The Irishman's Woman: Where do we go from here?
by LUVINGJOVAN
John opened the door to see a distraught soak and wet Evangeline. She'd changed tops and her hair hung wavy and wet down her face. He couldn't tell if her face was wet from tears or the rain. She appeared as if she walked all the way to his hotel.
Reaching he pulled her inside of his room. She went to him and rested her head on his chest crying. He could tell that days events had destroyed her and she was emotionally exhausted.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa in his suite. Sitting with her in his lap he rubbed her back wondering what Jason did to her. "What happened, baby please you're scaring me."
"I'm fine…"
she choked out.
He let go of her up and pulled her wet shirt over
her head. She raised her arms and lets him work her out of it. Gently
rubbing her bare back and arms he kissed her forehead "You ended
things?"
"Yes"
"Are you okay?"
"I think
so.."
He said nothing holding her until she stopped crying clinging to him silently. Soon she let go of him and rises in her bra and jeans. Walking to his bedroom she takes off her bra and drops it. He admires the curve of her back as he watches her undoing her pants. Rising from the sofa he walks in behind her. Standing at the door he watches her roll her jeans off her hips giving him full view of her backside. She doesn't turn around instead she goes to his bed in nothing but her thong and pulls back his covers climbing inside.
Walking into the room he sees her looking at him her hair wet and in her face. She looks Angelic in between his crisp white sheets. Pulling his shirt over his head he takes off his pants going to the bed and climbing into it with her. She turns her head and smiles at him.
Leaning on his elbow looking into her face, he moves her hair from her face. "I know what you did today was hard. I'm so proud of you for taking control of you life Angel"
She
smiles at him. "What do we do now Irishman? Where do we go from
here?"
"Where ever you want baby" he says kissing her
softly. She pulls his face to hers and kisses him in the tender way
that soothes the ache in her heart to be loved.
Lowering himself to her he trails his kisses from her mouth to her neck ending up at her breast. Slipping hand to the thin string of her thong he pulls her free of it. She closes her eyes to his tongue going in circular motions around her nipple before his lips close on it and he suckles.
Running her hands through his hair she moans and savors the feeling of his hand now exploring between her legs. Slipping his finger inside of her she lets go his hair and claws at his back. When he does this to her body she slips under his control fast.
"John…please" she moans but he now slips his two fingers in and out of her making her toss her head from side to side from the delicious pleasure rippling through her belly. Her nipple now painfully erect pops from his mouth and he takes his tongue to her navel.
She moans and calls his name again but he doesn't stop working her over. Bringing his face now between her legs he pulls his fingers out of her and inserts his tongue instead. She cries out from the shock and desire in her. Pushing his head deeper in between her legs she lifts her lips in anticipation of cuming but he pulls his tongue out before they get there.
Now nibbling her clit she wheezes and feels her hips circle his face as he continues to flick his tongue at her there. Grabbing the sheets she licks her lips then says his name repeatedly. Her pelvis vibrates and that tingle in the middle of her honey spot spreads to her hips as her juices let free.
He rises up and positions himself to penetrate her but she doesn't realize it her body is so hot with the fire of her latest orgasm. He slips inside and she slowly takes him in wrapping her legs around his waist. He pushes in deeper then pulls almost completely out of her causing her to moan and fight to the insanity of it all. As his thrust become more demanding so does the powerful kiss he forces on her. She struggles for breath under his passion but his need to posses her makes it impossible for them both to breathe.
Giving him full control of her body and he drives her to the brink and pulls her back in a dizzying motion that has her sweating and panting begging him for more. She bites his chin when his tongue slips out digs her nails into his skin while thrusts deeper and more frequent. Her legs growing weak and slipping from his waist he grabs her thighs and throws the both over his shoulder pushing further inside of her.
"John…..Irish…man….John" she says his name over and over in her head and from her mouth in between groans of unexplainable pleasure from his powerful demands for her to submit to the commanding thrusts of his hips.
"You're mine Angel, and I will never let you go" he says hoarsely in her ear.
She bites her lip hard unable to process anything as he goes into her deeper. So much has happened tonight and her body is trembling from the desire, pain loss and love. He kisses her face drenched in sweat and she moans unable to focus. Arching her back she whimpers and feels like she's slipping away. He continues to pound away at her causing her to wheeze loosing control.
"Angel are you okay?" he sees her trembling underneath him and slows down.
She thinks of her new love for him and the promise of freedom. Opening her eyes she looks at him and manages a smile "Yes baby…I'm fine" she says weakly. He kisses her again and continues to make love to her and she melts into him letting go whatever doubt she had that the Irishman would give her a new life. Once he climaxes shes grateful for the release completely exhausted from the way he ravaged her. He remains on top of her inside of her kissing every inch of her face. She's never had a love like his before and it terrified her.
Waking Evangeline feels her body entangled with his. She looks over at him sleeping soundly next to her, his face soft and peaceful. Pulling her legs from in between his she gets up on her elbow and surveys the dark room. Moving slowly out of the bed his arms slips from around her and me moans turning over.
She takes one of the tossed aside sheets and wraps it around her. Walking out of the room she goes to the living area of his suite and plops down in the dark on the sofa.
Her heart is beating so fast she feels like it will jump for her chest. She's terrified. What her Irishman didn't know is that from the first attack to the one last night she's lived in constant fear. With Jason always lurking in the background she buried that fear. But now it's an old wound that's festering and bleeding all over her soul.
"Angel…come back to bed"
She doesn't turn around so he wouldn't see her tears "In a minute" she says trying to make her voice light.
"What is it baby?" he says coming around.
She lowers her head so her hair falls to her face hiding from him. "Nothing…I will be there in a minute."
John sits next to her and takes her hand. "Tell
me Evangeline..."
She looks up at him calling her by her name.
"John, I'm scared" she whimpered. He pulled her to his chest as
she cried. He was so confused by her fear. She was so strong and in
control.
"Tell me what scares you."
She sits in the living room and recounts the first attack and her fears of being attacked again. She tells him of Hayes attack and how she thought she was going to die. He understands and rocks her allowing her to get it all out. Let all of her fears of being brutalized go.
Once she's asleep in his arms exhausted and emotionally spent he carries her to bed and tucks her in, spending the rest of the night watching her sleep.
The Next Day
"Wake up sleepy head" Evangeline says kissing his lips.
John rubs his eyes and looks at her hovering over him her hair parted down the middle into two long braids like Pocahontas. "What's going on?"
She grins. "Breakfast what else…." She says stepping aside and showing the cart of food she had wheeled inside for them.
John
rises up on his elbows. "Wow…"
"Come on let me feed you
baby" she said sweetly touching his face.
He throws his
legs over the bed and she passes him his robe to cover his
nakedness.
Getting up and putting on the robe he walks over to the
table and sees the French toast, eggs, sausage and fruit. A silver
coffeepot with steam billowing upward. She pulls out a seat and he
takes it. "You did this for me?"
She grins and pours his coffee "I did this for us. Today is the first day as an official couple. Plus you have some things to celebrate. The death of that maniac is one."
He takes the coffee and sips the hot liquid, watching her go to her seat and start on her breakfast. "I have to take care of this case today. I may have to head to DC for a day or two before the wedding."
She looks up and frowns. "You
have to leave?"
Lowering the cup he smiles at her "I'll be
back baby."
She smiles lightly "Then what John?"
"Then
we talk about going forward."
"What does that mean?" she
asks cutting her French toast
"Evangeline just ask your
question."
She drops her fork and looks at him. "You have a life in Virginia. I have a life here. How do we go forward if we are separated by 100s of miles?"
John stares at her. "Are
you asking me to move to Pennsylvania?"
She sighs and looks at
her plate. "I don't know John…can I even ask that?"
He
smiles. "Have you ever considered moving from here?"
She looks at him shocked. "I just moved here. I just got my practice off the ground. I don't want to move again."
"Okay….well we will commute and figure it out as we go along."
She stares at him silently. He picks up his fork and avoids the uncomfortable gaze. He realizes that she is raw from her breakup and the attack yesterday. She needs to be reassured. Looking at her she tosses her food around her plate.
"What is it?"
"I
don't know Irishman…maybe we are moving to fast."
Dropping
his fork now he looks at her shocked. "Why would you say
that?"
"Last night I told you of my fears. John I'm not a
weak person. I'm not needy but my heart…when it comes to my heart
I'm not as strong as I pretend to be."
He stares at her
trying to understand her. "I can understand that."
"I can't
start something as powerful as what's between us on a 'lets just
see where it goes' type of attitude"
"So your solution is to
turn away? To back off?"
She shakes her head. "I think you should leave and deal with the Slasher case. When the wedding comes up at the end of the week we talk again. Just figure out specifically what we need from each other." she says getting up from the table.
John gets up from the table and goes after. "I know what I need and its you baby" he says grabbing her hand.
She turns and smiles. "I love you Irishman, I really do….but we were thrown together by forces bigger than us. It happened really fast and we gave into it really quick. Right now we both are vulnerable and if we don't gain any perspective on this we could miss out something great. All I'm saying is take some days to think on it. I'll be here when you get back"
He pulls her to him and looks into her face. "I love you Angel…that's not going to change. I won't let you go."
She kisses him tenderly on the lips and breaks away. Walking out of his bedroom he follows her out as she gets her purse. He watches he walk to the door and can't understand how they got here "Angel"
She stops and looks at him.
"I
know what I want…" he says confidently
"Good then come back
for it." She says winking and walking out.
John stands in the living room looking at the door. Running his hands through his hair he thinks about what she said. This did happen fast and he was drawn in quick. But he'd never met a woman like her before.
Walking back into his bedroom he sighed and looked at the sheets recalling making love to her. What would it mean to have her? Quit his job? He couldn't do that his job was his life. Move to Llanview? Could he actually live in this town? Sitting on the bed his looked at her half eaten French toast the delicate impressions of her teeth. She was right he wanted her desperately but he needed to decide if he could walk away from his life to have her.
