Shooting Star (closed for slut in white)

[SweetDarkDreams]

“It’s a wrap,” the producer said. They were finished. Peter Adams climbed down from the ledge in front of the green screen. He peeled off the coat and dropped it for one of the costume people to pick up, and then stripped his shirt off as well, revealing a flawlessly sculpted physique. The movie was done, at least, for him, and there was a supermodel with an eightball waiting for him in his trailer.

*

The wrap party was at the hottest club in town. The music was so loud, the floors seemed to throb, even in the bathroom. When the blonde costume girl bent down to snort another line, Peter saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. He slipped a finger into her. She just giggled and looked back at him, so he unzipped his pants. He looked away as she slid her lips around his hard cock.

*

His mouth was a desert. His tongue was a cactus. Slivers of sunlight found their way into the room. Some motel he didn’t recognize. He didn’t recognize the redhead that lay over him, but she kept snoring when he rolled her off of him and climbed out of bed. Ever since the news that he was going to be the movie’s star had leaked to the Hollywood press, it had been raining bimbos.

His face felt like he’d tried to pick his nose with an ice-cream scoop, and his balls ached so badly that he whimpered with every step he took. On the way to the bathroom, he tripped over a brunette that lay on the floor. The bathroom floor was covered in something foul, and a blonde was passed out in the bathtub. He peed, watching her, wondering who the hell these girls were.

*

He kept his sunglasses on and sipped the tea. His whole body hurt. Somehow, a month had gone by since they finished filming “Throne of Blood” and Peter had no idea where his next rent check was coming from. The movie was supposed to make him a star.

“I have another project lined up that’s perfect for you,” his agent said. “It’s a smart movie, a solid drama, but it needs the pre-asshole you. is he still in there?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, yeah.”

”Shooting starts in two weeks. Go dry out somewhere.”

*

Peter climbed out of the tent and stretched in the dawn light. He climbed down to the stream to shave and bathe. He had a feeling the desert wasn’t what his agent meant by “go dry out,” but it had been a week since he’d seen a girl, or anyone else for that matter. He hadn’t popped a pill, or snorted even a flake of coke, or sipped so much as a wine cooler. For that matter, he hadn’t eaten anything but a little fruit. He drank water from the stream that trickled through the bottom of the canyon.

A week had gone by. He felt reborn. He could face going back to Hollywood, without losing control. Looking back, he was embarrassed. He had worked so hard and come so far, because he loved acting, he loved movies. He had spent five years doing bit parts and commercials, waiting tables to pay the bills, living in a dump because it was all he could afford.

When he had been cast as the lead in a modernized, high action remake of the Kurosawa classic, he had given an amazing performance. It was going to make him a star. Somewhere between principal and secondary photography, things changed. Girls wanted him. They brought him drugs. He never sobered up enough to see how he was changing, and t it only took a few weeks til he to completely fell apart.

It was time to eat. Real food. He was lightheaded, and the trail down the canyon was no joke. He took it slow. It was almost dark by the time he reached the car. He was almost delirious. There was a town marked on the map about twenty miles away. He felt odd driving, listening to the radio.

Town meant something different out in the desert, he discovered. There were maybe a dozen houses clumped up along the side of the road, and a couple of dirt roads that wound off into darkness. There was a restaurant though, attached to the gas station and the general store. He walked in, his handsome features baked like a coffee bean by the sun. He sat at the counter and the smell of cooking food made him dizzy again. He felt his stomach cramp in anticipation.

The kitchen door swung open, and he forgot all about being hungry.

 

[slut_in_white]

Eve Belford had lived in tiny towns all her life. Little places with one main road, one grocery store and, if they were lucky, a tiny post office attached to the town hall. The sorts of towns with only a few hundred people in them. She'd lived in a lot of different places, but they'd always been small.

These days she was in Red Lake, a little place only a few hours out of LA. She didn't know why it was called Red Lake, because there wasn't any body of water large enough to be called a lake nearby. Maybe because no one would come to the town if it was called Red Sand, even if that would be a more accurate name.

Not that Eve disliked it here - people here looked out for each other, which was nice. She needed that, sometimes, what with the way some of the truckers who rolled through town liked to look at her.

Eve was lovely to look at: thick, gently curled strawberry blonde hair, a faint spray of freckles spanning her flawlessly creamy skin over a small, cute nose under a pair of large, bright blue eyes framed with thick dark lashes. She smiled easily with full, pink lips, and blushed even easier. It wasn't hard to see why the patrons of the little diner where she worked liked to flirt from time to time. She didn't mind the flirting. It was only when they got more aggressive that she rather appreciated the way the town looked out for its own.

It didn't happen often, thankfully, and Eve wasn't planning on staying a waitress forever. Still, it was a good way to earn money until she figured out what she did want to do with her life, and that's where she was the evening she first met Peter.

She was laughing with Rob, the dinner cook, when she came out of the kitchen to check on her customers and saw a guy sitting in one of the booths. She didn't get much of a chance to look at him before she picked up a menu to bring over, but once she got to the table, her breath caught.

He looked like he'd just finished walking across the desert alone, rugged and sun-baked. His shirt clung to his body so temptingly that she couldn't stop her gaze from wandering over his chest and arms. His hair was a mess, hanging down over his eyes and she felt an insane urge to brush it out of his face for him - not that she did. Touching a stranger in that sort of intimate way was crazy. Wanting to do it was also crazy, but at least she had the good sense not to.

A blush started crawling up her cheeks as she realized that she'd stopped at his table and just stared at him for several seconds without saying anything. She hadn't meant to - her thoughts had all just flown from her head the moment she laid eyes on him. What was wrong with her? She was acting like some ditzy school girl.

She cleared her though and chuckled softly. "Ah, hi. My name's Eve, I'll be your server..." She caught his gaze again and all her thoughts flew out of her head all over, and she stopped mid-sentence. This time, though, she caught it faster. Her blush grew hotter and she averted her gaze to the table where he couldn't distract her just by existing. "I, um, I'll be your server this evening. Is there anything I can get for you?" she asked, looking up at him again while she handed him the menu.

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

He had been so sure that his week in the desert had reversed the change in him. He had thought he was going to go back to his life, and resist the temptations his impending fame dangled in front of him. He had felt strong, steady, in control. Then the first woman he saw and he could hardly think of anything but wanting her. He stared as she walked to his table, and clenched his fists so hard he was nearly shaking. She was nothing like the girls back in LA. Well, she was beautiful, but nothing like they were. She looked healthy, for one thing, even pure. She had a nice figure, he could see that, even though she wasn't flaunting it.

That was the difference, he realized. She wasn't trying to look like a whore.

She spoke, and he watched her lips. He wanted to kiss her. It was probably a terrible idea. He didn't know what he looked like, but he couldn't imagine a girl like this would be interested in someone that crawled out of the desert. She was holding something out to him. He took it and looked at it.

A menu. His stomach didn't just growl, it roared. He closed his eyes and lowered his head. So much for his chances of charming her.

"Eve," he said. Her name. That was a good place to start. Basic facts. He looked up at her and took a deep breath. "I'm Steter and I'm parved. Peter, I mean. I'm Peter. My name." He stopped. He closed his eyes again.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It's nice to meet you, Eve." He looked at the menu. It was covered with words that his brain wasn't up to sorting out. Not when he could be looking at her. "So, I'm not actually crazy. I was just fasting out in the desert and ... and you don't want to know my life story. Is there anything that's just ... really ... good?"

 

[slut_in_white]

Eve bit her lip, watching him stumble over his words. She was trying to hide a smile because she didn't want him thinking that she was laughing at him - she wasn't. For some reason, it struck her as more endearing than anything. She'd gotten used to the idea that men who came into the diner found her attractive, but most of them usually tried to play smooth with her, and it always came off cheesy and ridiculous. Peter's reaction, clumsy as it was, seemed so refreshingly honest. She loved it. It helped that his own trouble with words made her feel better about how she'd barely managed to stumble through her introduction a moment ago. At least they were each about as dumbstruck as the other.

And when he reached the end of his meandering introduction, she was struck with another insane urge, this time to just shut him up with a kiss. No, seriously. What was wrong with her? Kissing some random stranger? While she was on her shift?

She realized belatedly that he'd asked her a question. She blushed again, laughing softly at herself. "Oh. Um. The burgers here are really amazing. The patties are handmade, and our cook uses his old family recipe for them." She turned to leave, but stopped herself, realizing that in her daze, she actually hadn't finished their conversation. "I, um, did you want me to bring you one of those? And did you want anything to drink?"

God, she sounded like it was her first day. Figures, she'd embarrass herself in front of the only guy who'd walked in here since she'd started that she might actually enjoy flirting with.

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

A burger.
Of course a burger.
Was he expecting fine French cuisine, out here in the desert?

"A burger sounds good," he said. It did. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had red meat, but he had never officially stopped eating it. He'd just been on such a rigid diet so he could look like a proper action hero that every gram of fat had to be balanced with extra time running and lifting. Now that shooting was done, he could eat whatever he wanted. After a month of living on a cocaine diet and a week fasting, he could probably gain some weight. He grinned. "And fries."

The blissful anticipation of eating had distracted him, but then he was faced with the other problem. Eve. He had thought he was done with women for a while, until he could actually find some kind of real relationship. It was a lot easier to think that way in the desert, of course, but he could see the way she was smiling at him. He could see she was interested. Not that she was going to throw everything aside and go hump him in the parking lot, but he could tell the attraction was mutual.

"Drink?" he echoed, moronically. He was still trying to cling to the image of taking her in the parking lot. His eyes opened wide, but he was pretty sure he hadn't said it out loud. She was waiting for him to answer.

"Sorry," he said. "I'd love a drink. Yes. You know what? Anything with actual...," He looked up at her lips and his mouth stopped working for a moment. When he was able to speak again, what came out was a low whisper. "...sugar."

 

[slut_in_white]

Oh, crap. She had it bad, and she'd only been talking to him for about a minute. Her heart flipped in her chest when he grinned at her after requesting the fries. She was getting tired of thinking about how crazy she was, reacting so strongly to some random guy she'd just met. Well. Not just any random guy. Even if he looked sun baked and exhausted, he was still the sort to make a woman hot just by looking at her. Eve wondered idly what he looked like when he cleaned up a little. She blushed a bit at the image, but at the same time, thought there was something particularly appealing about the rugged look he was currently sporting too...

She actually laughed aloud when he paused and whispered the word "sugar" - she totally misread the situation and ended up with the impression that this was some big secret, that he wasn't supposed to have sugar or something. "Sorry," she said, ducking her head and giggling. "I'm not laughing at you, that was just..." What did she think she was going to say? Adorable? Funny? Instead she just shook her head. "I'll go get you a coke."

She disappeared back into the kitchen where one of the other waitresses was picking up an order. She peered back into the diner and sighed heavily. "Figures you'd get the one hot guy to roll into town all week." She grinned and nudged Eve with her hip. "And I know you think so too. I heard you falling down all over your words out there," she teased, grinning.

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

Peter watched her all the way back to the kitchen. As soon as the door shut behind her, it was as if he snapped out of the trance. He took a deep breath and stared out the window into the thickening dusk. Was her butt really that perfect that he couldn't not look at it, or was he just starved for more than food? He couldn't be sure until he got a better look, he decided, and just that thought was enough to make him uncomfortably stiff.

He took his phone out and leaned over the table. Not that it was likely that anyone was going to see the tent under the table, but he wanted to be sure. He didn't want there to be any chance of her noticing and thinking he was some sort of sex-crazed maniac. He was surprised to find he got a signal. More surprised to find that Tom, his agent, had left him 27 messages in the last two days. Instead of listening to them, he just called. Talking to Tom could kill any erection.

Who is this? Tom snapped when he picked up. He had caller ID and knew perfectly well it was Peter, but he was being pissy. Peter smiled. Tom was only pissy when things were happening.

"It's Peter," he said. "You left me a shit-ton of messages."

Where the fuck have you been? I left you a shit ton of messages.

"I know. I came out to the desert. I'm in a little town called Red Lake."

What do you, think you're Jim fucking Morrison? What the hell are you doing out there?

"Drying out. No pun intended."

Very fucking funny. Did you listen to your messages? Of course not. You wouldn't be in fucking Red Lake if you had heard your messages. Jesus Christ, do they have a rehab out there or are you joining a cult?

"Found it on the map, huh? Tom. I'm back. I'm straight. I got it sorted out. So what's going on?"

I have you booked on E! tomorrow night, to promote Throne of Blood that's what's going on. They need you in the studio by 2PM. Peter... tell me you're not going to pull a Joaquin on me.

"Tom. It's only three or four hours out, depending on traffic."

So you're ok? Tom sighed, relaxing.

"I'm great," Peter said. "Don't worry."

I wouldn't have to worry if I'd known where the fuck you were, would I?

Peter shook his head. Tom was like a mother to his clients. He was a pain in the ass, but he was very, very good. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

He shook his head, chuckling, and looked up to see his coke sitting on the table. Eve was standing over him. He wondered how much she'd heard. He tried to think if he'd said anything.

"My, um ... my boss," he said. He thought agent would sound too self-important. He sipped the coke and felt the cool, sweet liquid revitalizing him. He grinned at her. "I gotta go back to work tomorrow. You don't know if there's a motel around, do you?"

 

[slut_in_white]

"I'm great, don't worry.... I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

It sounded like he was talking to someone important. Someone who worried over him. It sounded like he was talking to his girlfriend, or maybe his wife.

Eve felt herself biting her tongue against a wave of disappointment and... was that jealousy? Over a guy she'd barely exchanged a dozen words with? Of course he wasn't single. A man who looked like that, with that easygoing, confident air was going to have women falling all over him.

She put the coke down on the table at the same moment he hung up his phone. He seemed amused, a slight smile left on his lips after his soft laughter. Eve's heart did another flip in her chest. Figures she'd start pining after a married man... though, she did notice he wasn't wearing a ring...

"My, um ... my boss," he explained. She didn't want to think about how very pleased she felt at the idea that he was single. And maybe a little shocked. How did a guy like him get away with being single for any period of time? Maybe there was something about him she hadn't seen yet, some hidden reason. Maybe he was gay. He certainly didn't seem it, but stranger things had happened.

"I gotta go back to work tomorrow. You don't know if there's a motel around, do you?"

It took Eve a moment to get her mind working properly again, well enough to respond to his question. It seemed that every time she looked at him, she could think of nothing but touching him. She had to clench her fists to ensure that she wouldn't do anything stupid. Her fingers and her lips were tingling just at the temptation.

"Oh, sure. It's nothing fancy, but it's clean and cozy. Just about 5 minutes down the road that way," she said, pointing. "Just a bit outside of town. It's pretty small, but it's usually nice and quiet out there. Prices aren't too bad either." She knew she should go. She'd done her job, brought him his drink, and she wasn't supposed to bother customers with conversation unless they started it. But she found herself wanting badly to know more about him, so before she could stop herself, she asked, "So, um, where do you work, exactly?"

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

... and would you like to spend the night with me?

He didn't say it. He knew better, but she seemed to have a lot to say about the place. He pointed in the direction she had pointed.

"That way?" he said. Because every girl likes a guy who asks her to repeat the most trivial things that she had just told him. He shook his head, she didn't need to answer him. "Thank you. It sounds great." ... and would you like to spend the night with me?

She was still there, and it was making it very hard for him to think. He had to go back to LA to promote the movie. In a week, he was going to start shooting a different movie. He was on the verge of making it and actually becoming not just a character actor, but a bona-fide star. He just had to stay clean, stay focused, stay on track. Or, he could muck around in the desert trying to get in a waitress's pants. Right now, with her standing right there looking so terribly cute, the desert was looking like the obvious choice, but he'd promised Tom he'd do the E! thing.

And she wasn't leaving. She wanted to talk. That was a good thing, he thought. She wouldn't hang around unless she was interested, would she? But she had to ask where he worked. He knew how quick girls shut down when he said he was an actor. Obviously, if he was an actor that mattered, they wouldn't have to ask, so they knew he was just another wanna be. Not even dime a dozen, more like dime a thousand in LA.

"Where, exactly?" he said. "Lots of different places. Tomorrow I have to do a thing on Wilshire. You know. In LA." He hoped he didn't sound as much like he was trying to dodge the question as he thought he did.

 

[slut_in_white]

Eve sighed internally. He was from LA. She imagined this place - and her along with it - seemed kind of backwater to him.

"Must be a pretty exciting place to live, LA," she observed, realizing after that it only made her sound even more backwards. She was just killing this whole flirting thing. "I, um, I've never actually been. I've lived my whole life in little towns like this." Geez, she needed to stop talking about her boring self. "Have you always lived there?"

But before he could answer, the line cook poked his head out of the kitchen and barked, "EVE!"

She spun on her heel, surprised, and then smiled apologetically at Peter. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bother you. Your burger will be up in a few minutes!" And with that, she practically fled back into the kitchen, wondering why it was that she felt so disappointed that she didn't get to stay and chat... If she was honest with herself, she wanted to do more. She moved quickly through the diner, bringing people their orders, but her gaze kept coming back to Peter. Would it be weird if she slipped him her number? He probably got that all the time. What did it say about her, that she was so willing to do so for a guy she'd only barely spoken to? There was something about him, some magnetic pull... even when she was supposed to be doing other things, she found herself drifting back towards his table.

She couldn't suppress her blush when she finally brought him his burger. This was so very out of character for her. She never did anything remotely like it.

She didn't say a word to him when she put the plate down on the table. She wanted to; she wanted to say something witty, to imply that there was more there than just his meal, but she didn't her voice. Instead, she just smiled sheepishly at him and winked, biting her lip while her blush flared brighter. Then, unable to bring herself to watch his reaction, she made a beeline for the kitchen.

She'd slipped her number on a piece of paper under the plate.

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

No matter how idiotic Peter sounded, Eve continued to seem interested in him, and the longer she stayed there, chatting with him, the worse he got. It didn't help that he was hard as a rock under the table, and that he'd already fantasized not just going to bed with her, but a lengthy romance with her that ended with grandchildren and puppies. It wasn't just a sexual attraction, he realized. He actually really liked this girl. Was it crazy? Definitely. But... that didn't mean it wasn't true.

"Yeah, LA's exciting, but I just spent the last week out in Ramera Canyon, so...." He shrugged. He wasn't sure what his point was. He wanted to tell her that he liked it out in the desert, that LA had nearly destroyed him, that he was trying to escape the excitement, but what was he going to say?

"No, I moved there a few...." He started to say, but there was a yell from the kitchen and off she went. He tried not to be disappointed. She was doing her job, after all. He sipped the soda and tried not to think about her skin. It looked so inviting.

When she finally came back with his burger, he tried to say something, but she winked. His mind went completely blank. It was no twitch of the eye. It was an honest-to-god, coming-on-to-you wink. And then she was hurrying back to the kitchen with that magnificent ass swishing side to side.

"What the fuck?" he murmured, but the smell of the burger in front of him was too much. He dove in. It was amazing. He ate almost half of it before he felt his stomach cramp. He had to slow it down, he realized. He dropped the burger on the plate and pushed the plate back. And then he saw the piece of paper. Nothing but a phone number on it. He looked up. She was nowhere to be seen, and he tucked the paper in his pocket.

He felt dizzy, and he stood up. He threw a twenty on the table and headed out to the parking lot to catch his breath. After a few moments, he realized he was being ridiculous. He should just go back in and ask for the rest of his food wrapped up. The trouble was that he couldn't go in and act as though everything was normal. He got in his car and drove to the motel.

The rooms were cheap, but nice, a little homier than most motels, it didn't feel like every room was exactly the same. He asked the desk clerk if there was anywhere to eat, and found out what time the restaurant closed. He showered and got dressed, and checked the time. She'd be getting off work. He dialed the number without giving himself time to think.

 

[slut_in_white]

Eve hid in the kitchen for as long as she could without getting into trouble. She was afraid of going back out to see Peter's reaction to her number. Only, he was gone, his food only half eaten. Her heart dropped into her stomach. That didn't exactly look good.

She kept herself busy for the rest of her shift, trying not to think about his sudden disappearance and what it meant. Had she totally misread him?

She cleaned up pretty quickly after the diner closed, anxious to get home. She kept looking back at the empty booth where he's been sitting and, despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop wondering what had run him off so quickly...

She made it to her car before her phone rang. She started, surprised. She sat down in the car and pulled it out, her heart jumping into her throat when she realized the number came from the motel.

"Hello?" Her voice was a little whisper than she would have liked. Peter's voice came out on the other side and she nearly trembled at the sound. She couldn't imagine how he could have that kind of effect on her with just the sound of his voice. Her relief was palpable. She'd been more worried than she'd been willing to admit that leaving him her number had somehow offended him.

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

"Hi," he said. There was silence while he realized he had given absolutely no thought to what he was going to say to her. "It's Peter. From the restaurant. You gave me your number."

He shook his head. He hadn't felt this awkward talking to a girl since he was in middle school. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't explain the effect she had on him. There was lust, of course, but that wasn't the part he was struggling with. Love at first sight was for pop songs and teenage girls' diaries. It existed in bodice-rippers and romantic comedies, but his life was neither of those. There was no cupid fluttering around the desert waiting to make him fall in love with a waitress. So it was something else. Maybe brain damage.

Either way, he should probably talk.

"I know it's late," he said. "But I'd really like to see you. I'm at the motel if you want to.... In room 11. Or we could go ... somewhere else." Was there anywhere open? he wondered. Probably not for a hundred miles. He gritted his teeth. How could he make this sound creepier?

"It doesn't have to be anything," he blurted out. "We could just ... talk. I have to go back to the city in the morning, so it's ... kind of ... you know ... now or never." He winced. In his head, it had sounded like a reasonable explanation for an unreasonable request. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for the inevitable rejection.

 

[slut_in_white]

Was it strange that way Peter struggled with his words actually made Eve feel better? She was so nervous that her heart hadnt stopped fluttering since she's given him her number. It was a relief that he felt as blindsided by this - whatever it was - as she did.

"... so it's kind of... You know... now or never."

"Okay," Eve blurted before she could stop herself. She knew this was crazy. Really, really insane. But she wanted it regardless, and she couldn't stop the excitement she felt - both at seeing him again and at the idea that he might want to see her - from entering her voice. "I mean, um, just let me go home and change out of my uniform... Unless you just want to come to my place?" She winced. That was probably too forward. "I mean, you don't have to. I just thought it might be more comfortable than a motel room..."

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

He dropped the phone when she said OK.

By the time he picked it up again, she was saying something about her place that nearly made him drop it again. More comfortable than a motel room? He nodded his head, and then realized she couldn't see him.

"Sure," he whispered. He cleared his throat, and said in a real voice. "Sure. Your place would be great. I don't know if I trust the GPS out here, so can you tell me how to get there?"

His eyes scanned the desk. There was motel stationary. There was a pen with the motel's name and number on it. It was like something out of a time warp, but it allowed him to write down the directions. He very nearly hung up when she was done. He didn't want her to change her mind, but he had to be a gentleman.

"Should I just come straight over, or do you need time to.... I don't know. Should I come now?"

 

[slut_in_white]

Eve was grinning. She couldn't help it. Not only did he want to see her, but he wanted to come to her place. "I, well, I guess I could use a few extra minutes to shower... Um. Give me a half an hour? See you soon!"

She hung up after his response, and then spent a moment in her car, just looking out the front window, wondering what the hell was happening. She's just invited a strange man to her house! But she felt no apprehension or regret. Just excitement, and a growing arousal that was threatening to distract her quite fully from the reality of the situation. He had said that they could just talk. She had the suspicion he'd just said that to make her feel comfortable and to prevent her from feeling pressured into doing anything she didn't want to... But then, it could have been a similar out for him. She didn't mind. She had to admit, she'd be disappointed (and, given her current state, left hot and bothered) if they only talked, but she'd be entirely willing to do that if it was what he wanted. She just needed to see him.

Eve sped home, anxious to have as much time as possible to get ready. Her house was technically a rental place, but it felt like home. There was a big front porch and several wide, bay windows that flooded the whole house with light during the day. It was old, so there were a few things - like wiring, and some of the plumbing - that needed an update, but it also meant that it had some of the more lovely aspects of old homes: smooth, old hardwood in almost every room, a huge basin bathtub, and the house was built sturdy, with thick walls that kept the heat out in the depth of the summer. It was lonely, sometimes, when Eve was living there alone, but otherwise, she loved it.

She practically ran inside the house when she got home, stripping off her work uniform and dumping it into the laundry room. She hoped into the shower and went as quickly as she could while also being as thorough as possible. She shaved and scrubbed every inch of her body carefully, then, after getting out, moisturized her skin in the same thorough manner.

She was trying to decide what to wear when she heard the knock. She wanted to dress more provocatively than usual. She wanted him to want her. But she wasn't sure if her choice of clothes was too forward. She couldn't have known how silly that thought was, given the sort of women Peter had been spending time with before he came out to the desert. Eve's idea of provocative involved a blue sundress that fell just a little longer than halfway down the thigh and with a neckline that, while it did give a view of her cleaveage, wasn't exactly low enough that she was threatening to fall out. It was exactly the sort of dress a girl like Eve would consider sexy, while a girl like the drugged up women from LA would consider it painfully prudish.

As it was, Eve wasn't given the chance to decide whether it was too revealing or not, because it was the only thing she had in her hand when she heard the knock on her door while she was standing in her bra and panties in her room. She pulled it on and ran down the stairs. She still looked like she had just stepped out of the shower, fresh faced and with damp hair still clinging to her shoulders.

She pulled open the door and her breath caught when she laid eyes on him. Honestly, her memory didn't do him any justice. She blushed and smiled, ducking her head in greeting. "H-hi."

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

"Half an hour," he'd said, smiling, and hung up the phone. Half an hour was no time at all. He'd be there before he knew it, and once he was there, he could explain everything. She would see what his situation was, and it would either lead to something or it wouldn't. He looked at the clock and frowned. Had it stopped? Digital clocks didn't stop, did they?

He looked at his watch. It had stopped too. Then the second hand ticked. After a second that lasted several years, it ticked again. In half an hour, he would be dead. Human civilization would be gone and some new species would rule the Earth. He walked outside into the cool desert night. He paced back and forth across the parking lot. A truck's headlights appeared in the distance, and he watched as they slowly grew closer and closer and bigger and then they rushed past, the wind creating little whirlwinds as the tail lights receded in the distance. He looked at his watch.

27 minutes.

"Fuck," he sighed. He locked the room and got in his car. He would just drive around, he thought. Just to pass the time.

He looked at his watch when he came to a stop across the street from her house. 21 minutes. It was a nice, old house. He drove away, back to the restaurant, but it was closed and dark. The whole town was closed and dark. There was the motel, and one streetlight at the intersection of the highway and some dirt trail that led into the desert. There were a few lights on in houses, but just a mile out of town, it was nothing but starlight. He got out and watched a satellite make its way across the sky, checking his watch several times a minute until he forced himself to count seconds.

He was in a sort of frenzy by the time he parked in front of her house and cut the engine. He stormed up the steps and stopped himself from pounding on the door. He knocked, gently, and a few seconds later he heard her footsteps coming to the door.

When it opened, he just stared at her. She looked so sweet, so innocent, he could hardly believe he had been thinking of a one-night-stand. He swallowed. She was wearing a pretty dress, hardly any make up, no shoes. She actually blushed when she looked at him.

"Hi," he said, his voice hoarse. He shook his head, trying to stop the blood pounding through his brain. Her hair was wet, soft in his hand.

When had he put his hand on her hair?

He stepped inside, pulling her to him, kissing her hard on the lips. Some small part of him said he shouldn't, but it was like trying to stop a freight train. He stumbled and they nearly fell, but he caught her and held her tight against him, deliriously wanting her.

 

[slut_in_white]

Peter reached for her, almost as soon as she opened the door, and she practically leaned into him when his hand found her hair, stroke the side of her head. His touch was warm, even through her damp hair.

She wasn't really sure how they went from standing in the doorway with his hand on her head to feverish kissing. It had all happened so fast... But there she was, wrapping her arms around his neck while Peter held her flush against his body. Some small part of her mind actually cackled at her and wondered why she even bothered to put any clothes on. Given the way this was going, her dress wasn't going to stay on her body more than a few minutes.

He was holding her so tight to him that he was practically lifting her off the ground - she was barely touching the floor with her tiptoes anymore, with all of her weight instead being held against him by his arms around her waist and her arms clinging tightly to his shoulders. She gave up even trying to stand up and hooked one of her legs around his hip, pushing his shirt up in the process so that her thigh ended up in direct contact with the warm skin on his hip and back. She whimpered into his mouth as they kissed, suddenly filled with a burning desire to feel more of that skin. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and she started deftly undoing them, anxious to feel more of him directly against her.

She couldn't really say what brought her mind back, but she realized rather abruptly that she was trying to strip a man who had, less than an hour ago, said that they could just talk. She wanted this more than anything, she wanted him in a way she could never possibly describe, and it certainly seemed like he wanted her too... but that didn't stop that little voice of doubt from questioning.

She pulled back, breaking their kiss for the first time since he'd arrived. It left her gasping for breath, her pupils dilated with clear lust, but she looked at him seriously, pressing her hands against his chest to stop herself from giving into temptation and opening more buttons. "I'm sorry, I'm... Is that okay? I've never done anything like this..." She blushed at the admission. She wanted to do a million things to him, but she didn't know what she was supposed to do in this situation. She wasn't a virgin, but neither had she ever slept with someone she'd only met a few hours ago. Was she going too fast? Was she acting too excited? Was she supposed to play at being a good hostess before they reached the bedroom? She realized belatedly that it was perhaps ironic that the only reason she cared so much was because she wanted him so badly. She didn't want to screw up and drive him away.

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

He was trying to pull himself back before he took it too far when he felt skin against his back. He reached down to find a leg was hooked around him. His hand followed it up the thigh, until her skirt brushed against his wrist and his fingers were gripped her ass, grazing the lacy edge of her panties.

It was too much to take. He lifted her off her feet entirely, and then stumbled around until he found a wall to press her against. He pressed himself against her, so hard he was sure he would rip through his jeans. He scent was intoxicating, and her skin was even softer and hotter than he had imagined. He gripped her ass tight, his other hand frantically looking for a zipper or a button to get the dress off before he just tore it away.

He actually growled when she broke the kiss, and he realized she had unbuttoned his shirt halfway. To hell with it, he thought. He could buy her another dress. He reached up and hooked his fingers in the little dip of cleavage that the dress showed.

Just before he tugged, she spoke, and her voice stopped him.

"I'm sorry, I'm... Is that okay? I've never done anything like this..." she said. Jesus, he thought. She was not some Hollywood slut who spread her legs for anyone with a dusting of fame. She was wearing a dress that looked like something from the '50s. There was no doubt that she wanted him, but that didn't mean she wanted this.

He stared at her, breathing so hard and fast he was nearly hyperventilating, and he gently set her down. He tried to take a deep breath, nodding his head. He had to slow it down. He turned and pushed the door closed properly.

"It's ok," he whispered. He reached out, caressing her cheek. He was shaking like a leaf, but she was afraid. He didn't want her afraid. He looked down at his shirt. Well, she wasn't afraid of his body, he thought. He pulled the shirt over his head and let it hang from his fingers.

"Eve," he said, staring at her, nearly drowning in his need. He closed his eyes, trying to find the right words. "I want you and I ... I don't know if I can stop myself again. If you want me to go, I'll go. I know I said we could just talk, but I don't think... if I stay, I'm going to... I'm sorry."

 

[slut_in_white]

Eve's eyes went suddenly wide and she grabbed him by the shoulders, as if she could physically stop him from leaving. The sight of his bare chest took her breath away. "No!" she exclaimed, louder than she intended, and then she blushed. "I mean, I don't want you to leave..." She bit her lip, taking a step closer to him. "I just... I was afraid I was being too, umm, too much, I guess?"

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, just the way she had wanted to the first moment she saw him. She laughed softly, self deprecatingly. "I must seem kind of silly, don't I?"

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

He shook his head. She didn't seem silly. Maybe when he could think he would see it, but now, there was only one thought in his head.

"It's not too much," he whispered. "It's not enough."

He stepped close to her again, and kissed her. His hands slid down her hips, finding the hem of her skirt and pulling it up to her waist. His tongue pushed into her mouth, roughly. He knew he should be gentle. He should be patient. He should talk to her and tell her what a beautiful house she had, and explain who he was.

"I need you," he muttered hoarsely into her mouth, trying to explain as he tugged her panties down.

 

[slut_in_white]

Eve moaned into his mouth, her desire mounting to a point where she felt like she was burning up on the inside. Her hands ran over every inch of bare skin she could find, like she could touch all of him at once.

Then, once his fingers starting tugging her panties down, she felt a sudden and intense desire to follow suit. She grabbed at his belt and fumbled with it, trying to open it but, distracted as she was by his hands on her skin and his mouth on hers, she was having trouble with it.

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

When he felt her fingers fumbling with his belt, he let out a groan of relief. He stepped back, staring at her with passion so intense it felt like fury. He opened his belt without thinking, kicking his shoes off. He shoved his pants and shorts down, and his cock popped up and slapped his belly. He was long and hard, dark red and swollen, and his balls dangled heavy.

He stepped out of his clothes and looked at her for a moment, wondering where her bedroom was, but it didn't matter. He wasn't going that far until he'd had her. His breath came in gasps through clenched teeth as he reached for her again.

 

[slut_in_white]

Eve's eyes went noticeably wider at the sight of his cock springing free. She pressed her thighs together, suddenly needing sensation and friction against her pussy as a flood of heat and wetness came over her. She thought, for a moment, about showing him upstairs to her room, but the way he looked at her told her that she wasn't going to get that far.

She closed the distance between them again, pressing her body flush against his, gasping at the feeling of his cock pressed against her belly. "Peter..." she moaned softly, raking her fingers up his back. She kissed him again, hard and with intense need while she hooked her leg back around his hip to hold him against her.

 

[SweetDarkDreams]

When she said his name, it was almost more than he could take. She had one leg over his hip and his cock was sandwiched between their bodies. He pressed against her, but he was too tall. He tried to crouch down, but he couldn't hold her weight that way.

He shook her leg off and turned her in his arms so her back was to him, and he felt that beautiful ass pressing against his cock. He shifted his feet, spreading his legs, lowering himself so he could slide between her thighs. One arm held her waist, pinning her back against him. With the other, he reached between them, gripping his cock and guiding the tip into the hot opening of her pussy.