Jhondie
"Will you two cut it out!" a cry interrupted Justin and I making us both jump. Brit was standing in the doorway looking a little disgusted. She came in with Bryan behind her and plopped down in a chair. "You two are always so cutsie together," she complained.
I had turned around, and tried to sit up, but Justin's arms were wrapped around me and he hugged me to him. "Get used to it brat," he told her firmly, and kissed me on the uninjured cheek. "Didn't Dad tell you two to go to bed?"
"He told you that you weren't allowed to be making out with Jhondie while we were here," Brittany said matter-of-factly. I almost laughed but Justin would have killed me. I bet he wasn't expecting to hear that from his baby sister, and from his silence, we all knew she had him over the proverbial barrel.
Bryan was looking at me weird. "I didn't know girls could fight like that," he said with awe. I shrugged. He was wide-eyed with amazement. "Did she win?"
That mortally offended me. "I wasn't the one hauled out of here screaming and crying," I informed him.
"But she got you good," he pointed out. I touched my cheek. Some of the blood was still fresh. I was going to have to get cleaned up in a minute. It wasn't too bad though.
"I got her better," I bragged. Nah, it wasn't bragging. I did get her better.
"So, why did she get naked to fight you?" Bryan asked. Both of the twins were a little naive. I wasn't sure if it was from their father and brother being careful with their girlfriends when the twins were around, or if the kids just didn't want to think about their father or brother having sex. I sure as hell don't want to ever think about Kayla getting it on with some guy (I'd probably have to end up hurting him when they broke up) and I can say that sometimes I'm glad for my conception because I don't have to think about my parents making me. That's just something no child should ever have to think about.
"Um, Jhon, maybe I should take care or your cheek," Justin said quickly. He wasn't about to explain. I would have laughed, but Justin was already dragging me into the downstairs bathroom. I could still hear the twins talking even though they lowered their voices.
"I think she thought Justin was going to be in his room," Brittany said. There was a pause.
"Don't say another word!" Bryan said sharply. Then they were both clumping back up the steps. I couldn't help but to giggle quietly. Justin looked at me in question as he was getting a first aid kit out of the cabinet.
"You don't want to know about your siblings discussing your sex life," I snickered. He refused to comment. Smart move on his part. He opened the kit and got out some antiseptic and gauze.
"This stuff stings," he said, cleaning my cheek gently with a cloth first, "but it is a sure fire guarantee that you won't get infected or scarred."
I grimaced. "I've had worse and I don't scar anyways," I said flatly. Did Justin simply not think about the fact that I have different body chemistry when I wasn't actively using my abilities, or did he just pretend I was normal? I used to think that he was acting like he didn't think about it to make me feel better, feel more normal, but I was starting to wonder. He really didn't think about it. He was amazing.
He looked thoughtful for a second as he started to use the antiseptic. He was right about that stuff stinging! I still didn't flinch though. Dipping ones neck in hydrochloric acid was far more painful. "You don't scar do you?" he said more than asked. "Didn't see a single one anywhere." Our eyes met and his lips turned up in a sensual smile. "And I was looking very closely." Now I blushed. He would know if I had any.
He decided to go ahead and put some gauze over my cheek. One of the gouges was still oozing blood. I couldn't believe she managed to get me so hard. Next time I saw her…I couldn't say much, she already wasn't going to be clawing anyone again for a long time. "You know," I commented as he started dressing the cut, "I'm going to have to wear this for a couple of days just so people can't see that it's already healed."
Justin smirked. "Oh the pains of having a perfect body," he said with gentle sarcasm. "Some of us actually would need those few days to heal you know." I checked myself in the mirror. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. She could have caught my eye or something. Not that I wouldn't have healed, but I would have been forced to kill her then.
We went back into the den and snuggled on the couch. If I had just given in and gone down here in the first place, none of this would have happened. We would have been cuddled on the couch and Denise would have gone home on her own. I loved being with him like this, resting my head on his chest while he played with my hair. It was so easy to relax with him when we were this close. Making out would have been nice at that point, but I didn't want to move a muscle. I'd wait till later to rape him.
I might have fallen asleep in his arms had Justin not stiffened suddenly. I looked up quickly to see what was the matter. He had the strangest expression, a cross between pain and amazement as if he'd had a bad muscle cramp due to an epiphany. "What's wrong?" I asked quickly. He looked down at me with this weird guppy, mouth open thing going.
"It's…umm…you know, I had no idea that yesterday was going to happen," he stammered. He usually started making sense after a little while. I was hoping this would prove to be the case quickly. "I mean," he continued, "I have never, ever forgotten, not once, but I wasn't expecting it, so I didn't think, and you never said anything, and then it was way too late."
He paused as if I was going to understand what the hell he was saying. "Jhon," he whispered, "we didn't…umm…make a baby yesterday did we?"
I had to fight from bursting into laughter. Oh God, I never even thought to tell him. Neither of us had been concerned yesterday, and it wasn't a big deal. Still, I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. I gave him a slightly hurt / confused expression. "You mean you don't want to have a baby with me?" I asked, sounding hurt.
I could imagine a small animal in a trap and the hunter coming closer having the same expression Justin did at that moment. I wished I had a camera. "It's not you love," he said quickly, trying to get out of this one. "I mean…I'm not ready to be a father at all, it's not that there isn't a possibility in the future…way in the future…but…" I decided to show pity on the poor thing.
I leaned up and kissed him to stop his rambling. "We're safe," I said softly with a grin. "As far as we can tell, the only time I can physiologically get pregnant is during a heat cycle, and if I was in heat, you'd be naked right now." He looked relieved, but was trying not to show it. God, he was cute. "I'm not ready for that either," I said. "Maybe one day…but not for a while."
He grinned suddenly, realizing that I had been teasing him. "You little…" he got out as he started tickling me mercilessly. It was impossible for me to fight back as his fingers teased my sides and stomach. I couldn't shove him off of me without hurting him, and all I could do was try and keep him from blowing on my stomach. The last time he had done that I had laughed so hard I almost passed out.
One minute he was tickling me and the next we were kissing passionately on the couch. I loved feeling his weight against me as his lips worked magic against mine. The whole world faded except for the delicious sensations he could arouse in me. Our arms were around each other, keeping our bodies as close as possible as we kissed. And that was the exact position we were in when Mr. Carter cleared his throat from the door.
