A/N Ok, the sex is finally here, but according to it can't be explicit. I don't really know how to write anything but explicit so this is going to be brief and simple. I don't want any reviews on how the sex should be more graphic. As always reviews are appreciated and loved.

Bobby and I continued our walk in silence except for the occasional laugh from him. He snorts when he laughs. I couldn't believe that Tyler set Sofi on fire. Well, I could, but I had never thought of him as capable of something like that. I guess murder and mayhem run in the family; bad blood I suppose. I bet that Bobby could relate to that. After all, they didn't call him the "Michigan Mauler" for no reason.

Eventually we arrived at Evelyn's where chaos ruled. Jack and Angel were trying to get a hysterical Sofi into Jerry's car. Bobby laughed even harder at that sight. I was also trying to suppress a chuckle or two. They finally noticed us when Bobby rudely shouted, "It's a burnt hairy taco!"

That simple statement brought Sofi to new heights of loudness and screeching and sobbing. I couldn't see any injuries on her, but I had never met her before. She could always look like that for all I know. I wasn't going to dwell on it. Hell, Tyler might have been doing her a favor. If she was half as ugly as Bobby described though she'd need more than a favor to look any better, or worse.

Jack meanwhile and wrenched himself out of Sofi's gorilla grip and come over to Bobby and myself. He looked quite distraught and was holding onto his arm. I reached out and pulled his sleeve back. He was bleeding from where Sofi's nails had dug into his arm. I would have to tell Tyler how to properly set that bitch on fire, and teach him how to make napalm. Bobby glanced down and smirked, "La Vida Loca got her claws into you too, huh Jack?" Jack frowned and mumbled something, and I smacked Bobby on the back of the head. "That bitch had better keep her hands to herself if she knows what's good for her." I didn't even realize that I had spoken until Jack hugged me and Bobby started patting me on the back and laughing again, snorting again.

Sofi started screaming from Jerry's Volvo and Angel could be heard begging for his brothers to come with him. Bobby and Jack exchanged looks and Bobby headed over to the car, saving Jack from the Wicked Witch of Mexico. You could hear him insulting her from the moment he climbed into the passenger seat. When the car finally pulled out of the driveway Jackie heaved a sigh of relief. "I thought she was going to rip my arm off." I smiled up at him, "You have any trouble with her just let me know." He laughed, "You'd protect me from La Vida Loca?"

I leaned back, "Let's just put it this way; she'd need more protection than Angel could provide."

Jack nodded and we headed into Evelyn's to get him cleaned up. Inside it was a lot calmer. Evelyn was in the kitchen chuckling over a glass of water and Tyler was at her side not looking the least bit repentant. I would have to have a little chat with him when I got the chance. Jack and I sat down and Evelyn took a few moments to contain her mirth. I understood her dilemma. Once Tyler had "accidentally" put eye drops into his father's drink when he was mad. I still giggle over that occasionally.

Evelyn finally stopped and looked up, "I gather that you've heard about our little drama?" I nodded and smiled. The Saint shook her head, "Normally I would insist on some sort of punishment, but I think Sofi has had that coming for a long time." She reached over and ruffled Tyler's hair, "I'm just surprised you beat Bobby to it."

Jack snorted and then hissed when his arm bumped the table. Evelyn's eyes shot up and she asked what had happened. I explained that someone needed to have Sofi declawed. Evelyn insisted that Jack let her clean it and dragged him to the bathroom before some sort of Sofi induced infection set in.

I took that opportunity to observe Tyler. He had grown a few inched since I had seen him this close. Evelyn had obviously been feeding him well as he'd gained a few pounds too. He didn't shrink under my scrutiny; instead he smiled. He had always been a very important part of my life, and he knew that I couldn't stay mad at him.

We heard bumping around upstairs and I leaned in toward Tyler; "Sweetie, we've talked about this. You can't draw attention to yourself like that. When you draw attention to yourself you draw attention to me, and we can't afford that."

He hung his head a bit, "But I did it for you."

The shock must have shown clearly on my face, "How do you mean?"

His cute little button nose scrunched up as he explained, "Sofi wrecked your car and got all the guys upset at you. She got you in trouble, so I set her on fire."

I had to smile at my little Machiavellian prince. I spent most of my time looking out for him and he was trying to do the same for me. "Tyler, I handled it. That's what I do. Believe it or not I plan for most of the things that could happen, even if the odds are a million to one. Having said that, I appreciate you looking out for me."

Tyler shook his head, "You didn't handle it. Bobby still doesn't believe you. He's been trying to talk the others into following you whenever you go somewhere. Jack's the only reason that they haven't. I think Bobby's going to try to though."

That was news to me. I knew it was more than coincidence that I ran into the eldest Mercer today. Maybe Tyler could be more useful than anticipated. "Ty, I have a job for you. Keep your ears open when they talk about me. I'm probably going to need to know what Bobby is planning."

My nephew nodded, eager to be of use. He'd always been quite obsessive about being included in everything, and now he was thrilled that he was playing a major role.

We heard steps on the stairs and we both returned to our original positions and started a fake conversation that we had done a few times before, "So Tyler, are you enjoying school."

"Do you know any kid my age that does?"

"I enjoyed school when I was your age."

"That explains a lot."

Evelyn and Jack both started chuckling. I managed to look confused, but winked at Tyler when the others weren't looking. Evelyn and Jack sat back down and introduced Tyler and myself formally. Saint Evelyn managed to introduce me as Jack's girlfriend; which made Tyler's eyebrows disappear into his hairline. Jackie asked him what was wrong and Tyler answered like a true smartass. "I thought you were gay."

Drama ensued and before long Evelyn and I were dragging the boys away from each other. I even managed to drag Jack all the way back to my house. We had unfinished business that I would love to complete. I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind too much.

I pulled his jacket off as soon as we were in the door and pushed him toward my bedroom. He didn't resist much. Once we were inside my room I slammed the door and locked it. Nothing was going to interrupt us this time. Jack looked at me questioningly, "If I don't fuck you soon I'm going to spontaneously combust."

Jack laughed and sat on my bed, "You know Kylie that's not exactly the most romantic thing you could say. I might have to withhold sex from you."

I looked at him in shock, "Like hell you will!"

I started pulling my shoes and socks off while Jack watched lazily from my bed. I quickly divested myself of my shirt and pants and pushed Jack back until he was lying down. I climbed on top of him until I was straddling his "manly areas."

He still didn't move. I was starting to get frustrated; it's no fun playing by yourself. "Jack, you're not going to make me beg are you?" Don't get me wrong, I'm a proud woman, but you try going a year or two without sex. Then try meeting a sex god who has a potent libido and see how well you fare.

Jack smirked at me, "I might. Mom said that we should wait until our first date is over."

I frowned and rested my forehead on his shirt-covered chest. "Jackie, let's look at this realistically. You live with Bobby and La Vida Loca and a kid who likes to burn her. This might be our only chance this week to do something physical," I said while rotating my hips. He would give in soon. He had to, if he didn't I would be hauled off the nearest psych ward.

I kept up the motion with my hips and leaned down. I put my lips against his ear and whispered, "Please Jack."

I was rewarded with a loud groan. He was breaking; I could feel it, literally. I moved my head until my mouth was against his other ear, "Please, please, please; Jackie, I need you."

Next there was a lot of tumbling and it felt as if my body did a complete 180. It did. Jack had rolled us over and was settling down on top of me. I couldn't say that I minded. He weighed more than I did, but it was a good weight. He smirked at me from his vantage point, "Kylie, it's not nice to tease."

I arched my back and pressed our lower bodies against each other, "Who said I was teasing?" Jackie's eyes had closed and he was breathing heavily, but he still managed to choke out, "You'd better not be."

I laughed quite loudly at the thought of Jackie threatening me, "Or what? Would you sick Sofi on me?"

His eyes opened and he looked me up and down, "Shouldn't say her name, you'll ruin the mood."

"Good point;" I leaned in and pressed my lips gently to his. He tasted like alcohol and blood, my two favorite poisons. His lips quickly reciprocated, and his tongue tried to join the battle, but had trouble. I was leaning us both back until my head touched the pillow and then I allowed his plundering to continue.

From that point on I stopped cataloguing details and just absorbed as much of his touch as I could. Every time his mouth or hands moved over me I felt like I was being branded, burned; his touch made me smolder. Jack was ice to my fire.

Every moan, every grunt, every time he said my assumed name was divine. The sweat beading on his shoulders and his brow was pure poetry. Jack's body moved over mine like the ocean moves over the beach. I soon felt waves of pleasure flowing through the lower part of my body. A kaleidoscope of colors exploded before my eyes, and my body felt as if it were taking a free fall from the heavens.

When it was all over I felt complete. Jack lay by my side; we were both sweaty and messy, but completely satisfied. It made me wonder why I hadn't gone after him sooner, and when we could repeat this sort of encounter. It kind of bothered me that Jack hadn't been calling out my name, but it couldn't be helped. It was the way I had chosen to live my life, and I couldn't go back on it now.

I felt Jack's hand on my shoulder and I turned to face him. "You're not regretting this are you," he asked?

I shook my head and murmured something sweet and endearing to him, but I was wondering to myself "should I be?"