For muse_shuffle - June Disc Two

[isabelowens]

5. If you tried to please me now // You know that I won't remonstrate // But lie, I would lie
(Gomez - ‘Bring It On’)

- Co-written with agentcampbell [NSFW]


Izzy had been starting to wonder what the point of having a fling was if her and Campbell never flung. He'd been acting like an even weirder mental patient than usual, and after talking to Ali she didn't feel anymore enlightened as to why. She refused to believe that it had anything to do with Campbell coming to the conclusion that he wanted her. Izzy knew better than that. She was just his best friend that made a convenient fuck buddy while he waited for the right thing to come along.

She was just going to enjoy any time she had with him. Or at least that's what she kept telling herself. Denial seemed like a good place to set up camp while she and Campbell did their thing. She'd been pleasantly surprised when he'd dropped by without notice, and their friendly afternoon together soon turned into heated foreplay.

While she might not believe he could ever love her the way she wanted, there was definitely no denying that he was in lust with her. The moment they initiated any physical contact it was soon clear that they were becoming more than adept at driving each other crazy until they reached fever pitch.

Iz was straddling James in her underwear. He still had his jeans on, but that was the way she liked it. Much more fun teasing him until he was demanding release. Her nails dragged down his arms and she was rocking her hips to get friction. Her tongue was pushing against his, and she pressed her breasts against his chest as her back arched. She couldn't get enough. She would never be able to get enough. She broke the kiss with a moan, and brought her mouth next to his ear. If nothing else, she never had to lie when they were together like this. "Jesus... I want you inside me so bad."

"Then get the fucking jeans off!" James hissed impatiently, grinding up against her and grunting as the frustrating barrier was forced between them again. His hands went to her breasts and teased her nipples with firm tweaks, but he was never one to let her have complete control. Both were too used to power and running the show, and it was the same in the bedroom. He wrapped his arms around her torso and flipped them over so he was on top, smirking down at her.

He started to work the buttons on his jeans as he picked up the kiss where it left off. He got them open, releasing the restriction around his cock with a sharp exhalation of relief. He hooked his knee up beside her hip and locked his cock in against her leg - just not quite aiming where she would want him to - and pushed down firmly against her with a deep moan in his throat.

She growled in response, both annoyed and aroused by the fact he was taking control. And not only that, his jeans might have been open but he was still denying her what they both wanted. She writhed under him and knotted her fingers in his hair to give it a sharp tug.

Iz nipped at his bottom lip and smirked. "You still need to get my fucking panties off, loser." She slid her hand over his back to where his back pocket of his jeans was, having to sit up a little bit to try and get her fingers inside to fish out the condom she knew would be there. She started to kiss him again, sucking on his tongue as she let out a needy sound.

There was something that resembled a knock happening in the background, but she ignored it. Surely it was just her neighbours putting up a picture frame, or something.

James forced his fingers down into the elastic of her panties and dragged them down over her hips. He'd hardly heard the knock, and whatever it was, had no intentions of paying any attention to it. He was still working to edge his jeans off. So, the whole well-fitted jeans? Good when no sex was involved. Not even the fact he'd spent the last few weeks thinking she was pregnant was in his mind that moment. He just needed to get the fucking clothes off, and pronto.

He dipped his head and sucked hard on her throat as his cock sprung free of the elasticated fabric of his boxer-briefs. He repositioned his body with a small thrust of his hips, rubbing his cock against her heated folds with a gasped breath at the contact.

Isabel was already pushing the knocking out of her mind as she lifted her hips and made a whimpering noise. "Jesus, fuck..." she panted. She tore the condom wrapper open, but her drive to get it on him was soon fading as an inch, or two, of his cock slid inside her. She moaned loudly, and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him close.

Just as she'd tilted her hips to try and rub her clit against his cock the knocking became louder and was joined by a, "Izzy, sweetie, are you in?"

Isabel froze. "Jesus, fuck."

Every inch of James froze and he stared down at her with huge eyes. "What the fuck?!" he demanded in a horrified whisper.

Her green eyes went just as wide and she shook her head helplessly. "I didn't invite them!" she hissed. "Jesus, shit, fuck, shit, Jesus."

James scrambled off her in a way that could indicate she'd just broken out in pus-filled boils. "You don't invite parents, they just bloody turn up! Fuck, I have to get out of here!" he panicked and tried to get off the bed but only ended up falling off the end of it with a loud thump.

"Son of a motherfucking whore bitch daughter of satan," Izzy cursed as she tumbled after him. She quickly scrambled up onto her feet and tried to find something to wear that didn't scream 'I was just having hot sex'.

"Izzy, darling? Come on, sweetie, don't make us wait out here. We just heard you."

Isabel pressed her hand to her forehead and swore again. She hoped to hell they just meant Campbell falling onto the floor and not her moaning. "Yeah, I'm coming!" she yelled out. She couldn't even manage a snigger. Mostly because she'd been denied coming by her parents showing up unannounced.

She pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and turned to look down at Campbell. "Just get some fucking clothes on! There's no other exit this high up, James. You're just going to have to suck it up and act like we were just hanging out, or something. Jesus fucking Christ, this is not how I wanted today to go. I am so fucking horny it's not funny," she muttered as she closed the door behind her and moved out into the hall to buy him some time.

He was a fucking FBI Agent! There had to be a way to escape! He yanked his jeans on so quickly, they jerked his balls in a far too uncomfortable position to be safe and he squeaked in pain, grabbing himself and panting to try and breathe through it.

He pulled his shirt on back to front and inside out, swept his fingers through his hair (making it much worse than it already was) and burst out into the hall. He cleared his throat and tried to look as blasé as possible as he held up his hand in a small wave. "Hey, uh... your, um... supporting wall is fine. That, uh... earth tremor... didn't... um, disrupt it at all. So, uh... bye!" He tried to edge is way along the hall for a rapid escape out the door.

Iz had just been kissing her mother on the cheek and turned to look at James with utter disbelief. For an FBI agent he was shit at lying outside of the workplace. She rolled her eyes and put on a bright smile for her parents. "You guys felt it, right? It probably would have made the elevator feel a bit unsafe, huh?"

Patrick and Gina Owens exchanged knowing looks, and her father smirked lightly. "I was too busy listening to your mother's plans for her little girl's birthday."

Gina Owens sighed, and ran her fingers through her greying locks. Isabel definitely got her looks from her mother, and Gina still looked good at fifty-seven. Her father was the one she got the swearing and her sense of humour from. Patrick was a good few inches taller, and wore glasses. He peered at James through them and raised his eyebrows expectantly as he waited for an introduction to the peculiar man trying to make an escape.

Izzy sucked in a breath and waved a hand vaguely. "Campbell, Patrick and Gina. Mom and Dad, Campbell."

James was still plastered against the wall and made no move at first. See? This was why he should own the Batmobile. He stuck his hand out stiffly at neither parent in particular. "James Campbell," he said hoarsely. This wasn't fair! You can't do a whole meet the parents effing thing without warning! His eyes shifted briefly to Izzy and back again. And she had the bloody hide to get all pissy when he asked her to meet his parents with weeks notice.

Isabel's mother stepped forward to take Campbell's hand and gave him one of those motherly smiles that was at once both warm and calculating. She would be nice for the sake of her daughter, but all the while she would be assessing what kind of man this James was. "James Campbell? Oh, you're our Isabel's partner! I should think it was about time we met after all these years, don't you?" Gina released his hand and nudged her husband. "Don't you think we should have met him before now, Patrick?"

Her father grunted, and made no move to smile. He was a little more obvious about protecting his daughter. "You got chairs in this place?"

Isabel was watching everything with her hand over her mouth. She was horrified beyond the telling, if only because she had never once thought this would happen. She'd never been angry about meeting James' parents. She'd just felt out of place. She had no idea how James would feel. Pressured, probably.

Flings shouldn't have to come with meeting the parents, but given they were best friends and partners her mother was right. This should have happened long ago.

James decided there was going to be no laying after this... at least not for the next twenty four hours until his balls decided to descend again. He immediately decided he disliked Isabel's father for the pure look he was getting shot. He wasn't exactly getting the friendliest vibes off the mother either. What the fuck had she told them?! She couldn't remember his parents treating Iz like this when they met. The bloke had done nothing but bloody grunt at him and ask for chairs. Yeah, nice to meet you too, mate. Have a nice day. And the mother's question... Had Isabel told them about Vegas?

James looked at Iz and then to the door, the gesture clearly indicating he had all intentions of leaving as soon as he possibly could. He was pristine in his responses when he was put on the spot in unexpected situations at work, but this? Unexpected 'meet the parents'? Then he realised his state of disarray and for someone who was usually immaculately presented, he never felt like more of a dickhead in his entire life. He dipped his head a little to look at his feet while the Owens' family addressed the issue of furniture.

Before Iz could answer, her mother already had her by the arm and was leading them further into the apartment. She still remembered the way from when they'd visited last year. It was usually Izzy that did the travelling to them, but occasionally they made the trip to see her. "Oh really, Patrick, you are being so rude. He deserves more than a grunt."

Izzy glanced over her shoulder with a horrified look to James, and mouthed 'I'm sorry'. Her father just grunted again. The truth was he became concerned over any man in Isabel's life since they all appeared to make her want to run away, or cry. This James he'd heard so much about hadn't made her do either that Patrick was aware of, but he was still on the alert.

"We're sorry for coming unannounced, darling, but we just had to see you before your birthday. I'm sure you've got lots of wonderful plans that aren't going to involve your parents, so we wanted to get in first."

James had to bite back a snappy answer of 'Join the club' and managed it by clearing his throat again and shifting along the wall a little. He glanced between Isabel's parents again and swept his fingers through his hair. "I should go," he said. Truth was, he had no idea what else he could do considering the situation. Was there really any plausible reason why her 'work partner' would hang around for a family visit during her birthday? It was then that he became aware that his t-shirt felt tight. Either he was having a panic attack or-

He glanced down, realising in horror he was wearing Isabel's t-shirt and he squeaked, but covered it up with a cough.

Izzy was by Campbell's side in a flash. "You know what, you should go. I mean, you have that thing. With your brother." She was struggling to keep her face straight, and to keep her arousal in check in the presence of her parents. She still wanted to ravage James, and felt unbelievably cheated by what had happened. "I'm sure you mentioned it while we were watching that movie."

She was all set to help him to the door when her mother shook her head and smiled. "Oh no, I won't hear any of that," Mrs Owens said. She grabbed her daughter by the hand and tugged her towards the kitchen. "You and I shall get some drinks ready while the boys get to know each other."

"Mom--" Iz tugged to try and get her hand back. "Campbell and Dad don't need to get to know each other."

"Nonsense. Of course they do, I mean, this partner of yours sees more of you than we do. So, cocktails all around? Do you have something to make cocktails with, sweetheart? What about beers? We all like beer now, don't we?"

James threw his hand up. "No... no, I can't," he protested, taking a couple more small steps in the direction of the door. If he was left alone with the Owen patriarch, he may very well cry. That, or the bloke would throw him out the nearest window if the look he was getting was anything to go by. "I can't... drink... at this time of the day," he finished, clearing his throat.

He kicked his toe against the edge of Izzy's mat. This was painful. No, it was worse than painful... it was agonizing. Not to mention the fact every time he looked at Izzy, he looked at her breasts and wanted to press her against the wall and take her like there was no tomorrow. His face burned as he swept at his hair again for lack of anything else to do.

"He really can't, Mom," Isabel echoed. She had to stop herself from looking at Campbell because her gaze inevitably fell below the waistband of his jeans and all she could think about was getting down on her knees and taking that gorgeous cock into her mouth. She let out a shuddering sigh and rubbed her face with her hand. "He can't stand up his brother! Not even for a beer."

Mr. Owens cleared his throat as he took a seat. "Just let the poor boy go, Gina. We can make a time to meet up with Isabel and Agent Campbell another time." His gaze softened just a little bit as he watched James. While he enjoyed putting young men in Isabel's life on the spot, he couldn't stand the way Campbell looked so uncomfortable. Maybe he was being to mean.

James wondered if they would think it was weird if he threw himself into the nearest closet and hid behind the coats until they were gone. He held his palm up a little helplessly. "I don't mean to be... rude. I just, I'd love to have a drink." Hell, right now, I'd love to have twenty, he thought to himself. "I just can't and you should spend time with your daughter for her birthday and all that..."

Don't look at her boobs... don't look at her boobs... don't look- ah fuck! You looked, you dickhead! He made an effort to look anywhere but Izzy's boobs and focused on Mrs Owens' handbag instead. "Is that Gucci?" he asked weakly.

Gina waved her hand. "Oh, stop it! All of you. We're all close to Izzy here, so I don't see why we can't all join in a drink in her honour." She smiled and looked over at her handbag. "Why yes it is! You've got a good eye."

Isabel caught Campbell's look at her breasts and smirked as she pushed her chest out a little. "Yes he does," she agreed.

Her father rolled his eyes and picked up the nearby TV Guide to flick through. "Just sit down, Agent Campbell. I think you've just lost the battle."

Mrs. Owens grinned and dragged her daughter off to the kitchen without anymore waiting. Iz glanced over her shoulder at James and almost wanted to cry. She wanted to be alone and naked with him. Not clothed and with her parents.

Something seemed to click inside James and before he realised what the fuck he was doing, he was shouting out, "Wait, no!" He bounded up behind Izzy and her mother and intercepted them at the door before they got into the kitchen. "You can't drink," he told Izzy pointedly with a nod.

Izzy stared up at him. "What the fuck, Campbell? Of course I can drink." She looked at her mother and then back at James. "Move, loser. We need to get the beer."

This only served to frustrate James more. It was all well and good she wanted to keep it a secret, but being reckless and dangerous having a drink was just ridiculous. "No, you can't! You don't have to do this! You can't just... just..." He waved his hand. "It's dangerous!"

Her mother had let go of her hand and Isabel took the opportunity to step up to Campbell and poke him in the chest. "Dangerous?! I'm not the one with diabetes. What do you think is going to happen?"

"What's my diabetes got to do with anything?! It's not automatically hereditary!" James cried and glanced at Mrs Owens as he leaned a little closer to Isabel. "You know, I can get that you haven't told me, but I would've at least thought you would've told your mum! I would tell my mum if I was pregnant!" he hissed and the minute the words fell out of his mouth, he realised with a mix of horror and dread what he'd just said and paled dramatically.

Gina gasped and put her hand over her mouth. She was still close enough to hear and apparently she was also the first to react besides James. Isabel just stood there speechless. She couldn't think of a single thing to say. She was both extremely pissed off and just dumbfounded as to how he'd even reach that conclusion.

"I--I--Jesus fuck, Campbell," Isabel managed as she pushed past him to go into the kitchen. She didn't want to be in that room with her parents anymore.

Her mother looked at James and then her husband. She wanted to go in after her daughter, but moved off to sit by Patrick. She gave a nod to James to indicate he should be the one to go after Izzy.

James glared at them. He couldn't help it. He felt like he'd not only been put on the spot and forced to deal with this whole thing but now this? It’s not like they liked him or anything. If they didn't stop looking at him like that, he was going to lose it.

He stormed into the kitchen after her and elbowed the door shut behind him with enough force for it to slam. "I can never do anything fucking right with you!"

Izzy rounded on him and put her hands on her hip. "You always fucking say that and it's so fucking out of the ball park, or whatever that it's not even funny. Of course you can do fucking right by me! But I'm not pregnant. I don't even know how you got that fucking idea."

"You had an ultrasound photo in your drawer!" James exploded, a deep frown settling on his forehead. "Eight weeks! That would've been the night we first fucked!" He started to pace, never one to be able to sit still when things were discontent.

"It's not my fucking ultrasound photo, James!" she screamed back. She couldn't even bring herself to care that her parents were out in the other room. "It's A--It's not mine!" She walked up to him and grabbed his hand to put it on her stomach. "Do I feel fucking pregnant to you? You know, you can think what you like about me, but I would always tell you something like that, Campbell."

James pulled his hand back abruptly. "THE FATHER'S NAME WAS FUCKING CAMPBELL!" he shouted and then threw his hands up. "I can't believe you're denying this! I've been waiting for days for you to tell me! I tried thinking over and over again if I was such a fucking dickhead you wouldn't want to tell me about my baby!"

Her green eyes flashed and she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. "Get out." Her voice was low and dangerous, a sure sign that she was about ready to lynch someone. She could just tell him about Ali, but she'd made a promise. Whether or not she'd even talk to Ali after this either was questionable. She was losing the man she loved because he thought she was a liar. Fuck knows how he'd feel about her if he knew she was keeping Ali and Mark's baby a secret from him. "Just get out."

James didn't have to be asked twice. He tore her t-shirt off and threw it on the ground before storming out of the kitchen. On the way out, he grabbed his jacket and slammed her apartment door closed in his wake.

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