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Remember Part 4 Someone grabbed my arm as I stepped out of the ladies room, and I was snatched into an adjacent room at the back of the theater. I raised my fists instinctively to fight off whoever was now holding me against the wall, until I realized it was David. He had pulled me into the dressing room at the side of the stage and was chuckling at the sight of my defensive posture. “Still a fighter?” “Always.” I answered, but lowered my hands. “But you don’t want to fight me?” He ran his hands up my bare arms, the silver chain on his wrist grazing my skin, then over my throat, lingering there. I inhaled sharply as his touch sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the warmth of my desire increase as he moved closer to me, sliding his hand from my throat to the back of my neck. My senses went numb as I barely formed words. “Should I?” His eyes bored through me as I could feel his grip tighten on the back of my neck. “Yes.” He hissed, his mouth crashing down on mine. I could taste the liquor on his tongue as it slid over mine. He kissed me hungrily, pressing his body against me, crushing me to the wall. The alcohol was clouding my better judgment, and although my mind was trying to process what was happening, my body began to react. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pushing up under his shirt to touch his warm skin, making him shiver. He broke away from my mouth, kissing and biting down my neck. “God, I missed you so much, Terri.” His voice brought me back to my senses and I pulled my hands away from him, trying to wriggle free of his grasp. He continued to graze at my neck, not heeding my struggles. “David, stop! Don’t do this!” He lifted his head to look me in the eyes. Still holding me behind my neck, he lightly traced his other hand over my breast, circling the erect nipple through the fabric. “You don’t mean that.” No, I didn’t, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Think about Scott, think about Scott…oh damn, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. David’s expression softened and he loosened his hold on me, but not enough to let me get away. “Please…we left this behind a long time ago.” “I know, I know…and you’ve moved on.” He closed his eyes briefly and sighed. “I know you’re with Scott now, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” His finger traced the path left by a tear that escaped down my cheek. “And this tells me that you still feel something for me.” I shook my head. “I can see it in your eyes, Terri.” I closed them. He kissed my lips softly, his hand still against my cheek. I couldn’t find the words to say to make him stop touching me. There were no right words; deep down I wanted him to touch me over and over. “Tell me this, though: while you’re trying to be faithful, how do you know that he is?” My body stiffened and I glared at him. "Don't even start!" I snapped. "Don't be putting shit into my head!" "You think about it, don't you? Look, I know Stapp--" "Yeah, all you singers are alike." "I never did anything like that to you and you know it." He seemed hurt by my statement. "But he has, hasn't he?" I simply looked away, biting my lip to hold back the tears. He turned me back to face him, but I shut my eyes. "Don't you remember what we had?" He slipped his arms around me, pulling me close again and sliding a hand under my shirt to caress my trembling stomach. "David, please..." My voice was weak. "Remember how I used to touch you?" His breath was warm against my lips. "I want to feel you again." I felt the last of my resolve slip away. Oh God, I wanted him. Even if I couldn't admit it to myself, I knew what I was doing the moment I walked into this theater. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist him. And I knew I'd be the one breaking promises. Disturbed Fanfic Page Copyright TMS2004 Remember - Part 5   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)