AN: Ugh…my computer is STILL with data recovery. Who knew that process took so long? Still hoping to recover my next fully written chapter so I don't have to re-write. At this point, don't even remember what I wrote. Haha. This is mindless drabble to keep me motivated.

"You look…," Jonny shook his head in awe of her as a smile crept onto his face. "I love you, beautiful girl."

She was sitting at her vanity. Curling her hair. She met his eyes in the mirror and held his gaze for a moment before responding. He was leaning against her doorway. Watching her get ready for the party.

"I love you too," she told him. "Now go get changed. Your dad wants us downstairs before guests start arriving."

Jonny looked up at the ceiling. "That's the last thing I want to do," he sighed overdramatically, walking into the room.

She spun around in her chair to face him. "I suppose that's my fault?" she raised an eyebrow.

He got down on his haunches in front of her. Lightly gripping her knees. "Completely your fault," he agreed.

"Sorry about that," she whispered.

"I'm not," he whispered back and then closed his eyes as she wrapped her hands around his face. Enjoying her touch. She leaned forward and planted a long kiss on his forehead. "I want you, Jessie."

"I want you too, babe."

XXX

He was back to leaning against a doorway and staring at her an hour into the evening. She was moving around the living room with his father. Being introduced to big donors and other party goers. Jonny had no interest in participating, but he loved watching her work the room.

His heart jumped each time she sought out his eyes and gave him a big smile. He was so focused on her that he did not notice Race saddle up beside him.

"Having fun?" Race asked sarcastically.

"About as much as you," Jonny grumbled. "I know you hate it when he does these here."

"Security nightmare," Race admitted. "But keeps me on my toes."

"There's that," Jonny laughed.

"What's going on with you?" Race changed gears.

"Hmm?" Jonny looked at him and furrowed his brow.

"You've been distracted all day," Race pointed out.

Jonny shrugged and then turned back to Jessie. He was distracted. Had been since earlier that day when she told him she was ready to have sex. He wanted to do it as soon as the words were out of her mouth. He did not want to wait a second longer than he already had, but she wanted perfect and he wanted to make her happy. His want was more than physical, but the physical had been overwhelming him since she said it. Thinking about it was making him hard nonstop. Despite the fact that there were two hundred people in the house. Despite the fact that he could still feel himself slipping from her hands a few hours earlier and then her mouth a few hours after that. Satisfied. Despite the fact that her father was so close. Too close. His girl was consuming him.

Those thoughts and desires were not new. He had been dealing with them for years. He knew how to control them. But he could not move them from the front of his brain. Not since she had said it. Out loud. It was finally real and only a small matter of time before he knew for sure how it felt to be with her.

"She looks beautiful in that dress," Race commented when Jonny did not offer more.

The dress was long, black and glittering. Her makeup was light and her hair was curled.

"She does," Jonny grinned. "Like a movie star."

Race clasped a hand down on Jonny's shoulder and then left him to his thoughts.

Eventually, her eyes settled on him for more than just a glance and she cut through the crowd on a mission. Jonny took a deep breath and waited patiently. He desperately wanted to whisk her away.

"I've missed you tonight, Quest." She said it as soon as she was within earshot.

He pulled her tight against him a heartbeat later. "I've been close," he assured.

Her eyes went wide. A little surprised. He made no attempt to conceal his arousal from her. In fact, he pressed into her more. Needing the contact. "Jonny," she admonished quietly.

Jonny swallowed before responding. Hyper aware that they were not alone. "I don't want to pressure you…but I'm having trouble reining it in, babe. I promise…promise that I'll get my shit together. I'm just…all I can think about…"

"Is taking my dress off?" she teased. "Feeling it hit your feet?" she prodded. Using his words from earlier against him.

"I…you…you took me off guard today. In a good way…" he fumbled.

She kissed him to save him from having to explain further. She rubbed the back of this head lovingly and kissed him slow. In front of everyone.

He cleared his throat when she ended it. "Doesn't help my current predicament," he smiled against her lips and could feel his breathing pick up.

She leaned away to create space between them and he rushed to eliminate it. "Babe," she tensed and fisted her hands against his chest. "I was serious before. I'm ready, but not tonight." She added firmly, but softly. "That being said," she wrapped her arms around his neck. "What can I do for you?"

"Hmm?" he was still unfocused.

She chuckled. "Ask for something smaller, love."

Jonny's eyes raced around the room instinctively to see if anyone was watching them. Namely her father. When he did not see any warning signs, he gripped one of her hands and led her from the doorway. Down the hallway, through the kitchen, into and across the garage. He raced them to the back of the house where they could be alone. He heard her laughing and the clicking of her heels behind him.

He pushed her into the first dark corner he saw once the noise died down. They were close to the back stairs and he secretly hoped she would ask him to take her to his bed. He wrapped his hands around her neck lightly and tilted her head up. He kissed her deeply and slow. Massaging her tongue with his. Trapping her bottom lip between his and then pulling away deliberately. Catching his breath against her lips and then diving back in for more.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Mmm," she sighed into his kiss. Gripping the back of his head.

He pressed her further against the wall and trailed one hand to her hip. Pulling her against his erection. Moaning into the kiss. Desperately wanting to move his own hips. But he stayed stationary and continued to pull her against him instead.

He moved his lips to her shoulder when he needed to catch his breath again. He kissed her skin and pushed the strap of her dress down when it got in his way.

"Jonny!" It was half warning and half ecstasy. "Baby…baby," she was breathing heavily and sounded unsure.

"Do you trust me?" he asked quietly. Freezing.

"Yes," she answered without hesitation. Her head lulled to the side to further accommodate his kisses.

"Trust me," he told her. "I won't take it too far until you ask me to. I promise you, Jessie."

"I know. I love you so much," she professed. Then she shifted her hands to his hips and began sinking to the ground.

He gripped her shoulders to stop her. "No."

She met his eyes with a confused stare. "You DON'T want a blowjob? I never thought I'd see the day," she teased.

Jonny swallowed hard and then closed his eyes for a moment. She searched his when they opened again. "I…don't think I can just stand still," he admitted honestly.

She searched for another moment more before responding. "Meet me on the third floor. I'll make sure the coast is clear," she grinned. Kissing him quickly and then heading back in the direction they had come from.

He slumped against the wall and watched her go. Painfully hard at this point. "Shit," he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Get it together, Quest."

He sprinted up to the third floor, but sat down on the top step to wait for her as patiently as he could. It was five minutes at the most, but it felt like longer to Jonny. He smiled when she appeared at the bottom of the stairs. They both stared. Then she kicked off her heels and ran to him.

He stood in time to catch her. Sweep her into his arms and onto the landing. He kissed her blindly. Walking backwards until she hit something solid. Sighing in relief when all he needed to do was take one step closer.

She was flush against him. Trapped between his body and the wall. Her head in his hands. He felt warm all over. His heart was pounding and his dick was throbbing. He released her lips and then stared at them intently as he tried to catch his breath. He saw her bite her bottom lip and felt her graze her fingertips along the back of his hands. Each action seemed more intense than the last. Designed to drive him crazy with need.

She wrapped a leg around his waist and he encouraged the move. Hiking it up higher, pressing further into her and burying his groan in her neck. Breathing in the scent of perfumed skin.

"I love you," he mumbled.

"I love you more," she held on tighter.

Jonny reached for the zipper of her dress and undid it slowly. He let go of her leg and went for the straps. Pushing them off her shoulders and letting the dress fall. It caught on her waist. He stepped back and pressed his hands into the fabric until it fell the rest of the way.

He swallowed hard when the dress hit his feet and stared down between them to watch her kick it away. Then she took control and he let her. He needed her to take the lead.

He watched in awe as she removed her underwear and bra too. As she took deep breaths and her nipples peaked. Then she gripped his lapels and kissed him again. She led him into the nearest room and he kicked the door shut behind him. He felt like he was floating until he had her pressed against another wall.

He came up for air and stared at the wall while she undressed him. First, pushing his jacket to the ground and then undoing his tie. She unbuttoned his dress shirt next. Spreading it wide and then slipping her hands beneath his undershirt to caress his abs briefly before reaching for his pants. It felt like forever to him by the time his pants were off. He had regained some of his composure. At least enough to look around and realize they were in a bathroom. Pressed between the door and the sink.

He lost some of that composure when she reached into his boxers. Her warm hand wrapped around him and it was like heaven when she pulled him out. He released a long low breath.

"Pick me up," she whispered. He did and she crossed her legs around his waist tightly. Then she wrapped her hands around his face and scratched lightly until his eyes met hers. He searched them and tried to figure out what she would do next.

He could tell that she was nervous. "You're so beautiful, baby."

She smiled. "I want to make you happy," she professed.

"You do," he grinned. "Constantly. Want me to write a list, love? I could have it to you by morning," he teased. "All the reasons why."

"That won't be necessary," she chuckled.

He watched her reach toward the sink and pump the soap dispenser a few times. Then she reached between them again and gripped him.

He closed his eyes at the sensation. She guided him close to her center and tightened her grasp. Close enough that he could feel her heat. He put a hand on her hip and closed his eyes.

"I trust you," she whispered.

He loved her for trusting him. For giving him what he needed. As much as she could. He pushed into her hand and pulled her closer at the same time. His eyes fluttered as he imagined how it would really feel.

"I know it's not the same," she told him quietly.

"Jessie," he moaned. Dropping his head to her shoulder and moving faster. "You feel perfect," he praised. He lost himself in the sensation of her. In the fantasy and the reality. It did not take long. The build-up was too much for him to handle. He came hard. Calling out her name and then unceremoniously dropping to his knees in front of her. Holding onto her hips for dear life. Like it was the only thing keeping him upright?

They had never done that before. But he already wanted to do it again. His head was still swimming as he caught his breath and she ran her hands lovingly through his hair.

Jonny pitched forward and she fisted his hair to hold him back. "You don't have to," she breathed.

"I fucking want to," he growled. Spreading her legs and kissing her passionately. The sounds she made spurred him on. The way she gripped the back of his head spurred him on. When he looked up, her other hand was holding onto the sink. Her eyes were focused on the mirror on the back of the door. She was watching him. That really spurred him on. Until she was the one weak in the knees.

XXX

"You okay?" Jonny whispered, wrapping his arms around her tighter.

"I am," she answered quietly in his ear. "You're gonna have to let me leave the bathroom though. Put my clothes back on."

"In a minute," he sighed. "I'm not ready to let go."

"A minute only. So did I quell the beast?" she teased.

"For tonight," he shot back. "Although I make no promises if you keep pressing all this beautiful nakedness against me."

"I'm gonna punch you," she giggled. "Get off me. Disengage."

"No," he grumbled. "I still have thirty seconds on the clock."

"You're so silly."

He pulled back to look her in the eyes. "You make me so happy," he told her again. "Every single day."

"Good," she beamed.

AN: In case you missed it, I did write an outtake a while back for the conversation they had earlier in this day too.