FireExit
Babyface
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Hey guys, I didn't want to keep the wait as long for this next part, so I'm giving you this. This is part 1 of chapter 6, and I'm still trying to figure how to go about writing part 2, but until then hopefully you guys enjoy this part Oh and it's completely from Alex's POV.
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As we were walking back down the pier to the limo, I asked him about his two girls. He told me about Jordan, and what a nervous reck he was right before she was born. He was so protective of Ali during her pregnancy, he didn't want to leave her side, she practically had to convince him to leave her and go on the Lovetown tour. He had wanted to be a great father, and from the beginning he had a special relationship with Jordan. He told me that as a newborn she had a bit of an irregular heartbeat, and when it would be time for her to sleep, she would lie down on his chest and their heartbeats would match up in time. The conversation continued, and I couldn't tear myself away. The more things he would tell me, the closer to him I felt. Things reached an emotional high when he had told me about the day he left Dublin to come live in New York. It was then that we stopped walking. He took of his shades, and looked me in the eye.
"Alex, this is exceptionally painful from all the other things that I've told you tonight." He was being serious now, and I could tell because his signature smirk was missing from his face.
"When I left Dublin that day, it was raining, the skies were grim, and everything was just shitty. I had my bags ready in the limo. The last thing I had left to do, was say goodbye."
"I'm sure it was hard B."
"That's the thing love. Nothing about leaving home was hard, even leaving my girls. I had said goodbye to them and it was almost like a mutual indifference. They didn't care that I was leaving, and I guess its ok since they are young. But it can't be ok, that I felt fine leaving them. There is something wrong with that Alex, there just has to be."
His eyes then became glassy and it seemed like he was holding back tears, and at that moment he put his shades back on.
"Shall we head back now.."
I don't know what had gotten into me right then, but I put my hand hands on his face and removed his shades. I saw his eyes once more and studied his face for what seemed like a lifetime, and I came closer to him. He didn't move, but continued to look at me. I held his face in my hands and leaned in to kiss him. As I met his lips, I took in his scent. He had a sweet smell mixed with that of smoke, and leather. His lips were soft, and parted as they met mine. At first, it was gentle as I felt the tears that were in his eyes stream down and touch my cheek, but things soon began to escalate. I was running my hands through his hair as he held on tight around my waist. He gently pushed me against the wall we were standing next to, and the kissing soon became urgent. We were both getting out of breath as our tongues went back and forth in a sort of dance. I parted from the kiss, when I realized I needed to take a breath.
"Alex..." He mumbled in my ear and it made me shudder.
"Yes." I whispered back gently.
"Alex, come home with me please."
"But, I don't think its.."
"Alex, please..please come home with me." He was breathless, and I knew he needed me, and I need him too.
"Ok baby, I'll come with you."
"Thank you." He looked at me, and I saw something in him this time that I didn't see before. It must have been the moonshine, but I had never seen anything so clear and so blue. I was seeing him for who he was, he wasn't putting up any barriers, it was just me and him.
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As we were walking back down the pier to the limo, I asked him about his two girls. He told me about Jordan, and what a nervous reck he was right before she was born. He was so protective of Ali during her pregnancy, he didn't want to leave her side, she practically had to convince him to leave her and go on the Lovetown tour. He had wanted to be a great father, and from the beginning he had a special relationship with Jordan. He told me that as a newborn she had a bit of an irregular heartbeat, and when it would be time for her to sleep, she would lie down on his chest and their heartbeats would match up in time. The conversation continued, and I couldn't tear myself away. The more things he would tell me, the closer to him I felt. Things reached an emotional high when he had told me about the day he left Dublin to come live in New York. It was then that we stopped walking. He took of his shades, and looked me in the eye.
"Alex, this is exceptionally painful from all the other things that I've told you tonight." He was being serious now, and I could tell because his signature smirk was missing from his face.
"When I left Dublin that day, it was raining, the skies were grim, and everything was just shitty. I had my bags ready in the limo. The last thing I had left to do, was say goodbye."
"I'm sure it was hard B."
"That's the thing love. Nothing about leaving home was hard, even leaving my girls. I had said goodbye to them and it was almost like a mutual indifference. They didn't care that I was leaving, and I guess its ok since they are young. But it can't be ok, that I felt fine leaving them. There is something wrong with that Alex, there just has to be."
His eyes then became glassy and it seemed like he was holding back tears, and at that moment he put his shades back on.
"Shall we head back now.."
I don't know what had gotten into me right then, but I put my hand hands on his face and removed his shades. I saw his eyes once more and studied his face for what seemed like a lifetime, and I came closer to him. He didn't move, but continued to look at me. I held his face in my hands and leaned in to kiss him. As I met his lips, I took in his scent. He had a sweet smell mixed with that of smoke, and leather. His lips were soft, and parted as they met mine. At first, it was gentle as I felt the tears that were in his eyes stream down and touch my cheek, but things soon began to escalate. I was running my hands through his hair as he held on tight around my waist. He gently pushed me against the wall we were standing next to, and the kissing soon became urgent. We were both getting out of breath as our tongues went back and forth in a sort of dance. I parted from the kiss, when I realized I needed to take a breath.
"Alex..." He mumbled in my ear and it made me shudder.
"Yes." I whispered back gently.
"Alex, come home with me please."
"But, I don't think its.."
"Alex, please..please come home with me." He was breathless, and I knew he needed me, and I need him too.
"Ok baby, I'll come with you."
"Thank you." He looked at me, and I saw something in him this time that I didn't see before. It must have been the moonshine, but I had never seen anything so clear and so blue. I was seeing him for who he was, he wasn't putting up any barriers, it was just me and him.