How it could have been…
Jack's P.O.V
I came downstairs to get myself another shirt from the washing line. I wasn't killing Elizabeth Stride until this evening, so a white shirt would do until then.
To my upmost embarrassment, however, upon coming downstairs, I found Amanda sitting on my settee, reading. My face flushed with embarrassment as Amanda looked up from her book and looked at me. Her jaw dropped slightly and I slipped quickly to the washing line, grabbing an unironed shirt and struggling to put in on.
I knew what she was looking at. The muscles on my chest and stomach were extremely well toned, if I do say so myself. I had worked on them since a young age. They came in handy when fighting.
I buttoned up my shirt just to figure I had buttoned it wrong. "Damn!" Amanda calmly walked up and undid my shirt, rebuttoning it right this time. I avoided looking at her and kept averting my gaze, my face still red. She started to tuck my shirt in, and I jumped back "I-I can do t-that!" I turned from Amanda as I tucked the front bit of my shirt in, and I had just finished tucking the front in when I felt her hands on my back.
I never really liked people touching me, and this case was no different. I stood there awkwardly as she slowly, slowly tucked in my shirt. She seemed to be taking her time, running her hand over every muscle on my back.
Finally, she stepped back. I stumbled forward slightly, and pulled my tie off the door. My hands fumbled and shook as I tied it shakily round my neck. I finished tying my tie and stepped away to go upstairs. Amanda pulled me back by the belt of my trousers and dragged me back toward the sitting room "A-Amanda, I-" "sshh!" she pulled my tie down until my eyes were level with hers. She pressed her lips against mine and I instinctively pulled my head up. But Amanda had been prepared. She reached on tiptoe and pulled my tie down. I automatically followed it; just to find my lips connecting with Amanda's again.
She pushed me up against a wall and ran her hands up my stomach and onto my chest. My arms remained awkwardly in mid-air- I wasn't sure if I should put my hands on her shoulders or her waist or what? Amana started unbuttoning my shirt, but every button she undid, I redid, so my shirt ended up tied up anyway.
This manner of romance was totally new to me, and I must say, I've never been a stickler to romance. Romance is like… Romance is like a woman. It could be something good, but often it just sits there, nagging in the back of your mind. I'm never quite sure what to make of it.
"A-Amanda, I- mmph!" Before I could finish my sentence, Amanda kissed me again. I could feel her tongue running across my bottom lip. My mouth remained tightly shut.
Amanda ran her fingertips up my side and I yelped, making the mistake of opening my mouth. I looked at Amanda and noted her smirk but by then it was far too late. Amanda quickly pushed her lips against mine and took complete control of the opportunity, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I choked and pulled back hastily. Amanda seemed to be expecting all of this fuss, not letting me pull away very successfully. Holding Amanda by her shoulders, I pulled her away from me.
"Amanda…What the hell are you doing?" Amanda sighed "We've been together since we were sixteen, and we fell in love sooner. What's wrong with it?"
I sighed deeply "Amanda" I began, "You left me. Twice. I'm sorry, but I'm mentally incapable of taking you on again. I need to go out now" Amanda looked upset, so I leaned over, and kissed her gently on the mouth "Doesn't mean I don't l… Doesn't mean I don't adore you still" I offered her a sad smile and walked up the steps. I hadn't gone very far before I felt her hands suddenly grab onto my sides and paused awkwardly yet again. Amanda wound her arms round my waist and rested her head on my back.
"A-Amanda, I have to go out" I tried to step out of Amanda's grasp, but she clung tighter "One more minute, just one more minute" She whispered. She sighed deeply. I turned round and took her in my arms, her head against my chest.
A minute passed and I let Amanda go, Walking up the steps and going into the bathroom. I'll show her. One day. But not now.
Now, I'm busy doing something else… To Be Continued.