Darry's POV

I stared at the house and prepared myself to go in. I reorganized my hair, then popped my shirt collar up to hide the hickey on my collar bone. Jenna had already stepped out of the car, with a soft goodbye and an awkward silence before that.

When I entered the house, all the boys inside stopped to stare at me. I squared my shoulders and walked through the freakishly silent room to my bedroom. I closed the door tightly behind me and took a deep breathe.

So far, today, I'd skip out on half a day of work, gotten mostly drunk, fucked my gorgeous, funny, and secretive friend of a neighbor, and set a horrible example for my younger brothers. After two years, finally you do something crazy, The person I used to be whispered.

Yet, somehow, it was hard to regret. It felt nice to finally have had a release. Plus, jesusfuckingchrist, Jenna had been hot and sweet and amazingly tight, and I could still feel her fingernails sinking into my back, her soft skin, and still hear her breathy screams and moans.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I heard the boys talking in the next room. "Where do you think he was...Do you think he's alright...bet he finally went out and got laid..."

I felt tension begin to creep back into my body, and I sighed as I prepared to go and venture out to get food.

Jenna's POV

I multi tasked at work, slowly going over case files and highlighting major points for each, while, in my mind, I silently stressed over the events of last night and the way Jonah had looked when I'd walked in at 10 last night. And the fact that I was still occupied with Darry's smell, and couldn't seem to shake the image of him naked or the feeling of his mouth on me from my mind.

A tapping on my desk interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see Peter McCaphlin, a younger officer on the force. He was the straightest shooter in the office, and for every file of his I'd looked out and all the behavior of his I'd observed, the only bad thing he'd ever done was ogle the chief of police's daughter. Of course, since he did not quite fit in, I knew he would never rise high in the ranks.

Peter smiled at me. "Hey, you took off early yesterday. What happened?"

I looked up at him and smiled. "Jonah, my lil' brother, got in a fight at school yesterday."

"Well, if he's anything like you, I bet the other guy didn't wind up too well."

I laughed quietly and shook my head. "I don't get in fights I laughed."
Peter nodded. "You sure?"

I winked and he started to walk away. "Pretty shirt by the way."

I smiled to myself at the compliment. Peter was a good guy, and I didn't mind him.

I carefully organized the newly placed books on the shelf. There were only a scant couple boxes left, containing some photo albums and old clothes. Noah was at the movies with Pony and Johnny, while Jonah was walking around the neighborhood. It was now dark out. I knew I should have not let him go, but I was tired of arguing with him.

I heard a pounding of feet on the front porch, and Darry burst through the screen door. His hair was a bit of a mess and he had a wild, panicked look in his eyes.

"Please, please tell me you're on that fancy birth control pill." He said breathlessly. I nodded and he sighed in relief.

"Oh, thank god, I just thought of it...and I just...umm, yeah, I'm just gonna..." He made motion to the door and turned away.

"Wait, Darry. We should talk about what... we should talk about this." I cringed at my inelegant wording.

Darry and I sat awkwardly at my kitchen table in adjoining chairs.

"Umm...so I just think that things shouldn't be akward between us, we are adults and we've had sex before, but we have responsibilities and it just..." I suddenly thought of my necklace, lying on my bureau, with Frank's and I's dogtags sparkling on them.

"We really shouldn't do it again." Darry finished,

"Yeah. It was great, fabulous actually, but-"

"Fabulous?" Darry asked.

I remembered his hands on my body, his mouth. I blushed.

"And here you were saying I was innocent. You're the one blushing." Darry leaned forward and teased. I caught a whiff of the manly, pleasant smell that was completely Darry's.

"Well, I just...ah..." He leaned further into my personal bubble and I felt awareness prickle against my skin. Darry smiled teasingly and hungrily.

I felt my cheeks flaming at his grin, and impulsively leaned forward and kissed him to wipe it off his face. His mouth was as sweet and talented as I remembered, and he pulled me into my lap, still smiling.

Darry's POV

I lay with my face in Jenna's neck, sheets tangled around our bodies, the hot, sweet smell of sex in the air. Her legs were

still hooked around my body, and one of her hands was burrowed in my hair, relaxed now, where it had been pulling hard only a few minutes before.

"Well, I guess we're doin' this again." She laughed quietly in my ear.

I rolled off her. "You started it."

Jenna kicked me half-heartedly. I propped up my head to look at her. She pulled the comforter up to hide her breasts, soft and responsive, with their pale pink peaks.

"This is the most relaxed my body has been since before I started high school." I remarked.

She crawled up next to me, laying back on the pillows. "Well, I read somewhere that sex relaxes the mind and body, and sends out some sorta chemical that makes us happy. It's the same stuff in chocolate and that's released when we exercise."

"If we had sex more often, then we'd be happier." I thought out loud.

"Did ya' just proposition me? I think ya, did Mista Curtis. Like you're some sorta Rhett Butler!" Jenna teased.

"I didn't-" I started, but then she rolled over onto me and straddled my hips, letting the sheet fall. Of course, this distracted me.

"We could..." she seemed to make a decision as she looked at me, "Have an... arrangement. Be friends with..." Jenna lightly trailed her fingers down my chest, "...benefits." I felt my cock harden again.

"Okay." I said. Jenna smiled teasingly and leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth.

This story will not be quite as long as I was anticipating, just so you know.