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Dead sexy - Part 2

Finally continued this… Here’s part 1: http://dreaming42morrow.tumblr.com/post/101507313599/dead-sexy-a-justin-tiffany-waterloo-road

Tiffany wakes up first. A strange feeling settling over her. It’s weird waking up with someone next to you when you’ve always woken up on your own. She can’t stop the smile that spreads over her face as she looks up at the young man who took her virginity. Yes, she was a few months younger than what the law states as the age of consent, but it felt right. To be honest, she hadn’t really thought about it before. Her plan was to lose it to a steady boyfriend when she was older. But with Justin she didn’t even need to think about it. And weirdly, she doesn’t regret it. It was fun, it didn’t really hurt and there was no blood like all the rumours she’d heard. She bites her lip thinking about it. What she remembers most is his eyes, how they were filled with such understanding and reassurance. If at any moment she wasn’t comfortable, wanted to stop, he would’ve. That made her feel safe. So now she lies next to him and that feeling of safety hasn’t gone away.

But the self-consciousness soon sets in. She’s obviously too young for him. So immature. He only wanted her because she was forbidden. Now he’s conquered her, he’ll drop her like a dead weight. She looked good last night and he was just overcome, he won’t want her when he wakes up. He’ll regret it. He’ll say she forced him into it, say it was her fault.

She crawls out of bed, the cold air feeling good on her heated body, somehow calming her. She doesn’t bother to put on her slippers, a jumper or even throw her hair up. She makes her way down to the first floor and begins to cook breakfast. Cooking always helped clear her mind. It calms her as she gets lost in the smell of bacon and toast. She butters her toast as it pops out and lays her bacon on top. Bacon on toast, a weird combination, but one she enjoys very much. Before she can taste it she hears the stairs creak and her name being called. Suddenly she doesn’t feel hungry. Calm, she tells herself, you have to stay calm.

Justin wraps his arms around her waist as he reaches her. Moving some hair out of the way he kisses her neck and mumbles “Something smells good.” “I felt hungry, but I don’t anymore, you can have my bacon on toast.” She excuses herself out of his embrace and moves to grab some orange juice. “You want some juice?” She’s already pouring him a glass. “You okay, Tiff?” “Yes,” she brushes him off. “I j-“ “If this is about last night, yo-” He interrupts. She freezes, then interrupts him. “No, no, I-“ “Tiff,” he mumbles, reaching for her again. She moves away. He sighs and she’s reminded of a rejected puppy, a comparison she didn’t need in her life. “Lets talk.” He gestures to the dining table and sits on one of the stools. Tiffany joins him a moment later, ignoring how cold the seat feels on her short legs. Justin rests his hands on the table, but doesn’t reach for her, he doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice, but they’re there if she wants them. She doesn’t, not yet. “What’s the matter, Tiff?” Justin asks, but he’s already got a pretty good idea. “If you regret last night…” He trails off. “N-” The younger girl starts, but is, again, interrupted. “All I can do is apologise, I never meant to pressure you into anything and I don’t want you to think you can’t trust me.” She mumbles his name, trying to think of a way to voice her insecurities without sounding childish. “Do you regret it?” She blurts as Justin’s mouth opens with another set of apologies. He closes it and waits for a moment, his brain speeding to catch up. “Wha- I- No!” He stares her straight in the eye, “Tiff, if I regretted it, I wouldn’t be sitting here, I’d be in the garage, packing. But I’m not, I’m here and I’m ready for you to scream at me, telling me I took advantage.” “You didn’t.” She says instantly. “It wasn’t planned, but I liked it. A lot.” She stares into his eyes before gently placing her hands in his. “You like me, though, don’t you, I mean, you don’t just see me as your little step-sister?” He could laugh, she thinks he’d sleep with someone who he didn’t like? He squeezes her hands, in what he hopes is a reassuring way. “You’re not my sister. Not really. I see you in so many different ways, I can’t just call you one thing. And I’m attracted to every piece of you I see.” Tiffany smiles as she lets go of his hands, feeling much more reassured. “I’m going to go take a shower, um, I’ll be back down soon.” He nods as she walks away, knowing this conversation is far from over. Before she leaves the room she shyly walks back over to him. They make brief eye-contact before she kisses his cheek and mumbles a ‘thank you.’ Then she walks upstairs to take a shower.

After she’s clean and he’s eaten her bacon on toast, they sit down again, judging what to do with their day. Both agree that going out would be useless, what if they’re spotted? But neither wants to waste the day. So they search through the cupboards, both wondering different things. “Okay,” Justin finally announces after looking through the game cabinet. “Not much selection, but I think I managed to find one.” The three games Floyd and Tiffany had kept from their childhood were operation, connect 4 and twister. He pulls out twister and raises his eyebrows. She giggles and agrees, helping to set up the mat and spinner. She spins first. “Right hand, green.” She announces to Justin who’s facing her. Glaring at her he bends to reach his place, then he spins. “Left leg, green.” He says as his smirk grows. They watch each other as they play. Often adding comments like “Just give up, you know this is too hard for you.” And “I’m going to make you fall over.” Eventually Justin comes through on his threat. Tiffany’s nimble because she’s skinny and after she slides her arm under his chest to reach a yellow spot, he simple can’t have her on this level of concentration, so he leans down to kiss her. Except, she’s so shocked by the outburst her hand slips and she falls underneath him. “Justin!” She exclaims. He falls behind her, holding his stomach together as he howls with laughter. She sits and pouts, then gets an idea. She doesn’t say a word as she makes her way into his room. Only recently moved in, the family still keeps some bits and bobs in the garage that Vaughan keeps promising he’ll move into the loft as soon as possible. She glances around looking for the paint, her eyes eventually land on it. Luckily they have all the colours she needs. Red, yellow, blue and green. She grabs a old blanket before she leaves.

"Justin," Tiffany calls for him as she walks into the living room. He’s still chuckling to himself. "Fancy a challenge?" She gestures to her arms and he smirks that smirk that makes her knees go weak. They put the old blanket under the twister mat, and luckily it’s almost twice the size, so they won’t need to worry about getting any paint on the carpet. Justin pours out the blue and green, Tiffany the red and yellow. She surveys the mat, then stares Justin down. “No cheating this time. Promise me.” He pouts and she glares like it’s life or death. He eventually caves and promises not to cheat. And so the rematch begins.

Tiffany wins because Justin can’t reach the closest red spot with his left arm, as Tiffany is stretched across it. She laughs as he splashes her with yellow paint. No way is she having that, so she splashes him with red. Not three minutes later they’re covered in paint. “Justin Fitzgerald,” Tiffany scolds, seeing him walk towards her, arms outstretched. “I am not going to hug you covered in-” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence. The colours on each of their skin mix together and it’s like they’re both seeing new colours as their skins infuse with one another’s and with the sunset’s light shining in from the window. He’s staring at her and he see’s her innocence as she bury’s her face into his chest. “Tiff,” The older boy mumbles, rubbing her arms. “Do you…” But he stops short as she lifts her head to look at him. He see’s her eyes and they’re looking at him with such hope and trust, how could he ever think of hurting her? In any way at all? So he keeps his mouth shut and leans down to kiss her instead. They stay there until the light fades and the paint drys. Then they go upstairs and shower. Somehow, they managed to not get any paint on the carpet.

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