Title: Meant to Be- chapter 16
Disclaimer: If Third Watch belonged to me, story lines like this would happen every week. Alas, it does not
Author's Note: No, your eyes do not fail you! This is indeed another chapter. My muse is being nice to me and is apparently very horny. You have been warned!
By the end of their shift, Kim was physically and emotionally exhausted. The thought of calling and canceling on Derek was very tempting. She did have to eat though, so she might as well go and at last get a free dinner out of the deal.
"Um, Kim, I think we're going to have a problem," Alex grabbed Kim by the arm and dragged her behind her bus.
"Alex, what's going on? What's the matter," feeling panic at the worried look on her face.
"Please don't tell me you were actually stupid enough to tell Derek to come and pick you up here?" Alex asked.
"What? Of course not," Kim's eyes doubled in size as the realization of what Alex was trying to tell her sunk in, "Oh god! Please tell me he's not here?" she asked in a panic.
Alex laughed and ran her hands over face in disbelief, "Oh this is gonna be so much fun," she groused sarcastically.
Kim peeked around the bus and saw where his car was parked. Luckily he was on the phone, still inside the car. And that was the way it was gonna stay if she had anything to say about it. "What the hell does he think he's doing?! He knows that Jimmy works here!"
"Maybe that's why he's here," Alex pointed out.
"How very dog pissing on fire hydrant," Kim snapped out, taking a deep breath to keep herself calm. "Ok, ok. You have to help me out here. I'm gonna go over and tell him to get out of here. You distract Jimmy."
Alex nodded her head, "Right."
Kim covered her face with her hands, "Oh my god! How do I get myself into these situations?!"
"Karma?" Alex teased, trying to lighten the mood.
Kim glared at her, "Not really the time for your smart-ass remarks, thank you."
Alex had to fight really hard not to laugh, "You're right. I'm gonna go find your ex- husband/ex-boyfriend and try and distract him from noticing that your new boyfriend is here looking to get into a pissing contest."
Alex was met with another glare, "You don't need to remind me how fucked up this scenario is, Alex."
"Sorry. Couldn't resist," Alex chuckled, but quickly regained her composure, "Ok, go tell Mr. Deathwish to get lost. I'll find Jimmy."
Kim watched Alex walk away and closed her eyes and took another deep breath, trying to fend off the oncoming aneurysm she was sure she was about to have. She looked around, making sure Jimmy was nowhere in site, then ran over to Derek's car. The door was opening and she got there in time to close it again. Derek's pissed off face looked up to see what the hell had happened, when he saw Kim and smiled. The smile was not returned and she motioned for him to roll down his window. Completely paranoid, she looked over her shoulder, making sure no one was watching her.
Derek rolled down the window, looking slightly annoyed that she wouldn't let him out of the car, "Do you greet everyone by trapping then in the car?"
"Only gigantic assholes," she fumed the annoyance clear on her face.
Derek looked confused, "Why am I an asshole?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Kim violently whispered, barely keeping it together.
"Well, I thought I would save you a trip, be nice and pick you up from work," he answered, quickly becoming angry.
"Nice?! Derek this is not nice! This is a disaster waiting to happen," she looked over her shoulder again. Oh god. She could actually see Alex talking to Jimmy, who by some miracle didn't seem to see her.
"Kim, what the hell is your problem? I just wanted to be nice and surprise you at work," Derek frowned, trying to understand what was going on.
"Yeah, work. The place where I work. The place where I work with my ex-husband, who most recently also happens to be my ex-boyfriend!" Kim looked at him incredulously.
"Oh god! Kim, I totally forgot about that," he raised his hands in supplication, " I honestly didn't remember that you worked with the guy."
"Yeah, well "the guy" is gonna come over here and beat the shit out of you and possibly me if you don't get out of here fast," she stepped away from his car. He just stared back at her. "Go!" Kim gestured wildly.
"Kim, I'm not afraid of your ex," he stated matter-of-factly.
Kim just stared back at him, "Do you think this is some kind of joke? Unless you want to die, I suggest you get the hell out of here."
"Look, Kim, I really like you and I want to get to know you better. Chances are I'm gonna run into him someday anyway. Why not just get it over with?" he asked.
Kim let out a bark of laughter that had absolutely nothing to do with humor, "You know what, if you don't get out of here right now, I might kick your ass. This whole display of testosterone is not gonna make a good impression on me."
"Maybe you shouldn't be working with the guy if he scares you this much," Derek suggested smugly.
"He does not scare me! You scare me! We've only been out one time and you think that gives you the right to go head to head with my ex-whatever the hell he is? You know what? Your chances of a second date are slim to none unless you get your ass out of here!" Kim turned and stalked away, not letting Derek retort. She slowed her stride when she noticed that Jimmy was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with an amused look on his face. Alex looked at her sheepishly and mouthed 'sorry' before getting the hell out of there.
The look Jimmy was giving her was almost more unnerving than if he were mad. Or maybe he was and was just hiding it really well. Against her will, she gave him a once over and realized for the millionth time that he was unbelievably sexy. He hadn't cleaned up after their last call and was in a tight, dirty, white shirt and still had his fireman bottoms on, suspenders dangling around his legs. Kim shook herself out of her daze and smiled back, intending to just walk past him, pretending like everything was normal.
"Hey there," he raised an eyebrow in amusement at her nervous demeanor.
Kim forced a smile on her face, "Hi yourself. Shouldn't you be getting ready to go?"
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, "In a few minutes."
His calm, almost flirty attitude was really making her nervous, "Ok. Well, I guess I'm gonna head out." Jimmy smiled and nodded, not saying anything. Kim felt like she was gonna scream. What was he thinking? Was he mad at her? Why was he being so weird? And then she heard it. Derek called her name, thereby making it impossible to look as if she didn't know him. Her eyes widened, but she didn't turn around.
Jimmy looked past her and nodded in his direction, "Looks like somebody is trying to get your attention, Kimmy." He still had that unreadable look on his face, causing Kim's stomach to clench nervously.
"Jimmy-" she started, but then to her horror, she realized that she was no longer standing alone in front of Jimmy. Kim looked at Derek in disbelief, and made a small noise that suspiciously sounded like a whimper of pain.
"You dropped your scarf," he handed her her scarf and turned to smile at Jimmy. Jimmy smiled back, arms still crossed, still leaning against the wall, still looking completely calm. "How's it goin?" Jimmy asked.
Kim wanted to take the scarf and hang herself with it right there. Better yet, she could use it to strangle Derek with. She forced another smile on her face and cleared her throat, "Uh... Derek, this is Jimmy. Jimmy, this is Derek." 'God kill me now'
Derek thrust out his hand and Jimmy shook it, still leaning casually against the wall, "Nice to meet you Derek." It was strange. Jimmy couldn't explain what he was feeling. On the one hand he wanted to kill this guy who thought he had Kim. On the other hand, there was an inexplicable feeling of calm that washed over him. There was no way this guy had anything on him. He had seen the way Kim looked at him when she had been walking over to him. She still wanted him as much as he wanted her. This guy was just a diversion. And if that's what it took to make her see that they belonged together, so be it. This punk wasn't gonna be around for long. This epiphany brought a sense of calm over him and a smile to his face. He had been trying so hard to stay away from Kim, afraid that he might flirt with her or kiss her or something, when that's exactly what he should have been doing. He was going to prove to her that he was not as easily scared away by her rejection this time.
"So you're a fireman, huh?" Derek asked inanely. By the wobbling of his voice, he had bitten off more than he could chew in meeting Kim's ex.
Jimmy had to work hard to not make a smart-ass comment, "Ten years, almost."
Kim was just watching as the men engaged in meaningless chitchat. Mainly she was watching Jimmy. He had never seemed so sexy as he did right in that moment. He could have easily blown up and beaten Derek to a bloody pulp, but he didn't. He could have easily taken a few verbal shots at Derek's lack of communication skills, but he didn't. He could have totally humiliated her in this situation, but he didn't. And she had never wanted him more. And by the way he was glancing at her from time to time, he knew it.
Kim forced herself to come out of her increasingly hot musings and focus on the conversation, or lack thereof. "As much fun as this is I think we should go," she looked at Derek, "You can pick me up at my place in and hour and a half, ok?"
Derek nodded, "Jimmy, it was nice to meet you."
"Yeah. You too," he smiled, feeling almost Zen.
Kim watched Derek drive away, then turned her guilty gaze to Jimmy, "Oh god, Jimmy, I never meant for that to happen. I never asked him to come here like this."
Jimmy chuckled, "Yeah, I could kind of tell. You should have seen the look on your face when he walked over here."
Kim glared at him, trying not to smile, "Well, I'm glad you enjoy my inner turmoil."
"I do," he smiled.
"So why are you being so cool about this?" Kim asked skeptically.
"Why not?" he continued to smile.
A flash of doubt ran through Kim's mind. What if seeing her with Derek gave him some sort of closure, and he was over her. Well, that would be a good thing I guess. She was the one who broke up with him. If she had started seeing other people, so should he. That thought caused her stomach to turn. "Well, keeping cool isn't usually your style," she pointed out.
"People change," he stated simply. He noticed the strange look on her face. "Did you want me to freak out? Because I'll go after him and beat him up if that's what you want," he teased her.
"No that's alright," Kim chuckled, her face turning red in embarrassment. "I guess I'll go up and get my stuff," she gestured at the stairs. Receiving another unnerving smile from Jimmy, she shook her head and went upstairs. Maybe she was loosing her touch. Maybe she wasn't as hard to get over as she liked to think. He seemed to have zoomed right past grief and denial and went right for acceptance. Not that she wanted him walking around miserable forever or anything, but he could have seemed a little less ok with meeting her new possible love interest. I mean, was a little jealousy too much to ask? Derek seemed to have his fair share, but she didn't care if he was jealous or not.
Lost deep in thought and angrily throwing things in her duffel, she didn't hear Jimmy come up until his arms were wrapped around her middle. Kim gasped and tried to turn around, but his hold was too tight. His face nuzzled into her neck and for a moment she gave in and leaned back against him. His arms tightened around her and her hands went to caress his arms. She knew she should pull away, but she couldn't seem to do it.
"Where is he taking you tonight?" he whispered in her ear, dropping a kiss to her shoulder.
She nuzzled her cheek against his, "I have no idea. Probably McDonalds or something equally classy," she smiled as she felt his rumble of laughter against her back. The closeness was feeling way too good and she knew she should be telling him that this was a bad idea and that this was just going to confuse things, but to be honest, she just didn't care at the moment.
"Sounds thrilling," he chuckled and placed a kiss on the side of her neck. His hands started to roam, his left arm still around her waist, the other, stroking the underside of her breast. Her mouth opened and she started to lightly pant. No one else had ever had this kind of effect on her and as hard as she tried, she would never find anyone that did.
Jimmy started to walk backwards, pulling them towards the shadows of the room, never breaking the full body contact that he had with Kim. He continued to place wet, open-mouth kisses on her neck and shoulders, enjoying the tiny sighs and catches in her breath. His back hit the wall and he leaned against it, holding her even tighter. His knees were starting to feel weak as well, and needed something to support them before he let them crash to the floor. Not that he would complain...
Kim pushed back against him, feeling his hard body behind her, her right arm reaching behind her to play with the hair on the back of his head, pulling him closer. She knew she should be pushing him away, not pulling him closer, but again, she didn't care.
Jimmy's left arm continued to hold her impossibly close to his body, while his right hand skimmed beneath the hem of her uniform shirt and tank top. He caressed her stomach for a while, warming his hand to her body temperature. Slowly, his hand inched up to her breast, lightly brushing her nipple.
Kim gasped and pushed back against him, her body wanting to melt into his. It was impossible not to feel the fact that what they were doing was having quite an affect on Jimmy. Kim smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, "This is really bad," she purred out, still playing with his hair with her right hand, while her left arm reached behind her to grip the back of his thigh, pulling him closer.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, brushing his thumb over her nipple again and again. He smiled when he heard her groan and pull his thigh even harder.
"Yes," she panted out, her body not listening to it's own words. Again she felt his rumble of laughter and it brought a smile to her face. "I have to go." If they didn't stop now, they were gonna end up fucking right there in the station house. It was a miracle that no one had walked in on them already.
"Oh right. Your date with Mr. Wonderful," he smirked and moved his hand back down her stomach to the top of her pants. "Not so sure he would be too happy about this."
"Mmm," she moaned, unable to think clearly. His hand was hovering right where she wanted him, needed him most.
Jimmy chuckled, "Maybe you should call and tell him you'll be late." His hand moved to press against her through her pants, his left arm holding her tight when he felt her sag against him.
Kim was breathing like she was running a marathon. Maybe it was because they weren't supposed to be doing this, or because they could get caught, or maybe because they hadn't been together for the last 4 weeks, but she couldn't remember ever being so hot for him. Which was saying a lot, because she wanted him all the time anyway. Her hand tightened in his hair as he kept up the excruciating pressure against her crotch, her breathing completely out of control. "Jimmy," she moaned hoarsely, her lips and throat dry.
"Shhh," he whispered, his left hand covering her mouth loosely. He was having some serious pain here. He was pressed as close as humanly possible to her, but the friction it was causing was giving him no release.
"Jimmy, I have... I... I have to go," she panted out, not loosening her grip on him on bit.
"Ok," he whispered in her ear, his hand still between her legs, clenching and unclenching.
"You have to...stop...you have to stop," she panted, her left hand coming to rest on top of his hand. It was a half-hearted attempt to get him to stop that didn't work, and he laced their fingers together, still stroking her.
"You really want me to stop, baby?" he murmured.
"Mmmm...oh...oh," she panted as he hit a particularly good spot.
Jimmy didn't know how much longer he could stand up. Even leaning against the wall, he felt like his legs were turning to jell-o, and she was completely dead weight against him, having lost the ability to stand long ago. He was clenching his jaw in attempt to keep quiet. He wanted so much to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he missed her, how much he loved her. He had to bite his tongue to keep those words from coming out.
"Jimmy, please," Kim panted, now knowing whether she wanted him to stop or give her release. He chose to believe the latter and untangled their hands and unzipped her pants, reaching inside to touch her through her panties.
"Oh... mmmm," Kim moaned and opened her legs slightly, "Please."
Jimmy slipped his hands down her panties and groaned at how hot and wet she was. The shirt she had with the "find em' hot, leave em' wet" slogan, came to his mind and he chuckled, "Does that feel good sweetheart?"
All Kim could do was nod frantically, and try to focus on breathing, the task becoming increasingly difficult. Her hand went back into his hair, her insides clenching him tight.
"Hey , Jimmy, you still here?" D.K. yelled from downstairs.
Jimmy looked over his shoulder, making sure he wasn't coming up stairs, "Yeah! Be down in a sec!" he yelled.
Kim went rigid and she pulled away, panting hysterically, "Oh my god!" she bent over, trying to catch her breath
Jimmy sighed and raked a hand through his hair, realizing the moment had officially been brutally murdered. Now was the part where she kicked his ass. Even waiting for his punishment, he couldn't wipe that smile off his face as he watched her trying to compose herself. It was the same smile he had been wearing all afternoon. She had proven without a shadow of a doubt that she still wanted him. Oh man, had she ever.
Kim was still bent over, her hands resting on her knees, trying to get her breathing to return to normal and the ache in her stomach to go away. She had been so close and now she was left with a painful ache in her lower abdomen. She turned her head and looked at Jimmy who was leaning against the wall, one arm across his stomach as if he were having the same problem, giving her a lazy smile. "You are dangerous," she pointed at him and panted.
"Come over here and I'll finish what I started," he smiled.
Kim stood up and backed away a little more, "No way," she shook her head, unable to stop the returning smile she felt on her face. "I have to go. I'm gonna be late now, thanks to you."
"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'd be lying," he continued to give her that sexy smile.
Kim reached down and zipped her pants back up, walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and laughed, "You completely trashed me."
Jimmy sauntered up behind her and leaned on the doorjamb, "Again, I would say I'm sorry, but..." he smiled.
"Can you look a little less satisfied with yourself," she met his gaze in the mirror.
"Believe me, I'm no where near being satisfied," he smirked.
Kim glanced down at the very evident truth of his statement, and laughed despite herself, "Have fun with that tonight."
"Why don't you come here and have some fun with me," he moved towards her.
"Oh no you don't," she side stepped him and went to grab her duffel. "Derek's going to be at my place in about 45 minutes, and now thanks to you, I have to take a shower." Jimmy smiled un-apologetically, "Yeah, yeah. You'd say sorry, but you'd be lying." Kim moved to the stairs, but stopped before she started descending, "You're really not gonna try and stop me?" she asked surprised.
"Would it help?" he asked, chuckling.
"No," she smiled back.
Jimmy nodded, "Have a good time."
Kim leaned on the stair rail and rested her head in her hands, "You just spent 30 minutes working me into a sexual frenzy and now you're sending me off to another man. You bet I'm gonna have a good time!" she smiled and bounded down the stairs leaving Jimmy with one thought.
"Shit."