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Lonely Together	By : ILikeCake Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 2129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This story is dedicated to the group of very loveable freaks who introduced me to the idea of Heather & Douglas together in various.....capacities. This is now my favorite of all the possible May/December Silent Hill romances. Thanks to everyone across the web who helped me truly see this pairing's sweetness, especially RoseHipTea.
I didn't get very specific about descriptions of the environment, because so much of my focus was on character emotion. I hope this isn't too distracting. I might come back and edit it in at some point if anyone wants that.
I hope anyone who stumbles across this enjoys it, unconventional as it is. Please feel free to rate and review.
This chapter: original secondary character,UST, VOY

The weak lamp in Heather's room only cast light down half the hallway. The apartment was large and dark enough that Douglas was certain the busy pair of teenagers didn't notice him at the opposite end, intrigued.
He peeled himself away from the corner delicately and snuck into the living room to extinguish the lamp by the front door, just in case. He quietly returned to his position, not truly understanding his desire to watch. Douglas's eyes focused down the long hall on Heather, in her bed with a boy he had never seen before. Their clothing was still on, but that didn't seem like it was going last long. Heather had expected to have the apartment to herself for another two hours, and apparently, she planned to use the time well.
Douglas reached into his left pocket and retrieved his reading glasses. If he was going to be a creepy old man, he at least wanted to see the show better. Heather rolled on top of her partner and took off her shirt, throwing it aside. The boy mumbled something Douglas couldn't understand, and Heather laughed, leaning down to kiss him.
Douglas knew Heather probably had boyfriends now and then, but actually seeing her with a grubby-handed boy suddenly made him feel a little guilty. Since she moved in with him, Heather spent so much time around him that she didn't have much left for the usual youthful fun. Right now, she seemed to be having almost too much fun.
After a brief moment of blurred movement and giggles, Douglas was suddenly confronted with the site of Heather's naked body. His heart dropped into his stomach. Oh, God. Why am I watching this? He wanted Heather to be happy and enjoy life, but father figures don't normally eavesdrop on their "daughters's" sexual escapades. He somehow couldn't bring himself to look away, though, admiring Heather's young body. It was almost hypnotic, seeing the way her body gently curved, the way her breasts moved......if he were a decade or so younger, he'd be tempted to have her in bed, too. You can't think about her like that, old man. You're old enough to be her grandpa...technically.
Douglas removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes, frustrated at his impulsive voyeurism. This was wrong, and he knew it. Maybe it had been so long since he had a woman, he just needed to be reminded that people still did it. Maybe he just needed to know that Heather was doing things that made her happy; but if that were the case, he would've turned around and left the minute he saw them together. Heather had been through so much in the last year; she deserved joy.
A quiet moan interrupted his thoughts. Douglas looked up to see Heather riding her bed mate slowly. He quickly put his glasses back on without breaking his line of sight. Did they use a condom? She knows to, I guess. Douglas desperately wanted to look away, but it was so sexy seeing her move. Sexy? She's a kid. He continued watching, wondering what Heather was feeling. He wondered what the boy was feeling, too, imagining how tight Heather must be. Imagining her on top of him instead, moving rhythmically....
The boys hand slid up Heather's thigh and stopped at her hip. Douglas moved his hand a few inches along the wall, imagining how soft Heathers skin would be beneath his touch. Imaging how she would feel around him right now, if he could switch places with this lucky young boy. Douglas's thoughts suddenly made him start growing hard. You need to leave....right now. You can't see her this way...
Summoning all his willpower, Douglas turned and gently stepped towards the front door. He clearly heard another moan as he eased the door shut and locked it.
The cool night air helped him regain his composure. He took a deep breath, and walked to the tiny restaurant at the corner. He only ordered a coffee, and gave himself a mental scolding for doing something so foolish. He vowed to stay out of Heather's personal matters from now on. Nothing she was doing with boys her own age....close to her own age.... was any of his business, especially if it was going to have this affect on him. He was just giving Heather a place to stay until she could get on her feet. He needed to accept that she had her own life now. It was so nice having her around, maybe accepting that was going to be hard. But necessary.
After sufficient time, Douglas returned home to a quiet apartment. He turned on the hallway light and gazed into Heather's room. To his surprise, she was strewn out across her bed asleep, and still naked. Maybe he should have a talk with her in the morning about keeping her door closed. He didn't notice the smile that crossed Heather's face as he disappeared into his bedroom and prepared for bed.

The next morning came and went without consequence. Douglas didn't bring anything up about the previous night, and Heather seemed only concerned with breakfast and getting ready for work. She made Douglas promise to be home by 5:00 for dinner, which was unusual for a Saturday night, but he agreed. He didn't have anything else planned, anyhow.
The half shift he had to work that day went by quickly. About lunch time, he realized that he was going to be retiring soon and starting to feel old for once. That thought reminded him of spying on Heather, but he did a good job of keeping the memory subdued for the rest of the day. Finally, at 4:30 he came home with two sacks of groceries in hand. He set them down on the small kitchen island and started putting them away. In another room, it sounded like Heather was already home and on the phone.
Douglas loosened his tie and stacked cans in the pantry. When he turned around, Heather stood on the other side of the room with her arms crossed in mock anger. "You're early!" she said with a giggle. She was wearing her bath robe, and her hair was wet.
Douglas put his hands over his eyes, feigning shock. "Sorry, lovely. I didn't see anything. I swear." Not this time, anyway.....
"I just would've ordered the pizza on the way home if I knew you were going to get here this soon."
Douglas lifted his hands and gave her a flat, fatherly gaze. "Pizza? That's not exactly the healthiest dinner."
Heather stuck out her tongue. "It's the weekend. And it's my treat. I felt like staying in and having a cozy night for once." She reached into a bag and started putting groceries in their proper places. The smell of her freshly washed hair started filling the room. It was almost floral.
Douglas cleared his throat, and avoided letting his eyes drop down to Heather's cleavage. "No, let me worry about this. You need to go get dressed."
Heather shrugged. "I'm fine. This is the most comfortable thing I own...." Realization swept into her voice. "It's not weird having me run around like this, is it?" She looked up at Douglas with an unreadable expression. Her eyes seemed softer than usual.
"What about those purple pajamas I bought for your birthday? I thought they were silky."
"They are. They feel really good against my skin," she paused. "But they make me cold, too. This is warmer."
She wasn't going to budge. "Oh. Ok."
A bit later they were sitting on the couch, talking about their day as they'd done many times before. Heather suddenly scooted closer to Douglas, putting her foot underneath the opposite leg. She let him finish what he was saying, then asked "So, what did you do last night?"
Douglas wouldn't let the memory surface. He swallowed hard. "Oh, not much. You?" Why did you have to ask that?
Heather smiled sweetly. "I didn't do much either, I suppose. I would've rather been with you."
Douglas laughed, relaxing. "Oh, Heather. You need to get out more, then. I'm no fun."
"You're A TON of fun. You like classy music, you have the same taste in cheesy movies that I do, you're funny, and you always have something to teach me."
Douglas nodded to himself. "Yep. I definitely need to get you out more. You're so delusional that you think I'm interesting."
Heather's mood suddenly shifted, though Douglas seemed not to notice. "Get me out more? That sounds like fun. Why don't we go dancing some time?"
Douglas reached up and patted Heather's head as though she were a small child. "You've got to be careful asking an old man out like that. I might get the wrong idea." He laughed slightly again, desperate to steer the conversation towards anything else.
Heather coyly raised an eyebrow and licked her lips. "I'm perfectly comfortable with any ideas you might get, truth be told."
Douglas felt his heart drop into his stomach. Don't panic. She's joking. Just change the subject. "Oh, you're a silly girl, aren't you? Now, what movie did you want to watch?"
Heather shifted her weight and smiled uncomfortably, as though she were getting ready to ask someone something she didn't want to. "I know you saw me last night," She finally stated. The words hung in the air for moment. Heather didn't seem angry, but she didn't seem quite right either.
Somehow, in the back of Douglas's mind, he already knew she'd seen him. What was done was done, though. Douglas exhaled sharply and looked toward the ceiling. "I think-"
A sudden knock at the door interrupted them. Heather hung her head in mock defeat. It was the pizza boy.

The both ate in silence and avoided the other's gaze. The loudest thing in the room was the sipping of beer and cola. Douglas finally decided to finish his thoughts and get the entire matter out of the way.
"I think it's great that you've got a boyfriend, and I'm sorry I came home earlier than I said I would," he paused to take a few gulps of beer. "I know I do that a lot."
Heather swallowed a bite. "You do it all the time, actually, and that's what I was counting on last night."
"I'm sorry....I don't follow you, kiddo."
"I wanted you to see us together. Do you follow that?"
Wait, WHAT!? "N-no, I don't."
Douglas finally looked at Heather, but she kept her focus on her food. "I wanted you to see us together. I wanted you to understand that I'm not a kid anymore." Then she added, "And he's not my boyfriend, by the way."
Douglas's eyes softened. He put his plate down and turned to her. If that was her plan all along, she had a strange way of asserting her maturity. "I don't have to see you having sex to think you're an adult, Heather. I've seen you survive your father's death, and earn your GED, and-"
"-And now you've seen me with a guy, and you know I'm not a kid anymore." Now it was Heather's turn to divert her attention entirely to her current company. Her hand caressed the edge of the robe. "You kept watching, so you obviously liked what you saw....." Heather leaned in closer. "Do you want to see it again?"
Douglas had no idea what to think. His jaw dropped. She couldn't possibly be coming on to him, could she? How absurd. What kind of game was she playing? "What? What kind of question is that?"
In response, Heather quickly climbed into Douglas's lap and pressed her body against him with a moan of pleasure. Once his mind registered what was happening, he put his arms around Heather's back and laid her down on the couch in an effort to stop her. It would've been better if he simply stood up, or even just pushed her away, because Heather's misinterpretation of affirmation soon escalated; she wrapped her legs around Douglas's torso and pressed her lips up into his.
For a split second, time seemed to stand still.
The softness of Heather's delicate lips against his own coupled with the long forgotten sensation of another person's body heat made Douglas forget anything else in the world existed. He completely forgot about her age, about his age, and the fact that this was wrong according to any criteria that one cared to judge it by--and he began kissing Heather back.
His sudden change of attitude and ferocity caught Heather by surprise. She delicately sighed as Douglas's arms tightened around her and his tongue probed past her teeth. She could feel her heart beating like a drum in her chest, fueled by a year's worth of secret desires. If he only knew how many times she'd already fantasized about this--almost daily since she moved in with him. She tried so hard to hide it, to push it out of her mind and look for a boy her own age, but it was never the same.
None of those empty thoughts meant anything now; it was finally happening.
Douglas lifted himself just long enough to pull Heather's robe away, and to his delight, she was already naked underneath it. He kept kissing her while unbuttoning his shirt. Heather helped push it off his shoulders until it was a scrap on the floor, quickly forgotten. The density of chest hair and roughness of his skin made Heather moan again. He felt even better against her naked body than she imagined he would. Heather wasn't playing around with a young boy right now, she was preparing to roll in the hay with a real man. A man who loved her, desired her to be happy, and always knew the right thing to say and do. Besides her father, Douglas was the only real man she had ever met. He wasn't one of the poor excuses for males she'd known; Douglas was, for all intents and purposes, absolutely perfect for her. The only complaint she had was his older age, and at the moment, that was the last thing on her mind.
Heather felt her legs weaken as Douglas ground his clothed erection into her. She didn't think it was possible to want someone insider her so badly. The endorphins and hormones rushing through her system almost made her feel dizzy. She needed this as badly as she needed the air in her lungs.
Douglas's warmth suddenly disappeared as he sat up and began skillfully removing his shoes. Before his socks were off, he finally had an opportunity to think about what he was doing--and he suddenly wasn't comfortable. He stopped, looking forward and catching his breath, as the reality of the situation set in. She didn't really want him, she was just being grateful for everything he's done for her. As badly as he wanted to continue, he knew he couldn't. This wasn't a random woman he met, this was his friend. His young friend who trusted him. He could sense that Heather was getting ready to ask what was wrong. He decided to speak first. "I'm sorry, but we just can't do this. Ok? I shouldn't have let things go this far." He stood and reached for his shirt.
Heather stopped him by putting her arms around his waist. "Why? Nobody has to know..."
"I'll know, Heather. We both know this isn't right. We need to just pretend like this didn't happen. It's what's best for the both of us." He picked up her robe and set it around her shoulders, then headed to the bathroom and closed the door. What was I thinking? He started undressing for a shower. He wished he'd had the foresight to lock the door behind him, because a few moments later, Heather burst into the room and closed the door with her naked body. He simply turned his back to her in frustration, wearing nothing but boxers. "Heather, please leave. This isn't going to happen." His tone came out more stern than he intended.
"Will you just listen to me for a minute?" There was almost pain in her voice. "I'm not a little princess, ok? I don't expect a man like you to fall in love with me or anything like that. I know better." Her eyes trailed down his bare back, which was fairly toned for a man who didn't work out anymore. He must've broken a lot of hearts in his day. The crisp coldness of the door against her skin was the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor in weak desperation--she honestly felt like she would die here and now if this didn't move forward. "I know you want me. I've seen the way you look at me sometimes."
Douglas clenched his eyes shut at the shame of realizing she was right.. Having his tongue down her throat was a far cry from just looking. "Do you want me to admit that I've thought about it? Fine. I have....But that doesn't mean I ever would've acted on it."
"Tonight you did, though." Gaining new strength, she took a single stride away from the door and stopped an achingly short few feet from Douglas's almost nude form. She wanted to be up against him again so badly that it hurt.
"That just shouldn't have happened. Ok?" He knew if he turned around and saw her milky, freckled skin he wouldn't be able to control his actions. He had to keep his wits about him and convince her to leave so he could close the door and forget all about this. "You're a very attractive girl, and I'm a weak old man. We're both a little lonely right now, and we almost made a mistake. It doesn't have to be any more complicated than that. We can just forget about this. It's that simple."
Heather stared at the back of his head, wanting to tangle her fingers in his graying hair. She took another gentle step forward, almost brushing against him. She had nothing to lose at this point, so she tried again. "I've touched myself while thinking of you. And not just once....Have you ever done the same?" She let her breath sweep over his back when she spoke, enjoying the goose bumps she caused to raise on his skin. She wasn't playing some mind game with him, he was sure of that now. She really wanted to fuck him, but he didn't fully understand why.
"No." He answered flatly. Get her to leave! You can't let this go any further.
Unable to resist any longer, Heather pushed her short body against Douglas's backside. She sighed at the sensation, but Douglas had had enough of this for one night. In a single motion, he picked Heather up completely and sat her on the counter, holding her at arm's length. The sudden anger on his face made Heather a bit nervous.
"Listen to me, little girl," he snapped. "I said this isn't going to happen, and I mean it. You need to get out of this room, now. Do you understand?" The sight of Heather's naked back and ass in the mirror only distracted him for a second. If he were a lesser man, Heather's body would be squirming beneath him on the couch right now. He wouldn't have to care about hurting her, about enamoring her to him even more completely than she apparently already had been this whole time. In the dark recesses of his mind, he wondered what pleasures he'd been denying himself all these years by not being a lesser man. But right now he couldn't think like that-he cared about Heather. He couldn't bare to hurt her any way, and this situation only had one possible outcome.
Heather knew he was being serious. Once he made up his mind about something, there was no way to change it. She calmly continued in an effort not to aggravate him further. "Just this once, and I'll leave you alone. I just want you this once. Nobody will ever know but us." Somehow, she knew it wasn't going to work. Before she knew what was happening, Douglas had her scooped up and was carrying her down the hall to her room like a limp rag doll. She wanted to laugh at the odd sight but only smiled warmly. She knew this was over. Douglas had given her an odd sort of Elektra complex that was going to take years to overcome.
He laid her down on her bed and clutched her close to him, unable to really process all the information he'd just been force fed. He warmly ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. "You know I can't do this, right?"
She inhaled into his chest deeply. She was defeated. "Yes," she breathed.
They stayed there holding each other, unable to do much but breathe for fear of starting things up again.
Douglas wondered if Heather knew what she meant to him-if she knew that there was a part of him that wanted to be with her, if only to be sure that she wasn't with some other boy who wouldn't really appreciate her. Wouldn't that be better, really? For her to cum every night in the arms of someone who genuinely cared about her, even if he was just a lonely old man? No. He was just fooling himself. The two of them had no real future together, other than in a father and daughter capacity. She needed to eventually find a good boy her own age that she could marry and grow old with.
Maybe they could still have a little fun together while she was waiting for that boy to come along....
Pushing the selfish thoughts out of his mind, he sat up. Without really thinking, he let himself lean down and give Heather a last passionate good bye kiss. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but her baby soft skin and hunger for him made it difficult to break away. Her eyes blissfully glazed over as he crossed the room to her door. He leaned on the frame gently, looking at her. "I'm going to go take a shower now, and we're going to pretend like this didn't happen. Everything's going to go back to normal. Is that ok with you?"
She nodded lightly, her middle soaking wet and her nipples erect. He pretended not to notice the blush across her chest and the lust still in her eyes. He figured she'd get over him with another random boy she'd meet somewhere. Turning, he headed to the bathroom once again. This time, he locked the door.
He hadn't had any idea before today that Heather felt this way about him. He couldn't help but feel flattered, too. It had been far too long since anyone wanted him at all; much less this strongly. The only reason she wanted him must be because of everything they've been through together. She had to deal with much more in life than the usual girls her age, and Douglas had been there for her during most of it. Yes, that must be it. She'll be over it soon. Won't she?
Stepping into the water stream, Douglas hoped his actions tonight hadn't opened a flood gate--he kept convincing himself that this was just a youthful mistake, and she didn't really care for him romantically as badly as she was letting on. He was suddenly proud of himself for resisting her; her beautiful eyes, her perfectly smooth skin, her tiny frame, her perky breasts. Being up against her had felt so wonderful, he wondered once again what it would be like inside her...thrusting into her deeply, and making her feel things that she would fantasize about for years to come....
He couldn't keep himself under control any longer. A few moments later, although he hated himself for it, he thought of making love to Heather as he released his orgasm down the drain.
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