September 11-15, 01
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Rated NC-17 for slight sexual situations. Ron is not in this fic. Let's pretend he doesn't exist.
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"Do you hear that?" George asked as he and Julianna walked into the darkness of his house. Julianna nodded slightly and stepped closer to him.
"Yeah. What is it?" She whispered. He took her hand and shrugged.
"I don't know. You should let me go check." He said, looking toward the stairs. She shook her head.
"I'm coming with you." She said. He glanced at her before he turned back around.
"Okay." He replied softly and began to make his way toward the stairs. They climbed the stairs quietly and slowly until they reached the top. George stopped.
"Does that..."
"It sounds like someone's having sex." Julianna whispered. George's jaw hardened and his free hand clenched into a fist. Julianna glanced at his eyes and saw they had darkened with anger. "George.." She murmured. He began walking to the bedroom. She went quickly behind him, clutching his hand in hers, trying to restrain him. But he was pissed.
He rounded the door and stepped into the room. Julianna glanced over his shoulder. There was a man with light brown hair pushing himself into Celine who was under him, her arms around his torso. George shook Julianna's hand off and stalked to the bed. He grabbed the man with enough force that it knocked the man to the floor.
"What the..?" He couldn't continue because George had rammed his fist into the man's face.
"George! Don't!" Julianna said loudly. Celine, lying on the bed, her and George's bed, looked at the men in shock as George plowed his fist into the guy's gut. Julianna pulled on his right arm but he ignored her and continued sending punches. Celine hopped out of the bed, naked as the day she was born, and tried to pull George off. He whirled on her, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Get your whore hands off of me!" He shouted.
"Hey!" The man protested weakly. George turned and punched him in the jaw, nearly knocking it out of alignment.
"George! Dammit, George, stop it! You'll kill him." Julianna shouted into his ear as she pulled on his arm with all her strength. He looked down at the man before he glanced at Julianna. Slowly George rose and for everyone's safety, Julianna continued to hold his arm.
"Get the hell out of my house." George said softly but his voice was hard. Then he turned and stormed out of the room. Julianna followed him, glanced back one time and followed George into the spare room which he had entered. He began to pace.
"George.." Julianna murmured. He didn't reply. She sighed and walked to him, taking his right arm back into her hands. She moved her touch lower until she could view his knuckles which were scraped and bleeding slightly from the force of his punches. "Let me get something for th-.."
"No." He murmured softly and pulled his hand away. "It's alright. It's not bad." He said quietly. Then his body stiffened as he heard Celine and her lover walking down the hallway. Julianna placed a hand on his upper arm and they waited until they heard the sound of the front door close, downstairs. "Julianna.." He murmured once the door had closed. She looked up at him and saw the fresh hurt in his eyes. She managed a weak smile.
"C'mere." She said and pulled him into her arms. He bent his head, burrowing his nose into her shoulder and he squeezed his eyes shut. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. She smoothed down his hair on the back of his head and murmured quietly into his ear. Soothing.
"Jules.." He mumbled into her neck.
"Shh.." She murmured and then froze when she felt his lips on her neck. "George?" She asked, her voice filled with questions. He couldn't help it. Even though he had just caught his girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, in the middle of having sex with another man, George wanted to forget, needed to. And as he held Julianna close, her felt her small, feminine body against his. And was becoming aroused.
His lips traveled up her neck and over her jaw, exploring her, smelling her female scent. "I need you." He murmured gruffly, his voice muffled against her cheek as his lips kissed. Her eyes fluttered half-way closed.
"George.." She murmured.
"Please, Jules. Please." He said and then met her mouth with his. Slid right in. They both sighed, simultaneously. Julianna's arms tightened around his neck and she shuffled closer. He shifted and she felt his arousal pressed against her thigh and knew she could never resist him.
Not this man she loved.
He drew her towards the bed and was relieved when she didn't protest. He lifted her gently and lay her back on the bed and lowered his body onto hers. He met her gaze and then took the kiss deeper. Her eyes slid closed and she let him have her the way she had always wanted him.
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George lay still on top of Julianna, the only thing moving was his chest against hers. Both breathing deeply as they caught their breath. Chocolate eyes stared into hazel ones, studying each other. Finally, George rolled off of her and sat up, naked, on the edge of the bed. She watched as he rubbed his hands over his face. Then he stood and bent down, picking up his boxers like nothing had happened. He slid them on and turned to look at her, still lying naked, tangled in the sheets.
"I'm going to go fix some dinner." He said. Julianna watched him leave the room and she felt completely bewildered. Slowly, Julianna looked down at herself and felt her cheeks pink slightly. I'm lying out like a little whore, she thought. Quickly she slid out of the bed and re-dressed herself as fast as she could. When she was finished she glanced around the room, looking at George's clothes in piles around the room where he had left him. Then she looked at the bed, all rumpled and tangled from their rendezvous. She sat quickly on the bed and looked down at her hands.
"Oh hell." She muttered and heard George making some noise down in the kitchen. She wondered if they would go on acting like it hadn't happened or if he would want to acknowledge it.
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Julianna quickly found out he was going to act like it hadn't happened. She shut his front door behind her as she left and thought back over the dinner they had just shared. George hadn't talked about Celine..or the sex that had happened between herself and him. He had talked about work. Anything but those two topics. Julianna sighed and pulled her keys quickly out of her purse as she headed to her car. That went well, she thought and felt like crying.
As soon as Julianna entered her house and shut the door behind her, those tears began. She leaned back against the oak door and slid slowly to the floor. The hot, salty tears slid down her cheeks and she squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stop them.
She felt so used. By the man she loved. A tiny, muffled sob escaped her lips and she pressed her fingers to her mouth but the sobs began slipping through, growing louder and louder until her chest was heaving with them. Julianna pulled her knees to her chest, resting her forehead on them, and let her heartache take over. Maybe she would feel better in the end.
But she didn't. All that she accomplished was a heavy feeling in her chest. She slowly stood from her position on the floor and wiped her fingers under her eyes. She sighed and decided to go take a shower and go to bed early, figuring she would need the extra time to get to sleep tonight. Julianna made her way up the stairs and into her bedroom. She flipped on a light and then dug around in her dressers for some pajamas. Then she headed into the bathroom and without looking at herself in the mirror, turned the shower on.
Finally she turned and looked at herself. Her eyes were red, as were her nose and her cheeks. Her cheeks were also damp and her mascara was smudged a bit under her eyes. Where her face wasn't red, she was paler than normal. Narrowed down, she looked like shit. She sighed and turned, choosing not to look at herself, hoping she would look better after the shower. She quickly stripped and turned to the shower, watching the steam billow out the top. She opened the shower door and turned the tap slightly toward the cold side, so the water wouldn't scald her. Then she stepped under.
She let the water pound her chest for awhile before she stepped forward and let the water run over her face. She scrubbed her hands over her face a bit and smoothed her hair back and suddenly she froze. Oh God, oh God. They hadn't used anything. No protection. What would she do if she was pregnant?
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