Disclaimer: I own nothing. Too Poor don't sue.

Well I own Lucia and her lovely mind. Because many of the things in her mind are based off real conversations. Yes I am quite aware I have no life.

Jack and I were attempting to watch some movie on TV. Angel had come home with Sofi about an hour ago. They had been a blur running in the door and rushing up the stairs. The banging of Angel's headboard, moaning and screams were too much for me now. I grabbed my coat and slipped it on. It had received some damaging scratches from the bottle but no damaging tears.

Jack grabbed my arm trying to stop me. His eyes were wide and he looked like he was going insane. "You are not leaving me here. No one deserves that kind of punishment."

I tapped a finger to my lips as I looked at him. "Oh really? And what will happen when Bobby comes home? You won't be subjected to it alone."

Jack stood up next to me grabbing his own jacket. "You think you're so funny."

"Where are you going?" I crossed my arms going leaning against the front door.

"I'm walking you home." He placed a hand on my back and opened the door allowing me to go first.

"Jack I live next door."

"I know."

"You're not staying with me tonight."

"I know."

"Are we going to talk some more?"

"If that pleases you and doesn't subject me to listening to this than yes."

We walked out the door slowing making our way to my house. I licked my lips slowly feeling tender spots here and there. I hadn't kissed someone like that in a while. It had been too long. I heard Jack make a small noise and turned to look at him. "You okay?"

He closed his eyes for a moment and guided me to the front porch. "Can you not make that face when you like your lips? It's late and you'll break me down easier than normal if you keep that up."

Oh you are going to use that bit of knowledge to your advantage.

Can we not make me sound like a slut?

You're not a slut. You're just very very horny.

That's a lot better.

Some day I'd stop having conversations with myself. At least I wasn't speaking out loud. If that ever happened I was going to send myself away.

Jack threw his jacket onto an empty chair and flopped onto my couch. "So what should we talk about?"

I pushed his feet out of the way so I could sit down. "How about tattoos?"

Jack grinned. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"There's a twelve year old living inside you isn't there?"

"Maybe." He laughed and unzipped his sweatshirt. He thought for a second and took off his tee shit.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. The temperature rose about twenty degrees in the room as soon as he took his shirt off. He had tattoos scattered which was sexy enough but then I saw his body. Jack had grown up more since we last had…contact. Back then he was fit but not chiseled. Which I liked, he was hard and flat not a body builder. Now he was built nicely. He still had the same lean figure but I could trace his abs and I nearly started drooling at the sight of his arms. One of my major weaknesses has always been arms. They're important on a guy. If your arms were strong enough to hold me tight when I need them but soft enough to fall asleep in I would fall for you in a heartbeat.

Jack cleared his throat watching me stare. "Like what you see?"

I slowly nodded my head. There was no way in hell I was going to get words out. I had been very deprived. Or maybe it was the knowledge that this guy sitting next to me was willing to do whatever it took to win me over. I slowly opened my mouth and willed myself not to stutter or squeak. "I'll be right back. I just need to get out of this."

I nearly flew up the stairs into my room. I ripped off my clothes and threw open the draws. I found a spaghetti strap tank and low rise pajama bottoms. I checked the mirror to make sure all of my tattoos were easily accessible. Also to make sure I had nothing on me.

"I like the pants. Baby blue and grey stripes, my favorites." Jack leaned in from the doorway to look me up and down.

"How long have you been standing there?" I quickly tugged at my tank, and then realized it was too short to be tugged without showing off all I had.

He walked forward tracing the strap if my tank top. "Not long. I came up when you were checking your tattoos."

I led the way out of my room and back downstairs where we had been sitting. I wasn't comfortable with him in my room. Especially with the amount of clothing we had on. That was just begging for trouble. We sat back down on the couch. He was still spread across it while I took my seat moving his feet so I could curl up on the opposite end. "So going to tell me about the rose?"

Jack used his elbows to straighten himself up so he could look at his arm. The rose was just below his left shoulder. I still couldn't believe I hadn't seen it when I had cleaned the cut. Then I remembered he had been wearing a tee-shirt at the time. The cut was slightly to the side of the stem but I wasn't focusing on that.

Jack rubbed his arm taking a moment to think. "It's a memorial tattoo. For every woman that was in my life that changed me. Ma's there because she was the first person who ever showed me kindness. She took me in from the shitty life I had and let me start over." He was quiet, staring at the petal that had her name.

I leaned forward tracing my finger along the petals. I moved from Evelyn's petals to Jasmine's. "Who is she?"

Jack watched as I continued tracing the petals. "I think she was my mother." He said mother as if it was a foreign word.

I looked at him in question. "What do you mean, you think?"

He sighed. "I don't know anything about her. All I ever found out was there had been a small file on me when I was in the system. Someone had gotten hold of my birth certificate, but it had disappeared. All my file had was that I was born in Detroit. And they had written down the name of the woman who had brought me in, Jasmine. If it was the same woman than I have a lot to thank her for, but a lot to blame her for." He was quiet for a few moments. "I got into the system when I was young. I guess I was about three at the time. But I don't remember any of it. This was all related back to me when I was old enough to ask questions. Some hooker brought me in and said she had found me next to some dead woman. The hooker's name was Jasmine and she told them she didn't trust a kid like me out on that street." He looked up at me; there was pain in his eyes. "She got me off of the streets and I can thank her for that, but she also put me in the system. I went through a lot of shit Lucia. Stuff no kid should ever have to go through. It was a long time before I got to Ma. Things could have turned out worse, so as much as I want to hate her I have to thank Jasmine. Whether she was my mother or not she was a bit of a guardian angel for me."

I nodded and moved my finger to the last petal. Lucia. My finger was hardly touching his skin but he lifted his hand to cover mine. "It's for you."

I shook my head in confusion. "Why me?"

He gently touched the side of my face with his hand. "Because you found me when I didn't know where I was. My life has been through so many twists and turns I never knew where I was going. You were the only constant thing in my life. I loved you then and I love you know. It's just different this time around."

"Why is that?"

"Because I know what it's like to not have you around. I know what it's like to lose you."

I crawled over his legs to get closer to him. I ended up arranging myself so that I was straddling his legs inches from his waist. That would have been a little too close. I gently kissed his lips and drew back. "Does that mean you're not going to go for a while?"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Heat was radiating off his body and I felt like I was wrapped around in blankets. "I will never go away without you again. I can't do that. Now that I have you back, I am not letting you go."

I smiled at him. "And what exactly makes you think you have me back?"

He was taken aback for a second before he saw my smile spreading. "Oh, what do I have to do to have you back in my life then?"

"Ask me."

"Just ask?" He sounded suspicious.

"Well. You have to ask in the right way." I crossed my arms. "If you say it wrong you could very possibly ruin it all."

"Oh well in that case," Jack smiled wide and I realized what he was going to do. Before I could stop him he had flipped me backward so that I was pinned to the couch. Thankfully I had managed to straighten my legs out or else I probably would have ended face first on the floor. His face loomed over mine as he held my arms over my head. "Lucia October, will you come back into my life?"

I put on a face of mock contemplation. "Well Jackson Mercer, what role am I in your life? Am I a secret girl you don't tell anyone about?" I watched as he closed his eyes and groaned. I didn't plan on making this easy for him. At all.

"You are very difficult." He smiled down at me. "Will you-I can't believe I'm saying this. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Aww how cute. I thought you were just going to ask me out not just ask to be your girlfriend." I leaned my face up to his. "The answer is yes."

Jack leaned his face down and kissed me. This was very different from before. I could actually feel my toes curling. Jack's hands released mine and found places at my waist drawing little circles into my skin. He had lowered himself onto his elbows and I could feel the evenness of his weight on every inch of my body. My tongue caressed the barbell in his tongue and I heard him moan in the back of his throat. He released from my mouth and I let out a small whimper. Through slitted eyes I looked at him. His eyes were half open looking down at me. His lips hovered inches from my mouth then took a new place at the corner of my mouth trailing little kisses to my neck. He found the soft spot on my neck and gently bit it. Thousands of sparks went through my body as I arched myself into him. My hands found his chest and traced out every line of his body. They moved lower until I ran a finger lightly over his stomach.

Jack was kissing his way back up to my lips, speaking between every kiss. "You. Have. No. Idea. What. You. Do. To. Me."

I nipped playfully at his lip while my hand moved dangerously lower. My finger met with the top of his jeans and slowly made its way to the top of his boxers. I let it rest there for a moment then traced back up his chest.

He took his mouth off mine hovering over me. His eyes had grown to a darker green. I knew that look. "That's called teasing." His voice was lower than it had been and was considerably huskier. His every word caressed my skin. "Teasing isn't very fair. If you want to play dirty, we can play dirty." With that he grabbed be by my wrists and held them over my head while his trailed kissed down the front of my shirt.

"Jack," I breathed his name out. Damn him. I wanted to touch him, to feel him.

His lips kissed me where the top of my breasts met the top of the tank top. Then he slowly and deliberately ran his tongue along the top. I bit down on my lip hard, suppressing the moan inside me. I struggled to release my hands but his grip was firm. "Jack." I whispered his name more urgently this time.

He brushed his lips against mine and straightened up. He released my hands and sat normally. I could see the smile play across his lips and his chest was rising and falling too quickly to pull off the normal look.

Yeah he wasn't getting off that easily. Avoiding his eye I gracefully got off the couch, silently congratulating my legs for not melting, and swayed my hips and I made my way into the kitchen. I knew Jack and I knew if he saw me walking he was going to follow me like a little puppy. Sure enough as soon as I opened the cabinet I could hear him behind me.

I turned to him and pointed to the cabinet. "Jack I need your height for a second."

He smirked and walked in front of me looking into the cabinet. "What did you need?"

I stood on my tiptoes and circled my arms around his waist. I bit his earlobe and whispered, "A diversion."

He shut the cabinet and turned in my arms looking surprised. "What?"

I placed my arms on his shoulders and pushed him up against the cabinet. My lips went down his neck and traced his collarbone. I felt him shiver beneath me and mentally congratulated myself for remembering one of his major weak points.

I was sucking on his neck when I heard him draw a deep breath. "Fuck it." His hands grabbed me right beneath my ass and lifted me to his chest. He turned me around so that now my back was pressed against the cabinet door. My legs wrapped around his waist and I knew he was slowly losing control. One arm held me steady while the other slowly crept beneath my shirt. His fingers traced the outline of my bra and slowly moved upward to undo the clasp in the front.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" We both froze. I looked over Jack's shoulder and saw the person standing in my kitchen doorway.

A/N: My live is a never ending violent circle of intolerable cruelty.

In other words my head hurts. And now I will thank the people that make me smile because you have no idea how wonderful I feel every time I read a review someone leaves me. Seriously, If you like brightening my day leave me a message. Flames in the past have even made me smile because the way I think of it you took the time to read my story and even if you didn't like it, I controlled your mind for a few minutes.

Anyway special thanks to:

XNegAttentionX: Thanks for all the support. Yes I love the way Lucia's mind is too.

Sadvirtue: Thanks for reading, and yes PSATS will always be evil and they are quiet useless. I want those 3 hours of my life back.

Roadv91: Thank you for reading; I am trying to keep a steady update. So far I've had an update every day. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep that one up but I'm pretty sure if I don't say in my every day pattern there will be an update every other day