Author's Note: Warning! Sex scene in this chapter! Nothing too graphic, but still. Also, the song at the beginning, you might recognize as the theme song from True Blood.
When you came in the air went out
And every shadow filled up with doubt
I don't know who you think you are
But before the night is through
I wanna do bad things with you
I'm the kind who sits up in his room
Heart sick and eyes filled up with blue
I don't know what you've done to me
But I know this much is true
I wanna do bad things with you
Real bad things with you
-Jace Everett
In downtown DC, the Man slunk quietly down the alleyway; his first target, only maybe twenty feet ahead of him. She was a pretty girl, for what she was: a prostitute, a young one, not much over fourteen. She wore a short skirt, a skimpy top and sky-high heels. He supposed, on a woman, it would look sexy; on this child, however, it was just comical. The Man wondered why she wasn't freezing; it was January, for crying out loud. The girl stopped to light a cigarette. It was then the Man decided to make his move. He approached her, touching her shoulder. She jumped.
"You scared me, mister." She said, her young voice already ravaged. She waved the cigarette at him. "Let me finish this, then we'll get down to business, all right?"
He nodded. It weird the girl out, the way he looked at her, the way he didn't speak. She quickly stubbed out her smoke and took the man's hand. The quicker she got this over with, the better.
As soon as the girl turned her back, the Man struck. He hit her soundly over the head with a heavy flashlight that he had pulled quickly from his bag. There was a dull thud and the girl crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut. The Man scooped her and slung her over his shoulder, much like you might carry a heavy sack of dog feed.
Then he quickly disappeared into the darkness with her.
Jaime stood in the shower, letting the hot water stream over her. Spencer would be here soon and tonight…tonight was going to be the night. They had been on three more dates and he had had supper at their house four times. The last time they went out to eat, Cadence had come with them. When they got back to the house, after Cadence had gone to bed, Jaime and Spencer had fooled around on the couch, but they still hadn't gone all the way.
That was going to change tonight, Jaime thought, smiling to herself. Cadence was at a sleepover party and Spencer and Jaime would the house to themselves all night.
When she climbed out of the shower, she rubbed herself down with shea butter. What she was about to was going to take a lot of guts and she was nervous. She quickly blow dried her hair and pulled it back in a loose bun and quickly applied some makeup, using a heavy hand with the eye makeup. Then she glanced nervously at the Fredrick's ofHollywoodbad sitting on her toilet. It held the lingerie she and Kim had picked out earlier that day. She had never done anything before and her stomach was full of butterflies. She pulled the sheer, lilac colored babydoll out of the bag, along with the flimsy matching panties. Taking a very deep breath, she put the lingerie on, then looked at herself in the mirror. Well, now that wasn't so bad. The nightgown, if you could call it that, just brushed the tops of her thighs, and it was completely see-through, except for the bra part.
She was just putting the finishing touches on her ensemble when the doorbell rang. Jaime jumped a foot in the air, and then went to answer it.
"Hey, what took you so long-?" Spencer's voice faded as he took in his girlfriend's getup. "Um…"
Jaime opened the door wider, so he could come in. "You like?" She asked nervously.
Spencer could only nod. He didn't think he'd ever seen a sexier woman. Jaime bit her lip and grinned at him, and he swore his heart stuttered.
"Wha…where's Cadence?" He finally managed to ask.
"She's at a friend's house, having a sleepover." Jaime answered, twirling a piece of hair that had fallen from her bun. "She'll be gone all night."
"Oh…" She had no idea how badly he wanted to jump her right then and just take her on the living room floor.
Smiling again, she walked towards him and placed his hands on her hips. "It's okay." She whispered, leaning towards him. "You can touch me."
Those seemed to be the magic words. Spencer leaned forward and kissed her, hard. She started at the force of it, and then kissed him back.
"Bedroom?" He whispered, almost pleadingly.
"Yes." She told him.
Afterward, she rested her head on his bare chest. "Well…that was fun, huh?"
He grinned at her and kissed her hair. "Yeah…can we do it again?"
She giggled. "In a little while. Give me a chance to rest, you horndog."
He snorted. "Out of all the names I've been called in my life, that's a first."
She looked up at him. "Really? You seem so…experienced."
He grinned again. "I read a lot of books."
"I had no idea thekamasutra was part of your library." She joked.
He smiled that sexy smile. "No?" he pulled her up so that she was straddling him. "How about if I show you what I've learned from it?"
They spent most of the night making love. The rest of the time they spent cuddling and talking. Jaime lay on her stomach, the blankets just barely covering her butt. Spencer was propped up on one of her many pillows and he could finally make out her tattoo. It was a fairy, just like she had said, leaning over a mushroom. It was actually quite cute. This made Spencer think of a question he had been meaning to ask her for awhile.
"What were you like in high school?"
Jaime looked at him, a little surprised. "I was a lot like Cadence, actually." She said. "I was most definitely not part of the popular crowd."
He snorted. "Join the club. Of course, I was only nine when I started high school, so go figure."
She grinned. "I just…I was purposely rebellious against it, I think. Bobby, my brother, he was the football teams star quarterback and everyone worshipped the ground he walked on. So I kinda enjoyed being his freaky little sister, with my ripped up jeans and Doc Martens, smoking under the bleachers."
"You wore Doc Martins?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Yep, and Slayer t-shirts." She grinned again. "I was all about grunge in my school days."
"I've heard." He said dryly.
She giggled and propped her chin in her hand. "What about you? When I was in high school, you were at…Cal-Tech?"
"Yeah, from '93 to '97. Then I was at M.I.T from '97 to 2000." He told her.
"Okay, so what were you like at Cal-Tech?" She asked.
He grinned. "Busy. No, seriously, I was happy. For the first time in my school, career, I was happy. I got a few odd looks for being so young, but for the most part, no one cared that I was a kid. I was there to learn and so were they. High school…high school was hell for me." He rubbed his hand over his eyes, his smile gone. "Everyday was torture."
She made a sympathetic noise. "I know, baby." She laid her hand on his knee. "But think of it like this…you have an awe-worthy job, you're in bed with a hot woman, and you live in a nice apartment. Where do you think those jocks are? Oh sure, a few of them might have made something of themselves, but the majority of them peaked in high school. Torturing you was the highlight of their lousy lives. You save lives on a weekly basis. You're a hero. That boy that tied you to the goal post? He probably flips burgers."
Spencer grinned. "I have to say, I never thought of it like that."
"Well, you should. You're a wonderful person, Spencer." She told him, resting her head against his leg. "You're an awesome boyfriend and I think you'd make a great father." She grinned up at his surprised face. "Cadence adores you."
"She does?"
Jaime rolled her eyes. "Of course she does. I think she wants us to get married." She laughed. "She's never had a father figure in her life. She tries to act like it doesn't matter to her, but it does."
"She looks at me like a…a dad?" He was shocked.
"Well, not exactly a dad, yet, but a big brother." Jaime tickled her hair against the back of his knee. "You'll get there. She respects you, and that's saying something."
Jaime crawled up and lay down beside him and he yawned. "I'm worn out."
"I know, I am too. I'm surprised we're still awake."
He grinned again. "Are you kidding? I'm surprised the walls are still standing."
And with that, Jaime shut off the lamp and they went to sleep.
Spencer rolled over. For a second, he didn't know where he was. What the hell was up with the canopy…oh, that's right. He was in Jaime's bed. He looked down at her, sprawled across the bed, asleep, her mouth half open. He chuckled; it was cute. Then he glanced at the clock. It was already after ten.
Spencer slid quietly from the bed and grabbed his boxers and undershirt, putting them on. Then he slipped out of the room. He thought it might be nice if he made Jaime some breakfast, so he poked through the cabinets, to see what she had. He grabbed a box of blueberry pancake mix and a package of breakfast sausage from the fridge.
Spencer was in the process of cooking when the front door banged open and Cadence strolled in, still in her pajamas. She stopped dead in her tracks and dropped her overnight bag in shock, upon seeing him in the kitchen.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She asked, not in a mean way, but in a curious way. She quickly took in his clothing, or the lack of it, I should say. "Holly shitz balls! You spent the night with my Mom, didn't you?"
"I…uh…yes?"
"Ha!" Cadence was cracking up now. "Oh my God, did you guys do the dance with no pants?"
"Shh!" He told her, instead of answering outright. "Your mother's still asleep."
"And you're making breakfast." She looked in the pan and nodded appreciatively. "Sweet. You need some help?"
He nodded at her forgotten overnight bag, lying in the floor. "Go put your stuff in your room, and then you can come back and set the table."
"Ohh, acting like a Daddy already." She said, lightly kissing his cheek. "I'm gonna call you Dad from now on."
"Uh…you don't have to do that." He said, a little shocked.
She shrugged, grabbing her stuff. "I know."