Hello! Wow, I got reviews! Yey! Glad you liked it! And, er, sorry for leaving it on a cliffhanger for those of you who reviewed saying 'for the love of God tell me what happens next!!!!' That made me laugh!!! Thanks for all the encouragement, I really wasn't sure if anyone who liked Tarzan would read it! Sad, I know I am... but now I have people who like it ( jumps up and down excitedly!!!!!!) I have been writing chapters all through Math lessons this week just for you guys (I suck at Math anyway, so I may as well do something creative with my time...)
So, hope this one is okay too, chapter 2!
The Ground Beneath Her Feet
Emerging sometime later, Jane, now fully dressed in her normal code, found John sitting against the side of her bed, legs held close to his chest. Turning his head to her, he noticed Jane looking more awake and refreshed now. Curiously, he watched as she loaded her gun and place it in the holster strapped to the base of her back.
Rising from his position across the room he walked to her and followed her out the door. Stopping in front of the barrier between the kitchen and the rest of the apartment, John watched as Jane began to make herself a cup of coffee. He seemed all too interested in what she was doing so she had to ask -
'What?' a slight smile beginning to tease the corner of her lips up.
'What are you doing?' he asked, cocking his head slightly to the left, making dirty blonde strands fall into his vision.
'Well, I'm making coffee here,' she replied by pointing out the machine next to her perculating away,' and now I'm going to make breakfast. Are you hungry?'
He followed Jane's hands once more as she found herself some bread Nikki had spared for her. Slicing some off, she carried it to the toaster and pushed them in. John wandered over to the device and watched carefully as heat began to radiate from its insides.
Once her coffee was ready Jane poured herself some, leaving it black - that was the way she drank it in the mornings so she could stay awake and alert for the rest of the day. Padding over to her, John examined the contents of the cup with childish interest. Holding it out to John, Jane warned him,' careful, it's hot'.
Taking the mug and holding it close to his nose John sniffed the steam rising from the dark liquid, exploring the scent with his highly attuned sense of smell.
Wrinkling his nose at it he handed the mug back to Jane.
'Didn't think so', she smiled.
Casting his eyes up at her, admiring her natural beauty, John was completely unaware of anything around him. Without warning, the toast reappeared having turned a darker, golden colour. John leaped in shock at the noise, unsure where it had come from.
'Calm down', Jane laughed whilst placing her mug on the kitchen surface. Edging around John's surprised form she removed the slices of bread and lay them on a wooden board, spreading butter on them. Cutting one in half she handed it to John. Taking it cautiously he sniffed it, making sure it was not like the coffee, then tentatively took a bite. Chewing it for a while he looked up at Jane again.
'Good?' she asked.
Still happily chewing John nodded.
'Well there's more if you want it, and...' walking past John, Jane returned from the dining table with a glass bowl full of varieties of multicoloured fruits. 'I don't know what you like, so you'll have to show me. Maybe we can get some more later'. Placing the bowl in plain view for John if he felt the need to eat, Jane stood sipping her coffee again.
Having finished the toast John came round the counter to meet Jane. His thoughts seemed focused on something other than the problem of what food he liked to eat.
'Will you go to Sam now?'
Searching John's clear eyes, she found them full of longing. He really didn't want her to go, and even though Jane knew she wanted the same thing she also knew that she had to go to work.
'Yes'.
He looked down heavy-heartedly at his feet upon hearing this, disappointed that he could spend no more time with her.
'But I never said when', Jane continued, seeing John's eyes brighten again. Everything was perfect.
Walking side by side down the busy street, Jane felt her eyes wander every so often to the handsome man beside her. Though he walked barefoot round New York City, you couldn't have told him apart from any other person in a crowd. His long, golden hair danced freely around his shoulders, toned skin and muscles rippled with every movement, his beautifully clear eyes shone in the morning sunlight. He was a living work of art.
Finally noticing her stare, John turned to look at her, a lop sided grin creeping across his face.
Tucking her hair behind her ear awkwardly, Jane looked away in embarrassment to the oncoming traffic.
They hadn't said a word to eachother since they'd left the apartment, happy enough by just enjoying the other's presence as they traveled down several streets leading to Jane's destination. Though she could have made up an excuse for not turning up at the station to be with John, she had a strange feeling that she was needed there today. She couldn't explain it.
Unfortunately, they were closer than Jane thought as the couple rounded yet another corner, where just across the street lay the 12th Precinct Police Department.
Stopping abruptly, John realised what Jane had seen and took a step back behind the building. He was still wanted by his Uncle and there were cops in that station corrupted by his wealth so much that they would cuff him in a second if they caught him.
Jane understood and copying his action she stood close to John. He was merely inches away when she turned to face him fully, his gaze searching the depths of her soul in a way Jane never thought possible from another human being. She couldn't even stop herself when her hand reached for his, cupping it softly in her palms. John looked down to see their joined hands then back up to her. His free hand delved into the thickness of her hair, fondly stroking the side of her neck the way he always seemed to when she was with him.
Letting out a pent up sigh she never knew she'd been holding Jane managed to find words clogging up her jumbled thoughts,' thanks for coming with me today. I appreciate it'.
When he only continued to pour his eyes into her, Jane carried on.
'I'll, er, be inside if you...need me...' she found herself forgetting all other thoughts as John leaned his head down for a second time this morning. His nearness making her feel giddy, Jane reciprocated, needing his touch again before she faced the rest of the day without him.
Their lips met, sending rushes through both of them. As the sensation inside of Jane intensified she found her hands begin to explore again - reaching up to his broad shoulders, shielding her protectively.
John's hand still held the side of her neck, stroking it tenderly. The other pulled he hips closer to his.
The minutes hours or days they stood there locked together in eachothers embrace lasted a lifetime in Jane's mind. She had no care to leave even if she needed to, all she wanted to do was experience this moment with John. Even as a passionate hunger grew inside of her, commonsense returned to her slow mind.
'Break away, he's still in danger here. You have to, no matter how much you want this,' she felt her conscious reprimanding her.
Reluctantly, she slowly comprehended her thoughts, realizing they were right and that it was for the best. Pulling away from his loving warmth Jane tried to regain her breath as she looked up into John's hungry eyes. It was obvious how he felt, heck it was too hard to ignore when he displayed it so openly to her.
'I have to go,' she said gently nuzzling his forehead as he did her.
'Why?' he questioned, the desire for her mixed in his eyes as he watched her.
'Because we walked five blocks to get here?' she replied sarcastically. Raising her palm back to his face, she cradled it gently and smiling at his oblivious nature.
He stood there silently rubbing the side of his face into her palm, tingles rushing through and up her arm. 'I promise I'll be out soon...will you be here?' Jane asked openly.
Nodding ever so slightly at her, Jane planted a last kiss on his warm lips before heading off to the front doors of the station. Before she entered, she spared a glance back to where John had been standing only a moment ago to see he had already gone.
He really was fast.
End of Chapter 2
Sorry it's so short, but I got stuck on the next part. Will improve it and post it soon!