Won't Back Down

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I only own Jamie.


A/N: I know that I haven't updated this in a while, but I finally finished writing it. I got home from work at 12:30 AM, watched WWE's TLC after hanging out with my mom, while she wrapped some Christmas gifts, and now it is five in the morning, and I have work in two hours. I've pulled an all nighter, but this chapter is finally finished. I love you guys! Enjoy XoXoXoXo


"So, you and Terry, huh?" Ashley commented, a smirk on her face.

"What?" Jamie asked, as a crimson blush crept onto her cheeks.

"Oh come on. Everyone's been talking about the two of you for weeks. And rumor has it you agreed to go out on a date with him?" she questioned.

A smile crossed Jamie's lips. "Oh…?"

"Well, is it true?"

"Yeah," she replied.

"Oh. Thank God."

"Why is everyone so excited about this?" she asked her friend.

"Because everyone knows you and Terry belong together," Ashley replied, matter of factly.

"Oh God…"

"Seriously. And it's obvious that he cares about you. The guy's been trying so hard. And know you both know that you like each other. This is really great."

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow night," Jamie admitted.

"Aw. You have to tell me everything that happens. I need all of the juicy details. I'm so excited. You two are gonna have such a good time."

"I hope so."

"So, have you two chatted since you agreed to go on the date? Is he being cute and affectionate or anything like that?"

"We haven't spoken too much."

"Ugh. The suspense is gonna drive me crazy!" Ashley groaned.

Jamie laughed. "You're so funny."

"It's true!"

Terry walked into the locker room. Jamie immediately looked down, the blush returning to her cheeks. There was a smile on his face. "Look at the two lovebirds!" Ashley gushed with a grin.

"Oh please…" Jamie breathed.

"Ashley. Nice to see you," he greeted.

"Hey Romeo. Excited about your date with the lovely Miss Jamie tomorrow night?" she asked him.

"I definitely am."

"Aw how cute."

"Could you actually give us a couple of minutes?" Terry asked Ashley.

Ashley smiled. "Of course," she agreed. "I'll talk to you later," she said giving Jamie a wink.

"Bye," Jamie quickly dismissed her friend. Ashley left the locker room, shutting the door behind herself.

"I could tell she was harassing you," he said.

"Of course she was. But she wouldn't be Ashley if she didn't enjoy being a pain in the ass sometimes."

Terry walked over and sat next to Jamie. "So, do you have any preferences as to what you want to eat for our dinner tomorrow night?" he asked her.

"I'm not picky," she replied.

He smiled. "Okay. Good. I made reservations for seven, if that's okay with you. I can change it if you want."

"That's perfect," she said, feeling her heart start to race a bit. Terry rested his arm on the back of the couch. "I'm really looking forward to our date," she admitted.

"Me, too, Jame."

Terry was excited that she was excited about their date. Honestly, it was all he could think about anymore.

"So, are you looking forward to your match tonight?" Jamie asked him, trying to make some small talk, as the air had become thick with the sexual tension that existed between the two.

Terry nodded. "Yeah. It should be fun, and I win, which is always good."

"I know," she replied. "I'll be watching. I like watching your matches."

"Oh really? And why is that?"

"Because…I…I like watching you in action."

A smirk formed on his face. "Do you?"

She nodded, biting on her bottom lip. "I do."

"You're so beautiful, do you know that?"

She turned bright red and smiled sheepishly. "Terry…"

"What? It's the truth. I'm so lucky that you agreed to go out with me."

"I'm lucky you asked."

"You can get any guy you want. I'm a very lucky man."

"You keep making me blush."

"You shouldn't be embarrassed."

She shrugged.

He laughed. "So, after dinner, do you want to go to the movies? Or we could watch a movie at my house? Or we can do something else? It's completely up to you, we'll do whatever you want to. I promise I'm not trying to get in your pants or anything."

"We can go to your house. That's fine," she replied. "We can relax and take it easy. Make it less formal. It'll make me less nervous, hopefully."

"Why are you nervous?"

"It's our first date."

"Well, it's been in the works for a while now, obviously."

Jamie smiled and brought her hand onto his face. "You know, I really do like you," she told him.

"And I really like you, too, Jame. A lot. I'm always thinking about you." She inched her body closer to him. Terry's arm dropped from the back of the couch, resting his hand on her lower back.

"We're gonna have a great night tomorrow," she said softly.

"I know we are."


The next night, Jamie was overcome with the butterflies that were going crazy in her stomach. She was dressed and ready to go. She wore a pair of tight dark denim jeans with a pair of , open-toed boots that came up to her knees and had about a four inch heel. She topped the bottom half off with an off-the-shoulder, pale pink top. Her hair was down, make up was done. And she was pacing in her living room, as she waited for Terry to come by. He wasn't set to be there for another twenty minutes, but the anticipation was making her absolutely crazy. She was nervous, excited and just ready to get the date underway.

Then, ten minutes before Terry was supposed to show up, the doorbell rang. Jamie felt her heart flutter, as she made her way over to her front door. She took a deep breath and opened it.

He stood there, in a pair of black pants with a white polo. His hair was tied back. A smile formed on Jamie's face. "Hi," she greeted him.

"Hi," he reciprocated. "You look…incredible," he complimented her.

"You look pretty great yourself."

There was a slightly awkward silence between the two. "So…um…are you ready to go?" he finally asked.

"Yeah," she replied, grabbing her bag off of the table next to the door.

Jamie stepped outside and closed the door, which she locked before shutting it. She followed Terry to his truck. He opened the passenger's side door for her. She stood in front of him.

"Are you nervous?" she asked, sensing that he was.

Terry smiled. "Yeah," he admitted.

"Don't be," she softly said, taking a step closer to him. She pressed a kiss to his cheek. As she pulled back, their eyes locked. His hand came to rest on her lower back, holding her to him. Jamie brought one of her hands onto his face, leaning in and giving him a small kiss on the lips. "Did that help at all?" she asked.

"In some ways. Definitely not in other ways," he replied, causing the both of them to blush, upon realizing what that inferred.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Not really. I'm too nervous right now," he honestly replied.

"Then, if it's okay with you, I think we should skip dinner," Jamie suggested with a smile forming on her face.

"Okay…"

She took his hand in hers and pulled him away from his truck, shutting the door that he had been holding open for her. She led him back up to the front door of her house. She quickly fished her keys out of her bag, unlocked the door and quickly pushed it open, pulling him inside with her. Jamie shut the door by pressing her back against it, until she heard the lock click. She immediately backed him against the wall, wrapping her arms around his neck, her face mere centimeters away from his.

"I think we've been waiting too long for this to happen," she told him, before leaning in and closing the space between their lips.

Terry's arms circled her waist, as the two lost themselves in their lip lock. They didn't need dinner, quite frankly. They just needed each other at this point. And truth be told, she was really hungry for him.

As Jamie's tongue slowly ran across Terry's bottom lip, he moaned into her mouth. He lifted her up and turned them around, as he held her back against the wall, while she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands were resting on her rear end. Their kiss intensified with every passing second.

"Terry," she spoke against his mouth.

"Yeah, baby?" he asked, not pulling his lips off of her for even a second. He was enjoying this too much to part their lips.

"Let's go upstairs," she suggested.

"Okay." He held her in his arms, as he tried to navigate them through her house, to which he was unfamiliar.

"Wait. Put me down," she spoke. He acquiesced. She stood in front of him, her lips curling into a seductive smirk. His eyes were glazed over with lust.

"You are so perfect, do you know that?" he asked.

"Terry…"

"It's true."

"I like the way you make me feel," she spoke, her voice soft and low.

"That goes the same for me," he agreed. She took a step backwards, as he followed her. Jamie took his hand in hers and led him to the stairs. As the two walked up the staircase, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles. The sensation sent tingles from her hand, directly to her spine.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Jamie brought them to her bedroom. Before she could open the door, Terry pressed her back against it, returning his lips to their rightful place on hers. His hands were on her hips.

"You've been driving me crazy since the first moment I laid eyes on you," he admitted as they continued kissing.

"Mmm baby," she moaned, wrapping her arms back around him. "I've wanted you since day one," she told him.

"Really?"

"Yup."

"It goes both ways, I promise you that, baby."

Jamie pulled him even closer to her, shoving her tongue in his mouth. He lifted her up in his arms again. He reached behind her body, grasping the doorknob and turning it, opening the door. He brought her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. She jumped down and backed away from him, inching towards the bed. The lights were off, but the moon light had the room illuminated with its soft glow.

Jamie reached down and unzipped her boots, quickly kicking them off, shrinking to her natural height. Terry slowly stepped towards her. She grabbed onto the hem of his shirt, roughly kissing him. He trailed his lips down to her neck, while his hands were on her hips, holding him against her.

She pulled back and smirked at him. "You're really good at this," she told him, finding that her nerves had disappeared. This felt too right for her be nervous about it anymore, and that made her happy.

"I can't control myself when I'm with you."

"That's not a problem. You don't have to."

Jamie reach her hands to the hem of her top. She slowly peeled the fabric off of her body, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. He copied her actions, removing his polo and dropping it to the floor.

Though he tried to control his actions, he knew he wouldn't be able to. He pulled her into his arms, their upper bodies touching skin to skin, aside from the bra that covered her chest. Their lips connected yet again. She backed them up against her bed. Terry kicked his shoes off, as he picked Jamie up and placed her on the bed.

She reached between their bodies, her hands coming to rest on his belt, as she fumbled with it slightly before managing to open it. She opened the front of his pants and pushed them down a bit. Terry kicked them from around his legs, not caring where they landed, though they were currently resting on the floor.

One could easily see how badly she wanted him just by catching the look in her eyes. Every part of her yearned for him, and she felt a combination of relief and excitement for their current situation. Terry's hands found their way to her jeans, which he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped. He sat back on his heels, as he pulled her jeans down her legs. As each new inch of flesh was revealed to him, he found himself wanting her more and more. When the pants were finally off of her, he dropped them onto the floor.

As his eyes took in the sign of the nearly naked object of his affection, Terry smiled. It wasn't a lustful smile. It wasn't one of sexual hungering. It was purely affection that he was feeling for her. "You are…just…amazing," he spoke.

A smile crossed her lips. "Terry," she said. "You make me happy," she admitted. Her tone was genuine. No one made her feel the way that he did. And the fact that they were together right now made all of the fighting and bickering with each other worth it because she didn't want to be anywhere other than in her bed with him. It wasn't just a fling. They had real feelings for each other.

Jamie sat up, holding her upper body up by her elbows. "Come over here," she whispered to him.

He crawled back up her body and connected them by their lips. She brought her arms around him again, enjoying the way she felt at this very moment. As his body was pressed to hers, she could easily tell how turned on he was by their positioning. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Jamie pulled his hair tie out of his hair, allowing it to spill on top of his head, tickling her face, which caused her to let out a short giggle.

Terry's hands reached behind her body and skillfully managed to unhook her bra. He quickly pulled the lacy material from her body, as he backed up again, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the lacy boy shorts that matched the pale pink lingerie. He slowly pulled them down over her legs, finding himself to be more turned on than he was pretty sure he had ever been in his life. His eyes ran up her body, to her blushing face. "I have never seen anything or anyone so breathtakingly beautiful in my entire life," he whispered, as their eyes locked. He slowly snaked his body back up against hers.

She quickly brought her hands onto the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly pushed them down. He kicked them off, as their completely bare bodies were now revealed to each other. Jamie shyly smiled at him, as he pressed his body on top of hers.

"I'm normally one to have fun with the foreplay, but Terry, I need you in me now," she requested.

He nodded slowly, his breathing becoming shallower, as the anticipation of being inside of her overwhelmed him. She brought her hands onto his face, guiding his mouth to hers. He gripped his penis in one hand, rubbing it against her more than ready core. She moaned into his mouth lustfully.

"Please," she begged him.

He slowly inserted the first inch of himself inside of her, causing her to cry out. He grunted, not expecting her to be as tight as she turned out to be. "Oh my God, baby," he breathed. He slowly thrust himself in and out of her, going slightly deeper each time. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist.

"You feel so amazing," she groaned, as she felt herself being stretched out a bit by his impressive girth.

"So do you." They pulled apart from their kiss, as he stared into her eyes. Neither spoke a word, aside from the grunts and moans that resulted from their actions, which one could call lovemaking. This wasn't just sex, as both had expected it to be. It was something much deeper, much more significant.

Both Jamie and Terry found themselves reaching their climax much more quickly than either wanted, though they certainly weren't going to slow down. This was their first time together, but they were sure that it wasn't going to be the last time.

"I'm getting so close," she told him, with a throaty growl.

"Me, too," he agreed, his voice husky. Terry sat up, pulling Jamie on top of his lap, as his hands rested on her lower back. She brought her hands onto his shoulders, allowing her some leverage.

"Terry…" she groaned, roughly bringing their lips together, her folds tightening around him, as her orgasm hit her. She pressed her forehead to his, as Terry felt himself reach his edge.

"Oh God, Jamie," he moaned, as he felt himself release inside of her. Their arms were tightly wrapped around each other, as they felt their climaxes slowly subside. The two were breathing heavily, as he laid them back down, Terry on top of Jamie. He kissed her lips softly, smiling against her mouth.

He slowly pulled back and rolled off of her, both parties breathing heavily, as a result of their actions. "That was so amazing," she breathed, her chest heaving.

Terry turned to face her body. Jamie rolled onto her side, facing him. He brought a hand onto her hip. "I've never felt anything like that before. That was…it was…just…incredible," he spoke.

"Best way to start a date," she said.

"Start?"

Jamie nodded, biting her bottom lip. "Trust me on this one," she said, giving him a smile.

"I trust you." Terry knew damn well that she was going to be his undoing. And this was only the beginning.