Pure Jealousy

The Trust Foundation

M

Will/Jack

If I owned them they would have been together from the beginning

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I cursed the fact that it was weekend. I couldn't drown myself in any work at that moment. There was only one case I could work on today and I wanted to save that as an last resort. I had to do something not to think of Jack having lunch with that Joey, Because everyone knew how lunches with Jack ended. Well, not my lunches with him of course, but any other guy sure would get lucky afterwards.

To get my mind of things I went to the gym. I exhausted myself completely. I used the heaviest weights and the most intensive programs. But it didn't work at all. Whenever I heard myself panting from lifting the weights I got visions of him panting, his eyes closing in ecstasy. Sweat was trickling down my face, but I wanted sweat to stream down the sides of his face. I showered quickly, not thinking of what other things I'd rather do in the shower. Soaping Jack for an instance.

I was starting to get extremely desperate on my way home, so I did the only natural thing I could think of: shopping. I went to every shop in Manhattan. Buying expensive kinds of food, and clothes I wouldn't wear anyway. Maybe Jack would wear them? I wondered how they would look on him. No, don't go there! I mentally cursed myself. It was time to go home I decided. Clothes only made me think more of Jack.

At home I immediately started working at one of my cases. But naturally, I had finished it by 5. Desperate for something to get my mind of Jack I started cooking. Something, anything to make me forget how nice he had looked this morning or how sweet his smile was. So genuine, so playful. But as I mixed ingredients and cut vegetables I started to wonder.

Why, why did I have to fall in love with Jack? He was nice, yes, attractive as well, but there were a million other, better guys I could and should fall in love with. Jack could never give me that security I needed in a relationship. He only had relationships for sex, and I needed more than that. I needed a sole mate. And was my sudden attraction to him purely sexually or also romantically? I didn't know, I honestly didn't.

I made every recipe I had at the moment. Muffins, cakes, casseroles. By 7 I had an enormous amount of food. I set the table for three. Jack and Grace were coming over. Grace because she liked me and Jack because he couldn't even make a sandwich. I stuffed all the other food in the fridge and put on some music just when Grace came in.

"Hey, honey. How are you?" she looked worried. I sighed, when would she ever stop worrying over me? I was fine, fine!

"I'm okay, you?" She sniffed.

"You're not okay, you made waffles. You never make baked goods unless there's a holiday coming up or when you're in love with someone you shouldn't be."

I frowned. She made it sound like falling in love with my best friends was a bad thing to do. How very right she was.

"Yeah, well, I uhm- You see the gym owner, uhm, bakery store no wait, the cat-." I was babbling. How could I not? Jack just walked in and he looked gorgeous. He wore my cloths, of course, and they looked so good on him. His hair was a bit windswept and he smiled happily about something. I had the incredible urge to throw him on the couch and tear off his clothes.

"Ooh! What smells so good? I'm thinking chocolate chip muffins!" He squealed happily. Of course, the man couldn't multiply any number with any other number, but food was his specialty.

I couldn't help but grin. God, he was so adorable.

"Yeah, I made some." Grace eyed me suspiciously. Was she afraid I would drop to my knees all of a sudden and declare my undying love for him or something? I wasn't stupid. Well, not that stupid.

He rushed over to the kitchen and started opening the closets.

"Where are they then? I love chocolate chip muffins!" He grinned insanely. I opened the fridge and gave the bag with muffins to him. His eyes gleamed in delight.

"You can have all of them if you want to." I said to him, my eyes roaming his lean body. God, what I would give to take him to my room and kiss him all over.

"Thanks, Will." He leaned in and kissed me on my cheek. I felt myself melt under his touch. I blushed like a schoolgirl in love and stuttered something. He didn't notice anything however. He bit into a muffin and said with his mouth full:

"Oph my Gfod, thisf ish so gowd!"

"Well, yeah. But now it's time for dinner." Grace pointed out.

"All right, all right mom." He rolled his eyes and put the muffins away and sat down at the table.

I stumbled to my seat, my face still burning from his kiss. It was a friendly kiss! Don't get your hopes up Truman! I told myself sternly as I sat down at the table. Grace started piling food up at her plate immediately and asked:

"So, how was your lunch with Joey, Jack?"

Jack sighed dramatically.

"It was awful. He got dumped by his boyfriend and wanted to cry over him. So I didn't get any." I felt a great feeling of triumph search through me. The fact that he didn't have sex twice that day made me feel so much better. I knew I couldn't have him, so anyone refusing sex to him was like a hero to me.

Dinner went by in a daze. Just being with him made my day. It felt great just talking to him about everyday business and looking at him. Yes, I really was in love with him. Whenever he smiled at me or laughed at one of my jokes I felt myself blushing and losing concentration. I hardly noticed Grace being there. It was only me and Jack. Grace didn't mind though, as long as there was food, she didn't have a problem with anything.

"As much as I like eating here and being ignored by the two of, I still need to do some work at home so I'll be going." She said matter-of-factly. Her twinkling eyes locked with mine. She clearly told me to make a move after she was gone.

"Ah, honey, have we ignored you? We're so sorry!" Jack said grinning and patted her on the head.

"Never mind." She said. "Have fun you two." She winked at me and left.

Jack got up after she left and held out his hand.

"Let's dance, Will." I chocked on my wine. Dancing? Was he trying to kill me? Touching him and being so close to him would be a complete torture.

"I can't dance, Jack, you know that." I lied flatly, averting my gaze.

"You liar!" He smiled. He pulled the glace out of my hand and put it on the table. He forced me up and pulled me away from the table. I couldn't resist him. His soft touch had made me heat up all over. He turned the music up a bit and placed his hand on my shoulder. Of course he would be the woman when we were dancing, he always was. I grinned. I wondered if he would also be so submissive when we would- I stopped my thoughts right there. Control, control, control. I said to myself.

I placed my hand on his waist and we started to sway to the music.

We were so close together. I could feel his breath on my cheek and his body was so near my own. I couldn't help but notice that we fit together so perfectly. We were exactly the same height and we moved together like a couple who had danced with each other for their whole lives. Touching him like this, looking in his bright blue eyes sparkling with mirth made so incredibly happy. I wanted to stay like that forever. Just dancing and singing the song. It was not torture at all, it was heaven.

I twirled him and he laughed softly. I pulled him back to me and he pressed up against me, his body fully against my own.

I kissed the soft skin of his neck and my hands rested on his waist. I pulled him towards me forcing myself deeper in. He groaned loudly and panted. "Hmm, Will. Oh, God, yes!"

I shook my head lightly as I felt his hands rest on my shoulders. I had my hands on his back and we started to dance in small circles.

"Will." He breathed at me, looking at me from under his eyelashes.

"Yeah." I whispered, desperately trying not to think of his warm body touching mine or how his hands left a burning feeling on my skin.

"You seem so tense, are you feeling okay?" He whispered. He looked indeed worried. I was worried as well, he had noticed something about me. I panicked a bit, what if he had found out? What would he do? Laugh? Scream? Yell? Shut me out of his life?

"I'm, I'm just a bit stressed I guess." I smiled weakly at him, I was distracted by his lips. Their were so red and they looked so soft. How would they feel pressed against my own?

"You know, you need something to make that go away, because a stressed Wildred is not so nice to be around with."

I frowned, I felt a bit offended.

"What I mean to say is that you need something to distress yourself." He started to lightly rub my shoulders. I made a sound that sounded somewhat agreeing.

"I'm here for you, you know that right?" He whispered, leaning in, his scent intoxicating me. He was right, he had always been there when I needed him.

"I know." I whispered.

"And if there's something you need, I'll give it to you. Anything to make you less tense."

"I wasn't tense at dinner." I frowned a bit.

"No, I know." He smiled. "But I can feel it, you're really stressed about something." He knew me so well, so much better than Grace.

"You're right."

"Will, I'm here as your best friend, I'm here for laughter, tears and comfort. Any comfort." He looked at me with a strong gaze, clearly trying to say something, but I couldn't make out what.

"I know, Jack." I reassured him.

He broke away from our embrace.

"Any comfort." He repeated. He pressed a kiss to my cheek and walked out.

What do you think? I know it's slightly different than the first chapter, but please review and tell me what you think!