“Christian!” Paul came running and positioned himself in between Christian and the other team with its consisting members, Mark and Ben.

“Get out of the frigging way, Paul!” Christian argued as he tried to move Paul away and focused on Mark and Ben.

“No, I won’t, Christian,” Paul said.

The pounding in his head came. Paul had always called him “Chris” and he only called him “Christian” whenever something went wrong and Paul plays peacemaker – which was something that happens very rarely.

“It’s time to explain, Chris,” Ben said with his tiny burst of bravery and stopped abruptly as his boldness vanished.

Christian stared at Ben. “There is nothing that you don’t know about me.”

Ben was nudging Mark, encouraging him to say something to back him up. “Erm… er… how are you gonna explain this tape then?” Mark bent over and reached into the bin.

Ben thought that his heart had stopped beating when Christian looked at the tape and then back to Mark and Ben’s faces and then back to the tape again. He thought that that’ll be the end of Mark Daniel Read and Benjamin Stephen Adams.

It came as a surprise when Christian burst into laughter, a very hysterical laugh. It scared the livings out of Ben when he laughed. He really did thought that they’re dead but he didn’t expect Christian to start laughing.

“What?” Paul questioned Christian as he looked at his blond friend whom he reckoned had just cracked under the pressure of the tours.

“Mark, Ben, you muppets!” Christian laughed. “That tape was meant for the next album!”

“You mean, it wasn’t the “personal” tape that you knew we’re searching for?” Mark asked incredulously.

“No, it wasn’t!” Christian doubled over in laughter. Somehow, he felt relieved. “The song in that tape… you guys are supposed to listen to it this afternoon before the gig but apparently, you’d already heard the song!”

Ben and Mark both blushed bright red as they realised their mistake.

“Alright,” Christian said as he straightened up, trying to calm himself. “You wanna know the contents of that very, very “personal” tape, yeah?” When he’d received a nod from both Ben and Mark and later on, Paul, Christian reached into a shelf behind him and pulled out another tape.

“This is the one.” He handed the tape over to Ben’s outstretched arm.

“What a nice colour!” Paul commented as he saw the colour of the tape. It wasn’t like any ordinary tape… it was a digital cassette and it was silvery-gold in colour. Christian grinned at Paul in return.

Mark searched for an appropriate player and popped the tape into the player. As the cassette played, all three could tell that it was a very depressing song. The sadness in the song was unbearable as Ben felt tears stung his eyes. However, he held on tight before the waters break its barriers.

As the tape came to an end, Mark switched off the player before he faced Christian. But he was shocked to the core when he found Christian on the verge of crying as he was cupping his nose and mouth with both of his hands.

“Chris?”

Christian looked up. His green eyes were glistened all over.

“Is there something you would like to share with us?”

“No, there shouldn’t be. That’s the “personal” tape you guys had been searching for… it’s just that the song brought back many memories.”

“Were they good memories?” Paul asked softly. “Because from the way you’re singing it, those memories weren’t supposed to be good.”

“I won’t answer your question, Paul. But I will answer all of your questions one day when I’m ready. I just can’t spill all my heart’s contents out at the moment. The experience was a bumpy and painful ride for me and her.” Christian sniffled and when he excused himself from the room, he was simply mumbling inaudibly.

“Well, it looks like it was very hard for him,” Ben commented quietly as the other two agreed with Ben.

 

~~~

 

“I’ve got you where I wanted,” she whispered.

“No, babe, I got you where I wanted,” he replied. And then, he began to nuzzle the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access to her neck, shivering when he kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear.

His hands stroked her thighs, then moved between to caress the heat of her, She nearly came off the bed. She tried to move his hand away, but he silenced her with another deep kiss. And still he continued his erotic love play until she was shaking with her need.

He was driving her out of her mind, and she could feel her control slowly slipping away. Desperate for the feeling of him inside her, she cried out, “Babe, are we supposed to be doing this?”

He slowly moved down her body, his mouth hot against her skin as he placed wet kisses along her collarbone.

“We can do anything we want,” he cooed. His heart was pounding and he was hard and hot. “Tell me,” he demanded as one hand slid down between the valley of her breasts. “Does this make you happy?”

A scant second after asking that question, his mouth covered her breast. She reacted as though she’d just been struck by hot, white lightning. She sucked in her breath, groaned low in her throat, and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

Breathlessly, she answered, “Oh, yes, that makes me happy.”

“Then, this is going to make you delirious.” He slowly moved lower, caressing and kissing her intimately until she was writhing in his arms. He wouldn’t let her hold back as he made love to her with his mouth, she arched up against him, screamed his name, and scored his shoulders with her nails.

Covering her mouth with his, his hands gripped her hips, he tried to enter her slowly, thinking that it would be less painful for her, but then she moved ever so slightly, and that was all it took. He was lost. Thrusting deeper, he penetrated her completely and captured her soft cry with another hungry kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth to coax a response and make her forget the pain he had caused.

He stayed completely still, his discipline in threads now, and burying his face in the crook of her neck, he took deep, ragged breaths to try to make himself slow down. She needed time to adjust to his invasion, but God, it was killing him not to move. He knew he’d hurt her, and he hoped to God that the pain would soon be forgotten.

The pain had taken her breath away, but it receded almost immediately. The feel of him inside of her thrilled her.

“Babe?” she whispered.

“It’s alright, love. Just don’t move… just let me… ah, you moved…”

She had shifted slightly, then gasped, shocked by the incredible sensation the movement had caused. A burst of raw pleasure coursed right through her body so intensely she cried out. She tried to lie perfectly still but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. She moved again and the pleasure intensified.

He groaned in reaction. He was planted solidly inside her, yet still he tried to temper the ravenous demands of his body. Then she moved again, and the battle to take it slow and easy was lost. His discipline vanished. He slowly withdrew, then sank deep inside her again.

She became wild, for the erotic feelings controlled her movements now. Instinctively she drew her legs up to take him deeper inside. She clung to him when the first tremors ignited, squeezing him tightly inside her.

She screamed his name as ecstasy overpowered her, ignited by the magnitude of her climax. He stoked the fire of passion with each hard thrust. And only then when he knew she had found her fulfilment did he gave in to his own. With an almost violent shudder, he thrust deep and she heard him groaned deep in his throat. She knew it was nearly over.

He didn’t move for long minutes. The only sound was harsh panting as each tried to recover.

Almost too soon, he withdrew from inside her. Her body was screaming for him to go back in there but he stayed where he was.

He was bursting with, basically, everything – every feeling you can think of. He suddenly thought it might be a very good idea to make love to her again.

His hands cupped the sides of her face and he kissed her lazily and thoroughly. He shifted his position again and kissed her before rolling to his side and pulled her into his arms.

“Darling, I’ll never leave you,” she whispered as she laid her head onto his bare chest.

“I know you won’t, babe,” he answered back just as soft. “All I want to do now and forever is just to wake up by your side every morning and to be in bed with you every time I’m off to bed.”

She mumbled something else as she drifted off to sleep. He felt the exhaustion too – probably worked just a little too hard earlier on her – and as his eyes closed, his nightmare begun.

 

She was dead to the whole world the next morning as he got out of bed. Cautiously, as he tried to move around without making any noise that could’ve caused her to wake, he picked up his clothes that had been strewn all around the room and tiptoed to the bathroom.

After he’d showered and dressed, he walked out of the bathroom, thinking that it might be a good idea to say goodbye to her and return back to his house. His father might not be very happy about him staying overnight at Lyeana’s house – what would he say if he found out that he had sex with her?! – he might probably get beaten up but even if he die now, he would die a happy man.

“Love?” he called as he touched her shoulder lightly.

Lyeana wasn’t moving.

“Baby?” he called out again, this time louder, his calling accompanied by an attempted grab at her shoulder.

It didn’t last long enough. As soon as he placed his hand on her shoulder, he knew there was something wrong. She was cold, as cold as ice.

‘Strange’, he thought. A thought sunk into his head suddenly as he realised one thing. He remembered hearing it from her father. Panicked and worried that it might have happened for real, he placed two fingers under her nose and waited for the warm soft caress of air but there was none.

A choke rose to his throat as he turned her over to her back and tried to search for a pulse but again, he couldn’t find any. He took several staggering steps backward when he realised that his thought had just turned to reality.

“Lyeana?” he called tentatively, hoping that he was wrong. When she didn’t answer even though he was shouting her name, he knew that she’s gone. She’d left him… forever. He couldn’t control his emotions anymore. He let out the tears that he’d held inside of him, crying out Lyeana’s name from time to time, a part of him expecting her to wake up and comfort him but that didn’t happen. It’s just not happening… he should’ve realised that but he couldn’t accept the truth.

“Lyeana!!” he shouted, sobbing harder and feeling the pain in his eyes. When he felt like his eyes were too dry to shed even one more tear, fresh tears welled up. “Why?” he sobbed as he buried his head into the crook of her neck. “Why did you have to leave?”

He walked forward and dropped to his knees, hugging his girlfriend’s now-cold shoulders tightly – trying to save the feel of his girlfriend and hoping that it’ll last for as long as he lived.

 

 

~Ah-ha!!! Been waiting for very long now, haven’t you?? Hahaha… well, can’t help it though… tonnes of schoolwork – probably need to hire someone soon to carry all my homework. My school bag’s getting very damn heavy everyday. Well, nothing could get in the way of this fic though. Watch this space coz I promise you, this fic will definitely end!! I’ll see to that! So, enjoy!!~