They spent the day apart, each doing their own thing. That night she
headed to bed early, hoping he would soon join her, their day apart had
only drove her to want him more. It was around ten o'clock, and he still
hadn't shown. She stared at the door, just waiting for it to open so she
could see his face, his strong shoulders and his lean frame. She sighed,
the door hadn't opened yet, but she knew it would, well she hoped it would.
She thought of the night before, she had wished he would have said he
loved her, but he hadn't. She placed her head on the pillow, and looked up
at the ceiling.
He walked into the kitchen, to find his mother sitting at the table. She gave him a frown that he knew very well what it meant, 'I know you did,' and it was obvious she wanted him to admit. But he had no clue what he had done, at least that she could of found out about. He came to the conclusion that he hadn't done anything, not that he could remember.
She took a breath and stared up at her son, "Is there anything you want to tell me about?" she asked in her nosy way.
He shook his head.
She nodded, "No, pretty girls upstairs that you, have an interest in?"
He shook his head, but she always saw through his lies, there was no need to even lie, but that didn't stop him.
She studied him, "You were always a terrible liar," she sighed in an annoyed way. "Jess I can't believe you slept with her last night," she said in a disappointed motherly tone.
Jess looked at his mother, "What are you talking about Mom?"
"I would have been fine with you two sleeping in the same bed, but Jess you didn't even tell me you're seeing her, and then you do that in my house!?"
He looked at her, how could she have known about 'that'?
She looked at him and shook her head, "Jess you left it in the garbage can," she said as if it were obvious.
He looked at her, he paused smirking, "You went through her garbage?" he mocked her, turning it all around.
"Oh no, don't you turn this on me, I know its yours who's else could it be Jess, you do not think I'm that dumb, do you,"
He looked at her, and smirked unable to keep it in.
"I like her Jess, I'm glad your being safe but, can you please not do that in my home,"
He nodded.
"And you don't need to sneak around either, you can sleep in the same room." She smiled, still a little disappointed, but he was Jess, and she knew she couldn't stop from doing anything, she was better off just giving him some space.
He nodded, "Good night mom," He said as he wondered away. He walked to her door, opening it up.
She heard the door, and she shot her head up, smiling wildly at his arrival.
He smirks as he shuts the door, he walks over to the side of her bed, taking off his pants and shirt before settling in between the sheets with her. He smiled as she kissed him, she had gotten better, and she had gotten daring. For some reason though, he couldn't move that far with her, maybe it was his mother, this was the first girl she liked, the first girl she approved of. She trusted him, and unlike most other times he was going to live up to her trust. For the first time he was going to try live up to the trust she had always held for him. However it was tempting, no one had ever felt so good, he shut his eyes as he pulled away, taking a breath. "Not tonight," he whispered, with his eyes still closed. Breathing hard, trying desperately to control himself, one thing he was never good at. He opened his eyes, studying her face. Puzzled, she looked lost, not knowing what to do next.
Why did he want her to stop, isn't that what he came in here for? This was all to confusing. His eyes tightly closed, his breath hard and heavy, his face slightly flushed. Is this what she did to him? She had no clue she could do that. What to do next still remained a mystery to her. A leader in the bedroom she was not, she had so much to learn. She had lost her last bit of innocence the night before. He held it in his hand, the night before, teasing her, testing her with it, making her want him, moan for him, and now he was pulling away, and she didn't understand why.
He looked at her and moved his body over hers, he smirked and kissed her neck, traveling down her chest, then pulling her shirt off. He watched as she blushed, he smirked and continued down her body, pulling her sweats off her body. Her shade of pink increased as she lye there in her black underwear. He moved back up her body kissing her lips again. "Don't jump," he whispered cocking up an eyebrow smirking. He kissed down her chest, working on her bra's clasp, he pulled it off throwing it to the side of the bed. His mouth moved eagerly down her body, sucking and nipping on every inch of her upper body then moved slowly down her stomach, kissing along the rim of her underwear.
She didn't realize what he was doing until she felt his fingers trace around her hips, and tug down wards. She sprung back sitting up pulling her legs to her chest. She stared at him, she didn't really want to do that, it was gross and disgusting, why on earth would he want to do that? God, this was all to odd, there was so much more to sex, then what she had read and expected.
He looked at her, her knees to her chest, her hair hanging wildly all over her shoulders, cocking up an eye brow, "I told you not to jump," he muttered, as the smirk over took his face. "It'll feel good I promise," He grabbed her foot and pulled her under him in a second. His mouth moved over hers, trying to reassure her, her whole body was tense, her kiss was nervous, worried, more then she had been the night before.
She broke the kiss, staring down at him, as his tongue traced over were his lips had been, his body settled in between her tense legs, "Jess, no, you don't. don't.please, Jess," she tried to stop him, but all she felt was his gentle fingers removing her last bit of clothing. She felt his fingers move up and down her legs, it felt good.
He took off the last bit of clothing, tracing his fingers up and down her velvet legs again. He moved his mouth down her legs, and back up again. He watched as her eyes shut tightly, her chest rose slow and heavy as if something sat on it, could he really do this to her, only a night after their first sexual encounter? Was she that nervous about this, while the night before she was calm. He continued up her legs, nipping along the inside of her thigh, he moved to the other leg teasing her, coming close then moving back again, biting the inside of her leg lightly.
She couldn't breath, she felt his mouth move over her, then his tongue, she tried to jump as she felt his tongue, but he held a firm grip on her hips, holding her in place. She gasped when she felt more, she bent her knees and curled her toes, she moaned his name, as her body quivered, while her fingers mangled in his hair. The warmth traveled up her body, lighting it on fire as she arched her back.
He felt her fingers entwined in his hair, tugging it with pleasure. He could hear her moaning his name, he could feel her legs tighten around his shoulders. No else had ever made her moan like that, only he held her innocence, she had given it to him and no one else, in fifteen days he won her heart, her innocence was his victory prize. He moved his mouth along her stomach again, and pulled his head up it look at her. Her face was flushed, her breaths were quick and heavy and her eyes still closed.
Breath, she told herself as she forgot to, she opened her eyes and looked up at his figure, that sat still on his knees still on the end of the bed. She sat up and looked at him, still breathless. She covered her chest with her arms, still unable to breath as he moved towards her. She fell into his arms still gasping for air, her body still weak, and tingling with the heated pleasure. Her bare chest rose and fell quickly, against his.
He kissed the pulse of her neck, nuzzling the hair away with his nose, placing his cheek on her shoulder, something he hadn't done before. "Did you like it?" he asked quietly into her neck.
Her head rested on his chest, surrounded by her long wavy hair. She swallowed trying to regulate her breathing pattern, "You held me down," she breathed.
"You liked it," he muttered with sarcasm in his tone.
She was thankful he couldn't see her smile, because the truth was, she did like it, instead she just said nothing.
He sighed with satisfaction, he could feel her smile form on his chest, and he could feel her warm air that surrounded her as she breathed out, he could feel it all. He pulled away, pushing the hair out of her face as she looked up at him. He smiled as she started to laugh, "What's so funny?" he asked.
She shrugged, she had no real reason to laugh, but she was laughing. She sighed smiling and pulled the sheets over her body. She fell back into the bedspread surrounding herself in it.
He stared down at her small thin body wrapped up in a blanket, she didn't even have to put anything on, and she was beautiful, stunning in just her flesh. He placed himself on his side next to her.
She rolled over on to her side facing him, she reached out and touched his hair, trying to put it back in place but, it wasn't working. She sighed and glanced down at her other hand, lost in his touch, entwined with his fingers. "How do you do that?" she asked looking questionably into his eyes.
He raised his eyes, looking into hers. He had no clue what he was talking about, he shrugged, "Do what?" he asked.
She studied his lips, he talked from the side of his mouth, not in an odd way, but an attractive way, she hadn't seen anyone else talk in. His horse voice, so sturdy and strong. "When you touch me, you make everything go away," she whispered and glanced down at his fingers, touching, each and everyone of hers, sending tiny sensations she had never really felt before. He hadn't answered so she decided to go on, "You give me this feeling, I don't know what it is, but," She looked up at him again. "It feels good, I don't feel so alone,"
He just nodded and continued with what he was doing. He knew what she meant she could do the same to him, with one look he would be on his knees. Her skin was like satin, yet he could still feel the hard ship in her hands, they still had that tense feeling of the cold, lost girl he had found that night. He knew that he'd never be able to know her like that, to know every detail of her life, it would probably be to complex for him. In a matter of sixteen days, he was on his knees for her, he would do anything for her. "I've always been lonely. I don't feel it anymore." He glanced up, looking into her eyes.
She ran her hand along his sharp jaw line, "Me too," she whispered leaning in to kiss him. He still hadn't said it, a breeze of disappointment swept over her. Maybe he didn't feel it, but she could feel it, all of it. It was growing on her heart, a burning sensation of joy in his presence. That feeling was just too real, those pains only he could fix were mending, yet he wouldn't say it yet.
The next morning Rory sat with Liz, at the table. Liz looked out the window, seeing Jess's packing up his snow covered car, she looked back at Rory. "I saved all my money for a year to buy him that car," she looked over at Rory and smiled, "I gave it to him, and I didn't see him for a week," she laughed, looking down into her coffee. "He gave me such trouble, he just started to calm down about a year ago," she said smiled softly.
Rory nodded.
"God, he was hard to raise," she stared out the window again sighing, "You guys don't have to leave today ya know, you've only been here two days,"
Rory nodded she wished she didn't have to go. "I know, But he wants to so I guess we will," she said as she looked out the window at Jess loading the car. She felt Charlie, scratching at her legs, she looked down and reached for her.
Liz watched the young girl across the table smiled as the dog licked her face. Where did Jess find this one, he had certainly gotten lucky when he found her.
Jess walked into the house, kicking the snow off his shoes, "Ya ready, the car's packed," he stated walking towards the table.
Rory nodded.
"Jess, why don't you stay and leave tomorrow?" Liz she asked quickly.
He shook his head, "No I wanna get home, I miss the city." He said smirking at Rory. "Lets go," he said in a sweet tone.
Liz watched the two, she had never seen Jess like that, most girls he ignored, this one he would listen pensively, he would talk sweetly, he would have this burning look of desire in his eyes. They both looked like they were lost in each other.
They loaded the last bit into the car, said their good byes and then they were gone.
The trip back was fasted then the trip up, they didn't talk much. His hand held tightly to hers the whole time. Matchbox Twenty's 'Hand me down' played through the car, the song struck a cord in his memory, and reminded him of her.
Someday they'll find your small town world on a big town avenue
Gonna make you like the way they talk when they're talking to you
Gonna make you break out of the shell cause they tell you to
Gonna make you like the way they lie better than the truth
They'll tell you everything you wanted someone else to say
They're gonna break your heart, yeah
From what I've seen
You're just a one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Somebody ought to take you in
Try to make you love again
Try to make you like the way they feel
When they're under your skin
Never once did think they'd lie when they're holding you
You wonder why they haven't called
When they said they'd call you
You start to wonder if you're ever gonna make it by
You'll start to think you were born blind
From what I've seen
You're just a one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
I'm here for the hard times
The straight to your heart times
Whenever it ain't easy
You can stand up against me
And maybe rely on me
And cry on me, yeah
Oh no, no, no
Some day they'll open up your world
Shake it down on a drawing board
Do their best to change you
They still can't erase you
From what I've seen
You're just a one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Lay them down on me
Oh yeah
You're just one more hand me down
And all those nots don't give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down, on me
He swallowed as the words ran through his head, it was her, the small town girl, and hurt in a big city, but he found her. He wanted her to show him all her battle wounds, he wanted to heal them.
He smirked as he drove into the city, this was home. The familiar roads lead him to his loft, he parked the car and headed upstairs. Home, nothing like home.
Two weeks later, they had grown closer, she had moved all of her things into his room. He still hadn't said the words, and she often wondered. But, she was at her happiest, she was in love wither he said it or not. She had forgotten all of her worries, he had taken her away from it all. Those open wounds, they were closing. She had forgotten about Stars Hollow, until she placed 'To Kill A Mockingbird' on its shelf, it brought back the memory of the little town she once called home.
She picked up the phone in the back, dialing the number slowly. She smiled as she heard his voice, "Hey," she said happily.
He swallowed, she sounded her happiest, he didn't want to tell her. He had barely gotten over it himself. "Hey Rory," he said sadly wishing he didn't have to do this.
Hearing his tone sadden, she got quieter, "Is everything ok, Is she ok?" she asked worried.
He swallowed.
She heard it.
A/N- Hope you liked it, The Grammar yes the grammar sucks, but I'm no pro, so I give up screw the damn computer, it's pissed me off enough! Lol
He walked into the kitchen, to find his mother sitting at the table. She gave him a frown that he knew very well what it meant, 'I know you did,' and it was obvious she wanted him to admit. But he had no clue what he had done, at least that she could of found out about. He came to the conclusion that he hadn't done anything, not that he could remember.
She took a breath and stared up at her son, "Is there anything you want to tell me about?" she asked in her nosy way.
He shook his head.
She nodded, "No, pretty girls upstairs that you, have an interest in?"
He shook his head, but she always saw through his lies, there was no need to even lie, but that didn't stop him.
She studied him, "You were always a terrible liar," she sighed in an annoyed way. "Jess I can't believe you slept with her last night," she said in a disappointed motherly tone.
Jess looked at his mother, "What are you talking about Mom?"
"I would have been fine with you two sleeping in the same bed, but Jess you didn't even tell me you're seeing her, and then you do that in my house!?"
He looked at her, how could she have known about 'that'?
She looked at him and shook her head, "Jess you left it in the garbage can," she said as if it were obvious.
He looked at her, he paused smirking, "You went through her garbage?" he mocked her, turning it all around.
"Oh no, don't you turn this on me, I know its yours who's else could it be Jess, you do not think I'm that dumb, do you,"
He looked at her, and smirked unable to keep it in.
"I like her Jess, I'm glad your being safe but, can you please not do that in my home,"
He nodded.
"And you don't need to sneak around either, you can sleep in the same room." She smiled, still a little disappointed, but he was Jess, and she knew she couldn't stop from doing anything, she was better off just giving him some space.
He nodded, "Good night mom," He said as he wondered away. He walked to her door, opening it up.
She heard the door, and she shot her head up, smiling wildly at his arrival.
He smirks as he shuts the door, he walks over to the side of her bed, taking off his pants and shirt before settling in between the sheets with her. He smiled as she kissed him, she had gotten better, and she had gotten daring. For some reason though, he couldn't move that far with her, maybe it was his mother, this was the first girl she liked, the first girl she approved of. She trusted him, and unlike most other times he was going to live up to her trust. For the first time he was going to try live up to the trust she had always held for him. However it was tempting, no one had ever felt so good, he shut his eyes as he pulled away, taking a breath. "Not tonight," he whispered, with his eyes still closed. Breathing hard, trying desperately to control himself, one thing he was never good at. He opened his eyes, studying her face. Puzzled, she looked lost, not knowing what to do next.
Why did he want her to stop, isn't that what he came in here for? This was all to confusing. His eyes tightly closed, his breath hard and heavy, his face slightly flushed. Is this what she did to him? She had no clue she could do that. What to do next still remained a mystery to her. A leader in the bedroom she was not, she had so much to learn. She had lost her last bit of innocence the night before. He held it in his hand, the night before, teasing her, testing her with it, making her want him, moan for him, and now he was pulling away, and she didn't understand why.
He looked at her and moved his body over hers, he smirked and kissed her neck, traveling down her chest, then pulling her shirt off. He watched as she blushed, he smirked and continued down her body, pulling her sweats off her body. Her shade of pink increased as she lye there in her black underwear. He moved back up her body kissing her lips again. "Don't jump," he whispered cocking up an eyebrow smirking. He kissed down her chest, working on her bra's clasp, he pulled it off throwing it to the side of the bed. His mouth moved eagerly down her body, sucking and nipping on every inch of her upper body then moved slowly down her stomach, kissing along the rim of her underwear.
She didn't realize what he was doing until she felt his fingers trace around her hips, and tug down wards. She sprung back sitting up pulling her legs to her chest. She stared at him, she didn't really want to do that, it was gross and disgusting, why on earth would he want to do that? God, this was all to odd, there was so much more to sex, then what she had read and expected.
He looked at her, her knees to her chest, her hair hanging wildly all over her shoulders, cocking up an eye brow, "I told you not to jump," he muttered, as the smirk over took his face. "It'll feel good I promise," He grabbed her foot and pulled her under him in a second. His mouth moved over hers, trying to reassure her, her whole body was tense, her kiss was nervous, worried, more then she had been the night before.
She broke the kiss, staring down at him, as his tongue traced over were his lips had been, his body settled in between her tense legs, "Jess, no, you don't. don't.please, Jess," she tried to stop him, but all she felt was his gentle fingers removing her last bit of clothing. She felt his fingers move up and down her legs, it felt good.
He took off the last bit of clothing, tracing his fingers up and down her velvet legs again. He moved his mouth down her legs, and back up again. He watched as her eyes shut tightly, her chest rose slow and heavy as if something sat on it, could he really do this to her, only a night after their first sexual encounter? Was she that nervous about this, while the night before she was calm. He continued up her legs, nipping along the inside of her thigh, he moved to the other leg teasing her, coming close then moving back again, biting the inside of her leg lightly.
She couldn't breath, she felt his mouth move over her, then his tongue, she tried to jump as she felt his tongue, but he held a firm grip on her hips, holding her in place. She gasped when she felt more, she bent her knees and curled her toes, she moaned his name, as her body quivered, while her fingers mangled in his hair. The warmth traveled up her body, lighting it on fire as she arched her back.
He felt her fingers entwined in his hair, tugging it with pleasure. He could hear her moaning his name, he could feel her legs tighten around his shoulders. No else had ever made her moan like that, only he held her innocence, she had given it to him and no one else, in fifteen days he won her heart, her innocence was his victory prize. He moved his mouth along her stomach again, and pulled his head up it look at her. Her face was flushed, her breaths were quick and heavy and her eyes still closed.
Breath, she told herself as she forgot to, she opened her eyes and looked up at his figure, that sat still on his knees still on the end of the bed. She sat up and looked at him, still breathless. She covered her chest with her arms, still unable to breath as he moved towards her. She fell into his arms still gasping for air, her body still weak, and tingling with the heated pleasure. Her bare chest rose and fell quickly, against his.
He kissed the pulse of her neck, nuzzling the hair away with his nose, placing his cheek on her shoulder, something he hadn't done before. "Did you like it?" he asked quietly into her neck.
Her head rested on his chest, surrounded by her long wavy hair. She swallowed trying to regulate her breathing pattern, "You held me down," she breathed.
"You liked it," he muttered with sarcasm in his tone.
She was thankful he couldn't see her smile, because the truth was, she did like it, instead she just said nothing.
He sighed with satisfaction, he could feel her smile form on his chest, and he could feel her warm air that surrounded her as she breathed out, he could feel it all. He pulled away, pushing the hair out of her face as she looked up at him. He smiled as she started to laugh, "What's so funny?" he asked.
She shrugged, she had no real reason to laugh, but she was laughing. She sighed smiling and pulled the sheets over her body. She fell back into the bedspread surrounding herself in it.
He stared down at her small thin body wrapped up in a blanket, she didn't even have to put anything on, and she was beautiful, stunning in just her flesh. He placed himself on his side next to her.
She rolled over on to her side facing him, she reached out and touched his hair, trying to put it back in place but, it wasn't working. She sighed and glanced down at her other hand, lost in his touch, entwined with his fingers. "How do you do that?" she asked looking questionably into his eyes.
He raised his eyes, looking into hers. He had no clue what he was talking about, he shrugged, "Do what?" he asked.
She studied his lips, he talked from the side of his mouth, not in an odd way, but an attractive way, she hadn't seen anyone else talk in. His horse voice, so sturdy and strong. "When you touch me, you make everything go away," she whispered and glanced down at his fingers, touching, each and everyone of hers, sending tiny sensations she had never really felt before. He hadn't answered so she decided to go on, "You give me this feeling, I don't know what it is, but," She looked up at him again. "It feels good, I don't feel so alone,"
He just nodded and continued with what he was doing. He knew what she meant she could do the same to him, with one look he would be on his knees. Her skin was like satin, yet he could still feel the hard ship in her hands, they still had that tense feeling of the cold, lost girl he had found that night. He knew that he'd never be able to know her like that, to know every detail of her life, it would probably be to complex for him. In a matter of sixteen days, he was on his knees for her, he would do anything for her. "I've always been lonely. I don't feel it anymore." He glanced up, looking into her eyes.
She ran her hand along his sharp jaw line, "Me too," she whispered leaning in to kiss him. He still hadn't said it, a breeze of disappointment swept over her. Maybe he didn't feel it, but she could feel it, all of it. It was growing on her heart, a burning sensation of joy in his presence. That feeling was just too real, those pains only he could fix were mending, yet he wouldn't say it yet.
The next morning Rory sat with Liz, at the table. Liz looked out the window, seeing Jess's packing up his snow covered car, she looked back at Rory. "I saved all my money for a year to buy him that car," she looked over at Rory and smiled, "I gave it to him, and I didn't see him for a week," she laughed, looking down into her coffee. "He gave me such trouble, he just started to calm down about a year ago," she said smiled softly.
Rory nodded.
"God, he was hard to raise," she stared out the window again sighing, "You guys don't have to leave today ya know, you've only been here two days,"
Rory nodded she wished she didn't have to go. "I know, But he wants to so I guess we will," she said as she looked out the window at Jess loading the car. She felt Charlie, scratching at her legs, she looked down and reached for her.
Liz watched the young girl across the table smiled as the dog licked her face. Where did Jess find this one, he had certainly gotten lucky when he found her.
Jess walked into the house, kicking the snow off his shoes, "Ya ready, the car's packed," he stated walking towards the table.
Rory nodded.
"Jess, why don't you stay and leave tomorrow?" Liz she asked quickly.
He shook his head, "No I wanna get home, I miss the city." He said smirking at Rory. "Lets go," he said in a sweet tone.
Liz watched the two, she had never seen Jess like that, most girls he ignored, this one he would listen pensively, he would talk sweetly, he would have this burning look of desire in his eyes. They both looked like they were lost in each other.
They loaded the last bit into the car, said their good byes and then they were gone.
The trip back was fasted then the trip up, they didn't talk much. His hand held tightly to hers the whole time. Matchbox Twenty's 'Hand me down' played through the car, the song struck a cord in his memory, and reminded him of her.
Someday they'll find your small town world on a big town avenue
Gonna make you like the way they talk when they're talking to you
Gonna make you break out of the shell cause they tell you to
Gonna make you like the way they lie better than the truth
They'll tell you everything you wanted someone else to say
They're gonna break your heart, yeah
From what I've seen
You're just a one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Somebody ought to take you in
Try to make you love again
Try to make you like the way they feel
When they're under your skin
Never once did think they'd lie when they're holding you
You wonder why they haven't called
When they said they'd call you
You start to wonder if you're ever gonna make it by
You'll start to think you were born blind
From what I've seen
You're just a one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
I'm here for the hard times
The straight to your heart times
Whenever it ain't easy
You can stand up against me
And maybe rely on me
And cry on me, yeah
Oh no, no, no
Some day they'll open up your world
Shake it down on a drawing board
Do their best to change you
They still can't erase you
From what I've seen
You're just a one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Lay them down on me
Oh yeah
You're just one more hand me down
And all those nots don't give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down, on me
He swallowed as the words ran through his head, it was her, the small town girl, and hurt in a big city, but he found her. He wanted her to show him all her battle wounds, he wanted to heal them.
He smirked as he drove into the city, this was home. The familiar roads lead him to his loft, he parked the car and headed upstairs. Home, nothing like home.
Two weeks later, they had grown closer, she had moved all of her things into his room. He still hadn't said the words, and she often wondered. But, she was at her happiest, she was in love wither he said it or not. She had forgotten all of her worries, he had taken her away from it all. Those open wounds, they were closing. She had forgotten about Stars Hollow, until she placed 'To Kill A Mockingbird' on its shelf, it brought back the memory of the little town she once called home.
She picked up the phone in the back, dialing the number slowly. She smiled as she heard his voice, "Hey," she said happily.
He swallowed, she sounded her happiest, he didn't want to tell her. He had barely gotten over it himself. "Hey Rory," he said sadly wishing he didn't have to do this.
Hearing his tone sadden, she got quieter, "Is everything ok, Is she ok?" she asked worried.
He swallowed.
She heard it.
A/N- Hope you liked it, The Grammar yes the grammar sucks, but I'm no pro, so I give up screw the damn computer, it's pissed me off enough! Lol