Woody groaned softly and Jordan almost misinterpreted it as a moan.
"Interrupted by take out Chinese...now that's a new one.." she whispered against his lips. "I'll be right back, swear." she said pressing another soft kiss to his lips before slipping off of the bed and grabbing her wallet on the way to the door.
Woody nodded and shifted around a little, getting himself comfortable waiting for his body would cooperate...not just from the injury but from the pressure of four years of pent up sexual frustration.
He smiled warily as Jordan re-entered the bedroom and sat cross-legged, casual, on the bed beside him.
"Hey, looks good.." he said nodding to the carton while at the same time looking at the ring on her finger.
Jordan just smiled coyly back at him as she handed him a carton of food. "Yes, it does...really Woody, thank you...thank you for knowing me enough to keep it and expect I'd eventually come to my senses and accept it..." she said softly and Woody gestured her to lay beside him, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"You're very welcome...and to be honest, I don't know that I expected you to eventually take it. It was more that I was too embarrassed to take it back...and I guess unconsciously a part of me was having trouble letting go of the idea of 'us'." he said rubbing her arm as he closed his eyes.
He smiled knowing he wouldn't wake up soon to find himself still in his room in rehab, no Jordan wrapped warmly in his arms in her bed. Her bed. How long had he wanted to be in this exact spot? Jordan in his arms, finding contentment in what had been to that point tumultuous lives for both of them.
"Well, for what it's worth I'm glad you kept it. It makes me feel a lot more sure that you never really gave up on me despite what you said in the hospital," Jordan whispered back and turned more to her side and kissed him again soundly before sitting up to eat her dinner.
"So...do you want me to put Cal on standby to come get me later or.." Woody said and stopped not sure what to say next.
"Cal's a big boy, I think he can spend the night by himself...we've got a lot of...catching up to do..." she whispered cryptically and reached to take his hand on the bed.
"We do.." Woody nodded back and reached for his phone as they set aside their food and jumped as Jordan began to nibble at his neck while he dialed Cal's cell.
"Hey...ahh ha.." he said pulling back when Jordan bit down on his neck a little harder. "What? No...no, I'm okay Jordan's just...so where did you end up? Benny's around the corner? uh huh...yeah...well just keeping heading towards home when you're through eating...uh huh..." he said and pulled back to smile down at Jordan. "And you don't have any idea where I am until at least Sunday..." he laughed happily and hung up the phone before returning his lips to Jordan's.
Woody sighed contently as the early morning light filtered into the room. He had to admit he had spent more than a few lonely nights fantasizing what it would be like spending the night in Jordan's bed. His vivid imagination never quite pictured the last twelve hours but he wasn't disappointed...not in the least.
The bed shifted as she rolled toward him. "Good morning," he whispered.
Jordan stretched lethargically and grinned as his arm snaked its way around her waist. "Yes, it is..."
Somewhere before dawn Jordan realized she never really made love before last night. She didn't know if it was the leftovers of his concerns over his injuries or of her own fears about ruining their friendship but she was suddenly that young woman in the college dorm room ready to be with a man she thought loved her. So when the food was done and things were getting more heated between them, she shocked herself by starting a conversation.
Comfort and sex was one thing but intimacy was something totally different. Something she had gone out of her way to avoid all her life. Right or wrong, the act of sex was something she was very familiar with. She knew what it took for her own pleasure as well as her partner's. Even when feelings were involved, sex was just a means to a satisfying end. To her, talking had always been highly overrated. Never one for sweet nothings and soul bearing she avoided them at all costs. Yet there they were, matching kiss for kiss, with talking about everything from childhood crushes to their deepest fears. What normally would have had her running as far and as fast as she could...left her more relaxed and...complete.
The more Jordan relaxed, the more Woody did. For at least a few hours he felt whole again. Truly whole and when it came time he was ready...more than ready. For the first time since he lay bleeding in the middle of a rat infested building,he forgot about the bullet, the hopsitals, his legs...everything. Except Jordan.
In fact with her fingers presently tracing the lines of his chest he was more that ready again. He was about to suggest they spend the morning exploring this new facet to their relationship when his phone rang. He debated on making whomever it was to leave a message until Jordan flipped it open and pressed it to his ear.
"Detective Hoyt, this St Chris's...are you alright?"
Woody kissed Jordan's little enigmatic smile, "We've been busted..."
Woody apologized and told them he'd be back for his PT appointment in thirty minutes. As it was, they rolled into the parking lot almost two hours later. Woody let Jordan help him out of her car but told her he go in by himself.
"You don't need to face the firing squad..." he smiled and pulled her into his lap. After a kiss that promised the world, he let her go, and waited until she drove away to wheel himself into the door. He wasn't prepared for David standing just inside with his arms folded in front of him and a thin lipped smile on his face.
Woody braced his shoulders and planted what he hoped was his most confident smile on his face. If David was looking for an explanation he would just have to be disappointed. Woody simply said, "Good Morning."
"...sleep well?" David asked.
"Wonderfully."
"Good, because we've got a lot of work to do this morning..."
When Woody returned to his room after therapy, Jordan was waiting by the bed with a soft smile and an even softer kiss.
"Hey, how'd everything go?" she asked helping an irate Woody stretch out in bed.
Woody just grumbled and settled back asking her to get him a drink.
"That good huh?" Jordan asked stroking back his hair as she poured him a cup of water and handed it to him with the request he drink it slow. She waited for him to finish the cup before inquiring further about therapy.
"David says...if I can do things not-so-therapy all night long then I can do harder therapy in the morning...he's mean and I don't like him anymore." Woody huffed as Jordan chuckled.
"Blabbermouth.." she said kissing his cheek.
"I didn't tell him anything." Woody promised. "He just...assumed I think. He didn't ask me anything, promise." he told her and leaned into her touch. "So...I was wondering...Cal hasn't decided if he wants to stick around for a little and I need someone to go home to or else they won't let me out of here...and..and I mean, feel free to say no if you can't but I was thinking maybe...that is if it's okay with you...could I stay at your place for a few weeks?" he asked quietly.
"They're talking about letting you out of here?"
Woody cringed thinking he could have been out of there days ago if he had just tried. "Now that the most of the feeling has returned and I'm able to get myself around it's time. They said it's time to go..."
He didn't tell her that his disappearing act last night didn't make the staff all that happy. He didn't come out and say anything, but apparently David was the one who went to bat for him telling them that Woody should have been discharged a week ago and was in good hands. The administration didn't hesitate in starting the paper work. For the next three hours David made sure Woody was ready to go. David told him that he was tired of Woody's half assed efforts. Guiltily, Woody gave him one hundred and ten percent.
Jordan sat down on the edge of the bed. "Just like that...huh?"
Woody misinterpreting her response Woody swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "I probably should just go back to my place. You're working and Cal's idea of looking for work is to read the comics instead of the wanted ads. Besides I need to make sure he hasn't pawned any of my stuff..."
"Woody..."
"You're right. Last night was wonderful and I don't want to ruin it."
"Woody..."
"You said I need to reconnect with Cal more. What better way then having him help me in and out of the bathtub...?"
"I have a shower."
"I know," he smiled smugly. A nice big shower.
"You can stay with me." she argued.
Woody smiled and cupped the back of her neck. He pulled her forward just far enough to brush his lips against hers. "I know."
