AN: I found this in my computer that I think I wrote last year or the year before and decided to finish it. So I hope you enjoy and as always please review. Disclaimer: I own nothing and this is for purely fun purposes.
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law is an expression meaning that ownership is easier to maintain if one has possession of something, and much more difficult to enforce if one does not."
Possession
Lyrics
By Sarah Mclachlan
Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide
would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?
and I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
and after, I'd wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
Through this world I've stumbled
so many times betrayed
trying to find an honest word to find
the truth enslaved
oh you speak to me in riddles
and you speak to me in rhymes
my body aches to breathe your breath
your words keep me alive
And I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
and after, I'd wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
Into this night I wander
it's morning that I dread
another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread
oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
nothing stands between us here
and I won't be denied
and I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
and after, I'd wipe away the tears
just close your eyes...
Grabbing the idiot that had the audacity to touch what he considered to be his, John slammed him into the wall with a forearm to his throat cutting off his oxygen. In the back of his mind or maybe it was somewhere to his right, he hears a voice that cuts through the feral possessive rage that has clouded his brain, a voice telling him to be reasonable about the situation.
"John let him go! Are you insane? You're killing him John, please stop!"
She's tugging on the arm that's at Ian's throat trying to get John to release him but she knows that's its futile because until the possessive ass decides he's ready to let go there was nothing she could do. Shit! She thinks it's all her fault if John kills him and she can tell she'd better do something soon because Ian was turning blue really fast. She doesn't know why she even started anything with Ian, because she knew how John would react if she were being completely honest with herself.
John finally hears and comprehends through the rage that has enveloped him. That foggy haze starts evaporating, leaving him staring down menacingly into the frightened face of Ian who came…this…close to being known as someone without a pulse. Leaning close he whispers in Ian's ear with his forearm still at the idiot's throat and says in the most menacing voice ever heard.
"If you ever come around again you die painfully. If you think of coming back around here after tonight you die painfully. Basically coming around equals your death in the most painful way imaginable and I have a damned vivid imagination. And when and if you see this woman, know this…she…belongs…to…me! And Ian I've never been known to share…ever. Quite the character flaw I know. So nod your head if you understand." He waits for him to nod his head, ignoring Joss and her foot tapping as she waits with arms crossed, pissed at him but he'll deal with her in a minute as soon as he has this idiot straightened out. Ian's neck almost looks like it's getting whiplash the man is nodding so hard.
"See, that wasn't so difficult was it? And I guess looks really can be deceiving because you're not quite as dumb as you look after all."
Releasing Ian he steps back jerks his head towards the door and Ian doesn't even bother saying goodbye to Joss he scrambles out the door like roaches trying to escape after you turn on the lights. Let's just hope he's not as hard to get rid of like cockroaches are because then he'd have to stomp…on…his…ass quite literally. Turning to a very pissed off Detective, he shakes his head at her which he knows will set her off even more but he's still too pissed to care.
And besides, he could pinpoint the exact moment everything changed between them when he'd 'accidently' seen her in all her naked glory after her morning shower, while waiting in her apartment without being invited. Of course Freud was quoted as saying 'that there are no accidents' but John doesn't pay too much attention to quotes like those because if he did then that would mean he wanted to see Carter naked and well, who wouldn't. He was after all, an attractive hot blooded man despite what anyone thought and she was indeed a beautifully attractive woman. All he could think at that moment was that he was damned lucky to be so 'accident' prone as he took in all that her clothes usually hid. She had caramel colored flawless skin, a nice round… firm ass, and breasts high and perky making his mouth water just thinking of what they would taste like. Berries probably he thought, sweet, juicy, tender blackberries. And he loved blackberries!
He had been eyeing her so intently he missed her squeal of surprise and jerking his eyes up he looked into her shocked face. "John, why the hell are you in my apartment tonight?" She screamed as she picked up the towel, covering up as she slid the door closed, leaning against it as her heart beat fast trying to calm her nerves, all the while getting upset at herself for not being as upset with him as she should be. The look in his eyes as he'd ogled her had her heart beating, nipples hardening, and between her legs…tingling. Taking a deep breath she knew that she had to put this behind them and squash whatever she was feeling for him aside because they worked together and that was a no…no. At least that's what she'd tried to tell herself but even she's having a hard time believing it.
Of course after she'd put on clothes she proceeded to scold him about breaking and entering her apartment instead of knocking like a normal person. He, of course knew that it was all for show because of the nervous way she refused to look him in the eye. He smirked thinking she was as affected by the moment as he was but he'd play her game for now and follow her lead or at least he'd pretend to because after seeing her in all her naked ass glory there was no way that he was walking away from that. No, from that moment on she… was going to be… his! Coming out of his reverie, he heard her yelling at him as she says. "What the hell was that about John?"
John responds before she could say anything more. "Detective… he spits out…you know EXACTLY what this was about. But since you've decided to play dumb I'll give you the cliff notes version." He smirks, needling her even further but he can't seem to help himself where Joss is concerned and today he really doesn't even try. He simply loves when the three P's hit her and seeing as he's almost always the cause, he loves it even more. He loves when she's prickly, pissed, and oh so passionate! Her eyes flash heatedly in anger, then narrow in annoyance, and her hand flexes almost like she wishes she had her hand around her gun just so she could shoot his ass. He simply smirks further, thinking this will piss her off even more which leads to her being way…more…passionate. John's hard just thinking about it and without even realizing it, he starts stalking towards her, his intent clear.
Shaking her head no, Joss throws up her arm to halt his progression, halfheartedly if she were being honest, already knowing how this will end. Damn! She knows it but is afraid to take that leap of faith. She's not afraid of taking on a gang of thugs but a potential mind blowing, exhilarating; hang on for the ride of her life relationship. That scares the shit out of her. She married Taylor's father so young but he was a very good guy, not that John isn't. It's just buried under layers of angst and a past that's probably darker than she wants to know. She's never dated the smirking bad boy, extremely dangerous, and sexy-ass hell type before. And yet every woman should have a bad boy especially if he happened to be as hot and as fuck-able as John Reese. No, leave it up to her she thinks to do it later in life when it should have been done and gotten out of her system earlier on. But after Taylor's father left she had a son to raise and a new career starting out as a cop. The bottom line was she's been too busy and now she can't even handle the bad boy she's acquired because make no mistake he…was…hers! Finally she's ready to admit her feelings for John even if it's only to herself.
Joss was so preoccupied pondering the situation with John that she failed to notice how close he'd gotten until it was too late and before she knows what happened he's lifted her and automatically her legs wrap around his waist as he slowly stalks towards her bedroom. Or should he say what will be their bedroom if he had his way and after tonight he will. Falling onto the bed with her still wrapped around him, they both bounce and he pounces, slamming his mouth down in a punishing kiss filled with such a possessive rage it stuns them both in its intensity.
Joss is stunned because she's never seen him so angry and God help her if it doesn't turn her on knowing she can affect this man, this ex CIA operative who's trained to be cold and calculated and yet is so fired up about her seeing another man. And for John he's stunned because no other woman has had him in such a rage, not even Jessica. Yes he 'took' care of her abusive husband but only because of what he did to her. No, Joss has him damned near dragging his knuckles and acting like a wild animal who's fighting to protect his 'territory or in this case, mate'. Yet this rage was possessive in nature and only Detective Jocelyn Carter could do this to him. So that made her…all…his…and…he…definitely…was…all…hers. And of course he had no qualms about letting any idiot know this in the most violent way imaginable. And he knew now was the time to show her just how much they belonged to each other.