FF#180: Staring down the barrel of a .45

Part Fourteen

It started raining.

Both Jason and Elizabeth were oblivious to the fat droplets of water as they fell from the sky and splashed the water around them. Both were too occupied with the feelings the other was providing—the pleasure—to take notice in the rain as it poured down on and around them. Jason's fingers slipped inside her boy shorts, moving lower and lower with excruciating slowness. Neither noticed the flash of light that lit up the now dark sky, for their lips continued to move together, their tongues continued to duel, and Jason's fingers continued to descend, so close to their destination.

They were both so close to what they wanted so close to what they had waited so long for when a clap of thunder in the distance caused Elizabeth to jolt against Jason, finally taking notice in the thunderstorm.

Jason heard the thunder, became disappointed when Elizabeth pulled away from him slightly, but crashed his lips down on hers again, not caring about the rain, the lightning, or the thunder. And for a brief minute, neither did Elizabeth. But when another bolt of lightning lit up the sky again, blinding her for a moment with its brightness, immediately followed by another roar of thunder, Elizabeth pulled away from Jason.

Panting with pleasure and need for that building ache to ease, Elizabeth tried to get Jason to stop when he dipped his head towards her, intending on kissing her again. She pushed against his shoulders, squeezed her thighs that were around her waist, something, she realized, that was a mistake when they both moaned.

She pushed against his shoulders again when he nuzzled her neck, "Jason, we… we have to stop."

He grunted, still moving his lips along the side of her neck. But his fingers slipped out of her boy shorts. Even though she knew they had to stop, it was still disappointing being so close and having to stop.

The rain fell harder.

"Jason!"

He finally stopped kissing her long enough to look at her and groan in frustration at knowing that they had to stop and get out of there. Dropping his forehead to hers for a moment, Jason loosened his arms around her so that the both of them could make their way back to the side and climb out of the lake.

Jason pulled himself out of the lake first, turned back around once he knew he wouldn't fall back in and crouched down, extending his hand towards Elizabeth. She was too short to reach the edge of the lake and pull herself up, they both knew it, and that was what caused Jason to frown when she shook her head no.

"Give me your hand." The rain was pouring down on them so hard he had to raise his voice.

She shook her head again. "Give me my shirt." He almost didn't hear her, but when her words registered, Jason shook his head and continued to extend his hand out to her. "I am not getting out of here until you give me my shirt."

Swearing, Jason stood up, shook himself a little in an attempt to ease his aching erection, and looked around for her shirt. Finding it, he picked it up and rushed back towards the edge of the lake, handing Elizabeth's shirt to her.

She did her best to pull the shirt over her head as she shook in the now freezing lake. Once her arms were through the shirt, she felt Jason grab hold of her upper arm, pulling her out of the water with such ease, she felt weightless.

Even with the lightning, thunder, and hard slaps of rain against her skin, Elizabeth still took acknowledgement in how strong Jason was. She was mesmerized for a second, staring at his broad back as he searched for his shirt, finding it and putting it on followed by his soaked jeans.

She licked her lips. Admiring his firm—in need of a nice pinch—butt as he bent down to put his boots on.

He was fully dressed and she was still in her shirt and boys shorts, staring at him, when he turned around. Wanting to smirk but giving her an irritated look instead, Jason picked up her jeans and threw them at her, telling her oh-so nicely to get her butt moving.

He was picking up her shoes when she finally snapped out of it and pulled her heavy pants on. The sky lit up and not even two seconds later the loud roar of thunder met their ears. In the distance, Jason heard what sounded like a tree snapping and falling to the ground with a loud thud. Elizabeth didn't even have her sneakers, which he gave her moments before, tied when Jason was tugging on her arm, dashing out of their secluded spot and towards his car.

Elizabeth was trailing behind Jason, running in order to keep up with his long strides. He slowed down a bit when he realized he was practically dragging her along. Another bolt of lightning, another clash of thunder and Jason was picking up pace again, willing to pick her up in order to get out of the woods and into the safety of his car. The thunderstorm was too close for his liking and he didn't want a tree to be struck causing it to fall on them.

Elizabeth suddenly jerked on his hold and when Jason turned his head to look at her, he could see she was trying to turn around and head back to the lake. Stopping, only because she continued to fight against his hold, Jason nearly shouted. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I left my bra."

Rolling his eyes, Jason ignored her and began to walk back towards the car again. She tried to pull away from him, digging her heels into the wet ground, doing anything to make him stop.

"Forget the bra."

"It's…" huffing, Elizabeth smacked his arm when his grip tightened. He let go of her, turned around and let her see his exasperation. Before he could grab her again, she was running back towards the lake, calling over her shoulder, "It's my favorite bra from the ones we bought!"

"Son of a…Elizabeth!" Catching up to her, Jason grabbed her around the waist, turned her in his arms and hoisted her over his shoulder. "We'll get you a new one."

Grabbing both sides of his waist tightly, Elizabeth pressed her chest into his back. "Put me down. I can walk on my own."

He said nothing as he picked up his pace and started to jog towards the car that was now in view. Elizabeth's eyes narrowed as she stared at his backside. She finally gave into her urge to pinch his firm butt, and as much as she liked it, she did it because he made her so mad by making her leave her bra behind.

When they went shopping that morning, before they went to the bank, she was told she could pick out anything she needed or wanted. Even though she was paying Jason back for everything, she tried not to get too much stuff because she felt uncomfortable about the situation. When they had entered the lingerie department, she saw how uncomfortable he looked, but when she picked up the black bra that was now left at the lake, his eyes darkened and she could just read the sexual appreciation in his eyes. Thus, that bra became her favorite. And now he made her leave it behind.

She pinched him again.

Jason slowed his pace and shifted his hold on Elizabeth so he could reach inside his pants pocket and retrieve the keys to the car. Hitting the unlock button, Jason pulled the passenger side door open, placed Elizabeth inside the car with a gentleness that surprised her, and then hurried to his side of the car.

Getting in, Jason started the engine and pulled onto the road. He noticed her shivering and turned the heat on. "My jacket is in the backseat."

Rubbing her arms, Elizabeth shook her head. "I'm all wet, it will get ruined."

Shrugging, Jason blindly reached into the backseat, felt around for his jacket, grabbed it and handed it to her. Elizabeth smiled timidly, "Thank you." She snuggled under his warm jacket, basking in the masculine smell of it. She sighed as she looked out the window, frowning over having to leave such a wonderful place.

"We can always come back."

Elizabeth turned her head to look at him. Cheek resting against the smooth leather of the seat, she smiled. "I was having such a good time."

He turned his head to look at her as they continued to drive on. Their gazes locked and Elizabeth knew he was remembering their time in the lake. Both of them nearly naked, moving against each other, kissing each other with built up passion. They were so close to giving in, right there in the middle of the woods, in a lake. Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as a tight knot formed low in her belly.

She looked away.

He grinned.

His gaze turned back towards the road. Jason couldn't understand why she was suddenly being so shy with him. She was blushing under his sexual gaze when not even a ten minutes before she was half naked in the lake, legs wrapped around him, allowing him to kiss her everywhere, including her full, round…

"I can't believe you made me leave my bra."

He had to shift his position in his seat in order get comfortable again. It didn't help. Barely turning his head, Jason glanced at her. He let his gaze wander over her torso, stopping at where her chest would be in view if not for his leather jacket. She could feel his hot gaze on her before his eyes turned back to the road. "It doesn't matter."

Her mouth dropped open in annoyance. "What? Of course it matters."

"No it doesn't."

She huffed as she turned in her seat to glare at him. "I happened to like that bra very much. But let me tell you something, I am not paying you back for it. It's your fault I left it there."

"How is it my fault?" His chest moved with laughter. "You're the one who threw it at me."

She lowered her gaze as she placed her hands over her face. "Can we please not talk about that?"

His confusion was evident in the frown that took over his face, causing his eyebrows to scrunch together. Was she really embarrassed? The woman stripped down to her underwear in front of him and then proceed to take her bra off, throw it at him and then kiss him with as much passion as he felt. Glancing at her lowered gaze and flushed face Jason couldn't help but smile. She could be a temptress in the heat of the moment but then turn into a flustered mess when the moment was over.

He was just going to have to get the moment going again.

He didn't mind her shyness; he actually found it endearing, challenging, beautiful. He loved the pink flush that would always settle on her cheeks and chest when she was nervous or shy or even aroused. But as much as her shyness caused a swelling in his chest, he wanted to keep the moment going. Of course they weren't in the lake any longer, or wrapped in each others arms, but that was only a minor delay.

Until they got home.

"Why don't you want to talk about it?"

"I just don't."

He slowed the car down and pulled it to the side of the road. Turning in his seat to face her, Jason cupped her chin, lifting her face until she looked at him. He leaned down and kissed her with so much tenderness, she could cry. When he pulled away, he continued to hold her cheek, gazing down at her with soft eyes. "If you expect me to forget about what happened between us, you can think again."

"I don't expect you to forget, it's just…" she mumbled the end of her explanation.

"What?"

She wanted to crawl into a hole. Instead, she looked him straight in the eyes and blurted out what she mumbled seconds before. "It's embarrassing, the way I threw myself at you."

"You didn't throw yourself at me, just your bra."

"Jason!"

He silenced her with a kiss. Laughing against her lips which caused her to bite his playfully in return. He kissed her twice more before he pulled away. "I like it when you feel you can… throw yourself at me."

She could tell he was teasing her, and oddly enough, it made her embarrassment easier. Elizabeth had made a vow to herself to make Jason's control snap, to make him give into what they both wanted. He had some chivalrous notion that they should wait and take things slow, but Elizabeth wanted to snap that thought out of him. And now that she had, she was acting like some virgin who hadn't just seduced an incredibly gorgeous man into jumping into a lake with her.

For goodness sake, Jason had her breast in his mouth, giving her so much pleasure she never wanted to stop.

Looking back up at him, Elizabeth smiled at his scorching, yet tender gaze. "This is just… it's new to me."

"What is?"

"Being free to act how I want to. Not having to worry about embarrassing someone," she paused and smiled, "other than myself." She looked away again, down at her hands that were now wringed together. "I've only been with one other man, and it was never like that between us."

A quick glance at him told her he understood what she meant. "I never felt comfortable enough to be so open with him when it came to making love." As embarrassing the conversation should be, Elizabeth felt very comfortable. It was like she just knew she could tell Jason anything and he wouldn't judge her or make her feel stupid for saying it.

Unlike Joshua.

Joshua always made her feel smaller than him, like her opinions didn't matter or what she felt didn't matter. But Jason was different. He listened to her, and even if her thoughts, feelings, or opinions were stupid, he didn't make her feel like they were. And just like Joshua was so different from Jason when it came to how they made her feel, Elizabeth was sure they were different in the bedroom.

Hell, Jason gave her more pleasure with a few touches and kisses than Joshua ever gave her. Jason lit a fire within her, Joshua used to scorch it.

Jason couldn't believe that someone as sexy, beautiful, and passionate as Elizabeth felt like she had to tame her desire. But as much as it surprised him, it also caused a proud, possessive feeling to emerge knowing that not only did she feel comfortable enough with him to act on her passion, but he was the first to fully experience that passion.

And they hadn't even spelt together yet.

Jason leaned down to kiss her again. What started out to be a small kiss to hold him over until they could return to the penthouse, turned into something more. Her mouth opened under his, inviting his tongue to duel with hers. Their hands roamed each others bodies and when Jason tried to pull her closer, they both knew they had to stop when the middle compartment separating their seats got in the way.

They pulled away, leaned in for one more kiss, and then sat back in their seats again. Elizabeth sighing and Jason cursing.

Blowing out a harsh breath, Jason pulled the car back out on the road again. They both sat in silence for several minutes before a thought occurred to Elizabeth. "What… what did you mean when you said it didn't matter that you left my bra back there?"

When he glanced at her, Elizabeth swore the smile he gave her would have made her knees weak if she were standing.

"I like you better without it."