I've decided to turn this story into a series of shorts. There is one more chapter to Jake and Cassandra's weekend to come after this. Then it'll be probably mostly one shots providing glimpses of their lives in between saving the world. This chapter contains a little mild sexual content. I wanted to keep the T rating and love scenes aren't my forte. So I hope this provides just enough . . . .
We need to stop . . . The one part of Jake's brain that was still functioning started yelling at him. Cassandra was draped across his bare chest . . .and when had she taken his shirt off? Her lips though were doing really distracting things to his neck and he couldn't quite remember why this was a really bad idea.
"Cassie," He gasped, "We need to . . . " His words trailed off into a rather embarrassingly loud moan as her clever lips had found an extremely sensitive spot. That did however, seem to get her to stop as she giggled against him.
"Cassandra, stop it." But he realized that he more moaned that then spoke it. This was not good. He moved his hands to her waist in order to roll them over. But in doing so he pulled her hips flush into his and they both gasped.
"Oh God," She moaned and it was all he could do not to buck into her. He was so hard and this was such a bad idea. He took a deep breath and rolled them to the side, gently putting distance between them.
"Cassie, honey, we have to stop."
She was frustrated, he was sure she was as turned on as he was. He pushed the hair away from her face as she mumbled an apology. "Don't darlin', it wasn't just you."
He thought about rolling away and quite a bit about a cold shower. Then a better idea came to mind, he pulled her back into him and her eyes widened.
"Cassandra?" He put one hand under his chin making sure to get eye contact. This was important right now to establish trust. "I trust you. Do you trust me?"
"I always have," She looked really confused.
"Do you trust me right now to keep you safe?"
"What do you . . .Ohhh." Cassandra's experiences had been more limited than his, but he had a feeling she knew where he was going. She smiled. "I do."
"We can't umm. . ." He turned bright red, he was much better at showing then saying. "Fully, but I have quite the imagination. I know a few really beautiful things we can do that are safe."
His Cassandra actually wickedly smirked at him. One tiny bit of the worst part of her that he really really liked.
"Speaking of beauty," He lifted the hem of her camisole, "May I?"
She giggled, letting him pull it off of her.
"Oh wow." The last coherent thing he said to her was, "Do that thing you just did with your tongue again . .."
Jake was tapping his hands along his kitchen counter the next morning waiting for Cassandra. He really did not want to leave his apartment but the errand they needed to run was more urgent than ever. The sooner they got done, the sooner he could get back to exploring his new favorite work of art in thorough detail. Nothing on earth he'd ever seen had come close to how beautiful last night was. So in love that he should be terrified but he wasn't. She told him once that he was her anchor. Maybe that meant that she was his sail. Whatever she was, she filled him with peace.
"Hi," She broke into his thoughts appearing by his side. "Ready to go?"
"The sooner the better." He attempted a leer but he knew it came out as a love struck grin.
She went to kiss him but backed up and giggled.
"What? Is there somethin'?"
Cassandra flushed and touched her neck, then point to his. He looked at her funny, then went into the bathroom to look in the mirror.
"Oh hell, when did you do that?"
"I'm, um, pretty sure when you kept begging me not to um stop?" Cassandra said from the hallway. "I could try, uh makeup? I don't think we're the same shade though."
"I'm not wearin' makeup Cass. Just," He sighed, "In the top drawer of the dresser, grab me a scarf."
"Okay, in and out, we can do this."
Cassandra giggled. "Jake, suddenly you're Baird and we're on a case! Stop it. Besides we're also out of beer. And I need a couple of other things. It's not a big deal."
"I know. I'm just kinda wired and stupid."
"You get the beer and the you know . . ." She shook her head at herself for acting like a teenager. "And I'll get my stuff and I'll meet you at the front."
Cassandra wandered off to makeup and he went to the cooler. That was the easy part. Grabbed a six pack and then took a deep breath.
Why are there so many? He sighed. It'd had been a couple of years but it seemed like they'd multiplied. Just grab the ones you used to use and then go find Cassie, you idiot.
His hand reached out for a package when over his shoulder he heard. "Well hullo there, Stone."
"Jones . . ."
