Avery Brooks had been considered many things in her life. People classified her as a slut, a tramp, a bimbo, a good friend, loyal, protective, loud, scrappy…a hood rat. But no one had ever mistaken Avery for patient. It was amazing that she had held out on sleeping with Jeff for three months. She was sure it was a miracle. With any other guy, she would have cut his ass off a long time ago, chalked him up as gay, and moved on. But there was something about Jeff that was different.
Jeff Hardy wasn't the type of guy that Avery normally went for. Sure, he was beautiful and sweet, but nice guys like him were never really interested in her. Somehow, she always ended with the biggest asshole in the lot. She typically attracted guys that were only out to get her in bed. They'd sweet talk her, prey on her insecurities, and somehow convince her that they wanted more from her than just sex. As soon as she would give in, she'd be lucky if the guy even bothered to stay the night after he got laid. She had a reputation that followed her everywhere. It was the reason that she no longer frequented certain bars in Fells Point; almost everyone there knew her and the majority of them weren't familiar by word of mouth, but by first hand experience. Guys only saw Avery as a piece of ass.
And then she met Jeff.
What started off as a crush at a table while hooking up with Randy Orton, turned into something amazing. Her feelings for him increased tenfold after spending that night with him and he didn't make a move. But, it wasn't until Avery had gone to Puerto Rico with Parker, that things with Jeff seemed to move forward. They went from talking on the phone, to Jeff coming to Baltimore for the day to visit her, and that somehow turned into making out on several occasions. It wasn't until the day that Avery told him she had a date that Jeff decided to lay down the Hardy rules. Needless to say, that "Avery dating other people" shit was nipped in the butt. He told her straight up that he was interested in her and they couldn't move forward if she was still dating other men. She asked if that meant they were together and he made it quite clear that he thought it was obvious.
And while Avery found it charming that Jeff was a gentleman, that shit was irritating as all hell, now. It was all fine and dandy when they were still getting to know each other, but shit… when the fuck was it going to end? She had spent time at his house and he at hers. She'd even visited him on the road a few times…they slept next to each other in the same bed, and nothing. This bullshit was coming to an end, or Jeff Hardy was.
But she couldn't do that to him. Jeff was a sweetheart. He was the guy that everyone went to when they had a problem. Not that Jeff was this great listener or anything, he was just really calm and thoughtful. He wasn't known to say things to hurt other people, he always tried to play devil's advocate, and he shed light on situations by viewing them from a different perspective. Granted, Jeff had his own amount of shit with him; namely, he tried not to draw attention to himself, because he was often zoning. Maybe the reason that he was such a good person to talk to was because, when you were talking to Jeff, Jeff was often in his own world. He would take out the key parts of the conversation and sum it up in his head. Then while people felt the need for insistent rambling, he could go inside the recess of his mind and do whatever the hell else he was doing. That's one of the things he liked about Avery. She didn't ramble. She said exactly what was on her mind.
And if this shit wasn't jumping off tonight, Jeff was going to hear exactly what was on Avery's mind. There would be no rambling involved.
Wearing boy shorts and the most miraculous of miracle bras to give her cleavage from somewhere, Avery made her way to the bed. She made sure to walk with her chest poking out, not because the bra was two sizes too small and cutting off her circulation and she was sure that the cleavage she was sporting was really a result of the skin from her back that was being pulled to her chest in the most ungodly of fashions, but because she wanted it to appear to Jeff that she was actually working with something. She had successfully created enough of an illusion that he shouldn't be turned off that his chest was bigger than hers.
She was an attractive girl, standing at five foot nine, with big blue eyes and long auburn hair and was incredibly petite. For Avery's height, she was only one hundred and ten pounds, and the weight seemed to be dropping off faster everyday. But even with her incredibly small waist and flat stomach and super slender build, Avery's biggest problem with her self was her chest size. She knew she was sexy, but her breasts hadn't gotten the memo. They started growing at age fourteen and two weeks later, they stopped. Despite how small her chest was, it had never stopped her from getting laid before. But then again, it was never with Jeff Hardy.
Jeff knitted his brows as he watched Avery stalk toward the bed. It was obvious what she had in mind, but he wanted to talk to her about it first. How exactly he was going to bring it up, he wasn't quite sure. But as luck would have it, Avery didn't give him a chance. She literally jumped on him and started to kiss him.
It was a shame really, having to take matters into her own hands. She always preferred for the guy to be the aggressor. However, dealing with Jeff, her ovaries were destined to shrivel up and fall out before he ever tried anything. Looming over him on all fours, Avery continued to kiss him while letting her hand travel down to the buckle on his pants.
"Avery…" This conversation had to happen. He couldn't let it get any further until he explained to her that she didn't need to go all porn-star on him. He wanted her to know that he did want her but he was just taking his time because he actually wanted to build something with her. "We need to talk." He managed to get the words out in between kisses.
"Fuck talking. We'll talk later." She wasn't letting him get distracted. She could feel how hard he was through his jeans. It was a good sign, she didn't totally repulse him. Now if she could just get him to shut up, things would progress nicely.
Jeff Hardy was a patient man, but he was also determined. He wasn't the type to easily be swayed, even if there was a beautiful half-naked woman trying desperately to take advantage of him. Feeling her hand go inside of his jeans, Jeff pulled back her arm and forced to her to look at him. "Avery, stop. I wanna talk to you."
Frustration? Anger? She wasn't quite sure, all she knew was this was bullshit. "Jeff, you are killing me. Abso-fuckin'-lutely killing me. What's the problem? You know what…fuck it." Rolling herself over to her side, she turned her back to him. "Do you need to call Randy, or do you have a ride? Because if you ain't putting out, you gotta get out." She meant what she said to Parker, if Jeff didn't give it up, she was shipping his ass to Parker's apartment.
It was like clockwork, knowing when she was going to blow up. Avery got mad for two reasons. Either it was in defense of someone she cared about, or when she felt really insecure. Judging from the display of her anger, Jeff guessed it was the latter. He couldn't help but to laugh. She was so spirited and she didn't really care who it was directed at. "Avery look at me."
"You need to be finding out what time the bus comes and I don't have the damn bus schedule on my forehead." She laid there for a minute, then she turned around and looked him in the eye. "Why don't you want me? Is it my tits…what?"
"What are talking about? I do want you, it's just… I was trying to be respectful. I know how things have gone for you in the past, and I don't want you to ever think that I'm like that." Most women would have thought that he was sweet, but the look on her face said otherwise.
The way she curled up her lips and batted her lashes at him told him that she didn't believe a damn thing that was coming out of his mouth. "That's about the stupidest fucking bullshit I done ever heard. Respect is a few weeks…this is fucking torture. It's been months, Jeff. Fucking months. I'm glad you respect me, but fuck respect. I wanna be a skank bitch right now. Can you respect that?"
He shook his head at her logic. He could understand why she was frustrated, but not why she didn't understand his motives. "We don't see each other that much. With us, months only equal a handful of dates, Avery. I just wanted to make sure you knew how I felt about you before we went any further."
"I know how you feel about me. I wanna know how you feel inside me." Shaking her head, she looked at the ceiling. "I don't believe this shit."
This conversation wasn't going anywhere and Jeff really wasn't the type to argue. He had tried to play it cool, but she wasn't having any of that. Maybe Randy was right; the way to get through to Avery wasn't to tell her, but to show her. So, in the most respectable way he could think of, Jeff kissed Avery and covered her body with his.
Now that's what I'm talking about. Avery responded immediately, enjoying the feel of his tongue running down her neck. She couldn't stop the gasp that came from her mouth when Jeff unhooked her bra. It wasn't because she was so aroused by him uncovering her body. It was because that tight-ass bra was cutting off her circulation and she gasped because she could finally breathe. But now came the moment of truth. Vertically, Avery had a small chest, but it was visible that she was a woman. Horizontally, she looked like an adolescent boy. Lying down, her boobs completely disappeared, leaving her totally flat. That was another reason that she liked to be on top.
Jeff didn't seem to notice. He wanted to take his time and show her that he was extremely attracted to her, and the months of waiting had taken its toll on him too. If she thought it was bad waiting that damn long, how did she think he felt? Night after night, he usually had an onslaught of women offering to spend the night with him. And it's not that he wasn't tempted a time or two; it was something that, before Avery, he had done. Jeff was a decent guy, but above all else, Jeff Hardy was a man – just so there was no mistake about that.
Avery's hips bucked almost immediately when Jeff's head found its way between her thighs. It took everything she had not to hold his head down and smother him; it had been that damn long. Judging by how sweet Jeff was, she didn't quite expect him to get down like that. But the boy had skills, so she wasn't complaining. She tried to play it cool, like she was proving a point, but after a few seconds, her resolve broke down. She had no choice but to let the creases of frustration on her forehead subside as she closed her eyes.
On any other day, Jeff would have liked to have actually finished what he started. But he didn't think he could hold out much longer. He'd have to make it up to her later. As he made his way back up her body, he took a moment to look in her eyes. "You sure you wanna do this?" He knew that would piss her off and he couldn't stop smiling about it.
"Look at my face, Jeff. Do I look I'm bullshitting to you?"
Staring off slow, he could hear himself release the low rumble in his chest when he was fully sheathed. He figured it would begin gently and he would gradually work his way up. Avery talked a good game, but he didn't know if she was really as out there as she claimed. If he really wanted to know, he could've asked Randy, but there was no way in hell he was doing that. It would've been his luck that Randy would have told him, in true Randy fashion, and then Jeff would've been forced to whip Randy's ass. No, slow was fine, coupled with a lot of kissing and touching. At least Avery could feel what he had been trying to tell her.
Unfortunately, Avery wasn't feeling the same thing Jeff was. That slow, romantic, love making was fine on special occasions, but for what she wanted, he was going to have pick up the pace or move over so she could take the wheel. She was sure there was a polite way to say it, but every now and then, he would move a certain way and her brain would go numb. There was only one way to handle this situation. Avery's hands made their way up Jeff arms and rested on either side of his head. Holding his head in place and forcing him to look at her, she spoke in an almost possessed voice. "Jeffrey. Fuck. Me."
Jeff stopped and looked at her confused. It could've been an embarrassing situation, but it was the first time they'd been together. That first time is usually awkward. He never wanted to cross the line, because that would probably mean not getting to tap again. And what was the sense in that? "Yeah?"
Nodding, she wrapped her legs around his waist and prepared for what she hoped was going to be the rodeo ride of her life. "Oh yeah."
That was all the invitation that he needed. The nice, quiet, polite, thoughtful Jeff Hardy went the hell away. And the out-there, aggressive, sexually-frustrated Jeff Hardy took over. For months, he had been imagining what it would be like and he'd be damned if he was going to skip anything. Avery definitely lived up to her self-promoted hype. "Get on your knees." It wasn't a gentle request, that's for damn sure.
With a wide smile, she raised her eyes to him. "Yes, sir." She had never seen Jeff be aggressive before. It was more attractive than she could have imagined. And that look on his face showed that he was dead serious in his request.
It didn't take long before he had her screaming out for various deities. It was definitely one of the plus sides to having everyone think he could do no wrong. Jeff Hardy could put it down and knew, no matter what partner he had, they were pleasantly surprised.
Laying next to each other, still trying to catch their collective breaths, Avery slapped Jeff on the arm. "You asshole. Why did it take you so long to do that? How dare you deprive me?"
With a lazy smile, Jeff closed his eyes. "I was trying to a gentleman. I liked the idea of taking my time."
"Don't ever take your time again. Do it just like that, always. Just like that."
Closing his arm around her after her head found its way on his chest, Jeff kissed her hair. "So you like it like that?"
Nodding against the feel of his still racing heart, Avery tried to will her legs to move again. "I like it all kinds of ways. And in the morning, I'm gonna show you one of the things I really like."
The effects of the long day, the drive, and finally being with Avery were taking effect on Jeff. His eyes wouldn't reopen if they tried. He exhaled deeply before giving into sleep. "I look forward to it."