The month of July was the busiest Kim's been in a long time. The pilot was seen by the network executives and additional six episodes were ordered. Jack was ecstatic and very busy. Kim showed up several time as well to shoot her scenes, which were far fewer than Jack's. He was on the set a lot and Kim was visiting every now and then, but she had her own schedule to keep. She made regular doctor visits to make sure everything was fine and was slowly increasing the physical activity levels.
The demo tape of the Black Moon was shopped around, but there were no takers yet. Kim was not disappointed exactly. Now that she had an acting job, she wanted to focus on that, but the pipe dream of being a singer was still very much alive and she felt sorry for Caitlyn, who was looking forward to hearing her song on airwaves.
Because of Jack's filming schedule they were apart a lot. She could tell that Jack was missing her, them together, quite a lot. She missed him too. If she thought him keeping things PG was frustrating, him not being with her at all was even more frustrating. But there were some good things to come from their separation: she could tell that Jack was getting more and more comfortable with their old levels of intimacy.
Bobby had embraced the role of the honorary father whole-heartedly and she could always rely on him to take her to LA if needed. She also got to see Ricky concert and she was impressed anew by his popularity and skills as an entertainer. Ricky was interacting with his fans, answering questions he got earlier on his Twitter account and one of the fans wanted to know if Ricky still saw her and Jack regularly. Ricky was all too eager to point out that she was in the audience and brought her onstage. The crowd cheered her and she was surprised: she have expected to be booed, but the fans were amazing and she was overwhelmed by the energy and excitement.
WeaverWorld dot com:
Here are pictures from the latest concert. RW brought his friend onstage. We already knew that Kim Crawford recovered from her injuries, but it is nice to see her doing so well. She was there last night to support her friend.
rw4ever: I heard that RW will be on that new show too.
weavermagic: where did you hear that?
rw4ever: just some chatter. If I were that show's producer, I'd ask RW to come. boost in ratings and whatnot...
caitweaver: it would be great. although I think I'd watch it anyway. mb they can get him to sing a theme song or smth...
HollywoodLife:
Rumor has it that the pilot of the show with Jack Brewer - working title Bridge Crossing - in lead has screened well with producers and the test audience. We don't know if it was picked up for the whole season, but we hope to see more of this young star on screen. His real life girlfriend, Kim Crawford, has been confirmed as one of the actors on the show as well. Here are some pictures from the set. We expect to see these young actors at the Teen Choice Awards, where Jack was nominated in the Favorite Male Buttkicker category.
jbgirl: yes, the show will be awesome. I can't wait!
bbelt: yeah, I saw on the Kickforthewin that Kim was on the set too. although she is not his love interest.
jbgirl: it's probably better that way.
It was August already and Jack was finally done with the shooting for now. They had to wait and see whether the show would do well in ratings before any more filming would be done. Before they could relax though, Teen Choice Awards were approaching fast and both Jack and Bobby were attending. She, of course, was coming with Jack. Kim was glad that her first red carpet would be a more casual affair. She could not imagine that kind of pressure it would be to come to a more serious event. She did not have a stylist, but Bobby was wiling to pay for any gown she wanted and she was grateful to have an unlimited budget. Never too girly, she nonetheless knew the power of great dress and first impressions. In the end, she went with a more youthful look of a glamorous version of cropped top and high-waist dressy shorts. Coupled with high heels, it was fancy enough for the awards, but also true to her more athletic sensibilities.
Kim did not know what to expect of the awards, but the red carpet was exhausting with flashes going off and people shouting at her to turn this way and that. She, Jack and Bobby made a bit of a commotion on the carpet and every photographer wanted the picture of the two of them or her and Bobby. It became even more chaotic, when Ricky stepped on the carpet and the four of them converged. At some point Kim was sure she would be blind from all the camera flashes. By the time they got inside she was so tired and her head hurt a little. Apparently too much of bright lights was enough for her still sensitive eyes. They were seated next to Bobby and he was enjoying himself tremendously.
Everything afterwards was kind of a blur. Categories announced, presenters making jokes, winners getting doused in slime. It was fun and Kim laughed so hard, when Ricky got his share of slime.
Then it was the Male Buttkicker category and Bobby was magnificent. His brand of over the top diction and imperious delivery was unintentionally (or maybe intentionally) funny and when he announced Jack's name the camera panned on Jack and Kim and she had another moment of dissonance like the last time she saw herself on giant screen. They looked good, she would admit. Jack had a sheepish smile and she turned to him and squeezed his hand.
Bobby paused to open the envelope and then dramatically said, "And the winner is Jack Brewer."
There was a thunderous applause and Jack turned to her with disbelieving eyes. Kim smiled broadly, "Congrats, babe. You deserve it."
He picked their joined hands an kissed her fingers. At that point there was a collective "Aww" in the audience and Bobby exclaimed, "Come here, son!" which caused even more "awws" and applause.
They were back at the hotel and Jeremy wisely left her alone earlier in the evening. Jack was relaxed, smiling, and could not keep his hands off of her. He kept smoothing his hands over her exposed legs and the small of her back. She smiled to herself: that fire that was always between them flared again and she hoped that tonight he wouldn't stop himself. They danced a little while she sang and Jack was pulling her close. They stumbled a little and knocked one of the half full glasses of soda. Jack mumbled 'sorry' looking around for something to mop it with.
She took his hand, pulling it away from the counter, tugging him along behind her. He went with a backwards glance - what a mess - and then Kim was backing him into a wall in the living room, pulling him close. Their hips were touching, their chests, they were kissing before he understood fully what was going on. He was already eager and had a moment of hesitation, but Kim didn't stop kissing him even when she jumped a little to wrap her legs around his waist, and he groaned.
He' was always a little surprised that holding her weight was so easy. Kim was always so full of life, energy, attitude, that he forgot sometimes that she was smaller, shorter and light. His hips moved of their own accord, pushing against her, seeking out friction and pressure, the warmth of her body. He curled around her, face pressed to her neck. She bit his earlobe, tongue flicking against it.
"Got me?" she asked in his ear, and he nodded into her skin, feeling her pulse against his lips. "Bedroom?"
He leaned back, wondering if she meant what he thought she meant, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, shifting so that he was actually holding all her weight. It's not difficult to carry her, not at all, with his arms around her and her thighs flexing against his hips. When they reached the bedroom he sat down with her in his lap and fell backwards, arms full of giggling Kim. He joined her, but his laughter was short-lived, cut off by a groan as she rolled her body against his.
For a while they just kiss. They have been apart from each other and he missed kissing her like this. Deep, wet kisses, straying to the corners of his mouth, to his cheek, her beautiful throat, the dip between her clavicles just visible above her clothes. He shivered when her hand comes up to brush his hair away, and she was easing back and tugging on his t-shirt until he sat with her in his lap again.
She put her hands on his guiding his hands to the hem of the top. He tugged it up and off. She was wearing a tight yellow bra underneath that matched the yellow of her outfit. It was lacy and her nipples were visible and Jack hasn't been more turned on in his life. She pulled the bra off and he just looked at her, the slight ridge of her ribcage, her breasts, her face.
He rested a palm on her waist, bare warm skin, sliding it up past her breasts to her throat, his other pressed over her heart. He wanted to take it slow. They haven't been together like this in a while and she was hurt before and he just wanted to remember it all again, when there were no dangers or urgency. She leaned back a little, looking at him thoughtfully, and, as if reading his mind, she slowed her movements and let him have this moment.
"You have no idea how much I missed you all this time. You, your voice, your body, your everything... Every time you are away I am afraid you won't be back with me..." he said it all without thinking, spreading his other hand wide, thumb stroking the side of her breast. Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth, nipple taut and firm when the edge of his thumb brushed it by accident. She exhaled a soft whine, leaning into it.
It felt amazing to be close to her like this, but it was not enough and he bent forward to press his mouth to her skin, and she shuddered in his arms and turned so that her nipple was pressed to his lips.
"Oh, oh, please" Kim whispered and Jack was hungry for more of these noises.
He took the taut little peak in his mouth and sucked it gently at first and then harder finishing with a little bite. He was rewarded with more of whimpering sounds as she jerked sharply and then pushed him away and began tugging at his shirt, bunching it around his arms. He let go long enough to pull it over his head, and she smoothed her palms over his chest, curling her fingernails against his chest and he felt so good -
Then she kissed the faint red marks and started sliding out of his lap, working her way down, and he should probably be participating but her warm, damp tongue is slicking the the creases of his abs, and he couldn't think much beyond Oh, wow.
She already worked the belt and zipper opened and just tugged at the waistband and tapped the side of his thigh to make him shift his hips. When he lifted, she pulled it all down and off in one swift movement, and he was naked. In bed, with Kim, and no one around to stop them.
"Oh God!" he heard himself say, when she sucked the head of his dick into her mouth. "Oh, my god, Kim - "
She looked up at him, mouth working against his skin, hot and tight and shifting against him, sparks flaring along his nerves. She was so beautiful and he had no idea what to do with this except try to breathe and try not to come.
She leaned back, and the cold air after her mouth is a shock. Before she could back to that amazing blow job, he pulled her up and twisted them around so that she was underneath him. Her hands moved over him, leaving tiny spots of awareness buzzing behind. He leaned over her kissing her hard with aggression and passion. She moaned around his tongue and it was so hot. He trailed deep biting kisses all over her neck and chest, going lower and lower until be reached the waistband of her shorts. He took them off to find positively indecent yellow lacy thongs and he kissed her right over the lacy front. Kim mewled again and it was that familiar sound that made him harder than before. He pulled the panties down and dropped them somewhere behind him.
"Don't move," he ordered, and kissed her thigh, and then dove for her, sweeping his tongue and flicking it at the clit. She gasped and clung to the bed, trying not to move too much and unable to stay still. Jack dropped his one hand over her hips keeping them pinned down to the bed and took his time with her. "So delicious. I missed this the most. I am the only who gets the to see you like this. You're always beautiful, but your are a gorgeous when you are like this. For me, for my eyes only..." Jack whispered hotly against her and the vibrations, as well as heated words, were bringing her closer to climax.
"Please," she groaned, stomach flexing with the effort of keeping still. "Please, Jack, please - "
Jack sucked at her clit again and gently moved two fingers in her, curling them and flicking his tongue again. She bucked harder and dug her fingers into his hair, keeping him right there, "oh, oh, right there, yeeeesssss, oh..." He was so turned on be practically growled into her and she jerked and the fluttering inside her grew stronger, until she clamped down on his fingers like a silk vise.
His whole body was buzzing with awareness, every nerve on end, but his eyes were on her face, the way her eyelashes swept her cheek, the way her mouth fell open when he curled his fingers. She made soft pleased noises, sensual little moans that could be his favorite ring tone if he could get away with it.
Eventually she pushed at his wrist and he drew away carefully, his hand sticky. She stretched up and toward the bedside table, the movement bringing her chest up and he tried to catch her one breast in his mouth again... but then he saw what she had in her hand. Oh...
Kim looked at him with dark eyes, pupils still blown back from her recent orgasm, and she whispered, "I love you, Jack. I want this with you. Do you?"
Jack could only nod in response, the power of speech stolen from him at the moment. She opened the little packet, and she pressed it lightly to the crown of his cock and rolled it down, fingers sweeping over hot, sensitive skin. She wrapped a hand around his shaft to be sure it's settled, and the anticipation of what was about to come made this moment erotic, not awkward.
She settled down on the bed and when he dropped back on elbows to kiss her, she pulled him on top of her, his erection heavy and hot trapped between their bodies.
Her hand was between them, guiding him, and oh, the warm clutch of her body around him. He had to stop moving because it was blinding, this feeling.
Then she lifted her hips a little, back arching, breasts pushing up and he bucked without meaning to, body colliding with hers. He felt it then, that thin barrier that he broke through and even if didn't know what it was, Kim's reactions were very telling. She froze, eyes huge and mouth slightly opened in a pained exhale.
"Sorry, sorry I - " he gasped, and she just closed her eyes and breathed through her nose several times. She was so tight, so hot, the sensation almost threatening to overwhelm him. He needed a distraction, so he focused on her hair, so golden in the muted light of the nightlight, her lashes, so dark and long like thousand of arrows, her lips, trembling and pink. He kissed her then, not in passion, but in reverence for what she was giving him, what it meant for them, what it truly was - a declaration of love and of intent to be with him.
"I love you, I love you, I love you..." He mumbled as he kissed her face when she finally unfroze and looked at him, he whispered, "I am sorry..."
"Don't be sorry," she said pulling his lips down to hers, "Do it again."
His hips thrust desperately - a hot slide in, a tight pull out - and she moaned. Every move lit up his body, made him aware of her fingernails digging into his shoulders and her heels pressing on his thighs. She moved with him in a slow rhythm and he followed it, natural, easier than he'd thought this could possibly be. He had to kiss her, could not possibly not kiss her as he rocked into her - beautiful, competent, fearless Kim. All his. Miraculously, his. There was nobody he'd rather fight alongside, nobody he'd rather share this with, nobody he'd rather learn this new art of loving with.
Her hand creeped between their bodies again and he pushed it aside, fingers sliding down to stroke her, propping himself on one elbow so he could touch her and fuck her and kiss her. Just as he felt that fluttering again and he knew she was close, his orgasm took him by surprise. He's been sliding along the edge of it for so long. His head dropped to her neck and he bit it in an effort to keep the noises down. He shuddered against her body, coming so hard he couldn't breathe, couldn't hear anything behind the roar of blood in his ears. And just when he thought it was over, Kim's walls clamped on him and he nearly chocked on a surprise moan, because it was unbelievably good and almost painful feeling.
He was aware he was heavy on top of her, and when he could move he rolled to the side, clumsy and dazed in the afterglow. The rubber started to slip off and he tugged at it, then tried to figure out what to do with it before finding a trash can on the other side of the bed. When he turned, Kim was smiling at him.
He took her in: messy hair, flushed skin, definite bite marks, slightly glassy look to her eyes. and slightly pink marks on her thighs. He stood up, catching himself when his knees almost buckled under him and went to the bathroom to grab a towel. He came back and cleaned her up, feeling kind of proud to be taking care of her now.
"Definitely a gold star," she murmured, while he wiped himself off and crawled back to bed. He pulled her against him and nosed into her hair, and she went to him stiffily, fitting her body against his. They were both slick with sweat and a little sticky.
"Thank you," he said. "I... I love you."
"You're welcome and I love you too," she answered, hardly more than a sigh. "Sleep now, kay?"
"Okay," he agreed, because that did sound tempting, and for the first time since Kim woke up from the coma, he felt content with the world. He felt like he never wanted to move again.
