Filling up another glass of alcohol for the customer she was currently serving, Jessica's mind went to another place. She still couldn't believe that they had rebuilt the entire bar again, like nothing had happened. She figured that the CIA wanted to leave no evidence behind of Thomas Kane's work. Shaking her head, she had developed not-so-nice feelings about the agency that was supposed to be protecting the United States. She saw how they had mentally scarred Glenn, and while it was partly on his behalf as well, they were supposed to take care of their employees. They did risk their lives willingly on a daily basis, especially special operative spies. After Glenn had confessed to her about his real career, she was taken aback. Well, taken aback could be an overstatement, being that he had an impressive, healthy build. It wasn't a shocker that he was an ex- United States Marine, and the suits also gave away a bit of his secret if someone were to think hard enough. Nevertheless, he had caught her eye, and their forbidden love had finally been figured out. She will never understand how they found out about her and Glenn being together, and frankly she didn't want to understand. All she wanted was for Glenn to be with her. Now, as she felt tears well up in her eyes, he wasn't here. He was dead. Grabbing the glass, she just about threw it down in front of the customer, causing a glare to be sent her way.
Parking his truck, Glenn let out the breath he had been holding in for what seemed like hours. Checking his watch, he had made it to Georgia in good time, but he was still paranoid the CIA had spotted him and was after him. His head started spinning a little bit because he was having a difficult time trying to figure out of this place brought him happiness or grief. On one hand, he met the love of his life, Jessica. On the other hand, he knew all the hardships both had gone through in this town because of his career . He glanced at the front of the bar. It was like new, like it hadn't been blown up. It was close to 11, which meant that Jessica would be getting off of work soon. His first plan was to enter the crowded bar, claiming he was alive and that he loved her, but he felt it was too sappy and cliché. He opted to drive around to the back parking lot of the bar and wait for her there.
Once he arrived in the back, he immediately spotted her truck, her beautiful, classic truck. His mind flashed back to when she first let him drive it, it was also the first night he kissed her. Licking his lips, he wanted nothing more than to just kiss her over and over, and never let her go. Stepping out of his truck, he opened up the tailgate, and hopped up on it. His eyes would not leave the back door, because he knew she would be coming out soon.
Checking his watch again, he frowned. It's already 11:30; she should have been out by now… Clasping his hands together, he stared down at them, thinking. Why isn't she coming out? Did they change the bar hours? Suddenly, his eyes grew wide at a thought, Did she find someone else? Is she treating him like she did me? Feeling his mood start to go downhill, he wondered if he shouldn't just get up and leave. He was dead to her, was he not? He couldn't fault her for finding someone else… though he would never be able to cope with losing her and trying to find someone else to take her place. Just as he was about to scrap everything and leave, he heard the door open.
For the life of her, Jessica couldn't get rid of a drunken customer that had been pestering her. He clearly didn't realize what 'closing hours' meant. For her to get rid of him must have taken the better part of a half hour, and once he was gone, stumbling down the sidewalk, she had yet to clean up. It was nearing 11:40 when she finally shut the lights off and walked outside. She pulled her keys out and headed towards her truck when the outside light illuminated something that wasn't normally there. Glancing up, she saw a massive, jacked up fire engine red truck. Her eyes then landed on the owner of the vehicle, who was now staring at her through mismatched eyes. Shaking her head, she backed up. No, this isn't happening. He is dead. This is nothing but my mind playing tricks on me. Then, as if she wasn't already thinking she was crazy enough, his dark, gravelly voice rang out into the silent night, "Jessica…" I'm just overtired. I haven't slept well in weeks. He isn't here. Just close your eyes, count to three and nothing will be there. Shutting her eyes, she slowly counted to three, but when she opened them, she saw him slowly and tentatively walking towards her. Each of his steps were calculated and meaningful, and every time he stepped forward, she stepped back until she was pressed against the wall. When he finally reached her, she searched his eyes, looking for anything that would make her think she wasn't crazy. Reaching a hand out slowly, she touched his chest. It felt so real… Suddenly she felt his large hand grab her wrist, and she cried out in shock. His hand tightened around her wrist as he took another step forward, their bodies almost touching. She took a second to take in his features; he looks so different she mused. Glenn had developed large, dark circles under his gloomy, dull eyes, along with a permanent frown etched into his face. He had more than a days' worth of facial hair on his face, and his hair, oh god, his hair. He had grown out his hair. No longer was it his signature short, pristine military style. She could just make out the last traces of his old hairstyle by the shorter, slightly greying sides and the thicker, fluffier and curlier hair that fell across his forehead. Moving her now freed hand to his face, she placed the palm of her hand against his rough cheek. She heard him sigh and close his eyes. "Glenn… tell me this isn't a joke. Tell me you're here…"
The sound of Jessica's voice broke Glenn out of his few seconds of peace and he looked down at her. She did not look good at all. Her face was dark and she looked so tired. He wondered just how much his absence had affected her. Looking down her body, his heart broke when he saw how skinny she had gotten. Blinking away any tears that started to form, he managed to choke out, "I-I'm here."
The two locked eyes with each other; Jessica still in a state of shock while Glenn was fighting off every urge to scream, yell and punch the wall in what he had done to her. The longer they stayed still, the more Glenn's resolve was crumbling. In a split second, both Glenn and Jessica had lunged for each other, their bodies colliding awkwardly as he crushed his lips against hers. Grabbing her waist, he yanked her into his body with force, wanting to feel all of her against him. He felt her fingers dig into his biceps and he quickly slipped his tongue into her mouth. Roughly sliding his hand up her back, he threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck to his awaiting mouth. Not wasting any time, his lips descended on her neck, his teeth nipping harshly before his tongue soothed over the spot. Hearing her moan lit a fire inside him. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly. Pulling back, both of them were breathing heavily as if they had just ran a marathon. Staring at her with an intense passion, Glenn's voice was dripping with lust, "Get in my truck. Now."
Not having to be told twice, Jessica nodded and started towards his truck but stopped mid-stride, causing him to bump into her, "Glenn, what about my vehicle?" She felt his hands on her hips as he pushed her into the side of his truck, "Can you get it tomorrow?" As she was about to answer, she felt him press against her from behind, his lips attaching to her neck again. The bar didn't open until early afternoon; she could get it in the morning. Breathing out a "yes", she felt herself pulled back into his chest as he whipped open the passenger door, helping her into it. No more than a few seconds after the door closed, he was already jumping into the driver's side, starting the engine. Revving the engine a bit, he floored it out of the lot, hitting almost 70 in a 30 zone.
Stomping on the brakes with force, the truck screeched to an immediate halt as he reached Jessica's place. He went to lean over to her, but she had already moved so that she was leaning over Glenn. He felt her hand on his thigh and her lips on his. Laying a hand over hers, he moved it so that it was resting on the zipper of his pants, urging her to keep going. Growing frustrated because her hand wasn't moving, he tore his lips away from hers, starting to growl out something when it was cut short by a long, loud moan emitted from his chest. She had bit his neck, hard. Throwing his head back against the seat, he felt a rush of lust flow through him as she licked over the bite. His hand blindly searched for the door handle, and once he found it, he flung it open, grabbing Jessica before getting out. He let her walk to the door to unlock it while he locked up his truck. He turned and headed briskly towards the entrance.
Pushing himself through the door, he stopped short when he saw Jessica turning around to look at him. All at once, everything he had bottled up for the last year exploded inside of him. Blinking, his head started spinning and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Every step he took towards her, another emotion burst inside of his chest. Grabbing her shoulders, he backed her roughly up against the wall. Breathing heavily, he knew that there would be a time and place to be gentle and sweet, but this wasn't it. He wanted, needed to rid himself of these emotions plaguing him. Everything ranging from pent up sexual frustration, to hatred of the agency that caused so much grief between him and Jessica, to the mental stress he endured, and to the fact that he himself caused Jessica to fall into a depression and unstable emotional state from his faked death finally made him snap. Falling into a haze, he couldn't stop his animalistic urges and with a snarl, he had his hands gripping her waist tightly as he pulled them away from the wall and backed her down the hallway, trying his best not to crash them into anything.
Reaching her bedroom, Glenn went to push Jessica through it when KC ran out and jumped on him. Chuckling, he released Jessica and turned towards KC, taking a second to pet him. It was only a few seconds later when he heard Jessica shoo off the dog, and he was being pulled into her room. Slamming her bedroom door shut, Glenn turned and was met by her hands fisting in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. He grabbed the rest of it and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the ground. He went to go do the same to Jessica when she halted him. "Glenn…" Following her eyes, he looked down at his exposed upper body. Shit. He had forgotten how hard he had pushed his body to look the way it did. When he left Jessica a year ago, he was nowhere near as toned as he was now. He was oblivious to the burn his body went through when he worked out, and judging by the look on her face, it paid off. Leaning down, he kissed her, backing her up towards the bed while stripping her of her shirt. Looking down, he saw a glint of metal; his dog tags. Dropping her shirt to the ground, he lifted them up in his hand, and he saw that they were his real ones. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he smiled weakly and put them in his pants pocket for safekeeping. A few seconds after, he was still struggling to figure out his next plan of action due to the look on her face. All that was going through his mind was that he needed to make this right.
Reaching the bed, he pushed her down onto it, and he bent down, quickly pulling her shoes off. Standing back up, he made quick work of his belt, shoes and pants, and he crawled onto the bed, hovering over Jessica's small frame. His large hands popped open the button on her pants and he pushed them down, letting them fall off the bed. Scraping his nails back up her body, he tilted his head down and attached his lips to hers, not allowing any space between them. A small moan left his chest when she moved, her thigh brushing against his arousal. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he took in a deep breath. Looking down at her, he felt a pang of lust shoot through him, and he grabbed her bra, tearing it off of her, along with her panties, and he shoved his boxers down and positioned himself between her legs.
Resting his forehead against hers, he looked deep into her hazel eyes, getting the last silent approval before pushing himself into her. Feeling his jaw go slack, he had to still himself for a few seconds before he could continue. This… this is actually happening. Burying his head in her neck, he slowly started to move in her, and he heard her moan out his name. Turning his head, he whispered in her ear, "Please, Jessica, don't stop saying my name. Never stop saying it." Pushing himself up on his arms, his eyes locked with hers and he saw that they were glistening. Tilting his head down, he locked his lips with hers, not so much to kiss her, but just a simple connection; another way to let him know this was real.
Closing her eyes, Jessica let his name fall from her lips again, no matter how many times she said it, it never lost its meaning. She'd say it like a prayer if she had to. For months, she believed that he was dead, that he was never coming back. She thought that she'd never hear his voice again; she thought that she'd never feel his touch again. As he pushed into her, her hands instinctively grabbed onto whatever part of him she touched first, which were his shoulders. Digging her nails into them, she heard him growl from above her, and she felt his hand grip her thigh and pull it around his waist as he quickened the pace. She slid her hands down his hard, muscular back and felt every muscle twitching and flexing as he moved. Wrapping her other leg around his waist, she lifted her hips up, causing him to push himself deeper into her. Moaning as he became rougher, she knew he wouldn't be lasting much longer, and neither would she.
Feeling himself start to tense up, Glenn couldn't control any of his senses at this point. It was all too much. Supporting himself on his hands, he kissed her forehead and just barely got out, "Jessica, I'm-" before he stilled himself inside of her, a low groan working its way out of his chest. Almost collapsing on top of her, he had just enough strength to fall to his side. Looking over at her, he reached out and rested the palm of his hand on her cheek, stroking his thumb slowly across her cheekbone, "I love you, I love you so much." "I love you too, Glenn." Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her against him and just held her. Squeezing her a bit, he realized that she felt so frail. Laying her down on her back, he moved over her, eyes trailing down her body. His breath came out in shaky pants when he saw that she was skinnier than what he had first concluded.
Jessica was a little self conscious as she watched Glenn observe her body, and she became worried as she felt drops of warm liquid hit her stomach. Looking at him, she saw that he was crying as his shaky hand was gingerly stroking over her now noticeable hipbones. Pushing herself up, she tried to say something but closed her mouth as Glenn dropped his head on her abdomen, "I'm so fucking sorry, Jessica. I'll to everything make this right again." Months of not eating and not taking care of herself had blurred, and she seldom registered anything she did. Everything went by in a haze, and her thoughts only focused on Glenn. Now that he was here, she finally did realize how bad she had gotten. Pulling him up next to her, she placed a kiss on his cheek, "Glenn, it's okay. I'm here. I'm still breathing, I'm still alive." Though, there were times when she felt like she was dead. Seeing his red puffy eyes brought fresh tears to her own and she allowed him to wrap her up with him under the blankets and be held.
They remained in silence for a while, just trying to enjoy the feel of the other. Glenn was mulling over a question that he wanted to ask Jessica while she was trying to think of a way to ask him what had happened to him. He felt her shift in his arms and he looked down at her, his lips turning up into the smallest of smiles. He sensed that she wanted to say something, so he kissed her for reassurance and nodded his head, "Go ahead, you can ask me." He saw her furrow her eyebrow and he waited patiently for her to ask, "What happened?" As simple a question as that, Glenn had to take a second to recall in his head everything that happened to him, and he shifted to better face Jessica and told her everything from start to finish.
Waking up the next morning, Glenn had to shield his eyes from the sun, but it wasn't the sun that woke him up, it was the beautiful woman straddling him that woke him. He saw dried tears on her cheeks from a few hours ago when he told her what happened to him.
~After reaching the part in his story where he detonated the bombs in the building, Glenn gasped, remembering what had happened to him as he thought he was going to die. His sudden halt stirred Jessica from her quiet state, and her eyes shot to his, "Glenn? What is it?" Contemplating whether to tell her or not, he knew he had to. "After the building started to collapse, and I had started to escape, plaster fell on me, trapping me. I tried to move, when another piece fell on my head. It was then that I realized I was going to die. I tore my tags off and tossed them somewhere else, and I tried to escape, but it was too much. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. I could only scratch and claw at the wall and ground. I fell down, and I remember how cool the tiles were under my face. I closed my eyes and thought of you as I was preparing to cross over." Glancing towards Jessica, Glenn saw a few tears sliding down her cheeks. Rubbing her arm soothingly, he continued, "I don't know how long I lay there, but then I heard a voice. It was your voice, Jessica." Feeling her gaze fall on him, he nodded slightly, "I thought you had found me, and were in that building with me, physically. I didn't have the energy to look for you, but you told me to open my eyes, if it was the last thing I did, and I did. I saw a bright light, and you gave me the strength to go into that light, and I found myself, three days later, lying in a thicket a few hundred feet from the rubble. I would have died in that building if it weren't for you, Jessica. You were the angel that saved me." He noticed that she had grown quiet again, and when he turned towards her, she was sobbing. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and took her into his arms, protecting her, shielding her. She was his angel that had come to save him, and now it was his turn to save her.~
Wiping his thumbs over her cheeks, he gently brought her face down to his, and he kissed her with such purity that it almost made her cry again. Stroking his hands down her body, he made sure to pay every inch of it attention. Wherever his hands went, his eyes followed, and he still couldn't believe the shape her body was in. Shaking the bad thoughts from his head, he locked eyes with Jessica, and he smiled at her, "You are beautiful." Watching her cheeks turn red, he chuckled and kissed each of them, and he moved his lips to her ear, whispering softly, "Every second of every day that we were apart, I thought of you. Before I went to sleep, I thought of you, you plagued my dreams every night, and I woke up with a need so strong that I could barely control it. But now…" his voice dipped to a low tone as he started placing kisses down her neck, "…now I don't have to control it."
Biting down on her neck harder than usual, he wanted to leave a mark, just so everyone would know that she was his. Hearing her sharp intake of breath caused his lips to form into a smirk as he repeated the process just above her collarbone. Placing a path of open and closed mouth kisses across her chest and neck, he gently squeezed her hips before slowly sliding his hands up her body towards her breasts. Grabbing onto them, he heard a moan next to his ear and he felt her fingers thread through his hair. Shifting so he was laying flat on his back, he paid her breasts a bit more attention before stroking the tips of his fingers down her ribs and abdomen, earning a small giggle. Grinning, he did it again, his ears picking up another giggle, "Glenn stop you know I'm ticklish." His mind flashed back to the first night she stayed over at his apartment, when he had started tickling her and had her in tears until he had gotten turned on, and things took a different turn. Glancing up at her, he had a mischievous gleam in his eyes and his large hands held her down on his lap as he dug his fingers into her sides, hearing her protest above him. Continuing, he was laughing a bit himself as the sound of Jessica's laughter filled the room.
After a few minutes of tormenting her, he finally loosened his grip, and as she tried to escape, he captured her in his arms and pulled her so that her face was only a few inches from his, "Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet." Lifting his head, he placed kiss after kiss on Jessica's lips, and soon enough it turned to one of lust driven need as his tongue slipped into her mouth. As his hands started moving absentmindedly up and down her back, he felt her push herself into a sitting position, using her hands on his chest to support herself, "Hm, I like seeing you like this." Glenn watched as her eyes appreciatively observed his body under her, and at the same time, he took a few seconds to appreciate her current position, naked and on top of him. Obscene thoughts started to flash through his mind at light speed as he growled a bit, catching Jessica's attention. Seizing her hips, he pulled her right above his arousal, and looked deep into her eyes, a faint smirk playing on his features as he quirked an eyebrow, "You know how to ride, don't you?" Seeing her face turn crimson caused Glenn to chuckle and he slid her onto him, his expression turning to one of complete pleasure. His breath hitched when he felt her start to move above him, and he almost lost it right there. Breathing in through flared nostrils, he held onto her hips as he rested his head back against a pillow, shutting his eyes.
Digging her nails into his muscular chest, Jessica took a second to look down at him. He was a sight to behold; his face was flushed and glossy with sweat and his chest was heaving each time she lowered herself on him. Dragging her nails down his body, she reached his abs that seemed to twitch and respond to even her softest touch. Her motions were halted when she let out a loud moan when he thrust his hips up into her. Gripping his massive biceps to steady herself, she was met by a powerful thrust up of his hips every time she moved on him. She was unexpectedly yanked down against his chest as he husked out, "You feel so fucking good…. Don't stop." Hearing him lowly moan in her ear caused a need she never knew existed in her, and she slipped out of his death grip and sat back up, hovering over him just barely. Her actions caused his eyes to fly open from the lack of her warmth and he pushed himself up on his elbows, "Why did yo-?" Before he could finish she slammed herself down on him, eliciting an animalistic growl from deep down in his chest. She watched as he threw his head back, the veins in his neck straining from the sheer sudden brutality of it as his hands fisted in the bed sheets. Falling into a rhythm, Jessica and Glenn were both lost in each other the longer the bout went on. Glenn's hips were thrusting up instinctively every few seconds, and as time went on, he only went faster, nearing his climax. Hearing Glenn's moans becoming breathier and slightly higher in octaves, Jessica continued her own thrusting on top of Glenn until she felt her own climax overtake her, screaming out. Seconds later, Glenn's fingers dug into her hips as he let out a long, deep groan. Being pulled down against his chest again, her and Glenn struggled to catch their breath.
A while later, after both of them had calmed down, Jessica leant over Glenn and gently stroked her fingers through his damp, slightly curly hair. Pushing some of it off his forehead, her eyes met his and she smiled, "I have to get my truck at the bar." "Do you want me to drive you?" She sensed his eyes on her as she got off the bed and started to get dressed, "No thanks, KC needs his walk, since I was a bit occupied this morning." Hearing him chuckle from the bed made her turn around and she had to summon all her willpower to not get back into bed with him; he was propped up on some pillows with his hands folded behind his head as the blanket barely covered his lower body. The sun was shining through the closed blinds, angling and hitting his body in such a way that he looked angelic. Locking eyes with him, he gave her a challenging look that said, 'come get me'. An idea popped into her head as she slowly sauntered towards his side of the bed, in nothing but her bra and pants and she leant down and kissed him a bit rougher than usual. Soon enough, she felt his hands wandering towards her bra and she backed away, laughing at the defeated expression on his face, "You'll just have to wait, big guy." She went to put on a shirt when she heard him say, "I waited an entire year… and I won't be waiting anymore, for anything." Hearing the blankets shuffle around, she was busy fixing her hair when she felt Glenn come up from behind and trap her against his chest. Trying to squirm out of his grasp, Jessica laughed out in shock as she was pushed into the wall, roughly, causing a loud bang. Hearing a stampede of four paws made her laugh harder, which only confused Glenn. His hot breath hit her ear as he spoke, "You won't be laughing for teasing me, miss." She waited a few seconds until KC had begun scratching and clawing at her bedroom door, little whines making their way into the room. He finally relented; she was released from his grip and was able to open the door, which resulted in her and Glenn being bombarded by a mass of black and brown fur.
Throwing on his pants, Glenn tidied up Jessica's room a bit from their antics. Picking up pillows and an extra blanket that had fallen to the floor, he couldn't help the smile that made its way on his face. He was so happy that even if he tried to explain it in words, he couldn't. Making her bed military-style, he looked to the left at her bedside table and he picked up a framed picture of them. Slowly sitting down on her bed, he studied the image. It was a set of pictures. He observed each of the pictures, and his smile grew. A few of them were him being his serious-self, with Jessica trying to make him smile, while others were of him staring at her with love in his eyes, and the last two were of him and Jessica making goofy faces and it ended with him kissing her. Standing up, he set the frame back on the table and checked the time, quarter to nine. He figured that Jessica would walk KC for a while, get her truck and talk to her boss at the shop to request time off. It would take at least two hours. Putting his shirt on, he washed up and grabbed his keys, leaving her place. Getting in his truck, he knew of a couple stores close by that had groceries where he could get some, and get back to make a nice big breakfast before she arrived and then he would ask her the question that had been plaguing his mind for months.
Walking inside, the scent of a variety of foods wafted towards Jessica. Taking KC off his leash, he ran off to the kitchen where she was headed. As she stepped into the kitchen, she saw Glenn, with his back turned, as there was an array of plates decorated with tons of food on each of them lined up on the counter. Walking up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his midsection and leant her head on his back, "This looks so lovely, Glenn." His chest rumbled as he spoke in his gravelly voice, "All for you, my love." Moving next to him, her eyes scanned all the plates, "Do you want me to carry anything?" His head shook in refusal as she was ushered to the table, "You are forbidden to do anything other than enjoy." She smiled and took a seat as she watched the man steadily carry each plate to the table and set them down in the middle. An empty plate was placed in front of her and she looked across her as he sat down himself. She noticed that he was waiting for her to try everything first, so she took a bit of everything and tried it. She was relatively surprised when she found out how good his cooking was, "Glenn, this is amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?" She kept eating as she listened to him, "Since I was on my own after I joined the CIA, they sent me on various missions all over the world. Before I was given the mission down here in Georgia, I was in Europe for ten years. I had to blend in somehow, and I figured that if I knew how to cook and look decent, I was good." Jessica laughed; he surpassed both of those things by flying colors in her eyes. "Well, it's just delicious. I love it."
The closer they came to finishing breakfast, the antsier Glenn got. He had to ask her now, or he would chicken out. Clearing his throat, he waited until he had Jessica's undivided attention. "Jessica… You know I faked my death, right?" Staring at her, he felt a bit relieved when she didn't freak out or ask any questions, and he continued, "Well, to the CIA, I am dead. I was wiped off their files. All my earnings were dispersed except the few thousand I had on me. All my material objects were cleaned out of the apartment I was in, except for my truck and the clothes on my back. Luckily, I had a small secret cabin that I kept everything in so I stayed there and recuperated. They didn't know about the cabin, so I was safe. But… I am still paranoid, Jessica. I'm paranoid that somehow they'll be around this area because of what happened, and they'll spot me, and… and-" he looked down, the words kill me refused to leave the tip of his tongue. "Basically, I'm on the run from them, even if they think I'm dead. There are some places in which I know they are located and the agents are familiar with my face, and this place is one of them." Sighing, he still didn't hear a word from Jessica, so he quickly spoke out the last few sentences, "I can't ask much of you, after the pain I put you through, nor do I even have the right to pull you from a life you've set up for yourself, and I know this may sound silly, but Jessica, come with me. Run away with me."