Disclaimer: Don't own them. Simple as that.
Authors note: Alright now, the reviews submitted for the last chapter were very mixed. I am happy that some people liked it, but I agree with the others that said it was very ooc. This story has been written and finished already and when I went over it again, I realised how very ooc Parker was, but couldn't change it because the story had been written already. For that I apologise, and I am sorry for the readers I have turned off of this.
Chapter six...
Jarod looked at her, he had not spoken yet. The pain had subsided to a dull agony, but at least it wasn't the burning agony of a few minutes ago.
Placing the scotch on the bedside table, she took out the cuff key from its spot and un-cuffed his hands, re-cuffing them in front of his body.
He sighed gratefully as he flexed his shoulders. "Thanks,"
She ignored his words as she pulled him to sitting position.
He moved his hands down to his leg, realising that he was practically naked. He tentatively pressed the wound, grimacing as he did so.
"How stupid are you?" Parker asked in something akin to amusment.
He pulled his legs up, trying to reach his jeans.
She couldn't believe he just added pressure to his sore leg. Slapping his hands away, Parker glared at him.
He tried again to pull up his jeans, ignoring her glare. He was not going to sit in front of her practically naked.
She grabbed his hands and held them close to her. "Unless you want to be tied back down, I'd leave them be."
"Parker..." He started as she grabbed his hands. "I'm cold," He protested lamely.
"The heating is set at 25 degrees, you're not cold."
"I could be going into shock," He tried to reason.
"If you were going into shock, you wouldn't be stating it," She shot back.
"Why can't I have my pants? And what about a shirt?" He asked.
"Because I don't want you to have them." She said simply as she raked her eyes up and down his body.
He didn't like the way she was eyeing him up and down at all. He tried to shift back away from her. "What about some water? I need some water please?" He tried changing tack.
Parker kept a firm grasp on his hands. Keeping him from moving too far. With one hand, she reached down and yanked his pants off from his feet and threw them across the room.
He groaned and curled his lip as his jeans went flying. Trying to pull the cuffs from her grip, he gave them an experimental yank.
She fell forwards a little before she yanked his hands back to her viciously.
"Ahhh," He moaned as she pulled on his wrists, hurting both his wrists and his chest.
"Stay." She barked.
"I need some water please Parker." They had been here for hours and he had had nothing more than a mouthful to drink.
Letting go of his hands, she walked the few steps to the cart and got him a bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap, she handed it back to him.
"Thankyou," He took the water happily from her, gulping it down. He tried to shuffle down closer to the edge of the bed, so he could sit more comfortably.
"Did I not just tell you to stay?"
He closed his eyes. "Sorry," He muttered, with something he hoped approached sincerity, but he resented being ordered around as if he was a dog.
Taking one of the apples from the cart, she walked back over to Jarod, sitting on the bed next to him, she handed it to him.
"Thanks," He said, this time with total sincerity. He bit into the fruit, relishing its crispy sweetness.
Smiling a small smile, she nodded. Glancing around the room, she saw his duffle bag and went over to it.
Jarod quickly ate the apple and froze as she went over to his bag. "What are you doing?" He asked. Hoping she was going to get him some clean clothes. He had to fight the urge to get up and get them himself.
Searching it, she pulled out a pair of track pants. Pausing, she dropped the pants back into the bag and turned around. "What is in here you don't want me to see?"
"Nothing! It's just... it's mine. It's rude to go through peoples personal things,"
"You mean like my mothers things?"
"No," He stiffened. "If I had something, I would tell you." He said, a little offended. "I have never kept anything from you."
She glared at him, "You know that's not what I meant."
He shifted as he realised what she had meant. "There are things there that concern my life too," He tried to defend himself.
"It is still not your things to go through, regardless if it concerns you or not."
Jarod looked down at the apple core in his hands. She was right. But so much of it concerned him, and he did not trust that Parker would tell him if he just handed them over to her. "Well there is nothing very exciting in there," He shrugged.
Glaring angrily at him, she grabbed the pants and stormed over to him and shoved them into his hands.
He took the pants and started to try and get them on. He tried to stand in order to get the pants on.
Parker shoved him back down roughly.
"What?" He growled at her. "All I am doing is trying to get them on."
Pushing him into a laying position, she ripped the pants from his hands and easily pulled them up over his legs and over his hips. Ignoring the fact that her hands had touched a few places that they shouldn't have.
"How far do you think I could..." He paused and his breath caught as her hands brought the pants up over his legs and hips. His face coloured again and he looked away.
She smiled down at him, actually flattered. It always made her feel good when a man blushed because of her.
Jarod was mortified by his own reaction, and her smile made it even worse. He wished he had a shirt on. He felt so vulnerable like this, so exposed.
She saw the look on his face and sat next to him, a bit to close for his liking she was sure.
Jarod shifted a little uncomfortably. She smelt so good. He was not sure what game she was playing now.
"What's the matter Jarod?" She purred.
"Nothing," He almost stuttered.
Climbing over his hips, pinning his hands over his head, she lent in close, "You sure now?" She asked, grinding her hips slightly into his. How she loved teasing men, this one was no exception.
Jarod struggled to pull his hands from her grip. Her weight was pressing on his wound, but it was the pressure somewhere else that he was most concerned about right now. She was going to drive him crazy. "Parker," He breathed.
"Ohhh..." She pouted. "Aren't I good enough for you genius?" She whispered into his ear.
He wanted desperately to kiss her. As her breath tickled in his ear, his entire body shivered.
"Well?" The drinks making her head a little light.
He turned his head, trying to get his lips closer to her.
"You aren't answering me." She said softly as she pulled back slightly to look at him, hurt was glistening in her eyes.
"Parker," He breathed again, his head lifting, trying to follow her. He had forgotten what her question was.
She looked at him sadly as she climbed off of him
He tried to reach out for her, grabbing her arm. "Don't go," He whispered.
She paused as he touched her, not sure if she was angry or pleased.
He knew he should not be doing this, knew she was a little drunk, but he couldn't stop himself.
"What?" She whispered. He had hurt her deeper than she thought he could. Simply not answering her, not saying she was good enough for the almighty pretender had hurt her.
He looked at her and pulled her back down, cupping her face gently between his cuffed hands.
"Don't Jarod..." She couldn't handle another rejection.
He ignored her and lowered his face gently to hers.
"No..." She whispered as she turned her face.
He held a little tighter, he did not want to let this moment slip by. "Parker," He breathed again. "I have waited so long for this," He brought his lips down on hers in a gentle kiss, waiting to see if she pulled away again.
She fought herself, she wanted this, but years of training were telling her no and know she was thinking more clearly, her mind was paying more attention to the thoughts in her head.
When she didn't pull away, he deepened the kiss, giving himself to it completely.
She stayed still, not knowing what she wanted. She wanted him so badly, wanted to be loved like Tommy loved her. But she was terrified.
Jarod could feel her anxiety, but he did not let her go.
It wasn't the playfulness she was using before, this was real. She felt herself relax a little and kissed back.
But Jarod pulled back from the kiss. He wanted it so badly, but not like this. She had been drinking.
She watched as he pulled back. He didn't want her. She turned away as the tears started to gather and she stood up.
"Parker," He called as he tried to stop her from standing up.
"What!" She snapped, not meaning it.
He looked at her sadly, reaching out for her.
"No!" She cried. He had hurt her, once again.
"Please Parker," He urged. He started to stand, to try and pull her back to him. He was not sure if she was upset with him or herself.
"What?" She said standing still.
He stood and moved closer to her, damn the cuffs, he wanted to embrace her. He brought his hand up to her face and brushed it gently down her cheek.
She lowered her eyes, fighting back the tears. No one had touched her like that for a very long time.
He moved a little closer, tilting up her chin gently, bringing his lips down to kiss her again.
She wanted to pull away, but found herself accepting the kiss.
He pulled away briefly so he could move his hands behind her back, and then found her lips again. Melting against her body, he gave her a passionate kiss, forgetting everything in the moment.
Parker was helpless to pull back and she found herself kissing him.
He could hardly believe it. He had dreamt about his almost his entire life. He pulled her closer, and then moved his mouth down to nuzzle behind her ear, murmuring her name.
Hell, if she were going to do this, she would do it correctly. Ducking out from his embrace, she stood back from him.
Jarod's eyes opened as she escaped his embrace, he was breathing heavily. He nearly lost his balance, as she was no longer there to support him.
She reached into her bra and pulled out the cuff key.
He lifted up his hands, not taking his eyes from hers.
She undid the cuffs and watched as they fell to the ground.
Jarod grabbed her gently and guided her over to the bed.
Parker pulled away from him and stepped back, not sure if she wanted this now.
"Parker," He moaned, stepping forward to her, reaching out.
She put her hand up to still him.
He reached out and paused. He looked at her and took a step closer. Leaning down he said her name, "Parker." He wanted her so badly he didn't think he could stop now. But he would never force her. He would die before he hurt her like that.
She pushed him back a little.
Jarod looked up, hurt and confusion in his eyes.
She looked him up and down before looking at his face. Staring into his eyes. Reaching out, she touched the mole under his eye and smiled softly.
He closed his eyes at the gentle touch and smiled. Finally he opened them again, thinking that his heart would break if he couldn't hold her right now.
Parker fought back the tears.
His hand reached up and took hers. He brought it to his lips and kissed her palm. He brushed away a tear from her eye with his other hand.