To Meet Again
Part 14:
Revenge
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Knote: Lol. Yes. Andy Wong cannot drive to save his life. ^_^ Back to Jason
boys and girls!
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Jason stared at her. A million questions whirred through his mind. None of them seemed to find that minute way from his brain to his mouth however and left him kneeling in stunned silence.
"Could you please close the door?" she said, her voice slightly muffled by her hand. Luckily his body reacted quicker then his brain did and soon he found himself leaning with his back against the closed door. The image of her still burned into the back of his brain. He tried to blink it away. He didn't want too…but she would have to walk past him to leave and if he continued to think about her naked…things would get very awkward.
"It…it's nice to see you again," the badly timed words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. There was silence from behind the door. He slapped a hand to his forehead. Perfect, just perfect.
"Not that I saw much," he said quickly. Stupid! That's even worse! "Er, I mean anything! I didn't see anything!" Except for her exquisite little knees and the top half of her breasts as they slid down into the soapy water. Stop it! He commanded himself, whacking his forehead repeatedly with his fist. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
"Stop what?" the wonderful, warm, voice behind the door said. Dammit. Had he thought aloud?
"Er…nothing. I was just…er…talking to Tom. He was shredding the couch. You know cats." He forced himself to laugh. It sounded as convincing as Duncan trying to lie. Again there was silence from the bathroom. Sweat beaded his forehead. It was definitely getting hot in here. He needed to open some windows, or throw himself naked into a snow bank, or something… Suddenly the doorknob jammed into his lower back. Good. Pain. He needed pain. It was better then that other feeling that was racing through him. The doorknob pulled back a bit, then jammed into him again.
"Umm…could you let me out?" Cassandra asked. Jason leaped away from the door like it had burned him and turned to face it. The woman stepped out, like a doe cautiously approaching a moonlit meadow. Her blue eyes were focused on a spot just beyond his shoulder.
"I'm really, really sorry about this," she said. Now his mind went blank. He couldn't think of anything to say to her. He took in her oval face framed by dripping blond hair. Then, as if they had minds of their own, his eyes slipped down her graceful neck to her damp t-shirt and finally to her blue jeans that fit her hips so well. Jason forced his eyes away. You're finally alone with her and all you can think about is that?! His mind snapped at him. After what he'd seen, it was hard to think about anything else.
A cool hand on his arm brought his eyes back to Cassandra. A concerned frown wrinkled her forehead, and her blue eyes searched his.
"Are you feeling all right? You're sweating…and your hands are trembling. Maybe you should lie down."
"I…I'm fine…" he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the red cloth Tom had given him. For some reason, this cause Cassandra to turn bright red and bury her face in both hands.
"This can't possibly get any worse!" she moaned. As if to prove her wrong, the door swung open and in bounced Nick. The Frenchman was all bright eyed and smirking and suddenly things began to click into place.
"You," Jason said, narrowing his eyes. Nick lounged on a folding chair and clapped sarcastically.
"How did you ever figure that out Sherlock?"
"Nick you jerk! You said this was your apartment!" Cassandra said, balling her hand into a fist. Jason instinctively took a step back. She could get scary when she got mad. Nick shrugged lazily and ran a hand through his hair; clearly unaware of the danger he was in. Then looked at Jason and raised one purple eyebrow.
"You have a lovely taste in underwear," the Frenchman said, gesturing at his hand. Jason looked and suddenly realized what exactly he was holding. No wonder Cassandra had… And was doing again now… Jason cleared his throat and held it out to her. Unsure of what else to do with it. Cassandra snatched it from his fingers and shoved it furiously in her jeans pocket. Then she rounded on Nick and grabbed his ear between her index finger and her thumb, digging her nails in slightly. The foreigner winced.
"Now Monsieur Papillion, you'd better start explaining yourself before I twist your ear off."
"Oww! Why are you always so violent?!" Nick whined, trying to dislodge her hand from his person. Cassandra retaliated by pulling up and making Nick scramble to his feet.
"Talk!" she snapped. Jason glared at him, his embarrassment temporarily forgotten. He knew damn well why Nick had done what he did. The annoying little matchmaker. Well it wouldn't work! She was all ready taken and he knew her well enough to know that she would not break a commitment. Then it hit him. If Nick did tell Cassandra…then she'd know what a complete loser Jason really was.
"I only did it-" Nick started.
"I've got a better idea for him," Jason interrupted. He crossed the room in two strides, picked the Frenchman and fairly ran toward the bathroom.
"Mon Dieu! Jason, you're not going to do what I think you're going to do! You'd better not! I'm warning you, I'll-" Before Nick could finish his sentence, Jason reached the bathtub and let go. The lukewarm water splashed his jeans but it was well worth it to see the Frenchman come sputtering out of the water, hair plastered around his head like a bizarre purple mop. A string of foreign obscenities flew out of Nick's mouth as he tried to clamber out of the bathtub. Tom chose that moment to reappear and rubbed himself against Nick's unsteady ankle, causing the short man to tumble right back into the tub. Jason couldn't suppress a chuckle. He really loved that cat.
Jason lifted Tom up so he could clamber onto his shoulder and turned to leave the room. Cassandra was standing at the doorway, a hand failing to cover her broadly smiling mouth and her shoulders shaking with laughter. The sight of her warmed him; it was as if someone had piped hot chocolate through his entire bloodstream. He loved to make her smile. She caught his gaze, and her blue eyes shifted from amusement to fondness. She lowered her hand from her mouth and opened it to say something. A knock at the door interrupted her.