Title: China Fair
Author: RussianWolf7
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Jordan/Unknown
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Scrubs does not belong to me.
A/N: So this is a one-shot unless people want more, which I'm open to writing. Let me know if you like it. Also, I stole the title from a song my friend Eva Leah wrote. She'll be releasing a CD sometime sort of soon, and you should all get it.
The question was not whether I could believe that Jordan was for real, but whether I could convince myself that she wasn't.
Every time I woke up expecting her to be there, curled up on her side of the bed, and every time she had left sometime during the night.
There were no dinners, no movies, no lunches, no dates. Just sex. And the worst part was my complete inability to break it off. I knew it was killing me, slowly but surely burning away any semblance of sanity I managed to hang on to.
Burning was the right word, oh yes. The late nights, Jordan showing up at my apartment with no warning. Stroking hands, gasping breath, nail marks that stayed for days, if not weeks. The one moment that made it all worthwhile when Jordan stopped breathing, her eyes widened, her head fell back and she moaned so quietly I could barely hear it. But of course I did, every time.
But then it would be over and she'd disappear into the bathroom, mumbling something about needing to clean up. Some nights she'd come back to bed, but mostly she'd just leave, barely acknowledging that I was there. Any attempts to make her stay would only result in a fight, followed by silent treatment which could stretch out for weeks.
But she'd always come back, eventually. And that was something. That was all I had.