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Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These - 4
by Innuendo (keepsake411@yahoo.com)
***
How do you know when to hold on, or when to let go
because you hold too tightly? That's the question
Jahn has to ask himself now. (FFM, exh, voy, rom,
fantasy)
***
Chapter: April - "Dirty Dancing"
If you have any talent for bullshitting, there are
some torpedoes you can see coming and prepare for
them with a little well-intentioned manipulation.
Evil questions like 'Do these pants make my ass look
fat?' or 'Do you think that girl's hot?' can be
deflected with a casual compliment to the fine
derriere of the former, or the snarky comment about
dime-a-dozen looks to the latter, because unless
she's really looking for a fight, she'll accept the
validation. That's what Jahn liked to tell himself,
anyway, because the rule had always seemed to apply
with his ex.
Fiona had dropped a similar grenade on him, anxiously
asking after their second time together whether he
thought her breasts were too small. He liked her tits
just fine, in fact: dark-nippled and delightful domes
of flesh that gave her womanly curves even if they
didn't seem to satisfy whatever inferiority she felt
towards her sister's far larger rack. Blue-sky lob,
that throw was, and he'd managed to cover his ass by
asking what she thought of Reanna Chevriez's figure.
Inspired remark, it turned out, as they both knew she
had a girl-crush on the songstress, a tall, dark and
beautiful woman…. who just happened to be flat as a
board. He supposed that could come back to haunt him
if she really wanted to make an issue of it, but
she'd laughed and let it lie.
There was no such inspiration for Jenny's question.
What were he and her father saying about her and
Fiona? Jahn couldn't very well lie about it. Jen had
been standing right behind him while they were
talking, and while he'd done some beating around the
bush in an attempt at being circumspect, the
inference was clear.
So he told her, attempting to explain why he'd
responded to her father the way he had, why he'd
given the man that much information. Truth or not, it
wasn't what she wanted to hear. Glancing at his
girlfriend from the corner of his eye while driving,
he could see the pale skin of that pretty face
darkening, and knew it wasn't a blush but real anger.
Directed where? No illusions: choice curses peppered
between a stream of 'How could you?' and 'That's my
father you were talking to!' made it clear that he
was the target. Closest they'd gotten to fighting,
and he couldn't really defend himself, because while
he might have the truth on his side, it sure didn't
feel righteous.
Pulling the Taurus onto an off-exit, he found a place
to park and turned to her. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?
It's not an excuse, but I couldn't think of the right
thing to say, and I'll admit – he was pissing me off,
the way he talked about Fiona. You said he's racist,
I get that. But for fuck's sake…"
Long blonde locks fell forward as Jenny ducked her
head, and it took him a moment to realize that she
was crying. Reaching out, a hand on hers, he waited
for her to subside. When the tears had finally
ceased, she said, "I love them both, but Daddy always
hated her so much. I used to try and tell myself that
it was just because she wasn't his daughter, but I
know. It's why Mom threw him out. He never raised a
hand to Fi, but the words… hurt so much more. I tried
to stick up for her, be a peacemaker, but I was like…
6. Mom knew, knew that he was hurting all of us with
his hate."
"He's a bad person, I know that, but sometimes I
think it's because of the way he treats Fiona. Not
because he killed someone." Fresh tears flowed. After
a moment, Jenny got hold of herself again. "It's so
fucked up. There's something wrong with me, I know
it."
Squeezing the smooth flesh of her fingers tightly, he
said, "No, Jen. You love your family, and family
doesn't always make sense. They don't have to; they
are what they are and we love them anyway."
Consolation wasn't enough, and he could sense that
there was still an undercurrent of anger at whatever
presumption he'd had in explaining the situation to
Donovan, but for the time it was directed elsewhere.
The remainder of the drive took place in silence, and
when he dropped her off, he said, "Give me a ring
when you're feeling better, we'll go dancing or
something." Jen nodded wordlessly, and he couldn't
help but notice how much like Fiona she seemed as the
door closed in her wake, quiet seriousness that was
utterly unlike her.
God help me, I hope I didn't hurt her by running my
mouth, he thought, invoking an unspoken prayer.
***
A week passed without a word from either of his
girlfriends before the phone finally rang again.
"Hello, Jahn. Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner.
I talked to Jenny on Saturday, and she said she
wanted some alone time. I figured we could all use a
break from each other. Things have been a little…
tense, here as well. I just don't want you to take
it the wrong way." Fiona's voice echoed over the
phone with her usual confidence and self-assurance.
Working her words over in his mind, he responded,
"Yeah, I guess we _have_ been seeing an awful lot of
each other over the last couple months." That was an
understatement. Jahn could count on one hand the
number of days that he hadn't been with one sister or
the other. Mostly Jenny, now that he thought about
it. Potential problem? He made a mental note.
"I'll let Jenny work out her funk first, but we'll
set things right again," she concluded.
"Sounds good. Say, a question while I've got you on
the phone…"
"Yes?"
Hesitating, unsure of how to phrase what might be
considered unnecessarily snoopy, he asked, "Jen's
father said he has a friend outside who keep an eye
on her. What does that mean?"
There was silence as she considered the question.
"Margrave."
"I don't know the name…," but damn, it sure sounded
familiar.
"Big man across the street. I'm sure you've seen him
around." Ah, name on the mailbox. Heavy-set man.
"He's got an unpleasant disposition, but he used to
run off any kids that gave Jen a hard time."
"Okay, got it. Wanted to make sure I wasn't dealing
with a dangerous asshole rather than just some nosy
but otherwise harmless bastard."
"Mom told me once that Margrave was one of Mr.
Donovan's buddies from way back and that we should
stay away from him. She said they were a bad
influence. You can probably guess why."
"Yeah, I can. Thanks for the call, Fiona. Take care,
both of you."
There was no response for a moment, and it seemed
she'd hung up. Instead, a heartbeat before his finger
cut off the call, he heard the faint reply "I love
you, Jahn. Be well."
***
One grenade after the next, Jahn thought, absently
studying the cellphone nestled in his palm. I love
you, Jahn. What am I supposed to say to that? He
already knew how strongly he felt about Jenny, though
he wasn't sure she felt the same unless the
insatiable sex streak was her strange way of
expressing it. Fiona, on the other hand… there was an
increasingly warmer spot in his chest for her each
time they were together. The prospect of eventually
having to choose between them... that felt like
sacrificing a family member.
Goddamnit, he thought, squashing the thought
ruthlessly. There's gotta be a way to ensure this
works. Mulling the problem over his head as he took
care of the cleaning he'd been neglecting since New
Year's, he found himself at a loss. It wasn't like
he had anyone he could ask for advice. Despite their
usual bragging about sexual conquests, he knew none
of his work buddies had anything useful to offer on
the subject. Either married, or perpetually single,
that was their lot.
The internet? Desperate times call for desperate
measures, he thought grimly. I'll probably get
nothing but trolling, but whatever. After some
searching, he was able to find what looked like a
reliable forum for relationship advice. A little
hesitation at first, but he finally typed out:
~Luckystarz: Hey people, newbie looking for some
advice here. I've got relationships with two great
women who know about each other and are okay with it…
for now. How do I maintain this? How do I make it
work?
Leaning back, he waited for a few minutes before
replies started popping up.
~Guest12: fuck em both lol
~AdonisLives: tits or gtfo
Die in a fire, he thought with a spike of irritation.
~Ladiesman42: bullshit, get out troll
"Karma," he sighed resignedly. How many times have I
posted something like that when some dude started
ranting about his supermodel girlfriend?
~ModGod: Cool the flaming, kids. You know the rules.
Real advice only, even the requests seems unreal.
Love takes many forms.
Things got quiet after that, and the wait lasted what
felt like eternity, stretching to an hour. Bored, he
took a break to take care of his bills. When he got
back to his computer, nothing much had changed, with
one small exception.
~Birdwatcher: LS - speaking from experience, here –
balance is part you part them. Treat them with
respect and love always, but you have to know that if
they feel the situation is unfair or wrong or
something else entirely w/e your best intentions
there's nothing you can do. You cant make them
change. It didn't work out for me and I couldn't
choose so they both left. Sad story boo hoo sure but
do what you can and pray for the rest.
Is that really all there is? He wondered, bookmarking
the site. Love them as best I can, and hope they feel
the same? Could it last, like that? Jabbing a button,
he cut the power.
***
A rollercoaster, he thought. Up 'n down 'n away we
go, screaming into oblivion. As Jahn pulled into the
Reed driveway, he recalled the surge of sheer
pleasure and adrenaline when Jenny had at last called
him the previous evening. A full week of moping
around his apartment, waiting for advice from people
that didn't seem to have anything worthwhile to offer
– depression to exultation, that's what this was.
Jen had told him that she'd made reservations, though
she wouldn't say exactly where, and that she wanted
him to see her dress before they left. Excuse for a
quickie, he was betting, but he'd settle for admiring
a new dress too, if that's really all it was.
Snatching up the rose he'd gotten for her, he let
himself into the house.
"Knock knock?" he shouted, not seeing any sign of the
blonde in the kitchen or living room.
A faint, "Yeah, come on up," greeted him. Quick
negotiation of the stairs led him to her room and he
paused with a frown. What the hell was that smell?
Sand? Incense? Was she burning something? Alarmed, he
yanked open the door to her room. What he saw stunned
him into paralysis.
//Minarets cast in shadow against a burning horizon
of orange and red sun, hazy with the coming twilight.
Bells tolling like vespers signal the day's end and a
call to worship. A woman stands before him, hourglass
figure presenting the same contrast against the
landscape, dark curves clad in translucent,
diaphanous material. A stray wind whips past,
colorful and clear material fluttering alike.//
The entire bedroom was cast in dim and flickering
light, illuminated mostly by a circle of candles.
With wonder, he realized that Jenny was standing in
front of the bed, clad in something certainly, but no
dress. It was some sort of… costume… that brought to
mind a dozen old and dusty fantasies of harem slave
girls clad in revealing silk veils, blouses and
pantaloons, colorful and well-placed sashes the only
nod to modesty.
//Haunting music that evokes the sense of great
loneliness, in a vast and empty desert only sparsely
populated with oases such as these, plays on
unfamiliar instruments. Accompanying the piping notes
is a woman's voice, high rich and beautiful. While
she sings, the lone dark figure standing here begins
to dance.//
An odd clicking noise sounded and exotic music had
begun to play. Arabesque? He speculated. No, that's
stupid.. This is truly _foreign_ music, the stuff you
hear on TV specials or from singers in other
countries. Jahn had no idea, and it only tugged at
his ears with a sense of déjà vu rather than real
recognition.
Jenny… he recognized that it was her, despite the
strange garb, long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail
and feature-concealing shadows of the room… began to
move in liquid sway, first raising her hands skyward
and then unleashing a rhythmic dance that flowed like
undertow, seeming to pull his feet from beneath him.
Holy smoke, he thought, aware of a growing erection
in his pants. This is what really erotic dancing is
about. Not overt and raw sexuality, but hinting and
teasing at the delights that lay concealed behind a
thin veneer of beautiful music and sinuous motion.
His girlfriend's face was unreadable in the darkness,
but she was communicating with him in an different
way, entirely nonverbal, using her body to speak to
him. First gesturing to him with open palms, keeping
him at arms-length, turning and whirling dervish-like
in place, kneeling, bending, twisting, always in
motion, while never losing that graceful and rhythmic
dancing. Colorful sashes drop away, fluttering into
darkness.
Cupped hands, outstretched, pulling just slightly
inward, an invitation to approach, then spreading
outwards as if to encompass the room's small horizon.
Jahn embraced her about the waist, but she still did
not stop moving, the smooth rhythm of her slim body
serving only to excite him further.
There is a roughness to the material as he pulled it
away from her body revealing the pale candle-clad
skin beneath, but it is no bar, was never meant to
be, for what she is offering is his and his alone. He
slid into the delicious tightness between her
shadowed legs, and while he has her firmly within his
embrace, it is she controlling him with her
movements. A low cry of pleasure escaped him as she
moved, towards, away, gyrating, within and without,
the contact of outer flesh against inner flesh
secure, but never the same from one moment to the
next. His release is like an explosion of light,
surging from his loins to hers.
***
A glass of ice water was all Jahn really needed,
though he knew he was done for the evening. Jenny's
little … ambush seemed to have drained him of every
last bit of energy he'd possessed, leaving only a dim
glow of satisfaction. He'd understood the blonde was
far more sexually expressive than her sister, but
she'd always expressed it in raw, purely sexual acts.
This was, well, wow. Setting the glass down, he wiped
residual sweat from his forehead. The sound of
movement from the doorway caused him to turn with a
smile.
"Hey…"
"Hey, yourself." A small, slender woman stood in the
doorway to the kitchen, and for just a second, she
looked just like Jenny. No illusion though, this
woman was dressed in a flattering skirt and blouse
that were far more conservative than anything his
girlfriend wore, and she was much older. Crow's feet
touched the corners of dark eyes, feathered silver-
grey hair framing her forehead, putting her somewhere
in her fifties if he had his guess. He could see
something else in her too… both Jenny and Fiona
Cocking her head in curiosity, as if she were an
inquisitive bird, she looked like an inquisitive
bird. "Fiona's new boyfriend, I presume?"
Unthinkingly, he nodded. "Jahn Halvers. You must be
Mary Reed?"
Their shared attention was drawn to a muffled oath
immediately behind Mrs. Reed, and she turned to see
Jenny, still clad in her harem girl outfit, clutching
a bruised leg, blue eyes wide not just in pain, but
surprise.
to be continued...
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