Anyone Who Treats You Ordinary (Baby, You're Extraordinary):
"Just for the record, I think your presence is unnecessary." I said offhandedly as I paced the length of the living room in the loft, not bothering to glance at the father and son hunters who were standing to the side of the room. It didn't take long for Scott to announce the identity of the Hellhound to those who didn't know, and even less time for him to volunteer my personal connection to him. Gerard had leered at me suggestively as Chris asked if I would mind summoning Jordan somewhere we could speak to him in private about the break in the case.
I had no idea what the Argents had planned for the unsuspecting deputy but I was glad that I had offered to come with them while Scott and Liam went back to whatever they did when not dealing with the supernatural.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I restlessly paced the length of the living room, causing me to tap my fingertips on the arm that was folded against my stomach and it didn't help that I could feel Gerard's beady little eyes piercing my skin. My gaze kept slipping towards the front door, thinking that every little sound was footsteps heading towards the loft as I forced myself not to look at either of the Argents.
The sudden knock on the front door caused me to jump slightly in surprise and I rolled my eyes at myself because I had been so focused on trying to listen for footsteps that I had completely missed them. I blinked my eyes in shock as I froze in place for a moment before I hurried around the couch, catching sight of the amusement plastered on both Argent's faces as they watched me intently. I sent them both a scathing look over my shoulder as I headed towards the door and Gerard smirked openly, not when denying the silent accusation while Chris had the decency to look at the ground in an attempt to hide his slight smile.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves; it was no easy task to tell someone that they weren't human and that were the only thing standing between the innocents of the town and complete annihilation. Of course Jordan knew that he wasn't human; it wasn't hard to work out when someone set you on fire and you survived without a scratch. The only silver lining to the whole ordeal was that after months of searching through every bestiary imaginable and bleeding every one of my contacts dry for information, we were finally getting an answer to what he was.
I plastered a fake smile on my lips as I slid open the door to reveal Jordan standing on the other side in a clingy blue shirt that showed off his impressive muscle and I had to force my gaze not to linger on expanse of skin left uncovered by the opened buttons. His green eyes lit up slightly at the sight of me as he offered me a small grin and my smile came a little more naturally as I stepped aside so that he could enter the loft. I closed the door behind him as I tried not to let my nerves show outwardly and I noticed he had paused with a slightly confused frown when he caught sight of Chris and Gerard were present.
"So, you know Chris, but this is his father, Gerard. Long story short, we hate him but he's useful." I introduced them dispassionately with a wave of my hand, rolling my eyes when Gerard raised the glass of scotch he must have gotten without my noticing with a smirk on his lips. Jordan quirked an eyebrow inquisitively but thankfully didn't ask any questions that I would have to awkwardly answer. I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched Jordan and Chris shake hands in greeting, a slight tension in the air since the three times they had met each other Chris was being arrested or Allison had just died, or Chris was dying with a metal pole in his abdomen.
"So, uh, what's – what's going on? Did something happen?" Jordan asked tentatively with a frown as he glanced over his shoulder at me and I tried to smile supportively as I shifted my weight uneasily from foot to foot.
"Sophie thinks she's found what you are, but to be sure we need to ask you some questions." Chris explained to him grimly as he walked forward a few steps with a blank expression and Jordan swallowed harshly as he looked between the three of us with a perplexed frown but slowly nodded in acceptance. "What were you doing before you arrived in Beacon Hills?"
"I was part of an EOD team in Afghanistan. Explosive Ordinance Disposal. We handled IEDs."
"And what about before that?"
Jordan's frown deepened as he shrugged his shoulders, unsure where the line of questioning was going and he glanced over in my direction for reassurance as I slowly made my way over to where my satchel was strewn on the couch. I offered him a slight smile to let him know that I was there with him, that I wasn't going to disappear and leave him to endure the interrogation on his own. His shoulders relaxed slightly as he turned back to face Chris and he offered another shrug of his shoulders as he answered honestly in a nonchalant tone, "High school."
I sat down on the edge of the couch, reaching into my bag to grab the iPad I had commandeered from Derek on his latest visit and used the specific passcode I had set to unlock the screen. At first I had been angry that he had purposely left such an expense gift on the counter, like he was trying to buy me off or appease me, but after he returned my furious voicemail with a heartfelt and blunt 'keep the stupid thing, Sophie', I decided that if he wanted to waste his money me that was his business.
I quickly loaded the bestiary that I had managed to assemble through combining numerous articles, references and firsthand accounts from sources across the world that had connections to either Deaton, Deucalion, the Argents or the Hales. I quickly found the section I was looking for in the index and brought up the page depicting a sketched picture of a monstrous canine creature near a tree where the remains of a dismembered body was lying at the roots. My stomach rolled at the gruesome scene as I gripped the edges of the iPad tighter and I carefully held the screen up over my shoulder so that Jordan could see the picture.
The sound of his footsteps getting closer echoed on the floor as he leaned over the back of the couch to get a better look and I could feel the heat emitting from his body on the back of my neck. I craned my head back slightly to look at him sympathetically as I held the screen up higher and he frowned in confusion with his eyebrows furrowed as he asked, "What's that supposed to be? A werewolf?"
"No." I answered softly with a gentle shake of my head as I lowered the screen to my lap and he lifted his head to look at me with wide eyes, slowly comprehending the importance of the conversation. His complexion seemed to pale as he glanced back down at the horrific scene on the iPad and I placed my hand on his forearm where it was leaning against the back of the couch as I informed him in the same gentle voice, "It's called a Hellhound."
Jordan flinched almost imperceptibly at the name as he kept his gaze locked on the creature on the screen; it was like he was attempting to recognise something of himself in the depiction but didn't want to find anything. I frowned at little in sympathy as he lifted his head to look at the two intimidating men across the room, both of whom were watching him curiously and their obvious interest caused him to shift uncomfortably as he stood up straight from where he was leaning on the couch.
"What else do you remember from Afghanistan?" Chris asked suddenly in a grim tone of voice as he kept his eyes on the deputy but took a few steps closer to where I was sitting on the couch. My frown deepened in confusion as to where they were taking this line of questioning but I figured that they were probably trying to work out when his supernatural instincts first started taking control.
Jordan instantly stiffened as he crossed his arms over his chest, adverting his eyes to the ground as his usually bright eyes dimmed in remembrance and I held my breath for a moment as I bent my leg underneath myself so that I could twist my body to face him more directly. My enhanced hearing could hear his heartbeat accelerating within his chest as he dropped his arms to his sides, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles were turning white underneath the strain. In all the time that we had spent together, he had foregone speaking about his time overseas and I hadn't asked him anything in depth because I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
A stony mask was plastered on his face, an obvious sign that he didn't want to speak about whatever incident led to him returning stateside but I also knew that if Chris deemed it important enough to ask about it most likely was. Chris wasn't someone who didn't recognise the danger and consequences that came with living that kind of life; in fact he was in a lot of ways a solider in his own right. So, if he was asking someone to divulge a painful event from their traumatic past, it was for the benefit of those who couldn't protect themselves.
I pulled myself up onto my knees so that I could look at him over the back of the couch, tilting my head to the side with an understanding smile on my lips and I reached over to gently touch the back of his hand to get his attention. His troubled green eyes met mine instantly, his lips turned down at the corners and he swallowed roughly as he relaxed his clenched fist before threading his fingers through mine. I squeezed back gently as I tried not be distracted by the warmth of his palm pressed against mine and I blinked to clear my mind as I encouraged him in a soft tone, "You said you came to Beacon Hills because you felt drawn here. So, whatever happened, it might have kick started whatever it is that makes you a Hellhound."
Jordan held my gaze, contemplating, searching my features for something as I fought the urge to shift uncomfortably because I could feel the weight of it on my chest, like this decision would make or break whatever relationship we were building. It was daunting to think about, but I wanted him to share with me, to rely on me; I wanted him to trust me with his secrets.
"I was deployed in Afghanistan. I was working in a EOD team handling IED's." he started gruffly as he tightened his hold on my hand subconsciously, pausing to collect himself as he turned his gaze away from me as though he didn't want me to see the pain hidden in his eyes. I gritted my teeth to stop myself for telling him it was okay, that we would work it out some other way because I hated seeing him so distressed over something I needed from him. I could feel two sets of eyes looking at us from the other side of the room but I fought the urge to turn around and scowl at them for invading Jordan's privacy because I knew this was important.
Instead I used my free hand to cup his cheek, lifting his head up from the ground to meet my eyes and I could see the tears that refused in to fall in his eyes as I offered him a small smile before encouraging him, "Just ignore them, okay? It's just you and me. Just talk to me."
"We found an IED," he started slowly as though he was carefully weighing his words, trying to find the best way to explain and I stayed quiet with my head tilted to the side as I watched the emotions played out across his features while he continued, "and I volunteered to be the one to defuse it. I can remember how hot it was in my camos, and the pressure to disarm the bomb safely. I remember thinking about which coloured wire needed cutting, and deciding to cut the red wire. That's all. Everything went black after that. That's all I remember until I woke up, wandering around the desert with ash covering my body and my clothing in tatters. I lost track of how many days I was out there, without food or water, but I eventually found a group of soldiers that were patrolling. I was cleared by a medic back at the base of any neurological damage, severe dehydration and only minor exterior wounds. A few weeks later I was discharged from the military."
Tears stung the back of my eyes as I thought about the fact that he had spent days without food or water in the harsh desert environment, but I fought them back when he looked up at me. I didn't want him to feel like he couldn't talk to me, like I would break if he relied too heavily on me, because I knew that he was always there was me when I needed him. He had mentioned numerous times that I carried too much blame, that I shouldered too much of the burden brought on by the supernatural, so I didn't want to give him any more of a reason to hold back from confiding in me.
"And you came here." I concluded solemnly as I squeezed the hand I was holding in understanding, sinking down on the couch so that I was sitting on my heels and my hand dropped from his face as he nodded in agreement.
My head snapped up when I heard the sound of two sets of footsteps approaching the couch and I frowned at Chris as he came to a stop behind me but didn't think much about it. Chris placed a hand on my shoulder as I craned my head back to offer him a smile, appreciative of the support he was giving me.
"You hid the bodies of the Chimeras." Gerard announced ominously with a smirk on his lips as he picked up a large blowtorch from the counter and my eyes widened in horror as he walked towards where we were gathered. The previous anxiety that wafted from Jordan's chemo-signals changed into full-blown fear as I went to stand up but Chris' hand on my shoulder tightened and I turned my head towards him with a betrayed expression. He grimaced apologetically as he used both hands to restrain me from interrupting whatever was about to happen and Gerard grinned sadistically as he moved closer, "You've got a resistance to fire."
"What – " I started to ask in a hard tone of voice but a piece of cloth was suddenly shoved into my mouth and the rest of my complaint was a tirade of muffled anger as I struggled half-heartedly under Chris' hold, not wanting to cause him harm unless it was completely necessary.
"We're wondering... Just how flame-retardant are you, Deputy?" Gerard asked rhetorically with a sickening smirk as he flicked on the blowtorch, causing a blue flame to come to life and Jordan's breathing started to quicken even further as the older man started towards him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jordan spat in a panic as he backed away, stumbling slightly until his back hit the closed door to the loft and I increased my struggling against Chris' hold as he tried to whisper soothing assurances in my ear but I wasn't listening to him.
Gerard roughly gripped Jordan's chin to hold him steady, the sadistic grin on his face making my stomach revolt with disgust and I cried out through the gag in my mouth as I watched him push the lit end of the blowtorch towards Jordan's left eyeball. My arms were pinned behind my back or I would've thrown my elbow back into Chris stomach in an attempt to free myself but I didn't want to seriously injure him because he was human and didn't have the ability of accelerated healing. Tears stung of my eyes as I watched the scene in front of me, feeling pathetically useless against two humans and I slumped back against Chris' chest in defeat as he slightly loosened his hold when he realised I wasn't going to continued fighting him.
The breath caught in my throat when I noticed Jordan's irises starting to glow a reddish-orange colour with a hint of flames and he instinctively shifted into his partial Hellhound form with his teeth and fingernails extending into fangs and claws. A loud roar erupted from his throat as he used his enhanced strength to push Gerard roughly away from him, causing the older man to back away fully with a satisfied expression. Flames started flickering to life on his hands as he panted heavily for breath and a ferocious growl echoed from the back of his throat as he lowered his head to look at the ground.
Gerard regarded him cautiously like he was a rapid dog that might attack as he backed away from him warily and Chris let go of my arms from their constriction, causing me to immediately reach up to remove the cloth from my mouth. I itched the edge of my lips where the fabric had rubbed my skin as I shot an irritated look over my shoulder at the veteran hunter and he grimaced apologetically in return as he offered me a sheepish shrug with a pained glint in his eyes.
Another loud roar ripped through the air of the loft, interrupting the stare-off between me and Chris as I snapped my head around with wide eyes and I swallowed harshly when I saw that flames were now entirely encompassing Jordan's arms. I knew logically that the flames weren't causing him any pain but it was still alarming to see someone I cared about covered in fire and I instinctively pulled away from Chris' side as I kept my gaze locked on the Hellhound in front of me.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Gerard beaming with pride that he had correctly deduced what kind of supernatural creature Jordan and Chris, who actually knew and had some semblance of a friendship with him, seemed to be shocked that his father was right about his supernatural identity. The entire temperature of the room seemed to spike as Jordan growled lowly in the back of his throat and his expression was growing increasingly more aggravated as time passed. I kept my eyes locked on him as I slowly rounded the couch, ignoring the baffled look Gerard was throwing me when I shoved past him.
"Sophie…" Chris warned lowly in his gruff voice as he took a few steps towards me, as though he was going to grab my arm in an effort to stop me but I slowly shook my head at him in reply without looking back at him.
I swallowed roughly past the lump of nervousness in my throat as I slowly approached where the Hellhound was standing and he must have sensed my presence because his head to glare at me with a sneer curling his lips. His vibrant orange-red eyes were unlike anything I had ever seen as he tensed as though he was going to attack me at any moment, as though I was a threat that needed to be eliminated. I could feel the heat of the flames licking my skin but I wasn't afraid; I knew that the fire wouldn't hurt me thanks to my Druid powers.
I bit the inside of my cheek nervously as I slowly reached out with my palms facing up so that he could see that I didn't have any weapons and he back away from me as I approached him, a growl rumbling warningly in his chest. There was a slight stinging pain when I placed my hand on his forearm but it only lasted a moment before my skin became numb under the heat of the flames and I vaguely heard Chris calling out in warning as the fire started to engulf my arm. The red in Jordan's irises flared brightly, highlighting the orange as he stared at me blankly in shock and I tightened my grip when it became clear he wasn't going to attack me defensively in retaliation for entering his space.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I stared down at the place our skin touched with wide eyes, mesmerised by the sight of the flames dancing between us and there was something so intimate happening, something exhilarating as we connected in a way I never had with anyone else. It was like we were sharing a part of ourselves with each other in a way that sex had never achieved. Only three of my past sexual partners had ever managed to illicit an emotional response from me; the time I lost my virginity to Jackson back in freshman year, when I was first falling in love with Aiden and Derek because whether or not we were just friends with benefits, or together, or hooking up during a random run in there was always something more than physical satisfaction between the two of us. But sharing my elemental powers, my magic with Jordan, or the Hellhound, whoever he was at the moment, it was something new and strange and thrilling.
I slowly uncurled my fingers from around his forearm, watching tiny blue sparks flare to life with the movement and I held my hand out with the palm up in front of me as Jordan copied my gesture until our hands were pressed together. Tears stung my eyes as I gasped slightly under my breath at the intense sensation that was passing through our connection and I lifted my head to meet to look at Jordan, surprised to find that the orange-red irises of the Hellhound had changed back to the familiar blue.
I managed a small smile at the sight, recognising the wary awe in his expression as he watched our joined hands with a furrowed brow and I started extinguish the flames encompassing our hands as the fire retreated until it was solely on him. His eyes narrowed in determination as he experimentally flexed his hand before taking a deep breath and focusing on extinguishing the flames from his own skin, watching intently as they started to slowly fade into nothing. It took me a moment to notice that his fangs had also disappeared at some point and his shirt was singed around the edge of the sleeve and collar where the fire had touched. His breathing was still laboured as he almost frantically checked his arm to make sure that he wasn't burnt and his heartbeat was pounding rapidly in his chest as he breathed out a sigh of relief when he found no lasting injuries.
"Hellhound?" he asked breathlessly in disbelief as he slowly lifted his head to look at me, glancing over my shoulder at Chris for confirmation when I nodded sheepishly with a small upturn of my lips. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see Chris shrugging as if to say 'I guess so' and Jordan's eyes widened in horror as he whipped his head around to glare at Gerard with an appalled expression. "And what if you were wrong? Would you have burned my eye out?"
A smug smirk spread further across the older man's face as though he was enjoying the notion, that coupled with satisfied glint in his eyes were enough to earn him a glare from me and he met my eyes momentarily before turning back to Jordan as he stated nonchalantly, "Yeah."
I rolled my eyes at his sheer arrogance as Jordan stared at him as though he was insane; I had to hold myself back from telling him that there was a very real possibility he was. I was still standing incredibly close to Jordan's chest and I felt his body graze mine when he turned slightly to look at Chris as he asked incredulously, "This guy's your father?"
"Wasn't my choice." The younger Argent answered with a shrug of his shoulders, glancing at his father in exasperated frustration and I couldn't help but feel for the man who had been brought up under the tutelage of a bigoted, hypercritical madman.
But any sympathy I had for the man was currently coming in second to the fact that he had allowed said madman to hold a lit blowtorch against Jordan's eye for an experiment. I felt my expression harden as I turned my head around to glare at both of the Argent hunters and I practically spat out the words as I said, "I think it's time you both leave."
Gerard raised both his eyebrows with an amused smirk but didn't argue as he set down the blowtorch and started heading towards the door; while Chris regarded me solemnly with a regretful expression for a moment like he was waiting to make sure I didn't change my mind. A pang of hurt went through me as I adverted my gaze away from him, distracting myself with the burnt edge of Jordan's collar so that I didn't have to see the pain echoed in the older man's eyes. I knew logically that I would have to forgive him at some point but the incident was far too fresh for me to even consider talking about it and if we tried to speak about it then I would end up saying something I didn't mean out of anger.
I didn't want to ruin my relationship with Chris beyond recognition because the number of men that I could count on was dwindling; my father abandoned us again, Peter was a psychopath, Scott had proved unreliable, Liam and Mason were cinnamon rolls that needed to be protected. The only men in my life that I could count on absolutely were John, Stiles, Jordan, Chris, and the back of my mind I knew that if I called for help, Derek would come running; that had already proven to be true.
Footsteps echoed throughout the otherwise silent loft as Chris retreated down the hallway towards the elevator and I could feel Jordan's probing gaze burning into the top of my head as I stared down at my feet. He reached up to grasp my hand where it was fidgeting with the seared edge of his collar and I started slightly, unaware that I had even started to do so while deep in my thoughts. It was only starting to dawn on me that I had no one to lean on; under any other circumstances it would be Lydia that was on the receiving end of my complaints and concerns but was no longer an option. Scott and I weren't speaking at the moment, Stiles was dealing with his own life-altering dilemma, Malia was somewhere with Braeden hunting down the Desert Wolf, Derek had left me, Kira and I didn't have that kind of relationship and I was too protective of Liam to allow myself to add to his burden if I could help it.
"Hey, hey, come here." Jordan murmurs softly in a concerned tone as he brushed his thumb beneath my eye and I'm surprised to find that a few tears had escaped while I was distracted. I grimaced down at the drops wetting my own fingertips as though they were to blame, completely disgusted by their presence. I felt Jordan thread his fingers through my hair at the back of my head as he brought me closer to him, guiding me into a comforting embrace as I rested my head on his shoulder and allowed myself the illusion of safety for a few moment.
Guilt coiled inside of me when I remembered that it was Jordan who had just had his entire world blown in a matter of minutes and I leaned back so that I could see his face but I was still in the circle of his arms as I said in reprimand, "No, no, I'm fine. I'm fine. How are you? How are you feeling about everything?"
"I honestly don't know." he answered sincerely with a heavy sigh as he slipped his arms down to circle my waist and I rested my hands on his chest as I studied his expression for any sign of distress or anger. There was so much pain in his eyes, so much confusion and intrigue and hurt, and I didn't know how to help him. I could give him a detailed explanation of what a Hellhound was but I didn't want to overwhelm him with information and if there was anything in that moment he needed, it was a distraction from the supernatural.
A slow smile spread across my lips as an idea sprung to mind and he tilted his head in inquisitive confusion with a soft smile as I slid my hands over his chest teasingly. I bit down on my lower lip seductively as I placed a hand on the side his neck and stood up on my toes as I leaned in to press my lips against his in a tender but passionate kiss. I could tell he was surprised by the way he stiffened at the first time, hesitating a moment before returning the pressure and his fingers tangled in my hair as I parted my lips invitingly. My hand clenched into a fist around the fabric of his shirt as I tried to hold back from seeming too eager, letting him set the pace for the moment and he stroked my tongue with his tentatively like he was committing the taste to memory.
A delighted moan vibrated in the base of my throat as I pressed my chest against him, revelling in the friction created between our two bodies and I wanted nothing more than to strip both of our clothes off but I knew that Jordan was the type to move slowly. My hand moved up to thread through his short brown hair as I angled my head slightly to the side so that our kiss was deepened and I could feel the hard ridges of his abdomen tense as though he was physically holding himself back. My lungs started to burn slightly with the need to breath, causing me to unwillingly break the kiss as I panted for oxygen along with him and I immediately began to press a series of opened-mouth kisses along the underside of his jaw. I heard him breathe in a sharp hiss when I harshly sucked on his pulse point as he tilted his head back and I heard a low thump, reminding me that he was backed against the loft door.
"Sophie…" he moaned lowly in pleasure but there was a hint of warning in his tone that caused me to lift my head from his collarbone and his pupils were dilated with undisguised lust as he looked down at me with hooded eyes. My heart was racing in my chest as I dragged my nails along his skull tauntingly and his eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, allowing me to smirk triumphantly as I shifted purposely so that my breasts moved against his chest.
"Yes, deputy?" I asked innocently in a seductive tone as I tilted my head to the side questioningly and he immediately snapped his eyes open as his breath quickened in desire. He seemed to be studying my features, searching for some kind of reassurance that this was what I wanted and I shifted impatiently as I waited for him to draw some conclusion that seemed obvious to me.
The startled gasp that escaped me was abruptly cut-off when he gripped my upper arms and draw me into a passionate kiss, taking advantage of my open mouth by tangling our tongues in a short battle of dominance. I melted against him as he wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tightly against his body so that I could feel every inch of him. My skin tingled with electricity as he slipped a hand under the bottom of my dress so that his fingers trailed up my thigh and I moaned in the back of my throat in pleasure as I arched my back subconsciously wanting to be closer to him. The hand not on my thigh slipped down to rest on my ass as he squeezed gently, almost tentatively like he wasn't sure he had permission and I grinned against the kiss at the thought of him acting like a gentleman even at the most inopportune times.
Jordan pulled back with a worried frown on his lips, looking down at me like he was concerned that he had done something wrong but I merely shook my head at him with a serene smile on my lips before taking a small step back from him. The frown on his lips only deepened at the act of what he thought was rejection but I threaded my fingers through his loosely and started heading him towards the bedroom without a word.
At first I was hesitant about having sex with Jordan in the loft, in what used to be Derek and I's bedroom, but when I thought about it a little more, it became clear that the loft had been left to me. If we had gotten divorced and I had gotten to keep the house we shared together, I wouldn't think twice about entertaining a new partner. I put the entire thing out of my mind as I smiled over my shoulder at the handsome deputy that was trailing after and I saw the realisation dawning on him as we entered the bedroom.
I bit my lip enticingly as I guided him down onto the end of the bed, stepping back out of arms reach as he looked up at me with his eyebrows furrowed and I offered him a coy smirk as I slowly unzipped the side of my dress. Jordan's eyes followed the movement of the fabric with a memorised awe as the material floated down to the ground, pooling at my feet so that I was left standing in my matching black bra and panties set. His breath caught in his throat as his traced the curves of my body, his fingers twitching like he was holding back from touching me and my skin burned under his inspection as my blood buzzed with anticipation. I kicked off my shoes without a word as I met his gaze, feeling intoxicated and powerful with the knowledge that I was the one that caused his eyes to smoulder with such passion, lust and longing.
"You are…so gorgeous." he murmured breathlessly as I stepped in between his knees, allowing him to place his hands on my waist and I chuckled in amusement as I leaned down to press a lingering kiss to his lips. Our lips moved together in tender dance until I abruptly pulled back with a coy giggle escaping me and he grinned happily at the sound as I reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his well-defined abdomen. My fingers drifted over the exposed muscles, causing him to shiver when my nails lightly scratched him and he suddenly grabbed me around the waist as he twisted so that I was underneath him on the bed. I let out a shriek at the sudden movement but almost immediately started laughing as the mattress bounced underneath me and he grinned charmingly as he leaned over me with his hands on either side of my head.
Jordan's grin slowly transformed into something more intimate, more intense as he leaned down to meld our lips together in a tender but passionate kiss and I threaded my fingers through his hair as I put everything I wasn't ready to say into that one gesture. His hand travelled over my body, tracing my curves experimentally as he pulled back from the kiss and trailed his lips down the column of my throat as I moaned in content pleasure. My hands landed on his muscular shoulders as he lowered his head to the valley in between my breasts and my lips parted in bliss as he used one hand to cup my left breast with one hand while the other remained resting on the curve of my hip. Heat spread through my core as I brought my knees up so my legs were wrapped lightly around his hips and his chuckle vibrated through my body deliciously as my nails bluntly glided over his back teasingly.
My entire body felt like it was fire as I closed my eyes; letting myself forget the outside world and concentrate on the feel of Jordan's mouth on my skin, of his hands on my body, of the love and affection that we had for each other.