Thunderbirds and The Tracy Boys are the creation of Gerry and Sylvia Anderson
Chapter 41
At the touch of her hand on his shoulder and the sound of her voice Scott turned immediately and looked up, giving her an eager smile. "Hi, Jen," he smiled warmly, glad that she had returned, though now he could see, despite her tender smile, a sadness in her eyes. He put his right hand to his left shoulder; covering her hand with his own and curling his fingers around hers he guided her round until she was in front of him. "You OK?" he asked with gentle concern, not wanting to think something had made her sad for it was a look he recognised all too well.
She fought back emotion at his touching concern and had to smile to herself at the irony of her patient asking her if she was all right when she should be asking after his welfare. In truth, she longed to be drawn into his quiet strength, the charismatic power that emanated from him that spelt security.
"I am now," she replied, giving him a loving smile. "I guess I'm a bit tired, that's all," she confessed, smiling weakly. "I went up to your dad's office," Jenna added and seeing a mildly puzzled look on his face, explained. "I was talking to Mike and I had asked your dad if I could use the vid-phone in his office," she continued. She had thought of adding the words, 'So I could have some privacy' but on thinking of what had just transpired it would have been a pretty useless statement.
Scott gave her fingers a gentle squeeze as he thought it must have been an emotional call, thinking that perhaps, she was homesick and just wanted to see a familiar face. He realised she must miss those she knew back home for she had been here 3 weeks now looking solely after his needs, never giving a thought to herself. "I guess you miss everybody back home," Scott said sympathetically. "That's my fault, I'm sorry Jen," he added guiltily, a mixture of emotions and 'what if's' filling his mind.
'What if' I'd been more careful in the first place, 'what if' I hadn't needed nursing, she would be at home with friends and family, 'what if' Mike had brought another nurse, then I wouldn't be falling in love right now, I would never have known her.
Her heart went out to him, drawing her sharply back into focus. "Now you stop right there, Mr Tracy," Jenna said adamantly. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for," she assured him, giving him a warm smile. "And I won't hear any more of that talk, understood," she said in a mockingly serious tone as she tried to hold back a wry smile.
"Yes ma'am," he responded, as though meekly taking orders from someone in authority, causing her to break into that wry smile at his boyish compliancy. A wry smile now played across his mouth and a glint of desire flashed in his eyes.
"Scott Tracy! What do you think you're doing?" she laughed as he pulled on her hand drawing her down onto his lap.
"You said you were tired. Just giving you a comfortable place to sit, that's all," he replied in all innocence as he continued to watch her.
"And you just thought that would be your lap, did you?" she said warily, as if suspicious of his motives.
Looking around on the pretence of finding somewhere else, Scott shrugged his right shoulder. "Don't see anywhere else, do you?" he asked, continuing his wide-eyed innocent look.
If truth be told, there was nowhere else she would rather be right now than sitting on Scott Tracy's lap, though she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. She half laughed and shook her head at his ever so subtle attempts to have her sit on his knee.
His innocent look changed to one of boyish mischievousness as a slow, devastating smile played across his lips. Still holding her hand, he drew her closer, fixing her with that intensive gaze of his.
While Jenna talked with Scott, the boys had found another source of amusement as Virgil took up a new piece of apparatus. "He's goin' for the record and the burn, guys," Alan called enthusiastically, always impressed with his brother's powerhouse attempts on this equipment. Gordon and John gathered round as Virgil, dressed in suitable black gym trunks and grey muscle t-shirt, accentuating his rather muscular frame, prepared to begin. Now that his muscles were properly warmed up due to the exercise bike and his usual routine Virgil took hold of the handlebars above his head.
This piece of equipment was designed to strengthen and develop the upper body, in particular the pectoral and deltoid muscles of the chest and shoulders and consisted of handlebars, which were pulled down against the resistance of weights, attached by a pulley system; the exerciser sitting on a padded, back rest, bench.
It was well seen that Virgil Tracy used this piece of equipment often as he had extremely well developed pecs and delts, as opposed to Scott who was a more uniform and well proportioned shape all over. Virgil needed that upper body strength to be able to handle the large and bulky transport vehicle that was Thunderbird Two, especially in difficult weather conditions when she behaved like a bucking bronco.
"Come on, Virg. You can do this," Gordon encouraged his second eldest brother as Virgil began to pull down on the bars, lifting the weights at the back.
"Yeah, come on…..one more than last time," John said, urging his brother on to achieve a personal best; the challenge being to complete as many pulls in five minutes as possible.
The minutes ticked by and the strain began to show on Virgil's muscles, now glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as they rippled against the resistance of the weights. He drew in a deep breath as he pulled downwards, exhaling with a blow as he allowed the bar to rise again; his face somewhat reddened and taut with the exertion. He was in deep concentration now as he entered the last minute, grunting out each pull as 'the burn' began to bite. The 'burn' being when you felt your muscles couldn't take any more yet you pushed yourself to the limit.
"Hey Scott, don't you want to see this?" Alan called over to his eldest brother, who was usually right along side encouraging Virgil to go the distance but for some reason seemed more preoccupied elsewhere.
"Think Scott just might have other things on his mind right now Al," John conjectured and grinned, after looking momentarily to where Jenna now sat on his lap, the two oblivious to all else but each other.
"Looks like he's heading for his own 'burn' when he starts those mouth exercises," Gordon laughed cheekily, becoming briefly distracted from Virgil's efforts as he followed John's gaze.
Turning back to Virgil the boys now urged him on as they counted down the last few seconds. He power-housed his way through the last few pulls to finish one up on the last time, his brothers congratulating him on his efforts. Wiping himself with his towel Virgil gladly downed the bottle of water that Gordon had handed him from the fridge, feeling pleased with himself for having achieved his target.
Back on board Thunderbird 7, Scott continued to fix her with his intensive gaze, his mischievous grin still playing on his lips.
"And just what do you think you're playing at now, Mr Tracy?" Jenna asked, for all the world trying not to laugh as he pulled her towards himself.
"You wouldn't deny your patient urgent treatment, would you Jen?" Scott responded, grinning with mischief intent.
"No, of course not," she said as she eyed him suspiciously, wondering what 'urgent treatment' he was in need of. "And what 'urgent treatment' is it you think you need, Mr Tracy," she added, giving him a wry smile.
"I need my nurse to kiss me," he grinned, his eyes dancing with fire at the thought, loving these little verbal games they played.
"Oh…really," Jenna replied, with a mock sarcasm, though she knew very well he was deadly serious. "And that's urgent is it?" she continued, teasing him with her smile.
"Yeah, it's urgent," Scott answered as his look changed to one of want and hunger. "Your patient is …..definitely in need….of some….serious mouth to mouth resuscitation," he added slowly, drawing her closer as his eyes flitted from hers to her soft lips and back.
She felt weak at his words, even more so at the thought of what they meant, knowing she would be lost in his burning kiss. She could see too, he was pumped and primed for a kiss from the exertion of his exercising, fine beads of perspiration having formed on his face, neck and shoulders. His chest rose and fell in quick succession as his face became taut, making his muscles flinch and nostrils flare in anticipation of his lips on hers. She guessed he was not about to be denied his 'urgent treatment'.
Jenna put the palm of her free hand to his chest, halting her steady progress towards him. "Eh…I hope you're thinking of taking a shower first, Mister," she suggested teasingly as she wrinkled her nose.
His eyes flashed and his nostrils flared at the fact she was not about to give in so easily, exciting him as he continued to fix her with a steady gaze. "What's wrong, Jen. Don't you like the natural scent of a man after he's been exercising?" he asked. "And anyway…..you wouldn't make me wait that long…..would you?" he said, his voice heavy with want of her.
"I have no problem with manly scent," Jenna replied casually. "Just as long as it stays on the man and not on me," she added with a wry smile. "Besides, I don't mind waiting. I'm not the one who's desperate," she jibed as she held his gaze and bit her lip to try and hold back her broadening smile at the thought of him not being able to wait for his kiss.
Scott's eyes narrowed and his muscles flinched at her playful suggestion that he was desperate; his eyes flashing fire of excitement that she was going to make him fight for his kiss. As he pulled on her hand she appeared to give in, causing him to feel pleased with himself that she must be unable to resist him.
"All right, all right," Jenna laughed, "I'll give you your kiss." "But you'll have to let go of my hand first," she smiled wryly, making him that little bit suspicious that she was only agreeing so she get up and go. She put his mind at ease. "I promise…..you'll get your kiss," she said, smiling and shaking her head at his determination.
Scott let go of her hand, waiting in eager anticipation for the promised delight. He was rewarded instead with a face full of towel, Jenna grabbing the ends of his towel and playfully rubbing his face as though she were cleaning the face of a messy little boy. "Hey," came muffled laughter from within the confines of the towel before he managed to get his right hand up to free himself, wrinkling his nose as he emerged from behind it.
"There….I guess that will have to do," she mused with a smile, his sexy action of wrinkling his nose making her feel all tingly inside.
"Now, do I get my kiss?" he asked with a wry grin, as though he had just endured some torturous punishment in order to achieve his prize. Jenna smiled as she bent towards him and pursing her lips, stabbed a quick kiss at his mouth before pulling back. "And just what do you call that, Nurse Rollins?" Scott asked, pulling his face into a frown, his voice thick with mock sarcasm.
"That's your kiss…Mr..Tracy," she responded with a grin, "until you get your shower."
"Well, that just isn't good enough, Nurse Rollins," he replied seductively, implying that he wanted more, much more. He slipped his arm round her waist and positioning his hand on the middle of her back, jerked her forward to himself.
Jenna put her hands on his chest to stop herself going any further, both now gazing at each other as the intensive battle of wills continued. She lent forward again, stabbing another kiss at his mouth, teasingly drawing away from him before his kiss had time to take hold. His eyes flashed dangerously with the fire of excitement at the games they were playing with each other and the kiss she kept denying him, making him feel aroused with the adrenalin that coursed through his body. He would make her pay for her teasing ways.
"If you won't give me what I want…..looks like I'll have to take it," Scott told her, continuing his intensive gaze while a playful grin creased his lips.
"Oh really," Jenna said in mock defiance as if totally unimpressed with his threat. "And just how do you intend to do that?" she challenged him, knowing very well she was playing with fire.
He immediately rose to the challenge by taking hold of her left hand in his right, locking his fingers through hers. In one move he had twisted her arm around her back and holding her now, completely at his mercy, he pulled her forward.
"You're not playing…fair..Mr…Tracy," she said with a wry smile, feeling her resolve leave her at the imminence of his kiss.
"Who said…I had to…play fair," he responded, feeling his heart pounding in his chest as his arousal intensified.
She put up a token show of resistance by pushing against his chest with her free hand but he pulled her steadily forward until she was hard up against him, their noses and foreheads touching, while gazing deep into each other's eyes. "Shower," she said determinedly, although by now, she knew it was a lost cause.
"Later," Scott responded with equal determination, not about to be robbed again of what he felt was rightfully his. He stabbed a kiss at her, taking her in a circle of his mouth before pulling away, teasing and tantalizing, letting her know what it felt like. He stabbed another and another, turning his face this way and that as though undecided about which angle was best, making her want him, fuelling her fire as well as his own. Finally locking onto her mouth he took her into an adrenalin-charged, passion-driven kiss that had went beyond the slow, caressing circles stage into the hunger of wanting her.
Jenna gladly followed his lead moving her hand on his chest from one of resistance to one of embrace, where she slid her hand up his neck and unto his face. As the kiss went deeper her hand moved to the back of his head, gripping him tightly and pulling him to her, as though telling him she couldn't get enough of what he had to offer. Knowing now she would offer no more resistance Scott released her hand and arm that he had pinned behind her back, sliding his own hand up her back until it came to rest on the back of her head. She immediately encircled his neck with her freed arm and with his arm supporting her back, drew her in tight to himself as they settled into a very long and deeply intense kiss, oblivious to everyone around them.
It was the kind of kiss that was very hard to ignore and had they been more aware they would have noticed that all other noise and activity in the gym had stopped.
"Aaww, come on you guys," Gordon groaned, making a pretence of complaining. "Cut that out. It's hot enough in here without you two makin' it worse," he added, joined in agreement by his brothers. Being energy charged themselves from their own workouts the sight of Scott and Jenna in a full-blown, blood-pumpin' passionate kiss was almost too much to bear.
Virgil, while agreeing with his brother, had to smile inwardly to himself, as he thought of his earlier encounter with her and knew that she needed to find solace in his eldest brother's embrace. He couldn't help but think, though, that when these two actually got together, and he had no reason to doubt they wouldn't, that he might not get that much sleep, given that his rooms were right next door to Scott's. Maybe he should think about asking Brains to do an upgrade on the soundproofing between the rooms, as when the villa was first constructed he doubted whether or not his father had ever taken such activity into account.
Alan also couldn't help noticing the intensity and technique with which his eldest brother kissed her and wondered if, whether or not, perhaps, he should kiss Tin-Tin like that and would she appreciate it. Virgil observed his youngest brother's interest and guessed what he must be thinking. In fact, such was his brother's interest, he thought Alan was about to produce a notepad and pen and start taking notes, much to Virgil's amusement.
"Well, I guess there's only one thing for it," Gordon grinned when the two lovers paid no heed to his pleas. With a nod to his brothers they all removed their towels from around their necks, rolled them up and on a given signal chucked them at the kissing couple; the towels catching Scott on the back of the head before falling to the floor.
Did it have the desired effect? Not from what anyone could see. In fact, it only served to make Jenna take the edge of Scott's towel and pull it over their heads, like a little tent, a private sanctuary away from prying eyes, where the boys presumed the kiss continued. When all that could be heard coming from 'the tent' was moans and groans the boys decided they had had enough.
Gordon grinned a suspiciously wicked and mischievous grin and after a few hurried whispers they all looked across the gym to the room beyond.
"Hey fellas, you wouldn't go that far, would ya?" John said, wincing at the thought, thinking that, perhaps, it might not be just a step too far.
"Sure would," Alan replied without hesitation. "You in or out?" he queried, with an equally mischievous grin.
"Yeah, come on, John….you too Virg," urged Gordon, grinning with mischievous intent. "You know us. One for all and all for one…and all that," he added, pointing his finger and arm upwards as though brandishing a sword, thinking themselves to be like 'The Musketeers'.
Virgil and John looked dubiously at each other, then across the gym but before they knew it their young prankster brothers were already making their way towards Thunderbird 7.
And just what was it that lay on the other side of the gym?
