A/N: Aww, thanks you guys, for such encouraging reviews. I'm glad someone liked it (I'm glad anyone liked it, lol!), but what I'm happiest about is finding another group of people who are as crazy about this fictional couple as I am. That last chap was the ENTIRE reason I began writing this fic. I read all the stories I could find, looking for one that took them there & couldn't find any, so I decided to write my own (which then ended up taking a loooong time to get them there, go figure).
Now I'm embarrassed to admit that I didn't realize for a long time that there was a category M right here all along w/lots of stories that have J/A finally making love (whew and lots more, blush, which I love, btw…so c'mon authors, keep writing!). Color me stupid! Anyway, this is another little sweet entry, ya know, the aftermath of luvin', mmmm-mmm…enjoy, cuz ya know eventually the shit has to hit the fan!
Ch. 4 More In Love
"Oh, sorry," Jordan whispered as he rolled to his side, giving Angela some air, but still keeping her body wrapped in his legs. He hadn't recovered his own breath just yet & couldn't get more than a word or two out at one time. They looked in each other's eyes and smiled. "You ok?" he asked her with some real concern reflected in his eyes.
Angela felt warmed all over by those two little words, whispered between them as they lay there naked in each other's arms and still tangled in each other's legs. The fact he was worried about her right now, worried that she was ok just made Angela fall even more in love with him. She smiled seductively and glanced up at him out of the corners of her eyes.
"Mmmm, I am sooo ok, right now," Angela fairly hummed in response as she stared into those gorgeous, bright blue pools of Jordan's. She saw his lips break into a happy smile before moving toward her own and closed her eyes once again. Their kisses were leisurely now, their passion satisfied for the moment.
Jordan took a deep breath all of a sudden and rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. Angela rolled over in his bed and breathed in deeply, loving the scent of him that filled his pillow. He returned with a towel and the condom was gone. He offered the towel to Angela and she wiped herself off briefly, feeling a little self conscious doing so in front of him. She realized how silly that was after what they had just shared, but she couldn't help herself. She might never, as long as she lived, be able to stop worrying about how she looked to someone else or what they might think of her.
But Jordan wasn't thinking of anything right then except lying next to her and holding her tightly to him. He had just lived out the dream he wanted the most and he couldn't be anymore satisfied than he was at that moment. Jordan crawled back in his bed beside her and pulled Angela over to his side, almost on top of him as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and held the hand she placed on his chest with his other hand. He'd waited so long to be with Angela like this, and still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her here with him, like she was.
To Jordan it seemed like just yesterday she was never going to forgive him for being with Graff. Then when she had finally taken him back, there was the whole problem of her not being able to think of them being together without actually picturing him with some other girl, or something. All of a sudden, Jordan thought of something she needed to know.
"Angela, look, I just…I want you to know that I've, like, never had a girl over to my house before. Like, not even in the driveway. I don't know why I wanted to tell you that, but…I just wanted you to know." He was staring at their hands, their fingers playing together as their hands rested on Jordan's chest. Suddenly he was unsure if he'd said the right thing.
Angela looked up at Jordan from where her head was resting on his shoulder. She knew he had been with other girls like, before he ever even met her. She couldn't say it would never bother her to think of it, but more and more she realized she didn't think of Jordan that way. She really couldn't think of him that way. She just thought of him and how he was when he was with her. That's all Angela knew, and that's all she really wanted to know.
Angela kept her eyes on his face, realizing he was trying to give her something that was theirs alone, that nobody else had ever shared with him before. "Thanks," she whispered, feeling overwhelmed at how sweet he could be sometimes, and how much she was in love with him. She also secretly loved knowing she was the only girl who had ever been in his bed with him before.
Jordan turned his vivid blue eyes toward Angela and kissed the top of her head. He wanted to hold her next to him like this all night. If only they could stay here just like this, Jordan thought. He knew they would have to leave soon and he didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to feel Angela's lips, her arms, her creamy, soft skin touching his. Jordan reached down and found Angela's lips with his own. They kissed tenderly for a moment before Jordan broke the silence with a question, "I wonder what time it is?"
"Oh God," Angela groaned. "It's gotta be close to 9 by now. I don't wanna go home," she practically whined.
Jordan grinned at Angela's dramatic sadness, but then realized he felt the same way. "I don't want you to go home, either," he admitted. "I like you right where you are," he said softly as he leaned in for more kisses, trailing down once more to her neck and her collarbone.
"Mmm, I like me right here, too," Angela moaned as Jordan continued to nuzzle her neck. "But if I don't get home like soon, it might be a long time before we can ever come here again, or go anywhere for that matter."
Jordan knew Angela was right and that they had to get up and get outta there. But he couldn't help reaching for her one last time and pulling her completely on top of him. He loved the way she looked, staring down at him, her hair falling down on both sides of her face. He loved the way she felt, her legs, her stomach and her breasts covering him in the most wicked way.
"Hey, this isn't getting us out of here," Angela only pretended to protest. She secretly craved the feeling of touching him like this. It was a pleasure she couldn't live without, now that she knew how exquisite it actually felt. She was about to have to give up this feeling, so she wanted to savor it as much as she could before it was time to go. "I think I like being on top of you. I like getting to look down on you for a change," she giggled as she teased him. But she wasn't completely teasing, she knew. It really did feel empowering to be on top of him. Like she was the one in control, or something.
"Note to self: next time Angela's on top," Jordan said to Angela's laughter.
She wished she wasn't so shy, but hearing Jordan talk about next time and knowing he meant the next time they had sex, made Angela bury her face in his neck, out of embarrassment. "Oh God."
"What? You just said you liked it on top," Jordan teased her, knowing she was still self-conscious talking about sex, even though they had just had it. And had a blast having it, he thought with another grin.
"OK, I get your point," Angela mumbled, her face still buried in Jordan's neck, a place she knew she could spend hours just breathing in his scent. Still, she couldn't help but hit him playfully against his shoulder.
"What? I'm just trying to be observant and make sure I know what you like. Isn't that what a good boyfriend does?" Jordan asked, still playing around.
"Are you saying you're my boyfriend?" Angela asked, instantly serious. She lifted her head up and stared deep down into Jordan's amazing eyes.
Jordan knew saying that word would make Angela start analyzing everything, but he still tried to keep his tone light. "Well…you're not the kind of girl who like, does that with some guy who's not her boyfriend, are you?" He may have started out asking in a joking way, but the last two words were whispered in Jordan's huskiest voice. Suddenly he needed to know she was serious about her answer.
Angela just looked down into Jordan's bright blue gaze, staring at him as though she was trying to translate his words from a foreign language. Finally she appeared to grasp his full meaning, and she broke out into a blindingly beautiful smile. "No, boyfriend, I'm not." She leaned down and pressed her lips firmly against Jordan's, seeking her own entrance. They kissed with urgency before Angela abruptly rolled off of Jordan and said, "But right now, I'm not the kind of girl who does anything with a boy who makes me late, and leaves me to face the wrath of Patty Chase."
They both laughed then as they began to search through the pile of clothes for their own garments. Slowly they returned to their previous state of dress. Jordan reached for Angela once again and pulled her into his arms, where it seemed she was made to be. "You fit so perfect, right here," he sighed, hating to take her back home. It had been a long time since any female had been in this house and he was amazed at just how much he liked having her there. "Hey, if Patty gets mad at you being a little late, just let me talk to her." Jordan thought trying to go back to a joking mood might help this sense of loss he was starting to feel.
"Oh puhlease," Angela shot back. "You and your 'Patty love.' What's even sicker is her apparent love for you. It's creepy, or something," she complained as they headed back down the stairs they had just climbed an hour ago.
"Hey now, don't be jealous. Besides, she can't help it. I'm just irresistible, ya know," Jordan winked at Angela as he whispered the last sentence in her ear.
"Yeah, I know," Angela replied, a little miserably. She really didn't want to think about how girls would always be drawn to Jordan and how she would most likely always feel jealous over any who ever got close to him.
"Yeah," Jordan continued the teasing as they got back in his car. "But there's only one girl I want to be with, only one girl irresistible to me." He turned serious again, wanting to make sure Angela knew how important she was to him. He had grabbed Angela's hand and was holding it in his, trying to make sure she knew he was serious.
Angela looked down at Jordan's hand holding hers, and then back up into his face, into those piercing blue eyes that just never failed to put her in some kind of like, trance, or something. Her answer was to lift his hand up to her lips and gently kiss the fingertips, one by one. Jordan just kept surprising her with little words uttered here and there, but they were such sweet words.
Jordan smiled at her gesture. How could he have gotten so lucky, he wondered yet again? Just having Angela back in his life as a friend and now as something more, much more was a like, a dream. She had given him her virginity tonight and she was still happy being with him and acted like she wanted even more.
He pulled her next to him on the seat and kept her there all the way to her house. Jordan couldn't remember being this happy, like ever. The future looked pretty good for him, and he just wanted to enjoy it. Because usually, when things were going good for Jordan, something would come along to screw it up royally. He hoped nothing screwed this up, though, because this was the best he could ever remember feeling.
They pulled up in front of Angela's house and Jordan stopped the car, but kept the engine running. They were just about fifteen or twenty minutes late, but neither thought it was anything to worry about. Jordan leaned over and kissed Angela softly at first, then with more hunger, before he felt her pulling away.
"I really better go," Angela said slowly, not really wanting to go. Her life felt so right when she was with Jordan and when she went back inside her house, she would have to go back to a life that, well, that just didn't feel quite right anymore. But it was still her life, she knew and she still had to go. Sighing, she got out of the car. "Bye," she said as she leaned down into the window.
"Bye, baby," Jordan couldn't believe he had to let her go right now. She had felt so right lying in his arms a little while ago. He was thinking that he already missed her, and then almost laughed at himself for being such a wuss. "I'll see ya in the morning," he said as he pulled away from the curb.
Angela nodded as she watched Jordan drive away from her curb, her house, her life. Damn, she wished they could have stayed together tonight. At least this night, she thought, which had been the most important night in her life. Lying in Jordan's bed, with his body pressed all along hers, she'd never felt more loved, or protected, or, or right. She realized then that she had felt right at home lying in bed with Jordan, like they lived there together or something. That little daydream filled her head as she walked into her house, and into the reality that made her little dream crumble like a house of cards.
It wasn't just Patty that was sitting up in the living room, waiting for Angela to come home. It was her father, too. And he looked really unhappy, like really, really unhappy. Oh god, thought Angela. This was not the way she wanted to spend the rest of this night, but she could tell as soon as she walked in, they were waiting for her and they wanted to talk to her. Crap.
