Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

It's fine, don't worry. My replies are quite suckish lately too, because I've been doing it on mobile and a sleepy state of mind as well. Lol. He missed driving a car like this a car that can blend in with other people's cars, a car that would not get the same stares he does when he drives it around town. His management would always insist that one of the most popular models of the world should not go maneuvering around with a piece of junk, as they'd call it. The controls felt odd and new at first, and with his slightly drunken state, Mike had a hard time in the first few minutes of the ride but the sense of familiarity kicked in after a while. The whole drive to his condo was silent. Once in a while he'd notice her fidgeting on her seat, perhaps with the fear of drunk-driving, but Mike wasn't entirely drunk. Not close to it, even. He was aware of absolutely everything with his senses heightened above usual. He could still drive perfectly and unless an officer would randomly pull them over and take a good sniff at him, it was like he didn't drunk at all. Relax, Juliette. I won't get us killed, I won't get your car damaged. I promise, Mike said. His voice was not demanding, not teasing, not anywhere close to how Juliette thinks of him. His voice was comforting, almost too soft and fragile that at that very moment, people might not even recognize his voice. This night, he'd be the normal kid. He'd be the Mike he always wanted to be, and not the Mike who's the person he's expected to be. As a young star in the limelight, there was always that odd expectation to be the cool kid and to be full of life and full of confidence but once in a while, he'd grow quite sick of that. He wanted to be weak too, he wanted to speak comfortingly to a girl too, he wanted to be sweet, he wanted to be a gentleman and though he's far from being one because what could've been his true identity had already been masked by the identities he was expected to have, Mike wanted to give it all a chance tonight. So fuck it. Fuck everything people thought of him. Right now, he didn't care. There was only one purpose that mattered tonight, and that is to give Juliette the night of her life. After all, this night was revolutionary for the both of them. Those words were the only ones he uttered throughout the entire drive. He wanted to talk to her, really, but for someone who's so used to talking to people, he was shy. Oh god, how shy he felt. He was never someone's first before Alex had recently divorced her husband and was looking for pleasure in him, and she was the only girl he'd ever fucked and sex was, well, it was never really love-making. It was an outlet of stress, an outlet of all negative emotions he and his partner felt. Or maybe it was only him who felt the negative emotions because Alex would gladly and would preferrably take an agressive sex. He shook her off his mind. She was nothing beyond his manager and someone who used him for pleasure and whom he used as an outlet of sexual drives. Juliette, though, was different. There were so many thoughts cascading in his mind like a landslide no one can control and stop, it was making his head ache. Partially, he was afraid. He was afraid that he'd hurt her tonight. He was afraid he'd end up being rough on her and he'd make her hate him for the rest of her life. He was afraid she won't like it, because he didn't know much about romantic sex. So what was he to do? Mike decided to just let time decide and what their bodies would want later on. The craving for her came back again. Mike parked the car at the spot of the one he used to get to Douglas' party tonight. Before heading up to his unit, he called up his driver and instructed him to take get his car from the party and take it back late tonight around 200 in the morning. When all that's been taken care of, Mike smiled his true smile to Juliette and nodded to her to follow him. CCTVs were everywhere in this place and he didn't want to go all sweet on her now, not for selfish reasons, but because it would greatly affect her private life and he didn't want that to happen. Oh, how he hated for that to happen. Once they were in the safety of his condominium unit and his doors were already locked, the anticipation and excitement built in again. Right now, there was no one else. No one waited for them outside the door and no one would interrogate what happened inside the four walls of the room. No. Right now, they were alone. Completely alone, finally alone. But he was afraid. He was afraid the way the craved for sex earlier was just a spur of that moment of dim lights, great alcohol, and sexy lingeries. He was afraid that the entire mood of the room was the only thing that drove her to wanting him. Mike took her hand for the nth time that night and pulled her to him again before wrapping his arms around the waist he had grown familiar with. Do you still want me? He asked. His lost and worried eyes searched for answers in her own. I most definitely do, but, I don't want to force you. He could stop himself from wanting to have sex with her if she'd say no but if there was one thing he couldn't stop himself from doing, it was kissing her. His lips found hers again and their lips locked for the longest duration of the night. It was no longer a mere peck or a mere drive to initiate sex. No. It was sweet, lingering, and slightly yearning. He didn't want to invade her by pushing his tongue inside so instead, his lightly licked her lips every time their lips touched. He held her close to him and continued kissing her like she was the girlfriend he never had, yet the girlfriend he always wanted. If she'd decline the sex, at least he was able to kiss her like this, he thought. Yet he couldn't stop his words from pouring out. I want to see you, Juliette. The you that no one else knows. 'Cause you've seen some parts of me, love. Some parts that are not allowed to be shown. He kissed her again. I can't be sweet, love. He kissed her again. I can't be romantic, love. He kissed her again. Because I have to be 'one of the cool kids' and being sweet and romantic's not the way of the cool kids. He uttered his last sentence with his lips touching her own before slightly putting a short distance between them so that he could take a good look at her face. The back of his hands gently caressed the side of her face as he smiled at her with a smile so true and so vulnerable. You're the first girl I ever met who actually treated me like I'm just the flunking lazy student in literature and not the, you know, the... model. He almost spat out the last word with disgust. And I'm so glad you gave me a chance tonight. He continued caressing her face and memorizing every detail of it with an aching sensation in his heart because he knew that after tonight and once the alcohol in her system is gone, she'd be back to scorning his laziness and his egoistic self. Perhaps she'd think all of this was lie when it fact, this was the truest he had ever been. Yes, alcohol did the talking right now but as the saying goes, a drunken man's words are the words left unspoken by his sober self. In fact he had been so truthful, a part of his Russian accent which his management hated because he needed to sound fully American was springing up again after so long. Thank you for giving me the chance to normal, love, He caressed his face with eyes lingering at every inch of it as if it was a way of taking a picture of her in his mind before forcing himself to pull away from her fully. He sat down on the couch, his elbows resting on his thighs and his palms taking the weight of his head. He kept his eyes closed and allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts. He was a hundred percent sure Juliette didn't want to have it with him anymore and he respected that. But that doesn't mean he didn't want her.