Chapter 6 – What Are We Waiting For?

Stu sighed as he wandered back through to his apartment; he headed straight for the fridge, pulling out a chilled beer. His mind wandered back to Jen and the kiss he shared with her. Strolling back through the kitchen, he pulled the top off his beer and flicked the top onto the counter. His place was a mess; too many hours working, and those he did get off, would be spent catching up on missed TV, working out or sleep. He wanted to think he was 30 and in his prime, living life to the full. But as of late, he had started feeling sorry for himself. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a date. He actually couldn't remember the last time he let his personal life run so far away from him.

Sitting down on the couch with a heavy thud, Stu rubbed his eyes. He had the day off tomorrow, but that didn't mean his mind would stop running a mile a minute. The case he was on was taking its toll and it was making him lag. Carefully he nudged the pizza box that was lying on the coffee table across so he could put his feet up. He looked around his small apartment; his divorce had hit him hard. The pride he once had in his home and belongings was thrown out the window, taken over by an incessant need to work. The ringing coming from his jean pocket brought him out of his thoughts. He pondered for a second over the unknown number flashing on the screen, considering hanging up for a moment he diminished that thought and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Stu.."

"Jen?" Stu questioned, after running out on her last thing he expected was a phone call.

"Can I come over? Please?" Hearing the urgency in her voice, Stu didn't want to say no, but he glanced around the apartment and the mess he was living in.

"Now?"

"Please?"

"This isn't a good time." He held his breath, waiting for an onslaught of abuse. All he got was a faint 'okay' before the line cut dead. Cursing his actions under his breath, Stu stood up and picked up one of the case files sitting on the kitchen worktop. He ran one finger down the cream coloured card, contemplating what he was about to do. Opening the file, he turned a few of the pages. Jen's profile page stared back at him; her address and phone number in clear sight. He knew what he wanted to do.

Jen sat crossed legged on the couch. Her hair pulled up into a messy bun and a deep green clay mask on her face. Karen had told her to ring Stu, go and find him and find out why he legged it. After being forced and then thoroughly rejected, Jen was sulking with a big bowl of popcorn and Moulin Rouge playing on the TV. It was late, yet she couldn't turn her mind off to sleep. Delving her hand into the bowl of popcorn she popped one into her mouth. The loud knock at the door startled Jen, making her stop what she was doing. The white piece of corn between her fingers hovering just in front of her mouth.

"FBI open up." Stu banged on the door again, but instead of the door his fist was pressed against opening, the door opposite opened. A middle aged woman stood staring at him, she narrowed her eyes and shuffled into the corridor.

"What the hell is going on?"

Stu flashed his badge. "FBI. Go back inside please."

"Stu, what are you doing here?" Stu turned around again, taking sight of Jen. Though he tried not to, his lips curled upwards into a smile and a hearty laugh escaped his lips. Jen felt herself blush, forgetting she had the face mask on. Truth be told, she was thankful for it; Stu couldn't see her cheeks turn a lovely shade of crimson.

"He's making a racket, that's what. Do you know what time it is?"

"Pam, I'm really sorry. Go back in, he won't be making another sound." Jen smiled apologetically, watching hopefully as Pam looked Stu up and down then slowly retreated back into her apartment.

"Goodnight Stu." Jen turned to go back into her apartment, but Stu put his hand back onto the door so she couldn't close it.

"Wait, you call me up wanting to see me, now you don't?"

"Karen made me and I was upset."

"Let me in and we can talk." Jen sighed, Stu could see her eventually giving in.

"Alright." Jen didn't think she had a choice, she knew he wouldn't budge until she let him in. "Give me two minutes." Quickly she left the room, hurrying to the bathroom to wash the face mask. Returning to the room Stu was stood exactly where she had left him. He looked out of place; too big for her small apartment.

"What do you want then?" Stu nervously scratched the back of his head. The leather jacket he wore moved slightly and Jen saw the flash of his gun. Jen gestured towards the object, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Think I'm going to be too much to handle?"

Stu watched Jen's every move, raking his gaze across her body. He was disappointed when he noticed she was wearing long pyjama bottoms; he loved the sight of her long toned legs. But he had to grin as he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra; her hard nipples obvious through the thin cotton of the camisole top. Locking eyes, Stu took a brave step towards her, no longer thinking about his actions and consequences. Once he was stood in front of her his big hand slipped to the back of her head, making her look up at him. Gently and painfully slow he pressed his lips against hers, teasing her as he massaged her lips with his. Her small hands gripped onto his forearm; a moan escaped her, desperately trying to coax more from Stu. Pulling away, she swiped her tongue over her lips, wetting them slightly.

"Don't you dare leave now." Stu shook his head; he had other plans. A throaty moan escaped her as Stu brushed his thumb over one hard nipple, repeating his actions with the other. Jen stood still, not daring to move in case Stu stopped what he was doing. He did stop and Jen wanted to protest, that was until she watched Stu slip off his leather jacket and throw it onto the back of the couch. Jen ran her hands up Stu's chest, stopping just short of his gun. Glancing up at Stu, she sheepishly bit her lip. "You take it off, I don't want it to go off in my hand." Both of them stopped what they were doing, a few seconds of silence before Jen laughed. He couldn't help but smile back at her.

"You don't need to worry about that happening." He ran his tongue across his lips as he worked off his holster, taking the gun out and placing in on the coffee table. "Should we really do this?"

"Fun." Jen spoke between small kisses. "No strings attached." Stu contemplated telling her that might be a bad idea, but her lips slipped to his jaw line and down to his throat and those thoughts quickly vanished.

Stu groaned and pulled her away from him, his mouth closed on her throat as her fingers delved into his hair, ruining the sleeked back look he had going on. "So just fun." Stu managed to speak between kissed to her neck as she slipped her hands under his shirt. "No strings attached."

"Uh huh." Jen let her hands wander across Stu's torso and chest, his muscles bunching with her light touch. She tugged his shirt upwards, making him leave her needy body for a second. Jen's eyes locked onto his tattoo covering his upper arm, she reached out to gently trace the tribal pattern. "Much nicer than mine."

"You have one too?"

Jen sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, a glint in her eye. "Maybe. You have to find it." Stu felt all the blood rush to his semi-hard length. The thought of exploring Jen's body had him painfully hard. Lifting her up, a gasp left her mouth and she clung onto him; arms slipping around his neck and legs around his waist. He dipped his head down, pulling one of her hard nipples into his mouth through the camisole.

Rolling her head back at the sensation overwhelming her body, Jen moaned into the silence of the room and let Stu take over. His dominance didn't surprise her; from the first moment he laid his hands on her those few weeks ago she knew it. With one hand, Stu swiftly removed her camisole, letting him get his lips on bare skin. Again he rolled his tongue over one hard nipple, repeating his actions on the other. Her skin tingled and she shivered lightly at his touch.

Pulling away from her for a moment he just wanted to admire the view she was giving him. Back arched and head thrown back; her neck exposed to him, begging to be kissed and licked. Her full round breasts, perfect pink nipples and taut stomach casting one hell of a view, but he had yet to cast his eyes upon her tattoo. He pulled her legs from around his waist and made her stand on the floor again. Tracing his long fingers along the band of her pyjama bottoms he waited for a reaction; her nails digging into his arms would suffice. He pushed them down her legs and Jen swiftly kicked them away from her. Licking his lips he traced the line of her panties, stopping at her right hip. He pushed the material down slightly to reveal more of the blank ink on her body. Feeling her breathing become more shallow and laboured, Stu glanced back up, her eyes burning into him. Without breaking eye contact, Jen reached for his belt buckle, deftly pulling the leather apart and starting on the buttons of his jeans. Becoming less patient, Jen roughly pulled his jeans down his huge thighs. She pushed her hand against his hard length beneath his boxer briefs. He wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. Lifting her up he stepped out of his jeans and laid her down on the couch. Her hips arched upwards as he slowly dragged her panties down her long legs. His hands smoothed across her toned thighs parting them slightly, giving him a delicious view.

Jens hands gripped onto the couch, watching as Stu devoured her with his eyes. He dropped to his knees, parting her thighs further with his hands under her knees. He pressed a kiss to the tattoo on her hip; three tiny stars each decreasing in size. He then bit into her, making her whimper and arch her back. He kissed down her pelvis to her clit, all of her was smooth and sleek. Hovering over the sweet sensitive spot for a moment, he glanced up; Jen's eyes were squeezed shut and her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth. He dragged the tip of his tongue over her clit, hearing her sharply inhale he smirked. His mouth covered her, dragging his tongue down her wet folds and back up to her clit again. Continuing to tease her, Stu gripped tighter onto her thighs. He felt her begin to shudder and her hands gripping onto his hair, not wanting him to stop. Her body writhed, pleasure streaming through her body. Her climax hit her hard, surging through every inch of her body. Stu held her writhing body in place as he continued to devour her. Her body still trembled, Stu kissing his way up her body she felt the need to apologise.

"Sorry, it's been a while." She felt her body burning with embarrassment that she had so easily succumbed to his ways.

"Then I better apologise too." He kissed her slowly, bringing his hand to the side of her face. "I'm not going to last long." He stood up and began rummaging through his jean pockets he eventually found his wallet, searching for a condom quickly. Tearing into the small square packet with his teeth, He quickly rid himself of his boxer briefs and he rolled the condom down the length of his shaft. He lifted her up to him, one knee planted on the couch and one foot on the floor. Before pushing into her he kissed her hard; both surging with equal passion. Her legs wrapped around his waist, arms above her head gripping onto the couch; chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She was waiting for the sweet intrusion, his size was overwhelming but she knew he would do nothing but bring her pleasure.

Pushing into her slowly he heard her whimper, her heat surrounded him and he almost lost control. Tight and hot he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep and bring her to climax with brutal thrusts. He pulled out and plunged in again, deeper and tighter. His mouth covered hers, stopping the flurry of expletives she was crying out. His big hands slipped to her elbows, pinning her to the couch as he started thrusting deeper into her. His lips slipped to her throat, nipping and kissing her skin. Stu had imagined how this would feel; nights alone had been making him crazy. But she felt more amazing that he had ever imagine. Hot little breaths brushed across his shoulder, whimpers of pleasure music to his ears. And although he wanted to last forever, he was quickly slipping into a world of bliss. Bringing his hands to her hips again he lifted them up, watching Jen's lips part as she struggled for breath. He knew she was close, her hand brushed across her stomach to her clit, rubbing the sensitive spot. In one blissful movement she threw her head back and cried out his name, her legs trembling and her body shaking against his. Without slowing down, Stu continued to thrust deep into her feeling his own climax hit him hard. Groaning deep from his chest, Stu thrust into her one last time as he came, his fingers digging into her hips. Stu drummed it into his head that this was what he needed; maybe now he would be able to get her out of his mind. But as she pushed her lithe body against his, he knew those thoughts had backfired.

A/N – Thank you xFindTheEnigmaWithinx, peeps8705, ThatGirl54, DeansTrueGirl, xSamiliciousx, WWE-Slash-Luvee, moxxie23, DefinitelyProbablyMaybe and Aquahogcodes for the wonderful review. Sorry for the delay in updating, hope this made up for it :). Lou x