The Ghost Of You, chapter 3
Tré awoke a few hours later to the sound of the doorbell downstairs. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked around, realizing after a few seconds that he was in his bed, naked. Brie's brunette head was on his chest, as she was still fast asleep.
He softly picked her up and placed her next to him, then crawled out of the bed as quietly as possible. He quickly found his pants and threw them on, then went to the bedroom door and unlocked it, entering the hallway and glancing back at the sleeping Brie. Her eyes were still shut, and her chest was steadily rising and falling. He smiled at how peaceful she looked, then closed the door and headed down the hall to the stairs.
As he walked down the hall, memories of the sex he'd just had ran through his head. Last night it was soft and gentle and purely loving. But this morning, it was rough and hot and lust-filled, like they couldn't wait to tear at each other's bodies. He didn't know if it was possible - well, yeah, it probably was possible, just not normal - but Tré felt like he was in love with this woman he had met just the night before. He loved how she could kiss him and be held, then the next day, be rough and claw at his skin with fiery passion. She even admitted, while laying next to him drenched in sweat earlier that morning, that she loved his sick and perverted sense of humor, and even his random outbursts. She said they made her laugh, which was something she hadn't done in a while...
'God, she's practically [u]perfect[/u],' he thought to himself with a small smile.
From the top of the stairs, he saw Claudia greeting Billie at the front door. He jogged down the stairs and through the entrance hall to meet Billie.
"Tré! Can I talk to you out here for a minute?" Billie asked when Tré came up from behind Claudia.
"Sure," Tré agreed.
Claudia went back to the couch in the living room and Tré stepped outside with Billie, closing the large front door.
"What is it?" he asked curiously.
"I just wanted to remind you we're leaving again a week from tomorrow," Billie said. "And...that girl you brought home last night...did you guys have sex?"
"Uh...well, actually, yeah," Tré replied a bit hesitantly.
Billie nodded, crossing his arms. "Did she go home already?"
Tré shook his head. "She's still asleep upstairs. We um...we had sex last night and then a few hours ago. You know, she's actually pretty cool. She's a really sweet girl, and we have a lot in common...I um...I really like her."
Billie raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "But you just met her last night."
Tré shrugged, rolling his eyes a little. "I know, but it's like...love at first sight or something. You know?"
Billie just shook his head. "You probably don't even know anything about her."
Tré sighed. "Bill, please, don't do this. I'm getting to know her really well, and so far, what I know, I like. I'm sure if you got to know her, you'd like her, too. I mean, I really don't think it's all just lust."
"Whatever."
Tré turned around to go back inside, but then Billie saw the long, red scratches on his back. "Holy shit, what happened to you?!"
He stopped and turned around. "What?"
Billie grabbed his side and turned him around again, taking a good look at his back, his mouth half open in disbelief. "Your back is scratched the fuck up!"
Tré bent his neck around to look at his back the best he could, then gave a chuckle. "Oh, that! Yeah, she has some sharp-ass nails..."
Billie gently touched the bright red marks, an odd look of some sort of amazement on his face.
Brie awoke, her eyes fluttering open. She looked around for Tré, but the bed was empty and his pants weren't on the floor. She stood up and began putting her clothes on, but stopped when she faintly heard shouting coming from outside. She went to the window and pushed aside the curtains, gazing down through the clear glass at the ground in front of the house.
There was Tré, and Billie. They looked distraught, and she could tell they were arguing about something. A couple of times, she swore she heard her name thrown into the argument, but couldn't tell for sure. Though, a part of her doubted it, and another part of her prayed they weren't arguing about her.
They finally stopped fighting and Billie stormed off angrily to his black car waiting in the driveway. Tré turned and went in the house, obviously upset.
Brie closed the curtains and turned around, waiting. After a few moments, she heard footsteps in the hall, then Tré came into the bedroom, his face still a shade of pink from anger. He then spotted Brie.
"Are you okay?" she asked, worried.
When he looked at her, the anger in his blue eyes and on his face disappeared. She had seen that before... Immediately, she knew Tré didn't want her to have any knowledge of what was going on.
"It's nothing. Me and Billie just got mad at each other. Really, though, we're okay now," Tré lied.
Brie didn't want to be nosey or get Tré angry at her, so she decided not to ask questions and to just let it go. Whatever it was, he and Billie were sure to sort it out or get over it. Tré had told her that he, Billie, and Mike had been best friends for the past fifteen years. She knew that kind of a friendship wasn't easily broken.
"So, do you wanna stay for lunch, or what?" Tré quickly asked, eager to change the subject.
"Um...sure," Brie replied, buttoning her pants the rest of the way and slipping on her shoes.
Tré got a shirt out of his dresser drawer and put it on, but not before Brie noticed the long, red marks up and down his back.
"Oh my...did I do that?" she asked, stunned.
He strained his neck and looked at the marks again, then chuckled. "Uh, yeah."
She laughed, her face turning a light pink. "Well, what can I say? The sex was great."
"If you could just walk to that window there and broadcast that message TO THE WORLD... that'd be good," Tré laughed.
She laughed again, then watched as he put a shirt on and followed him downstairs. They joined Claudia and Frankito at the table, helping themselves to the lunch Claudia had made.
"It's about time you got up. Who's this?" Claudia asked Tré, reaching over and picking up a french fry Frankito had pushed off his plate.
"This is Brie. Brie, this is Claudia. And... yeah, yeah, yeah," Tré introduced them, sitting down across from Frankito and beginning to eat.
Brie smiled, sitting in the empty seat next to Tré. "Hi."
Claudia smiled back. "Hi, nice to meet you, Brie. So what time did you get in last night, Frank?"
"Meh, I dunno...before three," Tré replied, chewing on his food.
Claudia rolled her eyes and went back to eating.
When they finished, Tré and Brie got in his car and he drove her home. He found her apartment building and pulled into the parking lot, parking in an empty spot. She turned to say good-bye.
"Well, that was a pretty fun night. Thanks for letting me crash at your place... and driving me home." she said, looking into his blue eyes and smiling.
"No problem. It was my pleasure," he said, raising his eyebrows and chuckling playfully.
She giggled, then said more seriously, in almost a whisper, "If I had clean underwear at your house, I don't think I'd ever leave."
He smiled. They were silent for a short while, then he daringly whispered, "Is it too soon to say I love you?"
Brie felt her heart skip. He did feel the same way....
"It's never too soon," she whispered back.
They kept their gazes locked for a few more moments, then closed their eyes and leaned in, their lips meeting again. The kiss that was supposed to be just a mere good-bye kiss deepened, and within minutes, they were in the backseat, stripping off each other's clothes and attacking each other hungrily.
It was like they craved each other, and couldn't get enough.
He softly picked her up and placed her next to him, then crawled out of the bed as quietly as possible. He quickly found his pants and threw them on, then went to the bedroom door and unlocked it, entering the hallway and glancing back at the sleeping Brie. Her eyes were still shut, and her chest was steadily rising and falling. He smiled at how peaceful she looked, then closed the door and headed down the hall to the stairs.
As he walked down the hall, memories of the sex he'd just had ran through his head. Last night it was soft and gentle and purely loving. But this morning, it was rough and hot and lust-filled, like they couldn't wait to tear at each other's bodies. He didn't know if it was possible - well, yeah, it probably was possible, just not normal - but Tré felt like he was in love with this woman he had met just the night before. He loved how she could kiss him and be held, then the next day, be rough and claw at his skin with fiery passion. She even admitted, while laying next to him drenched in sweat earlier that morning, that she loved his sick and perverted sense of humor, and even his random outbursts. She said they made her laugh, which was something she hadn't done in a while...
'God, she's practically [u]perfect[/u],' he thought to himself with a small smile.
From the top of the stairs, he saw Claudia greeting Billie at the front door. He jogged down the stairs and through the entrance hall to meet Billie.
"Tré! Can I talk to you out here for a minute?" Billie asked when Tré came up from behind Claudia.
"Sure," Tré agreed.
Claudia went back to the couch in the living room and Tré stepped outside with Billie, closing the large front door.
"What is it?" he asked curiously.
"I just wanted to remind you we're leaving again a week from tomorrow," Billie said. "And...that girl you brought home last night...did you guys have sex?"
"Uh...well, actually, yeah," Tré replied a bit hesitantly.
Billie nodded, crossing his arms. "Did she go home already?"
Tré shook his head. "She's still asleep upstairs. We um...we had sex last night and then a few hours ago. You know, she's actually pretty cool. She's a really sweet girl, and we have a lot in common...I um...I really like her."
Billie raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "But you just met her last night."
Tré shrugged, rolling his eyes a little. "I know, but it's like...love at first sight or something. You know?"
Billie just shook his head. "You probably don't even know anything about her."
Tré sighed. "Bill, please, don't do this. I'm getting to know her really well, and so far, what I know, I like. I'm sure if you got to know her, you'd like her, too. I mean, I really don't think it's all just lust."
"Whatever."
Tré turned around to go back inside, but then Billie saw the long, red scratches on his back. "Holy shit, what happened to you?!"
He stopped and turned around. "What?"
Billie grabbed his side and turned him around again, taking a good look at his back, his mouth half open in disbelief. "Your back is scratched the fuck up!"
Tré bent his neck around to look at his back the best he could, then gave a chuckle. "Oh, that! Yeah, she has some sharp-ass nails..."
Billie gently touched the bright red marks, an odd look of some sort of amazement on his face.
Brie awoke, her eyes fluttering open. She looked around for Tré, but the bed was empty and his pants weren't on the floor. She stood up and began putting her clothes on, but stopped when she faintly heard shouting coming from outside. She went to the window and pushed aside the curtains, gazing down through the clear glass at the ground in front of the house.
There was Tré, and Billie. They looked distraught, and she could tell they were arguing about something. A couple of times, she swore she heard her name thrown into the argument, but couldn't tell for sure. Though, a part of her doubted it, and another part of her prayed they weren't arguing about her.
They finally stopped fighting and Billie stormed off angrily to his black car waiting in the driveway. Tré turned and went in the house, obviously upset.
Brie closed the curtains and turned around, waiting. After a few moments, she heard footsteps in the hall, then Tré came into the bedroom, his face still a shade of pink from anger. He then spotted Brie.
"Are you okay?" she asked, worried.
When he looked at her, the anger in his blue eyes and on his face disappeared. She had seen that before... Immediately, she knew Tré didn't want her to have any knowledge of what was going on.
"It's nothing. Me and Billie just got mad at each other. Really, though, we're okay now," Tré lied.
Brie didn't want to be nosey or get Tré angry at her, so she decided not to ask questions and to just let it go. Whatever it was, he and Billie were sure to sort it out or get over it. Tré had told her that he, Billie, and Mike had been best friends for the past fifteen years. She knew that kind of a friendship wasn't easily broken.
"So, do you wanna stay for lunch, or what?" Tré quickly asked, eager to change the subject.
"Um...sure," Brie replied, buttoning her pants the rest of the way and slipping on her shoes.
Tré got a shirt out of his dresser drawer and put it on, but not before Brie noticed the long, red marks up and down his back.
"Oh my...did I do that?" she asked, stunned.
He strained his neck and looked at the marks again, then chuckled. "Uh, yeah."
She laughed, her face turning a light pink. "Well, what can I say? The sex was great."
"If you could just walk to that window there and broadcast that message TO THE WORLD... that'd be good," Tré laughed.
She laughed again, then watched as he put a shirt on and followed him downstairs. They joined Claudia and Frankito at the table, helping themselves to the lunch Claudia had made.
"It's about time you got up. Who's this?" Claudia asked Tré, reaching over and picking up a french fry Frankito had pushed off his plate.
"This is Brie. Brie, this is Claudia. And... yeah, yeah, yeah," Tré introduced them, sitting down across from Frankito and beginning to eat.
Brie smiled, sitting in the empty seat next to Tré. "Hi."
Claudia smiled back. "Hi, nice to meet you, Brie. So what time did you get in last night, Frank?"
"Meh, I dunno...before three," Tré replied, chewing on his food.
Claudia rolled her eyes and went back to eating.
When they finished, Tré and Brie got in his car and he drove her home. He found her apartment building and pulled into the parking lot, parking in an empty spot. She turned to say good-bye.
"Well, that was a pretty fun night. Thanks for letting me crash at your place... and driving me home." she said, looking into his blue eyes and smiling.
"No problem. It was my pleasure," he said, raising his eyebrows and chuckling playfully.
She giggled, then said more seriously, in almost a whisper, "If I had clean underwear at your house, I don't think I'd ever leave."
He smiled. They were silent for a short while, then he daringly whispered, "Is it too soon to say I love you?"
Brie felt her heart skip. He did feel the same way....
"It's never too soon," she whispered back.
They kept their gazes locked for a few more moments, then closed their eyes and leaned in, their lips meeting again. The kiss that was supposed to be just a mere good-bye kiss deepened, and within minutes, they were in the backseat, stripping off each other's clothes and attacking each other hungrily.
It was like they craved each other, and couldn't get enough.
