Opposites Attract

Emma was a little confused by - well, just about everything at this point. She didn't know what his interest was in her - and she could see the way that his friend was looking at her, probably thinking the exact same thing. Or more, he was probably wondering why she was even putting up with him - and honestly, she had no idea herself. What was she getting herself into?

She heard the weird encounter with James and his friend and had to wonder about it all... First off, what was the good stuff? And secondly, why did James have it? She knew he was trouble - but she wondered about just how much trouble he really was? That scared her - but he was showing her attention... and the "girly" part of her that she had suppressed by being a good girl for so long was coming out to enjoy it. She still had her rationality - at least, she hoped.

"Okay, good." She said with a soft blush as he looked into her eyes and she couldn't hold his gaze before she was looking down again, away from him. She ran a hand through her hair and bit her lip, not understanding.

And then he grabbed her hand - and that was a whole new level of confusion. She knew he was interested in something - probably sex or something bad like that... But she hadn't expected him to be so forward so quickly - and he had better realize that she wasn't going to give in easily. She was a good girl - even if she liked a little bit of attention. She told herself this wasn't a real interest - this was just her testing out the waters, curiosity getting to her. That was all - and it wouldn't last. He would get bored when he realized she wouldn't do certain things.

She blushed a deep red like a tomato as he patted his lap for her and she ducked her head, awkwardly climbing into the car. She sat on the very end of his knees, trying to keep as low of body contact as possible. This was just too weird - and it was humiliating. What was she getting herself into?

Jose started to drive. James slowly leaned forward, talking into Emma's ear so nobody else could hear what he was saying. "Look, I won't hurt you, I promise," he said. James felt guilty that he had tugged her out of her comfort zone. James really was a decent guy, somewhere underneath all the drugs.

Jose pulled into a driveway, and Maria got out, waving goodbye as she ran up to her house. James lifted Emma off of him and moved over into the open seat. He turned to Emma. James reached over her body and buckled her seat belt for her, looking into her eyes for a second. Then he looked out the front window as Jose pulled out of the driveway, lost in thought. Jose spoke, "Hey, hermano, you really got crazy on Saturday, yeah? Everyone's been saying..."

James grinned and slouched into the car seat, nodding. "The crash fucking killed, man. You know what I did? I can't remember shit," he said. James glanced at Emma. There were two battling feelings inside of James. Part of him felt like he shouldn't talk about this kind of stuff in front of her. The other part knew she could handle it, and wanted to change her good girl ways.

"Get out of my car, gringo," Jose said with a grin. James waited for Emma to get out, and then slipped out after her.

Emma shivered a little as he leaned forward and she felt cornered, scared. But he was just whispering in her ear - he seemed good to avoid pressing too much of his body against her - but it still made her gulp. Usually no one got so close to her and she didn't know how she felt about it.

"Okay..' She whispered back as he was suddenly lifting her right out of his lap and she was plopped down into the seat beside him. The look in his eyes scared her as she reached over her body and she felt fear for a moment. But again, he was only grabbing the seatbelt and he was dong nothing harmful. He stared into her eyes and it scared her a little - there was a darkness that she didn't understand... and she didn't know if she ever would. Nor would she understand what he wanted with her here.

They started talking about partying - at least that's what she thought. She honestly didn't know; she had never been to a party. Alcohol had never touched her lips, nor drugs of any kind had ever entered her body - nor had any boy been close to her for that matter. She was complete walking innocence - and she was scared about the way that James perceived that.

They drove up to his house and she blushed lightly as she got out. She took her cues from him, watching him after he had gotten out of the car.

James waved as Jose pulled away. Then he turned to Emma, smirking as he led her inside. "So tell me," he began as he flicked the lights on in his house. His parents wouldn't be home until real late. He was always alone. James was an only child, an accident baby. His parents had never wanted children. "What are your favorite kind of movies? Romance? Comedy?" He turned and made a goofy evil face at her. "Horror?"

He drew a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, sticking it in the corner of his mouth as he opened up the fridge. James bent over and reached inside, pulling out a Coke bottle. "Want anything?" He offered, gesturing towards the wide variety of soda, alcohol, and small snacks.

Emma blushed lightly. She was hoping his parents would be around, but apparently not and now she was alone with him. What was she to go? She followed him inside and kindly looked around. She wanted to know what he was all about but she was scared for it too. She didn't know what made him tick.

She giggled a little and sighed. "Any really - except maybe horror, if you're scary face will be in it." She giggled lightly, flirting unintentionally and she bit her lip. She didn't realize how she looked - or how she flirted like that. He lit a cigarette and she wrinkled her nose, but smiled.

"I'll just have a Coke too, please." She smiled.

Gosh, she was adorable - her giggle, the way she bit her lip. He grabbed another Coke from the fridge and tossed it to her. "Oh, am I just too terrifying?" He joked as he made the face again.

"C'mon," he said as he headed down to his bedroom in the basement. James tugged a horror movie off of the shelf and got it going on his tv. As the previews started rolling, he took a long drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke in Emma's face.

"You don't mind if I turn the lights off, do you?" He asked. But he didn't wait for her to answer. Soon, the only light was the light from the tv. James plopped down on the couch, setting his coke aside as he smoked.

Emma smiled lightly at him and shook her head, grabbing the coke and giggling as he made the face again. "Yes - absolutely terrifying, to be honest." And there was some truth to that. He was terrifying - but she took her chances that he wouldn't hurt her... at least, for now.

She followed him down into the basement and frowned a little. It wasn't much. She could see where he had issues from and she was sorry for that. But she wasn't done exploring - and she wasn't sure why she felt that way. She should be done... She should run away - before she got herself in trouble... But she was sure she was there already - in trouble town.

She was caught by surprise as he blew the smoke in her face and she gasped a little, choking, gasping for air for a moment. "No," She said as she recuperated but the lights were already off. She eyed him on the couch, still standing, not knowing how to handle such a situation

James raised his eyebrow at her. "The couch ain't gonna eat you, sweets. You can sit on it." He tilted his head back and blew smoke rings at the ceiling. They rose through the air and faded into the darkness.

The movie started, and James pushed the end of the cigarette into his ash tray. He wondered how she would react if he rolled a joint, but ultimately decided against it. James looked at Emma. They were both gently illuminated by the glow of the tv. He admired her bright eyes. For some reason, he was suddenly overcome with sadness. James had struggled with bouts of depression before, but he usually was able to shake them with a high.

She was so perfect, it was kind of unfair. "Come here," he murmured, opening his arms.

Emma blushed a little. Was it that obvious that she was nervous about it? Yes - probably - she was standing there awkwardly, looking between the tv and him on the couch awkwardly while deciding if she should really sit. She just didn't want to be too close - and she would prefer if he didn't blow smoke in her face again, but she was comforted when he finally put the cigarette down.

What was he expecting of her though? She had never been with a guy in any way before - and she didn't know what was expected of her. It was making her nervous anyway. She stepped closer and watched him until he spoke to her.

Then she finally made the step forward and she sat down close to him, feeling better since the movie was just starting - and she knew she would be scared eventually. "Here?" She asked, sitting with a little bit of space between them. What was she getting herself into here?

James slipped closer to her, taking her hand and squeezing it. "Relax, Emma," he said with a small smile. "I don't know what you've heard, but I'm really not that bad, okay?" He turned his eyes to the movie. She smelled good. He knew he probably smelled like smoke and booze.

"Have you seen this before?" He asked quietly, lacing his fingers with hers. James had seen it a few times already, it was a pretty jumpy horror flick. He could tell that she was nervous around him, and he hated that. He wanted her to trust him, and just to relax for a little while. He wasn't going to do anything bad, not today at least.

He turned his head to hers, his deep eyes searching her face in the darkness.

Emma was surprised as he slid closer to her and she bit her lip softly. Her hand was all clammy and she was sure he felt it. She knew he knew she was nervous and she didn't know what to think about that. "I don't know about that." She said softly to his words and then sighed.

"No." She said as she let him lace his fingers with hers. This was different - nothing like a close connection... She had never experienced that before and it made her nervous - but all together she didn't mind holding his hand either. "No, I haven't." She said and turned her head just in time that their eyes met - even when she hadn't realized he was looking at her. Their faces were close and she pulled back a little bit, biting her lip and turning her head back to the movie. She knew she should stop this now - she should pull away, make him take her home maybe... But she just couldn't do that - for reasons even she didn't know.

In the moment that her bright blue eyes connected with his dark gaze, James had to fight the impulse to kiss her. She turned her face away from his again and he let out a small sigh, closing his eyes and squeezing her hand. He nearly leaned in and kissed her neck, but he fought it again, and forced himself to watch the movie.

James tried to clear his thoughts, but it was impossible. Half of him wanted to be sweet and gentle for Emma, buy her flowers, take her to dinner. The other half remained rough and unforgivably beast-like, wanting her to experience an incredible high, ready to show her what sex was like. For now, he would remain an undecided mixture of the two.

"Do you want me to tell you when the scary parts are?" He recovered with a small grin. He knew that a big jump scare was coming up fast.

Emma blushed a little and her hand squirmed a little in his, their fingers still laced together. She liked holding his hand tightly and being in his presence - which was just weird for her, but she wasn't going to fight it.

She looked up at him at his words and then shook her head. "No way - where's the fun in that?" She asked with a slight giggle and then leaned into him a little bit, sighing. She didn't mind leaning into him. He was actually quite cozy

James smirked and spoke. "Suit yourself, sweetheart," he murmured. He was pleasantly surprised when she leaned into him. He felt her body become less tense, like she was accepting the fact that she was allowing him to touch her. James let go of her hand, snaking his arm around her back. His hand held her waist, and he took the liberty to rub her side gently.

She was pure, and he was a sinner. How he would love to introduce her to his world. James slipped his pinkie finger into the belt loop of her jeans and held her body against his protectively. He was dying to kiss her, but that would probably be asking too much of the wide-eyed little girl. Instead, he watched the movie, counting down until the blonde girl died.

Emma couldn't help it - she liked his words. She liked the way he spoke to her and called her sweet names. That was cute to her and she really liked it more than she would ever admit. She smiled a little as his arm snaked around her and she felt shivers up and down her spine to have him rubbing her side softly. She sighed and smiled, feeling relaxed inot his arms.

She honestly didn't even feel his fingers at her belt loop - and that was mostly because scary things were happening on the TV. She gasped a little and buried her face into his shoulder at one point. She didn't do it on purpose. She really didn't want to do it but she was just caught so off guard and she needed something to hold onto, so she chose to hold onto him. Her hands were on his chest and her face was buried in his shirt. She turned around slowly after some screaming subsided and then blushed.

James smiled to himself as she pressed her face into him, and he leaned his cheek against her soft hair. He wondered if she knew that she was tormenting him, with her little hands on his chest. He watched the action on the screen distantly; Emma was incredibly distracting. As she pulled away, he looked at her face, and he could tell that she was blushing even in the dark.

The way she looked at him - it made him want her something mad. "Emma," he started to speak. But he never finished. James moved his hands up the sides of her stomach, looking into her eyes. He just couldn't help himself. He closed his eyes, leaned in, and kissed her softly, running his hands down her body again and holding her hips.

Emma felt embarrassed for the way she that had acted. She was like a child watching horror movies - what was she getting herself into? She had a feeling he didn't necessarily mind but it didn't make her any less embarrassed - it almost made it worse, that he liked it.

She was turning back around to watch when he said her name and she looked back at him, wide-eyed before he pulled her into a kiss and she gasped. She didn't know how to respond - she didn't know how to kiss! She sat there for a moment, not moving at all, her eyes wide open - and then suddenly she couldn't avoid the thought that it felt good. Her lips started moving with his as her hands stayed on his chest.

He smiled against her lips as she kissed him back, turning his body to hers. He broke away for a moment, his eyes closed. "Damn," he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth lightly. He ran a hand over her thigh, placing his lips back on hers with more force. He squeezed her thigh playfully.

He had to stop himself - but she was driving him crazy. He was pretty sure she didn't even know it. He pulled back again and offered a soft smile, twirling a piece of her hair around his finger. He sucked in a deep breath and looked into her eyes carefully, parting his lips. "I was worried you'd hate me for kissing you, doll face,"

Emma whimpered lightly as he kissed her - in a good way. It felt good to have him kiss her and she shivered lightly. When he pulled away and spoke she barely managed a giggle before he was kissing her again - and this time it felt even better. Her eyes were closed and she was enjoying kissing him.

It was sorta weird - the way it felt when he touched her thigh and she held him tightly. She...liked it. she blushed when he pulled away, breathing heavily - panting just about and she giggled softly, sighing. "Why?" She asked him softly, unable to get her breathing under control. Se didn't understand the breathing of kissing - not the way he made her so breathless. "Am I supposed to?" She asked him.

James chuckled. "No," he answered slowly. "But I know you don't trust me," he murmured. He smirked as she tried to catch her breath, and he cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her again, super softly, and pulled his lips from hers slowly. He moved his hands away and glanced at the clock. Hoping she wouldn't notice how late it was getting, James shoved her down onto the couch playfully.

He laid beside her, wrapping his arm around her stomach and pulling her body against his. Cuddling wasn't normally his favorite thing to do, but in the moment, it was perfect. He ducked his head and kissed her neck gently, rubbing her back. He lifted his face again and looked into her eyes. "Emma..." he murmured. "You're mine, now." James wrapped his arms around her tightly.