Rated T. A/B/O Dynamics. Drama/Humor.
Jackson *was* appreciating being not in trouble for a moment, and then... well. Impulse control has never been his strong suit.
A Demonstration
His mother was yelling downstairs. There was a heavy helping of the disappointed tone and a lot of not-swear words happening.
But it wasn't aimed at him!
Jackson appreciated this silver lining more than was probably appropriate considering this was meant to be the season of goodwill. And, you know, the whole cancer thing.
His eyes flickered to his door. Ramona was once more bringing her hand up to knock before lowering it again. It was the third time in the last twenty minutes, Jackson only had so much willpower.
"Why do so many of our conversations start with you hovering outside my door?" Jackson called out to her. She opened his door with a not-so-subtle glare.
Jackson ignored the narrowed eyes in favor of continuing to bask in this rare moment of not being the one in trouble.
"So…your alpha aunt is dying and while everyone else is freaking out downstairs, you're up here, doing…what?" Ramona's hands went to her hips as she stood over him. Her hair hung forward, dangling just above his nose.
The not-in-trouble feeling was suddenly gone. A smokey pepper scent drifted down to circle his head. Jackson groaned and sat up in his bed, "I *was* enjoying not being the one in trouble for a second."
Ramona's eyebrows rose and one of her hands rose with it for her to stick a finger in his face, "Your selfishness is transparent." Jackson rolled his eyes, but Ramona clapped her hand over his mouth before he could comment, "I can literally smell how upset you are, Jackson, and my nose isn't as good as yours."
That might have been a dig. In fact, Jackson was positive that it was, somehow. But Ramona followed it up by sitting down next to him and Jackson was far too busy keeping his heart rate from spiking to worry about possible insults.
It wasn't working, but attempts were being made.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Ramona leaned closer, eyes wide and earnest. His heart rate was Officially outside his control.
Jackson recognized that he was about to do something possibly stupid. It was not an unfamiliar feeling. He was distracted enough by Ramona's scent, her brown eyes, her hand on his shoulder...
Really, when had a bad feeling ever stopped him being stupid before.
Ramona's lips were soft. And moist. And moving against his own with a surprising lack of hesitation. Her tongue moved over his lips in slow, methodical motion.
Jackson chose not to overthink the experience. He nipped at her bottom lip, pulling at it gently. Ramona's fingers tugged at his hair. Jackson slipped his tongue between her lips. When he ran it over the ridges on the top of her mouth, Ramona moaned.
A warmth was spreading over his entire body and Jackson found it increasingly less difficult to shut his brain up. All critical thinking skills had ground to a halt.
Then Ramona moved closer, her arms wrapped around his head as her body pressed against his. Jackson's hands a few on her hips. He feels his fingers twitch and tighten as he falls backwards, bringing Ramona with him.
It's the mewling sound she starts to make that forces Jackson's mind to remember the circumstances of… whatever the hell he and Ramona were to each other.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Jackson stuttered as he stepped away from his bed. His back hits the wall much quicker than anticipated and he feels something crack behind.
Ramona is still on the bed. Her chest is heaving and her lips are red as she pushes up into a sitting position. Jackson tried very hard not to focus on either of those facts.
Jackson failed, which was more than obvious to both of them.
"I, uh," Ramona stood up, placing the bed and most of the room between them. She cleared her throat, "I think that more than demonstrates my point."
The sweet smell that Jackson is terrified of from Ramona's heat is rising in the air. Softer, lighter. It's not an overwhelming haze, but Jackson groans when it reaches his nostrils.
There's nothing for him to grip on the wall. Jackson really wishes he had something to hold on to, something to ground himself with.
Was that something Joey told him to do? At that moment, Jackson's world was roughly 5 ft tall and staring at him with pink cheeks.
Ramona's heartbeat pounded in his ears. She took a breath and Jackson heard the slight hitch as the scents of the room filtered in to her own nose.
"You should go," Jackson pursed his lips. His jaw clicked as he grit his teeth. Ramona didn't move. Her fingers clutched at the loose fabric of her shirt.
"We should discuss -"
Jackson shakes his head, eyes closed. It doesn't register that he orders her out until he hears the snap of his door closing.
The slamming of Ramona's door assured him that the alpha command was going to haunt him for longer than the kiss.
"Just throw out the whole day," Jackson plopped face first back onto his bed. Ramona's scent lingered on his pillow - a musky pepper-like smell with a hint of honey.
The fact that he could identify the specifics better than he could a month ago was disconcerting. Jackson flipped over, nose scrunched up.
Damn it. He'd probably need to wash his sheets.
A she-wolf howl echoed up from downstairs. Well, that was probably a good sign for Michelle at least.
Reviews Always Appreciated!