Day-to-Day

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Red Eye!

Warning: Some mature content about midway through. Proceed with caution.

Chapter Six

As time passed, the lines between them—once crystal clear—began to blur. They no longer knew any boundaries after a while.

Lisa and Jackson fell into a routine that gradually evolved. Jackson stayed for a week the first time, before he disappeared during the night, leaving only a simple note behind. Lisa would grow anxious, but she waited anyways. A few days later, he turned up once more to be patched up again.

He always stayed on the couch during his visits, never once violating her space. Her bedroom was a line that was still distinct and not to be crossed. She never needed to remind him of the silent rule.

Lisa cared for him for a few days until he was better. He became more open as time went on, but he gave no reason for his job. She was kept in the dark about what had driven him to become a monster. Her secrets spilled to him anyways and they become confidants.

He was very adept at listening and reassuring her. They never openly fought at the beginning. The loss of the lines between them changed their relationship and reverted them back to violence and possession.

She would suddenly yell at him upon his return, berating him for his sudden disappearance. They would argue heatedly until one of them—usually Lisa—retreated and they both had a chance to calm down. Then the healing process would begin and the discussions continued.

One stormy night, a few months into their wacky relationship, the lines disappeared completely.

Jackson returned as per usual, only this time he was uninjured. The screaming ensued the moment that Lisa noticed him.

"Where the hell have you been, you ungrateful bastard!"

"Where do you think?" he snapped in reply.

"Probably out getting your kicks while I'm stuck here waiting for you!"

"I never told you to wait," he insisted.

"You know I can't help it! You know exactly what you've done to me! I'm your puppet, Jackson! Are you happy now!"

"No, you're my feisty Lisa. You're mine, but not a puppet."

"You and I both know that we're just puppets. It's always been about control!" she yelled at him, exasperated and annoyed.

He shoved her back into a wall. "Do you want to see control?" he hissed, his anger boiling over.

Lisa grabbed a vase beside her and cracked him on the head. "Wanna see me fight back?"

A cat and mouse game began, with both parties screaming profanity from the tops of their lungs and wounding each other. Jackson seemed to have won when he pinned Lisa to the couch. Despite her fire, she was physically weaker in her position and she knew it. He held the power. She took matters into her hands and gave into her feelings.

During the entire fight, she had tried to hate him, yet she kept finding herself falling more and more in love with him. Lisa could no longer hate Jackson. Sure, she could show anger towards him, but it was empty; a façade. She hated his job, and at the same time accepted that it was a part of him.

Lisa was truly in love with him. It was not just lust, as she had convinced herself, over and over again. It was love; simple as that.

And love dictated her actions that evening.

She closed the gap between them with her lips, rising slightly to meet his. His blue eyes seemed shocked at first, yet he returned the kiss with just as much passion. Hands became entangled in hair and limbs entwined. The kisses they shared grew rougher and more demanding.

Lisa rolled into him, knocking them both from the couch to the floor. She was atop him and they both smirked before rolling across the floor until they reached the wall, with both of them fight for dominance and control. He smashed her into the wall, as they slowly stood up, exerting his power over her. One of his hands found its way to the inside of her thigh, causing her to tremble.

"Leese," he moaned as her lips and tongue found the perfectly round scar on his throat.

"Jack," she replied as she spun him into the wall now.

Her nimble fingers unbuttoned his dress shirt. Suddenly, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted Jackson. She loved him in some odd way. Actually loved him.

He noticed what she was doing and ripped her tee shirt off. The scar above her breast glared him in the face, reminding him of the disaster that she had faced. The torture she had gone through. Anger flared within him; anger towards her rapist who had marked his Lisa and marred her otherwise flawless skin.

He channeled that anger into passion, slamming her around until he laid her down on top of the coffee table, sending the magazines, TV remote, and other miscellaneous belongings scattering across the floor.

"Wha—what are you doing?" she gasped between kisses as his hands roamed her body. He was driving her crazy.

"Nothing…yet," he rasped, a reminder of what she had done to him in the past.

He unfastened her jeans and slid them over her trim hips and flung them onto the floor. At the same time, she was busy fighting with his belt, trying to undo it. He helped her and slipped his pants off as well. Only underwear and his shirts separated their skin now.

"Jack…son!" she cried out suddenly as one of his hands dipped under her silk panties.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, please," Lisa begged; her eyes flicking closed for a moment.

"Please what?"

"Take me…now…" she moaned. "Stop teasing, Jackson…"

She yanked his shirts off and caught sight of his scarred chest. She kissed his wounds while he unhooked her bra.

"The bed?" he questioned and she nodded in response.

Lisa's legs locked around his waist as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed and smiled down at her for a moment.

"What?" she whispered, confused by his pause.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she nodded and within a few seconds, they were moving together as one.

Author's Notes:

Why I keep writing these hot scenes, I don't know. I see sex between them as a fight for control, hence all the violence between them as foreplay. The moment of gentleness from Jackson was a stark contrast to what was happening and what would continue. Just use your imaginations for the rest of it. Just thinking a violent, passionate fight for dominance. Enjoy! The next chapter will be up soon and it'll be a flash forward again.