A/N: I have no excuse as to why it took me so long to get this chapter up, except that I was waiting to get my Christmas present, which was a brand new laptop! :D And this laptop is completely, one hundred percent MINE, which means more stories, more chapters, more awesomeness! The general consensus, from what I can gather, is that people want Jori back together. 'Nuff said. Also, to Torigagged... That was some explicit stuff in that review, and I wasn't sure how to respond to it. Maybe in a different story. Now, I know I've kept you all waiting long enough, so here is the third and final installment of Fifty Shades of Jade. Enjoy, my lovely readers.
That night at Cat's was... eventful, for lack of a better term. I'll just say that I woke up very naked and next to an equally naked (and quite scratched up) Cat. She'd woken with that soft little smile of hers, telling me good morning and giving me a sweet kiss. I watch her now, dancing around the kitchen to some song designed for small children, and I can't help but think that I could get used to this, used to waking up with her beside me in the mornings, used to seeing her do little things like sway her hips while she beats some eggs. After breakfast I decide to head back home to grab a few things like clothes and my toothbrush and such. Being so early in the day, it would be a good time to go because Jade would be gone at work, probably with her secretary's head between her legs. I may not have my key anymore, but I know where the spare is kept. I unlock the door and walk in, shutting the door quietly behind me. The house is deadly silent as I make my way upstairs and I mentally pat myself on the back for coming while Jade is gone. I nearly trip over the carpet when I open the bedroom door and walk in only to see the bane of my existence herself sitting cross-legged on the bed, gingerly holding my Cuddle Me Cathy doll and staring at it like it holds the world's answers. My heart starts to pound and I get a feeling in my gut like I'm going to be sick as she looks up at me. Her eyes... they're different. Once a shade of cold, unfeeling steel, now they are a soft slate color, harboring emotions that I've never seen in them before, emotions that I can't recognize on her but would be obvious on anyone else.
"Tori," she says quietly, and it's such a surprise to hear her voice so soft, so caring. It's so un-Jadelike that I can't help but squint and take a careful look at her to make sure she hasn't lost her mind or is on something. Her eyes remain vivid and clear, unblinking as she appraises me. She calls for me again. "Quit staring, Vega. You look like a crazed lunatic." There's a certain harshness to her voice that I've never heard, like she's forcing it. Well, that's new. I shake my head, mostly to clear my thoughts, watching as she rises from the bed and crosses the room to me. She presents the doll to me like a peace offering, the room silent with tension but for her erratic heartbeat which I can hear quite clearly from where I stand. We stare at each other for a few moments, and what happens next is something I'll never quite be able to explain.
Our lips meet in a fury, a deadly and delicate mixture of hatred and love, of the urge to fight and the urge to flee, of the cacophonous silence that pounds between the two of us. We're both half naked by the time we hit the bed together. She's managed to get me in my bra and underwear and I've got her wearing only the tanktop she had on. Her hardened nipples are clearly outlined by the green cotton, and I find myself attracted to the sight. Suddenly, the gravity of this situation hits me. Jade is... she's turned on. And... she's letting me touch her. She's not forcing me onto my back and sliding between my legs, only to leave an hour later after I've finished. She's just laying there, hair floating around her head like a black halo, her face flushed, teeth sunk into her bottom lip and eyes nearly daring me to make my move. It's one of the most arousing sights I've ever seen. But I'm determined to take this slowly, make it last. I feel like a virgin again, all shy touches and whispers of movements. I lean in to kiss her again, more gently this time. Her lips move with mine softly, her teeth biting at my bottom lip, but only a caress in comparison to her bites in the past. Her gentleness comes as a shock to me, because I've never experienced it before. I didn't even know Jade had a soft side. I break the kiss to pull her shirt over her head, exposing the rest of her body to me. My eyes gravitate towards her chest, pink nipples proudly protruding and inviting. My eyes move up to meet hers, asking permission for something I've wanted to do for years. Against my prediction, she nods. Our eyes lock as I lean forward, tongue fluttering against a taut bud before I take it into my mouth and suck softly. I revel in the soft gasp she makes, the way her hands go to the back of my head, as if to keep me in place. I suck slightly harder, one hand gliding up her calf to her outer thigh, up her side and onto her other breast. While my mouth works on one, my hand works on the other and soon I switch sides. When all I can hear is gasps and moans and my name, I abandon her breasts, kissing a soft trail down her stomach, to her navel. Her heart is racing in anticipation for what's to come, right along with mine. I've waited for this moment for years, and I intend to show her exactly what she missed out on for all that time. My kisses travel down one leg at a snail's pace and come back up the other at the same speed. They stop just below where she wants me. I stare at her center, enthralled. It's gorgeous, just like the rest of her. I can't wait any longer. I dart forward, deciding to skip any further foreplay. Judging by how wet she is, it isn't needed anyway. She squeals when my tongue enters her, her hands tangling in my hair and yanking and her body arching up off the bed. I grab her hips and push her back down, holding her in place. She tastes like amber, like springtime and mint and vanilla latte. They're things I'd never in a million years associate Jade with, but somehow in this moment it fits perfectly. My tongue starts to move, in and out, in and out. With each little swipe and movement, her grip on my hair tightens until she's nearly pulling it out. It hurts, but it's tolerable. I'd handle any pain if it meant being able to be with her like this. My tongue curls, hitting a special spot inside her, and I guess that's all it takes to make her crash around me because the next thing I know her thighs are squeezing my head so tightly I can feel my ears pop, and she's thrusting her hips in a random pattern against my face and her muscles are clenching hard on my tongue. I slow to help her ride it out, licking her clean slowly. Finally she relaxes, panting, and I remember the real reason for my visit. I slide from her grasp and start gathering my clothes. She's silent for the most part, watching me, sitting up, clear up until I'm buttoning my pants. "I never pegged you for the fuck-and-run type, Vega." I roll my eyes, moving to the closet to start packing my stuff. I hear a quiet voice behind me. "Don't go."
I turn around to face her, a weak glare fixed on my face. "Well what else am I supposed to do, Jade?"
"Stay here, with me," she replies. "Be the one I fall asleep next to and wake up next to." There's a part of me that wants to stay, wants to be exactly what she's proposing, but the skeptical part of me, the suspicious part, the part that knows Jade tells me this is just an act, a last ditch attempt to keep me from leaving. I turn back around without a word and continue packing. It's not until I'm almost out the bedroom door that she speaks again. "Tori, I love you." It's blurted and rushed, but I can still hear the sincerity and feeling in it. I turn to face her again.
"Are you serious?"
She nods, a hopeful yet not-willing-to-admit-she-needs-me look in her eyes. "I'm deadly serious."
A few seconds pass where I'm silent. I can see her getting more and more uncomfortable with each moment I don't answer. Finally, I do say something. "I guess I won't be needing these then." I drop my bag on the floor, crawling back into bed with her. Her heartbeat is finally calm for once as I fall asleep against her.