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TT - Vacation Troubles EIGHT

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—Trouble with the Confession—

In Richard’s room, Rachel kept trailing her fingertips over her lips.  She seemed preoccupied and Richard had no clue why.  Of course, being the detective he was, he wanted to solve the puzzle in front of him.  “So, mind telling me why you keep massaging your lips?  Is there someone I don’t know about?”  He asked with a devious smirk.

Rachel didn’t respond to that quip.  Instead, she stood there for a moment in a daze before replying, “I can’t believe my— my first kiss was from a. . . a dolphin.”  Richard raised an eyebrow almost mirroring how Rachel always would.  “A female dolphin.”  She emphasized.  

“You knew it was a girl?”

“Make that a pregnant female dolphin.”

Richard looked at her.  Her eyes were downcast and she was rubbing her arms up and down with her hands.  She looked troubled.  He thought it was a little unlike her to be overly sentimental over something like a first kiss.  But then again, she had never been in a real relationship like he had.  Was he like that when he first dated?  He remembered being nervous before he kissed his first girlfriend Barbara Gordon.  But, that was something he got over a long time ago.  Did Rachel really think such sappy thoughts about love? Well, he decided, if it is that important to her, then I will do my best to honor that.

“It wasn’t your first kiss,” he said simply.  Rachel looked up at him and saw something in his eyes that she didn’t recall ever seeing before.  He looked. . . intense.  “This is.”  Before she knew what he was doing or could stop him, he leaned over and pressed his lips firmly on hers.  She didn’t know what to do.  It was all wrong.  How dare he do that to her!

Slap!

She had pushed him off of her and struck his cheek.  Richard didn’t see that coming.  He merely put his hand to his stinging cheek.  Before he could ask her why in the world she did that, he saw a single tear fall from her eye.  That stopped him right there.  Was it really that unbearable to her?  He thought that. . . perhaps she might. . . feel something for him.

“How could you do that?!  You just kiss me out of nowhere without my consent or even any feelings on your end.”  His eyes widened in shock.  She hadn’t noticed that he. . .  “You’re no better than Malchior!  You just toy with my emotions like I’m your plaything.  Well, I’m tired of being led on by you, thinking that you could possibly see me as a love interest when you actually have no respect for me at all!”

“Rae, I—”

“Don’t call me that!”  She cut him off.  “I hate you!  Get away from me.”  Before Richard could say or do anything to hopefully remedy the situation, Rachel bolted out of the room into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.  Richard just stood there dejected.  The woman he cared about more than anything had just. . .

He couldn’t even bear to think of that.  After standing there like an idiot trying to process the events of the past few minutes, he sat on his bed.  Then he did the only logical thing to do. He picked up the small telephone in his room.  “Hello, room service?  I’m going to need a two bottles of the most expensive imported beer you have.”  He rubbed a hand through his hair.  “No, make that a six-pack.”



Rachel meanwhile stood in the hallway on the other side of his door.  She waited a moment.  Then two.  He. . . he wasn’t coming after her.  He really didn’t care.  Another tear fell from her eyes and she bolted leaving a trail of many shattered light bulbs behind her.  She ran as fast as she could down the hall, through the door, and down the sidewalk.  Everyone was giving her looks, but she didn’t care.  She just wanted out.  She found herself at the lobby when she finally stopped.  Looking at her surroundings, she noticed a small walkway by the beach.  Hoping for some relaxation, she walked down that path.

Soon, she found herself back at the dolphin cove.  How ironic.  However, it calmed her to see how carefree the creatures were.  Unlike her.  Now she had a big problem on her hands.  How could things be settled?  They would never be the same.  There would always be that distrust in their relationship.  It might even break up the team.  

So, having no other reasonable option, she took out her communicator and called ‘big brother’.

He finally picked up after three rings.  “Hey, Rae.  How’s Hawai—” He stopped when he saw her red face. She had been crying.

“I need some advice, Vic.”  She spoke to him softly with sorrow in her eyes.

Concerned about what could possibly upset her this greatly, he asked, “About what, Rae?”

“About Richard.”  Vic narrowed his eyes as he thought over the many possibilities.

He sighed.  “What did he do this time?”  Man, that guy could be so much trouble. . .

Rachel wiped her eyes before replying, “He kissed me.”

“He what?!”  Vic looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel.  How could he just kiss his baby sister when they had absolutely no supervision or chaperone?  What was on his mind?  Then Vic thought he didn’t really want to know what he had in his hormonal mind.  “When I get my hands on his grimy little—” Rachel sniffled as another tear fell from her eyes.  Vic sobered at the sight and asked, “Did it really bother you that much?”

Rachel nodded.  “He did it without my permission.  He’s been joking with me about us dating or being engaged or whatever.  I just never thought he would actually do something.”  It was eating at her and Vic was troubled because of it.

“It sounds like there is more to it than that.”  He sighed and tried to figure this out.  Rachel always was calm and composed.  Well, that is, until they took down Trigon.  After that, she began feeling emotions without restraint and she had started her freedom by hugging Robin.  “Did it make you feel something?”

“It’s not about me.  It’s about him.”  She swallowed before continuing, “He doesn’t love me.  He just kisses me out of the blue without a confession or anything of the sort.  It was without my permission so he obviously doesn’t know or care if I feel something.”

Do you feel something?”  He asked as mildly as he could.

“I don’t really know.  It’s just been so confusing lately.  It’s—” She closed her eyes and took a moment to swallow.  “When I think about him kissing just anybody like it meant nothing. . .  I just can’t stand that thought.”

“Do you think your kiss meant nothing?”

“Yes,” she said before averting her eyes from the communicator.  “To him at least,” she added as a quiet afterthought.

Vic sighed.  Now it was time to discuss the full matter.  He only wished Richard hadn’t been such a jerk that he didn’t explain.  “Maybe it’s time to talk about why he broke up with Star.”

Rachel raised a brow.  “Why does that matter?  Am I rebound or something?”

“Ya know, for an empath, you sure miss some of the most important things.”  Rachel glared at him. This is supposed to make me feel better, how?  She wondered.  Vic continued, “It wasn’t because of a fight or anything of that nature.  It was just that Richard stopped feeling for Star what he had at first.”

“He fell out of love with Starfire?”

“I don’t know if it was quite that or not.  I’m not even sure if it was even love to begin with.  But lately, well, even before they broke up, Rich was noticing someone else.”

“What?”  She asked as if she wasn’t sure if she had interpreted that correctly.

“He’s been watching you for a while,” Rachel’s eyes widened at that thought.  “Did you even give him a chance to explain after he kissed you?”

She averted his eyes.  “Not exactly.”

“Then go back, girl!”  At Vic’s comment Rachel thought about it.  Could he possibly. . .?  “Just make sure you know what you want to say in reply.”

Rachel smiled for the first time during their conversation.  “Thanks, Vic.”

“No problem.  It’s what I’m here for.  Now get going!”  He ushered her.  With that thought, Rachel closed her communicator and got up.  She walked slowly at first, wanting to take her time to think of an answer.  What exactly did she feel for her leader, her teammate, her friend?  Soon she found herself walking back to her room.  

She stopped in front of her door.  After a moment of meaningful thought, she took her key card out of her pocket and opened it.  After she went into her room, she walked over to their adjoining door.  It was partially open so she could peer through it.  He was sitting facing away from her, looking out at the ocean through his window.  There was three empty bottles of beer laying on the table next to him and he was drinking out of another.

She looked at him in a bit more detail.  His black hair was messy from his hand brushing through it.  Also, what got to her was that his face was red.  It was as if. . . he had been crying too.  Could what Vic said really be true?

She opened the door a bit wider so she could walk through.  The door creaked a bit alerting the not-so-sober man of her presence.  He turned his face away from her so she couldn’t see his face.  Also, he didn’t know if he could make eye contact with her.  Almost meekly she asked, “What are you doing over there?”

She walked a few steps closer to him, but still not enough to touch him.  It was harder than she thought it would be to talk to him.  “Drowning my troubles with alcohol.  What do you care?”  He said sharply before taking a long sip from the beer bottle in his hand.

Rachel stood silently for a moment before admitting, “I’m sorry.”

He stopped moving.  “For what?  Breaking my heart?”  He asked bitterly.

Rachel didn’t know exactly how to ask her question, but she spoke anyway.  “Do you really feel. . .?”

He still wouldn’t look at her.  “I don’t talk about dating anyone unless I mean it.  Teasing manner or not.”  Once again, he slid his hair through his dark hair in frustration.

“I thought you didn’t feel anything for me.  So, when you kissed me. . .”

“Well, being told I’m no better than an evil dragon who used and abused you and your feelings for his own personal gain without any regard for them. . .”  He sighed, “It really hurt, Rae.  I would never take advantage of you or anyone.  I thought you knew or at least had more respect for me than that.”

“So, why did you never tell me how you felt?”

“Expressing emotions has never been my strong point.  Blame that one on Batman.  I–I thought that my actions would speak instead of the words.  I guess I was wrong.”  He shrugged as if it meant nothing anymore, but Rachel could tell he was still very upset.

“I’m sorry,” she said again as she brushed her hand on his shoulder.  At first he tensed.  Then he was surprised as she took the bottle of beer from his hand.  She took a sip out of it.  Richard looked at her in confusion.  She looked away from him, but he could see a small blush gracing her cheeks.  Then she handed the bottle back to him.  “Indirect kiss.”  She said.

Richard eyes widened at her statement.  He still couldn’t believe she had said those words.  Did that mean. . .?

“I don’t hate you,” she still refused to meet his gaze in embarrassment.  “I just, I hate the idea of you not meaning everything you said.”

“Do you really mean that?”  He asked in almost disbelief.

She crossed her arms across her body.  “Yup.  You got drunk for nothing.”

“I’m not drunk!”  He exclaimed.

“So says every drunk,” she rolled her eyes at his comment.

“You know many drunks?”  He smirked.  Good.  Things were finally getting to normal.  Well, more like ‘better’ rather than ‘normal’.  “What about you?”  He asked.

“Me?”  She asked, hoping he wasn’t implying what she thought he was.

“Can you hold your liquor?”

Before things got any more out of hand, Rachel took the bottle from his hands.  However, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close enough to his armrest so that she was resting against it before she could make her escape.

“You can’t hold your liquor,” he said in a daring tone.

“We are not drinking any more beer,” she replied firmly.

“Rae. . .”

She shook her head as a ‘no’.  “Thanks, but no thanks.”  She moved again to put the bottle somewhere out of his grasp.  Richard stood up and embraced her from behind before she could walk away.

“I’m not letting you go,” he told her stubbornly.

“You’re drunk, Richard,” she said bluntly.

His attitude was in one hundred and eighty degrees from where it was when she first walked in.  “Don’t you trust me?”

“No.  Not when you’re intoxicated.  Obviously this needs to stop before it gets any more out of hand.”

“You don’t want me to let go.”  He kissed her bare neck briefly.  “I can kiss many other places too.”

Rachel’s internal alarm started blaring ‘trouble’.  “You are too drunk to know what you are doing.  Go to bed,” she commanded.

“Not without my Rae-Rae,” he said sweetly.  He cuddled up to her and possessively tightened his grip on her waist.

“No,” she stated firmly once more.  “You don’t know what you’re asking of me.  If I slapped you after you kissed me, imagine what else I’ll do if you try anything else.”  She wormed out of his embrace and turned around.  “Go to bed, Richard.”  She told him firmly, but her eyes turned soft after that.  “I’ll see you in the morning.”  She smiled once more before confiscating the remaining alcoholic beverages and walked through their adjoining door into her room.  She closed her door and locked it.  Just in case he tried something.

Then, thinking about what happened, she sat down on her bed and smiled.  She could feel herself blushing. He does care for me, she thought. And now I know that I love him.

She finally laid down after that thought and fell asleep in peace.
Hey, everyone.  How did you like the newest installment of "Vacation Troubles"?  True to my name, it was sappy.  But I had fun writing it.  To tell the truth, I finished this chapter in January of 2013.  Almost two years ago.  I was just writing to get to this point.  If anyone knows me or is familiar with my work, you would know that I love starting stories and I usually have an end goal; I just have the hardest time getting from one end to the other.  Middles are my worst enemy.

Well, this story is coming to a close.  It's almost time for them to fly back.  They only have a week, remember?  (Probably not.  That's what I get for taking so long to finish chapters *sigh*)

Anyways, here's the thing:

As I've posted before, this is a sequel to "Airport Troubles".

You can find it here on ff dot net: www.fanfiction.net/s/7370540/1…

I'll be updating my fanfiction dot net account sooner than on here, so you can follow the story here: www.fanfiction.net/s/7432613/1…

Or here on dA:
Chapter One: queen-of-the-saps.deviantart.c…
Chapter Two: queen-of-the-saps.deviantart.c…
Chapter Three: queen-of-the-saps.deviantart.c…
Chapter Four: queen-of-the-saps.deviantart.c…
Chapter Five: queen-of-the-saps.deviantart.c…
Chapter Six: queen-of-the-saps.deviantart.c…
Chapter Seven: TT - Vacation Troubles SEVEN 
Chapter Eight: HERE

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Her Sappiness

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