Thanks again for reading:) Here is some Angela/Jordan. I felt they were lacking. Enjoy! please review:)

MayRaven

Later that night…

Angela couldn't sleep. She was still pumped from the club and the air was too hot and uncomfortable in her room. Spring was starting to give way to early summer nights.

In the kitchen, dressed only in a long over-sized tee, Angela basked in the coolness of the open fridge. She decided on a glass of water with ice to aid in her cooling process. As she sipped it by the light of the fridge there was a tapping at her side door. It was late, about twelve forty-five and she was a bit wary of looking out to see who it was. Her best guess was that Brian had come back to bother her some more.

Slowly she moved at an angle to peek through the sheer lace curtain. Holding her breath, she pulled the lace back. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Jordan. As quietly as possible she unlocked the door and let him in.

"Hey," she whispered. "What are you doing here, it's late?" she wanted to know.

Jordan closed the door behind him and brushed back the hair from his face. Angela loved it when he did that, she could just eat him alive. Jordan sensed her excitement and put his arms around her waist.

"Had to see you, couldn't sleep," he breathed. She pressed into him and they kissed.

Together they made their way to the living room couch, Angela glancing up the stairs to be sure no one else was awake. Jordan eased Angela onto the soft cushions and maneuvered on top of her. She didn't mind in the least.

The heat of the night combined with their hot bodies filling the still air with the scent of sweet sweat. Angela thought of Jordan on stage and how much she'd wanted him. She couldn't help herself. Hands were finding their way into new places and suddenly Jordan's shirt was gone. She kissed his chest as he reached under her nightshirt and squeezed her to him at the small of her back. He pressed his pelvis to hers and she shot back to reality.

"Stop," she said in a hushed voice. "My family is upstairs. We can't do this here."

Jordan's expression was far away for a moment as he thought. "We could go out to my car. Or I know this place," he said with a smirk. When that got no response he added, "Or we could just sneak into your room. They'll never look there."

Angela hit him with a pillow. "Be serious." Only he was. He wanted her bad and she wanted him. Did it matter that Brian had gotten Rayanne pregnant by such an act? At this moment not really, although it was almost enough to break the mood.

"What should we do?" he asked her nipping at the nape of her neck. "What do you want to do?"

What about Rayanne? A little voice in her head reminded her. How would Jordan feel if you were pregnant? What if you were pregnant? What if it was you? What would you do? The little voice would not stop talking.

"What do you want to do?" Jordan repeated catching her chin in his palm.

"Maybe this isn't such a great idea," she said not wanting to admit it.

"With you it never is, why is that?" he asked with a touch of disappointment.

"Jordan, I swear this time I was actually planning to try. But…" she paused.

"Seriously? 'But what'? I'm dying to know, Angela. What was it this time?"

"Don't do that. You said earlier that you were cool with my waiting."

"I am," he sighed turning and sitting up.

Angela pulled herself up and watched as he put his shirt back on. She had to tell him something before he walked out filled with resentment. "It's a secret," she whispered. "All I can tell you is that it's serious and no joke."

"God, who died?" he joked.

"Jordan, this is serious."

"What is it then? Tell me," he said rubbing her shoulders. "You can trust me, you know," he whispered in her ear, breath tickling her neck.

"It's just this girl I know at school. You don't know her. She's, like, pregnant and that sort of thing scares me, okay?" There it was. She told him.

"Is it Sharon?" he asked with all seriousness.

"No, god no. I told you, you don't know her."

"Well, maybe she wasn't careful. Or the guy she was with was a jerk. I have condoms, no sweat," he whispered and went back to caressing her neck and back.

Suddenly Jordan's casual attitude made her feel ill. She felt he was so cool with her concerns because he'd been with so many girls and never had a problem. She didn't want to be kissed by him anymore. The thought of all those girls with Jordan was like instant birth control.

"You know what. I would still rather wait until I was like on the pill," she said making any excuse to get him to back off for the moment.

"Wow, you would do that? That would be really great," he smiled and kissed her mouth.

This was not the reaction she'd imagined. He looked almost too happy.

Jordan got up from the couch and pulled Angela to the side door. "So, you can like do that pill thing and then we can talk about where you want to be. I mean I know it's important and stuff," he said brushing back his hair again.

Angela shivered. That would be nice, but now would be nice if only that little voice in her head and the images of all those other girls hadn't ruined things. Jordan kissed her goodbye and left. Angela locked the door behind him and leaned against the wall.

How was she supposed to tell Patty she wanted birth-control pills? Why had she said that? Would they really be the answer to her anxieties?

And most of all, how was she going to get any sleep after that?

TBC….