Parker looked at her and the spoon dropped from his fingers. He had been fighting the urge to grab her, kiss her gently and passionately on the lips and neck, like he had this suspicious feeling she wanted him too. She knows he had been looking at her and he knows she has been looking at him. It was like they were the only two people in a room, both with sticks and prodding each other and pretending they aren't doing it when the other turns around. So when she said she wanted to be with him too, it stirred him. He physically felt his insides writhe with pleasure.
He leaned into the door and could smell her, her neck was a foot away from his face and he could nearly count the whisps of soft hair at the base of her delicate neck before it went under the collar of her sweater. His chest burned as her fingers came up and rubbed at it as if some subconscious part of her knew he was looking at her. He tried not to but she is just so gorgeous and truly an amazing woman. She is not fake… she is not weak… she is a strong and beautiful woman, something Parker liked. However, right now she was being shy and he was too. A little added bonus from her… she is not easy… which made her even better. Then he was full of doubt about himself… that was a problem. This wasn't going to get them anywhere.
"You can have me back when I am better. But why wait for that? Just because the mission is over it doesn't mean you have to cut ties with me, Jill." Parker said in a low and barely hidden sexy growl. He saw her flesh goose up as his breath caressed her neck. Her shoulder's tensed a little in reaction to the goose flesh but it wasn't an unpleasant thing. He stood up straight and stepped back as she turned to face him.
"I didn't mean that I had cut ties with you. I can't, not after all we went through together. I just… wanted to tell you. About the mission." She said awkwardly. She looked up in his eyes and found this time he didn't shy away. Neither did she. They looked at each other for a few prolonged seconds before her eyes started to fill with tears. Not for any particular reason, but perhaps frustration. It was easier to face down mutated viral freaks than to say 'Parker I want you'. She wiped the wetness off her face irritably as she reached in and pulled the spoon out of the coffee maker filter, closed the lid and hit the on switch.
"Coffee sounds really good." She said to cover up the moment. She could tell Parker wanted to ask her again what was wrong but he didn't.
"Are you sure? I mean, caffeine may keep you awake especially if you are leaving in the morning. Perhaps you should be sleeping." Parker said. It was a smart answer, but really he wanted her to turn around and jump on him. Hurt or not, he would be able to handle her weight coming at him.
"Coffee doesn't keep me awake. I need to take something to help me sleep anyway even if I didn't drink coffee." Jill said and barely heard him quip with a soft
"I have something to help you sleep." Or was it just her imagination? Or had he really meant like he had sleeping aids stashed somewhere? Why does he have to be so damned confusing?
"I'm sure you do." Jill said and again, annoyingly her face reddened. She heard Parker chuckle deeply and as she turned around she found that he had come up behind her without so much as a rustle of his clothing. He was looking down at her intently, his mouth was open slightly. She could see his tongue moving behind his lips and teeth like he was trying to say something but was unsure of how to say it.
Jill put her warm hand on his big forearm and felt his muscle jump. She was looking at him with a friendly smile but it wasn't the same as her hand slid up his arm and her fingers went under the rim of his t-shirt. Her palm placed over the anchor and rope tattoo.
"This must hold some meaning." She said and her voice was low and sultry. She wasn't even aware she was going to say it like that, but noticed how Parker reacted to her very suggestive tone and tingling touch. He lifted his other hand and rested it gently below her ribs and with barely a tug or urging, she stepped closer.
"It's an accolade to my grandfather… he was a sailor. My dad was a sailor as well for a while. It seems my entire family had their toes in the water…" He said softly as the hand that was at her side came up a little and slid around to her back, and gently pulled her in as both her hands came up over his chest to his shoulders and around his neck.
"I bet none of them were on a cruise ship."Jill smiled coyly at him as her hands came around his thick neck. He placed both hands on her back by this time, lowering his face to hers, their lips inches apart, hesitating teasingly, he can feel her entire body pulsing with heat, his own heart hammering in his chest hard at the thought of claiming her mouth.
"Not a ship like Zenobia… 'He whispered, she could nearly feel his beard scratching her face. He was having trouble catching his breath, not because he was in pain, but because he was stunned. He could not believe the sensation he was getting from her. He could literally feel her desire for him, as if it were a palpable physical thing.
"Lucky them." Jill said as she allowed her arms to lock firmly around his neck and shoulders, his big arms wrapping gently around her middle, lifting her up off her feet. She thought of protesting for a moment because of his injury, but then
"Yeah…lucky them." He finished and then he was kissing her full on the mouth. Jill's fear of hurting him or him hurting himself vanished as soon as their lips touched. Any and all precaution or pretense was gone, both were diving fingers into hair and they kissed hungrily and enthusiastically.
Tongues entwined and breath was robbed as they pulled their mouths apart huffing and puffing.
"Jill… is… is this something you really want?" Parker panted. Jill slid down so her feet were on the floor again. Her body was still pressed to him but her eyes never left his. Her fingers danced down his arms and took his hands.
"I know you can feel it, Parker." Jill said seriously as her hands came to rest on Parker's stomach, soft but so much firmness of muscle met her palms and she nearly purred. He was hitching a little trying not to moan in delight as Jill massaged his midriff.
"I can… but I don't want you to have to leave here later with regrets." Parker said as his hands came up and started massaging her shoulders and neck. She leaned into it a little and closed her eyes in pleasure. She enjoyed the feel of his big hands completely enveloping her muscles with gentle caresses and squeezes, something she hadn't felt in so long.
"There is nothing to regret. We both want this… I can feel it from you too." Jill said never removing her stare from his. Her fingers going up under his shirt to run them in his hairs covering most of his stomach.
"That feels so good." Parker murmured. Jill responded by diving her fingers in further up his chest, finding his nipples and taking them between her index and middle and pinching a little to receive an earful of 'mmmmyes'. This reaction to her touches was much akin to throwing gasoline on a flame. She felt her womanhood clenching and warm in her jeans.
"Oh Parker… oh…' She muttered as she nuzzled against him and he responded by holding her to him tightly, roughly rubbing his hands up and down her back, but not hard enough to harm her, she appeared to like it, arching her back into it as he did this, her sweater lifted and his hands were brushing her bare back and his fingers were tucking under the rim of her jeans. She is so warm.
"…Jill… Jill…" Parker murmured her name delicately as his mouth came down to her ear. His hot breath made her skin goose up again, the little hairs on her neck stood and she cooed softly. She turned her head to his offered neck and scraped her teeth across the strong muscle and felt him shiver pleasantly. His venturing hands came down around her buttocks, squeezing them gently while pulling her hips to him where she crushed against his easily. The hollow between her legs was warm and filled in by the flesh he was offering her that was as of yet unreleased from his clothing. He throbbed a little, his breathing labored like he was perhaps in the grip of fear… but fear did not drive his hands up her back again where they found the clasps of her bra and as she questioningly ran her fingers around the rim of his sweatpants, feeling he had nothing on under them, he released the first hook of her bra.