A/N: All the dialogue in Part I (except what's italicized) is courtesy of Guza and Co. It's a scene rewrite of Jason helping Carly get ready to marry Jax. fyi..it's also rated M..and there's one more part after this one.
Part I
This was a bad idea. He hated Jax. He didn't want Carly marrying him. He shouldn't be here helping Carly get ready to marry Jax, when getting her in the dress was the last thing on his mind. "I can't," Jason said, struggling with the zipper of Carly's dress. He just needed to get through the next five minutes and then the ceremony, then it would be over. "I can't."
"I obviously can't, so you have to," Carly said.
Jason sighed.
"Jason - "
"Okay, okay, hold on," Jason said. It was an easy enough task, zipping her dress and buttoning the small buttons. But he was having trouble focusing with her standing so close to him. He was distracted by the scent of her perfume. He remembered how the scent lingered in the room. His skin. His sheets. "I'm trying to get this thing." His fingertips lingered on her skin longer than necessary, but Carly hadn't told him to stop. The problem wasn't buttoning this dress, the problem was that he didn't want to. He wanted her out of this dress, not in it.
Carly let her dress fall from her body and she smiled as he watched her. She was dressed only in white lace. Carly ran her hands down her corset and stopped when she reached her waist. She slipped off the scrap of lace that passed for panties and tossed them behind her. "We won't be needing these." Her fingers toyed with the lace edge of her thigh high stockings and she started to kick off her heels, but Jason shook his head no so she kept them on. She walked towards the bed and sat down next to him, being careful not to touch him. She pushed him back on the bed and winked as she reached out for him.
He groaned her name the moment she touched him. She stroked him, making him even harder. "Now," Jason said.
"You ready for me?" Carly asked, kneeling over him. She readied him at her opening and sank on his length, moaning his name as her flesh met his. Jason's hands immediately moved to her hips but she slapped them away. "Let me do the work."
It took all his willpower to not touch her, to lay there and do nothing when she was this close to him. Carly slowly rotated her hips and the rough lace edges of her thigh highs scratched his thighs. "Faster." Carly shook her head and slid over him in agonizingly slow strokes.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," Carly whispered as she rode him. Jason's hands moved to her hips again and this time she didn't slap them away. She started moving faster and faster, her breasts straining against the lace..
Jason tried pulling her closer to free her from her corset but Carly shook her head and pushed his hands away again. He laid back in bed, content to let Carly do with him whatever she pleased. It was her show.
Jason finally got the zipper free of her dress and zipped it, "Okay," Jason said.
"Thank you Oh, there is so much to do. Can you open that top drawer for me, please?" Carly asked and turned back to the mirror, fixing her makeup.
Jason watched her for a moment then turned away. "Oh -top drawer? What's - what's in there? Oh no, it's all underwear." He was dying to know what Carly was wearing underneath her dress. Was she wearing something sensible? Or something sexy? Definitely something sexy. Silk? White lace? Or nothing at all?
"I know, but I need my garter and it's in there, so you have to pick one out for me," Carly said.
"I know, but you can find your own garter. Can't you just pick your own garter out?" Jason asked.
"I have to touch up my makeup, so you have to find the garter, please?" Carly asked.
Jason sighed and started rifling through the drawer. She teased and flirted with him, not enough to make him ask her to stop and make her feel rejected. But just enough to remind him what he was missing, what he could have if he said the word. Carly only flirted this much when it was just the two of them. His girlfriends hated it and it made her boyfriends jealous, so she didn't do it in public, but she still did it. Nothing could stop her from being over possessive of him and as much as he protested he liked it. It gave him a thrill knowing that she still considered him hers after all this time, after countless spouses and partners between the two of him. Jason shook his head and picked out a garter, stretching it out a few times.
"Okay, I think that's enough." Carly propped her leg up on a footstool and lifted up her dress. "All right, okay. Come over here," Carly said.
"For what?" Jason asked, losing his train of thought as he stared at Carly's bare leg. He was wrong, he thought she'd be wearing stockings.
"You have to put it on for me," Carly said.
"You - you're kidding me, right?" Jason asked. She was going to kill him. First, she'd started to dress with him in the room, her reasoning was that he'd seen it all before, so why be modest? He turned his back, not because he didn't want to watch - because he did. He wasn't sure he'd be able sit by and do nothing while she undressed. He was sure it broke some etiquette rule to sleep with the bride on her wedding day if you weren't the groom. Then she asked him to rifle through her underwear drawer. Now she wanted him to put the garter on? This was turning into the longest five minutes of his life.
"Jason, you're my best person," Carly said.
"Okay, what - "
"Take off the shoe and just slip it up my leg," Carly said.
"Shoe - " She always wanted him to do things for her, things she could do herself but that she wanted him to do for her. He didn't mind, it gave him an excuse to touch her.
"That's right," Carly said.
"Right here?" Jason took his time sliding the garter up her leg. He let his fingers trail a path he wanted his mouth to take. Jason turned his head away when he caught a flash of skin. Carly wasn't wearing anything underneath her wedding dress. She was going to kill him. The only thing he could think of was getting her out of that dress and on the bed. Maybe she could keep the dress. "Okay, that's it, right there," Jason said.
Carly laughed when Jason turned away.
Jason dropped to his knees, Carly's wedding dress was pushed up to her waist as she laid back on the bed. Jason gently touched her thighs and she spread them wider. He licked his lips in anticipation and slid his fingers along her slick folds.
"Jase "
He looked up at her, she was holding her wedding dress and he could see the desire in her eyes. He slid his hands underneath her ass and pulled Carly closer to the edge of the bed, drawing her leg over his shoulder. He pressed kisses along her inner thighs as he moved closer to her moist center. He leaned forward and the moment his tongue met her flesh he groaned, wondering what had taken him so long to give in. Carly moaned and raised her hips to meet his mouth each time his tongue flicked out to taste her. He felt her dress hit his face and he pushed it out of the way, and Carly moved a hand to his hair, pulling him closer.
"You just pull it up," Jason said.
"You are really are my best friend, you know that?" Carly asked.
"You're mine, too. Can we go now?" Jason asked. If he didn't get out of here soon, he was going to get Carly out of that dress one way or the other.
"How do I look?" Carly asked.
"You look beautiful," Jason said. Drop dead gorgeous was the phrase that came to mind. Carly looked amazing, she literally took his breath away.
"I can do this. You know, I'm going to do this, and we're going to make it on time," Carly said. She smiled. "Well - unless you want to elope with me instead?"
