Dangerous Infatuation
Dangerous Infatuation
Note: I am working on a collaboration fic with EyeCandy. I searched for some good songs for the club scene and Jesse turned up, smelling of peppermint, singing this song all the time, begging me to write a story about him. How could I refuse his pleading? *ggg*
As soon as you get over the mushy chapters, it might be more than you can handle, so be warned guys!
Reviews: Yes, oh yes please! I need to know if it was worth betraying my fav couple Brennan and Emma!!!!
Dangerous Infatuation
1: Jesse’s Infatuation
The light of many candles broke the darkness of night at the Sanctuary. A door closed and somebody came in. Shalimar didn’t even look up from her book. Silently she read on; one hand languidly played with the cool water of the pond.
She would always recognise his footsteps. He moved closer, causing the blond Mutant to finally turn her head slightly to the side, a smile lighting up her face.
“Hey Jesse.”
Laughter reached her ears. He stepped out from the shadows into the dim light of the candles. A broad smile gracing his features. Grinning he spread his arms, falling on one knee in front of He He bowed down, streaks of his hair falling into his face.
“Good evening, my Lady!”
He took the book out of her hands and threw it carelessly over his shoulder. Jesse kneeled down in front of Shalimar’s resting place, putting his head on his arms. The big smile on his face never leaving.
Shal lifted a brow, looking surprised but smiling into Jesse’s face.
“What bit you?”
Her humour over the situation could be heard in her voice.
“Well, I met that beautiful Puerto Rican girl. We talked, had a couple of drinks and a lot of fun.”
His voice slurred a bit.
“And…?”
Shalimar rolled over to her side until she could face Jesse.
“We danced a little and had some more drinks. Cocktails, to be precise!”
“Did you have a ‘Virgin’?”
“You talking about the girl or the cocktails?”
Jesse laughed out loud and couldn’t stop, as he remembered the situation.
“What did you have?” Shalimar sat up. She grabbed Jesse’s shirt and pulled him closer. Even though the happy expression on her face had changed into something he couldn’t define, Jesse couldn’t stop giggling. He stuck out his tongue and laughed on. She looked into his eyes.
“Geez, you didn’t try the ‘Zombie’ again?”
“Hey Lady, I do have Style! I had Mr. Bonds favourite Cocktail…”
Shalimar raised an eyebrow.
“Martini? Shaken not stirred?”
He shook his head.
“I am not that stylish. Mojito, if you please. But without sexy Halle Berry!”
He jumped to his feet, out of Shalimar’s reach. He laughed again and started spinning in place, arms wide open. He stopped abruptly, barely keeping his balance. He was a little out of breath.
Shalimar couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief. Her elbows rested on her lap and she put her face in her hands. She threw a glance over to her partner, the one she loved like a little brother.
He was drunk! Again. And he chose the only day in over a year when Adam was away to meet some friends. Brennan and Emma were out to a club, too.
A smile lit up her worried face. She remembered the last time he was in this state. They had been on a New Years Eve party and drank a lot of ‘Zombies’.
Maybe the timing for getting drunk wasn’t as bad as she thought. They had no witnesses this time…
Jesse’s voice distracted her thoughts.
“They played that wonderful song in the bar I was in. Want to hear it?”
He looked at her expectantly, waiting for a signal. Shal pulled shrugged her shoulders and smiled completely speechless. Why not? When it would make him happy…
Jesse turned on his heels and sprinted to his bag, getting the CD and moving quickly over to the CD player, gliding the last part of the way over the marble floor. His hair was waving like a flag, the candles sending golden sparkles all over his head.
“I went straight to a shop and bought the CD. I love it!”
“Aaah, yeah..!”
Hot Salsa rhythm started to blast through the Sanctuary. The beat took hold of Jesse immediately. She had to laugh at the sight. He swayed to the music, his moves as good as any Latinos’. Jesse’s shook his hip in a way that reminded her of Ricky Martin.
No, actually it didn’t. Ricky could keep his balance…
Jesse crooked a finger invitingly at Shal, motioning her to join him. He turned his back on her, wiggling his bootie in a very exaggerated and she had to admit, very sexy manner. Shalimar’s sweet laughter joined the music.
“You are crazy!”
“No Lady. I am drunk! And?”
His laughter joined hers. He winked an eye and moved towards her, not losing the rhythm for a second. Jesse grabbed her hand and pulled Shalimar up, moving her into a dancing position, and holding himself straight.
“You don’t want to spoil my good mood, do you?”
Shalimar giggled and tried to free herself. A little embarrassed but slowly relaxing into his strong hold.
“Come on, you’ve danced with me before. Don’t be shy, nobody’s here to watch you. Have some fun!”
He was right. She let the mood of the song take her, her body moving under Jesse’s lead.
They were swinging through the room, moving away and closer again to the pond. Jesse seemed to forget, or simply chose to ignore, the fact that it was Shalimar he was dancing with. His hands moved over places on her body, he would have never touched in a sober state of mind.
Shal’s eyes grew wide with realisation. His moves were seductive, intriguing her, leaving her breathless, helpless. He took her hand but it felt like he would steal her heart.
They kept on dancing to the rhythm of the music. She felt his fingertips grip her hip and she simply fell into the rare bliss that occurred when their bodies touched.
A sigh escaped her. The part of her mind not infatuated by Jesse told her that it was the alcohol, making Jesse act this way. She wanted to do something but couldn’t somehow…
Startled, she stepped back when Jesse let go all of a sudden, jumping on the surrounding edge of the pond without tripping. For a moment she watched fascinated.
His strong muscles were moving under the tight jeans and shirt. His face relaxed, eyes closed, totally lost in the moment. But soon she jumped up, dancing with him again, just adoring the feeling of the music, and completely letting herself go with it.
Shalimar’s breathing was shallow. The little devil in her mind told her, to lose herself in the moment… Heat rushed through them as they moved faster, wilder.
Flickers from the candles made the water look alive. Water… Cool water, the good part of her mind reminded her.
Blue-grey eyes, looking deep in her brown ones, shooed the little Angel away. He whispered the words more than sang them to her:
‘He tells me, mammy I need ya… and my heartbeat pumps so strong… getting lost in the rhythm… Te Qiero, te quiero…’
Jesse tongue flicked out, licking his lips slowly before he moved his head closer to…
SPLASH!
The water splashed up high and into their faces as they landed in the pond. Jesse lost his balance and fell to his knees, while Shalimar kept herself upright. It wasn’t that unexpected to her, their fall…
She had to laugh out loud at the look of surprise on his face. The music still played and she started dancing again, kicking the water all over Jesse’s face to the beat of the song. He tried to jump up but the drinks he had earlier made it a little difficult for him.
Another try and he was on his feet, dancing like crazy again, kicking the water, and splashing it all over the place.
Shal felt only partially relieved. She had enjoyed his desire, although she knew he’d regret all of it in the morning. Only around her, was Jesse able to let himself go completely. He grabbed her attention when he lost balance again. She barely reached him before he slipped in the water again.
She pushed him onto his back on the walls from the surrounding. Laughing and ing ing wet, he tried to catch his breath. She smiled when she looked down on him, her hands resting on his heaving chest.
Jesse pulled Shalimar close, exhausted from all the cocktails and the dancing. He pushed the wet hair out of her face, taking her chin with his hand.
“I love you, do you know that?”
He looked sleepily up to her. The desire, the alcohol and the music had swept through him, was gone. She could see nothing more than love shining from his eyes.
“I love you, too. My poor little, drunk Jesse…”
She laughed softly before she kissed his forehead.
“Let’s go to bed. I’ll help you.”
~~~*~~~
Shalimar had to carry, more than walk, Jesse into his room. It took a lot of pushing and pulling, to take the wet clothes off of him, but she finally managed. Already half asleep, he took her hand and placed a kiss onto it. A muttered ‘Thanks’ hardly passed his lips before he fell asleep.
Silently she turned of the lights, standing for a moment in the dark, listening to his regular breathing. A soft sigh escaped her while watching him sleep. She would remember this evening for a long time. She could still feel his touch on her skin…
~~~*~~~
Coming back to blow out the candles, Shalimar found Emma and Brennan by the pond. The lights were on and she could see the mess, she and Jesse had left. Everything was wet and barely a candle was burning. The music still blasted from the speakers.
Brennan turned around, folding his arms in front of his broad chest. His smile was devilish. He looked her up from head to toe. She was dripping wet, not having the opportunity to dry off yet.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, we just can’t leave you alone for an evening?”
Emma looked worriedly at her.
“What happened?”
“That’s what I’d like to know!” Brennan’s smile hadn’t faded away a bit.
“Mojitos!”
“What?”
Brennan looked suspiciously to Emma. Then back to Shalimar.
“Help me clean up and I might tell you!”
“Oh no! Never!”
Brennan started to walk away, then turned back to face Shalimar.
“That good? Worth it?”
Her eyes flashed yellow and catlike for a second.
“You bet!”
Silently she finished the sentence in her head. ‘At least the parts I will tell you…”
The End?
Somebody gets me a Mojito, please? LMAO!!!!!
How this chapter came to life, I do not know. The story got a mind of its own, stronger than mine. I had this weird idea and I think it will need a lot more chapters to develop and create. I hope you Enjoy!
2: Hangover
The next morning was a Saturday. Adam wouldn’t be home before Sunday evening, so everybody slept in. They had said the first one up would make breakfast. It was Emma and because it was already quite late, she decided to make brunch.
The table was set, the smell of coffee filled the sanctuary and the sizzling of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages in the frying pan finally reached the lazy bunch still in their beds.
Brennan didn’t even bother with clothes. He just put a T-Shirt on over his shorts, bare feet touching the floor as he helped himself to the strong brew.
Shalimar at least wore pyjama’s similar to Emma’s, minus the cardigan the telepath wore over them, and slippers on her feet.
All three of them looked tired, just sitting at the table without exchanging a word, drinking the coffee and waiting for the caffeine to kick in. Emma kept an eye on the pan, yawning from time to time.
“Done. Who wants some?”
Brennan laughed quietly and the smile spreading over his face made him appear more alert than before.
“Maybe Jesse wants some? Where is the drunken coward anyway?”
Shalimar threw a punch at his side but joined in with his laughter.
“He’s no coward! He was just in a good mood yesterday. I’ll go and get him.”
The dark haired Mutant was still grinning.
“If he’s not in bed, you might find him in the bathroom, embracing the toilet.”
Shal threw an angry glare at him before she walked out of the room.
Silently she opened the door to Jesse’s bedroom. Brennan’s words weren’t true. He was still sleeping or at least it looked like it. His eyes were closed and he didn’t move. Only his breathing was a little to rapid for him to be asleep.
“Jesse?”
No answer.
‘Jesse, you awake?”
Again, there came no answer from the Mutant. For a moment she watched him, unsure what to do. An evil idea crossed her mind, her smile mirroring the thought. If he could drink, he could get up as well…
Yellow flashed over her eyes, shape of a cat, merciless. A few fast steps brought her to the bed and jumping on it with her full weight, she landed on her friend.
“Wake up, Sweetheart!”
A loud groan escaped Jesse, his eyes popped open and he looked groggily at the feral.
“You are mean!” His voice sounded pained and immediately Shalimar regretted pouncing on him.
Quickly, she got off of him, slipping under the blanket beside Jesse, cradling him in her arms.
He leaned against Shal, resting his head on her shoulder, face pressed deep in the hollow of her neck.
“I have such a headache. It feels like my head is split in half!”
The blond woman couldn’t stifle a giggle. Her voice sounded quite teasing as she reached out with her hands, gently stroking over the golden-brown hair.
“My poor, little Jesse. I wonder where this came from?”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
With a sigh, he put his arms around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. He threw one leg over hers, covering Shal with his warm body.
Memories from the past evening crossed the blond Mutant’s mind, making her skin ache for the touch of the man, her partner, friend and little brother, embracing her so deeply.
Without realising it, her fingers moved down Jesse’s spine, caressing him with her fingertips.
“You remember, what we did yesterday?”
The question was asked softly, surprising her a little. She’d never thought of Jesse as more than just a friend. It scared her a little…
“Hmm, yeah…”
Jesse turned his head slightly, almost causing Shal to pull back from the sudden touch of his lips on her skin. Her hip was grabbed more firmly, the feel of his long fingers burning through every nerve of her body.
Oh yes, he remembered. It was like he had seen her for the first time with his eyes wide open. The way, her blond hair fell down her back in such a lovely way. The curve of her hip as she leaned, relaxed, against the wall surrounding the pond. A face with big eyes, taking his full attention with it when she looked straight into his.
“We shouldn’t have done that. Danced like we did!”
Shalimar felt his whispered words, a rush of heat on her neck. But did he really mean what he just said?
“It was just a drunken emotion.” Her own voice sounded sad, matching Jesse’s thoughts.
Jesse licked his lips, touching her skin ever so slightly. Or was it just her imagination tricking her?
Jesse changed his position a little, pushing her down underneath his body, the sweet pressure of his weight causing her to lie very still.
Fingers moved sweetly over her side or didn’t they?
Shalimar leaned her heated face on his soft hair. She was confused, unable to think straight. Again, the fight in her head started anew about right or wrong. The little devil grew stronger with the warmth of Jesse’s body spreading through her veins, guiding her hands over his back and shoulders and neck.
Jesse made small approving sounds…
The door was pushed wide open with such power, that it hit the wall with a loud bang. Startled, Shalimar let go of Jesse, almost jumping out of bed.
Jesse winced under the sudden noise, cutting like a knife through his already tortured mind.
Brennan stormed in and had the same devilish smile on his face as the night before, when he saw the mess at the pond.
“I thought you wanted to get Jesse out of bed? And what do I see now? Nothing but an excuse to lay down again.”
He moved closer and took hold of the blanket. His eyes gleamed with mischief when he snagged it away.
Jesse just rolled onto his side, glaring daggers at his tall partner before he pulled the pillow over his head.
“Go away!” His voice growled wolf-like from underneath the cushion.
“Yes, leave us alone!”
Shalimar grabbed another pillow and threw it at Brennan’s head. He caught it easily and threw it back, the blanket following the pillow. In no time, the two Mutants were in the midst of a heavy pillow fight with poor Jesse being trapped in the middle of it.
Finally they stopped, laughing and panting loudly, leaving the sick Mutant between them with the strong desire to beat the hell out of them. He needed an aspirin really badly.
“Ok, I’ll go and eat your breakfast now. You better hurry or it’s gone!”
Brennan combed his fingers through his hair before he turned around, leaving the other two in the scrambled mess of Jesse’s bed. The young man just let out a sigh of relief, rolling onto his back. Shal bent over him for a second, searching his eyes.
He couldn’t place out the emotion in them.
A small, smile spread over her face before she leaned down, kissing him softly on his forehead. Silently she stood up, leaving Jesse alone with his thoughts…
Tbc
Disclaimer: This is short but very important. I haven’t decided a name so far for my Mutant but I will one fine day.
Oh and sorry for the drinking and driving thing. But hey, it would look a little strange if Jesse would just grab a yellow cab back to Sanctuary, wouldn’t it? Still, don’t drink and drive!!!!
3: Betrayal
The Puerto-Rican girl was ready to go. She was all dressed up for a hot night at the club, ready to roll. Her boyfriend watched her with suspicion. It was the fifth time in the last three weeks that she was going out. Of course, it was “only with some of her girlfriends”. Yeah, right!
It burnt him. A friend had told him about her and this other guy she’d met. She’d betrayed him and even lied straight to his face. But he needed proof and he would get it tonight.
“Mucho broma, carina! I’ll see you later!” He said it, kissing her goodbye as she left.
Moving over to the darkened window, he stood and watched how she stepped out of the house. He waited until she started the car then followed…
Later that night, he followed her into the club. She flirted with the bartender and he paid for her drink. Like always, she never had to pay for anything.
A blond guy approached her. He looked good, his smile broad with grey-blue eyes. They talked and laughed and flirted even more. He knew, he was right. This must be her lover, the one she’d betrayed him with. He still needed to hear what they were saying.
Somehow he managed to get the bartender into the dark hallway by faking an illness and asking for help. He enjoyed the panic and fear in the guy’s eyes when he changed to suddenly look like the bartender himself. A sadistic smile spread over the Mutant’s features before the shape-shifter punched his left fist right into his ‘own’ face. Unconscious, the man fell down and was quickly dragged away.
He took his place behind the bar, giving out drinks, moving as close at he could to his girlfriend and her ‘lover’. He saw the blond guy dancing with his girl, saw him touching her and when the shape shifter saw him kiss HIS girl, the bottle of beer he held in his hands shattered into a thousand pieces.
He would have killed him right here and now, if they hadn’t been in public. So he would have to wait until he could get them alone. Later…
They left together very late that night. He followed them as soon as they moved out the door. He didn’t notice the frightened looks on some of the young women’s faces because of him changing back into his own body, while he walked angrily out the club.
A silver Audi drove quickly away in a cloud of dust. It must have been the blond guys car, the Mutant thought. All right, he would get him sooner or later. Now, that he knew what the man looked like. He would find him…
He noticed somebody walking slowly and a little unsteadily down the street. The long, black hair swayed in the rhythm of the steps, falling all the way down her back.
The evil grin returned on the shape-shifters face when he recognized his girlfriend. He would give her a warm welcome when she came home…
Tbc
Disclaimer: I couldn’t just put Jesse and Shalimar together. After all, they were friends for a long time and loved each other like brother and sister. And I had to let my shape-shifter find Jesse and meet one of the other Mutants. Brennan in this case. Oh and if you need to compare Brennan to my Mutant: They have the same height but Brennan has like around almost 5o pounds less than he has, ok? I needed him to be stronger than the guys! You’ll see later why!
4: Moody
Jesse has been acting a bit strangely lately, Brennan thought. It wasn’t too bad but in a way he seemed to be avoiding Shalimar a little ever since the weekend he had the ‘episode’ with the cocktails.
The morning after, he had found them deeply embraced in his bed before somehow the pillow fight had started. Everything had seemed ok then.
Adam came home on Sunday and asked all kind of questions. You know him. Always wanting to know the smallest details about what happened in every single minute.
Something happened? Emma had looked at Jesse, he’d looked at Shal and she threw a glance over to Brennan. They had started smiling.
Of course not!
Everyone had obviously completely forgotten about the little dance episode at the pond. Some secrets were better kept well hidden.
The days after, Brennan found Jesse deeply in thought sometimes. He saw him watching Shalimar when she didn’t notice it. His face had a weird expression on it that Brennan couldn’t really define.
Jesse seemed quite upset when Brennan caught him watching Shalimar. They almost got into a fight about it on Thursday. He yelled so much that the girls came running. Shal tried to calm the situation down with some teasing about guys and their cockiness, putting a hand on Jesse’s shoulder.
He pushed her away and stormed out, without even looking her in the eyes. He’d looked on the verge of tears to Brennan.
Shal’s looked concerned big eyes up to him.
“I don’t know what else I can do! He won’t even talk to me anymore.”
Her voice was barely a whisper when she continued: “If I only knew, what I’d done to him…”
She knew. Kind of at least or could think about the only reason for his behaviour. What she didn’t know was the reason why he wouldn’t talk to her about it.
Brennan took her hand for a second, squeezing it tight. He smiled confidently.
“I’ll go and find out!”
She couldn’t do more than nod, thankful.
~~*~~
Jesse heard the loud knock on his door but before he could answer, Brennan opened it and stepped into his room.
“I don’t want to talk. I am going out…”
The deep voice of his friend filled the whole room, his voice firm, allowing no compromise.
“Ok, I’ll come with you. Let’s have a guys night out.”
Jesse looked at the tall Mutant annoyed. He needed the answer to something but the _expression on Brennan’s face stilled all the thoughts in his mind. He just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Whatever he said…
~~*~~
An hour later, the two Mutants sat silently at the bar, both with a bottle of beer in front of them. It happened to be exactly the same club and bar, Jesse went to the week before, spending the evening with the Puerto Rican girl. He didn’t care.
“So what bit you?”
Brennan took a sip from his bottle.
Jesse blue-grey eyes looked daggers at Brennan but he didn’t mind. He got no answer.
“You know, Shalimar is a bit concerned about you.”
Jesse just laughed silently, almost angrily. There was still no real answer.
“She was wondering what she’d done to you that you’re not even talking to her anymore.”
A small sigh and a sip of the drink.
“Nothing!”
His voice sounded raw like he’d been shouting a lot. He kept his eyes down, drawing invisible lines on the table.
“You’re acting a bit weird for nothing! Tell me about last Friday!”
Jesse looked up quite shocked and eyed his partner suspiciously. What did he know?
“I don’t know anything if that is what your thinking. But I would like to know. Tell me, come on!”
Jesse still felt unsure about what to do. He couldn’t stand the brown eyes staring right into his soul, it seemed, so he turned his attention to the table and the bottle of beer again.
He hesitated for a short moment before he started telling Brennan quietly what had happened. About him being drunk. The dance with Shalimar and how he felt with her in his arms. Her, his best friend and sister, all of a sudden a woman he craved for. Jesse talked and talked and Brennan listened.
The dark, haired Mutant wasn’t too surprised for he’d seen the way Jesse had watched her the last few days. A smile crept over his face. Why not? Shalimar was a beautiful woman and Jesse knew her best and worst sides. And he had always loved her. The love had just changed into something more, something deeper and warmer in the last few days,. There was nothing bad about it. Jesse just had to figure that out.
The two Mutants were so involved in their conversation that they didn’t notice the bartender watching them the whole time. His face had a strange _expression, angry and merciless, yet trying to look unaffected at the same time.
For a split second his whole features changed. His brown hair became blond and the dark eyes changed into blue. The muscular body with broad shoulders became a lean body with a small waist. No one noticed in the flash of bright lights in the club.
The shape-shifter found what he was looking for…
Tbc
Disclaimer: I hope I found Proxi Blue’s tone. This is bloody but I had to make sure you know what this Mutant is capable of and willing to do. Later more from it. Sob, poor Jesse… But that’s a chapter for itself!
5: News
Emma was sitting at the computer when Proxi Blue interrupted her solitaire game. The message started and just a few seconds later Adam heard her calling him all the way through the Sanctuary.
“Adam, look at that!”
The dismay in her voice alarmed Shalimar as well and both of them came running at once. Emma pointed shocked to the screen. “This is horrible!”
“At 2o’clock in the morning, a woman’s body was found at the banks of the river just half a mile away from the docklands.
The woman was between 22 and 25years old and Puerto Rican origin. There was no sign of Mutation to be found.
Her eyes were stabbed by pieces of glass. Deep cuts, probably from a large hunters-knife, were set on her cheeks. The same knife was used to open her chest and cut out her heart before it was placed in her right hand.
The police commissioner announced that the murderer must be mentally ill. The way the woman was killed reminded of a ritual from the 16th century.
Blinding the eyes was supposed to stop men or woman from looking at someone else then their wedded husband or wife. It was used mostly for woman at this time.
Disfiguring the face was supposed to discriminate the whore from a honourable woman. Or mark the outlaw.
Cutting out the heart was simply a means to make sure the person is dead. Placing it in one hand could mean two different things.
The left hand meant the person was suspected to do any harm. At this time of age nobody needed a proof for lets say witchcraft, dishonourable behaviour or something similar. The word of a respected man was all the judge wanted to hear.
Was the heart placed in the right hand though, a clear proof was given.
The body of the woman was unclothed and marked with the word: Whore, written on her stomach. The blood used to it showed signs of an abnormal DNA. The Killer was a Mutant!
The Police announced that they already know where the woman lived. The place was full of blood and her ripped of clothes were found. The door showed no sign of forcing the way into the apartment. The victim knew her murderer.”
The message was given and Proxi Blue disappeared from the screen, leaving Shalimar with spinning thoughts.
“Jesse met a Puerto Rican in a club last week. They spent a couple of hours together.”
Emma looked up to her from the chair she was sitting in.
“I think more than one woman from Puerto Rico lives in this town. I doubt it was her.”
“Emma is right Shalimar. The chances are very low that Jesse knew this woman.”
Shalimar shook her head.
“I don’t know, I have a bad feeling in my stomach. And usually I can trust my feelings!”
Adam smiled calming at the blond Mutant.
“We will show Jesse the report and he can tell us if he knows her. Until then you shouldn’t worry!”
“Maybe you are right…” But she didn’t sound convinced at all.
Tbc