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[[x] Imogen // Taylor]

<sub>For Jason

Imogen was sat upon a washed up piece of drift wood in the lonely town, or what she felt was lonely. She just wasn't allowed to have a life like the other people she knew, the other seventeen year olds she knew at college. Her parents wouldn't let her be like them, they wanted her to live this life she wasn't comfortable with, they were making her live their life, she just needed to live her own.

She sat upon the wooden log and she had a folder upon her lap, she was busy writing away in it with the pink pen she had, the folder was only thin, yet it was full of papers. She sighed, looking up every so often before her attention was altogether captured by the sea. She loved the beach, the ocean. This is where she could always be found if she was just out for a walk or if she had run off to think. This is the only place she would ever come. She loved to just sit and listen to the sound of the ocean, and have that off shire breeze run through her hair.

A small smile came upon her lips as her hair slightly blew infront of her face, her hands coming up to brush it back as she looked back down at the essay she was writing. She brought pen back to paper and wrote for about ten more minutes before she bit her lip, as she began reading what she had wrote, nodding to herself, agreeing what she had written. She could hear her phone going off in the bag beside her, but she ignored it. She was peaceful. She then looked back to the ocean, down the beach and back to the ocean, once again lost in its trance.


>>ack i suck at opening threads lol</sub>

[.|JASONCOOPERxx]

<sub>x.// AN EXQUISITE EXTREME

His eyes fell upon the lapping shore, and a smile couldn't help but form upon his lips. There were so many childhood memories here, so much love filled the air, happiness, bliss and joy. He'd been walking for a good couple of hours. Watching some of the kids splash around in the sea, or build sandcastles, and whole palaces, with their own little moats. It was lovely to see the tearful eyes of the parents, as they saw their flesh and blood so peaceful, yet so vibrant and bubbly and having the biggest laugh.

Summer was in it's last month. And in a few months, this beach'd be absolute desolate. No one, but the life guards patrolling, and the fishermen using the empty beach as an excuse to bring all their catch onto the sand.

He was pretty far out now, nothing but cliffs and water and sand could be seen, he was right at the furthest point and he thought it was empty, walking into the opening of a little cave, where the sand still spread out, and the views wwere amazing, he saw he wasn't alone.

He grinned, realizing this was a familiar face.

"God. Tell me you're not studying again."

He said, making fun, rolling his eyes and standing above her, before plopping down just ahead of her, on the crispy sand. Smiling he took the notes from her reading through them with mock interest.

"Baby, I dropped out of school when I was 15. Look at me, business owner, rich as .... I don't know what."

He smiled, winking at the girl who he knew as Imogen. He'd met her in this very spot a couple of months back, and well, they'd become pretty good friends. He'd offered someone to talk to, she'd ffered a beautiful smile and a person to listen to.

"You OK?"

Jayce said, passing Imogen's ringbinder back.</sub>

[[x] Imogen // Taylor]

<sub>She had been busy reading the words she had just written down on the page when someone suddenly blocked her light, it took her by great suprise and she looked up, expecting to see her father, but instead it was a friendly familiar face. She smiled straight up to him, lifting her pen from the paper and holding it back away from it. "Hey." She said softly, though her forehead began to crease as she heard his words, though she knew he was only teasing her, she still wanted to work hard to get good results, even if her parents were pushing her more than what was actually needed, much more. She just frowned to him, trying to catch the papers back as he took them and began to read them. She just crossed her arms and looked away on the sands once again before he handed it back to her and spoke of his own success. Sometimes it seemed he could be full of himself. She took the papers back and closed up the folder, placing in the pen in her bag.

"Well we all aren't like you are we?" She asked him, though she was smiling. She elbowed him, proving she didn't agree with what he'd just said to her in a whole, but yet she was still joking, She put the folder down by her leg as she turned more to him as he asked her exactly how she was. Her shoulders rose and fell, she was okay in herself, she was herself, the usuall happy go lucky girl who's parents were driving her insane.

"I'm good thanks, well, you know, the normal. What about you?" She asked him, thinking back to th time he invited her back to his club. She hadn't gone in fear of her father finding out she had been there, he would have gone just ludicrous on her it wouldn't even have been funny. She looked to him tilting her head. If it wasn't for the fact he was nine years older than her she'd have probably have asked him if he wanted to grab some coffee, and more to the fact he never seemed interested in her life that.</sub>

[.|JASONCOOPERxx]

<sub>x.// AS DAMNED AS HE SEEMS

Smiling he looked at her, watching her set her stuff away. He felt sorry for her sometimes. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but she was pushed for more. He thought her father was a control freak, but, he guessed she didn't think of it like that. She just probably thought of him as a ... well, father. His father had been a crap father. All his life he was bullied for being the wimp. Well, look at him now. He owned guns, he smoked and drank and run a gentleman's club. Yeh. That was what this Cooper lad did now.

Smiling he pushed back a piece of her hair which was annoying him and smiled. He knew she had a ... complicated life, and wanted to help. Don't get him wrong, he was interested. But he just ... couldn't find a way to help. not yet any way.

His legs bent and then he pushed them out, so he could stand up, holding his hand out to help her up he raised a brow.

"I'm good. Come on. You look ... like ... you need to talk. Come get a drink with me? Or you scared daddy's gonna smell it on your breath? Babe, you gotta tell him to stuff it y'know."

He said smiling, then laughing, he hoped she knew half of his words were said jokingly, and that he never ever meant to cause offence in anything he said. But, somewhere deep insde. He meant it. This was Imogen's life, and she could do what she wanted. She was seventeen, not seven. She didn't need Daddy's help anymore, she wanted to be a vet, and Jason knew se had to bloody talent to become one. She was clever, and had a way with anything she came across. She was lovely. A really good friend too.

He cocked his head to the side, brow still raised, smirk tugging his lips. Gripping her hands he thrusted backwards, hoisting her to her feet, before he straightened up and pulled her into him.

"Well, well, well."

He said smiling and releasing her. His aim was just ... to make people smile. And to add a little saucy, sexy, fun side to life.</sub>

[[x] Imogen // Taylor]

<sub>Her hazel eyes covered in a light shade of silver eyeshadow and a touch of light mascara watched him as he got to his feet, holding his strong manly hand down to her, obviously offering to help her stand. She looked at his hand, thinking rather dirty thoughts that if anyone knew she thinking they'd label her something along the lines of a whore. Sh bit against her lip, but as she gave him her hand she let go of it. As her ears rang out with his attractive voice she could not help but fel attracted to him, hell she had been since she first met him, but as he spoke of her father she could not help but agree with his words. If only she had the confidence and courage to speak up to her father like he told her to. If Only.

"I'd love to see you do it!" She told him, raising an eyebrow. And of course she was only teasing him, like the many times he did her. She grinned to him, placing her small back over her shoulder which carefully fitted her folder in it. She went to jump to her feet but before she could barely do anything he had hoisted her to her feet and flush up against him. This was not the best situation of body contact when she was thinking the thoughts she had done not ten seconds ago. Her heart beginning to race. Did he have any idea what he did to her? She looked at him, it seemed all fun and games to him. He offered her everything everyone else didn't. Someone to talk to, someone to hang out with, someone to go to her troubles to, fun. Everything she wanted, and maybe he could offer her more. But all she knew was he could be seeing her as some annoying college chick who was controled by her father who she was beginning to despise for it.

What could she do, he spoke, that gorgeous smile upon his face and she just laughed at him, shaking her head ever so slightly but somehow her eyes got lost in his, and she couldn't fnd a way out of then, even if she knew it was obvious.</sub>

[.|JASONCOOPERxx]

<sub>x.// MORE HEAVEN THAN A HEART COULD HOLD

His head was tilted to the side slightly, as he watched her blush slightly and stare at him. He rolled his eyes and looked out to the wate,r before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and laughing, he released her and began walking. It was weird. Their relationship was like the loosest kinship, yet, the closest freindship. It was amazing. he could think so many dirty thoughts about her, he'd lay in bed at night, and, god you wouldn't want to know what thoughts of her made him do. yet, he could sometimes feel just a friend towards her, reveal his inner most secrets and such. Imogen was the only one that he'd told about ... aobut ... the time he'd killed someone.

"Hell baby, didn't daddy ever teach you that it's rude to stare."

He said, leading her down the beach, and just being lost in dep thought, confused about his true, deep feelings towards her.

Pretty soon they were at the club. It was empty apart from a few dancewrs limbering up and bar staff cleaning tables and such, mopping the floors and cleaning the private rooms which were splattered with god only knows what.

His hand gripped tightly onto his office door and he opened it, ushering Imogen in before shutting and locking it behind them, making sure nobody could nterupt them. He and Imogen spoke loads, and he hated it when one of his staff barged in when one of them was in the middle of a really emtional speech.

"'Bout time, I got you all to myself."

He said, grinning and cocking his head to the side quickly, before laughing, opening a mahogany cupboard and pulling out a bottle of vodka, and then a bottle of coke, just in case she took the milder option. After all, he ad the best stuff did Jason Cooper, and shit, could it burn your throat.</sub>

[[x] Imogen // Taylor]

<sub>She frowned to him, eyes narrowing playfully. She knew how much he teased her, sometimes it could seriously bug the girl but most of the time his teasing actually cheered her up and made her forget other things, such as how much her life truelly sucked. She couldn't help but steal a gaze up at him, grinning, but suddenly he looked to her and spoke. She opened her mouth as if she was offended, his arm around her shoulder kept her close to him, her bag on the other side, making no barrier between them. She raised her hand and she slapped his chest. "I was not staring!" She told him, frowning playfully at him and looking towards the oceans. She truelly had no idea where he was taking them, but she had that trust in him. Hell she didn't know why, some things he'd done. She'd got past that, but she would really like to know what had happened. As the beach began to fade away and pavement was drawn into sight she bit her lip, slightly nervous at the fact they were in such a public place. Before it had not been a problem, this time his arm was slung over her shoulder. She could swear her father would be watching her. The control freak. She would ask where they were going, but when she saw his club come into sight she knew there was no need to. As they walked through the club she looked around, and followed him into his large office. She placed her bag down beside the door and she walked around, not too sure whether she should sit down on the comfy sexy looking sofa, sit on his desk or what, so she just leant herself against his desk and watched as he took out the alcohol, also taking out coke. She smiled. She couldn't handle it like he could. She barely drunk.

At what he said she rose an eyebrow, giving somewhat a slightly nervous laugh but also an amused one. "Is it?" She asked him, brushing her hair from her face and watched him, smiling. She picked up two glasses from the cubboard which she had joined him at and she handed them out to him, her head tilted to the side. "How you been?"</sub>

[.|JASONCOOPERxx]

<sub>x.// YOUR WHOLE WORLD CAN CAVE IN

He shrugged his shoulder softly at her question. He didn't really know how he'd been. The club had been taking up a lot of his time and money and he'd had a couple of girls quit after the men had got just a little too rowdy, but apart from that, oh, and the fact he'd heard from his ex Catriona recently.

"Tina - Catriona, had a baby ... y'know ... my ex. She rang me and told me she thinks it's mine, so ants a DNA test with her and her knew boyfriend."

He shrugged slightly. It didn't really bother him whether he did or didn't have a child. Tina'd never let him see it anyway. It was a little girl. They'd named her Amber. him and Tina had been anon off things. He'd come to one conclusion. She was a whore. A slut. A cheap bitch. Only after his money and his sex. Well, he'd had that problem since the day he had his first time.

Smiling he took the glasses, thanking Imogen and walking over to the sofa, plopping down and raising one of his legs over the arm, slouching back slightly and smiling.

"You gonna join me sweetheart?"

He said, winking and then pouring some of the alcohol, into a quarter of the glass, topping the rest with coke. He looked at her and placed a hand on his knee, bringing the glass to his lips, before leaning over to set it down on the coffee table.

"You OK?"

Jason asked, caringly.</sub>

[[x] Imogen // Taylor]

<sub>Imogen looked to him, as he suddenly came out of the fact that one of the old dancers had just given birth and was saying it was his. Her mouth fell open, then it shut again. She rose an eyebrow and gave a small cough and looked to him. Suprised infact at that news, but hey she had heard a lot worse from him. She was rather speechless, there wasn't much you could say on things like this but give help and advise that person. So did Jason seem the type of want to be a father, Imogen found herself thinking maybe he would. "Well. You should really find out." She said to him, gently placing a arm on his hand then pulling it back onc she realised exactly what she had done. Almost as if his skin had burnt her hand. She sighed and she watched him walk on over to the sofa after handing her the drink he had prepapred.

As she watched him she smiled. He was so relaxed and laid back. He had that wonderful, beautiful charm about him. As she thought about it, when she looked at the dancers and the women who hung around him, she realised there was no way on earth he would look at her tha way while he had thsoe beautiful girls around him. They could give him everything. She hadn't even lost her virginity yet they would screw him royally if he just clickd his fingers.

His voice brought back her attention to him, and she walked across and she sat down on the sofa. Not too close to him, but next to him, crossing one leg over the other in a lady like fashion. After all she had always been brought up to be a Lady since she was around three years of age. She had all the polite mannerisms of one that was for sure. She smiled to him and she took the drink, taking a drink and the vodka melted in with Coke and it burned right down her throat.

"I'm fine thanks." She said to him, smiling, taking another drink. Wow this was strong, it wouldn't be long until it certainly went to her head.</sub>

[.|JASONCOOPERxx]

<sub>x.// TASTE OF THE POISON PARADISE

he nodded and sat silent for about 5 minutes. It was that sort of ... awkward and uncomfortable silence, them that never seemed to ever end. He looked ather drinking the liquid watching her face. he was immune to the burning sensation, of course it burned, but he'd learned not to just screw his face up, like what she was doing basically. He took the drink off of her, and before he could stop himself, hand a hand upon her chin gently, tilting her head towards him.

"You know, you don't have to force yourself to drink it. I don't want you to go home smelling of alcohol and getting you beat for just having a friendly little drink and a chat."

He said, realizing in his brain how confusing that had souneded, well, to him it had sounded confusing. He looked deep into her eyes and raised his brow, his blond locks falling straight beside his ears, his legs spread in a natural manly posistion, he ran a finger along her nose and across her cheek, drawing little shapes with his fingertips along her skin before pressing his lips softly against her cheek.

"You're special to me Im'."

He said softly, looking over her whole body, looking at how innocent she was. She was so diffrent, she didn't have those sexual revealing clothes and such, instead, she was a real woman, yet ... she was still a littlegirl, lost in her dreams, held back by her controlling parents who tried to mother her even though she was seventeen and very much grown up. He ran his hand down the length of her body, resting it on the front of her stomach.

"I think about you near enough all the time ... you're just ... stuck there .. at first I hated you being there, I just wanted us to be friends but now ... I'm used to it, and it's like, we can be friends, but ... I can still have these feelings ... and ... I don't know what they are but ... I just ... really like you Imogen, like said, you're special to me."

He said, taking his eyes off of hers, and watching his hands trail along her body, before he just stopped abruptly and looked up at her again. For a moment he was lost in her eyes, and then ... that was it. He moved his hand to her cheek again, and moving forwrd he kissed her lips once, just softly, before drawing her closer, letting her relax against him. His head bent down to hers, and tilted it to the side, opening his mouth slightly, he caught his lips with hers, moving them slowly, his tongue pleading with her lips to open.

He didn't know why he was doing this, he could risk his whole relationship with her, his friendship, but he needed to, he needed to make his emotions clear.</sub>

[[x] Imogen // Taylor]

<sub>Imogen didn't exactly know what he was doing when he took her drink from her hands and he gently held up her chin so she kept her eyes upon his. She listened to what he was saying, trying to work out exactly what he was getting at, his fingers making her skin tingle as he frew it over his nose and then down her front, her whole body tensing up. Now tis was the siutation she imagined, where he confessed his feelings and then she could confess hers, but this, this was real. Just as her mouth opened to talk, to question just what he was getting at he spoke again. This time her ears were glued to his words, listening to what he said. There wasn't much she could say right now, she was in one of those situations where staying silent was the best reaction and it would just lead to further more things. In this situation she happened to be right.

She watched as he drew her closer, and his face came close to hers. His hand stopped, she was glad, she couldn't be rushed. She wanted him, she didn't know why because she had never wanted someone as she did now. But as she felt his lips kiss hers, her eyes closed and her lips puckered to kiss his. It was moments later when he pulled back, her hazel eyes looking into his and hers met them and then he kised her again. This time his mouth opened and she felt his tongue, hot to her lips she opened her mouth, letting hers meet his as she rubbed hers against his, eyes now fulyl closed in a content happyness as she slowly began to lean back on the Sofa, her crossed leg now across his as her hand moved over his hair and down his side, turning her head as the kiss deepened and kissed him passionatly.</sub>

[.|JASONCOOPERxx]

<sub>His tongue finally met hers, they twirled around romantically, so passionately, the desire overwhelming. He would never push Imogen into anything she didnt want to do. He really wanted her to be comfortable with this, but she wouldn't be kissing him back right now if she didn't want this would she?

His hand restedon her stomach again and he pulled away reluctantly, hanging onto their kiss for just a moment longer before he looked at her face, her slightly smudged gloss making him smile, the taste of her lips buzzing in his mouth. God, he didn't have the words to explain this happiness.

"Are you ... OK?"

He asked softly, his lips finding herneck, kissing slowly, but not nipping, not leaving marks that could get her into trouble. he had no idea on religion, but was sure that strict christians were against sex before marriage and any sort of sexual behaviour or something. Well, love bites were hardly innocent. That's why he wasn't leaving any. He was just kissing her neck softly, trailing up and down her neck his hand moving softly around he stomach, not wanting to go anywhere she may not allow.</sub>

[[x] Imogen // Taylor]

<sub>Imogen was feeling this rush of tingles everywhere, sensual shivers running down her spine as they kissed on his sofa. Their tongues finding each others and they twirled around sexily, her tongue then claiming each bit of his mouth, slightly teasing his before he kissed her lips gently, and pulled away, looking right at her and she smiled. Her finger coming up to wipe at her lips. She grinned to him, her head tilted to the side. How could she be not Okay after this?

"Why would i not be?" She asked him, smiling, her head tilted as she felt gentle butterfly kisses down her neck, she never thought about him making marks, she hadn't a clue about it. She let her hand run down to the bottom of his shirt, her hands moving up under it. Just out of reaction, she didn't have much experience in situations like this, she had not been allowed the privilage of ever having a boyfriend which her parents had known about. It wasn't always fair.

Her fingers trail up his back, a light touch, gentle. Her head tilted to lean against his until he pulled back and her lips kissed his.</sub>

[.|JASONCOOPERxx]

<sub>x.// L ... O ... V ... E is you an me.

Jason slid his hand upwards over her breasts and placed his hand on her cheek again, kissing her lightly once, before looking over to his wide desk. Dirty, bad thoughts. He rolled his eyes and leaned back to her, kissing her forehead, and looking into her eye, he gripped his lass taking another quick drink. And then looking back to her.

"Do you ... wanna ... do anything ... ?"

Hoefully she got the drift. He'd usually be really upfront about these sorts of things, but, Imogen was different, he really liked her, and wanted her to be ... calm and relaxed and not get freaked, so didn't WANT to be the big arrogant jerk. He wanted to be tender with her. His had ran down her body, stalling for a moment on her cleavage, but resting yet again on her stomach.

"Like ... make ... love?"

He said softly, kissing her neck again. Make love?! How stupid did he sound now? Make love. Why couldn't he just say screw me bitch? Like he did to every other girl ...

He knew why, he knew exactly why. Becase ... he didn't see imogen as a hooker. He saw her as .... someone to love.</sub>

[[x] Imogen // Taylor]

<sub>Imogen kissed him passionatly, there was this fantastic conection between them, and it was now beginning to heat up. This was the things that happened in her dream, not in real life, things like this did not happen to Imogen, good things just didn't happen. She breathed deeply as he pulled back, watching his eyes move and as he took a drink. Her chest now rising and falling quickly. She almost lost her breath as he spoke. Did she not had she not? Had she not told him she had never been with a guy in a sexual relationship before. She was brought up to save herself for her wedding night, it was always something she knew she would never do, she would just loose her virginity to someone who she knew was special to her. Was jason that guy? It wasn't the fact she didn't want to, she did, and he put it so nicely to her, she was just scared. She pulled her face away from his, looking around the room, becoming tense and slightly embarrassed. How did she tell him she was seventeen years old and still a virgin?

"I. Um, i don't know. Its just."

She was rather wordless, she couldn't seem to put it right, she didn't want him to get the idea she didn't, because she did, she was just scared. Her mother had told her a few horror stories, about young girls having sex and ending up in hospital because they were not ready, of course she knew they were lies, every single one of them, but there was still that 'but' and 'if' to it all. She looked to him, taking a steady breath.

"Its just i've never done it before."

Yeah she sounded stupid, she moved away from him. He was sure to laugh at her now, choke on his drink, splutter it out of disbelief. She placed her hands on her lap and looked away, then slowly looking back to him. Suddenly her phone began to ring, she got up and walked across to her bag, and she picked the phone up, 'dad' on her screen. She turned her phone onto silent and placed it back in her bag, where only the vibration of it against the folder could be heard. She stood there, looking over to him, her fingers lacing together out of nervousness. She dare not approach him just in case.</sub>