Jay sat on his couch, idly watching TV as he waited for Zelda to show up. It was a rather quiet late afternoon, and they really didn't have much planned besides just hanging out, watching TV, maybe he'd play his bass. He figured whatever happened, would happen. Besides, spending time with her was bound to be fun; they didn't have to go anywhere or do anything fancy. Sometimes just staying home could be more fun--for various reasons.

He was barefoot, wearing just a pair of tight blue jeans and a grey tank top, drinking a cup of coffee--he was trying to hold back on the beer until she got there, after all he didn't want to be trashed by the time she showed up. His apartment still had that lived in feel to it, as in he hadn't really cleaned it in awhile, but it wasn't atrocious, there were just things on the floor that probably shouldn't have been, and maybe one too many beer bottles on the table. 

Finishing his coffee, he set the cup on the table and stood up, walking over to the closet and dragging out his bass. Then, after hooking it up and powering on the amp, he sat in the armless chair next to the door, and just began strumming out a few notes, letting a run form on its own as he closed his eyes, letting his fingers knowingly navigate the strings and write the riff for him. The resulting melody wasn't as rock-feeling or upbeat as usual; in fact, it was rather sweet. He let each note ring as he let the feelings in his heart begin to fill the air. 

Zelda sighed as she drove towards Jay's apartment. It was finally the winter vacation - all her grades were posted, only a couple of kids flunked, and she was a happy camper. It was time to snuggle in with her boyfriend and live the next few weeks as stress free as possible. She even was planning on bringing her mom back right after the new year. Everything seemed to be going great! 

It would be the first time they had saw each other in a few days, so Celeste decided to dress up a little bit. A bright, red dress that complimented her figure seemed like a good option. She pulled into a nearby parking garage and parked. Locking her doors, she headed out towards Jay's apartment.

Once she was in front, she knocked a little before opening the door. "Hello? Jay, are you home?" She peeked into the apartment. Seeing him on his chair, she went into the apartment, shut the door, and locked it. She threw her grey coat over a kitchen chair as she began to walk over to him. "Hey... What are you up too?" It sounded like... Sweet music. Not his usual. She liked it, either way, though. 

He didn't hear the knock, as he focused on his music, but hearing her voice did break him from his concentration. "I'm in here, just playing," he called back, swiveling the chair around so he could see the door instead of the wall. "You got all dressed up just to hang out?" he asked, but then added, "You know you look beautiful to me no matter what~" He followed this with a wink, then he went back to his bass, starting his little song over.

This time, however, as he played out the bass-line he'd written, he was humming something along with it. Every now and then he'd stop, start over, then hum another tune over it. He had no idea why, but he felt he was finally writing his first song, even though he'd never done it before. Grabbing a nearby notebook, he'd occasionally stop and write down what he had before continuing again and repeating the process. It had started as simply playing around, but now...he thought maybe this could be something. Even if it did sound a little too sweet for his taste.

She shrugged and grinned a little, "I mean... Why not." She walked towards him pulled her dress up slowly as she slowly slid onto his lap, careful not to mess up his musical notes though.

She smiled as tucked some of her hair behind her ear as she watched him hum along to some music he was writing. It was a different kind for him, but interesting none the less, "Creating a new song or is this a cover?" She inquired. 

He smirked as she slid onto his lap, adjusting so he could still manage to play. Granted, this was something he'd never done before, but...it was interesting to say the least. First, he leaned forward to give her a kiss, and then he leaned back again, letting his fingers find the notes as he continued humming possible melodies for the song.


"I'm actually working on something original." He chuckled, before adding, "I know, this is unlike me on so many different levels, but...gotta start somewhere, right?" He continued playing, but he had a mischievous gleam in his eye. "You know...as much as I like this, it makes it hard to concentrate on what I'm playing," he murmured.

Carefully, he removed his bass strap, sliding the bass between them and setting it gently in the corner. It'd be okay there for awhile. Then, he placed his hands on her waist and kissed her again.

She leaned forward as he did so she could give him a kiss on the lips. Man, did she love his kisses. It was weird, feeling something so strong towards another person. A person that she wasn’t biologically related to and had sex with. Maybe this was right? Maybe they would make it, after all. It might have taken them a little longer than the usual couple, but maybe they had found their ~soulmates.~

“It is different… But I really like it, so…” She winked, “Well… Breaks can’t hurt.” She grinned as she pulled closer up to him as the bass was no longer in the way. She put her lips on his again.

After a couple seconds, she came back out, but something lacy and black got spotted out of the corner of her eye. She perked a brow and slowly got off, “Whats that…” She murmured quietly, going over to the edge of the couch. Her heart was slowly sinking but she pulled the black lacy bra out from under the couch and gave Jay a very hard, intense, angry glare. “F*cking seriously, dude?” 

Now, this, he could get used to. He never thought he'd have found someone he'd be exclusive with, but he did. And he was willing to do anything to make sure it stayed this per--wait where the hell was she going?

Ohhhh ****.... he thought, as she pulled out the bra, and for the first time since meeting her, Zelda did not look happy. "Hold on, Babe. Let me explain. Remember when I said I wasn't usually the guy to look for serious relationships? That's from before we became...official...so it's likely been there for at least a month. Being a bachelor, I don't often clean under my couch..." He bit his lip as he looked at her, waiting for a response. His voice was calm, but at the same time he was nervous. After all, he'd never seen her remotely upset, so he had no clue what she was capable of. Would she be a wave of ice, or a nuclear explosion?

And seeing as how there was only one other woman he'd had over remotely recently, he knew exactly whose it was. Granted, he wasn't too sure what to do with that information at the moment.

Rage was bubbling quickly inside Zelda’s body. She should have known he’d be a dick, cheating b*stard. It really shouldn’t come as a surprise to her – she was actually liking this guy, maybe even love this dickb*g, felt like they could become something really serious. But… Here it was. A freaking bra from where he was fucking someone.

“So, you mean to tell me, you literally just had a bra here for the past month? Really, Jay?” She shook her head. Did he think she was an idiot? Couldn’t see through this sh*t? She glared towards him and started walking to grab her coat to leave. She wasn’t going to deal with this bullsh*t from someone who supposedly wanted to be with her. 

 

He sighed, really angry at himself for the guy he had been. But he wasn't about to let her go that easily. He stood to his feet, approaching her but staying at a relatively safe distance. "Zelda, please... don't go," he said, the words choking out as his voice cracked.

"Look. I promised honesty, and that's what you're gonna get. When I met you, I was sleeping with someone. But that's all it was." He paused a moment.

"But then you came along and I swear you were different. After making it official with you, I broke things off with Lee. She was just sex but...you're special. And I don't want to throw that away just because I suck at cleaning my apartment..."

He sighed again, feeling his eyes start to sting. "I promise, since we've been seriously seeing each other, I haven't been with or even flirted with another woman." Giving her a moment, he walked to the sofa and sat down, burying his head in his hands. He subconsciously listened for his door; if she left, he was gonna need a few beers, at least...

She grabbed her coat off the chair angrily, the chair tapping on the ground as it moved from the impact. He asked her not to go. His voice made her hesitate as it felt like her heart broke some. She paused as she listened to his case. Typically, she would have already stormed out but something in his voice at the beginning made her stop. Maybe it was someone from a while ago - Zelda didn't care if he had slept people before they got serious. She didn't even care if he was sleeping with someone the day that they met, so long as he was loyal when they got serious. 

So, the poor girl's name was Lee. He had broken it off and it was just because of Zelda... Did he really find her special or was this just some type of game to him? Maybe Lee had been the special one. But, she knew that wasn't the case. She could feel her rage slowly diminishing and some rationality coming back to her. He didn't clean - he had the same beer bottles on his place for weeks before he moved them. She was surprised he even did laundry - half of her presumed he just bought new underwear when he ran out. Although, she was still pissed, even if it was unjustifiable.

She opened the door and stepped outside before taking a breath. She turned back in and shut the door and walked over to the couch and sat down beside him. She felt like a stupid teenager, but... She had to ask a simple question.

"Promise?" 

She didn't say anything, but he did hear the chair as she snatched her jacket off of it, and he heard the door open. So, he sighed, biting back a few tears as he sat up and--she was still standing there. And then, she had shut the door and was making her way back over to him. He rubbed his eyes a little as he found his breath steadying again. When she sat next to him, and asked that one simple question, he nodded.

"I promise. When you said we could become serious, I became all about you. I--" he paused, laying his head on her shoulder. "I really care about you. And I never want to hurt you," he murmured. "I'm sorry about this whole stupid ****-up," he added, drawing closer to her.

She sat on the couch next to him as her mind raced. She didn't feel like he was lying to her and despite the usual defenses being bullsh*t, his story actually added up. She nibbled her lip as she felt his head lay on her shoulder. She smiled a little, the touch shooting chills over her body. The good kind of chills. She wasn't sure how he could barely touch her and trigger so much of an emotional and physical reaction. It was wild.

She listened to him and she leaned her head on his. She took a deep breath, "Okay." She had to process and think about what she would say back. "I really care about you too, Jay. I really don't want..." She felt so corny, like such a love struck teenager, "I just don't want something to break us apart. I really, really like you and you're the first person I've felt... Well, that I could care a lot about." 

She let her hand intertwine with his hand, "I'm still pissed, though, couldn't you have at least made sure another woman's bra wasn't in your apartment?"

He snuggled into her as he felt her head leaning against his and their hands intertwined. He listened to her words, thankful that this situation had been diffused so quickly--especially considering it was all just a case of bad luck. "Yeah...I wouldn't want anything to break us apart either," he murmured softly, stroking her hand with his thumb like he always did.

Then, he chuckled at her question nervously. "Well, I never really thought about it before. Never really had to. Used to be, I'd eventually stumble across it, not even remember whose it was, and then get rid of it." He gave a slight shrug. "But things are different now. I promise from now on the only lacy underwear you'll find in my apartment are yours." He would have winked, but the way they were positioned made it impossible for her to have seen it, so he just settled for another soft chuckle.

She sighed as she leaned back a little onto the couch. She enjoyed their touch as their hands tubbed against each others. Maybe she had overreacted a little, but why shouldn't she? He did have someone elses bra hanging around her apartment, for goodness sake. It was right there in the living room. 

She nodded as she listened to him, "I really like you, Jay." She murmured it. Then she laughed, "Well, I understand. I was kinda the same way not that far long ago." She grinned, "Good, my lacy underwear is the only ones allowed." She wished she had worn something a little less... Constricting, as she tried to move her legs up onto the couch but quickly realized she couldn't do that. She smiled, "You know, I dont' think you've been to my house." 

He smiled as he nuzzled into her a little more, though the way she kept saying she really liked him...he felt like it meant something a little stronger, though it was a word he'd never really used. But was love the appropriate word, here? Actually....well, maybe. It was probably too soon to tell, but there was something damn special about what they had, anyway.

He nodded as she said she used to be the same way, and he leaned up just enough to kiss her neck--that was all he could reach, given the circumstances. "Thanks for understanding. But now that we're...serious...I don't want to be that guy, anymore. I know it won't be an overnight thing, but...I want to make us work," he murmured. At her next comment, he smirked. "Well, that can easily be arranged," he murmured.

He chuckled lightly. "No, I haven't been to your house," he answered, placing a hand on her leg. "But I've gotten a damn good look at the inside of your car..." he pulled back to wink at her, his voice dripping with a little more...mischief as his eye twinkled a little bit.