Date: Sat, 05 May 2001 17:11:52 -0700
From: Aaron . <loveactivist@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Watching You Without Me" Chapter 7

Well, I'm over the bump in this story, I think it's gonna go better from
now on. Lots of thanks to Nimm and Derek (ok, WHICH story is yours?). Oh,
and guess what? There is a sex scene coming up in my story
soon. Solid........Anyway, see ya later......Oh, no actually, PLEASE go
read Nimm's latest story "Through Anothers Eyes". She is completely
heartbroken that no one has read it. I would hate to have to get out the
whip again people!  *wink wink*.....

Disclaimer: This story is true. It's all going on as we speak. A.J.'s
asleep in bed and I got up to type this thing out and send it in. Yeah,
right, and Holly's married to Nick Carter *eye roll*


"Watching You Without Me"

Aaron DeLorean


*Chapter Seven*

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"Can't let you know
What's been happening.
There's a ghost in our home,
Just watching you without me.
I'm not here." --Kate Bush
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	The next day we started production. I had awoken that morning and
popped two Valium. A drug such as Valium was the last thing an addict
needed. I am constantly being reminded why I despise doctors so much. They
have no clue what they're doing; nor do they care.
	I walked downstairs to the kitchen. Nimm was standing by the sink
squeezing fresh orange juice. I looked at her curiously. She caught my eye.
	"Orange juice binds the free-radicals in your blood stream and
disables them." She explained over the electric whir of the juicer.
	"And that is good how?" I asked, not getting her point. She sighed,
	"Darling, free-radicals are created from stress, and they cause you
to feel positively disgusting." I nodded my head in understanding.
	"I feel positively disgusting all day long everyday, but pour me a
glass, I might as well."
	"Wow, a vegetarian like yourself, I would have thought you were
gulping fruit juice everyday." I whirled around, having been startled by
the voice directly behind me. It was A.J.
	"God fucking damn it A.J.! Freak me out why don't you!" He laughed,
	"Sorry about that, and please, call me Alex." I nodded.
	"And getting back to the fruit juice topic," I went on, "I prefer
vodka."  Nimm snorted.
	"No more vodka. No more vodka, no more alcohol, no more pills, no
more drugs, in fact, no more substances of any kind unless they are
prescribed by your doctor." I narrowed my eyes in her direction.
	"My doctor can kiss my fat ass." I grumbled into the
refrigerator. "And don't you have any fucking Dr. Pepper around here ALEX?"
I asked rather snottily.  He frowned,
	"Well someone was hit with the bitch-stick this morning!" Nimm
laughed.  He continued, "And I didn't know you liked Dr. Pepper." I closed
my eyes and drank down the glass of orange juice Nimm had thrust under my
nose.


	The recording studio in the basement of the house was amazing. It
was wood paneled with acoustic spikes in the vocal-recording booth. Because
A.J.  and I had both agreed that a "live" sound was more appropriate for
the music, all of the vocals would be recorded at the same time, along with
the piano which I would be playing; and the cello and backing vocals, which
were Tori's department.
	Tori and I both donned headphones, and A.J. went into the
producers' booth. Tori stepped up to the microphone, clearing her voice. I
sat down at the Bösendorfer and adjusted the mic. A.J.'s voice came
booming through the speakers.
	"Y'all ready?" We nodded our heads. "We're rollin'." I flexed my
fingers, and began to play. My hands traveled nimbly over the black and
white keys as my voice, combined with Tori's, rose above the rich timbre of
the piano. The particular song we we're singing was the only cover I had
opted to record on the entire album. It was "Cloud On My Tongue" by Tori
Amos. The goddess herself had graciously given A.J. permission for me to
cover her material. My only regret was that she wasn't here herself to play
the piano as I sang. My skills at the piano were more than sufficient,
however, and would do fine.
	As I neared the end of the song, Tori's voice rose to a crescendo
so close to my own that it was almost indistinguishable, her soprano
ringing with the keys of the Bösendorfer. Finally, the song came to an
end. A.J. rewound the open-reel as Tori let out a high-pitched scream, and
ran over to hug me.
	"Oh my god Aaron! That was great! The best you have ever done on
that song!" I smiled. A.J. wrapped his arms around my neck in a hug as I
beamed, surprised.
	"Well Mr. Alex, thank you very much!" I laughed as A.J. did a
mock-bow.
	"Well babe I think that was enough production for one day." I
agreed.
	"Yep, it went really good and I wouldn't want to jinx myself or
anything."
	"Wanna hear playback?" A.J. asked us. I shook my head,
	"Naw, let's wait 'till Nimm gets back from the grocery store." We
walked back upstairs, and I walked out onto the terrace, lighting a
cigarette. I didn't care what Nimm said; there was no way I was giving up
my cigs. A.J. came outside, lighting his own cigarette.
	"So..." He stated. I inhaled deeply. Nicotine felt so nice.
	"So." I answered back, exhaling a cloud of smoke. He turned to look
at me.
	"You did really good today, this album is gonna rock. I didn't know
you possessed such a talent. Even listening to your demo, it didn't express
your abilities at all." I smiled shyly.
	"Thanks Alex." I inhaled again. A.J. took a step closer.
	"You know," he began, "I think things are going to go really well
from here on out." I exhaled noisily, closing my eyes.
	"I really hope so..." He took another step, closing the gap
between us to an extremely close proximity. I could feel myself getting
hotter. Suddenly, his lips were touching mine. He wrapped his arms around
my waist, pressing himself against me. His tongue rubbed gently along my
lips. I opened my mouth. His tongue rubbed along mine, rubbed along the
roof of my mouth, my teeth, my gums. I could feel him growing hard against
my thigh as he explored my mouth. I dropped my cigarette as Alex gripped my
ass in his large hands. Nothing existed in this moment except for the
pressure of his body-the sensation of his lips on mine, his tongue in my
mouth. The door to the house slid open suddenly and Nimm stepped out. Her
eyes fell on us immediately.
	"Well!" She exclaimed, rather surprised, "I knew THIS was going to
happen, but I had no idea it would happen so soon! Isn't this a delight?" I
blushed as I ran my fingers over my mouth. Alex smiled slyly and went back
inside the house. Nimm grinned widely. "So was he any good?" I laughed
	"Jesus H. Christ on a Popsicle stick Nimm, you have NO idea!" Nimm
laughed as we walked back inside.


To Be Continued.........*wink*