The Crimson Baroness: Feelings
Aug 15, 2015 17:38:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2015 17:38:49 GMT -5
“Well, that was new,” she says as she throws on her #93 black and gold New Jersey Stallions jersey. Katie Rogers sits with her legs swinging over the side of her bed, looking over her shoulder at her latest conquest with a sweet smile on her face, as he remains laying under the covers.
“And unexpected,” Donnie Cross replies, staring up at the ceiling all the while.
They were just supposed to go see a movie together. Mission: Impossible Rogue Nation, while one of the better movies in the franchise and a large step up from Ghost Protocol, wasn’t supposed to get their juices flowing like that. Perhaps she was to blame; Katie had taken a sneaky chance during the Morocco based scenes to rest her hand on Donnie’s thigh, just to test the waters. He might have been too engrossed in the movie to realize what was happening, but he didn’t stop her...
One thing led to another, then, during the ride home, Katie had uttered the fateful words that have lured many a man to their doom. Like the sirens call of old she asked “would you like to come in for a drink?” to which Donnie obliged. She poured them both a glass of wine, then a second before Donnie thanked her for a lovely evening and tried to excuse himself to go home. “You can’t drive,” she said, “I don’t want you getting pulled over if you’ve been drinking.”
Contrary to popular belief, this is the first time they’ve done the dirty together. Their dalliance before now hadn’t progressed past first base, even then only once or twice. Initially, Katie suspected that Donovan was just being a gentleman. That he might be prim and proper, and maybe not even believe in engaging in such activities before marriage. But the more they shared, stories of the past, exes, embarrassing experiences, the more she realized that wasn’t the case. That perhaps there was another reason that Donnie was hesitant to proceed…
“Coffee?” Katie asks, casually, before walking towards the door.
It takes a moment for Donnie to register the question. “Mm, please. Milk and a sugar, please.” He replies, as polite as ever.
As Katie leaves the room, the panic begins to set in for Donnie Cross; the maelstrom of emotions stirring inside him is beginning to take hold, questioning himself as to whether or not he ever intended to take this next step with Katie – they were just friends, weren’t they? Had she wanted to wanted to sleep with him all the time they’ve known each other? Was she just using him to get at Bree like she warned a few weeks ago? He couldn’t doubt that it had been a pleasant evening – more than pleasant, that was one of the best nights of his young life – but was that what he wanted?
He rolls over and buries his face in the pillow.
“Here you go,” Katie says as she re-enters the room, holding two cups of coffee. They’re set down on the nightstand before she slides back under the covers, trying to snuggle up close to Donnie. But he doesn’t move. Not even an inch. “Don’t make me beg now.” She jokes, but it’s not long before the smile on her face begins to wane. She nudges him softly, just enough to cause Donnie to turn to face her.
“What’s wrong?” Katie asks, her voice ripe with concern.
“I’m just thinkin’,” replies Donnie, as tries to force himself to smile. To no avail. “About us, about what happened last night.”
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs before giggling. Her smile is radiant, lighting up the room as she eases herself closer to Donnie. “We had fun, didn’t we?
“Yeah,” he says in reply, “it’s just I dunno…” Donnie pauses, his heart sinking at he looks at the smiling face of the girl next to him. He did call her beautiful last night, perhaps he gave her the idea that he wanted to take this next step, “…I was thinkin’ it’d be best if we didn’t do this again.”
And in an instant, the smile disappears from Katie’s face. “What?” she mutters, barely audible, “What are you saying, you don’t want to see me again?”
“It ain’t that,” he protests, “I like ya and all, Katie. I just think we should’na be sleeping together or anything.”
“Oh…” she says, weakly, as the disappointment sets in.
“Maybe we’re better off as friends,” says Donnie, trying to comfort the semi-naked girl next to him.
Katie doesn’t know what to say next; her initial plan was just to be friends with Donnie, to try and agitate Bree Nelson a little bit. Maybe get the rumor mill started so fewer people would notice the attention that she gives Chris Bond, but somewhere down the line had Katie begun to feel a certain attraction for the handsome young Southern gent? He wasn’t like anybody she’d met before. Donnie was so sweet, so polite. And he made her feel special. So when she saw him call her beautiful she thought, maybe, he might be beginning to feel the same sorta feelings.
But now, as she hears him saying they should just be friends, she can’t help but suspect that her gut instinct was right. That there was another reason he didn’t want to get involved with her.
“Is this because of Bree?” she asks in a whisper.
Donnie doesn’t reply.
“It is, isn’t it? I knew it…” Katie sighs, “…you are in love with her.” Her head slumps down against the pillow as a single tear forms in the corner of her eye. Katie is quick to wipe it away – Donnie won’t get to see her cry over him.
“I…” Donnie starts, “…I dunno, it’s just…” but he can’t find the words.
“Don’t.” She whimpers, “You don’t have to explain, Donnie.”
“It ain’t that I don’t like you, Katie…” he offers.
“I get it,” she interrupts, “you just want to be friends, I get it.” Her eyes betray her, however; no matter how strong she meant to sound, Donnie can see the pain in those blue pools of hers. But he can only imagine the hurt and the sense of betrayal that she must be feeling. Out of concern, Donnie shifts his body so he can rest a hand on Katie’s shoulder. Their eyes meet once again. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Bree about any of this…” she says, feigning a brave smile.
“And unexpected,” Donnie Cross replies, staring up at the ceiling all the while.
They were just supposed to go see a movie together. Mission: Impossible Rogue Nation, while one of the better movies in the franchise and a large step up from Ghost Protocol, wasn’t supposed to get their juices flowing like that. Perhaps she was to blame; Katie had taken a sneaky chance during the Morocco based scenes to rest her hand on Donnie’s thigh, just to test the waters. He might have been too engrossed in the movie to realize what was happening, but he didn’t stop her...
One thing led to another, then, during the ride home, Katie had uttered the fateful words that have lured many a man to their doom. Like the sirens call of old she asked “would you like to come in for a drink?” to which Donnie obliged. She poured them both a glass of wine, then a second before Donnie thanked her for a lovely evening and tried to excuse himself to go home. “You can’t drive,” she said, “I don’t want you getting pulled over if you’ve been drinking.”
Contrary to popular belief, this is the first time they’ve done the dirty together. Their dalliance before now hadn’t progressed past first base, even then only once or twice. Initially, Katie suspected that Donovan was just being a gentleman. That he might be prim and proper, and maybe not even believe in engaging in such activities before marriage. But the more they shared, stories of the past, exes, embarrassing experiences, the more she realized that wasn’t the case. That perhaps there was another reason that Donnie was hesitant to proceed…
“Coffee?” Katie asks, casually, before walking towards the door.
It takes a moment for Donnie to register the question. “Mm, please. Milk and a sugar, please.” He replies, as polite as ever.
As Katie leaves the room, the panic begins to set in for Donnie Cross; the maelstrom of emotions stirring inside him is beginning to take hold, questioning himself as to whether or not he ever intended to take this next step with Katie – they were just friends, weren’t they? Had she wanted to wanted to sleep with him all the time they’ve known each other? Was she just using him to get at Bree like she warned a few weeks ago? He couldn’t doubt that it had been a pleasant evening – more than pleasant, that was one of the best nights of his young life – but was that what he wanted?
He rolls over and buries his face in the pillow.
“Here you go,” Katie says as she re-enters the room, holding two cups of coffee. They’re set down on the nightstand before she slides back under the covers, trying to snuggle up close to Donnie. But he doesn’t move. Not even an inch. “Don’t make me beg now.” She jokes, but it’s not long before the smile on her face begins to wane. She nudges him softly, just enough to cause Donnie to turn to face her.
“What’s wrong?” Katie asks, her voice ripe with concern.
“I’m just thinkin’,” replies Donnie, as tries to force himself to smile. To no avail. “About us, about what happened last night.”
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs before giggling. Her smile is radiant, lighting up the room as she eases herself closer to Donnie. “We had fun, didn’t we?
“Yeah,” he says in reply, “it’s just I dunno…” Donnie pauses, his heart sinking at he looks at the smiling face of the girl next to him. He did call her beautiful last night, perhaps he gave her the idea that he wanted to take this next step, “…I was thinkin’ it’d be best if we didn’t do this again.”
And in an instant, the smile disappears from Katie’s face. “What?” she mutters, barely audible, “What are you saying, you don’t want to see me again?”
“It ain’t that,” he protests, “I like ya and all, Katie. I just think we should’na be sleeping together or anything.”
“Oh…” she says, weakly, as the disappointment sets in.
“Maybe we’re better off as friends,” says Donnie, trying to comfort the semi-naked girl next to him.
Katie doesn’t know what to say next; her initial plan was just to be friends with Donnie, to try and agitate Bree Nelson a little bit. Maybe get the rumor mill started so fewer people would notice the attention that she gives Chris Bond, but somewhere down the line had Katie begun to feel a certain attraction for the handsome young Southern gent? He wasn’t like anybody she’d met before. Donnie was so sweet, so polite. And he made her feel special. So when she saw him call her beautiful she thought, maybe, he might be beginning to feel the same sorta feelings.
But now, as she hears him saying they should just be friends, she can’t help but suspect that her gut instinct was right. That there was another reason he didn’t want to get involved with her.
“Is this because of Bree?” she asks in a whisper.
Donnie doesn’t reply.
“It is, isn’t it? I knew it…” Katie sighs, “…you are in love with her.” Her head slumps down against the pillow as a single tear forms in the corner of her eye. Katie is quick to wipe it away – Donnie won’t get to see her cry over him.
“I…” Donnie starts, “…I dunno, it’s just…” but he can’t find the words.
“Don’t.” She whimpers, “You don’t have to explain, Donnie.”
“It ain’t that I don’t like you, Katie…” he offers.
“I get it,” she interrupts, “you just want to be friends, I get it.” Her eyes betray her, however; no matter how strong she meant to sound, Donnie can see the pain in those blue pools of hers. But he can only imagine the hurt and the sense of betrayal that she must be feeling. Out of concern, Donnie shifts his body so he can rest a hand on Katie’s shoulder. Their eyes meet once again. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Bree about any of this…” she says, feigning a brave smile.