Chapter Twenty-Five
Jack was sitting on the bed, trying his hardest to study for his first Advanced Automotive test, but he kept finding ways to distract himself. When he finally got frustrated enough, he put some headphones on, and tried to study with music going. Now, he could focus! He filled out his study guide, checking his answers as he went, and went over the things that he wasn't too sure on several times. He yawned after an hour of hard studying, stretching lazily, and cracked his neck. When hands fell on his shoulders, he jumped, and glanced back. Lock shot him a grin, taking his headphones off, and gave him a deep kiss.
'Babs, I'm tryin' to study,' he said when she moved in front of him. 'Got my first big test comin' up. . .'
'Mmm hmm,' she hummed dismissively, gently pushing him back to the mattress. 'I think that you've earned yourself a break. . .And a reward,' she purred, settling on his thighs.
'Lock,' he chuckled softly, 'I need to finish studying!' he ended in a yelp as she slid her hands up under his shirt.
'You can finish later,' she purred, pushing his shirt over his head. 'Right now, it's reward time for Jackie.'
He shuddered, letting a low sound escape, and decided to just give up trying to fight her on this. Lips met his neck, quickly searching out his sweet spots, and he let out a soft moan when she nibbled a particular spot. Lock trailed kisses and nibbles down his neck, to his collar bone, and then she trailed even farther down. Teeth and lips gently teased his navel and he groaned, squirming beneath her. She looked up at him, grinning, and sat up. Hands fell to his pants, toying with the button, and his girlfriend gave him a questioning glance. He looked at her, panting softly, and felt nervous all of a sudden.
'Are you all right, moose?' she asked, moving to stroke his side.
'I. . .dunno,' he sighed. 'I suddenly feel nervous. . .'
'I'm sorry,' she whispered guiltily, climbing off of him. 'I'll go so you can study.'
'No, wait!' he called, sitting up and catching her around the waist.
'But,' she started.
'Umm. . .' he hummed. 'You can't really leave me in the condition I'm currently in. . .'
'You said that you were nervous,' she murmured.
'My body and hormones sort of trump my nerves,' he said, nuzzling her neck.
'Jack,' she said firmly, looking at him.
'Lock,' he sighed, kissing her neck, 'I'll be all right. . .'
'Jackie,' she exhaled, turning around, 'are you absolutely sure?'
'I'm absolutely sure that I'll lose my mind if we don't,' he said, leaning in to pace a gentle kiss to her lips. 'I swear to god that I'll go crazy,' he murmured softly against her lips.
She smirked, kissing him deeply, and eased him back to the mattress. He groaned as her hands touched his hips, arching up, and let his own hands fumble with his jeans eagerly. He managed to undo his pants and kicked them off.
'Geez,' she giggled, looking at him.
'Need you,' he whimpered, trying to get his boxers off.
'Let me do that,' she purred, trailing kisses down his body.
He gasped as Lock kissed just above the elastic band of his boxers, arching up quickly, and felt his poor body starting to ache. Lock slid his boxers down his legs, kissing his bat tattoos, and he cried out loudly.
'Babs, please!' he whined. 'I. . .I. . .hurt. . .'
'Here?' she whispered, letting a hand just barely graze his aching flesh.
'Yes,' he whimpered, hips twitching up.
He jolted as lips suddenly brushed the sensitive skin, all but screaming from the shock, and his hips flew up towards her.
'No!' he squeaked when she went to kiss it again. 'Don't! Lock, I'm serious! You're not ready. . .you can't be. . .Please, don't.'
'Ok,' she murmured. 'Calm down. . .You're right, Jackie. . .Maybe I'm not ready. . .But. . .one of these days. . .I. . .'
He groaned, pulling her up, and kissed her for everything it was worth. She melted against him, her hand closing tightly around him, and she slowly started moving her hand up and down. Jack purred pleasantly, moving with her, and nipped her neck a bit. He was close, so close, and he started moving his hips faster, searching desperately for the sweet release she could give him.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! His alarm clock blared, jolting him awake, and he immediately blushed hotly. He was aroused and very painfully so.
"Baby, c'mon, we gotta get up. . ." Lock yawned, nudging him gently. "You showerin' first or me?"
"Me," he groaned, rolling over carefully.
"'K," she sighed. "Go on then, moose."
"Mmm," he hummed, taking his time getting out of bed and moving to the bathroom carefully.
Jack shut the bathroom door, locked it, and started taking his pajama bottoms off. He stripped out of them with minimal issues and turned on the shower so it could warm up.
"Ahh. . .God," he whimpered as he started taking his boxers off. "No. . .Shit!" he panted as the simple motion almost pushed him to completion. "Mmmm. . ." he moaned as he managed to slide his boxers off without losing himself. "God damn. . ."
He climbed into the shower, pulled the curtain closed, and quickly started taking care of his issue. It didn't take long at all; a few regretfully short minutes later, he climaxed, and somehow managed to stay quiet and not topple to the floor as he finished. His entire body was trembling in relief and he actually had a hard time finishing his shower, but he got it done. He stood on wobbly legs as he toweled himself dry, wrapped the towel around his waist, and stumbled his way back to the bedroom.
"Hey, are you all right?" Lock asked when he fell to his back on the bed.
"Fine," he sighed, fully content.
"Really? You seem off balance," she said, getting up.
"I'm totally fine," he exhaled. "Trust me. . .Go on and shower, my love."
"All right," she smirked, leaning down to kiss him.
"Mm," he grunted, grabbing her gently by the nape of the neck—keeping her locked into the kiss.
A whine escaped his girlfriend as she fell on top of him, he let out a happy noise, and wrapped a leg around hers, shifting his hips so she settled between his thighs. Lock gasped into the kiss, trying to pull away, and he whimpered in protest as she managed to pull out of it. He tried to ease her back into another kiss, but she wasn't having it.
"What has gotten into you?" she panted, trying to get off of him.
"I. . .dunno. . ." he panted, toying with her hair. "Guess I'm just. . .frisky."
"Yeah, well. . .knock it off," she said firmly, climbing off of him. "We have classes today and I need to shower."
"I'm sorry, gorgeous," he whispered, blushing.
"I know," she smiled, patting his thigh. "Get dressed, ok?"
"Mmm hmm," he hummed shakily as her simple action turned him on beyond belief.
She left to get her shower and he groaned, getting up to shut the door. His towel fell to the floor, luckily when he had privacy, but it revealed just how turned on he really was. He glared at his nether region, refusing to do anything about it, and grabbed fresh boxers from the dresser. Jack pulled them on carefully, whimpering in mild pain as they went over his arousal, and got a pair of jeans. He looked them over and quickly decided that they would be way too tight for the kind of day he was having. He dug around in his dresser until he found his torn up, loose-fitting jeans, tugged them on, and slid a belt through the loops, fastening it. Next, he started hunting for a shirt, and finally settles on one of his black button downs. He was just fastening the last button when Lock strolled in.
"Snazzy," she cooed, fishing in one of her dresser drawers. "Here, wear this too," she said, putting a blood red silk tie around his neck.
He lost his breath and his blood rushed south as she tied the tie. He blushed, staring at his closet, and squeaked when she pulled him into a kiss. His squeak morphed into a moan and he laced his fingers into her wet hair, pulling her closer. She gasped as their hips met, jerking away from him, and gave him a shocked look.
"I'm sorry," she said, his skin flushing hotly. "I. . .can't help it. . ."
"I know," she whispered, blushing as well. "I'm sorry too. . .I'm most likely not helping."
"No, you're not," he muttered. "Don't take offense, but it's true."
"I know it is," she smirked. "I'm gonna go get changed in the bathroom. . .You umm. . .Go downstairs when you can for breakfast, moose."
"Yeah," he sighed, still blushing. "Hey. . .I love you, gorgeous."
"I love you too, Jackie boy," she said, smiling as she blew a kiss at him.
He let out a tearful breath once Lock was gone, moving to lock his door, and carefully let his pants drop, as well as his boxers. Jack looked down at himself and blushed, feeling incredibly stupid. His hand hovered over his arousal, not quite sure if he should do anything or not, and suddenly a long forgotten memory rushed him.
'What the hell is this?' his newest foster father demanded when he walked in on a naked Jack—erection clearly evident.
'I. . .I. . .I'm sorry,' he whimpered, trembling violently. 'It j-just happened. . .I c-can't help i-it. . .'
Jack yelped when the man grabbed his arousal and twisted, effectively making the erection vanish.
'You aren't allowed to have one of those unless I fuckin' say so,' he growled, pushing Jack to the floor.
Jack collapsed to his bedroom floor, sobbing, and curled up on himself. He heard someone trying to open the door and then there was desperate knocking.
"Jackie!" his girlfriend called nervously. "Baby, open the door! Jackie? Are you all right?"
"Yeah," he responded shakily, slowly pulling his boxers back on. "Give me a minute. . ."
"Jesus, demon boy," she said. "All I heard was this loud thud while I was downstairs. You scared the shit outta me!"
"I'm sorry," he said, yanking on his jeans.
He got up off of the floor and went to the door, opening it. Lock took one look at his tear streaked face and threw her arms around him, kissing his wet cheeks lovingly.
"Are you all right?" she asked, placing a kiss to the corner of his lips. "What happened?"
"Bad memory," he whimpered, holding her close. "But I'm all right now. . .I've got my queen with me."
"Mmm hmm," she hummed, nodding. "Well, I hate to do this, but your queen needs you to finish getting ready and meet her in the car. Are you hungry?"
"Nah," he murmured, kissing her softly. "How long do I have to finish getting ready?"
"No more than ten minutes," she said. "Is your bag packed? I'll take it to the car."
"Yeah, it's packed," he said with a smile. "Thank you, my love. I'll be down in about ten minutes."
"Ok," she grinned, rubbing his side. "I'll be waiting."
"Mmm," he hummed, nodding.
Lock grabbed his bag, slung it over her shoulder, and vanished from their room. Jack quickly pulled on some socks, then his shoes, and darted to the bathroom to finish getting ready. He rolled on some deodorant, brushed his teeth, rubbed some gel in his hair, dabbed some of his cologne behind his ears and on his neck, and ran to get his jacket.
"Hey, Apple Jacks!" Bobby called.
"What?" he asked, shrugging his jacket on.
"Good luck with your big test today, kiddo," his brother smiled. "You're gonna pass with flying colors, Cracker Jack."
"Thanks," he smirked, blushing.
"I love you, Jackie," he said, patting Jack's back. "You've got more brains than me, Jer and Angel put together. Have a good day, all right?"
"I'll try. . .I love you too, Bobby," he said, glancing to his watch. "Shit! I've gotta go!"
"A'ight," he chuckled.
Jack ran out to the garage and scrambled into the Bronco's passenger seat. Lock looked at him then to the glowing green numbers on the dashboard, and gave him a tiny smirk.
"You're late. . ."
"By one minute!" he retorted with a laugh as he buckled himself in.
"Still. . .It's gonna cost you," she said, slowly backing out into the driveway.
"Cost me what?"
"One precious minute of time that could have been spent with me," she replied, grinning as she started driving towards the college.
"Well, I'll have plenty of time to make up for it," he grinned, giving her a look. "Won't I?"
"We'll have to see about that," she laughed. "Jackie boy?"
"Hmm?"
"What was up with you this morning?" she asked softly.
"Umm," he drawled, blushing hotly. "Guy shit. . ."
"Oh," she whispered, blushing herself. "That explains everything."
He chuckled, reaching over, and let his hand settle on her thigh. Silver eyes glanced to him and he just smiled reassuringly, gently squeezing her leg. She smirked softly and turned her focus back to the road. They were silent for the rest of the ride to the campus, but he didn't really mind. Once they found a spot and Lock parked, he got out, grabbing his bag, and ran around to open his girlfriend's door.
"Thanks," she smiled, climbing out with her own bag.
"No problem," he said, reaching around to lock the doors. "C'mon, gorgeous."
She giggled and hooked elbows with him. They walked to his class, whispering sweet nothings to one another, and she pulled him to a secluded corner of the hallway when she noticed that they had extra time.
"You have that big test in your automotive class today, don't you?" she asked, toying with his hips.
"Yep," he sighed, his stomach starting to flutter nervously. "And now I'm fuckin' nervous. . ."
"Hey," she said, cupping his face, "you are going to ace that test. You know that study guide backwards and forwards. . .You'll do fine."
"Yeah. . ." he muttered. "Right. . ."
"I know I'm right," she smirked, pulling him down by his tie. "I'm always right, Jackie."
He smiled softly, melting as she kissed him deeply, and pulled her closer. He whined happily as she twisted his stud just so and groaned as she bit his lip when she pulled back.
"For luck," she said, smirking.
"I'm gonna need some more of that," he said with a grin. "Get over here."
She squeaked as he locked his mouth over hers, but his girlfriend eagerly sank into his possessive kiss. Arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer, and he let his own arms circle her waist.
"Mmm," she hummed, breaking the contact. "Ok. . .We need to get you to class and hopefully find Blaine so he can walk with me to class."
"Fine," he muttered, his stomach twisting anxiously. "God, I wish that this test wasn't today. . ."
"You'll do great," Lock said as they walked back towards his class. "You have brains as well as fantastic looks."
"So. . .What made you date me?" he asked, chuckling. "My looks or my brains?"
"The whole package," she said, sliding a hand into his back pocket.
"There you are!" Blaine exclaimed, rushing towards them with Hayden in tow. "God! We saw the Bronco in the parking lot, but you two weren't by the classroom. . .You had us worried."
"Sorry," Jack smirked. "We were around the corner. . .talking."
"Mmm hmm," Blaine hummed with a grin.
"Are you ready for the test?" Hayden asked, shifting his back on his shoulder.
"As ready as I'll ever be," he replied. "I'm nervous as hell."
"Me too," he said, blushing. "But Blaine keeps tellin' me that I'll be fine."
"You will do just fine," Blaine said firmly, patting his boyfriend's rear—earning an embarrassed squeak.
"So will Jack," Lock said, gently squeezing his bum.
"Whoa now," he whispered, jumping a little.
"Hey, it's a nice butt," she whispered in his ear. "As well as the rest of what it's attached to."
He smiled and blushed, giving her a look. She simply smirked in return and stood on her toes to give him a kiss.
"Good luck, handsome," she said when they separated. "I'll see you after class."
"Mmm hmm," he nodded. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," she whispered. "Kiss for luck."
He smiled as she gave him one last deep kiss, cupping her face lovingly, and pressed a kiss to her nose when they were through. He watched as Blaine hooked elbows with Lock and went off to their art class, then went into his own classroom, and silently cursed himself as his stomach growled at him. He sighed loudly and plopped into his seat.
"What's wrong?" Hayden asked, taking his own seat.
"It's been a rough morning," he grumbled. "I didn't even get to eat breakfast. . .And not I'm fuckin' starving," he sighed, putting his bag on the table and opening it. "Oh. . .man. . ."
"What?" Hayden asked nervously.
"I have the best fucking girlfriend in the whole world," he chuckled, removing a huge blueberry muffin and a note from his bag.
'To my sweet moose,
I packed you a muffin because I know my bottomless pit of a boyfriend will end up hungry. And you need to be full for that test today, so I gave you the biggest muffin from the bunch. I love you with my whole heart and I know that you'll do fine on that test, Jackie boy!
Your Loving Girlfriend,
Lock.
P.S. Look for the bottle of chocolate milk that I packed as well.'
"God, I love her," he whispered, taking a big bite of his muffin. "Wanna bite?" he asked, looking to Hayden.
"No," he smiled, patting his middle. "Blaine was sure to feed me a hearty breakfast. . .I'm still stuffed. Lock must know you pretty well."
"She does," he said, his voice muffled by his food—he was already more than halfway through the muffin.
"So. . .Umm. . .May I ask what was rough about this morning?" Hayden whispered.
Jack quickly finished his muffin off and looked in his bag for his chocolate milk before he told Hayden about his eventful morning. He drank his milk while he talked and tried not to blush as he spoke.
"Wow," Hayden breathed, fishing a pencil from his bag. "Uhh. . .Have you told Lock about this?"
"Just that I was havin' guy issues," he said, looking for a pencil in his bag as well. "I don't really wanna tell her that just the mere fucking smell of her is enough to turn me on today. . .And I feel guilty about it."
"Why?"
"Because. . .Kett fuckin' raped me," he growled quietly. "And. . .I. . .Well, Lock tried to be intimate with me a bit ago and I completely freaked out on her. . ."
"So? You weren't ready then," Hayden said. "And you are now. . .Your body is telling you that."
"Great," he groaned, sliding his bag under the table. "How exactly am I supposed to explain this to my girlfriend?"
"With your words," his friend snickered, putting his own bag away. "I'm sure that she'll understand."
"Mmm," he hummed, his heart beating nervously as his professor walked in. "God, here we go. . ."
"Well, class, I'm sure that you all studied and want this test over with," the professor said, handing out test packets. "So, I'm just gonna pass the test out so you can get the pain over with."
Jack swallowed nervously as a test landed on the desk in front of him and slowly wrote his name on it. He looked it over and started filling out answers, actually finding that he knew the answers—no second guessing himself. He was done with the whole test in forty-five minutes, handed it in, and went into the hall to check the answer sheet that was posted outside the room. Hayden joined him after a minute and the two of them went over the sheet together.
"I aced!" Jack said excitedly, bouncing on his toes. "Even got the extra credit right!"
"I missed one but got the extra credit," Hayden said.
"Great," he grinned, patting his shoulder. "Let's go wait for our significant others outside their art class."
"I can't believe that I'm dating a model," Hayden snickered. "Or that Lock's professor allows her to have her own personal model."
"Her professor is a very understanding woman," he said with a smile. "She knows that Lock isn't comfortable drawing. . .semi-nude strangers. So she let's Lock use Blaine in school and I'm her model outside of school. 'Course I lose more clothing," he chuckled.
"Umm. . .Why is she in Figure Drawing 2 if she can't draw semi-nude people?"
"She wants to be an artist," he replied. "And these classes are required. It's not like she'll be drawing naked people for a living."
"I hope not," he laughed, lying on the bench outside of the art room.
She'll draw me. . .For fun, Jack thought to himself, sitting down.
They sat outside the room quietly, taking time to relax after being so nervous, and after another twenty minutes or waiting, Lock and Blaine strolled out. Blaine had his T-shirt off and draped over his shoulder, and his white wife beater showed off his sleeve tattoos.
"And I thought your tattoo were hard to draw, Jackie," Lock sighed, collapsing onto his lap. "Blaine has way too many tats."
"He has just enough," Hayden pouted, pulling his boyfriend to him and kissing his shoulders.
"So. . .How'd you do on the test?" Lock asked.
"Well. . ." he sighed. "I. . .totally aced it!" he crowed, hugging her tightly. "You were right!"
"Told you so," she giggled, kissing him. "How about we celebrate this at home tonight?" she whispered in his ear.
"Sounds good," he managed to say and carefully slid her from his lap—earning a very confused and hurt look.
"How'd you do, baby?" Blaine asked.
"Well, I got one wrong, but the extra credit questions made up for it," he said, smiling shyly.
"Awesome job," his boyfriend praised, kissing him.
Lock smiled warmly at the two men, but still gave Jack that puzzled and wounded look. He just couldn't make himself tell her that she'd come very close to making him aroused in the middle of a crowded hallway and was trying his damndest to not get aroused—which was a lot more difficult than he thought. He squirmed when his girlfriend gently touched his knee, shooting Hayden a desperate look, and silently thanked him when the man distracted Lock.
"I need a smoke," Jack murmured. "Then lunch."
"Can you smoke on the way to the cafeteria?" Lock asked, standing up.
"Yeah," he said, shuddering slightly as an arm slid around his waist.
Jack spent the rest of the day fighting violently with his stupid hormones and somehow managed to win, but not without making Lock upset. He'd made Blaine and Hayden sit between them in Abnormal Psychology and had asked Lock to stop putting her hand in his pockets. His girlfriend walked silently to the Bronco, put her bag in the backseat, and climbed in, slamming the door. Jack got in as well and buckled up, his guilt chewing on him roughly. Lock started the vehicle and pulled out of her parking spot; then she spoke.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" she growled dangerously. "This morning you're all over me and now I'm not even allowed to sit by you! I'm surprised that you aren't sitting in the back seat!"
"Babs," he sighed, "it's just. . .I've been having guy issues all day. . .Just the smell of you is enough to turn me on beyond belief. . .I. . .didn't want to be embarrassingly aroused in school today. That's why I was being so offish. I'm sorry, beautiful."
"Why. . .Why didn't you tell me this?" she asked, her bad mood vanishing immediately. "That would have saved me a lot of useless anger and frustration!"
"I'm embarrassed!" he whined. "Lock, I haven't been this. . .horny since I was like sixteen!"
"Jack!" she squeaked, blushing.
"What?" he smirked innocently.
"How can you be. . .h-horny?" she barely breathed the word. "You were so uncomfortable just a bit ago."
"Well. . .I know how I can be so horny," he said, chuckling. "But. . .seriously. . .I guess that both my body and my mind have agreed to give it a shot or something."
"Oh. . ."
"Umm. . .Can we still celebrate my good job on the test?" he asked softly. "Or are my feelings gonna be an issue?"
"No issue," she said, giving him a sly grin. "Might actually be in your favor. . ."
Oh, dear god, please let the house be empty, he prayed, already squirming in his seat. I'm begging you!
A comfortable silence settled over them as she drove home, but Jack's mind was still loud. By the time they were home, his loose jeans felt too constricting, and he had to stay put while Lock went inside. Twenty minutes later, his body had cooled off enough for him to move, and he carefully got out of the Bronco, grabbing his bag. When he walked in the front door, silence greeted him, and he rushed upstairs excitedly.
We're alone! He thought happily as he bounded up to his room.
"Babs?" he called, opening his door. "Wow. . ." he breathed when he was greeted by candle light. "Ok. . .Really wow," he purred, spotting Lock lying on the bed in her adorable Zim shorts pajama set.
Lock blushed softly, chewing her lip, and gave him one of her adorable looks. Jack let his bag drop to the floor, kicked off his shoes, and crawled onto the bed. His girlfriend opened her arms, beckoning to him, and he eagerly settled on her carefully, stealing a kiss.
"Hey, this is supposed to be all about you," she said as he pushed her shirt up.
"Yeah, well, doing this is something that I love," he grinned, touching her sides. "A lot."
A whine and shudder were his response and he smiled, moving so he could kiss her stomach. Jack kissed each and every star on her belly, nibbled at them, and let his tongue trace them as well. Lock whimpered and squirmed and he hooked his fingers under the elastic band of her jammies.
"No way, tiger," she said, grabbing his hands.
"But Lock!" he whined in protest.
"No," she said firmly, managing to flip them over. "This is about you and only you this time."
"But I wanna--!" he pouted.
"Jackie, please," she whispered, blushing.
"Babs, I really want to!" he pleaded. "It. . .really makes me happy! I love doing that for you!"
"Not this time," she muttered, still blushing. "Please?"
"Why?"
"It's. . .not a good time," she said, giving him a look. "Do you get what I'm trying to say?"
"Oh. . .OH!" he squeaked when her words sunk in. "Yeah, I get it now. . .Sorry. . . Guess I'll have to come back in a week or so. . ."
She smiled at him and kissed his nose, undoing his tie. The red strip of material was thrown aside and she started unbuttoning his shirt next. His heart started beating harder as she slowly undid each button and he was very aroused by the time his shirt was off. Lock pulled back, giving him an amused look, and slowly let one finger trace down his sternum—all the way to his navel.
"You're teasing me," he whimpered painfully.
"I thought that you loved foreplay," she said, blushing. "You're always telling me how it's the best part. . ."
"It is," he said, shifting his hips. "But. . .Fuck, these jeans are tight as hell. . .and they're my loose jeans."
"Oh," she snickered shyly. "I believe there's a simple solution for that. . ."
He groaned as she slid off to his left side, her motion causing his jeans to rub painfully, and he watched her hands closely. Nimble fingers slid the button on his pants through the hole effortlessly and the zipper was slowly pulled down. Jack sighed in relief as the pressure from his constricting jeans left him and lifted his hips to help his girlfriend push the bit of clothing down his legs. He grabbed her face and pulled her into a deep kiss, kicking his pants off the rest of the way. Hands played with his tummy, toying with his happy trail, and then fingers brushed over his bat tattoos.
"Oh," he moaned, squirming his hips.
She giggled softly and teased that special spot on his pelvis. Jack groaned, glancing toward his aching erection, and whimpered in embarrassment when he noticed the growing wet spot on his boxers. Lock's eyes followed his gaze and when she saw what he did, she let out a small noise, and gave him a shy, but loving look as she slid his boxers down his legs. He bit his lip in anticipation, watching her closely, and tried not to cry out in pain as she leaned down to kiss the scar on his thigh.
"Babs," he groaned through clenched teeth, "I don't want your. . .mouth. . .umm. . .that close. . .And I don't wanna rush you, but I fuckin' hurt."
"I'm sorry," she breathed, leaning up to kiss him. "And you're not rushing me, Jackie. . .This is about you and what you want."
"Oh," he moaned as her hand closed around him. "Fuck, Lock. . .tighter? Please?" he whimpered, needing more pressure. "FUCK!" he cried out loudly when she complied readily.
Jack was possibly the loudest he'd ever been during something like this; crying out praises and Lock's name over and over; growling and moaning in between pants for breath; and he'd let out the loudest cry as he climaxed. When he was done releasing, he lay limply on the mattress, covered in sweat, and basked in his warm afterglow. Lock gave him a soft kiss on the lips and darted off to wash her hands. He had to force himself to get off of the bed so he could go rinse off and his legs were rubbery, making him stumble to the bathroom.
"Are you ok?" Lock asked, looking at him worriedly.
"Mmm hmm," he hummed, nodding. "I feel like freaking goo. . .And it's the best feeling in the world right now."
"Good," she smiled, blushing. "Does the bed need changed?"
"Oh yeah," he nodded, blushing as he stepped into the shower—he'd made a real mess this time, not to mention the sweat factor.
"Ok," she said, leaving.
Jack turned on the water and rinsed himself off, as well as giving himself a quick body scrub too. He stepped out, dried off, and walked back to his room—completely naked. Lock was just finishing making the bed and he crawled in, collapsing to his back. His girlfriend giggled and he made a noise, patting the bed beside him.
"Can't even talk now, huh?" she asked, laughing as she snuggled up to him.
"Nuh-uh," he grunted, grinning.
Shit. . .Was my being so loud embarrassing to her? He wondered. She's never heard me get like that. . .she doesn't even know I can get like that. . .
I'm shocked the neighbors didn't call the cops, desire chuckled. And it's a damn good thing you're home alone!
"Babs? Umm. . .Did I embarrass you?" he asked, feeling himself blush. "I was pretty loud. . ."
"Uhh. . .Well, the cops aren't banging down the front door," she laughed. "So, no, you weren't too loud. . .I've actually. . .missed hearing you like that. . .I mean. . .Hell. . .Umm. . ."
"Oh," he said, stifling a yawn. "Shit. . .I'm sorry. . .I'm usually not tired after. . ."
"I know," she smiled, kissing his chest. "It's fine. . .God, I've missed this so much. . .The closeness that. . .being intimate brings. . ."
"Me too," he sighed, tipping her face up for a kiss. "I've. . .needed this. . .Thank you."
"Umm. . .You're welcome," she whispered, blushing cutely.
"Snuggle time," he yawned, pulling a blanket up over them. "Or nap time, I should say."
"Mmm," she hummed, snuggling into him. "I love you, Jackie boy."
"I love you too, gorgeous," he said, kissing her head. "So fucking much."
"Take a nap if you want to," she whispered, burying her face in his chest. "I plan on one."
He chuckled and closed his eyes, taking a much needed nap.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
It was finally Spring Break! All Lock did was lounge around and catch up on sleep; she literally lived in the bedroom almost twenty-four hours and everyone thought she was depressed. She started wondering if she were depressed when stuff that used to make her happy no longer made her feel anything, not even Jack made her smile lately. Lock was lying in bed, curled up on her side, and listened as rain beat down on the windows. She jumped when lips suddenly pressed to her clothed side, looked down to spot her boyfriend, and brushed him away firmly.
"Baby, tell me what's buggin' you," he whispered.
"Nothin'," she growled. "Go away."
"No," he said firmly, kissing her side again. "We have the whole house to ourselves and I want to spend some alone time with you, dammit."
"Get off of me!" she snapped, flipping him over and pinning him down to the mattress. "I don't know what's wrong, ok? I'm just sad for no fucking reason!"
"Let me help you," he murmured.
"You can't help!" she cried, beating on the pillows on either side of his head. "I don't know what's wrong!"
"Don't have to know what's wrong to help you feel better," he said, flipping them back over easily.
"Jack!" she growled, trying to push him away. "Dammit!"
"I love you," he whispered, kissing her nose. "And I will make you feel better. . .If you'll let me, gorgeous."
"I don't know if you can," she muttered.
"Let me try," he purred, kissing her jaw. "If I can't make you feel better then I'll leave you alone. . .Or keep trying. . ."
"Mmm," she hummed, smiling half-heartedly.
"So. . .Can I try?" he purred sweetly, touching her sides.
"I guess," she sighed.
An evil, playful smirk crossed his handsome face, and he climbed from the bed. Lock watched him curiously, still feeling rather blue, and sat up against the headboard when he gestured to her. Jack's hazel eyes sparkled as he looked at her and she just watched him blankly. Slowly, he lifted his shirt up, revealing inch after inch of his gorgeous inked flesh, and she started feeling something aside from depression for the first time in days. She shifted a little as his shirt was discarded, unable to take her eyes from him, and blushed furiously as he toyed with the button of his jeans, biting coyly at his lip. Jeans slid down his slender hips, falling to the floor, and she squirmed a bit on the bed as he stepped out of them. Why did he have to be so sexy and cute all at the same time?
"Your turn," he said in his 'bedroom' voice, crawling onto the bed once more.
"Jackie!" she squeaked, blushing as he started pushing her shirt up.
He just purred and managed to pull the pajama shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Lock shuddered as he looked her over, feeling incredibly self conscious suddenly, and tried to cover herself up with her arms.
"Don't," he scolded softly—lovingly—and batted her hands away. "You are gorgeous and I wanna soak it in."
"Jackie," she giggled, blushing as he looked her over.
"I've missed the sound of your giggle," he sighed, kissing her lips softly. "How am I doin' on making you feel better?"
"It's working," she whispered.
"Good," he grinned, kissing down her bare shoulder. "Should I keep going?"
"Y-yeah," she stuttered, shivering happily. This was just the thing she'd been needing; some undivided attention.
"Mmm," he growled, easing her farther down the bed.
She yelped softly when his lips met her lace bra, the feeling was so familiar and so missed that all she wanted was more. Jack's lips left hot kisses all down her torso, even as his hands ran up her back, and he had her squirming and trying to get more from him in no time. Hazel eyes glowed as they looked at her, lips curved into a wicked smirk, and his fingers slid under the band of her jammie bottoms. Lock whined as he slowly eased them down her legs, lifting her hips to help him, and looked at him once they were off, wondering what was next. Jack moved down her body, kissing a trail as he went, and when he started nibbling and kissing her legs she was happy that she'd made herself get a shower earlier.
"Ah!" she yelped when his tongue flicked the back of her knee. "Jack!"
He chuckled, doing it again, and she twitched reflexively—if tickled and felt weird, but good. A mark was left on her leg, just under her knee, and then another was made just above it. Fingers roamed her bare flesh, searching for old sweet spots as well as new ones, and she whimpered when his thumbs brushed that spot on her pelvis. Jack's fingers teased her hips, driving her absolutely crazy, and she arched into him.
"Please?" she begged. "Jackie, please. . ."
"Please?" he taunted, slipping his fingers under the band of her panties. "Are you asking me to stop?" he asked seriously, looking up at her with worried hazel eyes. "Or can I keep going?"
"Please don't stop!" she whined, squirming. "You can keep going, Jackie. . .I want you to. I'm going insane here!"
"Relax, my love," he purred, making quick work of stripping her panties. "We'll get there soon enough, I promise."
Wait. . .Where is this going? She wondered, watching him.
Jack kissed just above her private area, gently holding her hips still, and she whimpered softly. Her boyfriend hummed, kissing even lower, and when he reached that sacred place she jolted back out of instinct and natural reaction—even with him holding onto her. Lock gasped as her reaction didn't deter Jack from what he was doing, he merely continued kissing softly, and she finally arched up into him. She closed her eyes as he pleased her, letting a hand run in his hair, and whimpered loudly when his tongue touched her button.
"Jack!" she cried out, writhing in pleasure. "There. . .Please. . .There. . ."
He complied, lovingly growing more persistent, and it only took a few more short moments so send her over that edge. Her hand tightened in his hair, the other clawed at the blankets beneath her, her toes curled, and her back arched as pure raw pleasure rolled through her body. She started shivering violently as she came down, unable to stop, and blushed hotly when Jack gave her a look.
"Are you ok, babs?" he asked, clearly concerned.
"Y-yeah," she stuttered, shuddering. "I d-don't get why I'm. . .doing th-this."
"It's all right," he soothed, crawling up to curl around her. "Sometimes this happens. . .I think it's the release of all those chemicals or something. It'll pass, I promise."
"O-ok," she murmured as a huge shiver ran through her. "Damn it. . ."
Jack ran his fingers through her hair, curling tighter to her as she shuddered uncontrollably, and whispered soothingly to her. Lock closed her eyes, trying to focus on controlling her shaking, and somehow managed to doze off.
"Babs," Jack cooed, touching her neck, "c'mon. . ."
"What?" she murmured groggily.
"Do you wanna get a quick shower with me?" he asked. "No! I want a nice bubble bath with you. . .What do you say?"
"Sounds nice," she yawned. "But I don't wanna move."
"But bubble bath," he whined dramatically, pulling softly on her arm.
"Go run the damn water," she sighed, sitting up.
Jack beamed at her and scampered quickly from the room. Lock muttered to herself as she climbed from the bed; she felt a little lightheaded as she stood up, but it passed as quickly as it had come on, so she made her way to the closet. She slipped Jack's robe on and went to the dresser for a fresh change of clothes.
"Whoa!" she yelped as her legs gave out and she landed hard on the floor.
"Babs!" Jack called, rushing into the room. "What the fuck happened?"
"I dunno," she whimpered shakily, looking up at him. "I felt lightheaded when I got out of bed, but it passed. . .Then I just collapsed when I came over here."
"Hmm. . .Maybe your electrolytes are imbalanced," he said, scooping her up. "That can make you lightheaded and really shaky."
"How do you know that?" she asked, clinging to him.
"Been in my share of hospital beds for the same thing," he smiled, carrying her to the bathroom. "Gatorade will fix you right up and Bobby bought some the other day. Let me get you into the tub and I'll see if he left any, ok?"
"All right," she sighed. "I'm sorry about this. . ."
"Not your fault," he soothed, setting her on the sink. "Now, let's get this and that off and get you into the bath."
She blushed hotly as Jack stripped her down, but allowed him to do it, and let him help her off the sink and into the nice hot bath water. Sighing shakily, she sank down into the bubbles, and leaned her head on the rim of the tub, closing her eyes. Jack gave her cheek a light kiss and took off downstairs. A few minutes later, she heard the door open more than it was, and glanced that way. In strolled her boyfriend, with two wine glasses, and there was a bottle of cherry-flavored Gatorade tucked under his arm. He kicked the door shut and set the glasses on the sink, pouring them both some Gatorade.
"Wine glasses? Really?" she snickered softly.
"Nothing is too good for my queen," he chuckled, slipping his boxers off.
He handed her a glass of juice and stepped into the tub, sinking down with a hum. He sipped at his drink, set the glass on the rim, and started rubbing her feet—making her purr.
"Still feelin' shaky?" he asked.
"Kinda. . ."
"Drink up," he said firmly, nodding toward her glass. "Once we're done here, I'm gonna help you get dressed and put you back in bed, my love."
"Seriously, what did I ever do to deserve you?" she sighed.
"Well, I just happened to catch sight of you the very first day you were here," he smiled. "And I caught your eye too. . ."
"Way to make me sound like a whore," she grumbled, pulling her feet away from him.
"You didn't let me finish," he whined.
"So finish," she growled.
"I saw you that day and you stole my heart right from my chest with one look," he whispered, blushing very softly. "Even though I was with Kett, I knew you were the one person that I was destined to be with for the rest of my life. . ."
"Very nice save," she smiled, putting her feet back towards him and wiggling her toes.
"Mm," he hummed. "What?" he chuckled when she wiggled her toes harder at him.
"The massage felt nice," she said sweetly, sipping her drink.
"Yeah?" he snickered, rubbing her feet.
"Yeah. . .You have magic fingers," she whispered shyly. "You know just where I need a massage and just how to do it. . ."
"Well, I think my magic fingers are gonna give you a full massage once I have you in bed," he grinned. "You need a good spoiling."
She smiled, pulling her feet away once more, and turned around, putting her back to his chest. Lock wiggled slightly, adjusting to a more comfortable spot, and sighed happily, taking another drink of her Gatorade. Jack wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling into her hair, and let out a sigh. She finished what was left in her glass, put it on the rim of the tub, and closed her eyes, planning on another nap.
"Hey, c'mon, the water's getting cold," Jack muttered, nudging her jaw with his nose.
"Man," she whined. "You're just bound and determined to refuse me a nap, aren't you?"
"No," he laughed, helping her stand up. "You can nap as long as you want once I'm giving you a massage. . .Right now it's time to rinse off, towel dry, change, and crawl into bed."
"Mmm," she hummed, turning on the shower head. "Pull the plug. . ."
"Already done," Jack cooed, joining her under the sprat of warm water.
They rinsed the bubbles from their skin and stepped out of the shower. Jack wrapped a towel around his waist and started drying her off. She whined that she could do it on her own, but her boyfriend ignored her and continued drying her off—which was for the best, seeing as how she still felt terribly shaky. He secured a towel around her body and guided her to the bathroom.
"I will be dressing myself," she said firmly, sitting on the bed.
"Fine," he smirked, going to the dresser. "Then I will be picking out the jammies."
"Whatever," she yawned, stretching slightly.
Jack handed her the Zim bra and panty set she owned, as well as her newest pair of Zim pajamas, and went back to the dresser to find and pull on some boxers. She got dressed and started drying her hair some more. Jack beat her to the brush and sat behind her, brushing out her hair. When that was done, she laid on her tummy, and her boyfriend started giving her a lovely massage that she fell asleep during.
When she finally woke up, it was morning, and she really had to pee. Lock went to the bathroom, relieved herself, washed her hands, and went downstairs. Bobby and Jack were watching a heist movie called High Life and both men looked to her when she came down the steps.
"Stray, come here and look at this guy," Bobby said with a grin. "Tell me if he reminds you of anyone. . ."
She wandered over and stood by Bobby, looking at the TV. A guy with brown hair was walking into a building of some sort; he was wearing jeans and a black leather jacket and suddenly wiggled his butt cutely as he walked—making Lock giggle.
"Reminds me a lot of Jackie," she said, giving her boyfriend a look before she went to the kitchen.
"Told you!" Bobby laughed.
Jack came into the kitchen, grumbling softly, and put his arms around Lock, sighing.
"Does that guy really remind you of me?" he whined.
"Yes," she giggled, looking at him. "But you're much prettier."
"Babs," he groaned, rolling his eyes, "cut it out. . ."
"No," she said, turning in his arms and trying to give him a kiss—only to have him tilt his chin up and out of her reach. "Hey," she pouted, grabbing his face and trying to turn him back to her. "Jackie boy," she whined, "gimme a kiss. . ."
He sighed, rolling his eyes, and leaned down with a smirk, placing a soft kiss to her lips. She hummed, running her fingers in his hair, and deepened the kiss. Jack smirked into it, backing her to the counter, and let a hand run down her back.
"Yup," she grinned when they parted, brushing hair from his hazel eyes. "You're definitely prettier than that guy in the movie. . .Probably a much better kisser too."
"Probably?" he growled softly, giving her a soft glare. "What does that mean?"
"Well, I've never kissed him," she said, shrugging. "So you're probably better at it."
"Oh, I'll prove I'm fucking better," he growled, suddenly kissing her deeply and passionately.
It was painfully slow, but unbelievably full of passion and love. He traced her mouth, making sure to deny her any control, and had her lightheaded by the time he pulled away.
"Ok," she panted, "you're definitely better than he could ever be."
"That's fuckin' right," he said with a cocky grin. "And don't you ever forget that."
"I won't," she sighed, chewing her lip as she looked at him.
"Good," he purred, heading back to the living room—wiggling his butt cutely at her as he left.
She snickered, watching him walk off, and had to shake her head to get her focus back. She got in the fridge and pulled out some fresh fruit for breakfast. Once she had some strawberries and blueberries in a bowl, she went back to the living room, and was tugged to the couch by Jack. She smiled as he wrapped himself around her and started eating her breakfast.
"You feelin' all right, sweetheart?" Bobby asked, looking at her. "Jackie told me that you were lightheaded and stuff yesterday and you slept really late today. . ."
"Yeah, I feel a lot better," she said, munching happily on her fruit. "What time is it anyway?"
"Oh. . .one in the afternoon," Bobby smirked. "And there goes the mailman. . .I'll be right back," he said, heading quickly for the front door.
"A moment alone," Jack purred in her ear, sweetly nibbling the lobe. "Mmmm. . ."
"Jack!" she squeaked as he started biting gently down her neck. "Bobby'll be back in here any minute!"
"Mmm hmm," he hummed, completely ignoring her and moving on down to her shoulder—biting the whole way.
"Jack!" she giggled, squirming as he sucked on her shoulder—leaving a mark even through the material of her shirt. "C'mon!"
He just growled softly and nibbled seductively at her bra strap through her shirt, making her whine. Her boyfriend pulled away quickly when the front door opened, nuzzling the nape of her neck, and wrapped his legs around hers. Bobby walked back into the living room, looking through the mail, and tossed a big manila envelope to Lock.
"I think it's junk," he said. "From some sort of security company. . .Advertising or something. I think it's called 'The Lock and Camera Company' or somethin'. . ."
She nodded in agreement and opened the envelope anyway. There were photos in the envelope and she figured it was of security equipment or something. Lock pulled them out and looked at them—then her heart stopped beating. The first picture was of her tied to the bed on the day she was raped; she was unconscious and half naked and bleeding from her crotch. The next was of Bobby and Evelyn in the room on that day: Bobby was untying her and Evelyn was wiping away blood. Another was of Lock just changing for bed, but she was much closer to the camera this time. Another showed Jack, stark naked, and he was busy toweling his hair. The last several shots were from the day of Jacks automotive test and just the other night: all those photos showed the most intimate parts of their actions.
"What is it, Stray?" Bobby asked, looking at her worriedly. "Lemme see. . ." he said, reaching for the pictures.
"NO!" she yelped, slapping his hands away violently. "No!"
"Bobby. . .Don't," Jack said. "Th-they're personal photos. . ."
"God dammit," he growled, getting up and going for the phone. "I'm callin' Smiths."
"No! He can't see these!" Lock cried, clutching the photos to her chest. "He can't see me in these pictures!"
"Baby girl," he said softly, picking up the phone and dialing despite her protests, "I'm sorry, but he's gonna have to. . ."
"But. . .they're of private things!" she sobbed.
"Smiths, it's Bobby," he said in the phone, walking into the kitchen.
"Jackie, he can't see these," she cried, turning to hide herself in his chest. "He can't see us like this! Not like this. . ."
"Babs, we have to," he said, holding her to him.
"Why?" she grumbled. "We fucking know who did this! It was them! Kett and fucking Zane!"
"But we still need to show Smiths," he murmured.
"I don't want to," she wailed.
"I know, gorgeous," he sighed. "I'm not too keen on Smiths seein' those particular parts of me either. . ."
She let out a tiny burst of laughter at how Jack said the last part, burying her tearful face farther into his chest, and tried to get herself under control. Somehow, she managed to calm down, and just snuggled into her boyfriend. Bobby came back into the room, sitting heavily in the recliner, and he sighed loudly.
"Smiths will be here in twenty minutes," he said. "Baby girl, how are you doin'?"
"Better," she murmured, looking at him. "I still don't want Smiths seein' these god damn pictures."
"I know, sweetheart," he whispered, reaching over to stroke her hair. "You know. . .it's not like he's gonna enjoy looking at them."
"I know that!" she squeaked, blushing. "But still. . ."
Twenty minutes later, Smiths and some tech guys showed up, and Lock reluctantly went into the kitchen with the old cop. They sat at the kitchen table and she slid the photos and the envelope over to him, blushing hotly. The man took them and briefly looked them over before putting the photos back in the envelope.
"I just thought it was junk mail from a security company," she muttered, staring hard at the table. "The name. . . 'The Lock and Camera Company'. . .I should have fucking known!"
"Don't do that, Lock," Smiths said. "No blaming yourself. . .I just need to ask you some stuff. . ."
"Ok," she said, feeling incredibly embarrassed. "Like what?"
"Without going back up to your room, could you tell me where the camera might be set up judging from the angle of the shots?" he asked quietly, fishing out the shot of her changing her clothes. "Mainly this one? It doesn't look like the camera angle ever moves. . ."
"Umm. . ." she whispered, blushing furiously as she looked at the pictures. "That's Jackie's dresser. . .The one right by the window. .. But there's nothing on it to hide a camera in or behind or anything. . ."
"Actually, there's a stuffed bear on the dresser," Jack said, coming into the kitchen. "I thought it was yours so I just left it alone. . .I mean, you have so many stuffed animals it's hard to keep track. Jesus, they put another nanny-cam in our room?"
"Sounds like it," a tech guy with blonde hair said, scribbling something on a clipboard and sliding it to Smiths.
Smiths scribbled something back and stood up, motioning to Lock and Jack. They followed him outside and she sat in the passenger seat of the cruiser when he gestured to her. Jack stood outside the car, leaning on the vehicle, and kept his head inside the car.
"The whole house may have been bugged," Smiths said when she kept staring at him. "We're not risking it. . ."
"You still don't know where these fucks are," she growled. "And our house is most likely bugged and we know there's at least one camera!"
"How are we gonna get the camera out?" Jack asked. "They'll see us and know something's up. . ."
"Well, my tech guts have signal jammers," Smiths said. "They'll jam the camera signal and if there are listening devices, those will be jammed up too. . .Plus, we have some equipment that can find the bugs. . .Picks up on the frequency or something."
"God damn them!" she snapped, slamming her hands on the dashboard of the cruiser. "It's not enough to physically rape us? They have to do it mentally over and over?"
"Locket, we're gonna get rid of the bugs and cameras," Smiths soothed, stroking her hair.
"But they will still have who knows how much of this stuff!" she yelled, starting to cry again. "They could have videos, if that really is a nanny cam, pictures. . .Tapes of us talking! God only knows how many hours of tape they have or what they'll do with it!"
"We will deal with that once we get to it," Jack said, leaning down to kiss her head. "If we get to it. . ."
"Sir," a dark-haired tech guy came out of the house with some sort of device in his hands, "we've managed to sniff out three bugs: one in the bedroom, one in the living room, and one in the kitchen. . .We'd like permission to set up the signal jammers."
"Wait!" Lock squeaked. "Did you check the basement? That's my. . .well, it's kinda my bedroom. . ."
"Yes, we swept the basement," the man said. "We've gone over the whole house, inch by inch."
"Could you. . .will you please go over the whole place again?" she asked, wiping at her tears. "Top to bottom?"
The man glanced to Smiths for permission, then gave Lock a smile and nod, and went back inside. Smiths reached over and took her hand in his, squeezing comfortingly. She squeezed his hand in return and suddenly felt sick. She scrambled from the car just in time and puked in a bush. Jack and Smiths both rushed to her side, each man gently rubbing her back, and Jack gently held her hair out of her face.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, standing up straight and trembling slightly. "Everything suddenly caught up with me and really sank in. . ."
"It's all right, Lock," Smiths soothed, helping her back to the police car. "Here, sweetie, rinse your mouth out," he said, producing a bottle of water.
She took the bottle, opened it, and poured some water in her mouth, making sure to not let the mouth of the bottle touch her lips. After swishing her mouth out, she spat the water onto the pavement, and sat back in her seat. The old cop handed her a stick of mint gum and she offered him a weak smile as she unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. Jack suddenly started kissing her temple, trailing down to her cheek, and she blushed hotly when Smiths chuckled softly.
"Jack," she whispered, trying to brush him away, "cut it out."
"No," he replied, placing loving kisses to her jaw line and temple. "Love you too much to stop."
"But Smiths is right here," she whined quietly.
"Locket, I'd much rather see you being cuddled by a man I know you love and that loves you more than anything else in this world than see you crying right now," the old cop chuckled. "It makes me happy to see you so happy."
"I do love her more than anything in this world," Jack cooed, nuzzling her neck.
"You guys are embarrassing me!" she pouted, crossing her arms.
"Oh, I'm sorry," her boyfriend teased, kissing her neck softly.
"Sir," the dark-haired tech guy said, rushing to the car, "we found two more bugs! One was in the dining room and there was another one in the basement."
"Sweep it again," Smiths said firmly.
The tech guys swept the house four more times, until the sun was starting to set, and they finally had the bugs and cameras jammed and removed. Smiths gave Lock a 'bug detector' and signal jammer and stayed with them through dinner.
"All right, Locket," Smiths smiled, kissing her cheek, "I'm gonna go look over and file some paper work. . .You call me if you need anything, sweetheart," he said lovingly. "Ok?"
"Mmm hmm," she hummed, nodding as she hugged him tightly. "You need to let your feelers extend farther, Smiths. . .I need you to lock these monsters up!"
"I know, honey," he murmured. "I'll do it, but it'll take time and hoop-jumping for this old dog."
"You can learn a few new tricks, I'm sure," she snickered.
"We'll see," he chuckled, gently stroking her face. "You take care, Lock."
"Mmm," she hummed, nodding.
Arms wrapped themselves firmly around her waist and a face nuzzled her neck as soon as Smiths was out the door. She giggled as Jack hummed, the vibration creating a tickle, and she squirmed away.
"Stray," Bobby murmured, looking her over with worried blue eyes, "do you want me to stay home? I can always call Mac. . ."
"No, Bobby," she said. "Go to work. . .If you stay home then they win. They want us backed farther into the corner and I'm not fucking budging."
"A'ight," he chuckled, reaching out to tap her nose. "But you had better call me if anything happens or if you get scared. . .And Jack, I want you to lock this house down from top to bottom, got me?"
"Yup," Jack said seriously.
"Baby girl, promise you'll call me if anything happens," he said firmly.
"I promise," she said. "Now, go to work. . .Just. . .check on us when you get home, ok?"
"No problem," he replied, kissing her forehead. "Love you, baby girl. I'll see you when I get home."
"Love you too, Bobby," she smirked.
"See you guys later," he called, heading for the front door. "Remember to lock down!"
"I will," Jack said. "Bye, Bobby!"
"Bye," Lock said, ending in a high-pitched shriek as Jack slung her over his shoulder.
"I feel like lying down," her boyfriend chuckled, heading toward the stairs.
"Jack, I don't wanna sleep upstairs," she whimpered. "Please. . .Could we stay on the pull out?"
"Sure, babs," he said, putting her down. "You get the pull out. . .pulled out and I'll run upstairs and get our bed stuff."
"Ok," she smiled, watching him go up the steps.
Lock worked on pulling out the pull out, removing the couch cushions and piling them to one side, and moved the coffee table and the recliner out of the way. She managed to get the bed yanked out and smoothed out the mattress. Jack came downstairs with his arms full of blankets and pillows and threw them onto the bed.
"Will you get this made up?" he asked. "I forgot something. . ."
"Yeah," she said, already untangling the mess of blankets before her.
She made up the pull out and fluffed their pillows before crawling in and snuggling under the blankets. In the next few minutes, Jack came downstairs, dressed in just his black boxers, and he had his guitar slung on his shoulder. Lock gave him a curious look, arching her eyebrows, and he just smirked, strumming on his guitar as he walked to the bed. His hazel eyes glowed and he quickly licked his lips before he started to sing.
"Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know:
That everything you do,
Is super fucking cute
And I can't stand it
I've been searching for
A girl that's just like you
Cause I know
That your heart is true
Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know:
That everything you do,
Is super duper cute
And I can't stand it
Let's sell all our shit,
And run away
To sail the ocean blue
Then you'll know,
That my heart is true
Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know:
That everything you do,
Is super duper cute
And I can't stand it
You, you got me where you want me
Cause I'll do anything to please you
Just to make it through:
Another year
You, I saw you across the room
And I knew that this is gonna
Blossom into something beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know:
That everything you do,
Is super duper cute
And I can't stand it
No I can't stand it
No I can't stand it. . ."
"C'mere, you," Lock giggled as he set his guitar aside.
Jack grinned and crawled onto the bed, looking at her with his gorgeous hazel eyes. He moved so that he was over her and ran a hand up her side, pushing her shirt up, and he leaned down to kiss her neck at the same time.
"Jack," she groaned as he started sucking on her skin.
"Hmm?" he hummed around her flesh.
"No," she said softly, pushing him off of her.
"Babs?" he whispered, giving her a confused and hurt look.
"I. . .I want. . .innocent snuggling," she breathed, feeling herself blush. "I kinda need it after the day we've had."
"Well. . .Come here then, beautiful," he purred, lying back on the bed and opening his arms. "We can snuggle close and you can fall asleep in my arms. . .Or I can fall asleep in yours."
"Or we can fall asleep together in each other's arms," she smirked, snuggling into his chest.
"That's an option too," he chuckled, wrapping himself around her. "I love you, gorgeous."
"I love you too, handsome," she yawned, moving to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. "Good night."
"Night," he yawned, pulling the blankets up around them.
The two of them drifted off together in one another's arms, safe and content.
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Bobby trudged inside the house well after midnight. He was exhausted and had been like that since his shift had started. He closed the front door, locked it, and sagged heavily against it, sighing loudly. It took a lot of motivation for him to push himself off of the door, but he called up the energy, and started walking towards the living room.
"Damn," he sighed when he saw Lock and Jack snuggled together on the pull out. "Guess I'll be sleeping in the recliner. . ."
He slipped off his shoes and quietly went upstairs. Bobby used the toilet, washed his hands, and stripped his shirt. He shuffled to his bedroom, changed into some pajama pants and a wife beater, and grabbed his blanket and pillow before heading back downstairs. He sat in the recliner, put the footrest out, reclined the chair, put the pillow behind his head, and tucked his blanket around himself. Bobby closed his eyes and quickly dropped off to sleep.
"Robert?" a voice called, bringing him up from his pit of sleep. "Robert?"
"Mm?" he grunted, opening his eyes slowly.
"Why are you sleeping down here in the chair?" Ma asked. "Won't you be more comfortable in your bed?"
"I wanna be close to Stray," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "Just in case. . ."
"Oh," she replied, gently brushing hair from his face. "Well, why not get on the pull out with them?"
"And bother them?" he scoffed playfully. "No. . .I'm fine, Ma. Really."
"All right," she smirked, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Goodnight, Bobby. I love you."
"Night, Ma," he yawned. "Love you too."
His mother went back upstairs and Bobby rolled to his side in the chair, going back to sleep almost immediately. Sometime later, another voice was calling to him softly, and someone tugged gently on his arm.
"What?" he growled quietly, getting pissy.
"Don't you growl at me," Stray said. "I'm tryin' to be nice."
"What, Stray? What do you want?" he asked moodily, still upset. "I'm trying to sleep!"
"I was trying to get you onto the pull out, you asshole!" she snipped quietly, delivering a smack to his thigh. "Thought you'd be more comfortable."
"Fuck. . ." he sighed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. . .Ma just woke me up a bit ago and I just got home after like one or something. . .I just wanna sleep, baby girl."
"Come on," she muttered, getting onto the pull out and patting the mattress beside her. "Up here with us so you can sleep comfortably."
"A'ight," he yawned, crawling up onto the bed with her and stretching out. "Ahh. . .This feels good, Stray. . .Thanks."
"Mmm hmm," she hummed, quickly cuddling up to him. "Now, go to sleep, grumpy."
He chuckled lightly, snuggling into the blankets and the mattress, and wrapped an arm around the girl, closing her eyes. Bobby slept long and hard, and woke well rested in the morning. He also woke with the extreme need to pee. When he got off of the pull out, he glanced back to the sleeping couple, and couldn't help smirking.
Stray and Jack were curled on their sides, facing one another, and their heads were sharing a pillow; their noses were just touching each other. Jack had his hand on the girl's hip and she had her hand placed gently on her boyfriend's neck, with her thumb resting on his jaw. Their undying love for each other was even evident in their damn sleep! Bobby shook his head, playfully grumbling to himself that he felt sick, and hurried upstairs to use the bathroom. When he was done, he washed his hands, and gave his face a quick rinse with some warm water. He padded back downstairs, laughing softly when he saw that Lock and Jack were snuggled even closer, and crawled back into bed, turning on the TV—keeping it very quiet. After an hour or so, Stray rolled over, and wrapped an arm over Bobby's middle, snuggling close to him. He smiled and put his own arm around her.
"Mmm," Jack hummed in his sleep, immediately pulling himself up flush behind his girlfriend—pinning Bobby's arm where it was.
"Dammit, fairy," he grumbled softly, smirking.
"He's clingy. . .Even when he's sleeping," Stray whispered. "Sorry."
"Not your fault, baby girl," he chuckled.
Jack suddenly let out a small growl, grabbing Bobby's arm, and he pushed it away from the girl—somehow pulling even closer to her.
"Still overprotective too," Bobby grumbled, trying to find a comfortable spot for his arm—earning loud growls if he touched Stray.
"Jack, stop that!" she scolded softly. "It's just Bobby!"
To his surprise, Jack quickly relaxed, and he was allowed to let his arm rest on the woman's shoulders. She must have him trained really well by now!
"Thanks," he snickered. "Seems like you've got him trained. . ."
"No," she giggled. "He just. . .needs to know who's in his way."
"Mmm," he hummed. "So. . .Why are you two sleeping down here?"
"Because. . .I just didn't feel. . .like I could sleep in our room knowing that. . .we haven't had actual privacy in who knows how long," she muttered into his chest. "We'll sleep in our room tonight, ok?"
"It's fine, baby girl," he smiled, toying absently with her hair. "Hey, are you getting hungry?"
"Yeah," she yawned.
"Anything special you'd like?"
"Do we have biscuits?" she asked sweetly. "And bacon?"
"Yes and yes," he said, smirking. "Let me guess. . .You want bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits?"
"Yes, please," she giggled, hugging him.
"All right, sweetheart," he chuckled. "You gotta let me go so I can get up. . .And you may wanna get Jackie up."
"Ok," she yawned again, releasing him.
Bobby slid from the bed, bursting into laughter as Jack immediately wrapped himself tightly around his girlfriend the rest of the way, and he went to the kitchen. He could hear Stray trying to wake Jack up; his brother grumbled inaudibly and then he heard Stray squeal cutely. He peeked back into the living room to make sure that she was all right and saw his brother lying on top of the squirming girl. Shaking his head, he went back to the kitchen, and started making bacon.
"Jack! I need to use the bathroom!" Stray shrieked.
"Me first!" his brother chuckled and Bobby heard the two of them racing up the stairs.
"Hey! Ma's still tryin' to sleep!" Bobby hollered.
"No, I'm not," she laughed, coming down the stairs once the couple had finished stampeding up them. "Good morning, Bobby," she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Mmm. . .Something smells good."
"Breakfast ala Stray," he grinned. "Bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits. . .Good morning, Ma."
"How did you sleep?" she asked, putting a kettle on the stove for her tea.
"Like a baby once Stray convinced me to get on the pull out," he said.
"That's good," she said, smiling. "So, do you have any plans for today?"
"I was actually hoping to spend the day with Ransom," he said quietly, blushing. "And maybe the night. . ." He had the strongest urge to just be with the girl and didn't know why.
"Oh," she grinned, patting his arm. "Just remember to treat her like the lady she is."
"I always do, Ma," he murmured, turning a bright red.
"Do what?" Stray asked, bouncing into the kitchen—with Jack hot on her heels.
"Nothin' that concerns you," he replied with a smirk. "Trust me."
"Ok," she drawled, giving him a brief look.
As soon as everyone ate, Bobby left for Ransom's. He jogged up to her apartment, knocked on her door, and pounced as soon as the girl opened the door. She squeaked in shock as he gently grabbed her face and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.
"B-Bobby?" she gasped when he pulled back. "What's all this about?"
"Just needed to be with you," he growled softly, shutting and locking the front door. "Felt like this all morning. . .Need to forget all the bad shit happening to my family right now and you make me forget the world even exists."
"Bobby!" she squealed as he scooped her up, making a B-line for her bedroom.
He put her elegantly on the bed and stripped his shirt, watching as she slowly removed her own clothes. They kissed over and over as he struggled with his jeans and she whined when he pulled away from her so he could get a condom from the nightstand.
"Forget it," she said, pulling on his arm. "We're ok. . .I'm on the pill and I haven't missed one."
"I am not taking any chances," he chuckled, grabbing his protection. "Detroit can't take any mini-Mercers right now and neither can we, sugar."
His girlfriend made a sound of agreement and pulled him on top of her. They spent almost the whole day in bed, except when they ate lunch, and they ended the day by making love one last time in the shower before the crawled into bed to get some rest.
A loud crack of thunder made Bobby jump and wake up from his deep sleep. Ransom was sitting up on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, and she was shuddering. He could hear the rain just pouring outside and lightning flashed seconds before thunder clapped loudly—making Ransom whimper and jump.
"Hey, sugar," he murmured, sitting up. "What's wrong?"
"I d-don't do big storms v-very well," she whispered. "B-Bobby!" she yelped, flying into his arms when thunder rolled hard enough to rattle the whole apartment.
"It's all right, Ransom," he soothed, holding her close. "I got you."
"Pick up your phone, Bobby! Pick up! Pick up! Pick UP!"
"What the hell is that?" Ransom squeaked.
"My cell," he chuckled, grabbing it off of the nightstand. "Stray recorded her own ring tone. . .That's her yelling at me. . .Hey, baby girl, is that you?" he asked as he answered his phone.
"B-Bobby, can you come home?" the girl whimpered, sounding absolutely terrified.
"What's goin' on?" he asked worriedly.
"I th-thought I heard someone in the alley-thing by the house and then the power went out right after I heard it," she said. "I'm scared. . .And Evelyn got called into the hospital. . .There was an accident involving some kids. . .Bobby, please?"
"Slow down," he soothed, grunting as Ransom squeezed him extra hard as thunder cracked again. "I'll come home. . .I'm bringing Ransom too."
"Why?"
"Storm's freaking her out," he explained, gently prying his girlfriend from his ribs and motioning for her to get dressed.
"Oh, yeah," she giggled softly. "I forgot that doesn't do well with the big storms. . .Bobby! I heard it again!" she squeaked nervously. "It's coming from the back door now!"
"A'ight, sweetheart," he said, yanking on some boxers. "Listen to me. . .I want you to tell the fairy to get the gun out of my room and get yourselves into the basement, ok? I'll be home as soon as I can."
"The g-gun, Bobby?"
"Yeah, baby girl," he replied, struggling with his jeans. "Jack knows how to handle one. . .I'm not saying that he'll have to use it, but just in case. . ."
"O-ok," she stuttered.
"Let's get off of these phones, ok? We don't need them frying on us. . ."
"I'll see you soon, Bobby," she murmured.
"Love you, sweetheart," he said soothingly.
"Love you too," she said before hanging up.
"Is she ok?" Ransom asked, pulling on a sweater.
"She's hearing something outside," he explained, buttoning his jeans. "Ma's not there and the power went out after she heard the first noise. . .She's scared. Where the hell is my shirt. . .and my shoes?"
"Wherever you threw them," she giggled, looking under the bed for his clothes. "AH!" she yelped when another wave of thunder shook the apartment.
"Found them," he said, pulling on his shoes and shirt—hiding a grin. "C'mon, sugar, let's go."
"Oh, crap," she muttered as the power went out while they walked through the apartment.
He sighed and pulled out his lighter, using it to light the way. They ran to his car, trying to avoid getting soaked, and failed miserably. Bobby made it home in record time, even with the pouring rain, and parked in the garage. He unlocked the door and went inside with Ransom close behind him. He made his way blindly down to Stray's room, needing one hand to hold onto Ransom and the other to trace the banister, and opened the bottom door—coming face to face with the barrel of his gun.
"Shit!" he yelped, putting his hands up. "Jack, it's me!"
"Jesus Christ!" Jack gasped, lowering the gun. "You could have said it was you coming down the steps! God, I could have s-shot you. . ."
"It's all right, fairy," he said, his heart still pounding. "Just give me that gun. . ."
"Bobby!" Stray cried, running to him and throwing her arms around him.
"Easy, baby girl," he soothed, hugging her. "Listen to me, I want you three to stay down here while I go outside and check things out. . ."
"No!" she squeaked, clinging to him.
"Stray," he sighed, gently prying her off of him, "it'll take maybe five minutes. . .You guys just chill out down here. . .You got all those fucking candles going. . .When I get back we'll all go to bed, ok?"
"But. . ." she started.
"No buts," he smirked, kissing her nose. "I'll be right back."
He pecked Ransom on the cheek before darting upstairs and outside into the storm. Bobby slowly went around the house, cursing as the wind whipped around him, looking for anything that was out of place, and nearly jumped out of his skin as something crashed into the side of the house—right in the alley way. An empty metal trash can was lying on its side and crashed into the house again as a gust of wind blew. He grabbed it and continued looking. Right behind the house, he found the lid to the trash can, and a sudden gust of wind blew the lid right up on the back steps—effectively smashing it against the back door hard enough to make it rattle on its hinges. He grabbed the lid and set both parts of the trash can inside the garage, then went back inside and downstairs. Stray and Jack were on the bed, snuggled close, and Ransom was lying beside her friend, talking softly with her.
"Our culprit was a trash can," Bobby sighed, stripping his soaked shirt. "The wind blew it over and the lid came off. . .Which is why you heard shit in the alley and the back yard, sweetheart."
"Just a trash can?" she asked, giggling nervously. "No people?"
"Just a trash can," he smirked. "I'm gonna run upstairs and change into some dry clothes. . .I'll be right back."
"Ok," she whispered.
He went back upstairs and went to his room. Bobby stripped out of his jeans and boxers, kicking his shoes off in the process, and yanked on some dry boxers. He nearly jumped out of his skin for the second time that night as arms wrapped around him.
"Hey, Bobby bear," Ransom whispered, nuzzling the bare flesh between his shoulders.
"Hey," he murmured, ejecting the clip from his gun and hiding both parts in the top drawer of his dresser after he got the one bullet out of the chamber. "How are you doing?"
"Better. . ." she replied. "Lock says that the storm's passing over us quickly. . .She's been counting the seconds between the thunder and the lightning."
"Good," he said, yawning. "Let go so I can pull on some jamma pants. . .You won't mind if we all cram onto that bed downstairs, will you?"
"Of course not," she giggled. "It'll be like a slumber party!"
"Good" he smirked, tugging on a pair of pajama bottoms. "Let's get back down there then."
She bounded down the steps first and dove onto Stray's bed in the basement, shrieking about a slumber party. Bobby chuckled and crawled into bed, putting himself in between Stray and Ransom.
"More slumber, less party," Jack yawned, moving to blow out the last of the lit candles on the nightstand. "Night, everybody."
"Night!" the rest of them called to each other.
"Thanks for coming home, Bobby," Stray whispered, rolling over to snuggle into his chest. "I know you wanted some time with Ransom."
"No problem, baby girl," he said, kissing her head. "I love you."
"Love you too," both Ransom and Stray said together before bursting into laughter.
"Sleep," Jack whined, pulling up behind his girlfriend. "Now!"
"Ok, ok," Bobby laughed. "Girls, that's enough. . .The fairy needs his beauty rest."
"That's right," Jack grumbled, moving to slap gently at Bobby's head. "One of us has to be attractive and presentable in the morning."
Ransom giggled softly, snuggling into the free side of Bobby's chest, then sighed, and Bobby smiled softly in the darkness—feeling his heart swell with love before drifting off to sleep.
Goodness! This was one LONG chapter! And it only took me a little over a month to get it posted, yay! I'm free from school for the summer! But I am trying to get a job (still waiting to see if the video place where I live is gonna need help soon), but so far I've had no luck. My muse has. . .decided it's time for a break on its part too it seems. . .All of my muses are being like that lately (which sucks) but I do have ideas for the next chapter, I just need to poke my muses into being cooperative and figure out how stuff will play out. Anyhowzums, I'm totally off to bed! I stayed up late just to get this posted for you guys—not to mention, my wrist is screaming at me that it needs cracked and needs some rest from typing and my eyes are threatening to explode from my head for some reason. Leave me some reviews if you please! I think I've lost a few readers due to taking forever and a year to post, but I'm hoping that they'll come back and I have acquired a new fan (yay!) Speaking of which, she's been doing some fan art for these stories and as soon as I get them (I'm not putting any pressure on you, Raggles, I know you have a life and your own stuff going on, sweetie! That comes first!) and I get them their own URLs, I'll have them posted on my profile. And I will let you all know when that happens. Anyhow, review please! *gets on knees and begs sweetly*
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