* The following story contains adult situations, sexual references

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Regular Disclaimer: I thank Random House, Julie Campbell, and all of the various Kathryn Kenny’s for the creation and fruition of the characters that I am so shamelessly using for my own, and hopefully others’, enjoyment. Alas, I am not receiving any monetary benefit from this story, but contentment at seeing these wonderful characters continue to grow and breathe as they were intended. Random House stopped making their stories of Trixie and the Bobwhites, so it is left to their crazy and lovable fans to allow them to live on here. My thanks to this fan fiction site and all the wonderful people at the TBMB!

 

All in One Night

by Sydni (emuntalee)

 

"You should get some rest, Ms. Belden," said the officer as he pulled up to the entrance of her dorm building. "I also suggest that you call a friend to be with you. You shouldn’t be alone after what happened."

"Thank you, Officer," Trixie replied hollowly, as she automatically unbuckled her seat belt and started to move to exit the police car. She stopped when she heard her name being said and looked back at the officer.

"Ms. Belden," he repeated, "you are very lucky that more did not happen tonight. If it were not for your quick actions, we might not have caught the guy who assaulted you. I know that isn’t much consolation after what you’ve been through."

Trixie just gazed at the officer in silence.

"In the future, please don’t walk across campus by yourself so late at night. As you saw, it isn’t as safe here as we like to believe."

Trixie gave the officer a wan smile. "I know that now, officer…thank you for giving me a ride home."

"Take care of yourself, Ms. Belden, we’ll be in touch."

Trixie got out of the car, waved sadly to the officer before closing the door behind her, then watched the cop car pull slowly away from the curb and drive off. She suddenly shivered as a chill from the late fall temperatures permeated her consciousness and she sighed heavily. Zombie-like she moved to the door, used her key and entered her dorm building.

Once within her dorm room, she flicked on the overhead light and dropped her jacket on her bed with a heavy heart. She gloomily looked around the empty room and wished that Honey could have been there. She had been wishing that all night as she was first assaulted, had no one to meet her at the campus security office that she had blindly ran to, when there was no one to sit beside her at the hospital or when she was answering questions for the policemen.

"Oh, Honey, why couldn’t you be here tonight? I wouldn’t have had to walk across campus by myself from the library…. and probably this night would never have happened!" Trixie muttered to herself. Her eye caught sight of a large poster of Barcelona, Spain on the wall and she was reminded of exactly where her best friend was at that moment. Honey had thought it would be important to know Spanish in their business and detecting someday and her second major had taken her across the world for a 2-week trip with her Latin-American Culture class. She wouldn’t be back until next Sunday.

With a numb heart, Trixie sat heavily down on her bed, ending up sitting right on top of the jacket she had formerly dropped there. Automatically, she started to disrobe. She removed her shoes and then her socks and let them fall where they may on the floor. She then removed her sweatshirt and, grimacing in pain, she looked up and gasped at the sight of her badly bruised upper body in the wall mirror across from her.

Suddenly, the reality of all that had happened that night hit Trixie and she started to shake uncontrollably. Soon, tears were cascading down her cheeks silently and Trixie was lost to her memories, lightly rocking herself back and forth, arms crossed tightly across her body in a tight, protective hug.

Trixie was lost in her misery for many minutes and her feelings of isolation and solitude kept building until she felt she would scream! She was warring inside her…to call someone and appear weak, or just fight through this night alone. With a shuddering in-drawn breath, she reached over for the cordless phone and automatically hit speed-dial number two. She held her breath as the phone rang once, then again with no answer. Then, finally…

"H-wo," mumbled a very masculine voice. Jim cleared his throat and sat up slightly in bed, glancing at the clock quickly. "Hello?" he repeated much more clearly this time.

"Jim?…" came a very small feminine voice that he almost didn’t recognize.

"Trixie? Trixie, is that you?!" he demanded in alarm at hearing the strange emotion in her voice.

He heard her shuddering breath over the distance. "Jim…Jim, could you…?"

"Trixie, what is it? What’s wrong?" Jim was now sitting at the side of his bed, completely alert and ready for action.

"S-Something happened tonight."

"What happened, Trixie? Are you OK?" he demanded to know.

"Puh, Please… Not over the phone." Trixie took a deep breath before continuing. "Jim, I-I don’t want to be alone. Would you please come over…and just… stay with me?"

Jim could tell how much it had taken for her to ask him that. "Of course, Trixie, I’ll be there as soon as I can." He was already moving to grab a pair of jeans nearby and shoving into them as he was speaking. "Are you sure you’re OK?"

"I am…now." Her voice cracked on the last word and Jim’s heart seemed to crack at the sound. "Just hurry. Please."

"I will, Trixie. I’ll be there as soon as I can." With that, he hung up.

* * * * *

Jim was interning some forty-five minutes away from where Trixie attended university in the City. His heart and mind raced the whole, endless drive to her door. He could hardly imagine what had happened to put that scared tone in the voice of the girl he cared so deeply about, what made her to be a shell of the spirited and feisty woman that he adored and admired.

Parking his car in an open space on a side street, he ran from his car to her dorm. He used the extra key that Honey had given him in case of an emergency to enter the locked dorm building at almost 2:30 in the morning. Once inside, he ran up the stairs, skipping three and four steps in between each stride in his haste to be at Trixie’s door. Finally, he was in front of dorm room 319 and he wrapped lightly against the door.

"Trixie," he called quietly through the door, "honey, it’s me…I’m going to come in, OK?" He used his other duplicate key to enter the room but he stopped in his place at the sight before him. Trixie was still sitting on her bed in the same position, the phone still held in her right hand, as she stared vacantly in front of her.

Jim closed the door and fell to his knees in front of her. "Trixie! Honey, what happened to you? What’s wrong?" he demanded, his hands on her knees shaking her gently to get her to respond to him.

Trixie just blinked blankly at him for a second. Then, with a long shuddering in-drawn breath, she seemed to gather herself slightly.

"God, Jim…it was SO awful!" she said in a tiny voice, not looking at him. Jim’s heart was breaking at seeing her so shattered by only-God-knew-what!

"Trixie, baby…what happened? Please, tell me!"

Trixie’s eyes moved up to his face. "He-He…" She started but just couldn’t seem to continue with such a heinous story.

"Did somebody hurt you, Trixie? Did some man hurt you?!"

Trixie nodded numbly at this. The words just wouldn’t come.

Suddenly, Jim realized that Trixie was sitting there in pants and a bra and that her upper body was badly bruised. Anger and terror filled him simultaneously as he took the phone out of her hand and put it on the bedside table. He then quickly removed his jacket and placed it around her, drawing the dwarfing lapels over her front to cover and warm her. His hands lightly rubbed her shoulders in a hapless attempt to comfort her.

"God, Baby…who did this to you? What did he DO to cause those bruises all over your skin?" He lifted her face slightly to look him in the eye with one hand, the other still lightly comforting her shoulder.

Trixie looked into his concerned and gentle eyes for a second, blinked a few times, and gulped harshly before she began.

"I…I was studying late at the library," her voice was devoid of emotion as she explained. " It was after midnight when I finally packed up my books and left the library. The moon was full and provided plenty of light, so I thought I would be safe. But…but I was wrong. I was very wrong!"

Jim waited with baited breath for her to continue. "I was only a few buildings away from my dorm, when I felt like I was being followed. I starting walking faster and I could hear that there definitely was someone following me. As I walked even faster, their steps became faster. When I started to run, I heard someone charging at me from behind!"

With eyes wide with fear and memory, she looked deeply into Jim’s eyes and pleaded for understanding. "I tried to get away from him, I did! But he was too fast, and… next thing I knew, I was being tackled from behind and pinned to the ground!" He voice shuddered in laboring breaths. Jim placed his arms loosely around her and held her, part of him dying in the moments that he had to wait for her to continue.

"My face was against the grass and I couldn’t see who he was... He moved off of me and grabbed my arms. Drug me into the bushes. I struggled and fought him, but I couldn’t get away! He flipped me over and tried to tear my clothes off. He was grabbing at my jeans and feeling me UP!" Her voice broke at this. "I could feel his breath hot against my face as I struggled to get away from him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t!"

"God, Trixie!" Jim said under his breath. "Trixie, did he…did he hurt you?" He couldn’t bring himself to say the word that he really was asking.

Trixie lightly shook her head and looked at Jim blankly. "No. No... He—he didn’t. I finally got some space between us. I, I kneed him in the groin and when he moved away from me to cover himself, I elbowed him in the nose! He-he tried to grab at me again, but I rolled away from him fast enough. I jumped up and started running. Just running. I don’t know where. Just anywhere to get away from him. I don’t know if he followed me or not. I just kept running."

"Oh, baby, I’m so sorry…"Jim felt his words were totally inadequate as he tried to hold her closer in his arms. He wanted to hold her to him and never let her go!

Trixie laid her head on his shoulder and just allowed herself to feel safe in his long and strong arms. This was the man she trusted more than any other in this world, was the man she loved with all of her being. She wanted to stay in his arms and never think of this night again.

After a while, Jim pulled back from her slightly and asked, "Trixie, did you go to the cops?"

She sighed heavily at having to think of the awful events again. "Yes, Jim. Eventually, I made my way to campus security. They called the police who took me to the hospital where I was checked over and questioned. The one good thing that came from this night is that the man was captured and won’t be seeing daylight for many years if the police are right. I was able to describe the man’s appearance well enough and they got him while I was still in the hospital. He has a rap sheet about a mile long, they told me!"

Jim held her tightly at the knowledge that the man was apprehended and safely away from harming Trixie or another woman again. "Thank GOD you are OK, Trixie! I don’t know what I would do if he had hurt you worse! I could kill him for hurting you as he did! I can’t wait to look that bastard in the face and tell him what I think of him!" His fiery temper and protective instincts of the woman he had loved for so long flared to the surface.

"Please, Jim…can we not talk about it anymore?" Trixie asked in a detached and tired voice. "I don’t want to think about it any more! I don’t want to remember!"

Jim felt like a clod for making her feel worse. "Of course, Trixie, you’ve had enough for one night. I’m sorry!"

Trixie laid with her body heavily against his for a few minutes and then she said quietly," I’m so tired, Jim!"

Jim pulled away from her slightly. "Of course you are, Trixie. You need to rest. Your mind and your body are exhausted." Trixie silently nodded her agreement with him against his shoulder.

Jim gently moved her away from him and looked at her lovingly. "You should go to sleep, Trixie. I should leave."

"No, Jim," Trixie almost screamed in fear, "don’t go! Please don’t leave me alone!"

Jim looked at her fear-filled eyes and then surveyed the small dorm room. "I guess I could sleep in Honey’s bed…"

"No, Jim…Please," she began haltingly, "would you, would you please hold me?" She looked at him with doubt and need in her eyes. "Would you sleep …with me?"

Jim wasn’t sure what to do as his heart pounded. He knew that he wanted to hold onto her and never let her go, but he was also afraid of what might happen if he were to lie in that small bed with her. Would he be able to hold his more masculine needs and desires at bay for her comfort? So many thoughts and feelings warred within him.

Trixie could see the fight in his eyes and she pleaded more urgently, "Please, Jim, I don’t want to be alone tonight! I just want to feel safe and protected. You make me feel that way."

That did it for Jim. He knew what he had to do.

"Lie down, Trixie," he said lightly. She looked at him questionably, but followed his directive. He gently removed her jacket from under her legs and tossed it onto Honey’s bed nearby. He then located the covers at the end of the bed, pulled them up as he softly placed her legs under the blankets.

"Scoot over, Trixie." She looked up at him with first surprise, then hope, and finally gratitude and did as he asked. He kicked off his shoes and socks and then climbed under the covers with her. In one movement, he had her wrapped up tightly in his arms, the only discomfort was his jacket that was still loosely around her body and clumped up in odd places, keeping them from a totally close union. Trixie shifted slightly in his embrace and then settled her body against him. Her head was tucked gently under his chin and against his shoulder, her breasts were softly cushioned against his hard, wide frame, and their legs were loosely against each other.

Jim felt her breathe against his skin, in and out. He first thought the moistness that he felt on his throat was from her breath, but when he heard a light hiccup, he realized that Trixie was crying. Her body suddenly racked with a fierce sob and Jim tightened his hold of her body against him.

"Go ahead, Trixie…let it out!" His eyes filled with tears of his own. "You’re safe. I’m here now."

Trixie’s tears flowed on endlessly.

* * * * *

Jim lightly caressed Trixie’s back and shoulders and kissed at her forehead and head as her sobs dissipated.

"It was so awful," Trixie muttered to herself. "I can still feel his breath on me, his hands pawing all over me!"

Jim wasn’t sure if he should be holding her or comforting her, if he was making her feel worse or better? He started to loosen his grip on her and give her some space.

"Please, Jim, don’t let me go! Don’t ever let me go!" Trixie cried and grabbed blindly at his body to keep his protecting arms around her.

Jim wrapped her again tightly against his frame and enveloped her in the security and bulk of his body. "I’m sorry, Trixie. I don’t know what to do to make you feel better…" Jim felt absolutely helpless.

"I just want to forget it all, Jim… I don’t want to remember his hands, his body!"

Jim’s own skin crawled at the thought of another man touching the girl he loved and his heart ached to help her. "Tell me what I can do, Trixie. How can I help you forget?"

Trixie lay there in his arms for a moment before she replied softly. "Jim, would you do something for me?"

"Trixie, you know I would do anything for you. Anything!"

She pulled away slightly and looked him in the eyes. With fear and uncertainty in her voice, she asked him, "Jim, would you make love to me?"

This shocked Jim to his core. His grasp on her loosened and his heart thundered at her question. "What?! Trixie, this can’t be what you want after what happened tonight!"

Trixie looked him deep in the eyes and stated, "Jim, I was almost raped tonight. A man almost forcefully took my virginity away…I don’t want that to be my memory of tonight!" She was scared but determined to have her say, to convince him of what she wanted.

"Jim, I know we haven’t said what we need to say to each other. I know that we’ve danced around each other most of our lives without saying what really needed to be said. But, I’m tired of dancing and I want this night to be a positive memory for me." She caressed the side of his face with her hand.

"Jim, I love you. I have loved you since that first day we met. Originally, I loved you as a young girl with her first crush, but then as I grew to know you for the wonderful and honorable man that you are, I loved you as only a woman can love a man."

Jim’s heart soared at hearing her saying these words to him, the words that he had dreamed for so many years. But, he didn’t want to do the wrong thing here, either, something that she might regret later.

"Trixie, I love you, too; you know I love you! But I’m afraid that you are just acting emotionally after what happened to you."

"Always honorable Jim…" A small, sad smile covered Trixie’s lips. "Jim, I know what I’m saying, I know what I want! I want you to really make me your girl. I want this night to be filled with the memory of our professing our love to each other and of our making love with each other!"

Jim shifted his lower body uncomfortably as his erection strained against his jeans. So many things warred within him. "You won’t regret this, Trixie?"

She smiled happily at him, knowing that she was finally going to get her wish. "No, Jim, I’ve wanted this for so long, it’s like a dream coming true!"

His decision was made but he didn’t want to do anything wrong.

He wanted to make the experience everything that his love deserved. "Trixie, may I kiss you?"

Her smile filled her face and he cheered inside to see the dull look in her eyes be replaced by some of their usual sparkles. "I thought you would never ask me!"

With a deep breath of courage and strength to do things right by Trixie, Jim moved closer to Trixie. He first placed kisses on her forehead, then her cheeks, down to her nose and chin and then, finally, his lips were softly pressed against her own. Trixie breathed out happily and leaned into his kiss.

They continued to kiss and nuzzle at each other for a minute or two. Soon, their hands were moving restlessly against each other and Jim was caressing her back under his loose jacket while Trixie was rubbing her hands across his chest and stomach.

With lips and tongues locked in increasing passion, they both began to move against the other, murmuring their passion and enjoyment deep in their throats. Jim finally pulled away slightly from Trixie and gave her a deep look in her somewhat dazed eyes. She understood his question and nodded affirmatively. Jim moved to gently remove his jacket from around her body and tossed it to the floor.

Trixie shivered slightly in the sudden chill, but also in the expectation of what was to come next. Jim lovingly laid her on her back and leaned over her body, his eyes taking in her upper body, her bruised but otherwise creamy, soft skin, and her breasts encased in their sexy satin coverage.

Jim’s thumb rubbed over a particularly dark and large bruise below her right shoulder. He looked in her eyes deeply. "I would do anything to take these bruises away, to keep you from ever being hurt again Trixie."

Trixie smiled softly at him. "I know, Jim, I know." Her breath hissed in as he leaned down and his lips lightly covered that nasty bruise in a very sweet caress.

"I guess the only thing that I can do is kiss all of your boo-boos away," he said with both humor and desire. He moved to do exactly that.

Jim’s heart was racing as he was finally going to see parts of Trixie that he had only dreamed about. His body was urging him to go quickly and meet its end but he knew that he needed to love Trixie as she deserved to be loved. This was both of their first times and they would never get another chance to do it right.

Jim helped Trixie sit up then reached behind her, and after a moment’s struggle, unhooked her bra and then gently brought the straps over and down her arms. Her bra joined his jacket on the floor and Jim just stared wordlessly at her naked torso for a second.

"You are so beautiful, Trixie!" he stated passionately and honestly, "I don’t know why you never thought of yourself like this, but you have to believe that you are! You’re face, you’re spirit, and now I can say, you’re body, they are all so beautiful!" With that he bent down and kissed her long and lovingly.

Eventually, they came up for air and Trixie looked at him with laughter and love in her eyes. Jim took in her appearance and groaned again. Her naked torso gleamed lightly from his kisses and the sweat from their combined heat and ardor. Her soft, flaxen curls tumbled around her lovely face and her breasts, pouting, waited for his caresses.

"I have never seen you more beautiful, Trixie!" he said passionately.

Trixie laughed at that. "Perhaps I should always walk around like this then?" she teased.

Jim laughed with her, too. "No, only for me. Please. I don’t intend to share you with anyone else."

"Oh, is that how it’s going to be?" Trixie asked with a raised eyebrow and a big smirk.

"Most definitely," he stated then saw Trixie’s face suddenly become very serious. "What?"

Trixie’s eyes begged for his help and understanding. "It’s so powerful, Jim. It feels so wonderful, it scares me!"

"Just feel it, baby…this is new for both of us. We will go there together, OK?"

She smiled adoringly and bravely back at him and lightly kissed his nose. "OK. I’ll follow you anywhere."

His smile somehow became larger. "Ready for the next step?" Ever honorable, he asked her permission to proceed.

"Please." Her response was both an agreement and a request.

* * * * *

He cupped her chin in his hand and suddenly very serious said, "I love you, Trixie Belden, you know that, right?"

She smiled tremulously at him. "Yes, Jim, I’ve waited forever to hear those words although I’ve always suspected their truth."

Slight sadness came over Jim as he realized their lost opportunities. "I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was just afraid to lose you and I couldn’t handle losing another person I loved so completely!"

"I understand, Jim," she said, and she did.

"Trix, I don’t take what we’re about to do in a light manner. You know that, don’t you?"

"Yes, Jim, I do." She ran her hands up and down his chest and feminine pride soared within her at his quick in-drawn breath. "I don’t either."

"There’s no turning back now, Trixie," he murmured against her lips.

 

(Quite a bit later…)

Jim raised himself above her body with his strong arms and noted the tears running down Trixie’s flushed and sweaty face.

"Baby, did I hurt you?" His heart ached at the possibility.

Trixie took a second to catch her breath and then smiled brilliantly at him through her tears. Caressing his face adoringly, she said, "No, Jim, you didn’t hurt me. I don’t think you ever could!"

"Then what is it, baby?"

"It was just so…intense and beautiful. Incredible!" She leaned up and kissed his lips sweetly. "Thank you, Jim. That was the best gift you could have ever given me. I’ve waited so long to be yours and now I am!"

Jim caressed her face with his hand and kissed her again. "You realize something, Trixie, don’t you?"

"What’s that, Jim?"

"You really are mine now." He smiled happily into her eyes and his lips quirked in humor. "Not to say that I put credence in the totally chauvinistic belief that once I make love with you and take your virginity that you are solely my woman… I’m just stating, for a fact, that now that we have been honest with each other, and have consummated the love that we feel so completely and passionately for each other, that I don’t want to go back to all those years when I wasn’t with you."

He hugged her tightly against him as if he wasn't going to let her go, then moved so that his eyes were directly boring into hers. "Trixie, I won’t live in a time where I can’t touch you, when I can’t tell you how much I love you!"

Trixie’s eyes began to fill with happy tears again. "Oh, Jim, I don’t want to go back to all those miserable years either! I am so glad that you are my man, that you are my lover. And I thank God that you are my best friend, too." She kissed him again then pulled him down to cuddle his head against her breasts.

They lay like that for a few minutes in companionable silence, their bodies still humming from their lovemaking and their hearts slowing to a regular beat. Eventually, Jim moved to cradle Trixie lovingly against his side.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, running his hands along her naked back in a loving and comforting move.

Trixie looked him in the eye and gave him a wan smile. "I just can’t believe that this all happened in one night! I mean, my night originally ended in one of the most horrifying and violating times of my whole life, but then it actually ends with hearing you tell me you love me and then you making love to me in the most astounding and sole-wrenching way!"

Jim smiled softly at her description at their coupling and his effect on her, but his heart still ached when he thought of what she had endured previously in the evening. "Trixie, I know I can’t take away your memories of what happened in the first part of the night. But I pray that over time your memories of that horrible event will dull and disappear as the memory of our coming together, finally, will grow and supersede that time in your mind."

Trixie cuddled more into his body and she kissed his chest. "I’m sure it will, Jim, for I know how I will always remember tonight."

Jim gloried at the feeling of holding her naked body so tightly against his. "How’s that, Trix?"

"As the night I took your virginity!" she said in her usual sassy and joking demeanor.

"HEY!" Jim protested and rolled her beneath him, agreeing with her but also tickling her mercilessly. He finally let her free of his tickling fingers when he laid his weight fully upon hers and started to kiss her with all of the love in his heart. Trixie returned his kiss joyously and the night was soon filled with the renewed sounds of one woman making love to the man of her dreams, her soul mate, again.

The End

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