Sweet Surrender
Discord Marie
Disclaimer: I own nothing Red Eye related.
A/N: Five months after the terrifying ordeal that took place on the Red Eye, Jackson Rippner decides to check on his girl. Jackson/Lisa
WRN: This chapter contains content not suitable for younger readers…To everyone else please review…
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"Lisa, put this on. We are going out," Jackson said handing her a little black dress. The dress was a silk Chinese-style dress that ended mid-thigh.
"Where are we going?" Lisa asked skeptically.
"To a place where you would want to look nice," Jackson said not answering her question. He handed her the dress and left the room to let her get ready.
It did not take Lisa long to put on the dress. She chose to wear simple black heels with her dress and left her auburn hair free. Jackson had a great taste in clothes, when it came to dressing Lisa.
"How do I look," Lisa asked stepping out of the bedroom and modeling for Jackson.
"Fishing for compliments?" Jackson asked with a smirk. Lisa looked beautiful and he was doubtful that he could express how stunning she really was. "Lovely."
Lisa was pleased by his reaction. Holding out his arm for her, she linked arms around his and leaned close to him.
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"A night club," Lisa said looking at the outside of the building and hearing the pulsing music from within.
The building had no marking on the outside and the entrance was down a back alley. The crowd of partygoers lined up outside were talking and dancing while waiting to be let inside. Jackson led Lisa right past the line and up to the entrance. There was a man the size of a gorilla working as the bouncer and a skinny bottle-blonde standing next to him.
"Katie," Jackson greeted the blonde.
"Rippner!" Katie squealed throwing herself into his arms. "It's been months, where have you been?" she inquired. Katie was wearing tight black leather pants and a hot pink push-up bra.
"Working," was the answer he gave while trying to pry the obnoxious girl off him. "This is Lisa, she is staying with me. Lisa, this is Katie." Jackson saw someone and left Lisa to talk with him.
"Tell me your secret?" Katie asked sizing up Lisa and trying to intimidate her.
"Secret?" Lisa asked distractedly as she watched Jackson talking with a stranger.
"Every girl at this club wants to go home with Jackson Rippner, but he plays hard to get. How did you get him to invite you to stay at his place?" Katie demanded.
"I'm being held hostage," Lisa replied honestly. "I stabbed Jackson twice, shot him, beat him with a field hockey stick and in some sadistic way he likes me, I think."
"I doubt it," Katie said snapping her gum loudly.
"Sorry about that Leese," Jackson said returning to her.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"He's nobody," Jackson said dismissively.
"Going to let us in, Katie?" Jackson asked.
"Sure," the girl said, clearly disappointed when Jackson put his arm around Lisa's waist.
"Katie really likes you," Lisa said watching his face for any reaction.
"Not me, Lisa, my job. This club is like Studio 54 for assassins, managers, and their customers. Katie has screwed nearly every man that has ever been to this club and she wants to add me to her list, but she isn't my type," Jackson said leading Lisa through the crowded building.
"What is your type Jackson?" Lisa asked, looking around at all the people.
Jackson stopped abruptly and Lisa walked into him. He looked down at her with an unreadable expression. "You are," Jackson replied, placing a kiss on her forehead. Leading her up a set of stairs and then to a balcony, that overlooked the dance floor. Jackson sat down at an already occupied booth. There were already four men sitting there, but Lisa only recognized Shane.
"Rippner, who is that delectable creature with you?" an older man asked Jackson, winking at Lisa.
"Her name is Lisa Reisert, she's the one that stopped the Keefe assassination," Shane said, straitening up. Lisa couldn't help but notice his right eye was swollen shut. She looked at Jackson, but he pretended to be oblivious to it.
"Leese, why don't you go dance?" Jackson suggested. The look he gave her told her she wouldn't want to hear the conversation. When she was out of his line of sight, he grabbed the man who had winked at her and slammed his face onto the table.
"Jesus, I was just kidding around," the older man grumbled.
"I'm not. Tell me what you have on my former client James Bugler," Jackson asked.
"It's not good, Jackson. This guy is on the FBI's top ten most wanted list for a reason. The only liability that I see is his female companion Catherine Greig," Dalton said flipping through the folder in front of him for the fifth time in the last few hours.
Dalton was a brilliant mind that Jackson liked to keep around. As Dalton rattled off his information that he had uncovered, Jackson's attention went to Lisa. She sat at the bar alone sipping a Seabreese. He noticed there were lots of men watching her and one that was even brave enough to approach her, walked away a second later disappointed looking. Jackson wondered if Lisa would dance with him and what dancing with her would be like.
"Jackson!" Dalton shouted regaining his attention.
"Hmm," Jackson asked looking around the table.
"Mr. Rippner, you were the last person I thought I would see here," James Bugler greeted. "Does this mean that pretty little thing you've been hiding is here as well?" James asked expectantly.
"James, I already told you that Lisa is mine. The job failed due to circumstances out of my control, leave her out of this," Jackson warned standing up and looking down on the shorter man.
"Ms. Reisert has done this to herself," James replied. James was 76 years old with silver hair and blue eyes.
Jackson knew he needed to get Lisa out of the building. He didn't doubt for a second that while he and James were talking there were men hunting for Lisa. Jackson was frantically trying to think of how to reach Lisa without leading Bugler's men to her.
"Gentlemen, if you will excuse me," Jackson said to his table before walking calmly towards Lisa. James tried to follow, but Jackson's table companions cut off the path and began to lead James elsewhere.
"Jackson how did your meeting go?" Lisa asked.
"We need to leave, now," Jackson said grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the club.
"W-what's h-happening?" Lisa asked looking around the club nervously.
"My former client is here looking to kill us," Jackson growled.
"Jackson you're going too fast," Lisa protested right before she lost her footing. Jackson scooped her up into his arms and continued his pace.
"Do you ever consider wearing sensible shoes? Flats maybe?" Jackson asked a little annoyed.
"I didn't think I was going to be running, again," Lisa said in her defense.
Jackson placed Lisa in the passenger seat and then ran and climbed into his own seat before speeding off in his silver Mercedes. Jackson drove around for most of the night, when he was sure that he could get lost in the crowds of morning traffic Jackson drove back to his apartment.
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Lisa was asleep when he pulled into his garage. Jackson inspected her ankle that she claimed hurt and noticed it was swollen, probably a sprained ankle. Lisa would not be happy to find out.
Jackson was very tender when he removed Lisa from the car. Taking her into his apartment complex, it took some maneuvering to get his keycard out to call down the elevator. When he managed to get Lisa safely inside he placed her on the bed, he lay down next to her and just watched as she slept peacefully.
Jackson changed into a pair of pajama pants and then walked to his office. There were several messages already waiting for him. Shane, asking about what he should do with James Bugler. Dalton, asking if Jackson needed any additional information on Bugler.
"Jackson?" Lisa's called out to him. Then he heard the sound of her hitting the floor.
"Are you alright?" Jackson asked helping Lisa to her feet.
"I'm fine. I may have twisted my ankle back at the club," Lisa explained rubbing the sore area tenderly.
"I had no idea James was going to be there, I never would have brought you if-" Jackson's apology was cut off by Lisa. She kissed him tenderly and pulled Jackson closer.
"I know you didn't mean to lead me to that man," Lisa said holding Jackson's face, before planting another kiss on his lips.
Lisa started to unzip her dress during their kisses, but Jackson's hand on hers stopped any further movement. She looked at him questioningly.
"Let me," Jackson asked.
Sliding the zipper the rest of the way, Lisa's dress pooled around her feet. Limping forward she pressed herself into him seeking another kiss. The kiss was hard and rough as Jackson became excited. Lisa cried out in pain, when she accidentally put pressure on her injured ankle. Jackson decided to get her off her feet and lifted her up. Lisa wrapped her legs around his waist when he shoved her up against a wall. The whole time they never broke the kiss.
The phone rang, but Jackson grabbed it, ripped the phone from the wall and smashed it to pieces on his floor. Lisa would have laughed at his actions, but Jackson's onslaught was overwhelming.
"Bed," Lisa whispered in between kisses.
Jackson looked confused by what she had said, but finally the word registered and he complied with her request. Pushing her back onto the bed, Jackson began to kiss down her neck and along her collarbone, grazing his teeth over her scar, the skipping her breasts and kissing along the smooth surface of her stomach licking and nipping a trail further down. When he reached her panties, he slid them down kissing her bare hips and moving back up to her mouth.
Lisa grinned and then flipped them over on the bed so she was straddling him, leaving a line of kisses on his chest and abs, before removing his pajamas pants. Jackson pulled her down to him and pressed teasing kisses along her breasts. Fisting a handful of her auburn curls he forced her mouth onto his. He was not asking for kisses, but demanding them.
Finally Jackson turned so Lisa was lying on her back, looking to her for confirmation. Lisa nodded and then Jackson was deep inside her. He tried to be slow at first, but Lisa began to claw his back leaving deep red welts and that served as encouragement. He was biting on her bottom lip, propped up on one arm, and running his free hand over her body exploring. It wasn't long before Lisa climaxed and Jackson soon followed.
The couple lay tangled in each other, panting for breath.
"I should get hurt more often, if this is the treatment I get," Lisa sighed placing a kiss on Jackson's knuckles. He gave her that cocky self-assured smirk of his.
"Do you want me to get you an icepack for you ankle?" Jackson asked playing with her hair again.
"If you wouldn't mind," Lisa said laying back staring at the ceiling.
Jackson slipped back into his PJs and walked to the kitchen. Lisa limped around the room and grabbed her discarded panties and one of Jackson's undershirts. The loud bang terrified Lisa and she could only see smoke coming from the halls. She feared a bomb had gone off.
"Jackson," Lisa called out panicking.
"She's in here!" someone shouted running into the room. "Miami Police, ma'am. You're safe now," the officer said leading her out of the room.
Lisa's eyes and lungs burned with the tear gas that filled the room as she searched for Jackson. Lisa was forced to lean on the police officer for support since she couldn't walk on her injured ankle yet. "Jackson!" Lisa called out again, but she didn't see him. Lisa felt embarrassed to be paraded in front on the entire Miami PD wearing lacey pink panties and one of Jackson's white cotton shirts. In the parking lot she was given a blanket to cover up with.
"Lisa, thank god you're all right!" Joe Reisert exclaimed hugging his daughter, and then he noticed her state of dress. "Did he touch you Lisa?"
"Dad," Lisa said annoyed by his question. Where was Jackson? Did the police have him? Limping off to her dad's car, Lisa tried to avoid looking anyone in the eyes.
"Need a ride, miss?" a thick southern voice drawled.
Lisa was about to say no when she saw Jackson, wearing an EMT jumper and a cowboy hat. "Sure mister, where you headed?" Lisa asked playing along.
"Thinking about finding a nice quiet little place to stay," Jackson replied with his thick southern accent still in place.
He quickly led her to a black BMW that was parked down the road and the pair drove off. In the chaotic search for Jackson, no one noticed the EMT leaving with Lisa.
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Now that was fun! This may be my crowning achievement when it comes to chapters. I already have a favorite part of this chapter, when Jackson rips the phone from the wall and smashes it on the floor. I have to admit it's inspired by Ryan Reynolds (and all his sexiness) in Amityville Horror.
Hidden-rose15: Thank you so very much. I'm glad you agree with me. Hope you liked this chapter.
BregoBeauty: Yes, Jackson loves having Lisa around just to play with her. And I have fun writing it.
Crystal: I was going to have them make-out on his desk, but then I decided it would be better to use the sexual tension between the two in a funny way. That and I felt like having Lisa hit Jackson to even out the odds.
Irelandy666: I'm terrible at writing action sequences. Well at least in this story, because the only fighting I want to write about are the fights between Lisa and Jackson. But I tried to add a bit more action in this chapter for you.
Playnirvana24: thank you for your reviews! I'm glad I could make you laugh. This is like my super long chapter of doomy-doomness... I really hope you liked it.
LolaQ: I still don't know what to do with Shane's character. It's terrible of me, the writer, but Shane exists to move my story along when my main characters cant do it alone. I tried to paint him in a better light in this chapter…
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