I really really struggled with this chapter for some reason and I'm sorry it took me so long to get to you! (forgive me?)
under you i feel your blood flowing out slowly
under you let go completely feeling you take over me
take over me
Better Than Ezra, "Under You"
He got her inside and to her bedroom. Helped her with her boots and hesitated, but ultimately put her to bed fully dressed. He pulled the covers up and she smiled at him. Curled her fingers into his shirt and tugged him down to her.
"Don't leave," she said.
He frowned. Maybe he shouldn't. He had no idea what or how much she'd been given, and with her size.…If he left her alone and something happened he'd never forgive himself. He could hang out until her dad got home and then tell him what had happened, and he could look out for her the rest of the night.
He took off his boots and crawled in next to her, on top of the blankets. She turned toward him, snuggling close, and made a frustrated noise at the barrier between them.
"You don't want me, Juicy?"
"Liv, babe, you're not yourself. You know I always want you." He slid an arm beneath her and gathered her against him. Her forehead rested against the curve of his shoulder and he shivered at the feel of her breath on his skin.
"Sleepy."
"It's okay. Go to sleep. I've got you."
"'Kay." Her breathing deepened and he thought she'd fallen asleep when she stirred again. "Love you, Juicy. Sorry. Come back. Please come back."
Tears filled his eyes and his head fell forward. He'd only been waiting to hear her say it for two and a half weeks, and now when she finally did she was under the influence of some date rape drug. The worst part was he knew she meant it. But she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, and what could he say to her then?
So last night after those fuckers drugged you at the party…
No. He'd just have to keep waiting. If she could say it once while drugged out of her gourd maybe she'd eventually get around to saying it sober. He just had to make sure there were no repeats of the Katie Adams incident. It wasn't worth it. Not just because he didn't really like Katie, but also because there was no other girl for him besides Olivia. She was who he wanted, period, and if meant waiting her out, fine.
Tara was obviously on his side, so that helped. Olivia would come around eventually. She'd taught him to be patient, ironically enough, and he thought he could apply that lesson to this too.
He laced his fingers in her hair and stroked it back from her face. She was asleep now, and a tiny line had formed between her brows. He kissed it; it smoothed and a little smile replaced it.
"I love you, Olivia," he said. "I can wait."
He must've fallen asleep too, because the next thing he knew he jolted awake, terrified by the sound of a low, angry rumbling. He sat up fast, and Olivia rolled away with a murmured protest. Juice scraped a hand down his face and blinked.
James Gable stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. Juice hadn't closed the door, and he'd thought he would hear the Cougar in time to move safely to the desk chair. Instead James had caught Juice in bed with his daughter…but fully clothed, at least, and on top of the covers while she was under them.
"I can explain!" Juice said, lifting his hands.
"That would be a good idea," James said. He jerked his head toward the kitchen and Juice fell in step behind him. Sat down at the table while James got a beer from the fridge, opened it, and took a long pull. "So?" he finally said. "Explain."
Juice cleared his throat. "Okay, first of all, nothing happened. At all. I mean…" He made a gesture to indicate his clothes.
There was a brief, sharp silence. Then, "I thought you two broke up."
"We did."
James didn't say anything, just watched him with stern blue eyes. Juice squirmed. Geez. Maybe having a dad wasn't so great after all.
"Did she tell you about the party tonight?"
"Yep. At John Patric's house. I was a little surprised she wanted to go."
"Yeah. Not really her crowd." He took a deep breath and let it out. "Somebody drugged her."
He pushed away from the counter all in a rush. "What? Drugged her? What the fuck happened?"
"I don't know, exactly. She was talkin' to these guys, and she had a…" His face twisted. He thought maybe her having a beer at a party was a lesser consideration at this point. "She had a beer. She told me she'd drunk maybe half of it. Anyway, one of the guys was just acting kinda…too friendly. He was taking her upstairs when I stopped them, and she was out of it. Like, stumbling around and slurring and acting really confused."
"After half a beer? And you're sure that's all she had?"
He hitched a shoulder. "No. We weren't together or anything. But, I mean…she doesn't drink. Maybe a little bit sometimes like when she's hanging out with us, Jax and Tara and everybody, but I don't think she'd ever get drunk at a party. Especially not a party like that, at John Patric's house."
"Jesus," he said. He rubbed his face and set his bottle aside. "But you stopped it, right? Got her out of there before anything happened?"
"Yeah. Totally. I got her away from that asshole and brought her home. I thought I should stay with her in case…I don't know. I didn't know how much they'd given her, and she's pretty small. Somethin' like GHB is real strong, you know? Would be easy for her to OD."
He shifted in his chair and looked away. "I guess I fell asleep. But nothing happened, I swear. I'd never do that to her. All I did was take her shoes off and put her in bed. That's it."
James held up a hand. "I believe you, Juice." He stumbled to the table and dropped in a chair, shaking his head like someone had just hit him really, really hard.
"Jesus," he said again. "You try to do everything you can. Try to protect her and…teach her right. You do everything you can, but at some point you gotta let her go to a goddamn party, right? Then something like this happens? If you hadn't been there…"
"Trust me, I know," Juice said, grimly.
"You know the guys who did this?" James said, his stunned gaze sharpening.
"Nah. Don't think they go to South. I can try to find out, though."
"Good. Do that." He paused. "Tell me their names, and then quietly, without her finding out, tell your friends at TM." He met Juice's eyes, and his were hard and cold, like ice. "Do you understand?"
He hesitated. "You know what they'll do to them, right?"
James nodded once, down and up again. "I'm counting on it. I don't much like my daughter hanging around a biker gang all day, but if she's going to do it she might as well get something out of it."
"The second they connected her to Jax and Opie they backed off."
"Good," he repeated. "That's good. Now I want to make sure they regret ever putting their hands on my little girl." He studied Juice a moment. "She was happy with you, Juice. As happy as I've seen her since her mom died. I know she overstepped, telling Gemma about your mother—just like I'm overstepping right now, but I guess it runs in the family—but she meant well. Any chance you could forgive her?"
Juice smiled, small and sad. "Mr. Gable, I forgave her practically the minute it happened. I mean, yeah, I was kinda pissed, but I just needed a little time to get it sorted out in my head. She's the one who told me to stay away."
His head fell back and he let out a strained laugh. "Of course she is. Well. I'm sorry about that, Juice. If I could do anything to help I would, but you know how she is. I can tell you she misses you."
"I guess that's good to know."
James' eyes flicked to the clock on the wall and he frowned. "I saw the truck in the driveway. I'm guessing you left your bike at the Patrics'."
"Yeah. Didn't really seem safe trying to get her home on the back of a motorcycle."
"Come on," he said, pushing himself to his feet. "I'll give you a ride home. We'll swing by there and load your bike into the truck. I've got a ramp thing we can use."
"Sure," Juice said. He stood up and tucked his hands in his pockets with an embarrassed smile. "Thanks, Mr. Gable. For being cool, I mean."
"Cool about finding you in bed with my daughter, you mean?"
"Um. Yeah. That's what I meant."
He gave a heavy sigh, and his expression was grave. "I know you're not the type of person to take advantage of a situation like that. Yes, it helps that you're both fully clothed and you were outside the blankets, but…" He lifted his hands in a shrug. "I trust you with my daughter. Do you understand what that means? I trusted TJ with her and I was about as wrong as I could possibly be."
He grabbed Juice's shoulder and squeezed. "Don't let me down. More importantly, don't let her down."
"I'll do my best, Mr. Gable. I just know I don't ever wanna hurt her."
"That's a good first step," he said. "And please, Juice. Call me James."
The next morning when Olivia pulled in, Juice's bike was in its usual parking spot in his complex' lot, but Ms. Ortiz' car was missing. She must be at work. Or maybe chemo. Olivia hopped out of the truck and smoothed a hand down her leg. She was nervous. She had so much more to say to him than thank you, and she could only hope he took it well.
There was a long silence after she knocked on the door, and she began to wonder if maybe he and his mom had gone somewhere together. Then it opened, abruptly, and his greeting died on his lips as he blinked down at her.
Color flooded her face. He was wearing his usual cargo pants, but he hadn't bothered to put on a shirt. His hair stuck up around his head.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Did I wake you?" It was a little after eleven, but if he'd stayed at her house until her dad got home, he hadn't gotten back until late.
"Yeah, but it's okay. Uh. Come in." He stepped back, then closed the door behind her. He stood a moment, seemingly at a loss, until he finally said, "Have a seat. I'll be right back."
He disappeared down the little hallway and a few seconds later she heard water running in the bathroom. She didn't sit. There were pictures on the wall, Juice's class pictures going back to preschool. She couldn't help but smile: he was adorable. An adorable toddler. An adorable little boy. An adorable, gawky middle schooler.
A noise behind her, and she turned toward it. He hovered awkwardly in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets. He'd combed his hair and put on a shirt. They watched each other, both wary, neither sure how to proceed. Finally Juice smiled a little.
"How're you feeling?"
"Oh," she said. "Not too bad. Woke up with a pretty nasty hangover, but my dad made me breakfast and I took some aspirin. A shower helped a lot, too."
He nodded. Shifted his weight a little and let his eyes travel the room. "Can I get you something? Like a drink or anything?"
"No," she said, a smile touching her mouth. She took a step toward him and he eyed her uncertainly. She hesitated. A fist clamped around her stomach and she swallowed hard. "Juice, about last night—my dad told me what happened."
His brow quirked. "If you came by to thank me or something, don't worry about it. Jax or Opie or anybody would've done the same thing. I couldn't let that guy—" He broke off with a glower. "I could tell you weren't yourself is all."
"You didn't have to stay with me."
"Of course I did. You know how easy it is to OD on GHB? If that's what they gave you. If I'd left you alone and something'd happened I never would've forgiven myself."
After a moment she nodded. Her eyes searched his face for some sign—some hint—that he wanted her to be here more than just to thank him. But his expression was open and affable, and he didn't seem at all stressed or upset. And he still hadn't really stepped into the room.
"Juice," she said, her voice quiet, "please come here."
Frowning, he shuffled closer. A few feet. Still too far. Maybe he was right, though. Maybe it was her turn to go to him.
So she did. Three long strides and she had her fingers curled in his t-shirt. "I'm sorry, Juice. I love you. Please come back."
He stared down at her, his dark eyes wide, and after a moment he raised a hand to cup her face. Tentative at first, but then with more confidence when she leaned into the touch. "You said that last night."
"Did I?"
"Yeah. I thought maybe it was just the drugs."
"I'm not on drugs right now."
"I know it. Olivia—"
"I know you and Katie kissed last night. I remember that part. I don't care. It doesn't matter." She paused and her face scrunched. "Unless you actually like her, and then I guess it does, but I don't think you do because—"
He interrupted the stream of chatter with a kiss, firm and warm and just a bit rough. "I don't like Katie Adams. At all."
"Really?"
"Of course really. C'mon, Liv. You know that. You know you're the only girl for me. You know I love you."
"Really? she repeated, a bare whisper.
He dipped his head to kiss her again. "Yes, really."
Her arms went around him and she pressed close, up on her tiptoes so that she could hug him as tight as she could. "Say it again, Juicy. Please."
"I love you," he murmured into her hair. He brushed his nose over it and took a deep breath. The scent was the same. The feel of her. His hands traced the lines of her back, and when she finally eased away it was too soon. There were tears on her cheeks, and he kissed them away.
"I'm so sorry, Juice. I shouldn't've gone behind your back like that and I never should've told you to stay away from me. This has been the longest few weeks ever. I've missed you so much."
"You don't gotta apologize, Livvie." He couldn't stop kissing her: her forehead; nose; cheeks; mouth. "Don't gotta say you're sorry. Just tell me you're back. Tell me you're mine and you're not gonna go anywhere again."
"I am. I'm not. I'm here as long as you'll have me."
"Forever," he murmured as his mouth closed over hers.
Her lips parted and their tongues rubbed and he felt like he couldn't get her close enough. Her fingers were in his hair, and she tugged it until his head fell back with a groan. She kissed a line down his throat, teeth scraping and lips nipping.
"Bedroom?" she murmured against his skin.
"What—it's—huh?"
She grinned and poked him in the stomach. "Where's your bedroom, Ortiz?"
"Oh. It's…it's down here." He laced his fingers through hers and led her down the hall. He pushed open the last door and paused a moment, almost embarrassed. "Um. This's it."
It was incredibly neat, maybe the neatest sixteen-year-old boy's room she'd ever seen—not that she'd seen many, but neither Opie nor Jax kept their rooms like this. There was a poster of a motorcycle on one wall, and a Metallica poster on another. A desk jammed in the corner, and the only things on it were a cup full of pencils and pens, and a picture. She grinned when she saw it, and she was surprised he'd kept it out after they broke up.
"I remember this," she said. "At the beach."
"Yeah. That was a good day."
"It was," she said. She turned to him, still smiling, and he shut the door. "Where's your mom?"
"Work," he said. "Won't be back till after five."
She bit her lip. "It's not even noon."
"I know."
"I didn't mean to wake you up."
He'd been drifting closer as they talked, and now they were nearly touching. He grinned down at her. "It's fine. I'm glad you did. I mean…I'm glad you didn't wait until later to come over."
"I basically came as soon as…I ate breakfast, took a shower, and headed this way. I really wanted to talk to you."
He brushed the heel of his hand along her jaw. "I'm glad."
"Me too," she said. She felt suddenly shy, as though he hadn't seen her naked before. And that was why she'd suggested they come back here, wasn't it? To get him naked? Now suddenly she wasn't sure.
"It's okay, Liv. We don't have to do anything."
"No," she said. "No, I want to."
He tilted her chin and kissed her. "We can just hang out. Or, I don't know. Take a nap."
She laughed. "Take a nap?"
"What? I was out late last night."
"Ohh, I get it. You're tired. Okay, sure. Nap it is."
"Well, no, I mean, it was just an idea. We can do—whatever."
He had a twin bed, and the idea of a nap snuggled so close to him was appealing. "Maybe nap after," she said with a wicked curve to her mouth.
"After…?"
She stepped into him and slid her arms around his neck. "Do you have any condoms?"
He swallowed hard and nodded as his hands drifted to her waist. "Yeah, babe," he said. "I hide 'em in a shoebox in my closet."
"Wouldn't want your mom to know her baby boy believes in safe sex, huh?"
"Better to preserve some illusions, right?"
She kissed the corner of his jaw and walked away to perch on the edge of the bed. "Maybe you should grab a handful."
"Uh. Yeah. Don't—don't move." He ducked into the closet and dug around for a minute, and when he turned back she'd taken off her shirt. For some reason it felt like the first time all over again, like he'd never seen her bra before, and for a moment he was speechless.
She blushed and looked away. "What?" she said.
"Nothing. Nothing. I just forgot…I guess I forgot how gorgeous you are."
Her blush deepened. He stepped closer, and after a moment he trailed the back of his hand down her chest, over the curve of her breast. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and he grinned. He sat down next to her and she pulled a leg up so that she could twist to face him.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," she murmured.
He carded a hand in her hair and brushed his mouth over hers. She ran her fingers up under his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Leaned down to kiss his chest, trailing her lips down his sternum and flicking her tongue over his nipple.
He pulled her up again and held her face in his hands while they kissed. He tasted like mint, she thought. He must've brushed his teeth when he went to put his shirt on. That was cute. Really super cute. She sucked on his lip and ran her tongue over his teeth while his hands tightened in her hair.
She scooted backwards, toward the head of the bed, and he followed her. Tossed the box of condoms on the nightstand and pulled her down against him as he stretched out. She draped herself over him, his leg between hers, and then they were kissing again, lips and teeth and tongues and hot breath.
He unclasped her bra so she could wiggle out of it, and when she pressed against him it was skin on skin. They rolled over and his palm found her breast; she gasped against his mouth when he caught her nipple between his knuckles. He pinched it a little. Rolled it and tugged.
"You like that, Livvie?" he said.
When she nodded he grinned and moved down to capture the other one with his lips. He nipped and sucked; lathed his tongue over it and then switched. She moaned beneath him and curled her fingers in his hair. He loved the feel of her nipples as they swelled in his mouth, and when he pulled away he smirked at the sight of them, big and rosy. Sexy as hell.
The expression on his face made her laugh, and she ran a thumb over his lips. "Are you gloating, Ortiz?" she said.
"Maybe a little."
"What did I tell you about that?"
He gave an unrepentant shrug. "Whoops," he said. She giggled as he bent to circle his tongue around her bellybutton. His hand hit the button on her jeans, and she nodded when he cast her a questioning look.
"Don't stop," she said.
He slid them down her legs, slowly, caressing her skin as he went, then kissed his way back up. He lavished attention on her scars, licking and kissing and sucking, mumbling endearments against her skin, until she was flushed and panting.
"You're so beautiful, Livvie. Love you so much. Wanna kiss you forever."
She sighed and pulled him toward her by the hair. "Come here, baby," she whispered.
His eyes crinkled a bit as he grinned, and he took his time about it. Long, lingering kisses and soft, teasing licks across her belly. Along her ribs. Over her breasts. When he finally got to her mouth she captured his face in her hands and traced the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue.
"You want me, Juicy?"
He let out a stuttering sort of laugh. "Are you kidding? Don't think I've ever wanted anything so bad in my life."
Her brow furrowed. "But it's been good, hasn't it? I know we haven't—but we've done other things, and I thought—"
"Babe." He kissed her. "It's been crazy good. I'm an asshole, okay? That shit I said when we were fighting was bullshit."
"I don't know. Sometimes when we're mad or upset we say the things we mean most."
"Like that you love me?"
A warm, soft smile. "Yeah, like that."
He paused. Traced a constellation in the freckles on her chest and pressed a kiss to her skin. "I guess maybe sometimes I get frustrated. Not with the sex thing. That's all…I told you before I wasn't ready, and I meant it. So it's been great."
She played with his hair and waited him out.
"It's hard not knowing what you want. And what you want seems to change every week. I know sometimes you don't have it figured out, and so I try to keep that in mind and just go with it, but sometimes I feel like I need a magic decoder ring or something."
Her brow quirked. "I think that might just be the human condition, love."
"Yeah, maybe. I don't know."
She used a finger under his chin to raise his head so that their eyes met. "Juice, listen. Thank you for putting up with my bullshit. Thank you for having patience with me. Here's what I want: you. I want to be your girlfriend. I want the world to know it. I want to hold hands in the hall and make out in my dad's truck and have picnics that sometimes end in sex and sometimes don't. I love you. I want you."
She leaned forward to kiss him, and when she fell back again she was smiling at him. "That clear enough for you?"
"Yeah," he said, grinning, "except…"
"Except what?" she said with a laugh.
"When you say end in sex, do you mean…?"
"I don't know. I mean whatever we want it to mean. Right now, though? Right now I mean sex. You, inside me. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay," he said on a breath.
"Unless you're still not ready, because if you're not—"
"No!" He flushed and his smile turned sheepish. "No, I'm ready."
"Oh good," she said, her tone teasing. She hooked her finger in the waistband of his pants and tugged a little. "You should probably get rid of these."
He reached for his zipper, but she stopped him and did it herself. He wiggled out of his pants and shorts, and when he stretched out on top of her again he was naked, his cock hot and hard between her thighs.
"Baby," she whispered.
She kissed his face and traced every familiar line of it with her fingertips. He smiled and trailed his mouth along the line of her jaw. His hand drifted lower, between her legs to cup her through her panties. She wiggled, and his fingers slipped under the edge of the fabric to brush against her lips. She was wet, dripping and slippery, and he drew in a sharp breath.
"Take these off me, Juicy," she said, almost a whimper, and a few seconds later they were gone, down to her ankles and kicked away.
He let the very tip of his finger slide across her clit, and at the noise she made his grin deepened. He moved down her body again, this time his mouth rougher as he kissed and nipped at her soft skin. Little red marks bloomed in his wake, and when he paused a moment to lick one she squirmed.
"Don't stop, baby, please!"
"It's good?" he said, his voice husky. "This's good?"
She laughed, breathlessly. "Yeah, babe. It's perfect."
He made a low noise, almost a growl, and bit the inside of her thigh. She moaned when he sucked, then louder as he increased the pressure. When he pulled away there was a dark red mark, and he grinned as he kissed it.
"Not where anyone can see," he said.
She giggled. "God I hope not."
He brushed his nose along her slit and kissed her labia. "You want me to lick your pussy, baby?" he rasped.
Her head fell back against the pillow and she panted softly. "Yes, Juicy. Please?"
He let his tongue slide along the same path before he dipped it between her lips to flick the tip across her clit. He cut his eyes up to watch her face as he circled it, barely touching, and as color flooded her cheeks he spread her open and lashed his tongue against her.
"Oh God!" she moaned, her hips lifting off the bed.
He lapped up and down, over her clit and down to wiggle inside. Captured her clit between his lips and sucked, brushing his tongue back and forth across it. He scraped it, just barely, with his teeth and she let out a high, whimpering keen.
"Fuck!" she said on a gasp. "That's so good, baby, so damn good—!"
His nose bumped over the sensitive nub as he swirled his tongue inside her. Lathed it against her G-spot until she was breathless and trembling. The noises changed, became shorter and more desperate, and he pulled away with a grin.
She let out a groan of frustration. "Juan Carlos!"
"Sorry, baby," he murmured as he kissed her. "You're not coming today until I'm inside you."
She moaned and fisted a hand in his hair. She could taste herself on his mouth, mingling with the mint, and she licked his lips and chin clean. He gasped her name and her fingers closed around his throbbing cock.
"Get me one of those condoms, love," she said, nibbling his lips.
He fumbled blindly at the nightstand behind him until he hit the box. Somehow he managed to get his fingers around one of the little packets, and she grinned when he handed it to her. She hadn't let go of him, and the slow stroke of her hand around his aching erection was almost more than he could stand.
"Tell me, baby," she said and ripped the package open. "When was the last time you came?"
He blinked at her, befuddled. "Uh…Monday, I guess? Ran into you at work. Remember?"
"I do remember." She rolled the condom up his shaft and he gave a soft moan. "Why then?"
"Dunno," he said. "No, not true. You and Tara'd been out that day, and when you got there you were wearing that skirt. The black skirt. From the camping trip."
"Ohh." She laughed. "I didn't even think about that."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. I promise." Her head tilted. "Now if it had occurred to me, I'm pretty sure I still would've it."
"You're mean, Livvie," he breathed.
"Am I?" She squeezed him and he groaned.
"Uh huh." His eyes closed and his head fell back. "Fuck, baby, want you so goddamn bad!"
"Mmmm, Juan Carlos, that's what I like to hear."
She slowly eased her fingers off his cock, and after taking a moment to catch his breath, he moved over her. He kept his weight on his elbows and dipped his chin to kiss her: mouth, jaw, cheeks, closed eyelids.
"Love you so much, Livvie," he whispered into her ear. He brushed his nose against the soft skin of her neck, and she sighed, sexy and sweet.
"I love you too, Juicy. Please, sweetheart."
He grasped his cock in one hand and rubbed the tip over her clit. "What, baby? This what you want?"
She bit her lip and nodded. "You know I do."
He let out a hard groan and slid into her, just the head, and paused to watch her face. She smiled up at him, her eyes warm, and he grinned. He plunged in the rest of the way, to the hilt, and her body arched into him.
"Good?" he gasped.
"Yeah, baby. Yeah. So good!"
"Not gonna make me quit this time?" he said with a panting laugh.
"Don't you dare quit. Don't you dare." She drew her legs up to wrap around his thighs, and at the increased pressure against her clit she groaned. "Might have to kill you if you stopped now."
He grimaced. "Good thing I wasn't plannin' to stop, then."
She giggled and kissed his nose. "Move, Ortiz. Please!"
He did as she begged, slowly rocking into her, pressing deep and grinding his hips to work her clit against her pubic bone. Their tongues brushed as he kissed her, and he swallowed her moans and whimpers with an eager noise of his own.
"You feel so good, baby," he said. "So hot and wet. Goddamn didn't know anything could feel so fucking good!"
Her fingers tangled in his hair and her hips moved with him. "Juicy, oh God, yes please yes that's it that's perfect don't stop!"
He'd gotten her right to the edge with his mouth, and now the feel of him big and hard inside her, and the way he moved against her clit, had her there again. She bit his earlobe. The side of his neck. The curve of his shoulder.
He knew her face better than he knew his own, and he recognized that particular lush softness to her mouth. "Come for me, Livvie. Come with me inside you. Come all around my cock, baby."
"Oh God," she whimpered. "Yes Juicy fuck yes oh God!"
It hit hard, an electric rush that sizzled through her. She jerked against him, crying out his name and half-incoherent pleas, and he dropped kisses over her face and down the smooth line of her throat.
"That's it, Livvie, fuck that's so sexy. Love makin' you come, baby, love the way you say my name."
"Fuck, Juicy," she breathed. "Jesus." She pulled her legs higher, around his waist, and his forehead dropped to her shoulder. She ran her fingers down the back of his neck and kissed his temple. "Okay, baby?"
He managed a brief laugh. "Uh huh. Just tryin'…don't wanna come yet. But God you feel good."
She nibbled the curve of his ear. "I bet you could make me come again."
He lifted his head, grinning. "Oh yeah?"
She shifted beneath him and he hissed. She wiggled a little, drawing her legs down his body and pressing them together between his. His eyes widened at the change in sensation: her lips were snug around his cock, and she gasped when he rocked into her.
"You like that?" he mumbled, his mouth hot against her neck. "That feel good?"
"Yes, baby. Yeah fuck don't stop!"
He couldn't thrust, but he didn't care. The feel of her, hot and wet and tight, was better than anything ever, even her mouth, and the sexy little noises she made and the sight of her face…
Her nails tightened against his scalp and she braced her other hand against the wall above her head. Her lips were incredibly sensitive, and he hit her clit every time he moved.
"Oh God," she gasped, high and breathless. "Oh God, Juicy, oh my God that's…" She trailed off into wordless whimpers, and he bit his lip hard.
"So goddamn sexy, Livvie." He planted wet, sucking kisses against her neck and grasped her hips to pull her up toward him. "You love my cock in you, don't you? Love the way I make you feel."
"Yeah Juicy yeah oh God oh fuck yes!" The last word was almost a scream, and this time when she clenched around him he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on. Her muscles rippled beneath his hands and her throat worked but no sound came out.
"Fuck baby fuck that's so hot love you love you love you!"
With a groan and a cry he came, his cock jerking and spasming inside her as she shuddered through her own orgasm. He held her tight, mouthed her neck and shoulder, and she moaned his name in a breathless chant.
"Holy shit, Livvie," he breathed. "Holy shit."
Finally it started to subside for both of them, and he slumped against her, boneless and flushed and tingling everywhere. There was a long silence while they both scrambled for breath, but finally she laughed and stretched.
"Wow," she said.
He groaned and rolled away to get rid of the condom. "Yeah?" he said as he pulled her close. "Wow?"
Giddy, she giggled and snuggled against him. "Yeah, Ortiz. Wow."
He licked away a droplet of sweat that slid down her temple and ran his hand along the length of her body. "I was thinking wow too, but I wasn't sure."
"Juice. Come on. I don't think it's actually legal for people our age to have sex that good. I think there's a law against it. No sex that good until you're at least twenty-five."
He grinned and kissed the spot behind her ear. "Maybe thirty."
Her fingers tangled with his and she turned so that they were face to face. Her eyes were warm on his, her expression intent.
"What?" he said, brow furrowing.
"Nothing," she said with a brief smile.
"Bullshit. Something. What?"
She chewed on her lip and he brushed her hair off her forehead. "I've never been in love before."
"Oh." He grinned. "Is that all? Yeah, me neither."
"It's not funny, Ortiz!"
"I'm not laughing. Not really." He tilted her chin up and kissed her, soft and slow. "We're gonna be just fine, Liv. You and me. Everything else's just details."
He leaned back and his mouth twisted. "And if the sex is this good now, imagine what it'll be like when we're thirty!"
"Hhhmmm." She shoved gently at his shoulder until he rolled over onto his back, pulling her with him so that she straddled his hips. She guided his hands over her breasts and down to her hips. "You still gonna want me when we're thirty?"
"Baby," he said on a breath, "I'll still want you when we're eighty."
She went still, and he tensed. Then suddenly, like a light flipping on, her mouth curved in a huge, breathtaking smile. She laughed and rested her hands against his chest. "When we're eighty, huh?"
"Yep," he said. "Ninety, too. A hundred. I don't know. How long you think we'll live?"
Her shoulders rippled in a shrug that did fascinating things to her breasts. He pinched a nipple between his knuckles and she captured his hand in hers. "Doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, as long as it's you and me."
Their fingers twined together and she squeezed.
"It will be," he said. "It's gotta be. You're mine, Liv. You're mine and I'm yours."
"Oh good," she said and bent to kiss him. "I really like the sound of that."
Uumm. Damn okay. I really need to refocus on this so I can get the main plot into gear and maybe wrap it up sometime. :)
