One Hundred and Twenty-One

One Hundred and Twenty-One: The Dark Lagoon

That chapter title is a rip-off from the movie The Blue Lagoon. 😉

Introducing this sim: http://tasty-pudding.blogspot.com/2011/06/camryn-watts.html (Adyson W.)

This chapter contains inappropriate sexual content.

Our sibling rivalry probably began while we were still nestled in the womb.

My twin brother and I. Always enemies. Even though we grew up as best friends.

Go figure.

Tristan and Justin made their entrance at Lee’s Bar & Eatery.

Yeah. Everyone rejoice, for the Logan twins are in da house, Tristan thought. Our daddy is a rich doctor; our uncle is leader of Shadowvale and the most powerful warlock around.

That means we’re awesome. No one else can compete.

Only my brother can compete with me. Which he tries to do a daily basis.

Music thumped from the surround sound system…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ahl4N-3DQ8I&feature=youtu.be

The bartender was pretty. I had to have her.

But so did my brother.

Damn. She’s hot,” Justin said.

“I know.”

“So you like her too?” Tristan asked.

“Hell yeah.”

Immediately Justin plopped down in the chair and ordered a drink.

“I want a party drink.”

“Coming right up, Sir.”

“Oooh. Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?” Justin said. “Also, I know it’s not Christmas, but Santa’s lap is always ready…”

Tristan scowled.

“You know what they say. Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Tristan burst out laughing.

“You mean you don’t wanna sit on my lap?” Justin asked.

“No.” She laughed as she mixed the drink.

“I’m curious about one thing,” she said.

“What?”

“Are you two twins? You sure look alike.” She giggled.

“Sure. We’re twins but we don’t think alike. At all.”

“Well, you two are cute.”

She handed the drink to Justin.

“You’re cute too, Miss Bartender chick,” he said taking the drink. “It’s just too bad that I struck out.”

Now it was Tristan’s turn…

“I’d like to order a crazy drink,” he said.

“Along with your phone number. But only if you don’t mind.”

“We’ll see.”

To Tristan’s shock, she paused from what she was doing and scrawled something on a tiny piece of paper.

She slid it over to him.

Yeah. It had her name and phone number written on it.

Tristan looked up at her. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” She continued making his drink.

“Wow. Thanks, Adyson.”

“Welcome, hun.”

Meanwhile, Justin stared at Tristan.

Minutes later they walked out of the bar.

“Haha!” Tristan goaded. “I got her number, and you didn’t!”

“Fuck you,” Justin said.

“Oooh, really? You’re right. Looks like I’ll get fucked before you.”

They halted.

“This isn’t over, Tristan. I promise.”

“Yeah. Whatever, sore loser.”

Azura went to see her lover at the shitty factory.

Peering to the left, something was amiss.

It was too quiet. But not quiet for long…

“I love you. Do you believe me?” said Brent Novak.

A woman giggled. “I don’t know… I hardly even know you.”

Azura stepped closer. Shock caused a thick fog inside her brain and gave her tunnel vision.

Her body tingled and quaked. Her throat tightened.

Soft smacking sounds. Brent was kissing her.

Then came the moans.

Azura could not bring herself to look; to peek around the corner where Brent’s bed was.

Could. NOT.

Tears fell. Nothing could hold them back. She choked back sobs.

You… son of a bitch. I’ll kill you for doing this. I promise.

She left.

At virtually the same time, Lucifer played a game of dominoes with Mila.

Sometimes it was boring. Sometimes it was fun.

“Dude, this is like the zillionth time we’ve played this. Don’t you have any other games?”

“I’ve got X-Box and Playstation 3 games. Call of Duty, Saint’s Row, Mass Effect, FEAR, Halo; stuff like that. But I don’t think you’d like those games. Would you?”

She chuckled. “No. I guess I wouldn’t be interested in those.”

A brief silence followed.

“What I’d like is to smoke a joint,” she said moving one of her pieces.

“Uh, I don’t think that would be a good idea. You know how bad your withdrawal was, and now you’re finally better.”

Mila gazed at him. “I know it’s a bad idea. I’m stupid for bringing it up.”

“No. You’re not stupid. You’ve just had a hard time this year,” he said.

“True. Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.” He looked up at her.

“You liked taking care of me, didn’t you?”

Heat spread over his face. “Yeah. Sure I liked taking care of you. You needed help and a place to stay, so I was glad to do it.”

He wouldn’t look at her.

“I’m sorry for the stuff I said. I failed in judging you. I feel so bad for thinking of you as a monster,” she softly said. “You’re nothing like a monster. You’re the nicest, most compassionate person I’ve ever known.”

“You… you even saved my life, Lucifer.”

His eyes lifted to meet hers. He didn’t know what to say; though an odd warmth flowed up his body and caressed his thundering heart.

A heartbeat that accelerated. Faster, faster.

“Can’t think of anything to say?”

“Not really. Except thanks.” Lucifer swept the dominoes off the table. The pieces clattered to the floor.

“Why did you do that? You made a mess.” She laughed.

“I don’t care about the mess. I care about you.”

Tears shone in her eyes. “I care about you too, Lucifer.”

He extended his hand across the table.

Mila took it.

Mila closed the door to Lucifer’s closet. Then she changed into her night clothes.

On the other side of the door, Lucifer did the same thing.

He changed into a pair of shorts and got ready for bed.

However, his eyes slid to the right watching the closet door in his peripheral vision. Wondering about how Mila was doing.

He forced inappropriate thoughts from his mind.

Since turning sixteen he’s had to curtail certain urges. Urges that were beyond frustrating.

Naturally he had such thoughts before then. They just worsened the older he got.

Thankfully he forgot all about those urges, since he’d been helping Mila the past few weeks. There’d been too much drama and pain to think about… shameful things.

Lucifer climbed into bed and fell asleep.

I don’t feel like sleeping in the bunk bed tonight. It’s too lonely.

I feel so much safer and warmer sleeping next to Lucifer.

Mila eyed him through the gaping doorway, then approached his bed.

Crap. I hope he won’t mind. He didn’t mind me sleeping with him while I was having all those problems.

So why would he mind now?

Shit. I hope I don’t wake him up. Then he might get pissed.

I definitely don’t want to make a vampire, or whatever he is, pissed.

Gradually she pulled down the covers.

Oh God! I almost SAT on him! Mila, you idiot.

Lucifer mumbled incoherence in his sleep.

She settled in, relieved she hadn’t fully awakened him.

Darkness wrapped her in its comforting, dreamy embrace.

Safe at last.

He groaned, awakening.

Mila was sleeping mere inches away. Actually she was even closer than that. So close he could feel the heat from her body.

There was something else he could feel.

He kicked down the blanket and bolted from the bed.

God-awful shame overwhelmed him.

How could he ever face her again? Look her in the eye?

“Lucifer?” Mila muttered. “Is something wrong?”

He said nothing and raced from the bedroom.

“Lucifer! What’s wrong?”

He locked the bathroom door, waited for his boner to shrink.

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