I've been away for a long while… Lost my passion for writing and I'm trying to get it back. I'm sorry for those that are pissed off at me for not continuing my other stories and I will try my best to complete those. Thank in advance for your patience.
This is set after episode 8, season 1. Just a few words to get the juices flowing again.
"So how did you end it this time?" I asked when I opened the door to find her standing there.
"I said that it was me. Not him. That I wasn't ready for someone like him," her voice deep. Deeper than usually, which meant that she was exhausted." And then I kissed him."
She looked up at me from her bowed head awaiting my reaction. I had none. I couldn't be mad at her after what she had been through these last couple of days. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in.
"Let's get you out of these clothes."
Jane stood silently letting me pull her shirt from her pants. There wasn't a sexual remark from her. More evidence of how tired she was. I looked up at her and found her eyes already closed. She was starting to relax. I entwined her fingers with mine and lead her upstairs to the bedroom.
I unbuckled her pants and let them pool at her feet when we entered. And like a sleep laden child, she allowed me to pull her shirt over her head. Seeing her like this made my heart ache.
"Are you mad at me?"
"For?" I asked as I continued to undress her.
"The kiss."
"No. I understand it happened in the moment. And that you're not attracted to him"
"You really love me, don't you?"
"With all my being," I answered looking up into her eyes.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and placed a kiss on her chest.
"How can you love me?" Her voice cracked thick with emotion.
"Loving you is easy," I smiled. "Enough talk. Lay down," instructed.
She gladly climbed onto, what was now designated as her side of the bed. I turned down the lights and closed the door.
"Can we keep it open?" She asked with an edge in her voice as she jumped to attention.
"Yeah. Sure."
I left the door ajar slightly to appease her nerves. She waited until I was beside her to relax again. I pulled Jane into my arms and laid back. She nuzzled my neck and wrapped her arm around my waist holding onto me as if I would leave in the middle of the night. Whispering, "Sleep, love," I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. She let out one last ragged breath and began to let go. Within seconds, the tension I felt in her body eased and she began to snore. Jo Friday wasn't here to blame this time.