It was the next morning and Jack and Martha lay entwined in each others arms, basking in their body heat. Martha let out a happy sigh; she felt calm and content. As much as she loved the sex that they shared; she also loved the tender aftermath. She loved the closeness that they shared after the sex. The way they just lay in each others arms and enjoyed being together.
"I should probably go soon," Jack said, running his hand up and down her bare back, before burying his hand in her hair.
Martha didn't want him to go; she wanted to lay there with him all day. She propped herself up on her elbows so she could look down on his face. "Not yet. Just a bit longer," she told him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
Jack nodded. "Okay. But only 10 minutes," he said.
Martha smiled and rested her cheek back on his chest. She ran her hand down his bicep and arm, clasping his hand in her own.
About an hour later they finally pulled themselves out of bed. "So much for 10 minutes," Jack laughed, as Martha walked him to the door to say goodbye.
"It was nice just lying there together," Martha said.
Jack smiled and nodded; pulling her in for a tight hug. He then cupped her face in his hands and pulled her closer to him for a kiss. Martha tried to deepen the kiss, but Jack pulled away from her.
"No. No more of that. I really have to go. I start work in an hour, and the boss is my new partner for the time being and I don't want to be late," he said, as he opened the door.
"Fine," Martha pouted.
"Ok, one more kiss," Jack laughed, pulling her back to him.
"Oh my god," a female voice interrupted them. Martha quickly pulled away form Jack. Standing there looking shocked was Tasha and Robbie. Just great! Martha thought sarcastically.
"What's going on guys?" Robbie asked curiously.
Martha and Jack looked at each other; not knowing what to say to the friends. Martha was the first to speak. "Um, Jack was just leaving. Weren't you?" she said.
Jack nodded. "Yeah. I'll see you all later," he said, before rushing off down the stairs.
Martha walked back inside, ignoring the looks that Rob and Tasha were giving her. "Don't even bother," she told them, as she sat down on the couch.
Tasha sat next to her. "Mac, have you broken up with Corey yet?" she demanded. Martha looked at her hands; saying nothing.
Robbie laughed. "You naughty girl," he teased. Tasha smacked him on the arm. "Stop it. It's not funny," she reprimanded him.
She then looked back at Martha. "What are you thinking? Are you crazy?" Tasha asked.
"I couldn't help it," Martha told her.
"But you shouldn't have done it. You're still with Corey," Tasha scolded her.
"But I love Jack," Martha told her.
Tasha sighed. "Yes, I know that. And I think it's great that you and Jack want to get back together. But how do you think Corey will feel when he finds out that you were seeing Jack behind his back?" she asked.
Martha groaned. "Corey doesn't have to find out. I want you both to promise me that you won't say anything. Please," she begged.
Robbie nodded. "I won't say anything," he promised. Martha looked at Tasha. "Tash?" she said. "I won't say anything. But you have to tell Corey it's over. Today," Tasha urged.
Martha stood up. "Don't worry, I will," she said.
"Good," Tasha started. "Now go and have a shower so you can come down and have breakfast with us at the diner," she continued.
Martha nodded and walked off towards the bathroom.
Later that afternoon Martha had finally gotten the courage to go and see Corey. She knew that he had the day off, because he and Jack had stopped being partners. And that meant that they worked different shifts now.
Martha walked up the driveway to Irene's place, thinking about what she was going to say. She was just going to tell him that she had stepped into the relationship too quick and that she hadn't gotten over her feelings for Jack. She was sure that Corey would understand.
Just as she got to the door Irene came rushing out; nearly knocking her over. "Wow, sorry Love. I'm late for my shift and I'm in a bit of a rush," Irene explained. Martha smiled at her. "No worries. Have fun," she called as Irene jumped into her car. Irene waved as she drove off.
Martha turned around to walk inside, but instead crashed into Corey. It surprised her so much that she let out a loud gasp. "Oh my god. You scared the living daylights out of me," she said.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Corey said, pulling her into a tight hug. Martha cringed when Corey kissed her on the cheek.
Martha pulled away and laughed. "It's okay," she said. "I'm sure you didn't mean it," she continued.
Corey led Martha inside and they sat at the table. "Where's Kim and Hayley?" she asked. Corey shrugged. "I think they are out looking at wedding venues or something. They won't be home until late," he said.
Martha smiled. "Cool. So are you feeling a bit better than you did yesterday?" she questioned him.
Corey gave her a big smile. "Yes, I feel much better. Thank you for asking me. You are so thoughtful," he said in a quite cheerful voice. "So would you like a coffee," he then asked.
Martha smiled at him. "Thanks, I'd love one," she replied.
Corey jumped up and walked into the kitchen. He picked up the cordless jug and started filling it with water.
Martha stood up. He seems to be in quite a good mood, she thought. Maybe he'll be okay with us just being friends.
"Corey, there is actually a reason I came to see you," she started. Corey peeked his head out from the kitchen and smiled at her. "What is it?" he asked.
"Well, it's kind of hard to say. And I really don't know how to say it, but………….," Martha started, but Corey interrupted her.
"Maybe I could help you out with it……," he said to her.
Martha looked at him. "I doubt you'd be able to help me out with it," she told him.
Corey started walking towards her, with the cordless kettle still in his hands. "I wouldn't be so sure about that," he said.
Martha was confused. "What?" she said.
Corey laughed. "This is about Jack isn't it?" he asked.
Martha then noticed the look on Corey's face. It scared her; he looked evil. "Are you okay?" she asked him.
"No, I'm not okay. My girlfriend is sleeping around on me. How do you expect me to feel?" he yelled, walking even closer to her.
Martha took a step back. "What…," she stammered. Corey laughed at her. "Oh, don't play all innocent with me. I know all about you and Saint Jack; I'm not stupid," he spat at her.
Corey took another step towards her so Martha took another step back. Martha was totally freaking out. Corey was really starting to scare her. "Maybe we should talk about this when you've calmed down a bit," Martha suggested.
"You're right," Corey said, seeming to calm down.
Martha felt herself relax a bit. "Look, I'm really sorry Corey," she started. "Just leave. We'll talk about this when I'm ready," Corey snapped at her.
Martha nodded. "Okay. I'll see you later," she spoke softly. She then turned and walked towards the door. But she was stopped by Corey's voice.
"I'm ready now," he said.
"What?" Martha spun around to face him.
But all she saw was Corey's arm with Irene's bright yellow kettle flying at her face. The force of it against her head sent her flying to the ground.
The last thing she saw before darkness engulfed her was Corey's face.
