Disclaimer: Don't own Prodigal Son or Crazy Stupid Love
Summary: Edrisa and Jack go back to his place, now what?!
Notes: I don't particularly like Dirty Dancing so yeah that part from Crazy Stupid Love I'm not doing. Also Jack is Bisexual so if that offends you, opps, i regret nothing. But if he seems like I'm portraying a bisexual man wrong, please tell me so I can make him more realistic.
XOXO
She shouldn't be surprised he has a nice car, she was however, surprised he drove at all to be honest; being a New Yorker she doesn't see too many drivers. She was never a big car person but she recognized the Audi logo on the back and the R8 but the biggest clue she got on it being a good car was the fact that it had 2 doors. Sports cars were supposed to be a big deal.
He opened the door for her to get inside and took her hand in his when he got himself settled in, but other than that, the ride was silent. He turned on the seat warmer for her and for that she was extremely grateful, her clothes were soaked and she was freezing.
It should make her nervous to be alone in the car with him about to go to his apartment. Besides their quick encounters, they didn't know each other at all. She was not the type to hook up with anyone for a lot of reasons. Mainly, because she was almost never propositioned but there were other reasons; her job was one big reason too.
She normally imagines people she sees but doesn't know, as what kind of serial killer they could be. It was definitely strange, she's sure the others at the NYPD would make fun of her more than usual over that knowledge but it makes her feel better to try and read people by the worst they could be.
When she first met Jack, she imagined him being even better than The Surgeon. His charisma, intelligence, wealth, and the way people fell off their feet for him made him sexy but also dangerous. If he was a serial killer, he would be an outstanding one. She would be fascinated by his crime scenes.
Yet she wasn't worried for some reason. It could be because she's heard recounts from his past conquests at the bar so she knew people did make it out alive from his company. Or it could be because she was going on adrenaline right now and wasn't thinking like herself.
He rubbed little circles on her hand while he drove, a little smile on his face. She wanted to break the silence because she hated silences but didn't want to interrupt his peacefulness. He looked content.
He didn't live too far from her, a nicer area of course, about a ten minute drive away. His building has its own parking garage and he had his own space so he didn't have to worry about something happening to his vehicle. A part of her was glad for that, she'd hate for his nice car to get ruined or stolen. He led her to the elevator that brought her to a beautiful condo twenty floors up with a view that was to die for.
"Make yourself comfortable." He mutters as he kisses her neck gently and leads her to the living room to get her a towel and to make her a drink. In almost a daze, she stares at the NYC scenery and feels calm. She can faintly hear that he turned some music on and she finds herself swaying to it. It was an older Ed Sheeran song.
When he finally returns, he first hands her a fluffy navy blue towel, and then hands her a tall glass with a paper straw.
She takes a sip of the drink and is happily surprised to taste it was her favorite. How did he know that?!
"Rum and coke with a splash of grenadine. Cheers." He recites with a smile as he clicks his tall glass with his smaller one and takes a sip. It looked like a double of scotch or rum straight.
She smiles like a goof as she takes a second sip. It was kinda perfect that he remembered. No one ever goes out of their way to remember things about herself.
"I like this song. Do you always play this one or do you change it up to fit the man or woman you bring home?" She asks and looks at him curiously as he starts getting a little flustered.
Maybe he's not used to people casually bringing up his bisexuality but she was genuinely curious to know his moves. This is her first hook up after all and wants to savor it. Also, she's known him for years without really knowing him and she wants to know him a little better.
He takes a seat on the edge of his couch and watches her. He seemed to be studying her and it was making her nerves come back which makes her finish her drink quickly.
"Usually I switch it up. The song has to fit the person." He explains and she looks at him and blushes. The song playing was beautiful and very romantic.
"So you play the perfect song, give them a drink, and then...then you sleep together." She stammers the last part and looks to him for clarification.
"Mostly yes." He answers softly.
"I'm very nervous." She admits to him and he gives her a soft smile. Unlike most directed towards her, this smile wasn't patronizing. It was gentle and warm and it made her feel better.
"I'm sensing that. We don't have to do anything." He reminds her. His demeanor seemed genuine, as if he wouldn't be upset he drove her here for no reason. He didn't seem like the type to call her a tease or pressure her.
"I know but...I do want to. I'm just not used to..." she tries explaining herself and he gets off the couch slow and moves towards her.
"You don't 'hook up'." He echoed her rejection to him all those years ago as he gently took the glass from her hand to put down.
"Why don't we just talk a little. You can tell me about what changed your mind." He suggests and even though a part of her wants nothing more than to agree with him, her eyes darken from frustration. The last thing she wants to do is talk about what happened tonight! After she received the results of the blood and texted them to Bright, he didn't even thank her!
"Oh no! I know how that would go: I tell you my sob story about the guy I really liked treating me like a doormat, while getting super drunk, and then nothing happens because I'll be passed out. No! Tonight we're gonna bang." She says confidently and it makes him laugh.
"Did you really just say bang?" He asked, chuckling.
"Yes! Yes I did, because that's what we are going to do! Now take off your shirt." She demands and he just looks at her.
"Edrisa you don't have to prove anything to me or to yourself. You're a catch. Why do you think I went up to you when we first met?" He asks her softly and the fire in her mellows a little.
She shrugged pathetically because she has no idea why he propositioned her in the first place. Yes, she is a catch, but she's woman enough to admit he's out of her league. He's younger, successful, insanely good looking; and she was just...her.
He slowly puts his hands on her arms, looking to make sure the touch wasn't unwanted, before crouching his head a little to look into her eyes.
"I think you are amazing. I always have. You're funny, smart, and beautiful; I had to try." He says and she can't help but blush again.
"Now, can we please sit down and start talking a little?" He asks, smiling at her.
"Can we still bang?" She asked seriously and he can't help but chuckle.
"Of course." He tells her.
They sit down on the couch together, the couch facing the rain but their bodies facing each other.
"So what kind of doctor are you? I don't think I ever heard? Are you a surgeon?" He starts and she bites her lip before shaking her head.
"No, I'm a pathologist." She mumbled and he had to think for a second as if he had to remember what specialty that was.
"That seems perfect for you given your morbid sense of humor. Now that you mention it, I do remember you saying you worked with major crimes. Do you like it?" He asked and her heart couldn't help but skip a beat that he wasn't freaked out that she worked with dead bodies. Or the fact he listened to her when she spoke.
They talked for hours, laughing, drinking, and just having a nice time. They made their way to his room where they could be more comfortable and she found herself leaning into him as he stroked her hair.
"Can I ask you a favor?" He suddenly asks and a part of her tensed, remembering that was usually all she was good for at work.
"What do you need?" She asked almost fearfully.
"Can you ask me something personal about myself?" He asked in the same voice; as if no other person he's ever been with has ever asked him anything personal before. If that were true, that was kind of sad. He was so amazing, why hasn't anyone wondered about him on a deeper level?
She thinks about it for a moment, wondering if maybe her question was too lame or even too personal.
"Did you always want to be an investment broker? Are you happy?"
She turns to look at him and she can see the sad smile on his face.
"No." He admits.
"I wanted to be a fireman. Took all the steps, courses and was going to become a NYC firefighter but...my dad... he passed away and I had to step up to run his company." He tells her and while she knew his dad passed away, same as her mom; she knew it deeply affected him.
"Are you happy?" She asks him again and he wraps his arms around her and hugs her to him closer. He takes a deep breath and she can feel his lips by her neck again, making goosebumps appear on her skin.
"Today I am." Is all he says and she couldn't help but smile.
The conversation gets more personal but starts getting slow as the night progresses, eventually Edrisa can feel his body's slow breathing and knows he was asleep.
He looked so peaceful. He took his dress shirt off earlier and was wearing a white shirt and sweatpants. Even casual he looked handsome. He was such an extraordinary man and he deserved more than he thought he did.
She untangles herself from his embrace and puts a blanket over him and kisses his forehead.
It was time for her to go. It may not have been the night she had in mind, but it was amazing all the same. Maybe even better than she imagined.
TBC