The Kind of Crazy I Like

She hadn't expected him to stay away; she knew better than to expect he'd just give up. Though, she had been more than a little surprised when he showed up at Sara's front door.

After she pulled the door open to see him standing on the brick porch, Darcy crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. She stared at him at with an otherwise blank and uninterested expression and waited for him to speak.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

"Will you at least tell me why you're so goddamn angry at me? You're driving me fucking crazy!"

Darcy breathed in deeply and reached behind her for the door knob. She stepped onto the porch, shutting the door behind her, and glared at him.

"You really don't understand why I'm angry?" she asked him through gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice low so that it wouldn't travel into the house or throughout Sara's respectable neighbourhood.

"No!" he exclaimed, obviously not having the same concerns about noise level. "I don't! I want you to move back in with me, Darcy. Why the fuck does that make you angry?"

"It makes me angry because it doesn't tell me anything!" she snapped at him. He took a step backwards, shocked by the pure venom that was in her voice. "I told you that you broke my heart – I basically told you that I fucking love you and you're all 'move back in with me'-" Darcy raised her hands and waved them around, mocking him, "-like a broken record. Every time you say it I hate you more and more, so you should probably stop."

"I miss you," he said abruptly. "I want you to move back in with me because I miss you."

"You miss me?" Darcy's voice was suddenly quiet and she looked up at Jon with surprised eyes.

"Yeah, I miss you," he repeated earnestly, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. "I miss having you around. When I got home and you weren't there, I was shattered. Colby and Joe kept talking about how they were going to tell their girls all about what'd happened and who they got advice from and all of this other great stuff. I wanted to tell you, Darcy. I just wanted to sit down on the couch and tell you that I had to wear a dumb turtleneck on the greatest night of my life. I wanted to tell you that for two and a half weeks I was bored as fuck because you weren't there."

"Why wouldn't you just tell me that?" She asked him desperately. "Instead of letting me yell at you why wouldn't you just tell me that you missed me?"

"I don't do that. You know that."

"Neither do I and I still told you," she reminded him.

"Tell me again," he ordered, lifting his hands to move the hair that had fallen in front of her face in her rant. He cupped her cheeks and smiled down at her.

"It'll go to your already huge head," she told him with a small smile as she reached up to move his hands from her face, she didn't let go of them, though. "It's not that easy you know. You still left. You didn't say anything and I woke up and you were halfway to wherever. Then, then, you didn't answer my calls for two days. You also slept with so fucked so many chicks while you were away that you lost count."

"That's not what I said," he said quickly. "I said I didn't count. There is a big difference."

Darcy dropped his hands and she shrugged at him and shook her head. It didn't make any difference to her. He'd still hurt her and she was sick of being hurt.

"I want to know why," she said slowly. "I don't care how dumb the excuse is – at this point I don't even care if you make something up right on the spot. I just want a reason as to why you left me not even an hour after we fucked. I get that sex doesn't mean anything to you – for a long time it meant jack shit to me, too – but I just thought..." she took a deep, shaky breath. "I just thought that maybe I meant something to you."

"What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?" he asked her in a tired voice. "I fucked up, I know I fucked up. You don't sleep very often so I just figured that I would let you actually get some rest."

"And then you didn't call me for two days."

He nodded before telling her earnestly, "I panicked. I realised that I fucked up and then I didn't know how to fix it."

"That's really pathetic."

"Because your actions haven't been," he retorted sarcastically causing Darcy to huff and recross her arms.

They stood in silence. He was waiting for her to respond to what he'd told her – a more substantial response than the one she had given, anyway – whereas she didn't know what to say.

Darcy sighed, "I can't move back in with you."

"And why's that?"

"I would, I really would, I just... Uh, I found a house to rent and my name is on the lease and everything. It's not buying a house but it's, you know, a step closer to proving my uncle wrong and, I don't know, maybe it would be better if we didn't live together?"

"Okay... And why's that?"

"Because you have a place and I have a place and you're not going to be here much anyway..."

"That's probably more reason for you to live with me, don't you think? So, we actually get to see each other when I'm in Florida."

"What are we?"

"What do you want to be?"

"That wasn't the question," Darcy said exasperatedly.

"I need to know the answer to that before I can answer yours."

Darcy shrugged at him hopelessly. What she wanted was for Jon to decide what they were. If he decided they weren't anything she could shrug it off, pretend that she wanted that too. If he decided that they should date she could nod and act all very nonchalant about it. If she decided, then she was leaving herself open for embarrassment or heartache.

"What if we just take it slow?" He suggested, stepping forward. "We are whatever we are and we can talk about it next time I come back?"

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" She asked in a sad voice.

Jon opened his arms, ready to pull her into a warm hug just so that he could feel her body again and he was surprised when she closed the gap herself. Darcy rested her head on his chest and felt his arms tighten around her.

"You do know that this is a really bad idea, don't you?" Darcy asked before inhaling deeply. "Do you really think we'd work?"

She felt him shrug before he laughed breathlessly. He pulled back and asked her to go back to his place – just for the day, he assured her – and she agreed without hesitation. It might have come off as a little desperate but she wasn't going to think too much about it when she had been more desperate the previous morning. Jon didn't seem to care, anyway, with his arm resting over her shoulders as he walked them towards his car.

She was being weird. It took her less than five minutes to start being weird. It wasn't a conscious decision but her brain had clicked into overdrive when they sat down on the couch to re-watch his first main roster appearances.

She didn't know how to be a girlfriend. Regardless of the status of their relationship being up in the air, she found herself wondering just how she was supposed to act.

Should she sit on his lap and cuddle up to him like she had done the day before? Should she sit right by his side? Should she be touching him at all? Harry didn't like to be touched all the time.

"Are you okay? You look like you're in pain. Is it your shoulder?"

"What?" Darcy looked to her shoulder before she realised what he was even referring to. "No, it's fine. I'm fine."

He nodded at her, though it was clear he wasn't convinced, and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table. He was relaxed. Darcy wished she could be.

She shuffled over a little but it wasn't close enough for them to be touching. She looked at him briefly only to immediately turn back to the television when he looked right back at her.

"If you want to say something... If you want me to take you back to Sara's..." Jon trailed off when Darcy pulled her lip ring into her mouth. "I fucked up, I get it. If you're uncomfortable, Darcy, you don't have to be here."

She shook her head, "I just... I don't know what to do."

"With what?"

"I haven't been a proper girlfriend in a really long time-" she ignored the growing smirk on Jon's face. "-and I don't remember how to be one."

He stared at her, blinked a couple of times before he brought his legs off the coffee table and reached forward to grab her by the waist. She squealed - and immediately hated herself for it - and was pulled so that she was straddling his lap. He smiled at her. She smiled back.

"You have nothing to be worried about."

She leant forward to kiss him. It was just lightly but it still sent shivers down her spine and made her curl her toes. She kissed him again, this time harder, rougher and desperate. He squeezed at her hips. In response, she rolled her hips towards his body and wrapped her arms around his neck so that she could pull him closer and deepen their kiss.

Both moaned as she rolled her hips again. Their hands moved at the same time and immediately began working on the button of the other's jeans. The kiss had broken as Darcy looked down to work her hands around Jon's. She tugged at her lip ring.

"You sure?" Jon asked, his eyes

Darcy nodded at him. Of course, she was sure. She wasn't sure about a lot of things but this, this she was sure of.

She had to stand up to take off her jeans and panties. As she did so, Jon pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs. She wasn't away from him for too long, before he pulled her back to him. It was silently agreed upon - or maybe Darcy decided it herself - that foreplay wasn't necessary. They could get to that later. All she wanted was to feel him inside her.

Her knees were either side of his thighs, her hands on his shoulders and he was waiting for her. She moved forward before lowering herself onto his cock.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, her eyes immediately being drawn to where their bodies were connected.

Jon's hands slipped underneath her sweater and pulled it off. He grinned when he saw that she was wearing a white tank top; no bra. Darcy moaned and bit her lip. She threw her head back as she began to ride him; slowly at first to get used to his size and then gradually faster as the need for release surpassed the need for proximity.

Jon's hands roamed her body- her hip bones, her stomach, her breasts- but they weren't doing much other than moving blindly. He was staring at her face, watching through heavy eye lids as the pleasure took over every part of her. She couldn't hide it. She didn't even try. The way he felt inside of her was amazing and she wanted him to know it; softly moaning as the feeling coursed through her.

"I'm not letting you go," he told her in a gruff, panting voice.

"Don't," she moaned. "Don't ever let me go."

She sped up and he began to thrust his hips upwards. They met in the middle creating even more friction and sending them even closer to the edge. Her hands were in his hair, pulling at his curls. His forehead rested on her chest. He gripped her breasts in his hands, and sucked lightly on her soft skin. Her head fell back as another moan escaped her lips.

Jon slowed down, letting her grind on his cock. Having him that deep inside of her sent Darcy dangerously close to the edge.

"Fuck," he breathed out. His hands gripped her hips, moving her to a slightly faster pace; lifting her off him, and then watching as his cock slid inside of her again. "Fuck, Darcy."

That was it. That was all she needed to hit her high; her name slipping off his lips as he fucked her. Jon was only seconds behind her, finding his release after he felt her suddenly tightening around him. She lifted herself off him, but she didn't leave his lap as she tried to calm her breathing. His head rested in the crook of her neck as he caught his own breath.

"I meant what I said," he stated in a low voice. "I'm not letting you go."