Note: Do not read if you are a minor! Has underage drinking and some sexual content!
Christmas Break was fast approaching and Jane knew that, despite the studying that was threatening to swallow her whole and her underlying heartbreak in concerns with her favorite boys, she couldn't deny Reid when he asked her to plan his Christmas Bash before she went off to New York to intern for her father during the holidays. She would've scheduled it to be while she was already gone if she didn't know Reid would be absolutely helpless without her and if Reid and Tyler weren't so adamant about her attendance. The intensity of their pleas had shone in two different shades of blue that she had to acquiesce and look away for fear of giving in not only to their demands of the party but also to the demands they no longer voiced aloud (inwardly, she was thankful that they no longer did because it would be so easy to simply give in).
So here she was, two days after finals had ended, directing where the DJ booth was going to go. It was barely noon and she was still in her PJ's, having not bothered to shower and simply bringing her change of clothes in Tyler's car when they had driven over. She nodded at the placement of the speakers, knowing the layout of the house well enough to know where the expensive equipment would be put to best use while at the same time be kept out of the melee of the party. She cautioned the movers carrying a delicate glass table to put into storage. She sighed when the old boxes she had requested were brought in by the boys and gently asked they begin deconstructing them and taping them onto the floor. She went over her mental checklist before deciding now was a perfect time to escape Reid and Tyler's heated glances (both to her and to each other) by doing a beer run. Giving her excuse to the 'secretly' (here she mentally rolled her eyes, it was so obvious once you knew what to look for) amorous pair, she absconded with Tyler's keys.
Jane eyed her outfit critically in the mirror. Reid's annual Christmas party was always a strange affair since one expected it to be formal but knew it would be just another drunk high school social (except with a lot more people since a lot of returning Townies were on College break as well). She examined her nice shirt and neat skirt before sighing and changing into jeans. Sucking in to shimmy into said jeans, Reid's scent floated into her nose and Jane knew it had been a good idea to not bring her soap for her recent shower so she could smell like Reid's. She couldn't help but smile at the scent and imagined it laced with another boy's as well.
Buttoning up her pants she scowled when she realized that she had been fantasizing – again. It seemed to be all she did as of late.
She knew it was wrong to want the two, especially when they were together and especially when she had told them it wouldn't happen. That didn't prevent her from arranging her bangs almost obsessively and checking her makeup every twenty seconds. Shaking her head she tore herself from the mirror and stepped out of the room so she could oversee the party. She heard Reid's enthusiastic shout and Tyler's gentle greeting being spoken at the door and she almost flinched before steeling herself.
Jane threw back another shot with Tyler, both wearing matching silly, inebriated grins. All of her tentative, scared thoughts had been pushed away after the first twenty ounces of liquid courage. Laughing, she let Tyler pull her towards the dance floor (then again, she didn't fight very hard to stay off it). Her intoxicated mind reasoned that it was only dancing and they had done it before. Distantly, some part of her was screeching that it was before she knew, but her hazy mind responded with 'Knowledge is power and I'm going to use it.' And Jane had never been able to lie to herself when under the influence, so she just let herself go. She willingly fell into his greedy embrace, pushing aside the faint guilt and relishing in the warmth of his palms and the intimacy of being this close to him. They had forgone the usual position of dancing and were instead pressed front to front, grinding onto each other enthusiastically. Distantly, Jane was aware she'd regret this all later, so she'd enjoy it while it lasted. His hands seemed to be everywhere and one mischievously dragged across her chest. She couldn't help but gasp, throwing her head back. A chuckle came from behind her and then she was being thoroughly kissed, her neck twisted at an awkward angle that displayed her pulse point beautifully. Another pair of lips couldn't resist and began nipping at the pulsating artery.
She couldn't fight the moan that was torn from her throat. She knew who was behind her, kissing her, sharing in her and Tyler's sensual dance – there was only one person who Tyler would ever let near her like this. They had started the dance without him, but both knew it could only be complete with the arrival of Reid.
It was somewhere around four and Jane knew everyone at the party would be too drunk to care, much less remember the three's taboo actions. So she let Tyler, right there on the dance floor, with some energetic beat egging the urgency of the whole action on, untuck her blouse from her high-waisted jeans to run a hand underneath her bra. She mewled when Reid's clever hands pressed against the seam of her jeans, dragging his finger slowly upwards and tracing her zipper teasingly. She let the two lead her upstairs, the boys' eyes a clear and hypnotic blue 1. She fell into their arms and giggled at Reid's appreciative look at her polka dot bra (she knew it was bound to be his favorite after that whole episode in Tyler's laundry room a month ago). She melted and was forged between them, tempered into something unbreakable and whole. Sighing into someone's hair, she was complete.
Distantly, Jane was aware she'd regret all of this later, but it wasn't later so she'd enjoy it while it lasted.
Before sleep came over her she made her one secret Christmas wish that 'later' would never come. Listening to the boys' breathe even out, she distantly whispered in the same hazy, emotion-ridden voice as before, "I fucking love you, dumb asses."
And Jane had never been able to lie to herself when under the influence, so she just let herself go.
TBC.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Covenant or any products mentioned in this chapter or in previous chapters.
A/N: Oh, I wish the end were near. Its definitely not – I just tried to write the climax and the characters led me into a completely different direction. We may even go into the thirties for this fic. Hopefully not, but there's a pretty medium-sized chance… which means more work for me. Yay. Sarcasm.
1 What I'm trying to imply here is that, despite Jane being drunk as hell, the boys are not. They put the whole shebang in motion consciously… Well, I think we'd all agree on the sentiment that wicked boys are sexy boys.