Chapter Nine
Strawberries and Whipped Cream
Still not being able to breathe correctly and feeling like her heart was going to beat out of her chest, she slowly walked over to Woody and stood in front of him. He reached out and gently took her hands. "I feel like I not only owe you an apology for being such an ass in my hospital room…an apology I know can't even begin to take away even a tiniest bit of the hurt I caused you…I also owe you my life."
Jordan gave him a surprised look.
"You said last night…about your dream…that you dreamt you didn't get Cal and me out of the house in time."
"Oh. That. I never meant for you to find out…"
"And then there's what you said when I was in the hospital with the concussion…"
Jordan felt her cheeks flush a little. "You heard that?" she asked faintly. The last time they had such a discussion it ended disastrously. Somehow the look in Woody's eyes told her that wouldn't happen this time.
"I did. I heard that …and you said you loved me, you missed me, and your heart was still mine…"
She nodded. "It is…I meant what I told you in your hospital room…and last night."
Woody lifted her hand and put it on his chest…over his heart. "And my heart is yours. I'll never hurt you again. Not intentionally. You're everything I want…and need…I don't want anyone else…not ever. I can't imagine my life without you…I don't want to. I only want you, Jordan. Just you. Just forever."
Jordan looked up in his eyes…eyes that had been laughing earlier…but now were seriously, gazing intently at hers…wanting her to believe him…making her believe him. "Ah…Woody…" her voice caught. "Do you know how much that means to me?"
Woody smiled at her. "I know how much you mean to me…" He lowered his lips and pulled her to him at the same time.
Jordan met him half way, arching up to reach his lips. She kissed him hungrily again…her arms coming up around his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair. His arms were around her waist, fingering the band of her skirt. His lips trailed from her mouth to her ear. "Jordan?" he whispered, a world of meaning in that one word.
She nodded.
He deftly unbuttoned her skirt and slid the zipper down, pushing it to the floor and helping her step out of it and her sandals at the same time.
His shirt was next, as she slowed things down…unfastening each button and kissing his chest in between each space…slowly revealing to her the six pack of abs he had so ruthlessly teased her about at times…and discovered she really could do her laundry on them if she so wanted.
A tantalizing thought….Woody in a tub of bubbles…she shook the image from her mind and concentrated on the here and now. The then could come later.
She reached for his pants the same time he started to remove her top. She sighed as he slipped her blouse from her shoulders and it joined her skirt and sandals.
And suddenly his mouth was everywhere….her lips, her neck and shoulders…then her lips again as their mouths met and dueled, her lips softening under his as well as her body.
She heard Woody moan in response…then lower her on that heart-shaped bed amid all the gauze and the candles, propping her up on the pillows resting against the headboard, pushing his pants and boxers down, and sitting beside her. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he whispered.
Jordan felt a flush return to her cheeks. "Woody…"
"You are…" he kissed her softly. "Very, very beautiful." He reached out and snagged a strawberry from the bowl beside the bed and dipped it in the whipped cream. "You didn't have dessert at the tavern…" He popped the berry in this mouth. "Tell me you aren't allergic…please…"
She shook her head as her eyes began to gleam of with the knowledge of where Woody was taking this. She guessed her naïve farm boy may have always been a figment of her imagination.
"Good….so….are you hungry?"
"A little…"
"You like strawberries?"
"Love them…"
"Whipped cream?"
"Of course…"
Woody snagged another strawberry and dipped the smaller, rounded end in the whipped cream. "You know we're going to have to work off the calories later…"
"Oh, I'm counting on it, Detective."
Woody chuckled and put the larger end of the strawberry between his lips and lowered it to her mouth…..she bit the end off. With one finger Woody wiped the whipped cream off her mouth and swallowed his end of the strawberry. "Good?" he asked.
"Wonderful…"
"Another?"
Jordan nodded, feeling fissures of excitement run up her spine. Woody placed another strawberry with whipped cream in his mouth…but as she bit her end off, some of the cream landed on her chest. "Interesting…" Woody said, after swallowing his end of the strawberry. He bent his head and licked the whipped cream off the hollow between her breasts. Jordan felt her body involuntarily arch towards him.
"Woody…" she breathed softly…and that seemed to push him over the edge. His lips found hers again…coaxing…gentle…as he eased her further back on the bed, his hands tracing her curves, removing her bra, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Jordan sighed and arched against him again, giving him better access to where he wanted to go.
"Ah….sweetheart," he murmured. He eased back and looked her in the eyes…the question hanging between them. A slight nod from her was all it took for him to remove her briefs and settle between her legs…one hand lightly tracing her leg from her knee to her thigh, then around to her bottom. Another slight arch from her was all he needed to urge him on, filling her completely…faltering only to find a rhythm they were both comfortable with.
To Jordan's surprise, her climax came quickly…as if the years between them had been foreplay and when their bodies finally got down to business, hers reacted to his like a magnet. She sucked in a breath…and the next time …minutes later … Woody was with her, rolling her over in his arms.
"Jesus.." Jordan whispered…. "that was…."
"Great…" Woody finished, murmuring the word in her hair.
"Intense was the word I was looking for.."
"You're welcome…" came back in a teasing voice. Then on a more serious note, he tilted her head back to look in her eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Never better…although I think I will need to go shopping when I get home…"
"Lingerie?"
"Furniture. These heart-shaped beds could catch on quick…"
She felt Woody chuckle. "And I've gained a new appreciation for strawberries," he replied.
"Too bad they're only in season once a year…"
"Which brings me to my next point….better enjoy them while we have them…."
"Where's Jordan?" Woody asked Nigel a few days after he and the ME had returned to Boston and their routines. History was repeating itself…their work hours kept encroaching too much on their personal life…which continued to get very personal…much to his delight.
"Field call. Macy sent her out with Santana"
Woody groaned. Both of those women together meant combustible estrogen….he wasn't sure which one was worse.
"I feel your pain," Nigel replied. "Last time they had a case together…."
"Don't remind me. Think Jordan will be back soon?"
"Should be. She's been gone a couple of hours. Should I tell her you dropped by?"
"No…no…I'll just leave a note on her desk…"
"Sure thing, Woody. Take care." And with that Nigel whisked into trace.
Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Woody slowly opened the door to Jordan's office and left a basket on her desk.
When she got back in an hour later, Lily stopped her. "Woody was by here earlier looking for you."
"He was?…What did he want?"
"He didn't say…he just left a basket of strawberries on your desk. Said you'd understand…"
