Title: One night in Boston
Summary: Jordan and Woody share one passionate night. Will this bring them closer together or will Jordan run again?
Spoiler: Depends on how much you have already seen. This story follows the events of the season 4 episode 'Embraceable You' (Where Jordan refuses to take Woody's ring) cause this is how far I have seen.
Pairing: WJ
Rating: M (explicit material)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my computer and my imagination.
A/N: Please note that I'm not a native speaker and there might be some mistakes in the story but I'll try to keep them at a minimum. Please read and review.
Chapter one: The night out, part 1
It was the end of an exhausting shift at the morgue, when Jordan Cavanaugh finally arrived at her apartment. The case she had was still tormenting her. It had been an accident that killed that young innocent girl but she felt for her nontheless. Maybe if she could have told somebody about her pregnancy and if she had received medical treatment she would be still alive. At least the baby was fine now.
Jordan threw her keys on the table and fell onto her couch with a sigh, not even bothering with the light switch, because the dark reflected her mood. The case wasn't the main thing that tormented her, though. She couldn't stop thinking about what Woody had said to her today. She was finally ready to admit her feelings and he told her that they should stay friends. It hurt her but the truth was that she has been pushing him away for the past few years. What did she expect? That he would wait for her forever? Maybe he was right. Maybe they were both better off if they moved on. Jordan felt the familiar lump form in her throat at the thought of never being with Woody. She tried hard to stop the tears from falling at the thought that she really had fucked up. Why couldn't she just accept the ring and overcome her damn insecurities. A lonely tear escaped her closed eyelids and she quickly brushed it away. No, she wouldn't cry, there were better ways to unwind. She made a decision and rushed to her closet, inspecting her wardrobe. Yeah, that seemed like the perfect solution: A night of clubbing, drinking and making other men crazy for her. That was what she needed now.
….
Meanwhile, Woody was pacing inside his own apartment, also thinking about his conversation with Jordan. He kept telling himself that it was right to end this dance between them but there was this little voice inside his head kept bothering him about the 'what ifs'.
Maybe he should have let her talk. Maybe she would finally come clean with her feelings for him. Maybe they could have lived happily ever after. Maybe he would lose her forever now after what he said.
His last thought made him catch his breath. He didn't think he would survive losing Jordan even if she was only his friend. Things would never be the same now. He could kick his own ass now for his proud ego. But he couldn't go on forever like it was. It hurt him everytime she pushed him away and there's only that much a man can take.
His head began to throb from all these different thoughts. He only knew one thing for sure: he needed a drink. So he grabbed his coat and his keys and left the apartment.
…
When Woody entered the crowded club, he was greeted with loud blasting music and he had to rethink his decision of drinking at a club and not at a bar where it would be quieter. But at a bar there wouldn't be a distraction and he would end up thinking about Jordan the whole time. At the club he could always distract himself by watching attractive women dance; although he doubted that he would find any of those dressed up dolls nearly as attractive as Jordan. He immediately scolded himself for that thought. No, tonight this name was forbidden territory, tonight he didn't know this beautiful, intelligent and sexy woman named Jordan. Little did he know how hard this was going to be.
He took his time to scan the club. He had to admit that it looked really nice and clean. There was a big dancefloor in the middle, which was already pretty crowded. To his left and in the back of the room were two bars. There were also two staircases which led to galleries above the dancefloor with red sofas where you could take a break from dancing or engage in other 'activities'. The whole club was nicely decorated with small palm trees and other items that gave the room a tropical atmosphere.
Woody decided to sit at the bar in the back because it was more secluded and he had a better view of the dancers there. He found an empty stool and took a seat. Then he motioned for the barkeeper and ordered a beer. Something harmless for the beginning. When he received his drink he turned around to watch some of the dancers. His gaze was instantly caught by a tall dark haired beauty that was swaying her hips seductively to the music. Her back was to him, so he could comfortably check her out. She had long, curly hair that flowed down her back and he could see that she was wearing a deep red halterneck top. His eyes wandered lower. He acknowledged that she had nice curvy hips and a damn fine ass which was accented by the short, but not too short black skirt she was wearing. His eyes travelled to her long, lean legs. He never considered himself as a legs-man but he couldn't get his eyes of those ones.
'She almost looks like… No, I won't think of her now' he thought. He didn't want to admit that she caught his eye because she had a great resemblance with Jordan. His eyes travelled back to the beautiful dancer just in time to see her turning around slowly. He couldn't wait to see if her face was as pretty as the rest of her body. The moment came and he had a full view of her face. He was shocked to say at least. He looked at her with his mouth standing wide open. If this would have been a cartoon his jaw would have literally hit the floor.
'Jordan, this is really Jordan,' was the only thought he was capable of.
…
Jordan knew that there were men watching her while she danced. While being reduced to an object for a man's fantasy normally repulsed her, today it fueled her ego that was hanging low after Woody's rejection. So she put an extra effort in swaying her hips. She was wearing her shortest skirt (not that she owned many) and a red halterneck top which showed some cleavage. These were clothes she only bought because they looked nice without the intention of actually wearing them. Along with them she was wearing her only pair of high heels, knowing that she wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. She felt a little exposed with so little on her but nothing a bit of alcohol wouldn't cure. She already had some drinks to make her feel a bit more confident. She was enjoying herself and she succeeded to get Woody off her mind for a while now.
That was until she turned around slowly to check out the rest of the men. She slowly scanned the bar. Nothing special there until she saw a really hot guy. She took a closer look and let her eyes roam over his body. He was clad in dark blue Jeans and although he was wearing a dark violet shirt she could make out his muscular chest. Here eyes went up to his face and she could swear when she recognized him, her face mimicked his own shocked one. His grimace would have caused her to laugh if this situation wasn't so bizarre. She guessed that she was the least person he hoped to run into but she couldn't be mad because she was feeling the same way. After some minutes have passed she realized that she hadn't moved a bit since she recognized him and other dancers were starting to bump into her. Swallowing her pride and gathering up some courage she made her way over to him.
'At least be polite and say hi. Then you can leave unnoticed and go somewhere else,' she told herself.
…
She was moving towards him, which made him swallow nervously. In that outfit she was making him already crazy from the distance, he doubted that he could resist her when she got near him.
'She's almost here. Calm down Woody, try not to sound like some horny teenager' he tried to steel himself.
"Um… Hi Woody!" she stammered with her arms crossed protectively.
"Hi Jo…Jordan!" he cursed himself for stuttering but seeing that she was also nervous made him feel better.
"You want to take a seat?" he asked her, pointing to the stool next to her.
"Sure, I need a drink, anyway," she shrugged
She ordered tequila and as soon as she got it she gulped it down without salt or lemon, not even cringing afterwards.
"Wow, I'm impressed. I wouldn't have been able to drink that without a reaction."
"You know, I could drink you always under the table, farm boy," she said with a challenging smile. The tension inside her slowly subsided as soon as she saw that they could still get into their own friendly banter.
"Dream on, Jordan. I'm a man, I can handle more than you," he said with his best macho expression. He looked over at her. Again, he began to wonder if his decision was right. No, it was better if they remained friends, he told himself. He was mildly convinced until he gave her again a glance once over. Her skirt had rid up some inches when she sat down, which gave him a much better view of her perfect legs. He asked himself if they felt as soft as they looked. Her top showed just the right portion of cleavage as she was leaning on the counter, watching him witch amused eyes.
"Hey Woody, my face is up here," she scolded him playfully. He gulped hard, knowing he had been caught checking her out.
"Anyways, how about a challenge? Who can handle more, you or me," she challenged him.
Damn, that would only cause him trouble, a drinking contest and this sexy woman next to him. He didn't think he could resist her when he drank too much.
"Do you really think this is such a good idea?"
"Sure, I can behave. But what about you?" she asked, mocking him. Okay that was a lie. She could only hope that she wouldn't jump on his bones sooner or later. He looked so hot and not to mention how great he smelled. It was this masculine smell that was uniquely him, that drove her crazy. When she caught him looking at her, she thought she could see something like desire in his eyes. No, she surely imagined that part. He was the one who wanted to be 'only friends' and she had to respect his wish, no matter how hard it was going to be.
"You're really confident of yourself, aren't you? But okay, I'll take the challenge."
She looked at him surprised. She didn't think he'd take this seriously.
"Uhm… ok. Let the game begin," she quickly got over her initial shock and ordered a bottle of tequila and two glasses. The bartender handed it to them along with a salt shaker and lemon slices.
He took the bottle and poured them two shots. They got prepared with the salt and the lemon slices and took their glasses.
"May the best win," Jordan announced, clinking her glass with his. They licked the salt, gulped down their first tequila and bit the lemon. Again, no reaction from Jordan, but Woody made a sour face.
"I don't know how you can gulp it down so easily," Woody said, shaking his head.
"It's all training," she told him smiling.
They repeated their action several times and soon the bottle was half empty. It went relatively save until now although they were both beginning to feel a bit light headed.
"So me and my former girlfriend back in Wisconsin decided to have a little fun. We went to a small lake and did a little skinny-dipping," Woody started to tell. What began as a telling of funny stories from work soon got personal.
"Wow, I've never pictured you for somebody who'd go skinny-dipping," Jordan said grinning. The image of his naked, wet body invaded her mind, making it difficult to concentrate on his story.
"See, you'll always learn something new about me. Anyways, we really had fun until we saw a giant bear at the lakeside. I think it was drawn there by the food we brought with us. It began to rummage through our things and it proceeded not to only eat our food, but ripped all of our clothes. We screamed at the bear to chase it away but it was no use. We couldn't come out from the water cause the bear was still there, so we waited. Somebody must've seen this, cause after a while, a police car arrived and the bear was chased away by the siren. I thought we were rescued until it dawned on me. The sheriff got out of the car, really slowly. He was looking at me with such hatred that I thought he'd shoot me right away. You have to know the sheriff was the girl's father. I didn't know what was worse, the bear or him," he ended his story.
Jordan broke into laughter as she imagined poor Woody's face back then. She brushed his shoulder with her head in the process and he was a sweet scent flooded his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply as long as she was so close. He knew this scent well and he didn't think that he'd ever get enough of it.
"Aww, poor Woody. You must've been scared to hell," she said, still grinning and patted his arm. The touches got more frequent between them, the more they drank. Sometimes she brushed his hand while reaching for the bottle or he brushed hers while reaching for the salt. They sat so close together now, that their thighs were touching and he could feel the heat of her naked flesh searing through his Jeans. He still tried to pretend that it had no effect on him.
"Just make fun of me Jordan. We'll see who's got the last laugh," he said with mock hurt in his voice.
"Now it's your turn. Tell me something embarrassing."
"No way."
"Come on, don't be such a chicken."
"I'm not. There's not much to tell," she tried to get out of this.
He made cackling noises until she gave in.
"Stop it, ok I'll tell you something. But if you tell anybody you're dead," she gave in.
"I swear," he said with a hand placed over his heart and gave her his most innocent look.
She paused for a moment glancing into his eyes. They could always make her melt like eyes. She was beginning to feel hot at the close proximity they were sitting. It made it difficult for her to remember what she wanted to say.
"Uhm… oh yeah, it happened when I was in College. It was the day I should do a presentation in front of the whole class. I was really nervous, so I practised the whole night until I fell asleep. Because of that I forgot to set the alarm clock and overslept badly. I woke up 15 minutes before my presentation should begin. It was a huge shock, so I hurried to get out. I ran a brush through my hair, got into my shoes, grabbed my things and hurried to the classroom. I arrived just in time and it all began. I think I was really good, although all the other people were giving me strange looks and some were giggling. I went through with it and afterwards, the professor congratulated me on my successful presentation. I felt great until he made his next comment. He said: 'Oh and next time, Ms. Cavanaugh, take your time and change into something more suitable.' I looked down at me in horror. I was still wearing my pajama bottoms with pink little pigs on them and the tank top I slept in," she concluded.
He laughed out loud although he thought she surely had looked cute in her pajamas.
"How can you forget to get dressed? That's really funny. I had really liked to see that."
At this, she punched him playfully in the arm.
"It's not funny. I need a drink now." She grabbed the bottle and poured them again two shots.
They swallowed them and the ones after and so on. Jordan was really getting drunk with Woody closely behind her.
"You know Woody, you really look hot today," she breathed into his ear, which made him shiver pleasantly. She leaned in close and placed a hand on his thigh, her intention not to jump on his bones long forgotten.
"Thanks. There's something I wanted to tell you since I saw you dancing out there. You look sexy as hell and these long legs of yours are driving me crazy."
He placed a hand around her hip, pulling her even closer. To his astonishment she didn't object. Part of him was sober enough to know that he was on dangerous territory but he couldn't help it. Somebody told him once that small children and young people always tell the truth. He didn't know how true this was until now. God, how he longed to kiss these lips and taste her. He was watching his lips intently, noticing that they came nearer. He didn't know if it was her or him moving closer and honestly he didn't care.
Just before their lips met, Jordan pulled back and let out an excited squeal.
"I love this song. Come dance with me Woody," she said, pulling him with her towards the dancefloor.
He let out a frustrated groan. This goddamn woman was going to kill him sometime.
A/N: I hope you liked it. It got longer than I expected. There'll be more action next chapter, but I'll only continue if I get some reviews. So please review!