately wanted to cover her midsection. She figured she was probably being paranoid, but she felt fat.

Brandon pulled the thong out of her hands and kneeled down in front of her. He held the thong for her to step into it, and when she did, he slowly slid it up her smooth brown legs. Before he covered her completely, he gently kissed her soft mound, and pulled them up.

While still kneeling, Brandon wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her tummy. First below the belly button, then above.

Sienna was so nervous. She just knew that he would realize she was pregnant. But he didn't linger there too long before he made his way up to her tender breasts. He took a hard nipple into his mouth, causing her to wince in pain. Even though they were sore, she didn't stop him. She didn't want to give anything away.

When Brandon had given both of her succulent nipples the same amount of attention, he trailed further up and his lips attached to her neck, causing her to moan into his ear.

He pulled the red dress from her grasp, and lowered it gently over her head. Sienna stuck her hands through the straps as Brandon pulled the snug dress over her body. Brandon knew he had to get her out of the door, or else he'd push her on to the bed and they'd never leave.

When they pulled up to the nice Italian restaurant with an ocean view, Sienna checked herself in the mirror. Brandon had barely given her ten minutes to fix her hair and apply makeup.

Sienna noticed the hostess kept her eyes on Brandon. Sienna smirked to herself. 'That's right bitch! Keep looking, because that's all you'll ever do'.

When they sat down, Brandon gave their drink order. "I'll have a glass of wine. Doesn't matter, whatever is good. And she'll have water and a coke."

When the waiter left, he laughed at her. "Damn, you got another 3 years to go before you can take a drink."

"Screw you," Sienna whispered to him.

He winked at her. "Any time, any place."

Sienna looked out of the window at the waves crashing against the sand. There was something she loved about the ocean. She never thought she could live in a state that didn't border an ocean. She cherished the smell of it and the way the wind blew powerful gusts of cold air that seemed to come from the middle of the Pacific.

"So...about school," Brandon asked, bringing her attention back to him.

She sighed, "Yeah, I guess I've been avoiding that too."

"How are we going to do this?" he said, taking a sip of his wine.

Sienna wasn't ready to go there. She didn't even know if she was having the baby, or going to Spelman, or going anywhere for that matter.

"I guess I could do a lot of flying back and forth. Maybe once a month or something. We can make it work."

Brandon continued to stare at her, but she wasn't looking at him. His mind immediately started thinking that maybe she hadn't planned on continuing their relationship after she left. He pulled at his collar; it seemed to be getting tighter. He was trying to keep his mind from imagining the worst, but it was failing.

"So, what do you mean you 'guess' you can do a lot of flying back and forth? Are you not sure or something?"

Sienna looked up at him. "No, that's not what I meant, I just mean, that whatever it takes, I can make it work."

Brandon relaxed. "Okay. Thought you were trying to throw me overboard for a minute."




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 07



Sienna smiled at him, but she didn't like this topic of conversation. Luckily the waiter came back just in time to take their order.

"So, what can I get for you this evening," he asked.

"Um, I'll take the Chicken Marsala, but no mushrooms, just that gravy shit," Brandon said, passing him his menu.

Sienna giggled. "I'll just have the fettuccini and a side garden salad with the house dressing. Thanks," she said.

"Hey, are you still going to study business management at Spelman?"

"Oh, I don't know. We'll see. I really like literature and creative writing though, so maybe I'll do something there. Plus, business management requires advanced math classes, and I suck at math."

Brandon chuckled. "Yeah, I remember. You were too funny when I was trying to tutor you on the fucking number theory and integers. You were pissing me off so bad that day."

"It was boring as hell, and you looked fine as hell. How did you expect me to concentrate?" Sienna playfully whined.

"So business is probably out then, huh?"

"Probably."

"Well I'm glad you finally grew out of your phase of wanting to be an actress," Brandon said.

"What makes you think I still don't want to be?" Sienna asked, smiling at him.

"Because, that's just not going to happen. You think I'm going to set you loose in Los Angeles, to be hugging and kissing all over these fucking guys in a movie? Hell no."

Sienna rolled her eyes and smiled. "Well, that's why they call it acting, BT."

"Yeah, well I won't be acting when I beat their ass."

Sienna laughed out loud. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that violence doesn't solve problems?"

Brandon thought about it for a moment, "No, but I'm sure the person who came up with that, got their ass kicked on a regular basis."

She laughed again. Brandon loved hearing her laugh. The way she threw her head back and closed her eyes when something was really funny to her. He made her laugh so hard one time, that she couldn't speak for a minute straight. He would love to spend the rest of his life listening to that musical laugh.

For Sienna, this was like a dream come true. She had obsessed over and worshiped Brandon for ten damn years. Her prince charming, and she was finally with him and having a wonderful date. She started feeling sentimental.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Okay, I don't know what kind of power you have over me that makes me divulge embarrassing things about myself, but I feel like telling you this one thing."

Brandon leaned back in his chair. "Alright."

"Okay, don't laugh at me though, but remember the night we first met? I was eight, remember?"

"Yeah, of course. You ran into me."

"Um, no, you ran into me," she teased. "But anyway, later that night...oh, this is so embarrassing. Okay, later that night, I wrote my name with your last name over and over on a piece of paper. Sienna Rose Temple. Even at school, I signed my papers like that, and my teachers would get sooo pissed at me," Sienna laughed, while covering her face.

She expected to hear Brandon's laugh mingle with hers, but he was silent. When she removed her hand from her eyes, she saw him staring out of the window.

Did she say something wrong? She ran back over in her head what she had said, but she didn't think she had said anything awful.

But before she could question it further, the waiter brought their food. She quickly looked down at her plate and began eating through the awkward silence.

"Sienna," she heard him say. She looked up and he was staring at her.

"Yes?"

"In the near future, would you like to have my last name for real?"

Sienna almost choked on her salad. She began coughing and had to quickly drink her water. Smooth, really smooth, she thought.

She looked back at Brandon. His intense stare was causing her to lose her train of thought. Was he asking her...? Oh God, don't start crying like a loser. Don't. It's not like he was asking her to marry him right then, but still... Sienna tried to think of some cool profound answer to give him. Something that will knock his socks off, and take his breath away for a change.

"Yes," she quietly answered. So much for profound impressing reply.

Brandon nodded his head and began eating. Sienna couldn't eat if her life depended on it. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Or maybe that was the baby making her sick again, but either way, she just wanted to shout to the world how amazing he was. Her arms felt like putty and her mind was spinning. 

After he finished eating, Brandon stood up and grabbed Sienna's hand. He led her to an open space near the house band and twirled her around.

"Brandon! No one else is dancing," Sienna whispered, as she looked around at the customers, who had stopped eating, to watch them.

"Like I care," he whispered back to her, as he pulled her in close and the two began to slow dance. 

Sienna looked up at him and wished this night would never end. 

"I love you," she said, as she leaned her head against his chest.

"I love you, more," he said, as he kissed the top of her head.

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

Later that night, Brandon and Sienna lay in bed together after another exhausting, yet unbelievably satisfying night of lovemaking. Both of them were worn out. But Sienna's mind was still very much awake.

"Brandon?" Sienna asked, while rubbing his back.

"Yeah?" he said into the pillow.

"Do you have any baby pictures?"

"What?"

"You know, pictures of you when you were a baby."

Brandon turned over and looked up at her. He was so fucking sleepy, but he was trying to figure out where this was going.

"No, why?"

"I just wanted to see you as a little boy."

"Oh. No, I don't have any," he said closing his eyes and laying his head back down.

"Why not?" Sienna asked.

"Because no one ever took any," he replied, while burying his face further into the pillow.

She knew he was tired, but her mind was going a hundred miles a minute. There were so many things she was thinking about at that moment.

"Not even one?"

He turned over and looked at her again, his eyes half closed. "If my mom has any, great, but I don't know where she is, so it doesn't matter. And my aunt and uncle would probably rather forget I even existed, and the feeling is mutual, so none there either."

That halted all of Sienna's thoughts. "Oh God, that's so sad!" she said, hugging him.

Brandon laughed, "Well damn, don't make me feel bad about it."

Sienna couldn't imagine what that must be like to not have anything from your childhood. But maybe it would only be a painful reminder to him. Her father's house was littered with pictures of her when she was a newborn, toddler, and every other age. Her high school graduation picture sat on her father's desk now. And Brandon had the same one tucked in the frame of the bedroom mirror. 

She imagined what Brandon would have looked like as a kid. What their child could look like. Brandon's skin was naturally more pale than it was now, but due to summer, he inherited a light beautiful tan. She ran her fingers over his dark brown hair, which lightened with the change in the seasons. He was 6'3, body that resembled the Adonis, a face like an Abercrombie Model with striking green eyes. How could their child NOT be beautiful? 

But she was jumping too far ahead. She still wasn't even sure if she was going to have the baby. But in the end, she finally drifted off to sleep with the image of a gorgeous baby boy in her head.

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

The next morning, Brandon was outside washing off his Jeep. For the life of him, he didn't know why he had chosen black. Shit gets so dirty too easily. He was spraying it off, when Sienna came out of the house.

She was wearing a cute little light blue dress. Jesus, how many dresses did this girl own? And he'd be damned if each one of them didn't give him a hard on.

She plopped down on the steps and leaned back. Brandon contemplated spraying her with the hose, but she looked too damn beautiful to violate. Instead he smiled at her and continued washing the Jeep.

Sienna couldn't hide the lust in her eyes. He was wearing a pair of loose dark blue cargo shorts that came to his knees and a pair of low cut sneakers. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his body was banging. She could still see the light black and blue marks from their last mission, but with his toned abs and tight chest, she didn't give a damn. She was already feeling like a female cat in heat.

"Want me to put on my bikini and wash it for you?" she offered.

"Fuck, would you?" Brandon asked, smiling at her. "I'll go grab my camera."

Sienna laughed. She knew she was being devilish, but she couldn't help herself.

"Hey Brandon," she called out.

He turned to look at her again as she slowly spread her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties, and he had a straight upskirt shot of her beautiful smooth pussy. 

He lowered the hose in front of his shorts as the water continued to shoot out. Sienna giggled at the position of the hose and the hunger burning in Brandon's eyes. 

She slowly strolled over to him and pulled the hose out of his hand and dropped it. She pushed him up against the Jeep door and dropped to her knees. She removed his rigid cock from his shorts and began licking and sucking the head.

Brandon leaned his head back and moaned. He felt her grab his balls and massage them as she took more of him into her mouth. 

He tightly gripped her head and stared down at her. "Hey, look at me," he commanded.

She looked up into his face with those huge sexy, soulful eyes and dark long eyelashes, while his hard dick was buried in her mouth. She continued to please him as he watched himself disappear between those full sensuous lips. 

"Ugh, fuck Sienna," he whispered as he felt his balls tighten. Shit, he was about to explode.

Sienna quickly worked her mouth over his dick until she felt the first wave of come spray her tongue. She continued to suck on him as she swallowed the salty delicious taste of his seed.

When she was done, she got up, wiped the last little bit of his pearly liquid that was on her lips into her mouth and tried to turn and walk away.

"Oh, not so fast," he breathed heavily, as he roughly grabbed her and opened the Jeep door. He forced her down, so that she was bent over the front seat, while her feet were still touching the ground. Brandon slid her legs apart with his foot. He raised the back of her dress and bent down between her legs.

Brandon stuck his middle finger in his mouth and wet it. He then eagerly licked her sweet center as he slowly inserted his finger into her tight ass.

"Aah, oh shit!" Sienna squealed, as she felt an extraordinary and bizarre tingle moving up her legs and to her pussy. Oh, this was a new sensation. She lost her breath. She felt his tongue plunging in and out of her pussy while his finger penetrated her other hole.

"Oh, God!!" she gasped as she began coming. That was the fastest it had ever happened. She couldn't comprehend what was happening to her body at this moment. 

Brandon stood up and pulled his shorts down. Sienna couldn't move. Her legs felt like jello. She prayed his neighbors couldn't see, but something told her that Brandon wouldn't really care.

She felt his dick resting at the entry to her vagina as he mounted her. He thrust hard and deep into her. From her angle, she couldn't see much. Just the pedals on the floor of the Jeep as she was pushed further and further into the seat. She felt her own juices trickle down her legs.

Brandon knew this was going to be quick. He was fucking her fast and hard, and was ready to come inside her. He placed her arms behind her back and held them there while he continued to assault her tender pussy. And the thought that someone could walk by them in this position, turned him on even more.

Sienna loved it when Brandon got rough and dominant. She lost count of the orgasms she was having. They were just running into the next. She was panting and grunting while the sound of his body slapping into her ass loudly invaded the quiet neighborhood. 

Brandon quickened his thrusts as he came inside her. When he was done, he fell over onto her back. 

"Damn, baby," he whispered into her ear as they both laid there breathing hard. 

After their hot and dirty escapade in the Jeep, they decided to shower off together. 

"Brandon, will you go to my father's birthday party on Saturday?" Sienna asked him while she was washing his back.

Brandon turned around and stared down at her. Fuck, he had forgotten about that.

"Sienna, I don't think that's a good idea."

"I'll warn him ahead of time. I think it's good for you to go and show no hard feelings."

"But there ARE hard feelings, that's kinda the point," he said, as he turned back around to continue washing his hair.

"Please, for me?" she pleaded while placing her arms around his waist.

Brandon sighed. He really didn't want to go. Commander Branson had already made it perfectly clear that he didn't want Brandon back in his home ever again. But for Sienna, he would try it, no matter how disastrous he figured it might be.

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Brandon turned off the engine and laid his head on the steering wheel. Sienna rubbed his back.

"Come on, baby. It will be fine. There will be other people there that will keep you busy. And Darren will be here. You don't have to talk to my dad if you don't want to. I mean, you signed his birthday card, right?" Sienna offered, hopeful.

Brandon didn't think he could do it. Already half of the people in that house disapproved of his relationship with Sienna and the other half probably disapproved of his feud with the Commander. He really didn't know why he was here. If one person said the wrong thing to him, he was going to lose it.

And what was worse, is that he had planned on throwing the Commander's 50th birthday party. He had never wanted to do sentimental shit like that before, but Jackson was like his father. Was, being the key word.

"Are you sure he knows I'm coming?" Brandon turned to her with his head still resting on the steering wheel.

Sienna bit her bottom lip. She had never actually gotten around to informing her father that Brandon was coming. She had meant to, but then she was side-tracked with the state of her condition. Yet another thing she hadn't told him or her father. 

The front door opened and Lori came skipping out. Brandon and Sienna collectively blew a sigh of relief.

Lori walked over to Sienna's door. "You know, the party is inside, right?" she asked, with a grin. She looked over at Brandon. "And you look a little pale there, sir," she said, making fun of him. Brandon stuck his middle finger up at her, "You know what you can do with that, right?" he asked.

Lori laughed and pulled Sienna's door open. She tried to help her out of the car, but Sienna swatted at her hands and nervously stared back at Brandon.

"Stop it, before you give me away," she whispered to Lori.

"You two go ahead, I'll be inside in just a minute," Brandon said as he laid his head back against the head rest.

"You sure BT, I can wait on you," Sienna suggested.

"No baby, go ahead. I just need a moment to myself."

Lori started pulling Sienna's arm, and reluctantly she followed. She was worried about him, but she turned and entered the house.

Once inside, she immediately came in contact with several of her dad's friends and Navy personnel. After greeting different people, she escaped to the kitchen and saw Darren standing against the counter with his date.

"Hey, gorgeous," Darren said, while his date glanced at him with an evil eye.

"Hi Darren," she said, while turning to the woman waiting for Darren to introduce them.

"Oh, this is Tasha," he said, getting the hint.

"Hi Tasha, hope you're enjoying the party," Sienna tried to offer as condolence for Darren's rude greeting.

"Yes, I am. So it's your dad's party?" Tasha asked.

"Yep. The big 5-0."

Sienna really wasn't in the mood to deal with any of this. Plus she felt dizzy again. She excused herself from the couple and walked outside into the backyard where the party was taking place.

She spotted her father over by the grill talking to LT. Dennison. She liked Nick. He always seemed so serious though. Her father saw her walking toward him. She noticed that he tensed for a second, but then smiled and waved.

"Hey daddy. Happy birthday," she said to him while delivering him a big hug.

"Thanks baby. I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure if you would or not, but I'm glad you did," Jackson said, as he hugged her back and kissed the top of her head.

That hurt Sienna. For her own father to think she wouldn't come to his birthday party. She had to get this thing with he and Brandon resolved. The two most important people in her life couldn't stand each other, and that was a source of a lot of her stress.

Brandon felt ill. He wanted to be anywhere in the world except right here. But he eventually got out and walked inside. There were only a handful of people in the house, which is where he preferred to stay. He figured everyone else was in the back yard. A yard he had helped with the landscaping two summers ago.

He noticed Darren walking toward him. Thank God.

"Damn man, you look bad," Darren told him as he looked him up and down.

"Thanks," Brandon replied, looking around him.

"He's in the backyard," Darren said, knowing who Brandon was searching for. 

"Man up," Darren said while patting him on the back and pushing him towards the deck doors.

When Brandon and Darren walked out into the backyard, for the briefest of moments, everyone was silent. The chatter started back up instantly, and Brandon assumed it was about him. Fuck, he needed a drink.

He scanned the back yard looking for Sienna. He spotted her by her father and the LT. They had both stopped talking to look at him. Brandon quickly looked away and went to tag along with Darren as he entertained a new group. 

Chris considered himself a reasonable person. He had always remained calm and tried his best to be fair in all situations. BUT, he knew that Brandon's presence was causing the Commander's party to become awkward. Chris wanted him to leave. Maybe more so for his own personal reasons, but he felt that Brandon didn't belong here.

Plus, he was little more on edge than he normally would be after finding out about Sienna's pregnancy. He was sure that Brandon was over the moon about it, since that now meant she wouldn't be leaving for school. Well, fuck that!

He got up from his chair and started making his way over toward Brandon. 

Sienna noticed out of the corner of her eye, Chris easing closer and closer to Brandon and Darren. She tried to listen to what her father was saying, but her eyes kept drifting towards what was unfolding.

Chris stepped up directly behind Brandon and tapped him on the shoulder. Brandon slowly turned around, narrowing his eyes at him and frowning. Chris swallowed hard at that moment. He didn't really know what he was going to say, but he felt someone should confront the pink elephant in the room.

"What?" Brandon asked him.

"So, when does Sienna leave for Spelman?" Chris asked. He had no idea where the direction of this conversation would be going.

"She's over there, why don't you ask her?" Brandon retorted, and turned back around.

"Because, I'm asking you," Chris countered.

Darren's eyes widened. Brandon slowly spun back around with a confused look on his face.

"Chris, that's your name, right? What the fuck do you want?" he asked heatedly.

"School is important to her. And I don't want her throwing it away. Maybe you can persuade her not to."

Brandon squared his shoulders with Chris, "Maybe you can mind your own fucking business."

Darren started scooting in between them. "Hey, it's the Commander's party. Let's keep it friendly. Chris, why don't you see if they are ready to eat now, okay?" he said, trying to make peace, while giving Chris a stern look.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 07



Sienna and Jackson ceased their conversation to see what the commotion was over by Brandon's group. Sienna started making her way towards them, and Jackson followed.

Chris ignored Darren's warning look. He wasn't going to let Brandon go that easy. "I just think that she should make the right decision regarding her future."

Brandon was trying his best to keep it together. He was barely holding on, due to the situation with the Commander, Sienna leaving to attend school, and a million other thoughts floating around in his head. He really didn't feel like dealing with this kid's bullshit right now. 

Sienna reached the crowd, "What's going on?" she asked, standing beside Brandon and taking his hand in hers. Brandon's hand squeezed hers tightly. She knew he was trying to calm his temper. She looked up at her dad standing beside Chris. He was also staring at Brandon. Shit.

She really didn't want this to turn ugly in front of her father's friends and colleagues. But she knew Brandon wanted to punch Chris. Hard. What the hell had Chris said to make him so upset?

Chris turned in Sienna's direction. He was aware of the fact that the murmurs had died down, and everyone was silently watching them.

"I, um, Sienna, I just wanted to make sure that you were making the right decisions for yourself regarding school," Chris nervously stated.

"That's none of your business!" Sienna hissed at him, her own temper flaring.

"I know, but I care about you and your father, and I know in your circumstance you might make irrational decisions. Actually, especially in your situation."

Sienna's eyes widened. Her mouth almost dropped. How did he know? Please God, don't let him say anything!

"Chris, don't..." She trailed off, trying her best for Chris to pick up on her signals.

Chris ignored her. He stared right at Brandon, "We both know that when she has the baby, she won't ever leave to pursue her studies. And I'd like to prevent that, and I'm sure you would too."

Sienna froze. Everything around her began to move in slow motion. She couldn't move, she couldn't talk. She could only stare straight at Chris with anxious eyes. 

Chris noticed two new things in that moment. Brandon's pissed off expression was wiped clean, replaced by a look of utter shock. And he also took in Sienna's wide frightened eyes starting to glass over. The light bulb clicked, and he realized then that she hadn't told them. Probably any of them. Fucking hell, he was the world's biggest idiot!

Jackson glanced down at his daughter, and saw in her tearful eyes that what Chris had just divulged was confirmed. Damn.

Jackson turned and walked past everyone, and entered the house, slamming the door behind him in the process.

"Daddy, wait, I..." Sienna tried to yell, following her dad, when Brandon pulled her back to him. He stared down at her, but didn't say anything.

Sienna knew he would be pissed, but she shrugged him off and ran into the house after her father. She found him in his study looking out of the window, his back tense and arms braced against the frame.

"Daddy?" she whispered. He didn't turn around.

"Goddamn it, Sienna. Are you so set on ending up like HER? Over a fucking man," Jackson muttered to himself, shaking his head.

"Daddy, I--," Sienna started, but stopped when she heard Brandon enter.

"Sienna, let's go. I have to talk to you now," he said. His tone was clipped and cold.

"Sienna, you don't have to move from that spot," Jackson returned, spinning around to face Brandon.

At that moment, Darren and Lori came rushing into the study. Darren took in the scene unfolding before him. He hated to see them squaring off like this. He knew this was killing Brandon. Brandon used to tell him all the time when they were younger different things that the Commander had passed on to him. Rules to live by and just tid bits that a father would impart upon a son. And Brandon would report them back to him as if it were the Gospel. He stared between the two of them now, not believing that it had come to this.

Brandon narrowed his eyes at the Commander as he grabbed Sienna's hand about to pull her away.

"Let. Go. Of her," Jackson quietly said. "She's MY child."

"And she's carrying MY child!" Brandon spat back at him.

Jackson opened his mouth, then closed it back. He had let one man come in between his family before, and that one took his wife. He would be DAMNED if another came in and took his daughter. This was going to end now!

"Darren, Lori and Sienna...you can leave. Brandon and I are going to handle this once and for all," Jackson said cooly, never removing his burning glare from Brandon.

"Daddy, that's not--" Sienna tried to get out, but Darren practically picked her up and pushed her and Lori out of the study.

Sienna stared at Brandon's back as it disappeared through the slit in the door. God, she felt so miserable at that moment. Her body felt like a thousand pounds had been piled on top of her.

Chris felt like an A class douchebag. He couldn't believe he had started this whole thing. He never thought for one second that Sienna would have kept this a secret from Brandon. If only he would have kept his fucking mouth shut.

He stood staring at the group of three huddled by the study doors. As soon as Sienna saw him cowering over in the corner, she walked up to him. He noticed the large tears brimming on her eyelids, threatening to slide down.

"Sienna, I'm so--" was all that left his mouth, before her hand came swinging across his face with a loud crack. His head snapped to the side and his cheek immediately began to sting.

"Don't you ever talk to me again!" Sienna yelled at him. She turned on her heels and joined the group again.

Chris looked over at Lori. She had a forgiving look on her face as she shrugged her shoulders. Darren was also staring at him like he wanted to do the same thing Sienna had just done, but worse.

Shit, maybe it was time for him to go home, now that he had made a mess of things. Chris slowly walked up the stairs to the guest room and began packing.

Jackson stared at the young man before him. So much had changed about Brandon, yet so much had stayed the same. He remembered when he had patience with him and would talk to him through his problems. Perhaps that is what needed to happen now. The two of them shared a common bond in his daughter, and they both knew that this was causing Sienna a great amount of pain. He loved her much more than he loved his pride.

"Have a seat," Jackson said, while going to sit behind his desk.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, but then sat down.

Jackson sighed, and tapped his fingers on his desk. "Brandon, you have to understand where I'm coming from. A little over two and half months ago my daughter was turning 18, she was living at home with me and we had a great relationship. She was heading to Spelman in the fall and only had an innocent crush on you. Now she's moved out, hates me, pregnant and obviously not going to Spelman and her sex life with you has been the hushed topic of conversation on the base. So you have to understand, this has all thrown me so quickly."

Brandon leaned back in his chair. He was trying his best to take in what the Commander had said and see his point of view. But Brandon no longer wanted to argue with him. He was going to lay it all out on the table, and see where that placed their relationship. 

"Sir, I don't really know what to tell you other than I love her. More than anything in my life. I would do anything for her. And I'm sorry that everything has turned out this way. It was never my intentions. And I tried to stay away from her, sir. I really did. But it didn't work, and now I can't be without her. And I'm sorry this was done behind your back. I really was going to sit down and have a man to man discussion with you, but I'm guessing you found out before I could."

Jackson listened carefully as Brandon spoke. This was all information he should have listened to first before he went on a crusade against him and banning him from his house and his daughter's life.

"Brandon, I just want her to have the best life possible. One very different from her mother's," Jackson said quietly.

"I know you think I'm trying to take her away from you, but I'm not. She loves you and you have no idea how this is killing her. She's not her mother, sir. I spent more than half my life trying to push people away, because it was easier than having them leave me. Because I knew they would eventually. They all did. Abandonment is a feeling you just don't shake once it's happened to you. So I know how you feel, sir, considering that's exactly what her mom did. But the way I look at it is, you wouldn't be losing a daughter, you'd be gaining a 'sorta' son and grandchild.

Jackson looked up at Brandon when he made his last statement. Jackson had never really thought of that. He was surprised how quickly that put his mind at ease. He would love to welcome his 'son' back into his life. And a grandchild? Man, this was all happening so fast. But then he thought about the fact that Brandon's look of shock outside mirrored his own.

"Did you know?" Jackson asked.

Brandon shook his head. "No fucking clue, sir. But can I ask your permission to find that Chris kid and punch him in his fucking face?"

Jackson chuckled, "Well, I have to return him in one piece to my friend, so probably best to leave him alone."

Brandon stood. "So sir, is everything okay between us? If I come back over here, you won't call Shore Patrol on me, right?" he joked.

Jackson thought about it. "Yes, if you promise not to break my door again.'

Brandon lowered his head and laughed. "Fuck, sorry about that sir. I swear to God, I barely remember doing it."

Jackson smiled up at him. "That's alright. I'm going to be adding a pool to the backyard next year. You stop by and help every now and then and keep me company...and we'll call it even."

Brandon smiled, and shook the Commander's hand. "Deal."

As Brandon turned to leave, Jackson called his name.

"Yes, sir?"

"May you have a healthy, beautiful baby—girl," Jackson said with a knowing grin.

Brandon wiped his hand over his face and groaned. A girl? Oh fuck no. He probably really would then go to jail later in life. He gave the Commander a weak smile and then walked out.

Sienna, Lori and Darren, all had their ears plastered to the door when Brandon opened it and walked out, but the thick oak door hindered any conversation they could have overheard. Darren had tried to listen out for any punches being thrown and furniture being pushed, but luckily, it seemed it hadn't come to that.

Sienna tried to smile up at Brandon, but it quickly faded when she saw the expression on his face. He narrowed his emerald eyes at her. "Let's go," he barked, as he sped past them and out of the front door.

In the Jeep, Brandon hadn't uttered a word to her. He just kept speeding by everything. She knew it was only a short trip from her house to Brandon's, but he seemed to be taking a longer route. She turned to say something to him, anything to break this painful silence, but she looked at the hard set of his mouth and jaw, and she thought it best to close her mouth. She noticed that his knuckles were turning white from gripping the gear shift so tightly. Yes, it was best she not say a word.

After a few minutes of circling around his neighborhood, Brandon pulled into a large empty parking lot behind a shopping center. He parked the Jeep, removed the keys and got out.

Brandon was trying his best to keep it together. He didn't know what he felt at the moment. He was shocked and ecstatic about the news of his baby, but on the other hand he was beyond pissed off because she had apparently told others about it, including that Chris asshole, but had failed to mention it to him.

He placed his hands behind his head and blew. Counting backwards was definitely not going to work this time. 

He heard the Jeep door open and close and her high heeled sandals clicking on the pavement toward him. When he felt her right behind him, he turned around to greet her unsure eyes.

"So, you're pregnant."

"Yes."

"How far along?" he asked, lowering his gaze to her midsection.

She placed both hands on her stomach by reflex, "8 weeks now."

Brandon jerked his head up. Two months. Two fucking months. "And how long have you known?" Sienna glanced over to the side of the building where a few employees were walking out laughing. She didn't want to look at him. She couldn't. "I found out the day after you left for your mission."

Brandon slowly shook his head. "So you've known for over two weeks now, and you never thought to tell me? I mean, you obviously found time to tell others. Just not me."

Sienna stared down at her feet. She was trying to scroll through her brain what her reasoning was for NOT telling him. But the only reason she had, she was scared to death to tell him that one. 

"Sienna, look at me," she heard him say. She glanced up. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Brandon, so much was going on. I was still trying to deal with it all, and I was worried about you being gone on assignment, and I was worried about my dad. Plus, trying to figure out the whole school thing, and--"

"Why--didn't--you--tell--me?" Brandon asked, cutting her off.

Sienna could feel the sweat beading above her brow. She was starting to feel sick again. But she had lied to him enough and now she wanted to be open with him, even if that meant he would hate her. God, she really didn't want to say it though. But she really didn't have a better excuse to give him. Her heart began to thump in her chest. Here goes...

"Because I--I, wasn't su--sure, um, I mean, I'm not sure if-if I'm keeping it," she said so low, she was sure Brandon couldn't hear her.

"What did you say?" Brandon asked, folding his arms across his chest and taking a step closer to her. He knew he couldn't have heard her right.

Sienna knew Brandon would never hit her, but she instinctively took a step back and looked up at him.

"I, uh, I'm not sure if I'm going to have the baby," Sienna repeated, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding.

Brandon's mouth dropped. He tried to say something, but no words came out. He glared at her for what felt like forever. But he didn't say anything. He just stared. After a few moments, his mind registered what that meant exactly.

"You weren't going to tell me at all?" he whispered to her, while his throat began closing on him.

Sienna saw all of the hurt she had just caused him on his face. His pained expression was killing her. He looked as though he had just been stabbed in the back. Like he had caught her red-handed with another lover or something. 

Sienna sighed. "If I got the abortion, no, I wasn't going to tell you. I'm so sorry Brandon."

Brandon stared at her again, his eyes pleading, praying that this was some sick, twisted joke. That she couldn't be that heartless. But after a few more minutes went by, he knew this was for real. He felt his chest tighten. He swore he was suffocating. He lightly rubbed his hand over his chest and stepped back. "Wow," was all he could think of to say. 

Sienna felt like shit. No, worse. She wanted to hug him and tell him that she was so sorry, but sorry just didn't seem to really cover it, judging by his reaction. He turned from her and marched back to the Jeep.

He didn't say a word to her on the way to his house. He didn't so much as glance in her direction.

When they got back, she got out, but before she could even say anything he backed the Jeep out of the driveway and tore out down the street. 

Sienna stood there, as she saw his Jeep disappear around the corner. Finally, the tears started pouring.

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Sienna was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at every dark line in the wood. She hadn't eaten or slept since she last spoke with Brandon. It was now 2:15 in the morning, and still no word from him. She was slowly driving herself crazy.

She had called his cell phone several times, but it would ring and ring and then force her to leave a message. After the seventh time she called, it no longer rang. Just went straight to voicemail. 

But now, it was so late, she couldn't take it anymore. She had to talk to him. She decided to call Darren. Her heart skipped a beat when he finally picked up. She could barely hear Darren above the noise in the background, but she got enough information to piece together exactly where they were. A small bar & grill on the outside of town called Sweeney's. 

Sienna tried to wait patiently in the driveway for Lori to come pick her up. She had gotten used to bumming rides off of Lori since her dad had taken her car when he first found about her relationship with Brandon. But now, it had just been sitting in her father's driveway, and she kept forgetting to bring it over to Brandon's.

"Do you want me to go in with you," Lori asked, as they pulled up at the dark dingy bar.

"No, I'm fine. I'll ride home with him."

When Sienna entered the bar, she immediately spotted Darren and Brandon. They were sitting at a booth in the back with another Seal she had seen at her father's birthday party earlier, and two women. Sienna's eyes lingered on the woman sitting next to Brandon. She was sitting a little too close and laughing loudly at something he was saying to her. Sienna's skin felt like it was crawling. 

She walked over to the booth with her head held high. She saw Brandon look up at her as she approached the group.

Brandon chugged down the last of his beer and chased it with a shot, then called the waiter back over to the table.

"Hey, we need another round for the whole table. Jack, this time," he said, as he slammed some money down.

Sienna could tell by the redness around his eyes, that he was getting shit faced. Completely. Which made her feel even worse about everything.

"Brandon, can I talk to you?" she tried to shout above the loud music.

"Well, I don't know Sienna, can you? I mean, can you really talk to me?" he retorted, while taking down another shot. 

Sienna glanced over at Darren, who was sitting on the other side of Brandon. He looked really uncomfortable. The woman who sat closest to Brandon, had dark brown hair, and a thin face with icy blue eyes. She was staring at Sienna with a bored expression, while she tapped her long fake fingernails on the table.

Sienna tried to ignore her. "Brandon, I really want to--"

Brandon slammed his hand down on the table again before Sienna could finish her sentence. "Okay, I want to take a quick little survey here. I'll start with you lovely ladies, um..what were your names again?" he asked, while smiling at the two drunk females.

Both of the women giggled and looked at each other, as if they were trying to remember their own names. The brown headed one spoke first. "I'm Lisa and she's Carrie. And you're BT," she squealed.

Brandon snapped his fingers, "That's right! Lisa and Carrie. Okay, I'll ask you girls first, then I'll ask my boys over here."

Lisa shook her hair back, and leaned in closer to Brandon, as she appeared to pay close attention to him.

"Okay...if you found out you were pregnant, would you tell your boyfriend? Let's say this boyfriend loved you more than anything! I mean this fucker is crazy about you! Pretty much already proposed to you. Would you consider sneaking off and having an abortion behind his back and not tell him?" Brandon said, as if he couldn't believe it.

Lisa immediately answered, "No, absolutely not. If I had a man like that, hell no. No real woman would." And she turned to sneer at Sienna. 

Sienna felt like her face was on fire.

"I don't think I would, but guess it just depends on the circumstances," Carrie chimed in. She didn't seem as enthusiastic as her friend.




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"Great answers. Okay gentlemen, you're up. Same situation...would you be pissed if your girlfriend who you are so fucking in love with thought about getting an abortion behind your back and not even tell you?"

John looked nervously at Sienna and then back at Brandon.

"Um, yes, I think I'd be pretty pissed." 

"Yep!" Brandon said, as he took another shot. "Okay Darren, you're up."

Darren stared at Brandon and then looked at Sienna. Her eyes were glassing over and she stood there so fragile and hurt, he felt himself getting angry.

"I'm not answering," he said, as he took a sip of his beer and stared over at the bar.

"Yes, you have to fucking answer."

"No I don't, and I'm not. It's none of my fucking business."

"Fuck it, we are 3 out of 4 at this table, and including my vote, that makes if 4 out of 5," Brandon said, while looking around the booth.

Then he glared up at Sienna. "Because I just wanted to make sure I'm not overreacting. You know, that I'm not a fucking lunatic to think that the woman I'm so fucking in love with could even think to do to that to me. Just checking."

Everyone at the table remained silent. The tense atmosphere caused Carrie to nervously snort, but then she quickly looked away. 

"But now that it's all been cleared up," he said, while kicking the chair at the end of the booth out toward Sienna, "take a load off."

Sienna stood there digging her nails into the palm of her hand. She was so hurt and embarrassed. She couldn't bear to look at the faces of the others crowding the booth, so she continued to stare at Brandon. She knew the second she blinked; they would all see a huge tear roll down her saddened face. She was trying her best to keep it together, but she was quickly losing that battle.

She wasn't sure what to do. Should she turn and walk out? Or stay, and fight through the tears and explain to him her thinking. Or just apologize? She opted for choice number one.

Sienna quickly turned and walked to the exit. As soon as she did the tears started cascading down her face. She felt her breath getting caught in her throat as she hiccupped a string of cries all the way outside into the parking lot. She had no ride, but she didn't even care about that right now.

She tried to cover her mouth to muffle her cries, but it didn't do much good. Her whole body was shaking from the momentum of each heaving breath. 

She felt someone grab her from behind, and for a moment she prayed it would be Brandon, but when she turned around, it was Darren.

She didn't mean to, but she grabbed him and buried her tear streaked face into his chest. He lightly hugged her back.

"Sienna, he's fucked up and hurting right now, okay," Darren tried to offer her, in a soothing voice.

"I'm--, I'm so—so sorry," Sienna choked out.

"Hey, he'll get over it, okay," he said.

"Ah, now that's a nice picture."

Darren and Sienna both turned to see Brandon walking out of the bar heading toward them.

"Darren, my man, always taking care of her for me," Brandon spat sarcastically, as he gave them a smile.

Darren let go of Sienna. "I'll head back in and let you two talk."

"No, stay, I'm sure Sienna would want you to," he said to Darren as he stared at Sienna.

"Oh man," Darren muttered to himself. He knew where this was going. Fuck, he knew he shouldn't have come outside to follow her, but he wanted to make sure she was okay. 

"I mean, she tells you more than she tells me. Maybe you have some new info for me. Did you know she was pregnant?"

"No," Darren answered.

Brandon stood there staring back and forth between the two. He couldn't begin to tell them how much pain he was in now. This was worse than anything he had ever felt in his life. His mind was spinning in several different directions at the moment. He wanted her to feel as much hurt as he had.

"Brandon, can we go home and talk about it, please?" she asked him in a small voice.

Brandon felt crazy at the moment. A small grin made its way to the corner of his mouth. "If we went home together right now, what would you do for me to make up for being a lying bitch?"

"Hey," Darren said. Brandon ignored him.

"Seriously, what would you do for my forgiveness right now? I can think of a few things. None of them too pleasant for you, but I would enjoy it. Come on, I'm sure you can think of something. You offered sex to me last time you lied to me, so don't act like it's something new."

Sienna quickly glanced at Darren and lowered her head. She didn't want to do this in front of him. 

"BT, come on man," Darren said, trying to stop this attack on Sienna's character.

"Nah, you should see this girl in action. Come on Sienna, tell me how you would fuck me to make up for being deceitful."

Sienna couldn't believe what he was saying. She had never been more humiliated than she was right now. Brandon usually protected her from people saying things like this, but now he was saying them. She felt so confused and hurt. She didn't know what to do. So she stood there, biting her lip and wiping at her tears.

Brandon shook his head and pulled his keys out of his pocket. He knew he had crossed the line, but whatever. He wanted to. To make her feel like shit, so she could join his club.

"You know what's crazy? There isn't a single Goddamned person who shares the same blood as me that gives a shit about me. Not one. And you know what, I'm okay with that. Whatever. But, I find out that I could have that, someone who's related to me who could actually care, and you want to take that away from me? The fact that the thought even crossed your mind NOT to tell me, is what fucking slays me," Brandon said.

Sienna felt the tears welling back up again. She couldn't feel any lower than she did right now.

"But you know what, it's your body, right? So fuck me," he said as he turned and walked toward his Jeep.

Darren and Sienna watched in silence as he sped off. Sienna turned and threw up on the ground. 

She felt so sick, but in her mind, she felt like she deserved it. Or worse.

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Hope you all enjoyed, and looks like it will be 8 chapters after all. Maybe even 9:-)

--Soular 



Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 08



"Sienna?" she heard Darren say behind her. She wiped her mouth and stood up. 

"Yes, oh, I'm okay. Funny, they call it morning sickness, even though it lasts all day sometimes," she said, with a weak laugh, which then faded into more tears. 

"Come on, I'll take you to your dad's," Darren replied, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her to his car. 

"No, I need to speak with Brandon," she whispered while buckling herself in. 

"Sienna, I don't think that's a good idea tonight. He's really fucked up. I mean, I know he won't do anything, but he might start saying some more shit that his ass is going to regret." 

"I can handle myself," she declared with shaky confidence, as she stared out of the window. 

Darren figured that was the end of the conversation. He exhaled as he pulled out and headed to Brandon's house against his better judgment. 

When they arrived at the house, Brandon's Jeep wasn't parked in the driveway. Sienna felt her heart deflate. She had been hoping he would have come back by now. She slowly exited the vehicle and turned to look at Darren. 

"Do you want me to wait with you until he comes?" Darren asked. 

She looked down the street and then back inside Darren's car. "No, I think that would just make everything worse." 

"Yeah, you're right. Well, call Lori or me if you need to leave, okay? I'll be here in a heartbeat." 

"Thank you, Darren," Sienna said and then turned to walk up the steps and sit down. 

Darren stared at her for a few moments, then shook his head and reluctantly drove off. He really didn't want to leave her there by herself, but figured his being there with her when Brandon returned, wouldn't be the best thing. Brandon knew Darren would never ever touch Sienna outside of a brotherly way, but when someone's been knee-walking drunk like Brandon, logic and reasoning sometimes fades away. 

Sienna felt her stomach growl, but she really didn't feel like eating. She was miserable, and the thought that she had wounded Brandon the way she had made both her head and her heart ache. She just wanted things to go back to the way they were last week, before her lie surfaced. She sat there gazing out into the front yard, growing more wary by the minute. 

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Brandon didn't know where the fuck he was going. His mind wouldn't let him focus. His heart hurt and every muscle in his body seemed tense. Had she really planned on not telling him if she was going to get an abortion? He still thought it was some sick joke. He couldn't fathom that she would do that to him. 

It was now 3:45 in the morning, and his body was rapidly starting to give out. He was beyond frazzled. He couldn't believe this day. And most of all he wanted to kick Chris's sorry ass. In his opinion, that fucker caused all of this! 

When his brain could no longer function with simple tasks like accelerate and brake, he knew it was time to go home and hit the sack. He finally turned his Jeep around. He was praying that Sienna had gone to Lori's or her dad's house, because he couldn't deal with her right now. He knew he'd never physically attack her, but he was afraid of what he would say to her. He seemed to always say too much, and Sienna didn't say enough. 

Brandon knew he was fucking ripped out of his mind. Why did she always cause him to try to drown his sorrows? He had not done that since he lived in Boston and hated his very existence, and even then, he had been a teenager. But now he'd gotten shit-faced two times in the past two months over her! 

When he pulled up to his house he saw her sitting on the steps. Shit. He wasn't prepared for round two just yet. 

Sienna's heart leapt when she saw him drive up. When he parked, she could see him through the windshield. She noticed him lean his head back on the headrest and wipe his hand down his face. She then saw him pull out his pack of cigarettes, the one he kept under the sun visor. She saw him open it and tap one cigarette out, then put it between his lips. He didn't light it, but instead just stared back at her. Then he jerked the cigarette out of his mouth and placed it back in the package. 

'Might as well get it over with,' Brandon thought to himself. He finally got out and walked up the steps past her without saying a word. He turned on the lights and placed his keys on top of the TV. Sienna followed him in and stood by the door. If he could just make it to the bed now, and pass out, he'd be fine. But then she began talking. Fuck.

"Brandon...I know you don't want to talk to me right now, and I understand that, but I just want you to know I never said I was actually getting an abortion. I just said if I did I—I um, I hadn't planned on telling you." 

Brandon continued to ignore her presence. He needed some fucking Tylenol and a good night's sleep. He just didn't want to deal with this shit right now.

"I'm so sorry, if--" 

Brandon cut her off. "I don't want your fucking apology right now, okay?" he said, as he made his way to the bedroom. God, she was making his head swim. 

Sienna needed him to see her point of view. She needed him to understand her reasoning. She didn't want him to think she was a cold-hearted monster. She knew she shouldn't have pushed him, but she couldn't help herself. She followed him to the back and cornered him in the bedroom. 

Brandon had removed his shirt and was in the process of turning the sheets down when she entered. He felt her eyes on him and finally decided to look up. She stood there with her bottom lip tucked gently between her teeth. Her eyes were wide and unsure, but also seemed very weak looking. He hated this. He hated this feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just wanted to forget that yesterday—today---fuck, he couldn't even keep up with the days. But regardless, he just wanted this to be over. 

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked. 

No. Of course he didn't. But he couldn't verbalize that to her. A part of him still wanted her to hurt for hurting him. "Do whatever the fuck you want," he quickly replied as he sat on the edge of the bed about to remove his shoes. Brandon was quickly unraveling. He didn't feel well, and just being around her was making it worse. Why couldn't she just leave him the fuck alone for a few hours? Let him chill out and then they could have a normal conversation when he wasn't so fucked up. 

"Brandon, talk to me!" she cried to him.

Without another word, he stood up from the bed and searched for his shirt. He had to get the fuck out of here. He couldn't stand to see her hurting, but fuck if he could offer her any relief feeling the way he did. 

Sienna started to panic when she saw him getting dressed again. As he made his way over to her to leave the bedroom, she blocked him. She put her hands on his chest and looked up at him. "No, don't leave. I need to talk to you about this!" she yelled, as the tears began to brim over the edge of her eyelids.

Brandon could barely stand to see her like that, but he was losing it fast. "Fuck, you want to do this now, huh? Right fucking now? Fine, let's talk about it. It's not the fact that you were thinking about abortion that hurts me, although trust me, that does. It's the fact that you were never going to fucking tell me I had a kid. That's it! I can't believe you would do that to me!" he hollered out of frustration due to hurt, alcohol and lack of sleep. 

She stood there crying and blocking the door. She wouldn't budge.

"Sienna, move," was all he said to her while looking over her head. He was barely holding on. He was so close to giving into his feelings and just accepting her apology, but that would be too easy. To make up and forget that any of this had happened seemed so tempting, but pride was a bitch sometimes. 

"No!" 

That was it. The last thin strand of his sanity broke. 

"Do you understand that I don't have anything to say to your right now? Do you fucking get that?! You broke my fucking heart, can you not understand that?! And I can't deal with this bullshit right now so PLEASE...just leave me the hell alone for a few minutes!!" he screamed, as he picked her up and removed her from the door frame. 

Sienna grabbed a hold of his shirt to keep him from leaving but he pried her hands from it and pulled away. By this point, Sienna was crying so hard, she could barely catch her breath and yell his name. God, she felt so weak. So pathetic. But she would gladly sacrifice any pride she had if it meant he would stay. 

Brandon quickly made his way down the hall and grabbed his keys. He heard her yelling his name, begging him to stay, but he didn't turn around. He wanted to so badly. To just turn around, pick her up and carry her into the bedroom and forget their problems. But too much had happened. Too much had been said. He had to get out of there. Now. He couldn't stand to watch her cry. To know that he was hurting her. He felt like an ass, but he knew if he stayed, it might escalate and become worse. She may not have felt it, but he was doing them both a favor. 

Sienna wilted in the hallway, tears streaming down her face as she heard his Jeep roar out of the driveway. Again. She felt like her heart was breaking into a million little pieces. Her head was pounding and her stomach was cramping. She slowly walked to the bed and fell down face first. She felt like she couldn't breathe. God, why hadn't she just told him? She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She laid there praying she could go to sleep and forget this day ever happened. But the sickening feeling in her stomach would not give her any peace. 

When sleep had failed her and she felt her body had no more tears to produce, she decided to get up and shower. Perhaps that would make her feel better. At first the hot stream of water felt good against her skin, but a few minutes later, she felt like her insides were tying into knots. Soon she was bending over and vomiting in the shower. She leaned against the shower door, and her stomach heaved again. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten, so she wasn't even sure how her body was able to generate anything for her to throw up. 

She finally gained enough energy to remove herself from the shower door and step out. She quickly changed into her nightgown and sat on the couch. She felt so horrible. She couldn't even think straight. Suddenly her stomach convulsed again and she made it to the sink just in time. 

Something wasn't right. She had felt bad before, but this was much different. It started scaring her. She knew he didn't want to talk to her, but she decided to call him anyway. 

"Brandon," she said weakly, leaving him a voice message, "I don't feel well, I think I need to go to the hospital because..." she dropped the cell phone. 

Everything on her body was weak and her stomach was killing her. She slowly reached down to pick up the phone when she heard his voicemail cut off. She felt wetness seeping between her legs, and she reached down to touch it. Blood. She immediately became frantic. She needed air. She needed to call 911. She slowly made it outdoors with her cell phone and began descending the steps when she noticed the driveway moving back and forth. She also noticed the trees swaying from side to side. She then felt her body shifting and then darkness. 

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

"Mmm, damn, boy," Lori breathed into Derek's ear as he continued to roughly kiss her neck. 

She was in the back seat of his car. 'A Mercedes,' she thought to herself. She had never fucked a guy in the back of a Mercedes, but she damn sure was going to give it a try. Derek pulled her shirt up and then reached around to undo her bra. 

Lori was glad she had Derek to take her mind off of her own guilt. She never dreamed Chris would confront BT like that. What, did he have a fucking death wish or something? She felt like she had caused all of this. She hoped Sienna and BT would make up and get over their problems. She felt bad leaving Sienna in the middle of all of this, but she was leaving for school. In two days, she'd be halfway across the country. 

Derek's tongue was working magic on her left nipple. His hand quickly made its way down to her warm pussy and jerked her panties aside. She couldn't wait to feel his smooth fingers sliding inside her—and then perhaps something a little larger. 

She was about to whisper naughty things in his ear, when she felt her phone vibrate. "Fuck!" It was probably her parents. They really needed to lighten up. She was an adult now and heading off to school soon, so they needed to quit with this curfew shit. 

She managed to pull her phone out of her purse, push Derek back and put a finger to her mouth to signal him to be quiet. 

"Yes, mom," Lori said, rolling her eyes. 

"Um, Miss Lori Walker?" the female voice asked. 

"Oh...who's this?" 

"Hi, my name is Carole and I'm calling regarding your friend, Sienna R. Branson. I'm assuming you're familiar with her?" 

Lori sat up in the car and opened the door. "Yes, who's this? Is something wrong?" 

"Well, Miss Walker, in Sienna's medical records, she had listed you as her main contact if something happened to her. She was rushed into our hospital, St. Michael's, a few minutes ago, and I just wanted to notify you." 

"What?! Is she okay?" Lori screamed, already starting to panic. 

"I'm not sure Miss Walker, the doctor is with her now. Do you know where we are located?" 

"Yeah, yes—um, oh God. I'll be right there," Lori stuttered and then shut her phone. Tears immediately sprang to the surface and cascaded down her cheeks. She didn't even know what was wrong, but to know that Sienna was sick or hurt and no one was with her, was more than Lori could bear. 

"Derek, take me to St. Michael's hospital!" she exclaimed, hopping out of the backseat of the car and into the front passenger side while pulling her clothes back on. 

Derek didn't know what the hell was going on, but he obeyed. 

On the car ride over to the hospital, Lori called several people. First, she tried Brandon. But he wasn't picking up the phone. She then tried Commander Branson and explained to him the situation. She could hear the panic in his voice, but he tried to remain calm. He quickly hung up with her to get into his car. She also called Darren. He picked up and after she explained what happened, he said he'd meet them there. 

Lori could barely wait for Derek to pull to a complete stop before she jumped out of the car and sprinted into the emergency room. 

She ran up to the front desk. "I'm here to see Sienna Branson." 

The receptionist took her precious time looking up Sienna's name in their database. "Okay, there she is. They've taken her upstairs to the maternity ward now. That's on the 6th floor. Take that—," Lori didn't wait for that slow bitch to finish her sentence before she jetted toward the elevator. 

Upstairs, Lori was directed to Sienna's room. She opened the door and found Sienna asleep. She had an IV hooked into her arm and a monitor by the side of her bed that kept beeping. Lori assumed that had something to do with her heart. She also had breathing tubes in her nose, and just that sight made Lori's tears flow again. She sat down in the chair and just stared over at her friend. Her sister in crime. She silently prayed she would be okay. 

Lori had only sat for a few moments before she heard Commander Branson's voice. He had a deep booming voice as she heard him fire off a bunch of questions regarding Sienna. He opened the door and immediately walked over to her. He rubbed her head and glanced over at the monitor. The doctor had entered with him followed by Chris. 

"Let's talk in the hallway. It's very important that she gets some rest now," the doctor told them. 

Jackson nodded and they all followed the doctor out. 

"So, what caused this?" Jackson asked calmly, although his stomach was in his throat and his heart was still pulsing a hundred miles a minute. 

"Well, I'm still running a few tests, but I believe it was caused by raised levels of Cortisol. It's our stress hormone, and it's not really a good thing for women expecting. Especially in their first trimester. Right now, she's just really tired. Apparently a neighbor who had been walking his dog, saw her passed out on the ground outside of her home, and immediately called the ambulance--" 

Lori gasped and started crying even harder. Jackson grabbed her around the shoulders as the doctor finished explaining Sienna's condition. 

"—but right now, since her body has released very high levels of the hormone, we're just trying to bring those down right now. Her regular physician is Dr. Carlson, and he's already been notified. But, as soon as I have more data to extract from, I'll let you guys know." 

Jackson noticed Darren lingering in the background on his cell phone. He figured with Lori and Darren both here, something was amiss with Brandon. 

"What about the baby, will it be okay?" Jackson asked, turning his attention back to the doctor. 

"Honestly, I won't know for sure until we do a few more tests. The first trimester is a tough one, and something like this could cause a miscarriage. It's much more likely now then it will be further down the road. But for right now, the most important thing for her and the baby is rest and NO major stress. I can't encourage that enough." 

Jackson shook the doctor's hand, thanked him and went back into Sienna's room and closed the door. 

Darren walked over to Lori and Chris and leaned against the wall. 

"She okay?" he asked. 

"They're still running tests, but at least they don't have her in ER," Lori answered, wiping at her nose. "I called BT, but he's not picking up. What happened? What's going on?" 

Darren stood staring out down the hall as he spoke. "They had a fight earlier this morning outside of the bar. I don't know anything after that. I took her over to his house, but he wasn't there when I left." 

Chris scoffed. He hadn't meant to do it so loudly, but he couldn't help himself. He was livid! Brandon was an asshole. He couldn't believe that he wasn't here with her. But on the other hand, Chris wondered if his slip up about her pregnancy yesterday caused her to stress out. That thought was killing him. 

Darren turned sharply in Chris's direction. "Do you have something to say?" he asked harshly. 

Chris glared at Darren and then turned and walked back into Sienna's room. He didn't understand why Darren was always defending that jerk. He had better not show up here a day late and a dollar short. Brandon didn't deserve someone as special as Sienna. He needed to take his psychotic, punk ass back to Boston as far as Chris was concerned. 

When Chris walked in, he saw the Commander leaning over Sienna. She was awake, but she looked so fragile. He wished they would remove those fucking tubes out of her nose. 

She slowly turned her head in his direction. Chris immediately wanted to retreat. He was sure he was the last person she wanted to see. But instead of an evil glare, she surprised him, and gave him a small smile. Chris's heart fluttered. Oh, he loved this girl. 

He walked over to her bed. "Don't worry, we'll get you back on your feet in no time," he said, while grabbing her hand and lightly squeezing it. 

Darren pulled out his cell phone again and walked down the hall, out of Lori's earshot. "BT, this is so fucked up, man. So fucked up!! You are going to regret this shit, dude. Seriously, pick up your fucking phone and get your ass here!" he said, and clicked the phone shut. 

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Brandon had turned his phone off after the first call from Sienna. He knew what she wanted, but he still wasn't ready to 'really' talk about it. And he also didn't want to hear Darren's 'you're overreacting' speech. He couldn't take that either. They just didn't understand how he felt at the moment. To hear those words leave her lips... 'If I got the abortion, no, I wasn't going to tell you'...he swore he didn't hear anything else past that. He felt his whole life changing with that simple declaration. In his mind, it translated to she didn't care enough about him. In his mind, she was saying he didn't matter that much. In his mind, he had become the poor troubled kid again who rich girls got off on sleeping with, but who didn't really give a shit about him.  




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 08



He knew she wasn't like them, but God he couldn't help but to think it the moment those words tumbled from her mouth. Fuck, he needed to get his shit together. He couldn't come undone like this every time he and Sienna argued. But she had this powerful effect on him that left him cut open and wounded by her actions...or lack thereof. Brandon realized in their relationship, he felt extreme highs and extreme lows. There seemed to be no in between. No middle ground. With their love, it was all or nothing. When it was good...oh, it was sooooo good. But when it was bad, it was soul destroying. He wanted to turn back around, but he felt he would be the biggest pussy if he did. And for her to know that she had him completely sprung, was too much for him. He wasn't ready to relinquish that power to her. Not yet. 

He had decided to head back to the bar. He was ready for another round of drinks. He wanted to get so fucked up and drown out every single negative thought. He realized that wasn't the mature or healthy way to handle his problems, but fuck if he had a better idea. 

When he reached the bar, it was closed. Fuck! He sat there in his Jeep staring at the place. Maybe he could crash at Darren's tonight. He started making his way over there. 

Finally, after a few more minutes, he decided to turn his cell phone back on to call Darren about crashing at his place. When he did, he noticed that there were 12 missed phone calls. One from Sienna, two from Lori, two from the Commander and seven from Darren. What the fuck? Before he could listen to them, his phone started vibrating again. It was Darren, so he opened it up. 

"Darren, I don't feel like dealing with this shit--" 

"Sienna's in the hospital," he heard Darren say. 

Brandon felt like his heart had stopped and his skin went cold. What?! 

"What?!" he repeated aloud into the phone. 

"She passed out over at your place and we're at St. Michaels now, 6th floor. We've all been trying to call you," Darren said, clearly agitated. 

Brandon sat there dumbfounded. This couldn't be happening. No way this is happening. He clicked the phone off. He couldn't hear anymore. He was going to be sick. He slammed his Jeep into gear and sped down the street. Everything was a blur for him at this moment. He couldn't think straight. 

When he arrived at the hospital, he parked in a no parking zone and jumped out. He darted to the elevators cursing the doors for taking so long to shut. The ride up seemed like it lasted an hour, and all the while, Brandon knew God was punishing him. 

When he got off on the 6th floor he turned to the left and then right trying to locate someone to direct him in the right place. He saw Darren leaning up against the wall with his head down. He felt sick. He walked over to Darren. 

"Where is she?" he whispered, already looking at the closed door beside Darren. 

Darren was just about to tell him when the Commander and Chris came out of the room and quickly shut the door back. That shook Brandon for a moment. Seeing Chris leaving her room before he even was able to see her. He ignored the burning in his scalp and was about to walk past them and enter when Jackson stopped him by placing his hand on his shoulder. 

"Brandon, she's resting right now, and she doesn't need any stress, okay?" he said lightly to the tense young man. 

No, they didn't understand. He HAD to see her. "Please sir, I just want to see her. Please, I won't stress her out!" Brandon pleaded. 

"Brandon, no. She needs her rest. You can see her later. She's okay right now, but I can't let you in there just yet. Alright?" 

"Commander, I promise, PLEASE, I won't bother her. I just want to see her, I won't say anything, please!" Brandon felt his entire body trembling. He was becoming short of breath. 

Jackson exhaled, "Brandon, let's all just go sit in the waiting room and let her sleep. When she wakes up and the doctor says it's okay, you can go in, okay?" 

Part of Brandon wanted to barrel past the Commander and enter the room anyway, but the other more responsible part wanted her to be okay above and beyond what he wanted. So, he conceded and followed the Commander to the waiting room. 

They were all sitting in the small maternity waiting room. Luckily they were the only group in there. Darren glanced around the room taking in the sad/tense atmosphere. Commander Branson sat back in his chair, in deep thought. Lori had almost cried herself to sleep, and was now desperately trying not to nod off. Chris was sitting beside Lori, opposite of Brandon and leering at him. And Brandon, he was a wreck. He had his hands pushed through his hair, with his elbows resting on his legs. His right leg was tapping up and down rapidly. God, Darren felt sorry for him. 

Brandon was silently freaking out. He was half praying, half begging for her to be okay. He was trying to run the last night and this morning's events over in his head through his drunken haze. Nothing like your heart being ripped out to sober you up. He felt so useless. He still didn't know what the hell had happened, but he had been too shaken up to even think to ask that logical question 

No one had said a word since they entered the room. Darren stared back over at Chris. He noticed that the kid kept giving the impression that he was going to say something, but then he'd close his mouth. 'That's right, he better keep his mouth closed in this situation,' Darren thought. 

But instead of Chris, it was Lori who spoke first. 

"Brandon?" 

Brandon looked up to find Lori and Chris staring at him. "Yeah," he croaked out weakly. 

"Did you two have an argument or something? Why was she there so late by herself?" Lori asked. 

Coming from anyone else, Brandon would have lost his shit right then. His body was tightly wound and he was just looking for an excuse to put all of his anger and frustration and sadness on someone else. But he knew Lori meant no harm by it. She really did want to know what happened. 

"I—we got into an argument, and I said some things I shouldn't have and then left," Brandon whispered, looking down toward the floor. 

Chris scoffed again and Brandon's head shot toward him. Chris noticed 

Brandon's eyes narrow. 

"Typical," Chris said under his breath. 

"What?" Brandon asked, leaning toward the edge of the couch. 

At first Chris looked away from Brandon, but he was itching to disclose what he felt everyone else was thinking. That's it, he was getting this off of his chest once and for all. 

"Okay, you know what, I will say it. You shouldn't have left her there by herself. Especially not in her fragile condition. Stress...that's what has her laying in there with tubes in her nose barely conscious--" 

"Chris, stop right now," Jackson warned. But Chris ignored him. He felt fire in his veins at that moment, and Brandon was going to fucking listen to him! 

"--and that stress is because of you! She's lying in there sick and hurting because of you! And the baby...may not even live...because-of-YOU!" Chris yelled out. 

Everyone in the room went silent. The only noise was a phone ringing in the distance. Darren's eyes widened and Lori was staring wildly at Chris with her mouth open. 

Chris gulped and glanced around the room. He was expecting the others to join in with him, but everyone was looking at him like he was crazy. 

Darren noticed Brandon's foot stopped tapping and he went completely still. Shit. Darren recognized that sign and it wasn't good. Of all the fucking times for this dumb kid to open his mouth... 

A second later, Lori jumped out of the way and screamed when Brandon launched for Chris and grabbed his throat, slamming him down on the couch. 

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!!" Brandon screamed at Chris while he tried to squeeze his hand around his throat. Darren was there in an instant pulling Brandon back. 

Jackson jumped up and grabbed Brandon also, trying to remove his body off of Chris, but Brandon wasn't letting go. 

"Brandon! Let go of him, now!" Jackson barked out. 

Brandon was still yelling at him even after they unclamped his vice grip from Chris's neck. "SAY ONE MORE THING TO ME, MOTHERFUCKER!! One more FUCKING word!!" Brandon shouted in the distance as the Commander and Darren half carried, half drug him out of the waiting room and down the hall to the closest bathroom. 

Chris quickly sat up from the couch, rubbing his neck and gasping for air. He couldn't believe that just happened. For a brief moment, he had thought he was going to die. 

He glanced over to Lori with wide eyes. She was staring at him with her eyes narrowed. "You know, you have the most unbelievably dumb fucking timing of anyone I've ever met," she said to him, and then walked out of the waiting room. 

In the bathroom, Brandon leaned over the sink, clutching it for support. He felt as though his entire body was in flames. He needed to see her. Speak to her and tell her that he was so fucking sorry for everything. Amazing how just a few hours ago, he didn't want to see her face, and now he was begging God to let him see that beautiful face one more time. 

"What happened to her?" he asked shakily, raising up from the sink. 

Jackson thought about how he was going to answer that. "Darren? Can you give me a moment with Brandon," he asked, and then turned back to Brandon when Darren walked out. 

Jackson felt Brandon needed to know the truth, without any type of sugar coating. 

"A neighbor found her lying on the ground outside of your house. She was passed out and bleeding. They aren't quite sure how long she had been lying there. Her weakened state is due to high stress. They believe she will be just fine, but they aren't so sure about the baby. Miscarriages are high during the first trimester and the baby is still a question mark," the Commander said, laying it all out there for Brandon. 

Jackson knew this last part would hurt, but he had to tell him. He needed to know. "She said she tried to call you first, but you wouldn't pick up. And then that's the last thing she remembered." 

Brandon stared blankly at the Commander as he leaned up against the wall. Years and years of pent up aggression, depression, self-loathing and every other emotion he had been harboring for 28 years finally came erupting to the surface like a volcano spilling out. In his mind, she could have died... 

Brandon Caleb Temple cracked. He couldn't take it anymore. 

He grabbed his face and burst into tears as he slid down to the floor. He felt like he was suffocating. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see past the flood of tears gushing from his eyes. 

Jackson knelt down on one knee beside Brandon. 

"I'm soo fucking sorryyy—so sorr—oh, God, please--," Brandon tried to get out, but tears stung his eyes and he could only communicate through every other breath due to his body shaking from his sobs. "Fuck, he-he's right. This is-is my fa-fault! Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered in a hoarse cry. 

Jackson leaned over and wrapped his arm around his 'son'. "Brandon," Jackson said, over the young man's cries, "You are going to learn from this, and you are going to grow from this. It might be the hardest lesson you've ever had to learn, but you will learn from it." 

Darren lightly tapped on the door and walked in, "Hey Commander, hate to bother you, but the doc is back. He wants to speak with you." 

Jackson patted Brandon's head and got up from the floor and walked out. Darren leaned against the far wall staring down at his broken friend. His heart went out to him. He felt that Brandon's worst enemy was always himself. 

"You okay, man?" he asked. 

Brandon sniffled. "No, not really," he answered honestly. 

Darren walked over to him and offered his hand and pulled him from the floor. 

When they walked out, they saw Lori standing beside Sienna's door. She turned to them and smiled. Brandon's heart leapt. He walked over to her. "What did the doctor say?" he asked anxiously. 

"She's fine and the baby's fine! Oh, God, I'm so happy. They said she just needs rest and no stress, and she should be fine in a day or so," Lori answered, smiling from ear to ear. 

Brandon placed his hand over his chest. He could finally breathe. He went to turn the door handle to Sienna's room, when Lori lightly grabbed his hand. Her smile faded. 

"BT, I'm...um, I'm sorry. We told her you were here, but Sienna thinks it's best if you don't see her right now." 

Brandon froze. She didn't want to see him? Oh, fuck, that hurt like a kick to the gut. He quickly removed his hand from the knob as if it burned and stared at the door. 

Brandon exhaled. "Okay, but she's alright now?" he asked again, just trying to reassure himself. 

"Yes, she's fine." 

Brandon continued staring at the door, and then at Lori. "I'll, uh, I'll go sit in the waiting room. Can you just tell her that I love her so much and I'm sorry," he said. 

"Yes, I'll tell her," Lori promised, as she opened the door and re-entered the room. 

Brandon went back into the waiting room and sat down. Maybe if he sat here long enough, she'd change her mind. And he didn't care how long that took, he would wait. 

Sienna just wanted to go home. She hated hospitals and she hated feeling so weak. Mentally and physically. But she was so happy that the baby was okay. That was all that mattered to her right now. She couldn't believe how much that had changed. Just a few days ago, she had considered an abortion, and now the thought of her not meeting this little creature caused her to panic. She glanced at her door, knowing that Brandon was out there. 

Although this would hurt her more than any pain she had probably felt in her life...it was time to step off of this rollercoaster. 

"Daddy," Sienna quietly said. 

"Yes, baby?" the Commander asked, getting up to stand beside her. 

"When can I go home?" 

"Tomorrow. The doctor said you're growing stronger by the hour, so tomorrow morning we can get you out of here." 

"Okay. Thank you," she said, not sure how to tell her father what else she was thinking. 

But the Commander knew his daughter. "What's wrong, Sienna?" he asked. 

She hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Daddy, do you mind if I move back in with you?" She knew tears were welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't help it. 

Jackson stared down at his daughter. "Baby, no need to ever ask me that. Of course you can." 

Sienna nodded and turned to look back at the door. This would be the hardest thing she ever had to do, but she was lying in a hospital and Brandon was so miserable, he couldn't even bear to be around her. Love wasn't supposed to leave you broken like this, was it? She no longer wanted to hurt him. And she figured he wouldn't want to hurt her anymore. Being apart, was the only option left for them to take. After an hour of trying to convince herself that she could do it, she finally drifted back to sleep. 

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

Brandon sat on his couch cloaked in misery. He had spent the night in the waiting room, only to have the Commander wake him up and say that he still couldn't see Sienna and it was best if he went home. 

At first he had protested, but Commander Branson had said it was for her own good, because they didn't want to add any extra stress. So Brandon conceded again. 

Earlier that morning when he had arrived back at his home, he checked his voicemail for the first time. The first message was from Sienna and listening to how weak she sounded and asking him to take her to the hospital fucking destroyed him. Could the ground open up and devour him? Please?! 

And about an hour ago, he had received a call from the Commander saying that he was stopping by to retrieve Sienna's belongings. She was moving out. Brandon was so confused. He wasn't sure where this left them. 

Brandon heard the Commander pull up to his house. He opened the door to greet him. Neither man said a word as they packed her clothes into her light pink suitcases. Brandon looked around the rest of the house picking up different artifacts of hers, each one chipping a little bit at his heart. He went to the bathroom and saw her red dress from the night of their first 'official' date lying behind the bathroom door. 

He wanted to break down and cry right then, but a man can only shed so many tears. And he'd shed a lifetimes worth in a day and a half. He quickly picked the dress up and threw it into his guest room. He would keep that as a souvenir of one of the best nights of his life. 

When they were done packing, Jackson turned to Brandon. He was so uncomfortable with being stuck in the middle of this, but he knew his daughter couldn't do it. 

"Um, Brandon, I need to speak with you." 

Brandon turned to look at the Commander. He had distressing look on his face. Oh, shit. Here it comes. 

"Well, Sienna wanted me to tell you that she thinks you and she need to be apart. And she's sorry she couldn't tell you personally, but the idea of talking to you on the phone, or even writing a letter was causing her to get upset...so I made her stop." 

Fuck. Brandon exhaled and nodded his head. He couldn't begin to express to anyone how he felt. Hell, he didn't even know how he felt. Was there a word to even describe his own personal hell that kept getting deeper and deeper? 

"Okay," was all he could say. 

Jackson stood there for a moment looking at Brandon. He looked much like he did when Jackson had first seen him. Empty eyes. 

"Brandon, perhaps you should continue going to counseling," Jackson suggested. 

Brandon shook his head, "No, doesn't really help someone as fucked up as me. And I don't like talking to strangers." 

"Well, what about me?" Jackson asked, before he really had a chance to think it through. 

"What?" 

"I'm not a stranger. I could come over here, two times a week or so, and we can shoot the shit. Plus, I'd enjoy spending more time with you like we used to do." 

Brandon couldn't believe the Commander was saying that. He wanted to be his shrink or whatever? Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea. He trusted the Commander more than anyone else. 

"Alright," Brandon said, not giving it much more thought. His mind was on Sienna. 

"Well, now that it's settled, I'll see you later this week," Jackson said, reaching over to shake his hand. Brandon shook his hand back, but the Commander held his longer and stared at him. "Brandon, remember what I told you years ago when you were training?" 

"You told me a lot of stuff, sir," Brandon quietly admitted. 

Jackson chuckled and let go of his hand. So he had. Sienna had been such a girl. She liked pink, played Barbie dolls and wore dresses all the time. Not a tomboyish thing about her. So, to talk about football, military and things that a father would tell a son, Jackson welcomed those opportunities with Brandon. 

"I guess I have told you a lot. But I also told you not to blame the world for what your mom, aunt and uncle did. They lost out on the chance to know an amazing young man. So don't let them hold you back, because you deserve better." 

"Yes sir, I remember you telling me that," Brandon answered. 

"Good. Now try to start believing it," Jackson said, as he turned and walked out. 

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

Sienna was nervous. She knew what she was asking for wasn't the norm. She was aware of the fact that classes started in less than two weeks since she had practically memorized their student calendar. Funny where life takes you sometimes. She knew her father had wanted her to wait until Spring semester, but Sienna didn't want to miss a beat. She wanted to get her life back on track before Hurricane Brandon blew it all over the place, and the idea of sitting around an extra 5 months with nothing to do but think of HIM, was not that appealing. She had only been out of the hospital a little over a week, but she felt much better and was determined to get her life organized. 




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 08



She was sitting in the Administrative offices at San Diego State University. She knew of a few friends who were also attending. Their campus was beautiful, and just being in that atmosphere started getting her excited. 

The receptionist finally looked up at her. "Mrs. Greenberg can see you now." Sienna was extremely nervous, but she grabbed her large folder and purse and walked into the office. It was more untidy than Sienna would have imagined. Mrs. Greenberg was sitting behind her desk with a super-size cup of coffee in one hand and her hand glued to the mouse of the computer with the other. She had her dark brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and several bangles lining up her arm. She also seemed much younger than Sienna would have imagined. She looked up when Sienna entered. 

"Hi, Sienna, right?" 

"Yes ma'am, how are you?" 

"I'm just fine, have a seat. And please, call me Joanna," she said, as she cleared several papers from her desk. 

"So, I hear you have an unusual request for me?" Joannna questioned. 

"Um, yes, I do." Sienna took a deep breath, "I know I'm past late registration for this fall, but I was wondering if you could enroll me?" 

Joanna Greenberg had to stop herself from laughing in this young girls face. She meant no harm, but there was just no way that was going to happen. Sure, kids had come in the last day of late registration and begged to be admitted, but this she was coming in asking to be enrolled when they started classes a week and a half from now. 

"I'm sorry Sienna, but we've already admitted the total amount of new students and you are WAY past late registration," she said, sitting her coffee aside. 

"I know Mrs. Green--Joanna, but if you have a moment, I'd like to explain myself." 

Joanna leaned back in her chair. "Alright, go ahead." 

"Okay, I have already been accepted into Spelman College. Until about 3 weeks ago, I had planned on attending that school with my best friend. We had been planning it since grade school. But plans change, and I really want to attend this university. I have maintained straight A's since I was in 7th grade, I was 3rd in my graduating class with a GPA of 4.1. I was captain of the volleyball team, president of Beta Club, a scholar athlete, Homecoming queen and I've logged several hours of community service for my church. And I say all of that to let you know that I know it's the 11th hour, but I would very much like to be accepted under my circumstances. I'm a really hard worker when it comes to my studies and I'm unbelievably determined. I truly believe I could excel here if given the chance." 

"And what circumstances are those?" 

"I'm 9 weeks pregnant and due in April." 

Joanna looked at the young girl. "Why did you not attend a community college first? I'm sure they would accept you in a heartbeat." 

"Because I wanted to attend a four year university. I know myself, and I know I could keep up with the curriculum." 

"And what undergraduate program would you like to join?" 

"The English Department. I'm especially interested in creative writing." 

"Sienna, you seem like a really passionate, sweet young woman, and I can truly admire that. But what you're asking, is for me to go to the Dean of the English Department...who's a tough one by the way...and admit a pregnant student to an already full roster which is already locked and way past late registration. And he's going to ask me 'why', and I have nothing to tell him." 

Sienna thought about that for a moment. "Can you tell him that when I graduate in 4 years that I will personally stop by his office in my cap and gown, with my baby and give him the biggest hug he's ever received and thank him for giving a young, ambitious girl a chance?" 

Joanna couldn't help it. She laughed and gave Sienna a big smile. "You know what...I absolutely will tell him just that!" 

"Thank you so much, Joanna," Sienna said, smiling from ear to ear herself. 

"Alright, well just leave your application, transcripts, recommendations and anything else you have, with me." 

"Yes ma'am. And I also have some samples of my writing if that helps." 

"Couldn't hurt. I will have lunch with Dean Johnson tomorrow, and will hopefully have an answer for you then too. But don't set your hopes too high, Sienna, because he's a tough nut to crack. But if you are accepted, I'll need you to pay first year tuition that day, okay?" 

"I understand, thank you," Sienna said and got up from the chair and shook Joanna's hand. 

Outside, she looked around the campus. She said a silent prayer that she got in. 

When she got in her car, she heard felt her phone vibrate. She looked down and the caller ID read: Temple, Brandon. She desperately wanted to answer it, but she knew she would do more harm than good. So she pressed 'ignore' and drove back home. 

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

When Sienna made it back, her dad was in the kitchen cooking. The aroma hung in the air making her stomach growl. She was glad she finally got her appetite back. 

He was chopping some tomatoes when she entered. "Hey baby, how did it go?" he asked. 

"I guess okay, I won't know anything until tomorrow," Sienna answered, while grabbing some cucumbers to slice. Jackson looked up and noticed Sienna seemed down. He knew what the problem was. She wanted Brandon. He knew this was killing her. And Brandon for that matter. 

He kept his eyes on the tomatoes when he asked, "Want to talk about it?" She shook her head and continued cutting the cucumbers. They both stood there diligently working over the food when Sienna decided to talk. 

"Are you...are you disappointed in me?" she asked her father. 

Jackson stopped cutting and looked up at her. She had her head down, slowly slicing way more cucumbers than needed. She had sucked in her bottom lip, like she had done all her life...his tell-tell sign that she was about to cry. 

"Sienna , I've only been hurt at the fact that I thought you were shutting me out of your life. And I wish you would have come to me sooner with some of your problems so I could help you. I can't help it, I will always worry about you and do my absolute best to help you. I would gladly forfeit my own life, if it meant you could have a better one." 

Sienna glanced up at her father. 

"But no, I'm not disappointed in you. Not in the least. You are an amazing young woman with a great head on her shoulders. You're about to become a mom, and what do you do...you continue to pursue your studies, with no help from anyone. Your bravery astounds me and you could teach most of the men I know a thing or two about it." 

Sienna started smiling through her tears. Her father was the best. Her mom was crazy for leaving him. 

"Now, do you mind coming over here and giving your old man a hug?" 

She laughed and skipped over to her father and gave him a strong bear hug. She loved him so much. 

Later that night after dinner, Sienna went to her room and finally listened to her voice messages from Brandon. She had accumulated quite a few. It had been a week since they had last talked. 

'Um, hey bab--Sienna, I was just calling to see how you were doing. If you can, just give me a call back to put my mind at ease. Okay, I lo—talk to you later. Bye.' 

'It's me again. Hope everything is okay. Just call me when you get a second. Bye.' 

'Hey, um, it's me. Again. I hope I'm not bothering you. I realize you aren't picking up and that's okay. *Sigh* I was thinking about you this morning—who am I kidding, I think about you all the time. Anyway, I hope you're having a good day.' 

Sienna continued to listen to about 8 more messages until she got to the last one. She played it back. 

'I'm miserable. I love you.' 

Sienna pulled the phone from her ear and threw it on her dresser. She didn't know what she felt at the moment. She loved him. No doubt about that, but perhaps her perception of him when she was an eight year old girl who gave the name 'Brandon' to her Ken doll, needed to melt away in order to reveal the man he was now. He was not perfect. He was definitely flawed, but so was she. They both had hurt each other so much in such a short time. He cut her with his words, and she burned him with her actions. Maybe in that respect, they were perfect for each other. 

She tried, but she couldn't erase the look of pain on his face when she revealed to him her plans to maybe abort and not tell him. He looked like a little boy then, much like how he looked when she had first met him. She remembered the feeling she got the very first time she laid eyes on her Prince Charming. 

She had to chuckle to herself. Brandon was no Prince Charming. Actually, he's the guy who would have called Prince Charming a 'pussy' and then kicked his ass. That thought turned her small giggle into a full on laugh. She was sure her father heard her downstairs, but she couldn't help it. That was too funny. 

But just as soon as the laugh had come, thinking about falling asleep tonight without him beside her, made her weep. God, she was such a wreck. She was sure it was her out of whack hormones due to the baby. Dr. Carlson said she'd act a little strange, and damn if she wasn't getting weirder by the day. 

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

The next morning, Sienna awoke to go shopping with Tasha. Since Lori had left two days after she had gotten out of the hospital, Sienna needed some serious girl bonding time. All of her friends were getting ready for school, and didn't have much time for her. But she befriended Darren's new girlfriend, Tasha, who she had met at her father's birthday party. 

Although Tasha was much older than Sienna, being a woman of 36 who already had a little boy, the two clicked immediately the second time they were together. After Sienna had left the hospital, she had been extremely depressed. Much to Darren's encouragement, Tasha brought over a little basket of goodies to cheer her up. At first they didn't really know what to say to each other, but by the end of her visit, Tasha seemed like that cool aunt that you would see on a TV show. 

Tasha was so funny, beautiful and very much a strong woman. She had Darren wrapped around her little finger. Sienna couldn't imagine any woman having Brandon like that. Ug, she would have to quit thinking about him. When Tasha arrived, Sienna got in and they headed to the mall. 

"So, have you thought of any names if it's a boy or girl?" Tasha asked, as they strolled through the different shops. 

Sienna thought for a moment. "Hmm...no. I haven't really thought about it." 

They still had some time to kill before Sienna had to go to her check up with Dr. Carlson, so they settled down in the food court. Sienna was starving. She was embarrassed about how much her hunger was starting to take over. She bought much more than she normally would have, but whatever. She was pregnant. She'd be getting bigger soon enough anyway. 

"So, how did you meet him?" Tasha asked, taking a bite of her salad. 

Sienna knew exactly who 'him' was. She sighed. "My dad was having a little mini milestone celebration for completing BUDs training. It's this really hard thing that they have to go through. I mean, I don't know how they do it," Sienna said, losing her train of thought. 

"I know, Darren told me about. Jesus, they put those boys through hell." 

"Yes, well he was having a cookout and I was running in the house about to head outside when I collided with him. I swear, my life was changed at that moment. Like some kind of fate or something," Sienna answered, remembering every detail of their first encounter. "I was eight and he was eighteen. The most handsome guy I think I'd ever seen." 

Tasha agreed, "Yeah, he's a cutie, alright. He and Darren have been friends for a long time, right?" 

Sienna nodded her head while downing her soda. "Yep, ten years. Same amount of time that I've known him." 

Tasha wasn't sure she should ask anymore, but she wanted to learn about this interesting dynamic. "So...you're dad never had a problem with him being white?" 

Sienna looked up. She had never really thought about it. "No, I don't think so. My dad always looked at Brandon like a part of our family. I doubt that would have ever bothered him." 

"Hmm, well what about the age gap?" 

"Well, if you think about it, in 5 years, who would really care. I'd be 23 and he would be 33." 

"Yes, but that's very different than 18 and 28," Tasha reminded her. 

Sienna thought about it. "Maybe. But I won't change. Even if I don't end up with him, I will always love him. No amount of age is going to change that. It's been embedded in my soul for ten years now, and has never wavered. Even now...I want him. I love him. But I've had to realize that maybe we weren't meant to be together. And it hurts so badly. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy." 

Tasha wasn't sure if it was the confidence with which she spoke, or the fact that she seemed older beyond her years at this moment, but she believed her. She knew this had to be hard on her...and him. Darren had talked about how depressed Brandon was. He didn't hang out with the guys anymore. Just mainly stayed in his house working on his project. Brandon had decided to remodel his guest room and turn it into a baby room. And when he would finish, he would knock it all down again and start over, claiming it wasn't perfect. Darren had helped him a few times, but after the third time of ripping their finished product down, Darren had taken a backseat with this project. 

Tasha had thought about telling Sienna about the baby room, but decided to stay out of that part of their life. 

"Well, how did you and Darren meet?" Sienna asked, stuffing her second chocolate chip cookie in her mouth. 

Tasha laughed. "My Darren," she sighed. "Well, I never go out. Ever! I mean, I just got used to the idea that no men are good, and I'd just worry about making sure my son doesn't turn into any of the men I've met in my life, especially his no good daddy. But, I finally got persuaded by a co-worker to have drinks after work. And we went to this local little bar, and I saw him immediately when I walked in. He looked soooo good." 

Tasha laughed again. "I actually kinda owe BT for our hook-up. I kept watching the two out of the corner of my eye, and they were cracking me up. I could tell that BT was trying to get Darren to go to talk to me, but Darren wasn't budging. So, after a few minutes, BT started walking toward me, and Darren tried to stop him, and as soon as they almost reached me, BT pushed him in my direction and then made a bee-line for the restroom. You should have seen Darren's face. He was so embarrassed that he had almost bumped into me. Or been pushed into me, more like it." 

Sienna had to laugh at that too. Those two were funny together, when you let them loose. They were very much opposites, but that's why they clicked so much. 

Tasha stared over at Sienna. "I had wondered why someone as attractive as BT wasn't talking to any of the women who tried to get his attention that night. But that was quickly answered when I met you at your father's party. He already had the perfect little woman," she said smiling at her. 

Sienna slowly drank her soda. She wasn't perfect. Now, she was missing him again. 

Tasha realized her mistake, "Shit, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take you down memory lane. I just talk too much sometimes." 

"No, it's okay. I asked." 

After lunch, they walked past a baby store. Sienna was looking at all of the cute little tiny clothes when her phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but she decided to answer anyway. 

"Sienna?" she heard a female voice ask. 

"Yes, this is she." 

"Hi, it's Joanna at SDSU. Do you have a moment to talk?" 

Sienna's stomach turned. She was so nervous. 

"Um, yes, of course." 

"Well, I talked to Dean Johnson a few minutes ago, and he said he had never heard of such a bold outrageous request. I mean, I had to really go to bat for you. I was pleading your case, and he wasn't buying it." 

Sienna's heart started to sink. Shit. Maybe she should have let her father handle it. 

"But...he's now somewhat intrigued by the whole thing, so he said he will admit you to his program and clear everything with Registrar! So welcome to San Diego State University!" Joanna laughed in her ear. 

Sienna screamed into the phone. Tasha quickly ran over to her to see what was wrong. 

"Oh my God, thank you sooo much Joanna! I really don't know what to say! Oh my God!" Sienna exclaimed. 

"My pleasure, but truthfully it was all you. I told him exactly what you had told me. So congratulations. You will need to let me know what classes you want to take, so we can clear them with the professors. And I'll need the first year tuition paid in full either today or first thing tomorrow. That cool?" 

"Yes, that's perfect. Thank you! I'll have my class list for you as soon as I get home." The two said their goodbyes, and Tasha just stared, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. 

"I got in! I can go to SDSU this fall! In pretty much a week and a half!" 

Tasha reached over and hugged her. "That is so great. I'm so happy for you!" 

Sienna couldn't wait to tell her dad and Lori and Brandon...well, her dad and Lori. She was so excited to begin her new journey. 

"Well missy, we better get going if we're going to make to your appointment on time," Tasha warned. 

"Oh crap, I almost forgot," Sienna said while stuffing the last bit of food in her mouth and slurping the bottom of her soda. 

Later that evening at dinner, Jackson cornered Sienna. He had been so proud of her for getting into San Diego State, but she could tell something else was bothering him.

"Look, I know this is tough on you, but I did want to say something," he said, as he passed her the salad. 

"Okay." 

"I think it would be a good idea if you called Brandon to at least let him know how the baby is doing. He's been asking me, but I think it's your place to tell him. If you're comfortable doing so." 

Sienna knew it was the right and responsible thing to do, but it made her nervous. She hadn't spoken to him in a week and she wasn't really sure what to say. What do you say when you want someone so much, yet you're the reason you are apart. 

But she didn't want her father to think badly of her, so she just nodded her head and told him 'okay'.

After dinner, she went to her bedroom and stared at her cell phone. She would try to keep it light and just about the baby. No 'I miss you and I love you' would leave her mouth. She finally built up enough courage to speed dial him, which of course, he was number one in her phone. He answered immediately. 

"Hey," he quickly said, as if he'd been holding his breath. 

"Um, hi," she said, already feeling a tingling just by hearing his sexy voice. 

"How have you been?" He sounded happy to hear from her. Of course, it could just be her imagination.

"I'm good. Well, um, I went to the doctor today," she nervously replied, while biting her bottom lip. 

"Yeah, your dad told me. Is everything okay?" 

"Yes, the doctor said everything was good," she answered back. 

"Good. I'm glad to hear that." 

Awkward pause. She could hardly hear his TV in the background, and she tried to listen closely to tell what he had been watching.

"Do you need anything, because--" he continued.

"No," she quickly interrupted. 

"Oh, okay." One simple word from her and he now sounded melancholy. She hadn't meant to sound that harsh, but this call was making her uncomfortable. Making her depressed.

"Um, if you don't mind, when you have your appointments, can you call and give me an update? I mean, only if you want to," he said, the last part really softly. 

"Alright." She could tell he didn't want to hang up, but neither of them was sure what to say next. "So then, I'll call you after my next check-up?" 




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 08



"Yeah, thank you. I, um...nevermind. I'm glad you and the baby are doing well. I'll sleep better tonight knowing that."

"Okay, well, I'll talk to you later," she said, feeling tears stinging her eyes. 

"Okay. Goodnight," he said. 

She never heard the phone click on his side, so she decided to hang up first. She sat there for a moment thinking back over her life thus far. She never imagined it would bring her here. She wasn't even sure where 'here' was. 

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

As soon as Sienna started school, the weeks flew by. It was now mid October, and she was already worn out. But she welcomed the challenge. So far her classes were pretty easy, just a lot of tedious homework and mindless group assignments. Her morning sickness had stopped weeks ago, but she had already gained close to 5 pounds. You can't win for losing with pregnancy Sienna thought to herself. 

But all of that was the least of her worries. Even though she had talked to him a handful of times on the phone, she hadn't physically been in the same room as Brandon since that night she passed out at his house. Almost two months ago. 7 weeks to be exact. She was counting. Seemed like she lived by weeks because of being pregnant. And she knew that the lengthy time apart was more her fault than his. Since she never really had anything to say to him on the phone outside of 'I'm fine' and 'the baby's fine', he had stopped calling as much as he used to. And she mourned that. But now, only the occasional call from her after one of her check-ups, would be their only form of communication. Chris had also started calling her, and even though she still partly blamed him for everything that happened, she liked Chris and felt that she should keep their friendship intact. 

She never dreamt it would become this painful to be without Brandon. She had missed him every single day. But luckily she had her school work and preparing for the baby to keep her busy. Plus, Lori called her every day on the phone checking up on her. Lori had finally admitted to the fact that she had told Chris. Lori had told her she was just scared for her and wanted some other voice of reasoning to know. She apologized to Sienna over and over, until Sienna threatened to hang up on her if she didn't stop. 

But late at night, lying in bed with everything quiet...she thought of Brandon. The way he used to roll over in the bed and bury his face in her hair. Or how he would whisper in her ear to wake her up because he wanted her right then. And how when he was really tired, he lightly snored. 

Sienna's thoughts were interrupted as she sat in the car outside of the park. Tasha's son, Michael, was turning six today, and she and Darren were throwing him a huge party at a local park, completely decked out in Star Wars theme. Tasha had already pre-warned everyone that her son ONLY liked Star Wars. So, Sienna had the newest Anakin Skywalker action figure wrapped up along with a Star Wars Video game. She figured he probably already had all of that, but what the hell. 

And Tasha had already warned her, but staring at the back of Brandon's Jeep was causing her heart to flutter. She was trying to stop breathing faster than normal, but she couldn't help it. She had never gone this long without seeing him, even when she was a little girl. She didn't know if she could do this. Would he be here alone? Or would another woman be on his arms? And immediately Sienna felt self-conscious. She felt fat and fidgeted at her clothes, that she swore didn't fit right. She checked herself in the mirror one more time and then stepped out of her car. 

It had been so warm lately, that she had worn a cute summer dress with sandals. Plus, her jeans didn't seem to fit as nice as they once had. She smoothed over her somewhat flat stomach. Others might not be able to tell, but she noticed the difference when she stared at her naked body in the mirror. Plus, her breasts were much bigger now. Almost a full cup size. She was almost embarrassed by them. She felt so dumpy and plain. 

As she walked through the entrance and out into the open park, she saw several young kids screaming and fighting each other with toy light sabers. She walked closer to the decorated picnic table, with the presents placed strategically in front of her stomach. 

And there he was. She saw him and Darren standing off to the side by the grill. Darren turning the food over and talking to him. Brandon stood with his neck bent, nodding every once in awhile at what he was saying. Then Darren noticed her. She saw him quickly whisper something into Brandon's ear and turn his head. Brandon immediately looked up and over toward her. 

Sienna jerked her head away before he could make eye contact with her. Her skin was scorching. Shit! These are those times when she truly missed Lori. She would have known what to do. Sienna scanned the opposite side of the small park and saw Tasha sitting at a colorful picnic table with her son. She started making her way over to them. 

When she got closer, she heard Tasha scolding Michael. He had his hands crossed tightly over his chest and his bottom lip poked out. He looked adorable. Tasha finally exhaled and looked up at Sienna. 

"Hey girl, I'm so glad you came," she said while hugging her. "I know this was hard for you," she whispered in her ear before she let Sienna go. 

"Oh, well, thank you for inviting me. And I'll be okay." Sienna looked down at Michael. "And these are for you, Michael. Happy Birthday!" 

Michael grabbed the presents from her arms and looked up and flashed a snaggle-tooth smile at her. He was about to rip them open, when Tasha stopped him. 

"Nope, what did I tell you? After we sing 'Happy Birthday' and you blow out the candles, remember?" 

Michael pouted again and slammed the presents down on the table. "Young man, if you don't stop acting like that, I'm going to take you out of this park, spank you, and then take you home, leaving your friends to have all of yours gifts!" 

Michael tucked his little lip back in and sat up straight. Sienna chuckled. She figured he would be damned if he would let his friends benefit from his bad behavior. He seemed serious about Star Wars. 

"Okay, now go ahead and play with your guests. And be good. No more hitting!" Tasha yelled after him as he took off across the park. "I swear, that boy," she exhaled again. "But he LOVES Darren. Listens to him more than me," she laughed. 

Sienna pondered over that. Darren did have a way of making people listen to him. Yeah, he was one of the good ones. She was so happy for him and Tasha. They made a beautiful couple. 

"Are you sure you're going to be okay? I know it's hard having him here, but he's Darren's best friend, so..." Tasha said, wondering what Sienna was thinking about. 

Sienna slowly nodded. "Yes, I think I'll be okay." 

"Speak of the devil," Tasha said, as she turned her back to Sienna and began picking up all of her son's gifts. 

"Hi, Sienna," she heard him say behind her. No, she wasn't going to be okay. She didn't want to turn around, but she couldn't ignore him either. So she slowly turned and glanced up at him. 

Damn, he looked so good. He was wearing a sea green tee shirt with the words Hollister written in white across the chest and denim jeans. The green matched perfectly with his stunning eyes. Eyes that were penetrating hers at the moment. She noticed he had also gotten a hair cut since she had last seen him. It looked really good on him. Suddenly, she became really self conscious of her body. 

"Hi," she whispered back. 

He had his hands tucked into his pockets but he was staring intently at her. "How have you been?" he asked in his deep Boston accent. 

"I've been good, how about you?" she managed to ask, without fainting. 

He looked down at the ground and then back at her. "Not so good," he answered. 

His honestly killed her. But that was Brandon. Brutally honest to the core. She couldn't look at his face anymore. She now questioned why she had even shown up here. 

Brandon was floored when Darren had told her she was here. He hadn't expected her to show. He knew Tasha had told her he would be here, so he figured she'd back out. After all, it had been almost two months since he'd last seen her. 

In the beginning, he had felt like the biggest, idiot loser calling her several times a day, but he couldn't help himself. She made him crazy like that. 

But she only ever returned his calls every so often, and he figured calling so much, probably just annoyed her. So he stopped. It had taken everything in him to do so, but he eventually managed to let it go, and wait for her to call and give him updates on their baby. 

But here he was standing next to her. She looked more beautiful than he had remembered. Her thick raven hair was a bit longer too. Or maybe that's because he hadn't seen it down in awhile. She was wearing a sexy summer dress, very true to her nature. 

He glanced down at her stomach, but she quickly placed her hands in front. He looked back up into her eyes and she looked away from him. He knew she was about 15 weeks. They never really talked much about her doctor's visits, but he had been doing his own research on the internet and reading silly pregnancy books. He figured she didn't want to talk to him right now, but there was one thing that she hadn't told him, but he was dying to know. 

"Um, do you know what sex the baby is?" he asked. 

Sienna still couldn't look at him. She had actually just found out the day before at her last visit, and she realized then that she had forgotten to call him. "A girl," she whispered, while pretending to pay attention to the kids in the background. 

Brandon's heart soared. A girl. A small smile reached the corner of his mouth, while thinking about how much the Commander probably laughed on his behalf at that little bit of information. 

"A girl," Brandon repeated. He didn't know what he was feeling at the moment. These past two months had been absolute torture for him. He knew she hated him, but a part of him thought there was still some chance for them. But she had carried on with her life like he had barely existed. Like he was almost a stranger on the phone. And a part of him thought that was for the best perhaps. But a bigger part of him, pride be damned, wanted her back with a burning he'd never felt before. He wanted Sienna back in his life. She remained in his heart at all times, but now he wanted her back in his arms. 

"Hey, if you ever need me to take you to a doc appointment, I'd be glad to," he told her. 

"Oh, thanks, but Tasha takes me, so that's okay." 

"Yeah, I know," he said quietly. His hopes sank a little. He had wanted to take her, but not only for her, but because he wanted to feel involved. But he would respect her wishes. 

Man, he was having a baby girl. The thought hit him again like a ton of bricks. He wondered if she would look like Sienna. He hoped. But maybe not too much like her, so he wouldn't have to kill some young man when she became of age. Oh, this was surreal. 

He stared at her, even though she had yet to look at him again. She actually looked rather distant. Like she couldn't care less about his presence. How had so much changed in such a short time? 

Brandon relived those last few moments with her over and over. The horrible things he had shouted at her. Her look of desperation as she tried to cling to him crying and begging for him to stay. He looked back at that Brandon and wanted to kick his own ass. She had begged him. But his wounded ego and hurt had caused him to walk out of the door, leaving her there to get sick and... 

He couldn't think about it anymore. He had already driven himself mad over it. Oh, the many restless nights he sat up thinking about that. So he tried to change the subject. 

"Your dad told me you were attending San Diego State. How's that going?" he asked. 

"It's been good," she answered, still not looking at him. 

"I'm so glad you were able to attend school. I know you really wanted to. I'm sorry it wasn't Spelman though." 

"Well, mostly I just wanted to go to school," she answered quickly. 

"Sienna, I'd really like to help you out with that. I mean, I know school is so expensive, and especially with the baby and the medical bills. I can pay for whatever you need me to. I promise, you won't have to worry abo—" 

"It's okay. I have it. My dad's been great," she said, with her head turned completely to the side. 

God, he hurt so much. She was completely shutting him out. He couldn't help it any longer. "Sienna, can you look at me?" he whispered to her. 

She shook her head. 

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" he asked, scared of what her answer would be. He noticed her bite her bottom lip. The same lip he had licked and sucked on a hundred times. Something about that stirred his dick. 

"I guess it's best if you did," she whispered back, still not looking at him. 

Brandon slowly nodded and turned to look out at the children screaming and running around. He should just walk away, but for some reason his feet felt like there was lead in them. He couldn't move from that spot if his life depended on it. 

"I don't think I can," he said, staring out. 

"Then, I'll go," she said in a quiet voice, as she turned to walk away. 

Brandon wanted to call out to her. He wanted to apologize to her. He wanted to grab and kiss her and make her promise that she would never leave him again. He wanted to fall to his knees and kiss his child encased in her beautiful body. He wanted to hear her laugh again. He wanted...so much, that he feared he'd never have again. 

He watched as she hugged Michael and Tasha and said goodbye. She waved to Darren in the distance and then made her way back to the parking lot. 

Brandon hadn't moved an inch. He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them. He saw the last glimpse of her dress as she swayed out of his sight. He felt sick. As if his legs would buckle at any moment. He plopped down at the table and ran his hands over his hair. His life was so fucked up. And he had no one to blame but himself. 

Sienna couldn't make it to the car fast enough. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't bring herself to look at him the entire conversation. Her resolve was going to break at any moment had she stayed a second longer. Their relationship was too volatile to go back to, but damn if he didn't have some power over her mind, her body, her heart. She knew he could read her like a book, and she was sure even though she had put on a good front, he knew that she wanted him. And the truth in her eyes seemed to always be the one thing she couldn't hide from Brandon. Maybe it worked this time, but she doubted it. 

Later that night, Sienna lay in bed. She looked up through the skylight in her room. Her father had told her a funny story about the skylight. Being the paranoid man he was when it came to his daughter, he didn't want her taking that room for fear that someone would break in through the opening. She was only a baby, but he told her that he was so concerned, until her mom had looked at him with this strange look. And she slowly said to him, "I think if they wanted to break in, they would just go to one of the many windows in her room." Her dad said he laughed so hard after that, because he felt like a fool. He said that was one of their better days. 

Sienna looked at the stars...and thought of Brandon. He had woken her up one night, a few months back. She was so sleepy, but he grabbed her hand and led her outside. They sat in the back of his Jeep with the top down staring at the night sky, which she thought was funny. Brandon didn't seem like the star gazing kind. But he started talking to her about different things he had gotten himself into living in Boston. How different he found the people in California. She had fallen asleep in his arms that night, with a light wind blowing on her face, thinking life couldn't be more perfect than that. 

She knew she had to get up in a few hours for school, but she doubted she would get any sleep tonight. Because when she felt like this, he invaded her dreams and she never got any rest. 



---Hi all, I hope you enjoyed! I realize this chapter was lacking in the 'sex' department, but that's just because I felt like more needed to be said in this chapter emotionally. I hope when you vote, you don't hold that against me, but not to worry, chapter 9 will be out shortly...and maybe there will be some hot steamy scenes in that one;-) I'm not telling... 

And extra thanks to Tangled and my "Brandon" for support on this chapter!

Soular 



Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 09



"Sienna," Brandon whispered to her, as she felt the covers slide away from her body, causing her to feel an instant chill.

His voice startled her. What the hell was he doing in her room? She had to be dreaming.

"Brandon, what ar--" she tried to ask, as her eyes adjusted to the dark and his figure hovering above her. But before she could finish her question, he placed his index finger to her lips, to quiet her.

"Sshh," he said softly, as he slowly ran his eyes up and down her almost naked, shivering body. Sienna immediately felt self-conscious. His eyes were devouring her and she was only wearing a torn, too small little league shirt and a pair of blue cotton panties. The shirt just barely covered the small swell of her stomach.

She bit her lip and watched as Brandon hooked his fingers into the straps of her panties and gradually slid them down and off her legs. 

Sienna couldn't believe this was happening. It had been almost a month and a half since she had seen Brandon. Not since Michael's birthday party, and now here he was in her bedroom, about to make love to her, and damn if she could stop him. A part of her wanted this so bad. She knew her father was just right down the hall, but Brandon was giving her THAT look. Yes, she knew she wasn't going to stop him. She had so many questions running through her mind, but her brain was quickly turning into mush as his warm hands caressed her skin.

He reached up and removed her shirt. His hands instantly latched onto her breasts and began massaging them. Sienna closed her eyes and gritted her teeth against the moan in the back of her throat. Damn, she had missed this. 

Finally, he pulled off his shirt, pants and underwear...and Sienna couldn't help but marvel at that perfect, hard body as he climbed on top of her. He was beautiful. 

"I love you," he said, as he fluidly pushed himself within her body. Sienna threw her head back against her pillow. God, she had missed this sooooo much. Her body only responded to him. Not like she had anything to really judge it by, but she couldn't imagine anyone else making her feel this way. Filling her up so completely, where she lost all her fucking senses. No! This wasn't supposed to be happening. They were no longer together and they still had so much baggage between them that hadn't been discussed. What the hell was she doing? 

She tried several times to get him to stop...at least in her mind, anyway. Her body was pulling him in further and further, while her mouth was murmuring, "I love you, I need you." She felt so lost and helpless. But this was the happiest she had been in months.

And just like that, he was gone. Sienna let out a small scream and jumped from the bed. 'What the fuck?' she thought. Her panties were soaking wet and she was sweating. She looked around the room, and everything was in place. 

Damn him for always invading her fucking dreams!! She had to get up in less than an hour for school, and she felt like she had just run a marathon. 

"Shit," she muttered, as she made her way to the bathroom to shower. The sun was already peeking through, so she thought she might as well get up and just be early for class.

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"What's up, bitch?" Darren asked, as he made his way inside Brandon's house and gave him a 'my boy' handshake.

"I got your bitch for you," Brandon grinned, with his eyes barely open. What the fuck had Tasha done to Darren? Usually Darren slept as late as he did during the week, but now he was showing up at his house all early and in a cheerful mood. No, this was not his boy, Darren.

"You're up early. I guess domestication agrees with you," Brandon yawned.

"You should try it sometime," Darren replied.

"Yeah, I did. See how well that worked out," Brandon muttered, as he turned his back and made his way to the bathroom.

"Damn, BT, you look like you had a rough night," Darren yelled, observing Brandon's disheveled hair and puffy eyes.

"Well, I finished the baby's room. It only took me until 5:30 in the Goddamn morning, but it's done."

Darren started making his way to the back room—soon to be baby room. When he entered, he was completely blown away. The walls were a light, creamy yellow with pictures of Disney princesses scattered across them. There was a nice, sturdy crib, baby toys and a colorful book case with baby books. The changing table was carefully placed in the corner, and little girl trinkets were set up throughout the room. The rug on the floor was a giant butterfly, whose wings had flecks of yellow that matched the walls. The room really did look like it belonged in a catalogue for Ikea.

"You did all of this last night?" Darren asked, truly impressed.

Brandon leaned against the door frame, "Yeah, what do you think? Does it look okay?"

"Does it look okay? Man, this looks great. Seriously, Sienna will be happy when she sees this."

"I still don't know what all goes in a baby room, but I did some research about some things that they will need. And although the baby can't read, they said you're supposed to read to them and stuff, so that's why I added the book case," Brandon said nervously, wondering if he had gone overboard.

Darren turned to him. "So this one is the keeper, huh?"

"Absolutely. My body can't take any more. I been through all kinds of shit with the SEALs, and I swear, this is one of the hardest fucking things I've done," Brandon admitted.

"Well, it's also probably emotional for you too, so that probably takes a lot out of you."

Brandon thought about that for a moment. "Yeah, you're probably right."

The two made their way back down to the front of the house. Darren started raiding the refrigerator, while Brandon plopped down on the couch and rested his hand over his eyes. He just wanted to go back to sleep.

"So," Darren started, while he crunched on some chips and dip left over from the food they bought last Sunday for the football games. "When are you and Sienna going to have the 'talk'?"

"Whenever she wants," Brandon answered, not bothering to remove his hand.

"So, you're not going to go over there, kick the door in, throw her over your shoulder and pull her back into your cave," Darren chuckled, while he stuffed another chip in his mouth.

"Trust me, I've been tempted."

Darren laughed. "Come on man, you're coming to Tasha's with me so you can get a decent meal. She's doing a brunch today and that girl can cook!"

Brandon wanted to decline the invitation, but he really was hungry and another breakfast or dinner from a cardboard box didn't sound too appetizing. Plus, it had been a while since he'd actually left his house.

"Alright," he answered. "Gotta take a shower and change. Be done in 20 minutes."

"Cool. I'm hungry as hell," Darren said, as he sat down on the couch and stuffed another chip in his mouth.

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When Darren and Brandon finally arrived at Tasha's place, they both noticed Sienna's car in the driveway. "Fuck," Brandon muttered. He had wanted to see her so badly, but he didn't want to surprise her like this. The last time he had seen her, at Michael's party, he felt like he had upset her. He didn't want to do that again.

"You know what, just take me back. She made it clear she doesn't want to be around me, and I don't want to piss her off or stress her out," Brandon said, while his eyes searched around the premises for her.

"Fuck that, you don't have to go anywhere. You two need to work this out anyway," Darren argued, as he turned off the ignition and got out.

Brandon sat there for a moment. 'Fuck,' was all he could think. Sienna had been giving him more frequent updates, but still, things weren't so good with them. She still barely had more than a few words to say to him. In the few bits and pieces that he received over the phone, he couldn't tell if she was sad or angry. But at least she was healthy, and so was his baby girl.

As soon as they walked inside, the aroma from the food hit them. Darren smiled and rubbed his hands together while Brandon took in his surroundings, again looking for Sienna. Tasha glanced up and smiled from the kitchen when she saw Darren, but it quickly faded when she noticed Brandon standing like a statue behind him. Brandon wasn't sure if she was annoyed or confused. Women confused the hell out of him.

Tasha quickly looked down the hallway and then back to Darren and Brandon. She threw her dishrag over her shoulder and walked over to them. "Hey guys. Um, you know Sienna is here, right?" she asked, questioning their sanity, while crossing her arms over her chest.

"See man, I told you this is a bad idea, I'll just go," Brandon said, making his way for the door.

"No, don't go. You are my friend and you have a right to be here," Darren stated. "Tasha, you said any friend of mine is welcome in your house. I hope that includes my best one, you know?"

Tasha stood glaring at Darren for a few seconds, then nodded and turned to walk back into the kitchen. Darren knew he was going to catch hell later. Tasha loved Brandon to death, but she was very overprotective of Sienna.

A few seconds later, they all froze, as they heard Michael and Sienna laughing as they came down the hallway.

"Oh my God, Tasha, this boy beat me so bad in this game, that I—," she started, but stopped when she noticed three sets of eyes on her. Her eyes immediately flew to Brandon's face, then to Tasha.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were having guests this morning. I'll, um, I have to take off anyway. My teacher gave us this--this crazy homework assignment earlier this morning, so I--I should, um, probably finish that up," she stuttered, while searching for her purse.

"Sienna, don't go! Please! Darren never lets me win the game, and you really suck. I want to play some more after breakfast. Please!" Michael begged, while tugging on her arm.

Sienna knew she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. They were all standing there, wondering what she was going to do. Should she pull away from Michael and leave him crying in a tantrum on the floor or stay, and try like hell to not break down in front of them? 

Sienna looked back down at Michael. He was just so adorable, she couldn't help herself. She sighed and turned to Tasha, "Anything I can help you with?" Michael clapped his hands together and hugged her.

Sienna and Tasha stayed in the kitchen cooking, while Darren, Brandon and Michael sat in the living room watching football highlights on ESPN. Brandon hadn't said a word since Sienna emerged from the back. Darren looked over at him and sighed. He had to get those two talking to each other before they left this house.

Sienna was trying her best to prolong the cooking of the food, because in Tasha's house everyone had to sit at the table and eat. No eating while watching TV, which is exactly what Sienna would have preferred.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was coming," Tasha whispered to Sienna.

Sienna shrugged. "It's okay, it's fine." Even though inside she felt like she was dying. Normally, before the bottom dropped out, she would have crawled up on his lap, rested her head against his shoulder and watched ESPN with him, but now she could only glance up at the back of his head every now and then. 

Once the cooking was finally done, Sienna set the table and Tasha called them to come and eat.

The table had 5 chairs surrounding it. Brandon was about to take the seat in between Michael and Darren, when Darren pulled Michael out of the way, and shoved Brandon to the next chair beside Sienna. Brandon gave him an evil look, but sat down anyway.

They all passed the food around and filled their plates in silence. Michael looked around at everyone, confused. Usually, when his mom's friends came over, everyone was loud and talking over each other. Now, no one was saying anything. He wondered if they were mad at him for hogging Sienna earlier. 

"So, little man, did you enjoy having the day off from school?" Darren asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah," Michael answered.

"Tell Darren what happened yesterday in school," Tasha said, smiling.

"Um, this girl tried to hug me. It was gross. I pushed her away," Michael answered, while piling a huge forkful of eggs into his mouth.

Brandon chuckled. That had caught him off guard. Kids were funny sometimes. Especially Michael.

Darren laughed, "Well, soon you'll be the one trying to get her. And then that's a world of problems."

"Don't start giving him any ideas. Jeez, he's only six, I'd like him to keep pushing girls away as long as he can," Tasha said.

Darren ignored her. "Are there any girls you think are pretty, like how your mom is pretty?"

Michael thought for a second, and then answered honestly like children do. "Yep, I think Sienna is pretty, even if she's old."

Brandon and Darren both laughed out loud again. Tasha just shook her head, while Sienna looked embarrassed that all of this attention was on her.

"Hmm, if you think eighteen is old, then you must think I'm ancient," Tasha said, staring at her son.

Michael smiled back at her, "Yes, you are pretty old, too. I mean, pretty and old," he corrected.

Darren couldn't help himself, he was dying laughing. Brandon was trying to control his laughter, but he kept chuckling because Darren had his head thrown back, as his laughter filled the room.

"That's okay Darren, keep laughing. You'll get yours later tonight. Or not get it, more like it," Tasha warned.

That shut Darren up. "Aw, baby, you know I don't think you're old. Plus, I like my women a little more mature. You're teaching this 28 year-old things I didn't know existed," he teased, while squeezing her thigh underneath the table.

Tasha squealed, and pushed his hand away.

Brandon and Sienna both stared at them, enviously. How quickly had things changed.

Michael stared at Sienna. "My momma told me that you have a baby in your stomach. How'd that happen?"

"Michael! Don't ask rude questions, and especially not at the dinner table," Tasha reprimanded.

"I'm not being rude. I just want to know how she did that, because I don't ever want a baby in my stomach. It's weird. Don't they just eat all of your food that you want to eat?" he asked, making a face.

Sienna was frozen. She didn't know what the hell to say. "Um, well, I--,"

"Was it something you drank or ate? Because my teacher, Mrs. Fuller, started eating a lot, and then she got one in her stomach, too."

Darren spoke up, "Yep, and she ate all of BT's food." 

Tasha swung at Darren, hitting him in the shoulder, while Brandon kicked his shin underneath the table.

"Ow, shit," Darren muttered. He was just making a joke to lighten the situation, he thought to himself.

"Michael, we'll talk about that later. It's not appropriate for the table, so don't say another word about it," Tasha warned.

Michael stared at his mother, and then started eating his food. He didn't understand why 'old' people were so confusing.

Sienna remained quiet and picked over her food. She wanted to leave so badly. She could see Brandon looking at her out of the corner of her eye.

Darren was sick of this shit. He knew they were both crazy about each other, and he wanted them to talk.

"So, Sienna, you should see what BT's done to the back room in his house," he said, stuffing his face.

Sienna looked up at him, then quickly glanced to Brandon, then back to 

Darren. "Um, what has he done?" she asked.

"Well, you should ask him," he said, while getting up to get something to drink.

At that moment, Sienna wanted to smack Darren. Hard. She wasn't ready to do this. She turned to Brandon. He was leaning back in his chair, staring at her.

"So, what did you do?" she tried to ask in the friendliest way she could.

"I kinda made a nursery for the baby," Brandon said.

"Not just any nursery, this thing makes Ikea look ridiculous. I'm serious, it's really cool, you should go see it," Darren suggested.

"Um, sure, I'd like that," Sienna answered, while picking over her food again.

"Really?" she heard Brandon ask. She looked up at him and he was staring at her again. Damn, those eyes of his. She felt lost in them.

"Yes, I'd like to see it," she replied.

"Good," Darren interrupted. "Then we can kill two birds with one stone. I don't feel like dragging his as—butt back over to his place, so why don't you take him back and then you can see the room for yourself?"

Brandon had to laugh on the inside. God bless his meddling friend. He was worse than an old woman sitting on her porch. 

Sienna knew she was trapped. Fine, she thought. She would just have to be strong and get this over with.

The rest of the brunch had gone on without a hitch. Sienna and Michael left the table a little early, so that they could finish his Star Wars game.

Tasha leaned back in her chair and stared at Brandon and Darren. A small smile formed at the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm, did you guys plan that?" she asked.

Brandon shook his head. "Nope, that was all your Dr. Phil over here."

"Well, I see an opportunity, I seize it," Darren admitted.

Sienna came from the back room and glanced around the table. "Well, that was really good, Tasha. As always. Thank you for inviting me."

"No problem, girl. Glad you only had one class today," Tasha answered.

Sienna stood there for a moment, dreading what was to come next. She glanced over at Brandon, and, as always, he was staring at her. 

"Um, so BT, if you're ready, I can take you home now," she said, as she searched around for her purse.

Brandon got up from the table and stretched. "Sure, I'm ready," he said, as he followed her out of the door.

In the car ride over, neither said anything. Brandon because he didn't want to upset her, and Sienna because she wasn't sure what to say.

When they arrived at his place, she parked, and he unbuckled his seatbelt. He glanced over at her and she was gripping the steering wheel with the engine still running.

"Did you want to come in and see the room?" Brandon asked.

She shook her head.

Brandon sighed. Shit. He was going to have to upset her.

"Sienna, you said you wanted to see it, now is your chance. So will you please come in and look at it?"

Sienna hadn't been inside his house in months. Not since the night she went to the hospital. She knew she had said she would, but she didn't think she could. Not now.

"I'll, um, I can see it another time. I really have to get this report done, so..." was all she could think of to say, as she stared straight ahead.

Brandon quickly got out and slammed the door. So much for easy-going-Brandon. He walked around to the driver's side of the car, opened the door, leaned in and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Brandon, what the--," she said.

He pulled the keys out of the ignition, stuck them in his pocket and turned to walk into his house.

Sienna sat there in the car completely amazed. She would never have the balls to do that to someone, but that was Brandon. He did exactly what he felt, and that's what drove her crazy. In a good way.

"Damn it!" she screamed, as she hopped out of the car and went inside.

"Brandon, I said I would check out the room, you didn't have to do that. I really have stuff I need to do," she said.

"I know, but sometimes you have a hard time being completely honest with me," he said, letting that sink in. She looked away from him.

"You said you would look at it when you got here, so keep your word, and come see it."

She stood in the middle of his living room, face burning. He had her with that comment. But she couldn't seem to get her feet to follow him to the back of the house. And again, she felt self-conscious. She was in a dress she felt fit way too snug across her mid-section, which was now sticking out a bit. 

She watched as he walked over to her, grabbed her hand and led her toward the back. Right before they reached the room, Brandon got behind her and placed his hands over her eyes. "Okay, no peeking," he whispered against her ear.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 09



When they entered the room, Brandon removed his hands from her eyes. He watched as she took in the sight of the room. She had placed her hand across her chest and her mouth dropped open. Okay, that hopefully is a good sign, Brandon thought. He really wanted her to like it.

"So, what do you think?" he asked, nervously.

"Brandon, I--," she started. Sienna really was at a loss for words. The room was amazing. She couldn't believe this was the same junky room with old exercise equipment, video games, and just junk that she had seen a few months back. It was amazing. Even the colors he chose. This would have made Martha Stewart proud.

"This is really nice, Brandon. Wonderful, in fact. I can't believe you did this all by yourself," Sienna admitted, as she slowly walked around.

"Well, your dad and Darren helped out," he said.

She walked over to the dresser and ran her fingers over the little ballerina figurine. She also ran her fingers over the soft material lining the crib. Part of her was absolutely ecstatic, but the other part was more sad than she had been in a long time. This put her in the mood to want to have the baby right now! But it also made her realize that she hadn't planned on moving back in with Brandon. She wondered if he knew that. She hated to have to tell him that now.

"Sienna?" she heard him say behind her, interrupting her sad thoughts.

"Yes?" she answered, as she turned around to face him.

"Can I feel her?" Brandon asked, staring into her eyes.

Sienna silently gulped and nodded. She knew she couldn't deny him that.

Brandon walked closer to her, and to Sienna's surprise, he bent down and slowly stuck both of his hands underneath her dress and slid them up until he reached the small bulge that was now her stomach. She stood there with her belly and underwear exposed, but she was too hypnotized by his eyes to do anything about it. 

Brandon broke eye contact with her as he ran his hands over her tiny bump, staring at it in awe. Now, his daughter seemed more real to him than ever. He couldn't believe she was tucked safely in there. 

The energy being passed between the two was electric. Sienna knew she needed to leave before something happened. But, too late. Before she could utter another word, Brandon leaned in and kissed her. Soft at first, but then those kisses turned needy. He started to gently push her back against the wall. 

Sienna couldn't think straight. The room was spinning. She could only feel how wonderful his thick hardness felt rubbing against her flimsy panties, which were quickly becoming wet. And the feel of his sweet lips against hers. She had to get ahold of herself.

She broke free from his kiss and turned her head to the side, breathing heavily, "Brandon, we can't--," was all she could say.

"God, I want you so bad, Sienna," Brandon whispered, as he started licking and gently nibbling her neck. His hands, which had been plastered on her rear-end, moved further down and grabbed the hem on her dress. He began sliding it up again, while rubbing his fingers along the side of her legs. Her skin always felt so soft and warm to him. His dick was rock hard. Something strangely lustful and possessive took him over when he touched her body and felt his child. As if they both really did belong to him. And he belonged to them. A family.

It took every ounce of will power she had left to gently push him away from her. He stared down at her, breathing hard and running his eyes up and down her body. Sienna quickly exited the baby room and made her way down the hall. She had to leave there as soon as possible before she found herself right back here in the middle of their crazy love affair. She had almost made it to the door when Brandon gently wrapped his arms around her now slightly fuller waist.

"Sienna, wait, wait, okay? I really need to talk to you," she heard him say, over her head.

"Brandon, we won't just talk, you know that," she whispered.

"No, seriously, I'm sorry about that back there. I mean it, I won't do it again."

Sienna turned around and looked up at him. "Just talk, I swear," he assured her again, seeing her hesitate. Sienna nodded.

Brandon released her and walked over to his couch and sat down. He patted the seat beside him when he noticed her not budging from the spot by the door. She slowly walked over to the couch and sat down beside him, but her entire body was leaning in the opposite direction, away from him.

Brandon leaned back against the couch and exhaled. Then he raised back up and turned to look at her. "I, uh, I just really want to apologize for everything that happened. I'm sorry that my behavior caused you to get sick. I'm so sorry, Sienna. I swear, if I would have known you needed me, I would have—fuck, I'm so sorry," he said, shaking his head.

Sienna glanced at him and then down at the floor. She didn't know how she felt or what to say. 

"And, I'm so sorry about what I said at the bar, too. That was completely uncalled for and you know, I mean, you know I don't think you're a whore or bitch, or anything like that, right? Not that this is an excuse, but I was fucking faded, and you should have punched me in the face. I'm serious, that would have sobered my ass up fast."

Sienna giggled, despite her best effort not to. She could just imagine the look on his face had she punched him. It would have been much like that night in the movie theater restroom when she slapped him. His expression was shocked, then angry, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Now, she wished she had taken that route. 

"I know I still have a lot to make up to you, but I'm going to. Because I love you so much, you have no idea. I mean, I've been absolutely miserable without you," he added.

Sienna knew that it was her turn. He wasn't the only one who had said, or not said, things that caused their break-up. She looked up at him.

"Well, I should apologize to you, too. I—I, should have told you the moment you got back from your mission about the baby. I don't know why I was being so stupid. I guess, well, I guess I didn't tell you because I figured you would make me keep the baby, and, I, uh, I was embarrassed at first. I could just imagine the jokes or gossip that would go around town about me. I was too busy thinking about what everyone else would think, instead of what you would think. And you should have been the most important part of this. Not people who aren't even my friends. So for that, I am truly sorry, Brandon. I never meant to hurt you the way I did," Sienna said, tearing up.

Brandon smiled and reached over to hug her. "Apology accepted, baby."

Sienna wiped at her tears, and moved out of his grasp. But now for the hard part. She wasn't ready to go back. She wasn't even sure if she would EVER go back. Brandon made her crazy.

"What?" Brandon asked, scanning over her saddened expression.

Sienna exhaled. "Brandon, I really appreciate what you did with the back room. It's beautiful. But...I'm not ready to make this relationship happen again. I just feel—," she started, but noticed him stiffen beside her. His eyes went cold again.

"I just feel that so much has happened, and perhaps you and I are better off being friends. I, of course, want you involved in the baby's life, but I just don't think we should be together, you know?"

Brandon felt his heart breaking all over again. He had thought that their argument was what caused the break-up, but now, it must be something more for her to still not want him. He really didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure there was anything else left TO say. Instead he turned from her and stared at the TV, which was still off. For a brief moment, he seriously thought that it was better to be like he was before, don't get attached to anyone so you don't have to feel this shitty.

Sienna knew it was probably time for her to go. Brandon looked like he was done talking. She quickly got up from the couch and walked to the door. Then she remembered he had her keys still.

"Um, Brandon, can I have my keys?" she asked.

At first, she didn't think he had heard her, because he hadn't moved. But then he got up from the couch, pulled her keys out of his pocket and walked over to her. He placed them in her hand, but held onto her. "Can I take you to a check-up?" he asked, staring deeply into her eyes.

Sienna didn't stand a chance. "Yes," she answered. He then let her hand go, and turned to walk toward the back of the house. She quickly opened the door and walked down to her car. She would have to remember to punch Darren in HIS face, and see what kind of expression he would have.

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

Thanksgiving was fast approaching and school had seemed like a whirlwind to Sienna. Her work load was growing heavier as she was growing heavier. Her creative writing professor had gone insane. She had started giving them an assignment a week, along with group projects.

But the time did pass by less painfully now that her new group partner was Ian LeBeque. Sienna and Ian had actually gone to high school together, but she barely remembered him. He had been an art student who was also a part of the drama club. First day of Creative Writing, Sienna had glanced at him and thought he looked familiar, but she couldn't place him. Then one day they were assigned together to work on a project with two other classmates, who had no sense of humor, so she and Ian became close. Funny, the women in her classes either ignored her, or wanted to touch her stomach and ask her questions about the baby. The guys for the most part stayed away from her, as if she were contagious and her being pregnant would rub off on them, and then they would get their girlfriends pregnant. But Ian was different. When she had started to show, he just said, "Whoa, slow down on the Ho Ho's," and winked at her. He never once seemed to judge her.

Ian was about her height, skinny with jet black hair that he had dyed. He had a very punk rock thing about him, and kept her cracking up with his jokes. He was an amazing artist, and when their teacher wasn't looking, he'd pass Sienna small slips of paper containing caricatures of the teacher with funny little captions for each one. She had burst out laughing several times, which was now why she was no longer a favorite of her teacher. Whenever she was having a bad day, Ian seemed to make her laugh, and she'd forget about her problems, at least for the hour and a half that she was in creative writing. 

Then, after class, he would walk her to her car, and usually talk about some music group that she had never heard of. Ian never seemed to bring any books to class, yet he had an A average so far. He seemed like such a care-free spirit. Sienna had wished she could be that way at times. She laughed when she thought about the difference between Brandon and Ian. Brandon was very much the 'I don't give a fuck', while Ian was 'Peace and love people, peace and love'.

But now they were sitting in class on a random Thursday afternoon. Their teacher had not shown up just yet. Prof had 5 more minutes, and then they could leave without getting into trouble.

"So, what are you doing this weekend?" Ian asked, while drawing with a sharpie on some paper.

"Oh, I don't know. Probably nothing. How about you?" Sienna asked.

"Some friends and I are going to the Orange County Fair. Have you ever been?" Ian asked, still staring down at his handiwork.

"No, I've heard about it though."

Ian looked up. "What? You have to go. You should come with us."

"Oh, no, you don't want some pregnant girl tagging along. Besides, I don't think I could ride anything in my condition."

"Oh, come on. Hey, if you don't ride, I won't ride. Plus, it's not the most sanitary thing when you think of it. All those asses sitting in the same few seats every 3 minutes. Kinda gross."

Sienna laughed. She really would like to get out of the house. Her father would ask her if she was okay every hour, on the hour. She wondered if he could keep that up until she delivered. She still talked to Brandon, but now that increased to every other day. And not just about the baby, but they had started to talk about other things. Everyday things. Brandon would still try to persuade her every now and then to take him back. She was SOOO tempted, but also scared. Plus, she still owed him a doctor's appointment. She hadn't been back to Dr. Carlson since she found out she was having a girl. But her new appointment was coming up, and she was a little nervous about going with Brandon. She really needed to take her mind off of all of this.

"Alright, I think I might enjoy it," she said, without much further thought.

"Great, I can pick you up at five o'clock tomorrow?" Ian said, smiling brightly.

Sienna nodded, but thought she should let him know what she honestly felt. She realized, in her life, not saying things up front could only lead to problems further down the road.

"Um, Ian, I just want to make sure that you understand that I'm going as your friend. Nothing more, you know. I just want to make sure that's clear now. Not that you would have even imagined me as anything more, but I just, well, wanted you to know that," she said, while pretending to write something down.

Ian shook his head, "Damn, I was hoping to take advantage of you and knock you up...oops, never mind, someone beat me to the punch."

That comment caught Sienna off guard, and she burst into a fit of giggles. Half of the class turned to look at her. She covered her mouth and placed her head on the table.

Ian slid closer to her, "I know, Sienna. Just friends. Nothing wrong with that. I'll pick you up. Five, tomorrow. Oh, and looks like we are free...we just hit the fifteen minute mark," he said, pointing up to the clock. He hopped up from his chair, handed her his drawing and exited the room.

Sienna looked down at the black ink splattered across the paper. She smiled when she realized it was actually a picture of her. Yes, she would have to remind him again, JUST friends.

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

Jackson had been enjoying his time with Brandon. It was just like old times, before everything had gotten so complicated. He still wasn't sure where Sienna and Brandon's relationship stood, but Jackson was glad she was actually talking to Brandon. The more time Jackson spent getting inside Brandon's head, the more he understood what caused Brandon to become angry or sad. And once Brandon reached a certain level, he wouldn't let you in again. You're out and you no longer mean anything to him. Jackson realized how close he had come to reaching that level in Brandon's head.

But it was Friday, and instead of meeting at Brandon's house, they decided to have their chat at the driving range of a local golf course.

"Oh, nice shot, Commander," Brandon said, as the golf ball soared through the air, right at the 200 yard marker.

"Yes it was, if I do say so myself," Jackson replied, turning to smile at Brandon.

After a few more hits, the two decided to sit and down a beer. Even though there was a slight chill in the air, it was a beautiful afternoon. Perfect for November weather in California.

"So, Brandon, tough question approaching," Jackson warned.

"Oh, shit. What, sir?" Brandon asked, cringing. Overall he had enjoyed his little sessions with the Commander, but sometimes they got on some touchy subjects that Brandon didn't feel like bringing to the forefront. He had some things locked tightly away, and that's where they would remain.

"You know how some things can only be solved when you deal with the root of the problem...well, have you ever thought about going back to Boston and confronting your aunt and uncle about all that they put you through?"

"Fuck no! Absolutely not. I have nothing to say to either of them, and if I saw my uncle again, I'd probably try to kill that bastard," Brandon answered, feeling his scalp go hot. This was the last thing he wanted to talk about. He hated them, and every day that he could avoid thinking of his 'family' was a good day.

Brandon looked dead serious, so Jackson let it go, even though he thought discussing the subject could actually help Brandon in the long run. Nevertheless, he was sure Brandon wasn't ready for that now.

Jackson took another sip and looked back down the fairway. He was about to get up and hit another ball when he heard Brandon clear his throat.

"You know, it's just that, I just don't understand why someone would want to be cruel to a child, you know? I mean, what benefit do you get in intimidating someone tiny and helpless? And don't get me wrong, I intimidate people all the time, but never someone that's a small child," Brandon finished with disgust.

Brandon placed his beer down and got up to take another swing. While he was leveling his club, he continued. "It just bothers me that they could have been like that. I mean, some of the shit they pulled, I still just don't get it."

"Like what?" Jackson asked carefully.

Brandon raised the golf club and placed it horizontally behind his neck and across his shoulders, resting his arms on the parts of the shaft that extended to both sides. This was that territory that Brandon hated. He didn't want to go through all of it, but maybe just saying a few things would release some of his tension at the moment.

Brandon exhaled, "Well, there were times when they would have me stand over in the kitchen and watch them eat, but I couldn't because I was being punished for whatever reason they made up that day. And they would remove my bed from my room sometimes and want me to sleep on the floor. Like a fucking dog. I just didn't understand it, and I still don't."

Both Jackson and Brandon were quiet. Neither said anything for a while, until Brandon broke the silence.

"I don't really want to talk about that anymore," he admitted, lowering his club and taking a shot.

Jackson nodded his head. He also would rather not hear any more, because it was pissing him off. Brandon was like his son, and to know that someone would be so evil to him caused his own anger to course through his system. How the hell was he going to help Brandon, when the more that was revealed to him, only angered him and made him want to harm the uncle and aunt, too? Jackson sat there thinking about how he was going to resolve this issue. He knew of one way, but he was pretty sure Brandon would never allow it, so he would have to do it in secret if he wanted to help his 'son'.

"Alright old man, get up and see if you can beat that," Brandon teased, while setting up a tee for the Commander.

Jackson laughed, and took another sip of his beer. "Bring it."

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

Ian and his friends had picked Sienna up right at five, and she was glad her father was still gone with Brandon so she didn't have to explain anything to him. She had yet to tell him anything about Ian, but somehow she thought her father wouldn't be too thrilled about it. 

Ian's friends were very much like him. Most of them were pale, with jet black hair, some with blond streaks, and some had piercings. Sienna felt like a snob, thinking back on high school. All of them had gone to school with her, but she didn't really mingle in the same circles as them. Pity she missed out on all kinds of cool people because of this popular bubble she was placed in. Or that she placed herself in. Of course, she wasn't complaining then, but now, she felt bad she didn't know them. But they had all known who she was. The girl with the black hair and blond streaks had immediately looked at Sienna's stomach. Sienna figured they were all thinking the same thing. The Homecoming queen is pregnant? Some probably thought it was funny. But, Sienna ignored the uncomfortable glare, and greeted them all anyway.

When they entered the fair grounds, the smell of fair food and bright lights hit Sienna at once. She was so amazed. She hadn't realized it was this big. Ian's friends immediately took off for the rides. Ian stayed behind with her. She felt a little awkward. In her mind, she had imagined they would all stay in a big group, but here she was, with just Ian, as they slowly strolled through the games.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 09



"Wanna play one?" Ian asked.

"Oh, no, I'm horrible at that kind of stuff," Sienna answered truthfully.

"Come on, who doesn't want to pay a man with a strange beard twenty bucks to play a game that's rigged, so you can win a two dollar prize?"

Sienna laughed, "Okay, since you put it that way, you've convinced me."

"That's my girl," Ian said, as he slapped down ten bucks at a game where you throw a baseball and try to knock down the top jar, stacked on top of other jars. Seems simple enough, Sienna thought.

She launched the first ball and completely missed the entire group of jars. She heard Ian laugh behind her. She planted her feet, and then launched the ball again, as it crashed into all of the jars.

"Shit," she muttered.

"Well, hey, you have one more chance. Make San Diego State proud," Ian said.

Sienna concentrated, and then threw the ball again, this time tipping off the top jar.

"Holy shit! She won?!" Ian hollered.

Sienna screamed and was about to jump up and down, until she realized that probably wasn't the best thing in her condition. Instead, she put her hand on her belly and did a little dance.

The strange bearded guy handed Sienna a small elephant. For some reason, this prize seemed worth the ten dollars. It was really ugly, and smelled horrible, like it had been in the bottom of a bag sitting out in the sun for months. But regardless, she won it, and was proud.

They walked further along, until they came to the Ferris wheel. "Wanna try this? Seems slow moving," Ian suggested.

Sienna looked all the way up at the top. "Hmm, I guess it's okay." 

Once they were locked into their seats, Ian began talking. "So, Sienna, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I was wondering...um, well, I've known girls like you that went to our school. Pretty, cheerleading types. And well, I guess what I'm wondering, is how did you end up, you know, in this condition? Please tell me to mind my own business if I am being too nosey," Ian asked, pointing at her stomach.

"Well, I'm a volleyball type, not cheerleader," Sienna corrected, grinning at him.

Ian smiled, "That's right, I remember. You have a brain."

Sienna exhaled, "It's kind of a long story."

"That's okay, this old Ferris wheel averages about 5 minutes per turn, so I think we'll be up here a while."

Sienna began to explain her life to Ian, as he nodded every now and then. She explained about her mom and dad, Lori, Darren, Tasha and Chris. And of course, Brandon and their break-up. When she was done, she just knew that Ian would think her whole situation was crazy. Hell, she thought it was crazy at times. But Ian didn't seem shocked by anything she had divulged.

"So, he's a Navy SEAL, huh? What do they do?" Ian asked.

"Hmm, have you ever seen GI Jane?"

"No."

"What about Tears of the Sun? The Bruce Willis movie. It was directed by that guy who did Training Day," she asked.

"Oh, yeah, I saw that."

"Well, that's what my boyfriend, um, ex-boyfriend does," Sienna said.

"Whoa, that's pretty hard core."

"Yeah," Sienna said, feeling glum again just thinking about Brandon. She would have loved to have gone with him to the fair. She really needed to figure her life out. She wanted him, yet she pushed him away. What the hell is that?

Ian could tell she didn't feel like talking about it anymore, so he tried to change the subject.

"So, when do you get to see your friends again?"

"Thanksgiving. I'm so excited. I haven't been away from Lori this long EVER. I really miss her," Sienna said.

"That's cool. So you have the whole Thanksgiving Day thing with your family?" Ian asked.

"Yep, what about you, what are your plans?"

"Oh, my mom and dad don't believe in Thanksgiving...you know, the whole 'destroying the Native Americans' and stuff."

"Oh. So you don't celebrate it at all?"

"Nope. I'll be Big Mac'ing it that day."

Sienna knew she shouldn't have, but she couldn't stand the thought of someone spending that holiday alone. So even though she couldn't believe she heard herself saying it, she couldn't stop the words tumbling out of her mouth..

"You should come to our house on Thanksgiving, then. At least to just have a good meal," she offered.

Ian sat up straight. "Really? I mean, I'd hate to impose."

"Of course, and it's not imposing if I invited you."

"Perfect, then I'll be there."

Something told Sienna this wasn't the best idea in the world, but fuck it, everyone would just have to be okay with it.

When Ian dropped Sienna back off, she quietly tip-toed inside. She was dead beat and so glad that tomorrow was just Saturday.

She tried to quickly walk past her dad's study, but she heard him call her name. Shit.

"Hey, Sienna, where did you go?" he asked, as she peeked her head inside his study. He knew she was an adult now, and technically didn't have to answer him, but he would try anyway.

"Oh, I went with some friends to the Orange County fair. It was so much fun," she said, beaming from ear to ear.

"Sounds nice. Was it Tasha?"

Sienna knew where this was going. Her father wanted to know who it was, without directly asking her. She didn't feel like playing games tonight.

"No, daddy. It was a friend from school, Ian. And I also invited him for Thanksgiving, if that's alright?" she asked.

Jackson rested his elbows on his desk. Ian. This was taking a different turn.

"Ian, huh? So, he's just a friend, right?" Jackson asked casually.

"Yes."

Jackson stared at his daughter for a few moments. He felt that this new guy, 'friend' or not, would only cause problems. Why couldn't he run his daughter's life? "You know, I've invited Brandon to Thanksgiving dinner, of course. Might be wise to give him a little heads up about your friend coming," Jackson stated, and then returned to his reading.

Sienna cringed inside. That wouldn't be the best combination. PLUS, Chris and his family were joining them. Shit! But she couldn't un-invite Ian now. He looked truly happy that she had included him to begin with. And she knew what her father was getting at, but she WAS just friends with Ian. She wasn't romantically attracted to him. He was a really nice guy, who made her laugh, and time fly in creative writing class, but outside of that, her brain didn't dissolve when he looked at her, like it did with Brandon. Her skin didn't tingle and burn when he touched her, like it did with Brandon. She liked him as a friend, but she wasn't in love with him, like she was with Brandon. No comparison.

She groaned and made her way upstairs to go to bed. She would try to tell Brandon soon. But she didn't have the energy to do it now.

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

The next week, Brandon came to pick Sienna up for her doctor's appointment. He hopped out of his Jeep and opened the door for her. She slid into the seat and buckled up. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed riding in his Jeep. Especially in the summer, when he removed the top. They would speed down side streets on a sunny day, laughing and playing his music loudly, while her hair whipped around her face. She really did miss that. 

When they reached the facility, Brandon looked around the waiting room. There were a lot of pictures of smiling babies, mothers and fathers. And there were three other women in the room as well, and all of them looked like they were about to pop. He glanced over at Sienna. She was reading a baby magazine. Brandon was actually kind of nervous. He had never done something like this and he wasn't sure what to expect. He looked over Sienna's shoulder at the article she was reading. It was about Yoga vs. Pilates during your pregnancy. Whatever, they both looked ridiculous to him. 

Sienna whimpered for a moment and grabbed her stomach. Without thinking, Brandon placed his hand on her stomach as well.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, she just kicked me," she said, as she looked up at him, smiling.

"Want me to hit her back?" Brandon joked. Sienna laughed, and turned back to her magazine. Brandon stared at Sienna's profile. She really was amazingly beautiful to him. He still didn't know why a young woman like her would be remotely attracted to him. He felt he had nothing to bring to their relationship. He had always been pretty good at math, but he wasn't a brainiac like Sienna, who always wanted to be top of her class. He wasn't open and friendly with everyone. Or understanding. As a matter of fact, in his eyes they were complete opposites. But perhaps, maybe that's how it works.

"Sienna Branson?" the nurse said, scanning the room.

Brandon and Sienna both looked up. He grabbed her hand and followed behind the nurse. When they reached the examining room, Sienna sat up on the bed, while Brandon searched around the room and stared at the equipment. 

"What the fuck?" he muttered, while staring at the stirrups. "What does this do?"

Sienna laughed. "You lay back and put your legs on those."

Brandon shook his head. "Looks like you're about to jet to the moon in that thing."

As they were sitting there in silence, Brandon looked over at her. She had her hand resting lightly on her stomach, with her eyes closed. She wiggled around on the table for a second, and then looked over toward him.

"Is it uncomfortable? Being pregnant, I mean," Brandon asked.

"Um, sometimes. But most of the time I'm fine."

"Are you scared? Like when it comes to the delivery part."

Sienna thought about it, "Yes. It makes me nervous. I just don't want it to be too painful."

"Sienna, can I admit something to you?" Brandon asked.

"Sure."

"I, um, I think part of the reason I never wore a condom, was because, well, I think I kinda wanted this. I know that's horrible and very selfish on my part, since you are so young, and were headed off to school, but I just felt I should be totally honest with you about that. And I'm sorry."

Sienna laid there for a minute before she responded. "Well, I am just as much responsible for what happened as you are. I mean, I never really objected, so maybe I kinda wanted this to happen, too."

Brandon laughed.

"What?"

"I always knew I'd knock up the homecoming queen," he said, smiling.

Sienna laughed out loud too. She was glad he was here with her. She had been anxious before he showed up at her house, but now, she was more relaxed than she had been in a long time. The two of them were still laughing when Dr. Carlson entered.

"Hey Sienna, we—, oh, hi, I don't believe we've met," Dr. Carlson said, turning to Brandon.

"Oh, hey, Dr. Carlson, this is my, um, the, um, he's the--the father. Brandon," Sienna finally stuttered out, while both men stared at her waiting for her to finish the introduction.

Dr. Carlson smiled at him. "Well, I would shake your hand, but I'm about to examine her. But nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Brandon said. He hadn't expected her doctor to be a male. Plus, that salt and pepper colored hair wasn't fooling anyone, her doctor was much younger than he tried to appear.

After Dr. Carlson examined her, they began talking about her health and things she needed to do, or stop doing. Brandon sat back, watched and listened. He wanted to smile. He was so happy to be a part of all of this. He asked questions every now and then, and rubbed Sienna's hand.

After the appointment, Brandon and Sienna grabbed a bite to eat before the trip home. As they sat eating their food, Sienna knew she needed to tell Brandon about the 'extra' guest for Thanksgiving dinner. She hated to bring it up now, but Thanksgiving was a few days away, and she had to get it off her chest.

"Brandon, I, my father thinks it's a good idea that I tell you something. I, um, I invited a friend for Thanksgiving," she blurted out, while picking the sesame seeds from her bun.

Brandon looked up at her and stopped chewing.

"Um, he's in one of my classes, and he had nowhere to go on Thanksgiving, so, 

on a whim, I invited him to my dad's place."

He remained silent and stared at her. Sienna noticed his jaw twitch.

"So...I just wanted to let you know, so you won't be wondering who the hell he is. And again, he's just a friend from school. And it's only because his family doesn't celebrate the holiday."

Still, no emotion from him, other than the slow red creeping up his neck.

"Brandon?" she asked, putting her cheeseburger down.

"Yeah," he answered quietly.

"Um, well, that's all I was going to say."

"Okay," Brandon answered, and began to eat again. Truthfully, the food had lost its taste. He wanted to tell her 'oh, hell no, he's not coming', but he figured it was no longer his place. He could feel his breath quicken. He was trying hard to smother his temper. She actually had 'befriended' some guy? Oh, fuck, he couldn't go over there now. There's not a chance in hell he could sit in a house with Chris and this new guy without starting some shit. In a small way, he felt betrayed. She wasn't his girlfriend anymore, but at this point, they would always be connected and he was still fighting like hell to get her back. This was going to be a long holiday.

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

Thanksgiving Day rolled around sooner than anyone expected. The weather was still beautiful, and the wonderful smell of food filled the Commander's neighborhood. Sienna was greeting everyone as they entered the house. Lori had eaten earlier that day with her family, but she stopped by, and of course she and Sienna were inseparable again. Chris, his mom and his dad, had all shown up as expected. It was an awkward reunion, but Sienna was happy to see Chris was doing well. And Lori began flirting with him from the moment she saw him, almost like no time had passed at all. Darren, Tasha and Michael arrived with several pots and pans. John also stopped by. He was a SEAL and Terry's ex-friend, whose family lived in Maine, so he decided to come. Sienna remembered him from the bar months ago, but she hadn't been introduced to him. She hated that his first impression of her was that horrible night, but he seemed really nice, and greeted her like they were meeting for the first time.

Ian had come early, to help out in any way he could. Chris and Lori stared at him like he was a sideshow, and she could tell that Chris was going out of his way to make Ian feel uncomfortable. Chris, the ever little watch dog. How Sienna wanted to tell him that with her 'lion' she didn't need a 'watch dog'. 

There were so many people Ian was meeting, he was getting a little overwhelmed. Sienna had also introduced him to her father, Commander Branson. He was a big man, who kind of frightened Ian, with his hand shake. Commander Branson didn't say much to him, but welcomed him into his house. Ian had never been around men in the military before. His family were pacifists who didn't believe in guns, war, or any government, for that matter. 

Ian searched around the room for the one who could be the ex. He thought it best to steer clear of that one. He settled down beside Darren on the couch, while the food was being set up on the table.

"Hi, Darren, right?" Ian asked.

Darren wanted so badly to ignore this kid. But, he knew Tasha wouldn't be too happy with that.

"Yeah, you're Ian, Sienna's friend," he said, while tickling Michael.

"Yes. Um, so is her ex-boyfriend here?"

Darren gave a small sinister chuckle. "Trust me, you'll know him when you see him."

In the dining room, Tasha was finishing setting out the last of the food. "Should we wait for BT, or go ahead and let everyone start eating?" Tasha asked Jackson.

Jackson sighed and told her to go ahead and call everyone in to eat. Brandon had called him earlier that week and said he wouldn't be able to come. And as always, he was honest with Jackson and said he wanted everyone to have a great Thanksgiving, but with him there, with Ian and Chris, it wouldn't be so great. So he thought it best to stay away. Jackson had told him to keep the option open, and that he was always welcome.

As everyone started taking their seats, Ian grabbed the seat closest to Sienna. He noticed Darren staring at him, so he quickly looked away. Sienna purposely left the seat to her left, which was at the head of the table, open for Brandon, just in case he decided to show up. She really wanted him there, because it just didn't seem like Thanksgiving without him. He had been at nine straight Thanksgivings at her house. She started to feel guilty, because she knew why he wasn't there.

Ian watched as Commander Branson led them in a prayer. He looked around the table, while all of their eyes were closed and their heads were bowed. He wasn't familiar with prayer, other than what he had seen on TV. The more and more he thought about it, his family really were the strange ones. Everyone else seemed involved in these little traditions, even if they seemed silly to him, and they were fun. He was beginning to realize how much he had missed out.

But while they all had their eyes closed, Ian was the only one who noticed the large, dark figure lurking in the background.

After about forty-five minutes of sitting in his car, Brandon had finally decided to show up. He quietly walked into the dining room, and noticed they were already seated and saying the blessing. He scanned the seats until he located Sienna. His eyes then locked onto the young kid sitting beside her. The kid was the only one not praying and the kid's eyes widened when he saw him. Brandon tried not to glare, so he quickly found a seat at the end of the table, beside Sienna and opposite that of the Commander.

When they all were finished with the blessing, Sienna was the next to notice Brandon's presence. "Brandon!" she screamed, and quickly lowered her voice. She hadn't meant to seem so excited, but she was delighted to see him.

She leaned over to him and whispered, "I'm glad you came."

He smiled at her and removed his jacket. It was still bothering him that this kid was here. He scanned down the table and his eyes narrowed on Chris. He still wasn't through with that fucker, but it was a holiday, so he'd try to behave himself.

Others greeted him while Michael ran over and hugged him. He really liked that little kid. Someone who actually told him the truth ALL the time. It was refreshing.

Jackson caught Brandon's attention and smiled at him. Jackson then raised his glass for a toast. "I just wanted to say a quick toast of things I'm thankful for. First off, I'm thankful that all of you were able to show up safely. Old friends," he said, while tipping his glass to Chris's father, "and new friends," he said, nodding toward Ian.

"And I just want to say that I'm thankful for this wonderful young woman down at the end of the table. Sienna, my daughter, is a bright and caring young woman, who has had an extremely trying summer, but I'm so proud of where she is now and where she is going. I love you, baby girl."

Everyone agreed and smiled over at her. Sienna smiled back at her father, embarrassed by all of the attention.

She felt someone squeeze her hand underneath the table. She looked at Brandon and he winked at her. She smiled back. That one squeeze sent her heart soaring. 

Then Jackson turned his attention to Brandon.

"And Brandon. I met him a little over ten years ago, and can't seem to get rid of him," Jackson said, and everyone laughed.

"But I think this young man is amazing. He's loyal, honest, and I couldn't love him any more if he were my own. Glad you could make it, son."

Everyone around the table looked down toward Brandon. It was obvious to everyone that he and the Commander shared a special bond. Sienna felt tears form at the corner of her eyes, but she refused to let them drop. 

Jackson continued, "So anyway, those are just a few things that I'm thankful for." Everyone raised their glasses and took a sip.

After dinner, everyone settled into the den for the football game. Sienna looked around but she noticed that Brandon was missing. She hoped he hadn't left so early. She had wanted to talk to him, and just thank him for showing up.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 09



Chris had been really glad to see Sienna, but not so much the others. He had been extremely embarrassed at the hospital, and left two days after. He figured Commander Branson was probably disappointed in him for that little display.

But Sienna looked beautiful tonight, even though she was pregnant with that asshole's kid. 'She has to be crazy to willingly be tied to that psycho for the rest of her life' he thought, while zipping his pants. The bathroom downstairs had been occupied, so he wandered upstairs to his old guest room. Truthfully, he just wanted to get away from everyone for a while. Dinner had been miserable and exhausting.

Chris flushed and opened the door. He was about to step out of the bathroom when he froze. Brandon was leaning casually against the side wall, his arms folded over his chest and pinning Chris with his glare. Chris swallowed. The two stared at each other for a minute before Brandon spoke.

"You gonna let me take a piss, or you gonna hold up the fucking door frame all night?"

Chris quickly stepped to the side while Brandon walked in. Brandon was about to shut the door when Chris spoke.

"You know, she deserves better than you," he said in a low voice, with shaky confidence. Before the door slammed, Brandon caught it and opened it back up. Chris's eyes widened. Oh fuck, he didn't think that Brandon had really heard that. Brandon just kept staring at him...or through him.

"You know, I have a lot of respect for the Commander and it's a holiday. So I'm not going to start any shit with you today. But just know, I haven't forgotten a single, fucking thing you've done or said to me, and I owe you an ass whupping. And one day, you won't have Darren or Commander Branson to stop me, you little fucker," Brandon said cooly, while staring Chris down.

Chris's heart was racing. He hated that Brandon made him so nervous. Usually, most guys he knew, when you stood up for yourself or talked back to them, they realized that you couldn't be punked. But Brandon was so unpredictable, you didn't know if he was going to smile at something you said, or punch you in the face. Chris didn't know what else to say.

"Now, since I've made myself clear, I'd advise you to get the fuck away from me, before I forget that this is a holiday," Brandon stated.

Chris glared back at Brandon, but turned and walked away without saying a word. 

Back downstairs, Chris made his way outside to calm his nerves. On his way out, he noticed Sienna was engaged in a conversation with Tasha, so he didn't say anything as he exited the front door.

"How are you feeling, honey?" Tasha asked Sienna, as the two cleared the table.

"Actually, I've been a little tired today. But overall, I'm okay," Sienna answered, as she carried small dishes to the kitchen counter.

"You know, I can do this, you don't need to carry any of the heavy dishes anyway," Tasha scolded.

"Okay, I won't, but I want to help."

"So...are you okay with all the testosterone that's here?" Tasha said.

Sienna exhaled. She hoped that her plan to unite everyone didn't backfire on her. Everyone seemed to be doing okay, for now.

"Well, no bloodshed yet, so I think that's a plus," Sienna laughed.

Tasha laughed too. "And I'm glad Brandon decided to come. Seems like it would have been strange him not being here."

"Oh, totally. And Tasha, oh God, he looks so good!" Sienna moaned, while resting against the table. "I mean, I couldn't keep my eyes off him during dinner. I'm serious, I just wanted to sit on his lap and pretend nobody else was there."

Tasha laughed again. "Girl, you better get your hormones under control before you two end up with more kids than the Brady Bunch."

Sienna groaned. She really did need to tone it down, but she missed his touch so much.

"Sienna, go in there and have some fun with your friends and let me finish this up, okay?"

Sienna nodded and walked into the den to find Lori.

After a few more rounds of talking to Sienna's guests, Ian needed a breather from all of the heavy family bonding. He felt a little like an intruder, but many of them were really cordial to him. He finally escaped from the den and stepped outside, onto the deck. This family was very different from his. He did appreciate his family, because for the most part, they stayed out of his business and anything he asked for, they supplied it. But they weren't a "family" in the traditional sense of the word. Not like Sienna's. 

Ian walked to the railing and looked out into the backyard. The sun had gone down and it was now a misty, dark blue color that painted the sky. Ian felt someone watching him, so he turned to the side and saw Brandon. Or BT, whatever they called him. He was sitting on the deck railing, staring at him, with a cigarette tucked behind his ear.

"I heard those things can kill," Ian said, pointing up at the cigarette, trying to make small talk.

The guy just stared at him, and then slowly said, "You'd be surprised what can kill you." Somehow, Ian didn't think he was talking medically.

Ian nervously laughed. "So, you're the one they call Brandon? Or BT, which would you prefer?"

Brandon shrugged. "Either one, doesn't matter."

"What if I called you both?" Ian said, trying to alleviate the tense atmosphere with a joke.

Brandon just continued to stare at him. After a few awkward seconds, Brandon said, "You can try, but I might not answer."

Ian nervously laughed again. Time to change the subject. "So, um, are you excited about the baby?"

Brandon nodded. He pulled the cigarette from behind his ear, placed it between his lips and lit it. "So, you and Sienna go to school together?"

"Uh, yeah. We have creative writing together. She's amazing. All of her papers are so interesting."

"Yeah," Brandon said, narrowing his eyes.

"I mean, really, they are. She's a good writer," Ian said, answering him.

"No, I meant 'yeah', I know she is," he said, blowing smoke to the side.

"Oh."

Ian was scrolling through his brain over something to say, because Brandon just kept staring at him, as if he were sizing him up—as if there were any competition in that department.

"So, how hard is it to become a Navy SEAL? I've only seen things in movies. Hell, maybe I could be one?" Ian joked.

"Do you think you'd win a fight against me?" Brandon asked him seriously, while stomping out his cigarette and picking it up from the deck floor. He looked back up at Ian, who had a worried look on his face.

"Um, I highly doubt it," Ian answered truthfully.

"Well, when you think you could win a fight against me, then you would probably be ready to train as a SEAL."

Okay, this dude was really starting to freak Ian out. Brandon was so much bigger than him, and the fact that he was a Navy SEAL, only added to Ian's anxiety. 

"Okaaay, good to know. Sooo, I'm going to head back in, but it was really nice, um, talking to you."

Brandon nodded once in his direction and then looked over into the backyard. Ian took that as his cue to leave. Inside, he spotted Sienna talking to her friend, Laura or Lori, he couldn't remember. They stopped talking when he reached them.

"Hey, Ian," Sienna said, with a smile.

"Um, hey. Man, I just ran into Brandon...okay, that was intense!" Ian said, while wiping imaginary sweat off of his forehead.

Sienna grimaced, while Lori laughed. Damn, Lori had missed BT. She wished she could have drug him to Clark Atlanta to kick this guy's ass who had started spreading rumors about her. 

"Oh no, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Sienna asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. He was cool. Just a little scary," Ian laughed.

"Where is he?" Sienna asked, combing the room.

"He's out on the deck."

Sienna got up and left the den. Lori stared at Ian. Not really her type, but he was cute. "So," she started, "you like her too, huh? Well hop in line."

Ian smiled at Lori. He liked blunt people. "Actually, I think she's great, but I think it's clear to see that she's not interested in anyone other than him."

Lori winked at him, "Smart one, you catch on fast. Faster than that one," she laughed, as she pointed over to the corner where Chris sat sulking. Ian joined in with her laugh and sat down beside her.

Sienna made her way out onto the deck and saw her father talking to Brandon. She didn't want to interrupt them, so she was about to turn and walk back in the house, when Brandon called her name.

"Oh, hey, I didn't want to bother you guys while you were talking," she said, while rubbing her hand underneath her stomach.

Jackson laughed, "As if you could ever be a bother." Jackson walked over to Sienna, kissed her forehead and walked inside.

Sienna turned back around to face Brandon.

"Hey, gorgeous, come here," he softly commanded. Sienna walked over to him. He was sitting on the deck railing and staring down at her. 

"Can I sit too?" she asked.

Brandon hopped down and gently picked her up and placed her on the railing. He stepped in between her legs and locked his arms around her waist.

"You're not going to let me fall, are you?" Sienna joked, while looking over her shoulder at the short drop from the deck and then back at him.

"Do you think I would?" Brandon whispered, staring into her eyes.

Sienna couldn't take her eyes from him. It was as if, when he stared at her like that, it rendered her helpless and frozen. "No," she whispered back. She wanted so badly to lock her legs around his back, but she figured that would be way too compromising a position. She placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Did you enjoy dinner?" she asked, trying to keep their conversation light, since they were touching so intimately. But Brandon didn't answer. He just continued to stare at her. He then glanced down at her lips, and then licked his. Sienna couldn't stand it any longer. She leaned over and kissed him.

Darren had just shown Michael where the bathroom was when he passed by the kitchen sink window. His mouth almost dropped to see Brandon and Sienna kissing on the deck. He then smiled, and walked back into the den. Finally, was all he could think.

Sienna pulled away from Brandon. She had to get a grip on herself. "Brandon, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"Yes, you should have, and I'm definitely not complaining," Brandon said, smiling at her.

"There's just so much we need to talk about before, I mean, if we get back together, you know?" Sienna added.

Brandon exhaled. "Yeah, I know."

Sienna asked him to put her down so she could finish talking with everyone and say her goodbyes to those who were leaving. He watched as she walked back into the house. Yep, Brandon knew exactly what he had to do.

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Later that night, after all of the guests had left, Sienna stood in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She stared at herself in the mirror, as she completed the mundane task. Her shoulder length charcoal hair hung limp and wavy, due to her up-do she sported earlier. She had on one of Brandon's old shirts, striped panties, and knee high volleyball socks. She scrubbed the makeup from her face and walked down the hallway to her room.

When she entered, she was about to turn on her light, when she came face to face with a figure that towered over her. The figure covered her mouth before she could scream. 

"Sienna, I--," was all Brandon got out before her knee connected with his groin. He instantly released her and grabbed his balls. He felt an awful pain riding up his dick, that connected with his stomach and on through to his brain. Motherfucker! 

Sienna flicked on the light, to see Brandon bent over, with both hands on his nether region. His entire face had turned red.

"Brandon! Oh my God, are you okay?" she whispered, while rushing over to him. He tried to speak, but words escaped him. How had her tiny knee managed to obliterate his nuts? God, he felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes. Finally, after a few more seconds, he righted himself, and tried to smile at her.

Sienna's worried look soon vanished, replaced by a grin, which then turned into full blown laughter. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, so she wouldn't wake her dad.

"Glad to know it's funny," Brandon said, staring at her, with one hand on his privates.

"I'm sorry," Sienna choked out, while still trying to stifle her laugh. "What the hell were you doing?"

"I didn't want to startle you and have you scream and wake your dad up, so I thought I'd cover your mouth and then turn the light on, but obviously, I didn't get that far."

"I'm sorry," Sienna smiled at him. "But, what are you doing here? Did you climb through my window?"

"Yes," Brandon answered. Once the fire had quelled down in his boxers, he took in the sight of her. Damn, she looked so good in his shirt that stopped several inches above mid thigh on her. That, plus the knee high socks, made her look like a naughty school girl.

Sienna noticed the way Brandon was openly staring at her. Truthfully, it was starting to turn her on, but she tried to ignore that feeling.

"Well, why are you here?"

"You said we needed to talk."

"Now?"

"Yep."

Brandon removed his shoes and crawled onto her bed. Sienna stood there staring at him nervously. She was not about to have sex with him in her father's house. It was just wrong...and freaky, which she had to admit, also turned her on.

"Seriously, I just want to talk," he said, realizing her indecision.

Sienna slowly walked over to the bed and got underneath the covers with him. She realized this was the first time Brandon had ever been in her bed.

Brandon placed his hand around her shoulder, as she snuggled up beside him and rested her head on his chest. Her little round belly pressed into his side.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

"Yes."

Brandon rubbed her stomach and kissed her forehead.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Sienna asked.

"I want to know how you're doing," he said.

Sienna looked up at him and furrowed her brow. "I'm fine," she answered back.

"No, how are you really?" he asked again.

Sienna shrugged. She really didn't know how she felt.

"I just feel, I don't know, kinda like everything happened so fast, and we're both still adjusting. Some days I'm scared of being a mother and trying to complete school, and other days I'm so sure of myself."

Brandon nodded, and listened to her as she continued.

"I think about our lives, you know. Tasha said her only fear for me is that I fell in love with you at such a young age, that maybe I haven't had time to experience anything else. And I understand that, but with you, I feel like I've hit the jackpot. So why spend the next few years, you know, chasing a feeling with other people that I already have with you?"

"She's just trying to look out for you," Brandon said. But at that moment, he was so glad Sienna was strong minded.

"I know, but I also know what's good for me, and I don't have to be like other girls to be happy. I don't have to date ten guys in college, and ten guys after college, kiss a lot of frogs, to find my mister right," Sienna said. 

Thank God, Brandon thought. "So, what about the future? What do you want?"

Sienna snuggled closer to Brandon while she thought about it. "Hmm, I want to graduate from San Diego State. I want to be the best mom I can be. I don't have a map for that, but I think Tasha's a great mom, so I'll watch her closely. And...five years from now, I wouldn't mind having another baby. I'd like two kids. That would be perfect."

Brandon scoffed, "Two? Don't be a lightweight, we can do at least three, although I say five."

Sienna looked up at Brandon. "And what makes you so sure you'll be the father?"

"Oh, shit, you're right. Ever since you castrated me a few minutes ago, I guess I will have to reconsider the possibility that I might be shooting blanks now."

Sienna buried her head in Brandon's chest and laughed. 

"You know, I did that to Terry, too," Sienna laughed. But then she immediately regretted bringing his name into their conversation. She noticed Brandon tense up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It was stupid."

Brandon didn't say anything for a few seconds, and then tightened his grip on her.

"You know, I think about that sometimes. And when I started counting back how pregnant you were, I almost lost my mind again. I don't know if you know this, but you were one month pregnant when that shitbag tried to--," he couldn't even finish. The thought of that asshole yanking her off a bed onto her back and hurting her, pissed him off to a level he was trying very hard not to reach again. He really didn't want Terry in jail. He wanted to kill that fucker.

"I know, BT, but don't think about it. It's over with, and the baby is just fine. Better than fine, actually."

Brandon tried to ignore that feeling burning up his neck. "So, do you see yourself married?"

"Yes! And you can be the best man when I finally say, 'I do'." Sienna laughed, as Brandon nibbled the side of her neck.

"If you don't want your groom beat down, I suggest you keep me far, far away," he stated.

Sienna sat up and crossed her legs. "Brandon, do you think if we got back together, that we would last?" Sienna asked.

"We're a family now, Sienna. And I swear to you, I will do whatever it takes to keep us together. I know you're young, and I have a bad temper, but we can make this work. I'm in it for the long haul, one hundred and fifty percent. I would put the ring on your finger right now if you would have me. But since you know I'm ready, I want this to be on your terms. I don't care if it's one year from now, or after you graduate, or a few years after that. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere, ever again. You got me, woman! I finally have to admit it. Darren can officially call me a pussy."

Sienna raised herself and straddled Brandon. She couldn't believe he had just admitted that to her. 

"So, if we got back together, could we start slower? Like, dating first, then moving in together?"

"Absolutely. And I promise, if we date, I'll only go to third base with you," Brandon said.

Sienna laughed and leaned down to hug him. Okay, this just might work, she thought. She prayed it would.

The next morning, Sienna peeked out of her door. She could hear her father moving around downstairs. She stared back at her bed. Brandon was still asleep. They had slept beside each other, just cuddling, all night. She felt like she was in heaven again. But now, she had to figure out how to get him out of the house. Thank God, he had parked down the street.

She pulled on some shorts and walked downstairs. Her father was in the kitchen warming up some of the leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner.

"Hey daddy," Sienna said, yawning at her father.

"Hey baby, how are you?"

"I'm good. Smelled so good down here, I had to come see what you were up to."

Sienna noticed her father setting out three plates. "What's that one for?" she asked, thinking he was having company over.

Her father continued to re-heat food as he spoke. "It's for Brandon, whenever he gets up. Please tell him not to risk hurting himself by leaving through the window."

Sienna felt sick. Shit! Oh, she thought they had been so careful. Jackson looked up and smiled at his daughter. "You know, I'm the lightest sleeper. He's pretty quiet, but it was your constant laughter that woke me up, baby girl. And honestly, it had been a while since I heard you laugh, so I refused to interrupt."

Sienna walked over to her father and hugged him. She would never fully understand someone like him, but he was amazing. 

"So wake him up, and tell him to come on down. I have the guns locked up, so he shouldn't be scared."

Sienna laughed, and turned to head out of the kitchen. But then she stopped, after realizing that she hoped her father knew what happened, or didn't happen, for that matter. "You know we didn't do anything though, right, daddy?"




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 09



"I know," he whispered, as he turned his back and pulled a dish from the microwave.

Sienna smiled and ran upstairs to wake Brandon up.

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After Thanksgiving, Sienna felt her relationship with Brandon was reaching a new high. She still hadn't declared that they were 'officially' back together, but she could see it coming. And they had banned sex from their relationship until both of them could control their emotions, but damn, that was so hard. There were times when Sienna would literally jump on Brandon and try to pull his dick out of his pants. He'd be the one having to stop her. She knew it could also be due to the pregnancy. She had heard that, sometimes, being pregnant can make you horny. There was a lot of heavy petting and kissing some nights, that turned into blue balls for Brandon, and mood swings for Sienna. 

She had gotten so pissed at him for stopping one night, she asked him to leave his own house! She had been straddling Brandon, with her panties off and grinding up against his groin. 

"Oh, fuck, baby, that feels so good. Goddamn," Brandon moaned, as he ran his hands up over her belly and gently caressed her swollen breasts.

Sienna couldn't stand it any longer. She had to have him inside of her or she would die! No other option, not tonight. She knew it was her 'no sex' rule, but fuck that! She wanted him right now.

She began pulling his pants down over his hips, while he struggled to pull them back up.

"Please Brandon, you don't have to put it all the way in, just a little, so that's not technically having sex," Sienna begged, while rolling her hips back and forth. She was already soaking wet just by rubbing against him.

Brandon burst into a laugh. "Um, isn't that supposed to be the guy's line?"

"Please?!" Sienna begged again, while jerking his pants down.

She had no idea how close she came to getting it. He wanted to bury his cock balls deep into her so bad and have her screaming his name. BUT...he wanted their relationship to work even more.

He raised up and grabbed her hands. "Sienna...I love you."

Sienna leaned in to kiss him, "Yes, I know."

He restrained her, before their lips could touch. "No, you don't know. I. Love. You. And that's why I'm stopping," he said, as he gently lifted her from his lap and pulled up his pants. He blew her a kiss as he made his way to the bathroom for a cold shower.

Sienna leaned back against the bed and smiled. Oh, this was so going to be her future husband.

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Over the next few days, things had settled into a great routine with Brandon and Sienna. Something they never had before. During the week, he would take her to school, and pick her up, too, when he didn't have to be on base. Brandon would come over and eat dinner every night at the Commander's house. Then, on weekends, they would hang out with Darren, Tasha, Michael and John. Brandon had also relinquished the reigns from Tasha regarding accompanying Sienna to her doctor appointments. 

Sienna had remained good friends with Ian. At first Brandon didn't like it, but he learned to accept her friendship with Ian. And there was always his guaranteed comfort, that if Ian crossed the line with Sienna, he would break one of his tiny arms...or legs...or something. But Brandon didn't have to openly threaten Ian, because Ian always kept his distance with Brandon anyway, when he was around. Brandon appreciated that, considering that's more than Chris ever gave him. But despite that, Brandon couldn't remember a time that he had ever been this happy.

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After Brandon had dropped her off from class, Sienna walked past her father's study, and noticed him staring out of the window. She stopped to observe him and then walked inside.

"Daddy?"

Jackson turned around in his chair. He had so much weighing on his mind right now. He didn't want to burden Sienna with this new development, but he needed to get it off his chest, because for one of the few times in his life, he really didn't know what to do.

"Hey, baby. Do you have a moment?" he asked, as he removed his reading glasses and wiped his face.

Sienna looked at her dad's eyes. He looked like he hadn't gotten a good night's sleep.

"Of course, what's wrong?" she asked, sitting down in front of him.

"I have a little bit of a dilemma, and I wanted your advice."

Sienna nodded her head. It wasn't like her father to need advice. Usually, people came to him for his advice. She wasn't sure how she could help, but she would definitely try.

"I--, well, this is difficult, but I decided to do some digging into Brandon's background, against his wishes. But the only reason I did it was because I thought it could benefit him as a part of his healing process. But I'm afraid I got more than what I bargained for."

"What do you mean?" she asked, leaning onto his desk. For some reason, her father needing her advice scared her. Was something wrong with Brandon?

Jackson exhaled and leaned back in his chair. "Well, I was able find Brandon's aunt's phone number. Sara is her name, and she was listed in the white pages in Boston. I thought it was a long shot, perhaps a wrong number or that I'd find out she doesn't even live there anymore. But I called anyway. She was a crass, bitter woman, who was all too eager to tell me about Brandon. Apparently Brandon's mom was 19 when she had him, and when he turned 6, she left him with his aunt and uncle. But, Sara told me something, and I'm not sure how to process it."

"What, what did she tell you?" Sienna asked, on the edge of her seat.

Jackson paused for a few moments, then continued, "She and Brandon's mom, Kelly, had a falling out when Brandon was born, and they quit speaking. Well...," the Commander exhaled. "The falling out was over the fact that Kelly had slept with Sara's husband, Harold, several times, and he is the one who fathered her child." Jackson waited for Sienna to process that.

Sienna's brow furrowed. She repeated the words back over in her head until finally it clicked. "Oh, my GOD!!" Sienna screamed, while covering her mouth.

"Yeah," Jackson said.

"Oh, my God!" Sienna repeated, still not wanting to believe it. Brandon's uncle Harold was actually his father!! Oh, fuck! Brandon HATED his uncle. He had treated him so badly.

"Now, here's the problem I'm having. Part of Brandon's anger comes from the fact that he doesn't know why they were cruel to him. Maybe if he knows this, he will at least see why his aunt was cold toward him. Because every day she looked at him, she had to accept her husband's infidelity."

Sienna still had her hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe this. "Does Harold know? I mean, about Brandon being his son?"

Jackson shook his head. "Well, when Brandon was living with them, no, Sara never told her husband. But they divorced about four years ago, and she called him to rub salt in the open wound. So Harold knows now. Sienna, do you think I should tell Brandon?"

Sienna sat there shaking. Brandon had tried to kill his unc—father, years ago, and to this day, he said if he ever met up with him again, he'd beat him to a pulp. And now, that same man he hated...was the man who fathered him. 

"Daddy, I really don't know. I think it will hurt him. But maybe in the long run it will heal him...I don't know."

Jackson nodded his head. Brandon's progress had been phenomenal...and he feared this information would set his 'son' back. Now the Commander hated that he had opened Pandora's box.

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Thanks all and glad you were patient with me while I got this whopper of a chapter out. I hope to have chapter 10 out soon, but it will most likely be the conclusion of Damn Dress: A Love Story. And as always, I appreciate your votes and comments. Thanks!

--Soular 



Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 10



"I love you, Brandon. And you're the only one I--," she whispered, until his sudden kiss stole the rest of the words out of her mouth. 

Usually making love to Sienna was fast, hurried, needy, like there was no tomorrow. But tonight, after four months of tormented separation, he wanted to savor every second, every kiss and every touch. Brandon took his time making love to her. He couldn't take his eyes off her face. He wanted to remember every look of ecstasy that crossed her features. He knew this time around...he couldn't live without her. He had to make this work, no matter what. For his sake. For his daughter's sake. He loved this woman too much to ever let go again. Age be damned, pride be damned or any other obstacle that came their way. He was all in and he would fight for the three of them for the rest of his life.

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Sienna lay deep in thought, after their physical reunion together. She was mentally counting down the time when he'd have to leave. She hated this feeling. She welcomed Brandon's interruption from her awful thoughts.

"Have you thought of any names for her?" Brandon asked, lightly grazing his fingertips over Sienna's shoulder. 

"Hmm, I was thinking maybe I'll let you name her...if you want to," Sienna answered, staring at his profile in the dark. 

A huge smile spread across Brandon's face. Of course he wanted to. He kissed Sienna's forehead, "Thank you baby, I'd love to." 

Brandon lay there thinking about his daughter's name. A name that he would cherish for the rest of his life. He looked back over at Sienna, and she had quickly fallen asleep. He loved her. Plain and simple, as old as time. And there wasn't a single thing he wouldn't do for her or his daughter. He had resigned himself to believe years ago that he would never have an ACTUAL family. He never saw himself as a dad. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he could handle the responsibility. But at the end of this journey, in April, there will be a small piece of himself and Sienna that he will be able to hold. To love. And will love him back.

Brandon didn't mean to do it, because he didn't want to disturb her, but he pulled Sienna tightly against his body. She opened her sleepy eyes for a few seconds, but then she closed them back. Once she was close enough to where he could feel her heartbeat, he relaxed and closed his eyes. He figured it was his imagination, but he could have sworn he felt a third, tiny faint heartbeat as well. That calmed him even more and sent him crashing down into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Brandon was awakened by his noisy alarm clock. He wanted to throw that shit against the wall. It was screeching at him, almost mocking him and his short time he had left with Sienna. He finally turned over and the clock read seven thirty. Fuck. He had to be on base by nine. Before he could fall back to sleep, the delicious smell of cooking was wafting through the bedroom. He slowly got up, stretched and pulled on some loose fitting dark gray sweat pants. He marched to the bathroom to take a piss, wash his face, and brush his teeth. When he started heading down the hallway, the smell of food became more prevalent, and the sound of something sizzling filled the air. When he turned the corner, he saw Sienna scurrying around the kitchen. She had her back to him, so she didn't notice him casually leaning up against the wall, watching her every move. 

Sienna wanted to make sure Brandon had a magnificent 'going away' breakfast. She was happy he hadn't heard her leave this morning to go to the grocery store. He had hardly anything in his refrigerator, but since he ate most of his meals at her father's house, she guessed he really didn't need anything. 

She had just finished with the last pancake when she felt his arms glide around her full waist. A smile immediately spread across her face.

"Good morning, baby," she heard him whisper by her ear, and then lightly nibble on her earlobe. 

She turned around in his arms, rose up on her tiptoes, and kissed him. "Good morning," she said, when she finally pulled her mouth away from his. 

"Damn Sienna, I should leave more often," Brandon joked, staring at the massive breakfast she set before him. He sat down at the kitchen table and stared at her as she brought plate after plate over to him. 

"Don't joke about that. I don't want you to go, or I at least wish Darren was going with you." She looked back over at Brandon, and he was quiet. She wondered if he was nervous. 

"Are you scared?" Sienna asked, walking over to him. He looked up at her with an incredulous look. "No," he said, but then closed his eyes. 

"What's wrong Brandon?" 

"Nothing. I mean, I don't know. I just don't want to go. I want to be here with you," he sighed. "But don't worry about it, I'll be fine. Let's eat," he said, digging into his food. 

Seeing him sitting there all vulnerable made Sienna's heart melt...and her pussy tingle. Damn, she loved this man. She really wanted him to finish the breakfast she had worked so hard on, but she kept having to squeeze her legs tightly together, to quell the joyful wave riding up her lower region. Whatever, that's what microwaves are for. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom for round number two. 

After Brandon finally got to eat his 'going away' breakfast, they stood outside by the Jeep. Brandon was leaning his back against it, while Sienna had stepped in between his legs and rose up on her tiptoes for another kiss. She felt like she would dissolve as he wrapped his arms around her waist, and then lower to squeeze her ass. She moaned into his mouth. 

Brandon broke the kiss first. He leaned his forehead against hers. "Baby," he whispered, "I have to go." 

Sienna was dreading those words. Four simple words that held so much meaning. She wished he had the flu too. Had she been smarter and had more time, she would have gotten it from Darren, and purposely passed it to Brandon. Then maybe she'd be feeding him chicken noodle soup instead of watching him leave for a dangerous mission in the middle of...shit, she didn't even know where he was going. 

"Please tell me where you're going," she begged, as she clung to his shirt. 

Brandon bent down and licked her lips. "No," he said softly, and then unwrapped his hands from her waist. 

Sienna finally forced her hands to release his shirt. She had created huge wrinkles around his chest area, but she didn't care. She hated this part.

Brandon quickly kissed her once more, and then opened the Jeep door and hopped inside. He looked down at her and smiled. "By the way, I have the name for our daughter," he said. 

Sienna perked up. At least she'd hear a little bit of good news before he had to leave and her day, week, month...however long, would be miserable. 

"What is it?" 

"Well, I wanted a name that represents both of us. Kinda like that Brangelina shit, you know? So I came up with Siendon. What do you think?" 

Sienna didn't mean to do it, but she immediately crinkled her nose. Siendon. Um, he had another thought coming if he actually thought she would name her daughter that horrible name. She choked on the words. Siendon. What the hell? 

"Um, hmm...I'm not so sure that would really fit her, you know?" Sienna said in the nicest way she could. 

A crooked smile formed at the corners of Brandon's mouth. The expression she tried to hide from him for saying that name was priceless. 

"Baby, I was kidding. I thought of names that could match us together, but if Siendon was the best you thought I could do...damn, you have no faith in your man," Brandon laughed. 

Sienna exhaled loudly. "Oh my God, I really thought you were serious. Okay, so let's have it. What's the name going to be?" she asked anxiously. 

Brandon decided not to keep her in suspense any longer. "Brienna Heather Temple." He stared deep into her eyes to gage her reaction. But he relaxed when he noticed a huge smile spread across her face. 

Sienna loved it. Baby Brienna. Perfect. 

"Well, Brienna is a mix of our names, and your middle name is a flower. Rose. So I wanted her middle name to be a flower too. At first I thought of Lily, but for our child to run around with the initials B.L.T...didn't sit well with me. I can imagine the sandwich jokes now. So, Heather, the beautiful flower it was. I got mad skills, right?" 

Sienna laughed and leaned through the Jeep window to kiss him. "Yes baby, you do. I absolutely love it. I can't wait to tell daddy." 

"And to keep it from being too many 'ienna's' in our house, we can call her Brie for short," he said. 

"Damn, you really do have this all figured out," Sienna said, amazed. 

Brandon leaned through the window and kissed her sweet lips and said bye, before he slowly started to put the Jeep in reverse. Damn, he hated leaving, but he had to. He already missed her as he stared at her in the rearview mirror as he shifted gears and pulled away. 

Sienna turned her back. She didn't want to see him turn the corner down the street. She just wanted to go back inside and call her dad, Lori and Tasha to let them know of the baby's....Brienna's name. She was about to walk up the steps when she heard Brandon's Jeep engine growing louder. She turned around to see him heading back down the street and pulling into the driveway. 

He hopped out of the Jeep, ran up to her, kissed her again, then knelt down and gently kissed her stomach. When he raised back up, he kissed Sienna one more time. "I forgot to say bye to her," he whispered. Sienna just stared at him in amazement. Just when she thought she couldn't love him any more, he did something like that. Could you die from elation? He patted her on the butt and ran back to his Jeep. 

She watched him drive off for the second time, but this time she did wait until he pulled out of the driveway, and down the street past where she could see him. She stared at the empty street just a few moments longer, praying he would come back one more time. But he didn't, so she marched back up the steps and went inside. 

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On the fifth day of Brandon's absence, Sienna started to panic. She hadn't heard anything. Sure, he had been gone longer than this before, but for some reason this time was killing her. She begged Darren to tell her where he was. She felt just knowing that bit of information would calm her nerves. But Darren refused, ensuring her that he was fine. That Brandon was tough and he would come back. But the more Darren told her that, the more she was sure he was trying to convince himself. 

She tried to do everything to keep busy. In the middle of watching a program on TV, she would start to hyperventilate. She had never panicked this bad before. 

When she wasn't having hyperventilating attacks, she had asked her father to move her back into Brandon's house. She wanted to be moved in and settled when he got back. And although her father moved her things into Brandon's place, he insisted that she stay with him until Brandon did return. He also tried to tell her not to worry. But they didn't understand. None of them did. She would die without Brandon. She needed him, and every second, minute, hour of each day was slowly driving her crazy.

Every time her cell phone rang, she jumped and answered it, out of breath, praying that it was him calling to say he was back. But it never was.

Sienna thought hard about Brandon. Their relationship. From the moment she first ran into him when she was eight, until now. She thought about the ways he looked at her, like that night when she was on the dance floor at her birthday party. How sexy he looked in his brooding tall manner. She wondered if she hadn't worn that dress that night, and just wore a pair of jeans and a shirt, would she have sparked that possessive flare in him that caused this crazy whirlwind love affair. Would he have just smiled and waved as she approached? Told her happy birthday and just given her a hug. Would he have still seen her as the girl who had a crush on him? She owed a lot to that tiny dress. It was the catalyst that brought them together. It up'd her game and silently told Brandon she was also playing for keeps. 

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"You alright, man?" John whispered to him, tapping him once on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Brandon answered back, bringing his mind back to the task at hand. As always, he was thinking of Sienna and his baby girl. But he needed to concentrate. He and John had been tucked inside this building for six straight days crawling in and out of air vents. Thank God for Sienna and her 'shower therapy', he was finally able to breathe in small spaces. He and John had finally gotten orders to take out their target. In less than a minute the two of them would be barging in and unleashing hell. But their game plan had to be air tight. There was just the two of them, and five of the other. And if that wasn't hard enough, their main target was sleeping on the floor right above them, so this had to be quick and quiet.

He used to love going on missions. But now that he had a family, he dreaded it. He could understand now how some of the family men in his unit felt. When he was younger and dumber, he used to assume that those type of men were pussies. They'd kiss pictures of their wife and kids before they left, or complain about their life insurance policies if they died, what their family would and wouldn't get. Brandon wanted to tell them to shut the hell up and concentrate on the mission. That's what was most important. But now he realized, no it wasn't the most important thing.

Brandon screwed the silencer on the tip of his gun and made sure his Team knife was ready as well. Fifteen seconds. He saw an image of Sienna smiling at him. At that moment he felt sorry for those fuckers, because they were all going down. He WAS going back home, no doubt in his mind.

John tapped his shoulder twice for the signal, and Brandon lowered himself from the vent and quietly into the room...

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By the eleventh day, Sienna began having horrible nightmares. Nightmares of Brienna being born and not knowing her father because he had died in combat. After that night, she tried to sleep as little as possible. By that time, her father had to keep her from driving to base and cursing random people out until she got some answers about Brandon's whereabouts. 

She had longed for Brandon for as far back as she could remember. Night and day, her obsession for him never wavered. But deep in the recesses of her mind she did feel that maybe, just maybe, she would never get him. That he would always see her as a 'kid sister' type, and she would be miserable the rest of her life. But luckily, he HAD noticed her in a different way.

Sienna also thought about the things she loved about him. His deep voice and thick New England accent. The way he stood up straight from years of training in the military. His sea green eyes that seemed to follow her wherever she was. Those eyes would send chills up her spine, even if she were across the room. The way he was overpowering. It was tiring sometimes for her, but she wouldn't change that about him for anything. The way he dressed, in a simple t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. The way his hair felt as he snuggled beside her in bed, and buried his face into her neck. She thought back on the time when she had tried shaving him, and he kept kissing her, and ended up getting the shaving cream all over her face. That day they had made love right there on the bathroom sink. And his smile...that freaking beautiful smile that melted her heart. 

Tonight she would say an extra prayer on top of her normal prayer...just in case God was busy. Just a little prayer asking HIM to bring her man back home soon and safely. 

The next morning, Sienna trudged into the kitchen to fix herself a bowl of cereal. Day twelve and still no Brandon. She stood by the kitchen counter eating, while staring out of the window into the backyard.

Her father came in whistling. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead. He grabbed the morning paper and sat down at the kitchen table, blowing off his coffee and reading.

Sienna stared at her father. He seemed in a rather good mood, despite her somber presence. 

"You seem chipper today," she said to her father, stuffing another large spoonful of Cap'n Crunch in her mouth.

He took a quick sip of his coffee and blew again. He looked over at her and smiled. "Yep, I sure am," he said, and stared back down at his paper.

"Why?"

Jackson sat his coffee down on the table. He was definitely more excited than he cared to let on. But he didn't want to torture his daughter anymore.

"They just landed back on US soil ten minutes ago. He's back," Jackson said, a wide smile spreading across his features.

Sienna screamed and dropped her bowl of cereal. She ran over to her father and hugged him, almost knocking him out of his chair.

"Thank God!! When can he come home?!" she shouted in her father's ear, still holding on to him.

"Calm down, baby. He can leave base in about three hours. That should give you plenty of time to--," Jackson barely got the rest out, before she tore out of the room. He sighed when he heard the front door open and close. He shook his head and smiled. Now, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. His 'son' was back home safely. He took another sip of his coffee. Yes, he was going to have a good day today.

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Sienna was so excited! Brandon was coming home in three hours. 

She had rushed over to his house and immediately started cleaning. She had never really cared much for cleaning up, but since she had been pregnant, she started to become obsessive about it. Perhaps it was that nesting phase those pregnancy books talked about. She had to also cook some food, and she would probably not get through all of it by the time he came, but just as long as the house smelled like someone had been baking, all was good.

She had put on the cutest dress she could find...that would fit her. She had been in the middle of vacuuming, when Tasha dropped off Michael. Now that Darren was better, he and Tasha had been wanting to get out of her place and go on a date, so Sienna had offered to keep Michael for the afternoon. She wanted to cancel on them so bad, but since she had already promised, she figured Brandon wouldn't mind when he showed up. Although she warned Tasha that they had to pick him up in the evening, because she wanted her own little 'date' with Brandon.

Actually, Sienna knew that Brandon liked having Michael around. It gave them a chance to have a child in the house, and they had better start getting used to it. Michael was running back and forth from the living room floor to the kitchen, stealing icing from a cake she was in the process of baking for Brandon, and then back to his video game. She had asked him if it was good, and he just smiled a big snaggle-tooth smile at her and nodded his head. Gosh, he was so adorable. 

Sienna stared down at the cake. Truthfully, Brandon didn't even like sweets, but she felt she should do it anyway. He always said that she was sweet enough. 'Cheesy liar,' she thought with a smile. 

Sienna jumped when she heard the doorbell ring. Crap, that was sooner than three hours. She didn't stop for a moment to think that Brandon would have used his key. Instead, she darted for the door, icing on her hands, and flung it open, waiting to jump in his arms. 

But instead, she came face to face with a stranger. Sort of. 

Sienna's smile faded and she lost her breath. She knew exactly who this was. A large, tall white man with graying brown hair and piercing green eyes stood staring down at her. Yes, she knew who this was. She just didn't know how or why he was here. She was sure her mouth was wide open, but damn if she could close it. 




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 10



"Um, does Brandon Temple live here?" the large man asked in a thick Boston accent, stepping away from the door to read the numbers on the side of the house again. 

Sienna was still speechless. She felt Michael's body leaning up against her, as he stared up at the stranger. That finally snapped Sienna out of her trance. 

"Uh, um, yes, he lives here," she answered, not sure of what else to say or how much information to give him. 

"Oh, okay. Is he here now?" 

"No, he's gone, but will be back soon." Sienna wasn't sure what to do. The stranger just stood by the door. 

He looked down at her very unsure. He finally decided to extend his hand. "Well, my name is Harold McNeil. I'm a...a relative of his." 

"Yes, I know who you are," Sienna whispered and shook his hand. 

Harold took a step back and stared into her face for understanding. "Oh, okay," he finally said. After a few awkward moments, he spoke again. "Well I kinda came a long way to see him. Mind if I wait on him?" 

Shit! This is exactly what Sienna didn't want. She didn't want to be rude to him, but she knew that Brandon would not want him in his house. But maybe she could get him in, have him wait just a bit, and then pretend to receive a fake phone call that Brandon wasn't coming home. Yes, that way she could be nice, but still get him to leave. 

"Um, sure, come inside," she said. 

"Thanks. Man, you guys get some hot weather. It's December and it's still warm out. Where I'm from it's freezing right now," Harold told her, while stepping inside the house. 

Once inside, Sienna watched as he glanced around the living room. He then settled his eyes back on her, as if noticing for the first time. Slowly his eyes lowered to her stomach. 

"So, are you and Brandon...," he started. 

"Yes, he's my boyfriend and we're about to have a baby," Sienna stated. 

He glanced at Michael. "How old is your son." 

"Oh, no. I'm just baby-sitting. He's my friend's son. His name is Michael and he's six. Michael, come say hey to Mr. McNeil," Sienna said, trying her best to keep her voice light, although her mind was laced with concern. She needed to fake that phone call soon. 

Michael paused his game, and walked over to Harold. Michael stared up at him for a few seconds, before turning to Sienna and loudly whispering, "He looks like BT, Sienna." 

Both Sienna and Harold froze. Sienna nervously laughed, and pushed Michael back toward the living room so he could finish his game. 

"Would you like something to drink?" she offered. 

"Sure, um, do you have a soda or something?" Harold asked. 

"I have a coke, is that okay?" 

"Yes, thank you. Anything but the old liquid courage. I quit that stuff a few years ago, and got saved, you know?" 

Well, at least that was good. She figured drinking had been Harold's biggest problem in trying to raise Brandon. If you could call it raising. But she still really needed to get him out. She had to fake that cell phone call now! 

"So," he called out to her while she was in the kitchen. "Brandon's in the military?"

Sienna really wished he would stop asking questions. "Yes, he's a Navy SEAL."

Harold laughed out loud. "Well, I'll be. Never took him for one who could learn discipline, that's for sure. A SEAL, huh? Wow."

Sienna walked over to hand him his glass. "Thank you," he said, while staring at her. "Um, judging on the way you've been acting and looking at me, I assume you know that I'm Brandon's father, right?" 

"Yes, I know." 

"Do I really look like him? I don't really remember much about him. He left when he was a teen, but I never paid that much attention anyway," he whispered, staring into his drink. 

Sienna watched Harold closely. There were definitely resemblances. The hair and eye color, the same nose, about the same height and build. Yes, you could definitely tell they were related. 

"Yes, you do," Sienna whispered. 

Harold chuckled. "Ah, Kelly...," he muttered, as he sat deep in thought. "I'm sure he didn't tell you the most pleasant things about myself, right?" 

"Mr. McNeil---," Sienna started. 

"Harold." 

"Harold, I don't really think it's right for me to discuss any of this with you. And I think you should know that Brandon doesn't know--," Sienna stopped suddenly, frozen. 

The very thing she dreaded... was happening. She heard Brandon's Jeep pulling into the driveway. Shit!!!!! Damn it!!!!!! 

She immediately rushed to the door, and as soon as she snatched it open, she saw him bounding up the steps. He looked extremely tired, but he smiled when he saw her. He dropped his duffel bag, and leaned in to kiss her. 

"Damn, I missed this," Brandon said as he tried to roll his tongue into her mouth, but she turned her head away and nervously looked back into the house. 'What the fuck?' Brandon thought, trying to look at her face. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" Brandon asked, starting to get a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. A strange, unsettling feeling. This was not the homecoming he was expecting.

Sienna turned back to him. "Baby, please, I didn't mean anything by it. It was all a surprise, please believe that," she begged, as her nervous eyes darted back and forth. 

Brandon didn't know what the fuck was going on, but she was freaking him out. He tried to follow her eye path, but the door was obstructing his view. He immediately tensed. 

With one hand on Sienna's waist, Brandon slowly pushed the front door completely open with the other hand.

MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!

Brandon slammed the door closed. He backed up and looked at the numbers on the side of his house. He knew this wasn't his fucking house. He knew that motherfucker wasn't standing in his Goddamn house.

Brandon exhaled, and put his hands behind his head. He slowly walked down the steps. He closed his eyes and tried every method he could think of to calm his temper. He tried to count backwards, the thought of butterflies and clowns, fucking Lamaze breathing, anything to keep himself from shaking and his mind from hitting homicidal ideas. Then he thought of Brienna. Brienna...

Brandon slowly turned around and stared up the front steps at Sienna. He walked back up and stopped in front of her.

Sienna was so nervous. Her eyes began to water, and she bit hard into her bottom lip, until it started bleeding. She looked up at him. He was staring at her and breathing hard. He leaned down and kissed her bruised lips, licking the metallic tasting blood off. Then he turned from her and walked into the house.

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When Brandon entered, he kept his eyes on his uncle. He couldn't believe that motherfucker had the audacity to show up at his place. He hadn't seen his uncle or aunt since he was seventeen years old, and that was just fine with him. Brandon's entire body was tightly coiled. He finally unlocked his jaw, and turned his attention to Michael, who was sitting on the floor, staring back and forth between the two men.

Michael was a precocious child, and he knew that something was going on underneath the surface. Brandon looked upset, Mr. McNeil looked sad, and Sienna looked like she was about to cry. Yes, something was definitely wrong.

"Hey Mikey, what are you playing?" Brandon asked breaking his evil stare from his uncle and kneeling down beside Michael, while trying to keep the malice out of his voice.

"Um, I was playing NBA 2K9. Wanna play?" Michael asked, offering Brandon a controller.

Brandon smiled at him. "Nah, I'll take a rain check. But can you do me a favor?"

Michael nodded.

"Can you go for a ride with Sienna really quickly?"

Michael nodded again, and stood up. He walked over to Sienna, who he noticed had a confused look on her face.

Brandon walked over to them. He leaned down and whispered in Sienna's ear. "I don't want him to hear what I'm about to say, so can you take him for a ride? I'll call you when the coast is clear, okay?"

Sienna looked over at Harold, and then back to Brandon. "Brandon, do you want me to call Darren or my dad? Are you sure you'll be okay here?"

Brandon nodded his head, and then turned his attention to Michael. "Keep your hands off my girl," Brandon teased, and shook Michael's head with his hand. Michael laughed and nodded his head again.

Michael practically pulled Sienna out of the door. She couldn't take her attention away from Brandon. But finally, she sighed, and got in her car and drove away.

Brandon exhaled as he watched them pull out of the driveway, and then he turned his attention to the other man in the room.

"What the fuck do you want?" Brandon spat out.

Harold opened his mouth, then closed it back. Then he finally spoke. "Well, I wanted to see how you were?"

"Why do you care? Alive, dead, jail or fucking president, why would it make a difference to you?" Brandon said, trying extremely hard to not lose his cool.

Harold sighed. "I see that you still harbor a lot of past feelings. I guess I should tell you I was saved a few years ago and—," Harold started.

Brandon chuckled. "You see that I still harbor a lot of past feelings," he repeated, shaking his head. 

"Brandon, I was not a pleasant person back then, and I'm sorry about that. I came here today to make up for it."

Brandon laughed. "Make up for it?! You are out of your fucking mind. At this point, I have nothing else to say to you, so get the fuck out of my house."

"Brandon, I don't really remember all of the things I did back then, but I've been saved since then, and I—," Harold tried to say, before Brandon cut him off.

"Your being saved doesn't really do a damn thing for me. Because even if you were too fucked up to remember, I remember. Oh, every little detail is engrained into my brain. Let's stroll down memory lane since you can't remember. Do you remember beating the shit out of me every other night? Maybe you remember me spitting up blood in the fucking bathroom because you broke my rib. Or locking me in a closet all day with no food or water? You did that quite a few times. Want me to go on?"

Harold hung his head. He honestly didn't remember some of those things, but unfortunately, a lot of it he did.

"My own fucking hell hole for eleven years!! You probably don't remember half of the shit you did, huh? You pulled a fucking gun on me when I was ten! A scared ten year old, crying and about to piss myself because I thought you were going to kill me. So fuck you, and your sorry assed, half-hearted attempt at redemption. You ain't getting anything from me."

"Brandon, I'm your family."

"No, hold the fuck up. Just because you're married to a woman who's my mom's sister, doesn't mean we are related. You aren't my family and you never were."

Harold stood there amazed. Brandon really didn't know.

"Oh, I thought you knew?"

"Knew what?"

"They didn't tell you? I mean, I figured your girlfriend would have told you."

"You don't know shit about her, so leave her out of all of this."

"Brandon, uh, shit...," Harold started. He placed his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground. "Your mom and I had a short relationship before you were born." Harold looked back up at Brandon. "I'm, well, I'm actually your father."

Brandon stood there for a moment staring at Harold before he said, "Get the fuck out!"

"Okay, but before I go, I just wanted to show you this." Harold nervously flipped through his billfold and pulled out a picture. He tried to give it to Brandon, but when he didn't accept, Harold held it up for him to see.

"Um, this is my family. Your aunt and I divorced years ago, and I have new family now. This is my son and daughter. They are four and two. I'd really like for them to meet their older brother one day, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Brandon kept running over and over in his head what his uncle had just said. 'Father'...no fucking way. Brandon just stood there staring at him, taking in his physical appearance. The height, the eye color, the face...shit, he was going to be sick. There was no way. No fucking way. He started shaking. Everything in him wanted to propel his body forward and beat the shit out of his uncle.

Harold glanced up from the picture of his family, to Brandon. He seemed like at any moment he would charge at him. Like a bull, and Harold was the red cape.

"Brandon, I didn't come here to upset you. I'll leave now. But I thought someone would have told you about me. That's kinda how I found you."

Brandon continued to stare at him. "What?"

"Well, some guy called your aunt and said he was a friend of yours from California, and he was asking questions about where you grew up. Your aunt told him everything, and then she called to tell me that someone had been snooping around. Well, I figured that meant you were in California, so I just looked you up." Harold hesitated before he said the last bit. "Your girlfriend knew who I was, so I assumed she had told you. I'm sorry."

"You have three seconds and this is the last warning," Brandon whispered, balling his fists tightly.

Harold sighed and stared over at his son. He slowly went to grab his coat. As soon as he walked out of the door, he turned back around. "Congratulations on the baby and--"

Brandon didn't wait for him to finish that sentence before he slammed the door. He leaned up against the door and finally unclenched his fists. That took more will power than he thought he would ever have. But then again, he didn't pull the trigger on Terry, so maybe he was mentally stronger than he thought.

His father? Brandon didn't know what he felt at the moment. It was a strange mix of hate, disbelief and confusion that had his head cloudy and his stomach in knots. A part of him wanted to rip the door open and beat the shit out of Harold, but another part of him knew that wouldn't solve anything. He'd still feel exactly the same, only more pain due to bloody knuckles. No, he knew he had to let it go...no matter how hard.

Sienna had driven around for about an hour and still no word from Brandon. She was sure that dinner had been ruined. She had completely forgotten to turn some of the pots off. She tried calling Brandon's cell, but he wasn't answering. She started getting nervous. She figured she would have a lot of explaining to do when she got back. Shit.

Michael was asleep in the back seat when Sienna pulled up to Tasha's house. Luckily, she arrived a few minutes after Darren and Tasha had returned from their date. Sienna quickly explained to them what had happened, and why she was dropping Michael off a little early. 

Darren held a sleeping Michael in his arms when he asked her, "Do you want me to go over there with you? You think he's okay?"

Sienna really didn't know, but she didn't want to make it worse. "No, it's fine. Thank you," she said, as she got back in her car and headed home.

It was dark by the time Sienna pulled into the driveway. When Sienna entered the house, at first she couldn't see, but then she turned on the lights and noticed Brandon sitting on the couch with his head tilted back.

Sienna moved toward him, but stopped when he began to speak.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Brandon asked, staring at the ceiling.

Sienna didn't mean for it to, but her explanation came out in a rush of words. "Oh, Brandon, I'm so sorry. Daddy thought that he could help you by--by learning about your aunt and uncle, but we learned more than either of us imagined. When he--he told me about your father, we didn't know what to do. We didn't know if we should tell your or not. I think he had planned on telling you, but Harold showed up before he could," Sienna spewed out, not taking a breath, while Brandon got up and started walking towards her. 

She continued. "He thought if you knew WHY your aunt treated you that way, then it would help you. And well, we guessed Harold did it because he was just following what his wife was doing. We really didn't think--" was all she got out before Brandon covered her mouth with his hand.

"It's okay. I'm not mad. I know if you or the Commander did this, you both thought you were doing it for my own good. I know you meant no harm, okay."

Sienna's wide frightened eyes calmed down. She stared up at him, and nodded her head with his hand still covering her mouth.

"I love you, you know that?" Brandon asked her.

She nodded her head again, as a single tear rolled down the side of her face into her hairline as she stared up at him. He removed his hand and kissed the trail where the tear fell. 

"I love you, too," Sienna whispered, as he bent down and kissed her lips.

For Sienna and Brandon...all was forgotten, including dinner, as he led her to their bedroom. All that mattered at this moment was that he was back home with his girl. No past demons would ruin his homecoming with his 'family'. 

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

"Hey guys!" Tasha yelled, waving her hands. Sienna waved back and grabbed Brandon's hand as they walked into the elementary school together. 

"Where's Darren?" Brandon asked.

"Oh, he's backstage giving Michael a pep talk. He was really nervous in the car," Tasha said.

Sienna couldn't wait to see Michael in his little costume. She and Tasha had worked on it together. Michael was playing Claude in the school production of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. He was so surprised and excited when he got the part. Tasha had invited Brandon and Sienna to see the play. This was all new territory for them. And for Darren.

When they walked into the school, Brandon started laughing. 

"What?" Sienna asked.

"Oh my God, look at how small all this shit is," he said, pointing at the tables, chairs and water fountains.

"Brandon! You can't curse in here," Sienna chided, as she looked around to see if anyone had heard him.

"Oh, fuck, sorry," he said, practically squatting to sip from the fountain. Sienna just rolled her eyes.

When they entered the auditorium, Tasha ushered them to their seats midway down. When they sat, Brandon noticed Darren quickly rushing from backstage and down the steps with a huge smile on his face.

"Little man is all set. And um, he specifically asked if you were here, Sienna," Darren laughed.

"I told him to watch it," Brandon muttered, placing his arm around Sienna. Brandon stared over at his friend. This was the happiest he'd seen Darren in a long time. He knew it was all thanks to Tasha and Michael. 

When the lights went down and the curtain went up, Sienna squeezed Brandon's hand. She leaned over and whispered, "In five years, we'll be doing this. I'll be that neurotic mom praying everything goes okay, and you'll be the dad with the camcorder attached to your head."

Brandon smiled back at her, "I hope so."

The play was funny and sweet. But even more so than the actual play, the kids were hilarious. One kid couldn't remember his lines, and another kid kept yawning every other minute. Brandon kept snickering at this little girl who apparently was taught by someone if you want to be heard, be loud. She was screaming all of her lines. You could see the teacher on the side of the curtain trying to whisper certain things to the students, not realizing the audience could hear her. But Michael was brilliant. He had the most beautiful smile of any of the kids on the stage. And after every other line he delivered, Brandon and Darren stood up and clapped and whistled for him. 

Tasha shook her head and leaned back while the guys stood. She taped Sienna on her shoulder. "Get used to it, because I have a feeling this is how it's going to be when Brienna is in school," Tasha laughed.

Sienna shook her head and placed her hand over her face. When the play was over, all of them rushed over to Michael and told him how wonderful he was. And Brandon laughed even harder when Darren told him that girl that had hugged Michael when he pushed her off was the little white, freckled faced girl who had been screaming all of her lines. Sienna had to laugh too. The little girl was so cute. She looked like a little cabbage patch kid. She had come over to their group and said 'hi' to Michael.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 10



Brandon whispered to Darren, "She's not shy at all, is she?" Darren laughed.

Michael wasn't so happy about that. He buried his head into his mother's side. "Michael, don't be rude. Say hey," Tasha said, trying to conceal her own smile.

"Hey," Michael said with a pout. The little girl smiled her big cabbage patch smile and raced off to find her parents.

As the parents started to meet with the different teachers about how their child was performing in school, Brandon and Darren talked about football with another father, and Sienna stayed by Tasha's side, as she was introduced to different mothers. Sienna watched Brandon from a distance. She loved his body, with or without clothes, this man was fine as hell. She watched as he laughed about something Darren must have said. And seeing him semi-dressed up like this was turning her on. He was wearing a dark blue button down dress shirt, black blazer, jeans and his signature white sneakers. Sienna's eyes were completely devouring him. She couldn't help herself. She started getting wet.

Brandon took a sip of his drink and scanned the room looking for Sienna. He spotted her over by a group of women. She was staring right at him, with THAT look on her face. He almost choked on his drink.

Sienna hadn't meant for him to catch her staring, but now that she had his attention, she couldn't take her eyes away. She noticed a small, predatory grin spread across his lips. That was all the signal she needed.

She excused herself from the group and walked out of the small auditorium. Once she was in the hallway, she waited. Almost a minute later, Brandon exited. She grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway. They went inside a classroom, and Sienna searched for a closet or something. Finally, she saw another door. She pulled him toward it, and bingo...it was a large supply closet. She turned around and immediately attacked him.

Brandon hit the wall as Sienna grabbed him and began pulling his jacket off and kissing him. Damn, she was bossy as hell now that she was pregnant, but he kinda liked it. He never thought he'd like being pushed around by a woman, but it was really starting to turn him on. He felt her unbuckle his belt and reach into his pants.

Sienna watched as Brandon closed his eyes. She was slowly massaging his dick, and she couldn't wait to have it inside of her.

"Damn, Sienna," Brandon whispered, with his head leaning back against the wall. 

It only took a second for him to get completely hard. Sienna reached down and started to work her panties down her legs. Brandon reached down and helped her pull them off.

"Turn around," he commanded in his sexy Boston accent. When she did, he lifted the back of her dress and rubbed her plump rear-end. Brandon placed his hand underneath her and found her slick entrance. Her pussy was already soaked. He inserted two fingers and smiled as he heard her moan. She started to rock herself back onto his hand. He reached around to her chest and snuck a hand down the front of the dress. Her nipples were rock hard. He lightly squeezed on them, and she moaned again.

Sienna couldn't think straight. He felt so damn good. She instantly pouted when he removed his hand from inside of her. But then she quickly got over it when she felt the tip of his solid erection slowly enter her pussy. Sienna couldn't help herself, her moans turned into loud pants.

"Sshh, baby," Brandon whispered, as he slowly pulled in and out of her tight love nest. He softly bit her neck and started to pump harder and faster. He knew that was the way to make her come. He slowly slid his other hand from her chest to her stomach, He wanted to make sure she wasn't pressing herself too hard into the counter, and hurting the baby.

Sienna couldn't control herself. Brandon felt so damn good. She started to feel her pussy quivering and her head and toes tingle. She started coming.

"Ohh! Brandon, Oh my God, I can't--," she screamed out before Brandon covered her mouth and gently laughed in her ear. Sienna pushed her ass backwards toward Brandon, and he moaned. She let him pound harder and harder into her until he came and leaned against her back. Before Brandon pulled out of her, he started to laugh, and then Sienna joined in with him. Here they were fucking in an elementary classroom. They were pitiful. 

When Brandon and Sienna made it back to the main auditorium, most of the guests and faculty had started filing out. They found Tasha and Darren. Tasha was letting Michael spend the night with a friend of hers, whose son was having a birthday sleepover, packed full of video games and candy.

With Michael gone, the four of them decided to have a night out on the town. Brandon and Sienna followed Tasha and Darren back to her house and then they hopped in Brandon's Jeep. Tasha and Sienna sat in the back, and Brandon and Darren in the front so they could shit talk each other about everything under the sun. 

"Are you kidding? Pierce had Kobe running like a little bitch," Brandon taunted.

"Whatever, next year, Lakers are gonna take it home. Celtics can kiss my ass," Darren replied.

"As long as they bring that title back to Bean Town, I don't care who's ass they kiss. Fuck Kobe and fuck the Lakers...they can kiss my white, Irish ass."

"The Celtics and the Lakers suck, so there. Now turn the music on," Tasha stated as Sienna laughed.

"Oh, remember this one?" Darren said, as he hooked his iPod to the stereo and began playing 'Juicy' by Notorious BIG. Brandon and Darren immediately went into rapping the song, switching off every other verse. Tasha even joined in on the chorus. Sienna felt a little embarrassed that she didn't really know the song. Rap wasn't something she was familiar with.

"Damn, I hadn't heard that in years," Brandon admitted. "Fuck, how old were we when that came out?"

Darren thought about it. "I think I was just going into high school, so fourteen or fifteen, right?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Brandon said, reflecting on where he was at that age. 

"Hey, Sienna, did you know that song?" Darren asked, turning around to pick at her.

Sienna smacked her lips at him. "I mean, I kinda heard it before, but no, I didn't know it."

Darren burst out laughing. "I think that's because you were like four or five when that came out."

Brandon started laughing, but then he stopped Darren. "Hey man, don't laugh at her. She can't help that. Baby, what do you want us to put on for you? Jonas Brothers or Chris Brown, something like that?"

"Ah! Fuck you!" Sienna yelled, as she hit Brandon in the back of the head.

Brandon, Tasha and Darren burst out laughing. "No, I don't have that, but Sienna, I might have the soundtrack to High School Musical," Darren said, grabbing his sides from laughing so hard.

"Okay, forget all of ya'll," Sienna said, trying to hide her own laughter. "Besides, that only makes YOU look bad, cradle robber," she said, smacking the back of Brandon's head again.

"Speaking of cradle robbers, did I tell you what Michael said?" Darren asked.

"No," Brandon answered.

"I told him that Sienna was going to have a girl and her name is Brienna, and he said that would be his girl."

Sienna and Tasha laughed. Michael really was just adorable.

But Brandon didn't laugh. "Hmm, well tell him if he values all of his little digits, he'll wipe that thought clean from his head."

"BT, don't threaten my baby!" Tasha laughed. 

"All I'm saying is my daughter won't be allowed to date until she's thirty, so he will have a long way to wait," Brandon said, more seriously than he wanted to admit. He just couldn't find that as amusing as the others did. 

"So where are we going, exactly," Sienna asked.

"We wanted to do something fun tonight, so we're going to Greene Bowling Alley and Arcade," Darren answered.

"Isn't that place for kids or something," Sienna said.

"During the daytime, but at night, they kick anyone under twenty-one out."

"Oh, great. So keep rubbing it in my face," Sienna teased.

"Baby, don't worry. We know the guy who owns it. He lets anyone in the military in and we get to bowl for free. You'll be fine," Brandon assured her, as he peered into the rearview mirror and flexed his eyebrows at her. Sienna laughed and blew him a kiss. 

When they got to the bowling alley, Brandon got them a table near the arcade. Darren and Brandon were both about to take off to get their lane when Tasha stopped them.

Tasha hated busting their balls, but men were too funny sometimes. "Okay, I hate to bring this up...but you know Sienna can't bowl, right?"

Brandon and Darren stared at her, then at Sienna, who was trying to hide her smile.

"Why not?" Darren asked, while Brandon shook his head. He got it now and he felt like an idiot.

"Because she doesn't need to carry around that heavy ass bowling ball AND she could slip on the lanes," Tasha explained.

"Oh," Darren said. "Well, damn. I wish I you would have said something. We can go somewhere else."

"No, I didn't want to ruin your fun. I'll watch. I'm fine."

"Well, since you two aren't bowling, I'm heading to the arcade. Mind watching the action in there?" Brandon said, bending down to kiss Sienna.

Brandon and Darren made a bee line for the air hockey table, while Tasha and Sienna followed behind.

Tasha was laughing so hard, "You two are a mess. Grown ass men playing a kid's game."

"You ready, Celtic waterboy?" Darren asked, stretching his elbow.

"Pussies first," Brandon said, as he slid the puck to Darren.

Darren placed the puck at the tip of his handle and slammed it to the other side of the air hockey table. Brandon blocked and shot it back toward Darren's goal.

Sienna just shook her head watching the two of them go back and forth. And people had the nerve to question her age. Both Darren and Brandon looked so serious as they smashed the poor puck to the opposite side. Brandon won the first game, but Darren asked for a re-match because he was distracted. While they argued back and forth, Sienna tapped Tasha's shoulder.

"I have to run to the restroom."

"Want me to go with you?" Tasha asked.

"No, it's okay. I'll be right back," Sienna said, as she quickly wobbled off to the women's bathroom. As she made her way down the narrow dimly lit hallway, she thought of how nice it was that the four of them were hanging out. She wished Lori could join them. But Lori would never want to be the fifth wheel. Sienna hoped that Lori would find some nice guy at school...someone she wouldn't cheat on.

When Sienna was done, she washed her hands and opened the bathroom door. As she was exiting, she crashed into a tall figure, who caught her in his arms before she would have fallen.

"Damn, sorry little lady," the voice said, and Sienna froze. She knew that voice. As a matter of fact, she could never forget that voice, even if she wanted to. She slowly glanced up to find Terry hovering over her. When he saw her face, he immediately let go of her as if she burned his hands.

Sienna didn't know what to do. Her voice didn't seem to work. Neither did her arms or legs. Her legs felt like jello, and she was a deer in headlights. She noticed his scarred blue eyes were quickly scanning the area. No doubt looking for Brandon.

"Um, hey Sienna," Terry said, turning back to her. Sienna still couldn't speak.

"I uh, um...shit. Is BT here?" he nervously asked.

Sienna just nodded her head.

"Fuck," Terry said, grabbing the back of his neck. "I'll go. Alright, um, just don't tell him I'm here, okay?"

Sienna finally found her voice. "I won't," she managed to squeak out.

"Thanks," Terry said, as he quickly left the hallway.

Sienna stood there a moment. She had wondered what she would do if she ever saw Terry again. Well, now she knew. She'd stand there in complete and total shock. But she knew she had to calm her nerves before Brandon saw her. He would definitely know there was something wrong, and she wouldn't want to lie to him. 

When she walked back out into the arcade, she scanned the room looking for Terry. She had hoped that he left immediately, but unfortunately their table was by the exit. Brandon, Darren and Tasha were all sitting at the table, laughing.

When she approached, Brandon slid out to let her in. Sienna knew that Terry was probably still in the building. She had to get Brandon away from the exit.

"Hey BT, can we play a game?" she asked.

"Of course, baby. But don't cry when I beat you," Brandon said, winking at her. Sienna smiled and grabbed his hand. She led him over to the main arcade floor.

They scanned a few of the games until Brandon stopped in front of the race car video games.

"Come on, baby. Be my driver," Brandon said, as he pulled Sienna toward the race car seat and sat down. Sienna giggled as she parked herself on his lap.

"Brandon, this game's a stick shift, I can't drive those," Sienna said concerned, turning around to look at him.

"Baby, I doubt this game actually moves, so I think you'll be okay," he laughed at her. "Okay, now just grab the stick."

Sienna turned back around with pure determination on her face as she reached for the gear shift.

"Oh, not that stick, baby," Brandon teased, as he nibbled her ear lobe.

Sienna swatted his leg, "Stop being dirty, your daughter can hear you," she laughed.

Brandon placed both of his hands on Sienna's stomach. "Close your ears, Brienna. I have plenty more where that one came from." Sienna laughed and scooted into his lap even further. Brandon moaned.

"Okay, now choose a car," he said, getting his mind back in the game.

"Hmm...what about this one?" Sienna asked, pointing at the Blue Escalade.

"Hell no. If you want to go fast, you need something red and low to the ground," Brandon said, turning the wheel to highlight a red Lamborghini. Bingo.

As soon as they started the game, Sienna was crashing the poor car all over the place.

"Damn, watch out, Sienna. Don't hit pedestrians. You know, the objects shaped like people," Brandon said, trying to help her guide the wheel while shifting the gears.

This was much more fun than Sienna had anticipated. She had to admit she was horrible, but it was good practice for learning how to drive Brandon's Jeep.

"That's it, baby, just keep the car on the--," was the last thing she heard him say. She waited a few more seconds for the rest of his directions, but they never came.

"Brandon, which way do I go?" she asked, turning her head to the side to wait for his answer.

But he was staring intently out of the large window to the left. She could feel his breathing change and his muscles tense. Even his jaw line was tense. She followed his gaze to the window and froze. Shit! Less than twenty feet from them was Terry. He was walking toward his car, talking on his cell phone.

Sienna could feel Brandon's body vibrating. She quickly removed herself from his lap. When he stood, he started walking toward the door when Sienna grabbed his arm. "Brandon, don't."

"It's alright, baby. I'm just going out there to shove his face into the fucking pavement," Brandon said, as he pulled away from her.

Sienna grabbed Brandon again and turned him to face her. "Baby," she said, as she reached up and grabbed his face. He looked down at her. "Let it go, Brandon. I'm okay. We're looking forward, right? Not backwards," Sienna whispered to him as she kissed his lips.

Brandon continued to stare down at her, and then he glanced back out the window. He seriously wanted to go out there and turn that parking lot upside down kicking Terry's ass. As long as that motherfucker breathed, Brandon wanted to beat the shit out of him. But...he knew Sienna was right. It took all the energy he had to watch that fucker pull out of the parking lot. To let it go...like his issue with Harold. 

Brandon looked back at Sienna and bent down to kiss her. He loved her so much. How she could forgive someone like Terry for what he did was beyond him. But that's also why he loved her, and why he knew she would make a wonderful mother. He finally relaxed his body and walked back over to the game. He didn't really feel like playing now, but he didn't want to ruin the night for everyone. They still had six seconds to add some more money to continue the game. Brandon placed two more quarters in the slot.

"Go ahead, baby. I'll watch. But just know that your driving skills aren't giving me any confidence in you tackling my ride," he lightly joked.

Sienna smiled up at him and got back into the driver's seat. "I'm about to kick these other drivers' asses and make you proud, baby." Brandon smiled down at her and leaned against the game as Sienna played.

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

Later that night, Brandon and Sienna stayed up playing cards. Brandon kept cheating, and Sienna couldn't stop laughing at him. Every time she turned her back, he would pick up a new card, and put down a bad one.

"Will you stop it! I can't believe you would cheat your pregnant girlfriend. What kind of man are you?" she laughed, while pulling his cards away from him. "New deal!"

Brandon laughed and accepted her new cards. As she was dealing the new hand, Brandon stared at her. How much had changed in his life? Ten years ago, he was done with life. He figured he'd stay miserable, and never really amount to anything, but that was his life. Fucked up from birth, and nothing up until he was eighteen made a difference. But it was a sign. A fucking sign on the side of a random bus that changed his life. Maybe it was fate, maybe it wasn't, but whatever it was, it brought him to where he was now. He had a father in Commander Branson. He had a love that most people don't find in a lifetime with Sienna. He had a best friend in Darren, someone he knew would always be in his corner. And he now had a part of him that would be left on this earth, even after he left it. Someone that would remember him and hopefully love him the rest of his life. Brienna. At that moment, Brandon felt like he could physically feel the beast inside of him calming. Curling up and going to sleep. 

He thought about Harold and Terry. He sighed. He knew he had to swallow it. Let it go. Revenge against them was not the most important thing anymore. It never was. His family is the most important thing, and his actions could take him away from them. And that would be the ultimate punishment. So no matter how bad he wanted those men to hurt...he knew tonight, on this unusual Friday night, he was officially letting go. 

"Okay, now no cheating!" Sienna laughed, as she placed down her first card. Brandon smiled at her. "Alright. I'll just have to beat you fair and square. Shouldn't be too hard. We good?"

Sienna was feeling devilish tonight. "Baby, we're good as long as Justin Timberlake doesn't come sweep me off my feet," she giggled. 

"Fuck him," Brandon muttered and placed a card down. 

"You giving me permission?" Sienna said, smirking at him. 

"Fuck you," Brandon said, looking up and laughing at her. Okay, maybe the beast wasn't completely asleep, he thought, as he launched for her and pulled her into his lap for a deep, long kiss.

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

As the Christmas season drew closer and closer Sienna was finally able to relax. Exams were now over and she would have a three week vacation before the new semester. A much needed three week break. But it was now Christmas Eve and she and Brandon were hosting their first ever Christmas Eve party as a couple. Usually her father had this honor, but of all the days, he was needed on base for an urgent matter. So, they decided to move it to their place.

Sienna was thinking about her dad when she felt herself being lifted from the chair she had been standing on. "What the--?" she said, as she felt Brandon's hands wrap around her.

"What the fuck were you doing standing on that chair?!" he asked, heatedly.




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 10



Sienna pushed his arms away and turned around to glare at him. "BT I was just hanging these decorations."

"Well let me do that, short stack, before you fall," he said, pulling the box of Christmas decorations out of her hands and hanging them across the door. "And besides, we have enough up, jeez, this place looks like it was tagged with red and green graffiti."

"I know, but since people are coming over tonight, I wanted to add more to what we already have. Make it look festive."

"Or tacky."

"Festive!" Sienna said, pulling the box away from him. They only had a few more minutes before guests started to show. She was so excited to see everyone together again. She and Lori had been spending a lot of time together since Lori had come back for Christmas break. She hated being away from her for so long. Sure, they talked almost every day on the phone, but she could tell that Lori was miserable, and that she really didn't want to be at Clark-Atlanta any longer. Sienna knew they needed to talk about that when she arrived tonight. 

Sienna rushed to the bathroom to fix her hair just as the doorbell rang. When she walked out, she noticed Brandon standing in front of the door, and Ian was on the other side of it. It looked as though Brandon wasn't making much of an effort to move out of the way so Ian could enter, so Sienna walked over to them and stepped in front of Brandon. 

"Hey, Ian! I'm glad you were able to make it," Sienna said, reaching out to hug him. Ian tentatively accepted her hug, but his eyes were wide and on Brandon the whole time.

"Um, sure, thanks. I wouldn't miss it. Hi Brandon."

"Ian."

Sienna scooted backwards, pushing Brandon out of the way as Ian entered. When he walked in, he had to smile at all of the decorations. He figured this wasn't Brandon's doing, but pretty much all Sienna. He turned and grinned at her. She looked beautiful.

"Do you like?" Sienna asked, beaming ear to ear. Ian nodded. He really did. Along with Thanksgiving, his family also didn't really believe in celebrating Christmas. But this was pretty cool. Sappy music, but it did make him feel all warm inside. "Nice tree," he said to Brandon.

"Thanks," Brandon replied back flatly.

Ian laughed on the inside. One day he would get Brandon to like him. Ian thought of himself as a pretty open-minded, nice guy. He'd win him over eventually.

A few minutes later, more and more people started to pile in the house for the party. Lori ran in and grabbed Sienna and the two fell backwards onto the couch.

"Hey, hey! Careful, my daughter's in there, Lori...fucking hurricane," Brandon muttered as he walked over to give her a hug.

"Sorry, sorry! Just happy to be away from the parental units. They are driving me crazy," Lori laughed. She reached down to rub Sienna's stomach. "Hi there, little Brie. I'm your auntie slash godmother, Lori. I'll be meeting you really soon."

John eventually arrived, followed closely by Darren and Tasha, with Michael passed out in Darren's arms.

"Hey, Sienna. Can I put little man in the bedroom?" Darren asked.

"Of course," Sienna said, as she led Darren to the back. "He's so cute," she whispered, as Darren laid him on the bed.

"Yeah," Darren said, as he quickly kissed the top of Michael's head. The two walked out and closed the door. Sienna always knew that Darren would be a great father. Tasha was lucky. And then Sienna thought of her own man. She was DEFINITELY lucky. She started grinning. She couldn't help it, when she thought of Brandon, she had to smile.

When she made it back down to the living room, she sat down in between Lori and Tasha on the couch.

"So, how's life?" Sienna asked Lori.

"I need a man," Lori blurted out. Sienna giggled and hugged her friend. She had missed her so much. Tasha laughed and shook her head. "Honey, they aren't all what they are cracked up to be...unless you get a good one." Tasha turned to look toward the kitchen where Brandon and Darren stood talking. "Trust me, I'm thirty-six, and I've been looking since I was sixteen. I JUST now found one....even if he is younger than me. Even my own son's father was no good. I'd never tell Michael that, but he wasn't. Besides, there's no rush, right? You're young, you'll find the right guy."

"I know, but I'm ready to have something real, you know. Like how you and Sienna have. Someone who loves me. Not just wants to fuck me. Excuse my language," Lori said, glancing around making sure Michael wasn't in hearing distance.

Sienna hugged her friend even tighter. Deep down, Lori was an amazing woman. She was kind, smart and a loyal friend. But she let her need for constant attention overshadow her better assets. And as beautiful as she was, she tended to throw herself at men...which just cheapened her in their eyes. Sienna had wanted to tell her that for years, but Lori's feelings were easily hurt, so Sienna had kept that analysis to herself. 

"Well, let's see. What about John?" Sienna asked. All three of them turned their head in John's direction. He was over in the corner sipping on a Corona. Sienna had never really paid much attention, seeing as though her world revolved around Brandon Temple, but noticing John now, she realized he was a very attractive man. He had dark dirty blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He had a small scar that was visible along the left side of his jaw line. The scar, along with his quiet demeanor and icy blue eyes made him appear mysterious. 

All three of them were quietly observing him, as if noticing him for the first time. He glanced over at them, and they quickly turned away.

"Damn," Lori laughed. "How the hell did I miss his fine ass during Thanksgiving?"

"Probably because you were so far up Chris's butt," Sienna said.

"You're right. Oh my God, he's hot. What do you know about him?"

"I don't know anything. Tasha?" Sienna asked.

Tasha shook her head. John had hung out with them a few times, but she didn't know anything about him. And she was so preoccupied with Darren, Sienna and her son most of the time, that she hadn't really noticed anything about him. He slid under the radar.

Brandon walked over to the couch and leaned over Sienna. He gently pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her.

"Mmm...thank you, BT," Sienna said, licking her lips.

"My pleasure, baby. So, you three look like trouble sitting here all quiet. What's up?" Brandon asked, kneeling by them.

Lori slapped Brandon's arm. "Hey, what can you tell us about John?"

"Why do you want to know?" Brandon slowly asked, looking skeptically at Lori.

"Well, do you think he and Lori would be a good match?" Sienna asked.

"Oh, hell no! Lori, stay away from my friend," Brandon said, about to get up.

Sienna pulled him back. "Brandon! Seriously, what's he like?"

Brandon sighed. "I don't know, he's quiet all of the time. All I know is that he's from Maine, he's twenty-two and he's definitely one of the better SEALs in our group."

"What kind of music does he like? Does he have a girlfriend?" Lori asked.

"I don't know, sheesh, leave him alone," Brandon muttered, as he walked off.

"Fuck, am I that bad?" Lori asked, turning to look at Sienna. Sienna knew that Lori was hurt by Brandon's reaction. She didn't really know what to tell her.

"No, you're not that bad. Why don't you go over there and talk to him. Find out who he is," Sienna suggested.

"You're right. I'm about to blow his fucking mind," Lori said, as she got up and pushed her breasts together to make sure just enough cleavage was showing.

"That's not what I mean," Sienna whispered, but Lori was already halfway across the floor. Sienna just shook her head while Tasha laughed at the situation.

Lori sauntered over to John, swinging her hips a little more than normal. She leaned against the wall, less than a foot away from John. She knew when he looked down at her, that he'd have a straight shot down her shirt.

"Hi, I'm Lori," she whispered in a seductive voice while extending her hand to him.

John stared down at her. "Yeah, I know. I'm John," he said, offering his handshake back.

"Yeah, I know. I always liked that name. John."

He smiled at her then turned to survey the room again while slowly sipping his drink.

Lori looked over to Sienna. Sienna rolled her hand as if to tell her to 'keep going'. Lori turned back to John, and stared up at the scar. She wanted to lick it from top to bottom. She was starting to get wet already, just staring at his profile. Down girl!

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" Lori said, not really waiting to beat around the bush anymore. She believed in being blunt.

John chuckled and shook his head. "Nope."

"Are you really as quiet as they say?"

"No."

Lori laughed. "Do you always answer every question with one word?"

John thought for a moment, then said, "No." 

He had Lori completely shaken. None of her cute little tricks were working. If she had something in her hand, she would drop it and give him a nice view of her ass, but something told her he probably wouldn't even look. This was going to be harder than she thought.

She was thinking of her next move when John leaned down to the side of her face. "Maybe you're just not asking the right questions, love" he whispered in her ear. "When you think of them, come find me. I'll be waiting."

Lori immediately felt a rush of heat to her lower half. For once, she really didn't know what the hell to say. She didn't even have a cute, provocative comeback. Her mind went blank and her eyes closed as she felt his warm breath on the side of her cheek. Suddenly the room was scorching. She felt as though she were burning up, just from his words. Damn!!

John looked up and saw Darren waving at him to come join their card game. He raised up and winked at Lori before he left her standing against the wall...legs shaking.

Lori slowly walked over to Sienna and Tasha. She sat down on the couch with a confused look on her face. "So?" Sienna asked, trying to decipher her friend's dazed look.

Lori sat there a moment before she said, "Um, I think I'm in love."

Both Tasha and Sienna laughed. "Oh my goodness! What the hell did he do to you in forty-five seconds?" Sienna questioned.

"I honestly don't know, but he had some strange power over me. Oh, this is going to be so much fun," Lori said, finally shaking herself from her stupor.

"Hey, gentlemen...mind if I join?" Ian asked, staring around the poker table. 

"Sure, pull a chair up," Brandon said, glaring at Ian. He liked making that kid squirm. But he had to admit that Ian was okay. Damn sure better than that bitch Chris, who had the nerve to show up today.

"So John, we saw you talking to Lori. I'd stay away from that one. She has fangs," Darren said, as he dealt out a hand around the table.

John chuckled and shoved a chip into his mouth. "She seems nice enough."

Brandon shook his head and shuffled his cards, "Well, from what I've gathered from Sienna, her fangs aren't located in her mouth." Darren burst out laughing. Ian tried not to laugh, but he couldn't help it.

John nodded and laughed quietly. "Duly noted." But he knew how to handle a girl like Lori. Life had sent him on some strange paths. He knew before he could seriously start a relationship, he'd have to clear up a few things, but hell...who knew what path he was about to start now.

"So BT, I was thinking...having a girl is going to be a lot of trouble," Darren stated.

"Yeah," Brandon said, staring at his cards.

"I mean, she'll probably look just like Sienna. Just a taller version of her mother."

Brandon stared at Darren, "Don't remind me."

"She'll probably even have Sienna's spirit...I mean, she went after you wholeheartedly," Darren grinned, loving the uncomfortable look on Brandon's face. Payback is a bitch!

"You know what Darren, shut the fuck up."

"I'm just saying, she's gonna be hot and you are going to have a time keeping her under wraps."

"Jesus, man, you're killing me! Please, shut the fuck up! I'm twenty-eight, it's too early for the heart attacks, okay," Brandon said, glaring at Darren, who was laughing his ass off. Fucker.

After the card game, the guys piled out of the house to play touch football before the sun went down. Michael had finally woken up and was in the front yard, tossing the ball back and forth with Darren. 

Tasha, Sienna and Lori followed them out and sat down on the steps. Ian came out with his sound equipment. 

"Hey Brandon, mind if I plug this into your sound system and play some music?" Ian asked.

"Sure, whatever. Just don't play any of that whiny emo punk shit," Brandon said.

Ian laughed. His first song would be just for Brandon, he thought as he smiled to himself. He plugged his iPod into the massive stereo system and blasted System of a Down's 'Toxicity'.

Both Brandon and Darren looked toward the loud racket with a 'what the fuck' expression. Ian just shrugged and yelled out, "It's not Emo!"

"Little prick," Brandon muttered, but then smiled. The kid did have balls at least.

"Okay, Michael's on my team, and we're about to whip your as—butt!" Darren yelled across the field at Brandon and John.

"Bring it, little man!" Brandon yelled back towards Michael. 

Darren tossed the ball to Michael, and his little short legs took off running with absolute determination on his face. Brandon and John pretended to run as hard as they could after him, but both coincidentally fell right before they reached him, letting Michael make it into the makeshift end zone. 

"Yay, that's my baby!" Tasha yelled from the front porch. Michael turned and did a little dance. He then ran over to his mom and gave her a big hug. Then he turned to Sienna and hugged her. Sienna laughed. He was so cute! 

"Hey, watch those hands, Mikey. That's MY girl. Don't forget, I know where you live!" Brandon joked. Michael laughed and yelled through his snaggle-toothed mouth, "If you could score a touchdown, then maybe YOU could get a hug!" Sienna, Lori and Tasha cracked up.

That shut Brandon up. He just shook his head.

"Well this sucks. We need a fourth," Darren said, looking between the three of them.

"How about that Ian kid," John suggested. Both Darren and Brandon laughed. 

"Nah, he's fine right there on the steps. Wouldn't want to break any of his fragile bones," Brandon said.

"What about Chris?" Darren asked, staring back at the steps where Chris had just sat down beside Sienna.

"Are you kidding? I'd kill that little bitch," Brandon said, glaring over at Chris.

"Exactly," Darren said, smiling at Brandon.

A smile broke out across Brandon's face too. 

"Hey Chris, we need a fourth man to be on John's team. Wanna play?" Darren slyly asked.

Chris looked over at the three men. Two who were smirking at him, the other looked like he felt sorry for him. 'Shit,' Chris thought. If he backed out, he'd look weak, but if he accepted, he was pretty sure that he'd be hurt.

"You don't have to go, you know," Sienna whispered to him, while she was staring out at Brandon. Damn, even she knew what was about to happen.

Chris sighed, "Actually, I do." He got up and headed across the yard.

"Oh, this is going to be funny as hell," Lori said. Sienna playfully smacked her shoulder. 

When Chris reached the small group, Brandon was glaring at him the whole time while Darren was explaining the rules. Chris looked back at the steps toward Sienna. She looked nervous for him.

"Okay, and last rule...it's touch football, but our definition of 'touch' is open for interpretation, if you know what I mean. You game?" Darren asked Chris.

"Yeah, I'm good," Chris said, taking a deep breath. Darren and John turned to leave when Brandon whispered to Chris. "You better hope you don't get the ball," Brandon said as he walked off.

Shit!

The first pass was from Darren to Brandon. Brandon took off down the field and was tackled by John just before he made it into the end zone. The next pass was an easy touchdown from Darren to Brandon. Chris wanted to tackle him, but he was a little afraid. 

The next play, John tossed Chris the ball. Fuck! He could see Brandon down the yard shifting his position to tackle him. 'Might as well get it over with,' Chris thought as he took off full speed.

Darren started moving a few yards behind Brandon. If for some reason Brandon missed him, Darren was going to level his weasely ass. 

Sienna cringed. It was like watching two freight trains about to collide. No matter how this ended, it wouldn't end pretty.

Chris saw a small opening and cut to the right sharply, but then he realized his mistake. Brandon was anticipating that. Chris braced himself as Brandon crashed into him. Chris felt all the air escape his lungs while his feet seemed to be above his head. He felt himself hit the ground, and any air that he had left in his lungs was now officially gone. And everything was extremely quiet. No one was talking or moving. Or at least he couldn't hear it. Then slowly, a low ringing started to penetrate his eardrums. Fuck.

Brandon stared down at Chris. He reached down and pulled the ball out of his hands and tossed it to Darren. John walked over and tried to help Chris up, but Chris told him to wait just a second.

"Does anything feel broken?" John asked. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Chris rolled over onto his side and spit out some blood. He slowly got up, but wobbled for a moment and John caught him.

John helped Chris to the steps, and Sienna grabbed him around the waist. She turned and shook her head in Brandon's direction, and then helped Chris into the house. Lori had to hold in a laugh, but that shit was funny. BT cracked her up. 

Sienna led Chris to the bathroom. She wet a towel, and wiped the blood from his mouth. He stared down at her face, watching her carefully work over his wounds. Why wasn't she his girl?

"Are you okay?" Sienna asked, wetting the towel again.

"When the ringing in my ears stops, I think I'll be okay."

Sienna giggled. "You shouldn't have gone out there, Chris. You knew he was going to do that. He still hasn't forgiven you."

"Have you?"

Sienna looked up at him. "Yes, I think I have. In some weird way, I realize everything you said or did, was because you care about me. Even though it was sometimes hurtful."

"Yes, I'm sorry about revealing your pregnancy, before you did. I realize it kinda started your breakup with Brandon. Not that I object to you not being with him. But I didn't want you to end up in the hospital, that's the last thing I would ever want," Chris said. His head was starting to hurt now. Must have been a delayed reaction. He prayed he didn't have a concussion.

"I know, but that's not what I'm talking about. It's what you said to Brandon in the hospital. Lori told me. You have no idea how that hurt Brandon. He's a good guy. He has his problems, but you saying that hurt him more than you can know. He would never want anything to happen to me or Brienna, and for you to blame him...that was awful, Chris," Sienna stated, shaking her head. She held the towel underneath the faucet again, and brought the wet towel to Chris's face.

"I know. And thank you for not hating me," Chris said, as he placed his hand on top of hers.

Sienna smiled up at him. "You're welcome."

"You look really beautiful tonight. It was really nice seeing you. I mean, I know I just saw you at Thanksgiving, but to see you again tonight, has been really nice."

Sienna didn't say anything. She didn't want to encourage him, but she knew from the way he was looking at her right now, that he didn't need any encouraging. He was about to say it anyway.

"Sienna, I know that you're with Brandon. But I just wanted to let you know that if you and he don't work out, I mean, I just want you to know that I'm here for you. And I always will be. And if you'd ever want me to be more than friends, I would. In a heartbeat. I mean, I would raise his kid as my own, you know. I would do that for you."




Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 10



Sienna sighed. She hated hurting his feelings. She really had appreciated him being there for her when her world was crumbling because of her crazy feelings for Brandon. But, she appreciated his friendship only. And she wished Chris would feel the same way too. "Chris, I, I love Brandon. And I probably always will. He's my soul-mate. Even if we weren't together, I'd still want him. The kind of love I feel with Brandon...I swear, you only get that once. Once you've had it, nothing else can come close. And you deserve to be loved like that."

"I know, but I think over time, you would learn to love me. Maybe not like you do him, but I know I would love you enough for the both of us. I'm a pretty good guy, you know. Even despite my behavior this summer."

"I know that, Chris, and thank you for being there for me when I needed you. Even when you saw me fall apart, you never seemed to judge me, and I'm grateful for that. I really am," Sienna stated, as she reached up to hug him.

Chris closed his eyes to remember this feeling. If he had to get tackled every day to get a hug like this, he'd gladly suffer through it.

The door suddenly flew open. "Hey Sienna, I—," Brandon started, until he saw Sienna quickly pull away from Chris. Brandon shifted his eyes back and forth between the two, until they narrowed on Chris. This kid had a fucking death wish.

Chris thanked Sienna again and quickly made an exit, squeezing past a seething Brandon. After Chris was gone, Brandon leaned against the door frame, and stared down at Sienna.

"Well, that looked cozy," Brandon said sarcastically.

"I was just helping him since you clobbered him out there," Sienna said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Well, that little fucker deserved it," Brandon said, stepping into the bathroom and placing his arms around her.

"You do know that you were being an asshole, right?"

"Yep."

"Good thing for you I like assholes," Sienna giggled, reaching up to kiss him.

Brandon kissed her back. "I don't know about that, but I do know I like your asshole." Sienna playfully slapped him. "Don't be gross!"

"I'm not. Want me to show you how much I like yours?" Brandon asked, as he kicked the bathroom door shut.

Chris walked by the bathroom and heard Sienna giggling and Brandon speaking in a low voice. It didn't take too much to imagine what was going to happen behind those doors. Chris placed his hands behind his head and exhaled. He slowly walked away from the door toward the living room, further and further away from Sienna.

Ian didn't want to wear out his welcome, so he started packing up his sound equipment. This had been a really entertaining evening. He had enjoyed talking to Sienna and Brandon's friends. His family didn't believe it the commercialization of Christmas...or organized religion, so on Christmas Day, he'd wake up, watch some TV and probably go check out a movie with a friend. But now, he'd actually have a few people he'd like to give gifts to. He was sure his parents would think it was silly, but he didn't care. Sienna was opening up his eyes to a whole new world. One he would gladly keep over his old one.

Ian walked out to his car but before he opened his car door, he heard a noise. As far as he knew, everyone was inside, but he couldn't be sure. He heard the noise again. It was coming from the side of the house. He quietly tiptoed to the corner and peered around it. He smiled and shook his head.

Around the corner, Lori and John were making out as if their lives were dependent on it. John had Lori pressed up against the siding and he was standing in between her legs. He had both of his hands plastered on her ass and his tongue shoved down her throat. Lori was moaning into his mouth.

Ian stepped back before either of them saw him and went back to his car. Well, their secret was safe with him.

Inside, Michael was lying in his mother's arms, asleep. And Tasha had almost fallen asleep herself. Darren figured it was time for them to go home. They had a lot of work to do before the big day tomorrow. He hugged Sienna and Brandon goodnight, and took Michael from Tasha, who also said her goodbyes.

Lori and John had both finally snuck back inside the house at different times, and said their goodbyes. Chris was the last to leave, hugging Sienna a little too long for Brandon's comfort.

About fifteen minutes after everyone departed, Commander Branson showed up. Sienna and Brandon had been in the middle of straightening up.

"Hey, Commander. Hate you missed the party," Brandon said, as he greeted him.

"Oh, I know. I tried to get here as soon as I could, but they held us for this damn meeting. On Christmas Eve, of all days."

"Hey daddy. We have plenty of food left, I'll wrap some up for you to take home. And Brandon and I will be over at your house tomorrow around noon, I think."

Jackson walked over to hug and kiss his daughter. She looked so beautiful. And happy, which was most important.

"Hey Brandon, can you see me out?" Jackson asked.

Brandon dumped the beer bottles in his hand in the trash. "Sure."

The two walked to the Commander's car in silence. When the Commander reached his door, he turned to Brandon. "I didn't have time to wrap this, but here you go. Merry Christmas," Jackson said, as he handed Brandon a check.

Brandon stared down at the check and his mouth dropped. THAT...was a shit load of money.

"Commander, thank you, but I can't take this," Brandon whispered to him, trying to hand the check back.

"I won't take it back. You're taking care of my daughter and my granddaughter now, and I just want to help out. I know you don't need it, but please accept this gift from your 'sorta' father."

Brandon looked up at the Commander. He shook his head in disbelief. "You know, Sienna always said it, but you really are amazing. I don't even know what to say."

"Say you accept."

"I accept. And thank you sir. This means a lot to your 'sorta' son," Brandon said, smiling at him.

Jackson leaned over and hugged Brandon. "Have a wonderful Christmas Eve, or what's left of it, and I'll see you in the morning."

"Thank you, sir. We'll see you tomorrow," Brandon replied, trying hard not to get choked up. That wasn't his style.

Brandon waited until the Commander had pulled out of the driveway and was halfway down the street before he turned and walked back in. The living room was dimmer, only barely lit by the three candles sitting on the living room table. He was about to call for Sienna, when she appeared from the hallway, casually leaning up against the wall. His mouth dropped open. Brandon couldn't believe it. She was wearing her small, peach colored, low neckline plunging dress. That dress that unleashed his feelings for her in the beginning. That damn dress that started this whole rollercoaster for them.

"I know it's a little...lot more snug than it was originally, but hopefully I still look okay in it?"

"Better," Brandon whispered, not able to take his eyes away from her.

"Liar," Sienna whispered back.

Brandon walked over to her and slowly ran his hands down the side of her body.

"Okay, before we do anything tonight, I want you to open a present of mine," Sienna said.

"Great minds think alike. I want you to open one too."

He walked her over to the couch and reached into his pocket to pull something out. Sienna held her breath. Is it a....

He pulled out a folded up piece of paper. Oh well, a girl can dream.

"Alright, sit down beautiful," he said as he handed her the folded up piece of paper.

Sienna obeyed and looked at him. He sat down beside her and waited for her to open it.

She stared down at the paper, and in the candlelight, at first she couldn't tell, but now as she looked closer, it was a light pink color. It was folded into a really small square, so she started to unfold each flap.

The larger the piece of pink paper became, the more familiar it looked. Then she realized exactly what it was. She started seeing the outline of her overly cursive girlie handwriting. It was the piece of paper she had written on and saved years ago. The paper where she had first written Sienna Rose Temple. She smiled, remembering back on that day.

She could feel Brandon's eyes on her as she got closer and closer to the center. When she finally unfolded the piece of paper from a half sheet to its full correct size, she saw directly in the middle of the page, in her eight year old handwriting were the words, 'Brandon and Sienna Temple'...but something new was underneath the writing. Taped directly below their names was a ring. The prettiest white gold diamond ring she had ever seen.

The tears immediately came and she started fanning her face. 

"Will you be my wife?" she heard him whisper. Or at least that what she thought she heard. At this point, she couldn't be sure. Her entire body was tingling. Wait, if he asked her that question, she needed to respond.

"Yes," she heard herself say, even though she still felt paralyzed. "Yes!" she said again louder, and threw her arms around his neck. It felt like a dream that she never wanted to wake from. She loved him with all of her heart. Everything that she had.

Thank God, Brandon thought as he kissed her. Thank God.

"I still don't want you to feel rushed though. We can get married whenever you're ready," Brandon said, staring deeply into her eyes. "But I wanted to officially take you off the market." He slipped the ring onto her left hand ring finger and kissed it.

Sienna stared down at the stunning ring. It fit perfectly. "How did you know my size?" she asked, wiping her tears away.

Brandon smirked. "I measured it while you were sleeping."

"I can't wait to tell my father," she said, kissing Brandon again.

"He knows, baby. He helped me pick it out."

"You two, I swear...I'll have to keep my eyes on you more," Sienna laughed. She could only imagine what her dad and Brandon looked like in a jewelry shop. Two of the manliest men she knew around all of that sparkly female jewelry. She had to laugh out loud about that.

"I couldn't believe how tiny your fingers were. Your engagement ring barely fits on my pinky finger."

Sienna stared down at it. Engagement ring. Okay, now it was time for his gift.

"Okay sweety, your turn." Sienna got up to fish underneath the tree for Brandon's gift. When she found it, she turned and handed it to him. Then she got behind him on the couch, one leg on one side and the other leg on the other side of him. She wrapped her hands around his waist and rested her head on his back.

Brandon stared down at the large manila envelope. 'What the hell?' he thought.

He started to open the envelope when he heard Sienna speak behind him.

"Okay, I know you said that you don't have any pictures of yourself when you were a baby, and I wasn't able to find any. But hopefully, in time, these will make up for that loss."

Brandon slid a folder out of the envelope. He slowly opened the folder and froze. 

Inside the folder were large glossy black and white photos of their baby's sonogram. The first pictures of her. He could see the entire outline of Brienna's tiny body. His heart felt like it was swelling with so many emotions. Then he felt that not-so-familiar sting at the back of his eyes. He felt like he couldn't breathe. No one could ever give him a more precious gift. He may have had an awful childhood, but he would be damn sure that his daughter would live the opposite life. No matter what it took, he would make sure of that. 

Sienna's face was tightly pressed against Brandon's back, and their daughter nestled safely between them. She could feel him breathing, and then his breathing changed. It became more staggered, and then she heard him sniffing. She knew at this point not to say anything. Brandon hated showing emotion like this, so she let him have his moment as if she weren't there.

Sienna closed her eyes and exhaled. She realized in that instant that her mind and body were tired. But it was a good tired. A tiredness that came from an intense summer and fall. A tiredness caused by a long, hard semester that ended with straight A's. A tiredness due to how demanding Brandon was emotionally and physically. And a tiredness that came from being six months pregnant with their baby. 

Yes, she was exhausted. But she knew later tonight, when they were both lying in bed, Brandon would wrap his arms around her and she would fall into a quick, deep sleep. That was her favorite place to be. In his arms. As long as she was there, she knew she was safe and loved. But she also knew that a small smile would form at the corners of her mouth as she slept. That involuntary smile would be all the proof either of them would need, to know exactly how blissful her life was. Perhaps her life wasn't perfect. She and Brandon had certainly had some ups and downs. Their paths had crossed in one crazy, frenzied summer. Some would even think she was downright insane for taking this particular path. But for Sienna Rose Branson, soon-to-be Temple, she knew the journey she was taking with Brandon was just the beginning... and she would gladly follow him to wherever that took them.

The End...for now;-)

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Thank you all so much for taking this journey with me on my first story. You have no idea how much I've appreciated the feedback. Many nights I was so tired, but I'd re-read all of the amazing comments that were posted or sent to me, and that would keep me going strong. Really, thank you soooooo much. Some of you made comments on almost every single chapter (and I know who you are) and I greatly appreciate the support. I promise, I'll have Damn Dress published with some new scenes and detail, and I'll be releasing the first chapter of my new story, Seven Days, very soon on Literotica. Hope you will enjoy that one as well:-)

Would like to thank Kaia B. (TangledinYou) and J for supporting my first story...much appreciated!

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Soular