Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ All Star Dreams (Ver. 3) ❯ Chapter Twenty Eight ( Chapter 28 )
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By: bekka_mouri_hibiki 
Branslav has a dream about Betty. An uncomfortable situation forces Robert to talk a walk to get his head together.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sports / Romance / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.20.2009 | Pages: 11 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 163 | Status: Completed
Branslav has a dream about Betty. An uncomfortable situation forces Robert to talk a walk to get his head together.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sports / Romance / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.20.2009 | Pages: 11 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 163 | Status: Completed
All-Star Dreams: Chapter Twenty-Eight
By Bekka Mouri-Hibiki
© Bekka Mouri-Hibiki 2007
Branslav couldn't wait to get out of his seat as the bus pulled into the arena's parking lot. He had called Betty from the road and she agreed to meet him at his car. He was anxious to see if she had actually made it. His heart jumped in his chest when he saw her leaning against the SUV, her crutches under her arms.
She wore a purple crushed velvet shirt and black jeans, her pitch black hair braided and hanging over her left shoulder. On her good foot, she wore a cowboy boot but the left foot was covered with socks. He had been worried she wouldn't make it but he had begged her, the four days away making him lonely for her. He was desperate to get to know her better, to find more they had in common.
The bus pulled into it's spot, the squeak of the air brakes making Branslav leap to his feet. He dashed down the aisle, passing all the other players as they stared at him. Martin made no motion to stop him nor did Coach Sweet. They obviously could tell he would not be deterred from his goal.
The driver opened the door and Branslav got off the bus, his long gait making quick work of the pavement between him and his car. He felt his heart beat quicken as he got closer to Betty. Her eyes were fixed on him as he approached. She let out a surprised squeak when he reached her, scooping her up in a big hug.
She hesitated for a moment then let her crutches fall to the sides, wrapping her arms around him. “ I missed you, “ Branslav whispered.
“ I missed you too, “ Betty replied.
He pulled back to looking into her impossibly dark blue eyes. She looked deep into his eyes as well, wetting her lips just slightly with her tongue. He leaned down, taking her lips in his. She didn't return it at first but began to shyly as if she wasn't quite for certain what to do. He pulled back and smiled at her, “ I was your first kiss? “
Betty looked a little ashamed, “ Yes. “
“ It is okay, “ Branslav whispered. “ I was happy to be it then. “
Betty gasped against his mouth as he took her lips in another kiss, his right hand sliding down to the small of her back and pulling her close. He savored the feel of her body pressed against his, imagining what it would be like without her heavy velvet shirt and jeans between them. He felt energized just by touching her, wanting to take her home and see where the night would lead...
“ Branslav, “ Daniel tapped him on the shoulder. “ Wake up. We're in San Diego. “
Branslav opened his eyes, finding Daniel was correct. He recognized the parking lot of the sports complex the Presidios played at. “ Oh. When did I fall asleep? “
“ After the bus got back on the road. I looked over at you one minute and you were awake then the next, you had your face pressed up against that window and sleeping, “ Daniel pointed at the condensation on the window.
Branslav looked, “ Oh. “
“ Everyone off the bus! “ Coach Sweet shouted once the air brakes engaged. “ We need to get some practice in. “
Daniel looked at Branslav, “ So are we going to try those plays we came up with last night? “
“ You betcha, “ Branslav nodded. “ Starting tonight, it's do or die. “
**
Robert opened his eyes, glancing around the living room. After taking his shower, he checked on Betty but found out she was sleeping so he decided to do the same. He was tormented by his imagination while he showered, his body reacting to the point he had to do something about it or be in a lot of pain. It had left him feeling completely drained, falling asleep almost the second he had the blanket over himself.
He reached for his cell phone, finding it was about time for Branslav to be in San Diego. He sighed, dialing his friend's number. It rang about three times before he answered. “ Hello? “
“ Hey. It's me, “ Robert said. “ You in San Diego yet? “
“ Yeah. We just got here. We're walking into the arena right now, “ Branslav replied. “ How are things going over there? “
“ Fine, “ Robert sighed. “ Betty's asleep and I just woke up from a nap. “
“ How is she? “ Branslav sounded eager to hear his answer.
“ The same, “ Robert scratched his chest. He hadn't bothered putting his shirt or pants back on. He had just left the bathroom in his boxers since Betty was sleeping.
Branslav sighed, “ Oh. “
“ Do you have any way to get to a TV Wednesday morning? “ Robert asked. He knew there was a slim chance but had to ask anyway. He knew Branslav would never forgive him if he didn't tell him about the TV appearance.
“ A TV? Why? “ Branslav sounded puzzled.
“ Because Betty's going to be interviewed by 'Hello America' at 7 am., that's why. "
Branslav took a sharp breath, “ Which time zone? “
“ It doesn't matter. It'll be on at 7 am. You know they tape delay that stuff. It'll be on at seven no matter where you're at, “ Robert said.
“ Could you just record it for me and have Betty give it to me when I get back? “ Branslav asked as he walked into the locker room. Robert could tell he had from the background noise. “ I don't know if I can use the TV here. “
Robert rolled his eyes, “ Fine. Fine. We'll record it for you. “
“ Thanks, “ Branslav said. “ Anything else going on? “
“ No, “ Robert said. He didn't feel like telling Branslav about the house. He really didn't want Branslav involved in that mess.
“ Oh. Okay then, “ Branslav sighed. “ I need to go. I have to get ready for practice. “
“ You do that, “ Robert said. “ I hope you still think you're going to win tonight. “
“ I do, “ Branslav said sharply. “ Don't you? “
Robert chuckled, “ I'll believe it when I see it. “
“ Thanks a lot, “ Branslav growled and hung up.
Robert snapped his phone closed. He didn't know what Branslav had planned but he really didn't have much faith it would work. Without a good team behind him, it would be nearly impossible. He was about to set the phone back down when it rang again. Robert figured it was Branslav calling him back for something.
“ Hughes, “ Robert answered.
“ You have five seconds to tell me where you are Robert. “
“ Ah shit, “ Robert sighed. “ What the Hell do you want now? “
“ Are you deaf? I just told you what I want, “ Pauline hissed. “ Where are you? “
“ You're going to make me deaf by yelling at me all the time, “ Robert said. “ Why the Hell should I tell you where I am? “
“ Because your house burned down this morning, that's why. Where are you? “ Pauline was starting to sound like a parrot repeating her question again.
“ I am not in Taos, “ Robert said. “ I told you that yesterday. “
“ Then where are you? “ Pauline was starting to get on Robert's nerves.
“ I told you last time I'm not telling you, “ Robert said. “ I think I also told you to stop calling me. “
“ I just want to know where you are, “ Pauline sounded frustrated. “ Tell me. “
Robert growled, “ I'm not going to tell you so just get off my phone you cheating whore. "
“ Bastard! “ Pauline shouted and hung up.
Robert saved the number Pauline had called from so he could ignore it and put the phone down. He glanced towards Betty's room, wondering if she was awake yet. He sat up, deciding to go check on her. He pulled on his shirt then got up so he could pull on his jeans.
He buttoned and zipped his pants as he walked towards her door. He had pulled it shut when he left the bathroom so he had to push it open. He stopped cold in his tracks when he looked at her. She had slid down the pillows and pushed the blanket off exposing her body, her camisole riding dangerously high.
If that wasn't bad enough, her shorts had ridden down well past her belly, showing everything from her bellybutton to the top of her pubic bone. Robert was stunned, staring at her. His mouth was dry and he could scarcely make a sound. He tried to shut his eyes but his eyelids refused cooperate.
The situation was made worse when Betty sighed in her sleep, the gentle sound sending a sharp wave of lust through him. He wanted to run his fingers over her abdomen, to feel her creamy smooth skin under his fingertips. He longed to kiss her pale flesh, trailing kisses up to her chest or maybe even down as far as she would let him. He was finally able to close his eyes, his concupiscence threatening to consume him.
He clenched his left fist at his side, determined not to lose control of himself. Not having contact with a woman for two years was no excuse for him thinking of Betty in such a way. She had offered her shoulder to him to cry on and he was pretty sure that's all she wanted to give him. She wouldn't have been so bent on getting with Branslav if she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
“ Robert? “ Betty's sleep tainted voice made him take a sharp breath.
He nodded, “ Yeah? “
“ What are you doing? “ Betty sounded confused.
Robert sighed, “ I was just coming to check on you. I woke up from my nap and wanted see if you were awake yet. “
“ Oh, “ Betty sounded a little wary of his story. “ Why are your eyes closed? “
“ Your camisole... “ Robert motioned towards her. " I... I didn't see anything. "
Betty gasped and turned red, Robert was sure. “ Oh my, “ She muttered. “ Sorry. I'm an active sleeper. “
Robert opened his eyes after the rustling of blankets let him know Betty had recovered herself. “ I was just checking on you, “ Robert repeated. He couldn't think of anything else to say.
“ Oh. I'm okay, “ Betty pushed herself back up on the pillows with her right hand as she held the blanket to her with her left. “ I don't feel any different anyway. “
“ Oh. Okay, “ Robert nodded but wouldn't look at her, just the bed. “ That's good. “
“ Yeah, “ Betty kept her eyes focused on the bed as she smoothed her hair with her hand.
“ When do you want to take that shower you said you needed? “ Robert asked. He remember that and wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. He didn't know how long he could keep up his act of not being affected by her though he was going crazy inside.
Betty looked at the bathroom door, “ In a little bit. All you have to do is get me in there. I can take care of the rest. “
“ How are you going to do it if you can't stand up in there? “ Robert wondered about that. He was also a little worried about leaving her alone in the shower considering her condition. He was afraid she would fall again.
“ There's a shower chair in my mom's old room. We can put it in there so I can sit down, “ Betty suggested. “ Then you can do whatever and I'll call you when I'm done. “
“ Do whatever? What do you mean? “ Robert arched an eyebrow.
“ Watch TV in here or start fixing dinner. I don't know, “ Betty sounded like she was trying to think of things for him to do. “ You don't need to be in the bathroom. “
Robert's voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere else as he said, “ I honestly don't feel comfortable with leaving you alone in there. I'll never forgive myself if something happens to you while I'm caring for you. Let me help you. “
“ I'll manage, “ Betty said. The thought of Robert helping her shower made her heart race. Her body still tingled from his massage. She had never had a man touch her like he had.
“ Betty, “ Robert sighed. “ Aren't you still dizzy? “
Betty thought about it and she still felt a little off. She bit her lip, trying to decide between the lesser of the two evils. She was a bit scared to be left alone in the shower even if it was small and she would be sitting down but to have Robert see her naked scared her even more. No man had ever seen her naked, ever.
“ I just want to help you, “ Robert said. He tried to keep her safety at the forefront of his mind. He looked at her with a serious expression, “ Like I said before, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you got hurt on my watch. “
“ But I... “ Betty started. She looked at him, his seriousness startling her. He was obviously fearing for her safety. She could detect no malice in him like she had when Branslav asked to see her bedroom. " How are you going to help me? "
“ I'm just going to stand in the corner in case you do fall, “ Robert replied “ Is that alright? “
Betty thought it over. She could wear her robe into the shower and strip after she sat down, dropping the clothes outside of the frosted glass door. Robert wouldn't see too much that way and she could request the towel be passed in after she was finished.
" That sounds good, " Robert nodded. " Where do you want me? "
She sighed, “ Sit in the doorway. “
“ Okay then, “ Robert said. “ Let's go. “
“ Right now? “ Betty furrowed her brow.
“ Yes right now. Do you want to wait? “ Robert arched an eyebrow.
Betty sighed, “ No. I guess now is as good a time as ever. “
Robert pushed his sleeves up, “ Let's go. I'll get your crutches. “
**
“ ; Korbel! “ Coach Sweet shouted from the sidelines at practice.
“ What? “ Branslav called after he passed the ball to Daniel.
“ Stop hogging the damn ball! “ Coach Sweet had noticed that Branslav was handling the ball more than anyone else on the team. He also noticed that Daniel was also getting more time with the ball as well. “ You too Hill! “
Daniel looked at Branslav and Branslav nodded, Daniel passing the ball to Tremain. The other players factored into their plans but only as passers. They had planned to do all the shooting and dunking though. Coach Sweet still wasn't pleased, “ Water break! “
The other players walked to the bench but Branslav got the ball from where Tremain dropped it. He looked at Daniel and passed it to him. “ I said water break! “ Coach Sweet shouted.
“ I don't need one, “ Branslav shouted back.
“ Hill! “ Coach Sweet glared at the twenty-two year old.
Daniel didn't look at him, “ I'm good. “
Coach Sweet growled, walking over to Branslav. He knocked the ball out of his hands and got right in his face the best he could. Coach Sweet was about two inches shorter than Daniel, making him a foot shorter than Branslav. “ What are you two up to Korbel? “ He growled.
“ We are going to win tonight. Since you won't get the others to step up their game, Daniel and I are going to do it, “ Branslav said evenly.
“ You just want to show off for that scout, “ Coach Sweet said.
“ That too, “ Branslav nodded. “ But we have to start winning or all of us are in danger, remember? “
Coach Sweet glared at him, “ Yes but there is no 'I' in team. All of you have to shape up or you'll get shipped out. The two of you can't do it on your own. “
“ Then you'd better start doing your job and get them to, “ Branslav said.
“ That's YOUR job. You're the captain, “ Coach Sweet started.
“ But YOU'RE the coach, “ Branslav said. “ I can only do so much and they won't listen to me. They're all pissed at me as it is right now because of the scout. “
Coach Sweet narrowed his eyes, “ Let me talk to them. I'll see what I can do. “
Branslav watched as Coach Sweet walked over to the rest of the team. He waved them in and talked to them for a few minutes before waving Branslav and Daniel over. “ Yes? “ Branslav asked when he got to the huddle.
“ They said they'll listen your ideas for tonight, “ Coach Sweet said. “ The plays you have in mind better work or I'll take over. “
“ Daniel's and my plays can't be any worse than yours, “ Branslav arched an eyebrow and the rest of the team chuckled.
“ Shut up! “ Coach Sweet silenced them. He then glared at Branslav before sitting down on the bench. His face was red with anger but he seemed like he was trying to control it.
“ Okay, “ Branslav looked at the team. He knew he would have to answer for talking to Coach Sweet the way he did but he didn't care. “ Let's get to work and win this one tonight. “
**
Robert stared at the floor, listening to the water run in the shower. Betty had insisted on getting in then tossing her clothes over the top of the tiny stall instead of passing them out through the door. The frosted glass obscured the view so he wasn't able to see much except for a fuzzy outline of her form. After an agonizing eternity, she turned off the water and called to him.
He got to his feet from where he sat in the doorway, “ Yes baby? “
“ Pass me a towel, “ Betty pushed the stall door open and stuck her hand out.
“ Right, “ Robert grabbed a huge dark burgundy towel from the rack next to the shower and put it into her hand.
“ Thanks, “ She took it quickly and pulled the door shut. She was so nervous with him standing outside. She hoped he wasn't looking though the glass was opaque and probably couldn't see anything anyway.
Robert stepped back a little. He took a deep breath after a minute, “ Now what? “
“ Hand me the clean clothes I grabbed, “ Betty called. She felt herself blush a little, " Panties first. "
Robert looked at the neatly folded camisole pajama set next to the sink, her black cotton panties laying right on top. He shuddered and picked them up with two fingers, holding them out towards the stall door still folded. “ Here. “
The door opened a little and Betty snatched the garment away. “ Give me a minute then hand me the bottoms. “
“ Gotcha, “ Robert nodded as he looked at the door. He shut his eyes when he could make out that she was shedding the towel. His had a vision of her bent forwards, pulling on the underwear so he forced his eyes open, trying to look at the wall to his left. He cussed himself silently when his body reacted to the mental imagery.
“ Shorts, “ Betty finally called and opened the door again.
Robert grabbed them and handed the garment to Betty. He then grabbed the top and held it out without looking at the door. “ I have your top when you're ready for it. “
“ Okay, “ Betty called. She pushed the door open again and grabbed for the top. It was a little out of reach because Robert had moved back a bit. She snatched at it thinking she could reach it then said “ Whoa oh! “
“ What? “ Robert looked just in time to see Betty start to fall out of the shower, the chair tipping unexpectedly. He darted forward and caught her as the chair finished tipping over, going with her to the floor. He held her to him sideways, her shoulder against his chest and her head resting against his right shoulder.
Robert held her to him for a few moments, the near-fall rattling him. He rocked Betty a little bit, certain the fall had frightened her as well. He could feel her shaking against him, her breathing rapid and her heart racing. He could almost feel it thumping in time with his own pounding heart.
“ Damn. That scared the Hell out of me, “ He finally muttered against her damp hair. Betty stayed quiet and it worried Robert. “ You okay? “ Robert asked quietly.
Betty stayed silent, Robert's arms encircled her and her right arm was pushed up against his stomach, her hand resting on his upper leg. What had her silent was the position of his left arm. It was right across her nipples and his sleeve was rolled up, his skin in contact with the sensitive flesh.
He looked at her but her eyes were fixed on the wall. The lack of response scared him and he tried to sound calm as he said, “ Betty? Talk to me. Are you okay? “
Betty turned her eyes to him slowly and she nodded. Her heart was racing and she felt like she was going to pass out any second. “ Please move your arm, “ She whispered.
“ Move my what? “ Robert looked then realized two hard pebbles were pressing into his left arm. He quickly moved his arm and snatched the towel from the toppled shower chair. He put it over Betty's shoulders and she pulled it over her chest.
Robert brought his left hand up and stroked the back of Betty's head, “ Sorry about that. I didn't mean to. “
“ It's okay, “ Betty muttered. “ You were thinking about catching me more than that so it's not a big deal. “
Robert sighed, “ Tell me when you think you can get up and we'll move. “
Betty glanced at him, “ Okay. May I please sit up “
“ Oh, “ Robert let her go. “ I'm sorry. “
“ Thanks, “ Betty moved to sit up, putting her hand on Robert's upper leg for some leverage. She didn't push off, freezing. The heel of her hand was resting on something that didn't quite feel like leg and it felt hard. She looked at Robert when he took a sharp breath.
“ Move your hand, “ Robert said firmly. He knew it was an accident but his tone came out sharper than he intended. He was shocked and he could tell she was too.
Betty pulled her hand away as if she had been burned, “ I'm sorry. “
“ It's okay. Let's just get you dressed and back to bed, “ Robert grabbed up her camisole from where he had dropped it when he went to catch her. “ I'll step out. “
Robert slowly let go of Betty and stood up. He walked to the door and went into the bedroom. Once the door was closed, he leaned against it, trying to steady his nerves. He didn't know how he'd face her after what had happened.
He shut his eyes, ~If she asks, I'll just come clean. I'll tell her that I like her. That's the only thing I can do now. ~
After an agonizing eternity, Betty called to him. He took a deep breath to steel himself and opened the door. He found Betty had crawled across the floor to get her robe. He sighed, remembering he had left it on the clothes hamper. " I would have gotten that for you. "
“ It's okay, “ Betty wouldn't look at him. " I didn't have to crawl far. Help me up. "
Robert nodded, " Sure. "
Betty lifted her arms a bit so Robert could slip his arms under them. She took a breath when he lifted her from the floor and set her down on the toilet. " Thanks, " She said.
" No problem, " Robert replied. He then got her crutches, " Tell me when you're ready. "
Betty nodded, " I'm ready. Let's go. "
Robert waited as Betty mounted the crutches then followed her out to the bedroom. He helped her into the bed, turning his back to her as she took her robe off. He heard her blankets rustle, letting him know she was covered. He turned back around to get her robe, " You get some rest and I'll come get you when dinner's ready. "
" Okay, " Betty said then yawned. " I think I will. "
Robert put the robe over the back of the chair next to the bed, " Any requests for dinner? "
Betty shook her head, " No. "
Robert smiled, " Then I'll surprise you. "
" I like surprises, " Betty returned the smile.
" Oh hey, " Robert snapped his fingers. " Where's the closest grocery store? "
Betty furrowed her brow, " Four miles away. Why? "
" I was just wondering, " Robert said. He stammered, " You know, in case I need anything to fix dinner. "
" Oh, " Betty said. " I guess if you need to it'll be okay. You wouldn't be gone long, right? "
Robert shook his head, " Nah. I'd run right in and right back out. "
" Then I guess it would be okay, " Betty shrugged. " You can use my car if you need to. "
Robert smiled, " Thanks. I think I'll go right now since you'll be sleeping. Is that okay? "
" No problem, " Betty said. " Get the lights on your way out. "
" Got 'em, " Robert said as he walked towards the door. He flipped off the lights and walked out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him. He leaned against it, feeling like he was finally able to breathe. The air in the room had been so thick, he wasn't for sure what to do.
He walked out to the living room, heading for the kitchen. He needed to see if there was anything he needed to make dinner. He still wanted to go out for air but he felt he needed to justify it to himself somehow. He realized he already had the perfect excuse and the permission to leave so he headed for the front door, hoping nothing would happen to Betty while he was away...
By Bekka Mouri-Hibiki
© Bekka Mouri-Hibiki 2007
Branslav couldn't wait to get out of his seat as the bus pulled into the arena's parking lot. He had called Betty from the road and she agreed to meet him at his car. He was anxious to see if she had actually made it. His heart jumped in his chest when he saw her leaning against the SUV, her crutches under her arms.
She wore a purple crushed velvet shirt and black jeans, her pitch black hair braided and hanging over her left shoulder. On her good foot, she wore a cowboy boot but the left foot was covered with socks. He had been worried she wouldn't make it but he had begged her, the four days away making him lonely for her. He was desperate to get to know her better, to find more they had in common.
The bus pulled into it's spot, the squeak of the air brakes making Branslav leap to his feet. He dashed down the aisle, passing all the other players as they stared at him. Martin made no motion to stop him nor did Coach Sweet. They obviously could tell he would not be deterred from his goal.
The driver opened the door and Branslav got off the bus, his long gait making quick work of the pavement between him and his car. He felt his heart beat quicken as he got closer to Betty. Her eyes were fixed on him as he approached. She let out a surprised squeak when he reached her, scooping her up in a big hug.
She hesitated for a moment then let her crutches fall to the sides, wrapping her arms around him. “ I missed you, “ Branslav whispered.
“ I missed you too, “ Betty replied.
He pulled back to looking into her impossibly dark blue eyes. She looked deep into his eyes as well, wetting her lips just slightly with her tongue. He leaned down, taking her lips in his. She didn't return it at first but began to shyly as if she wasn't quite for certain what to do. He pulled back and smiled at her, “ I was your first kiss? “
Betty looked a little ashamed, “ Yes. “
“ It is okay, “ Branslav whispered. “ I was happy to be it then. “
Betty gasped against his mouth as he took her lips in another kiss, his right hand sliding down to the small of her back and pulling her close. He savored the feel of her body pressed against his, imagining what it would be like without her heavy velvet shirt and jeans between them. He felt energized just by touching her, wanting to take her home and see where the night would lead...
“ Branslav, “ Daniel tapped him on the shoulder. “ Wake up. We're in San Diego. “
Branslav opened his eyes, finding Daniel was correct. He recognized the parking lot of the sports complex the Presidios played at. “ Oh. When did I fall asleep? “
“ After the bus got back on the road. I looked over at you one minute and you were awake then the next, you had your face pressed up against that window and sleeping, “ Daniel pointed at the condensation on the window.
Branslav looked, “ Oh. “
“ Everyone off the bus! “ Coach Sweet shouted once the air brakes engaged. “ We need to get some practice in. “
Daniel looked at Branslav, “ So are we going to try those plays we came up with last night? “
“ You betcha, “ Branslav nodded. “ Starting tonight, it's do or die. “
**
Robert opened his eyes, glancing around the living room. After taking his shower, he checked on Betty but found out she was sleeping so he decided to do the same. He was tormented by his imagination while he showered, his body reacting to the point he had to do something about it or be in a lot of pain. It had left him feeling completely drained, falling asleep almost the second he had the blanket over himself.
He reached for his cell phone, finding it was about time for Branslav to be in San Diego. He sighed, dialing his friend's number. It rang about three times before he answered. “ Hello? “
“ Hey. It's me, “ Robert said. “ You in San Diego yet? “
“ Yeah. We just got here. We're walking into the arena right now, “ Branslav replied. “ How are things going over there? “
“ Fine, “ Robert sighed. “ Betty's asleep and I just woke up from a nap. “
“ How is she? “ Branslav sounded eager to hear his answer.
“ The same, “ Robert scratched his chest. He hadn't bothered putting his shirt or pants back on. He had just left the bathroom in his boxers since Betty was sleeping.
Branslav sighed, “ Oh. “
“ Do you have any way to get to a TV Wednesday morning? “ Robert asked. He knew there was a slim chance but had to ask anyway. He knew Branslav would never forgive him if he didn't tell him about the TV appearance.
“ A TV? Why? “ Branslav sounded puzzled.
“ Because Betty's going to be interviewed by 'Hello America' at 7 am., that's why. "
Branslav took a sharp breath, “ Which time zone? “
“ It doesn't matter. It'll be on at 7 am. You know they tape delay that stuff. It'll be on at seven no matter where you're at, “ Robert said.
“ Could you just record it for me and have Betty give it to me when I get back? “ Branslav asked as he walked into the locker room. Robert could tell he had from the background noise. “ I don't know if I can use the TV here. “
Robert rolled his eyes, “ Fine. Fine. We'll record it for you. “
“ Thanks, “ Branslav said. “ Anything else going on? “
“ No, “ Robert said. He didn't feel like telling Branslav about the house. He really didn't want Branslav involved in that mess.
“ Oh. Okay then, “ Branslav sighed. “ I need to go. I have to get ready for practice. “
“ You do that, “ Robert said. “ I hope you still think you're going to win tonight. “
“ I do, “ Branslav said sharply. “ Don't you? “
Robert chuckled, “ I'll believe it when I see it. “
“ Thanks a lot, “ Branslav growled and hung up.
Robert snapped his phone closed. He didn't know what Branslav had planned but he really didn't have much faith it would work. Without a good team behind him, it would be nearly impossible. He was about to set the phone back down when it rang again. Robert figured it was Branslav calling him back for something.
“ Hughes, “ Robert answered.
“ You have five seconds to tell me where you are Robert. “
“ Ah shit, “ Robert sighed. “ What the Hell do you want now? “
“ Are you deaf? I just told you what I want, “ Pauline hissed. “ Where are you? “
“ You're going to make me deaf by yelling at me all the time, “ Robert said. “ Why the Hell should I tell you where I am? “
“ Because your house burned down this morning, that's why. Where are you? “ Pauline was starting to sound like a parrot repeating her question again.
“ I am not in Taos, “ Robert said. “ I told you that yesterday. “
“ Then where are you? “ Pauline was starting to get on Robert's nerves.
“ I told you last time I'm not telling you, “ Robert said. “ I think I also told you to stop calling me. “
“ I just want to know where you are, “ Pauline sounded frustrated. “ Tell me. “
Robert growled, “ I'm not going to tell you so just get off my phone you cheating whore. "
“ Bastard! “ Pauline shouted and hung up.
Robert saved the number Pauline had called from so he could ignore it and put the phone down. He glanced towards Betty's room, wondering if she was awake yet. He sat up, deciding to go check on her. He pulled on his shirt then got up so he could pull on his jeans.
He buttoned and zipped his pants as he walked towards her door. He had pulled it shut when he left the bathroom so he had to push it open. He stopped cold in his tracks when he looked at her. She had slid down the pillows and pushed the blanket off exposing her body, her camisole riding dangerously high.
If that wasn't bad enough, her shorts had ridden down well past her belly, showing everything from her bellybutton to the top of her pubic bone. Robert was stunned, staring at her. His mouth was dry and he could scarcely make a sound. He tried to shut his eyes but his eyelids refused cooperate.
The situation was made worse when Betty sighed in her sleep, the gentle sound sending a sharp wave of lust through him. He wanted to run his fingers over her abdomen, to feel her creamy smooth skin under his fingertips. He longed to kiss her pale flesh, trailing kisses up to her chest or maybe even down as far as she would let him. He was finally able to close his eyes, his concupiscence threatening to consume him.
He clenched his left fist at his side, determined not to lose control of himself. Not having contact with a woman for two years was no excuse for him thinking of Betty in such a way. She had offered her shoulder to him to cry on and he was pretty sure that's all she wanted to give him. She wouldn't have been so bent on getting with Branslav if she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
“ Robert? “ Betty's sleep tainted voice made him take a sharp breath.
He nodded, “ Yeah? “
“ What are you doing? “ Betty sounded confused.
Robert sighed, “ I was just coming to check on you. I woke up from my nap and wanted see if you were awake yet. “
“ Oh, “ Betty sounded a little wary of his story. “ Why are your eyes closed? “
“ Your camisole... “ Robert motioned towards her. " I... I didn't see anything. "
Betty gasped and turned red, Robert was sure. “ Oh my, “ She muttered. “ Sorry. I'm an active sleeper. “
Robert opened his eyes after the rustling of blankets let him know Betty had recovered herself. “ I was just checking on you, “ Robert repeated. He couldn't think of anything else to say.
“ Oh. I'm okay, “ Betty pushed herself back up on the pillows with her right hand as she held the blanket to her with her left. “ I don't feel any different anyway. “
“ Oh. Okay, “ Robert nodded but wouldn't look at her, just the bed. “ That's good. “
“ Yeah, “ Betty kept her eyes focused on the bed as she smoothed her hair with her hand.
“ When do you want to take that shower you said you needed? “ Robert asked. He remember that and wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. He didn't know how long he could keep up his act of not being affected by her though he was going crazy inside.
Betty looked at the bathroom door, “ In a little bit. All you have to do is get me in there. I can take care of the rest. “
“ How are you going to do it if you can't stand up in there? “ Robert wondered about that. He was also a little worried about leaving her alone in the shower considering her condition. He was afraid she would fall again.
“ There's a shower chair in my mom's old room. We can put it in there so I can sit down, “ Betty suggested. “ Then you can do whatever and I'll call you when I'm done. “
“ Do whatever? What do you mean? “ Robert arched an eyebrow.
“ Watch TV in here or start fixing dinner. I don't know, “ Betty sounded like she was trying to think of things for him to do. “ You don't need to be in the bathroom. “
Robert's voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere else as he said, “ I honestly don't feel comfortable with leaving you alone in there. I'll never forgive myself if something happens to you while I'm caring for you. Let me help you. “
“ I'll manage, “ Betty said. The thought of Robert helping her shower made her heart race. Her body still tingled from his massage. She had never had a man touch her like he had.
“ Betty, “ Robert sighed. “ Aren't you still dizzy? “
Betty thought about it and she still felt a little off. She bit her lip, trying to decide between the lesser of the two evils. She was a bit scared to be left alone in the shower even if it was small and she would be sitting down but to have Robert see her naked scared her even more. No man had ever seen her naked, ever.
“ I just want to help you, “ Robert said. He tried to keep her safety at the forefront of his mind. He looked at her with a serious expression, “ Like I said before, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you got hurt on my watch. “
“ But I... “ Betty started. She looked at him, his seriousness startling her. He was obviously fearing for her safety. She could detect no malice in him like she had when Branslav asked to see her bedroom. " How are you going to help me? "
“ I'm just going to stand in the corner in case you do fall, “ Robert replied “ Is that alright? “
Betty thought it over. She could wear her robe into the shower and strip after she sat down, dropping the clothes outside of the frosted glass door. Robert wouldn't see too much that way and she could request the towel be passed in after she was finished.
" That sounds good, " Robert nodded. " Where do you want me? "
She sighed, “ Sit in the doorway. “
“ Okay then, “ Robert said. “ Let's go. “
“ Right now? “ Betty furrowed her brow.
“ Yes right now. Do you want to wait? “ Robert arched an eyebrow.
Betty sighed, “ No. I guess now is as good a time as ever. “
Robert pushed his sleeves up, “ Let's go. I'll get your crutches. “
**
“ ; Korbel! “ Coach Sweet shouted from the sidelines at practice.
“ What? “ Branslav called after he passed the ball to Daniel.
“ Stop hogging the damn ball! “ Coach Sweet had noticed that Branslav was handling the ball more than anyone else on the team. He also noticed that Daniel was also getting more time with the ball as well. “ You too Hill! “
Daniel looked at Branslav and Branslav nodded, Daniel passing the ball to Tremain. The other players factored into their plans but only as passers. They had planned to do all the shooting and dunking though. Coach Sweet still wasn't pleased, “ Water break! “
The other players walked to the bench but Branslav got the ball from where Tremain dropped it. He looked at Daniel and passed it to him. “ I said water break! “ Coach Sweet shouted.
“ I don't need one, “ Branslav shouted back.
“ Hill! “ Coach Sweet glared at the twenty-two year old.
Daniel didn't look at him, “ I'm good. “
Coach Sweet growled, walking over to Branslav. He knocked the ball out of his hands and got right in his face the best he could. Coach Sweet was about two inches shorter than Daniel, making him a foot shorter than Branslav. “ What are you two up to Korbel? “ He growled.
“ We are going to win tonight. Since you won't get the others to step up their game, Daniel and I are going to do it, “ Branslav said evenly.
“ You just want to show off for that scout, “ Coach Sweet said.
“ That too, “ Branslav nodded. “ But we have to start winning or all of us are in danger, remember? “
Coach Sweet glared at him, “ Yes but there is no 'I' in team. All of you have to shape up or you'll get shipped out. The two of you can't do it on your own. “
“ Then you'd better start doing your job and get them to, “ Branslav said.
“ That's YOUR job. You're the captain, “ Coach Sweet started.
“ But YOU'RE the coach, “ Branslav said. “ I can only do so much and they won't listen to me. They're all pissed at me as it is right now because of the scout. “
Coach Sweet narrowed his eyes, “ Let me talk to them. I'll see what I can do. “
Branslav watched as Coach Sweet walked over to the rest of the team. He waved them in and talked to them for a few minutes before waving Branslav and Daniel over. “ Yes? “ Branslav asked when he got to the huddle.
“ They said they'll listen your ideas for tonight, “ Coach Sweet said. “ The plays you have in mind better work or I'll take over. “
“ Daniel's and my plays can't be any worse than yours, “ Branslav arched an eyebrow and the rest of the team chuckled.
“ Shut up! “ Coach Sweet silenced them. He then glared at Branslav before sitting down on the bench. His face was red with anger but he seemed like he was trying to control it.
“ Okay, “ Branslav looked at the team. He knew he would have to answer for talking to Coach Sweet the way he did but he didn't care. “ Let's get to work and win this one tonight. “
**
Robert stared at the floor, listening to the water run in the shower. Betty had insisted on getting in then tossing her clothes over the top of the tiny stall instead of passing them out through the door. The frosted glass obscured the view so he wasn't able to see much except for a fuzzy outline of her form. After an agonizing eternity, she turned off the water and called to him.
He got to his feet from where he sat in the doorway, “ Yes baby? “
“ Pass me a towel, “ Betty pushed the stall door open and stuck her hand out.
“ Right, “ Robert grabbed a huge dark burgundy towel from the rack next to the shower and put it into her hand.
“ Thanks, “ She took it quickly and pulled the door shut. She was so nervous with him standing outside. She hoped he wasn't looking though the glass was opaque and probably couldn't see anything anyway.
Robert stepped back a little. He took a deep breath after a minute, “ Now what? “
“ Hand me the clean clothes I grabbed, “ Betty called. She felt herself blush a little, " Panties first. "
Robert looked at the neatly folded camisole pajama set next to the sink, her black cotton panties laying right on top. He shuddered and picked them up with two fingers, holding them out towards the stall door still folded. “ Here. “
The door opened a little and Betty snatched the garment away. “ Give me a minute then hand me the bottoms. “
“ Gotcha, “ Robert nodded as he looked at the door. He shut his eyes when he could make out that she was shedding the towel. His had a vision of her bent forwards, pulling on the underwear so he forced his eyes open, trying to look at the wall to his left. He cussed himself silently when his body reacted to the mental imagery.
“ Shorts, “ Betty finally called and opened the door again.
Robert grabbed them and handed the garment to Betty. He then grabbed the top and held it out without looking at the door. “ I have your top when you're ready for it. “
“ Okay, “ Betty called. She pushed the door open again and grabbed for the top. It was a little out of reach because Robert had moved back a bit. She snatched at it thinking she could reach it then said “ Whoa oh! “
“ What? “ Robert looked just in time to see Betty start to fall out of the shower, the chair tipping unexpectedly. He darted forward and caught her as the chair finished tipping over, going with her to the floor. He held her to him sideways, her shoulder against his chest and her head resting against his right shoulder.
Robert held her to him for a few moments, the near-fall rattling him. He rocked Betty a little bit, certain the fall had frightened her as well. He could feel her shaking against him, her breathing rapid and her heart racing. He could almost feel it thumping in time with his own pounding heart.
“ Damn. That scared the Hell out of me, “ He finally muttered against her damp hair. Betty stayed quiet and it worried Robert. “ You okay? “ Robert asked quietly.
Betty stayed silent, Robert's arms encircled her and her right arm was pushed up against his stomach, her hand resting on his upper leg. What had her silent was the position of his left arm. It was right across her nipples and his sleeve was rolled up, his skin in contact with the sensitive flesh.
He looked at her but her eyes were fixed on the wall. The lack of response scared him and he tried to sound calm as he said, “ Betty? Talk to me. Are you okay? “
Betty turned her eyes to him slowly and she nodded. Her heart was racing and she felt like she was going to pass out any second. “ Please move your arm, “ She whispered.
“ Move my what? “ Robert looked then realized two hard pebbles were pressing into his left arm. He quickly moved his arm and snatched the towel from the toppled shower chair. He put it over Betty's shoulders and she pulled it over her chest.
Robert brought his left hand up and stroked the back of Betty's head, “ Sorry about that. I didn't mean to. “
“ It's okay, “ Betty muttered. “ You were thinking about catching me more than that so it's not a big deal. “
Robert sighed, “ Tell me when you think you can get up and we'll move. “
Betty glanced at him, “ Okay. May I please sit up “
“ Oh, “ Robert let her go. “ I'm sorry. “
“ Thanks, “ Betty moved to sit up, putting her hand on Robert's upper leg for some leverage. She didn't push off, freezing. The heel of her hand was resting on something that didn't quite feel like leg and it felt hard. She looked at Robert when he took a sharp breath.
“ Move your hand, “ Robert said firmly. He knew it was an accident but his tone came out sharper than he intended. He was shocked and he could tell she was too.
Betty pulled her hand away as if she had been burned, “ I'm sorry. “
“ It's okay. Let's just get you dressed and back to bed, “ Robert grabbed up her camisole from where he had dropped it when he went to catch her. “ I'll step out. “
Robert slowly let go of Betty and stood up. He walked to the door and went into the bedroom. Once the door was closed, he leaned against it, trying to steady his nerves. He didn't know how he'd face her after what had happened.
He shut his eyes, ~If she asks, I'll just come clean. I'll tell her that I like her. That's the only thing I can do now. ~
After an agonizing eternity, Betty called to him. He took a deep breath to steel himself and opened the door. He found Betty had crawled across the floor to get her robe. He sighed, remembering he had left it on the clothes hamper. " I would have gotten that for you. "
“ It's okay, “ Betty wouldn't look at him. " I didn't have to crawl far. Help me up. "
Robert nodded, " Sure. "
Betty lifted her arms a bit so Robert could slip his arms under them. She took a breath when he lifted her from the floor and set her down on the toilet. " Thanks, " She said.
" No problem, " Robert replied. He then got her crutches, " Tell me when you're ready. "
Betty nodded, " I'm ready. Let's go. "
Robert waited as Betty mounted the crutches then followed her out to the bedroom. He helped her into the bed, turning his back to her as she took her robe off. He heard her blankets rustle, letting him know she was covered. He turned back around to get her robe, " You get some rest and I'll come get you when dinner's ready. "
" Okay, " Betty said then yawned. " I think I will. "
Robert put the robe over the back of the chair next to the bed, " Any requests for dinner? "
Betty shook her head, " No. "
Robert smiled, " Then I'll surprise you. "
" I like surprises, " Betty returned the smile.
" Oh hey, " Robert snapped his fingers. " Where's the closest grocery store? "
Betty furrowed her brow, " Four miles away. Why? "
" I was just wondering, " Robert said. He stammered, " You know, in case I need anything to fix dinner. "
" Oh, " Betty said. " I guess if you need to it'll be okay. You wouldn't be gone long, right? "
Robert shook his head, " Nah. I'd run right in and right back out. "
" Then I guess it would be okay, " Betty shrugged. " You can use my car if you need to. "
Robert smiled, " Thanks. I think I'll go right now since you'll be sleeping. Is that okay? "
" No problem, " Betty said. " Get the lights on your way out. "
" Got 'em, " Robert said as he walked towards the door. He flipped off the lights and walked out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him. He leaned against it, feeling like he was finally able to breathe. The air in the room had been so thick, he wasn't for sure what to do.
He walked out to the living room, heading for the kitchen. He needed to see if there was anything he needed to make dinner. He still wanted to go out for air but he felt he needed to justify it to himself somehow. He realized he already had the perfect excuse and the permission to leave so he headed for the front door, hoping nothing would happen to Betty while he was away...