The loud clanking noises and sizzy-noises coming from the wielding machine in the shop hit Delia's ears loudly as she walked in. She hadn't slept very well the night before. The words Jon said to her still playing freshly on her mind.

"I love you. I love this. Please don't ever put a stop to this, Delia. I don't think I could handle it."

She saw Jon bent over underneath her car, replacing the filter he had ripped out before. She watched the sinewy muscles in his back move underneath the sweat drenched back. He was shirtless and had grease all over the entire place. Over his chest, up his forearms, on his tummy, and, somehow, even on his back. He was a sight for sore eyes. She made her way over to the sink and wet a paper-towel in cold water and then placed it on the back of his neck in hopes of cooling him down.

"Thanks, babe," he mumbled, never taking his eyes off his work. Usually, once he got started, he didn't stop until the job was done.

"You're welcome," she said softly. Jon could hear something off in her and straightened up, immediately doubling in her size.

"What's wrong, babe?"

She shook her head. "Nothing."

"Don't lie to me."

She huffed. "I'm not lying. You just confuse me sometimes."

Cocking his head to the side, he studied her face. He didn't understand what she was saying. "How?"

"I don't really want to talk about it right now."

He laced his grease covered fingers in hers and pulled her back to the cool office, a chill shooting down his spine as the air hit his glistening, sweat covered body. Locking the door, he pulled her down into his lap on the couchso that she straddled him. His fingers locked behind her, making it impossible for her to move. "Talk."

"Jon…I really don't want to talk about it right now," she whispered, placing a soft hand on his bare, slick chest.

"Why?" His blue eyes flashed up into hers. "Delia we can't go any further with whatever this is if you don't talk to me about what confuses you."

"I'm scared it'll make me look like an idiot."

"You'll never look like an idiot to me, Delia."

"Last night…you said that you loved me." She shrugged. "And I didn't know how to take it."

She watched his face as he thought, his eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly pursed. He sat in silence for a few minutes. She was sure he could hear her heart beating – it was pounding as she waited his response. He opened his mouth a few times but closed it. She was going to be let down, she knew it. She could feel it.

"I think I love you," he whispered. "I don't really know what it feels like to love an actual person, honestly. Except for my grandpa, I've never really had a person with this much impact on me."

Delia's heart crushed in her chest – not because he wasn't sure about his true feelings for her, but for the fact that he'd never felt the overwhelming feeling of loving somebody. It made her think – had he ever felt loved? Had he ever felt the feeling of being needed? Could she give that to him?

She bent down and planted a soft kiss to his lips, just a small peck. He was vulnerable in this moment, his big blue eyes looking up at her. She felt appreciative of his honesty; she wasn't even hurt at his words. His sandy blonde hair fell down over his forehead, slicked with sweat even though he had cooled down a little.

"I love you, Jon. I'm not afraid to say it. I know what it feels like," she whispered. "I definitely love you. Whatever this is, whatever we're doing, I don't want it to stop."

"It doesn't have to."

"Make a promise to me."

His face contorted into a soft grin, his white teeth coming into her sight as she watched the grin spread. "What is it, babe?"

"If you get tired of me, just tell me?"

"I don't think that'll ever happen," he smirked.

"Promise me, Jon."

"I promise," he said softly, watching as she bent further down and placed another soft kiss on his lips.

He wanted her, wanted to take her right there on the couch. He knew she was sore, she even walked like it sometimes when she thought he wasn't looking. He held his desires back and just settled for the sultry kiss, even though her body was reacting to his in a needy way.

"I need you," she whispered, clinging to him.

He smirked and stood up off the couch with her still in his arms. "I can't have 'sexual intimacy's' while on the job, babe. Rule number two."

"But you're the boss." She huffed as he put her down and walked after him.

He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and smiled mischievously. "That's right, kitten. I do think I am."

The rest of the day flew by it seemed like to Delia. She watched Jon the rest of the day, growing needy for him even more. The way the sweat trickled down his back, the way he moved or he cocked his hips and head as he studied a car, and the way the jeans hung perfectly on his hips – fastened tightly with a belt.

He was aware of all of her staring and did whatever he could to get her drawn in even more. He could sense she was aroused on the way home for she kept rubbing at his arm. He wasn't giving in, he was making her wait. He liked her being like this – clinging and needy. Made him feel better, like he was appreciated and truly needed.

"Let's go to bed," Jon said as soon as they got into the trailer.

She pushed him down the hall in a frenzy.

"Woah, woah, woah. I told you, kitten. Not tonight."

Sorry it's so short, guys. I'm not feeling too good today so I'll make up with it Friday, promise.
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