A/N: This chapter is set in season 2 episode 20. There was just something about that look after they finished talking. Hope you enjoy!
"Somebody's not happy with you." Mandy notes as Julia Logan storms off from the bar.
Leaving Jason rubbing his eyes. "Oh please." He groans. "I don't want to talk about it right now, get into." Jason looks up and signals for the bartender." Can I, uh, get one? Uh, gin and tonic."
"Actually, I'll just have whatever he's having." Mandy butts in.
"Wow." Jason shifts on his bar stool. "Not having your usual?"
"No. Show of support." Mandy says glancing over at him.
"Show of support." Jason clears his throat. He reaches for the drinks that were now in front of them. "There you go. Cheers."
"Thanks." Mandy takes the whiskey. "You want to tell me what's wrong?"
The last thing Jason wanted to do was talk. He stands up from the bar. "Geeze, you have got to be kidding me." He resettles on the bar stool. "Oh, my god. You know what, let me ask you a question. Why does everybody think that something's wrong?"
Mandy shakes her head and takes another drink. "We don't have to talk about it. I'm good. It's fine." She breathes out.
"All right, fine." Jason stares intensely at her. "You want to know what's wrong? You know, my best friend, Ray, he's pulling away from the teams. He's loose and he's going off the rails. I got Clay, who just got shot on my watch. He's back home. He's going through rehab. I don't even know what the odds are that he even makes it back." Jason pounds his fist on the bar. "My old pal Swanny shot himself in the heart in the VA parking lot. He's gone. My daughter, she hates me. I'm constantly worrying about my kids because they're home alone because their mother died. And my AO is so far up my ass because, you know, he doesn't think I know how to run my teams. My teams." He lets out a long sigh. "What, am I supposed to, like feel better now that I did that?" Jason takes a swig of his whisky.
"I don't know." Mandy says at a loss for words.
"I don't know either." Jason agrees.
Jason rubs his hand over his mouth, fighting back the tears. "I don't talk about these things because... I protect the people that I care about. So do you."
"No Jason." Mandy looks over at him. "We don't talk about these things because we want to protect ourselves." Jason's posture changes as he processes what she said. She was right. They had another way of dealing with those feelings, but was that what that look she was giving him meant? "Jace- Jason." He hears her call.
"Uh, yeah?" His stare once again meeting hers.
"We don't have talk." She simply says.
A smirk spreads across Jason's face. "Is that so Miss Ellis?"
"I don't know about you." She shoots him a knowing glance. "But I could use a little," She pauses. "Well, large, if I'm being honest, distraction from what has been going on."
Jason leans in a little closer to her. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a real way with words?"
"I have been told that a time or two." Mandy chuckles. She couldn't deny how much fun she had with Jason. "I'll take that as a yes?"
"It wasn't even question." Jason informs her. "Now the real question is where am I going to fuck you?"
"Hhhmmm." Mandy purrs. "I bet there's a storage closet we can get into." She says with an evil grin.
Jason leans back against the bar stool. "A storage closet, huh?" He glances back at the bathrooms, and sure enough there was a storage room between the two bathroom doors. "Looks like we're in luck."
"Mmhmm." Mandy nods in agreement. "What's our game plan?"
"I'll go check it out, you know, make sure we can get in and such things." Jason stands up and heads towards the back of the bar.
In the meantime, Mandy finishes her whisky while people watching. She glances over and sees Jason closing the door to the closet behind him. She waits another minute before standing and strolling over to the storage closet. "Ah, Jace." Mandy squeals as Jason pulls her into the closet.
He closes the door and pushes her against it. "Don't tell me you can't be quiet, Amanda." He whispers, his breath hot against her ear, sending chill down her spine. "I haven't even touched you yet."
"I'll do my best." Mandy mumbles before crashing her lips to his.
"I don't trust that for a second." Jason chuckles. Mandy Ellis was many things, but quiet while he was buried deep inside of her wasn't one of them.
"Too bad." Mandy runs her hands down his sides, finding his belt buckle. "You should take it as a complement, it takes a lot to turn me into a screamer."
"You did tell me I was a big distraction." Jason chuckles against her neck.
"And you know how to use it." Mandy smirks as she wraps her and around Jason's already hard member.
"Someone likes the idea of fucking my brains out in a storage closet."
"Fuck yes, I do." Jason growls, pinning her against the door before claiming her lips and reaching between to unbutton and unzip her jeans. "I can't wait to bend you over this work bench and feel you cum around me."
"Mm. Fuck Jace." Mandy says her voice heavy with arousal. "What are you waiting for."
Jason steps back and spins her around, nudging her towards the table against the wall to their left. He rips her jeans and panties down her thigs. He takes in the view in front of him. "Goddamn you look fucking hot."
"Thank you." She wiggles back against him. He grips his hips and slams into her. "Fuck Jace." Mandy moans, doing her best to keep her volume down.
"Shit Mandy." Jason continues thrusting at a relentless pace. "You feel so fucking good." Jason's right hand leaves Mandy's hip and travels up her torso until it reaches her throat. "Come here." He wraps his hand around her throat and pulls her into a standing position.
"Jason." She groans a little too loud for Jason's liking.
"I told you to be quiet." He growls before engulfing her mouth with his. Jason's free hand reaches for her left breast and squeezes. He feels her starting to tighten around him. He reaches his left hand into her shirt and under her bra to pinch her right nipple. A loud moan escapes from between their lips as Mandy crashes over the edge. As she contracts in his arms, Jason feels the feeling he knows so well. He pulls his lips from hers. "Fuck." He says breathlessly.
Mandy leans back against him, unable to stand on her own at the moment. She had never been more grateful for his large frame than in this moment. "Shit Jace." She giggles.
He tilts his head down and kisses her. "That was fucking good."
"So good." She kisses him one more time. "We should probably get dressed."
"Yeah." Jason steps back from her and pulls up his jeans. "I don't think I locked the door."
"Jesus Jace." Mandy chuckles as she puts herself back together.
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit of a risk taker." He laughs.
"Nope, I hadn't thought that once." She walks over to him and kisses him one last time.
"Just so we're clear, I'm fucking you in more public places." Jason tells her in a husky voice.
"Normally I object to being told what to do, but..." A devilish grin spreads across Mandy's face. "I want a repeat of what just happened.
Jason slaps her ass before opening the door. "And you'll get it."