A/N: This chapter is for TitansRule who suggested I do a second part to Road Trip with Don getting his revenge on Jess for the car ride. So here it is. Enjoy!

We're Even

Jess unlocked the door to the Angell's vacation home on Cape Cod. "I can't believe you flirted your way out of a ticket," Don stated coming up behind her with their bags.

"Are you really?" Jess grinned opening the door and letting them both in, "I would think you were used to my flirtatious side."

"I am," Don replied following her into the living room. "I just didn't realize that side came out in the real world."

Jess stopped mid step and spun to face Don. "Why, Donald, are you jealous that I flirted with the nice officer?" she mocked.

Don made a face….it was silly to be jealous, he knew. There was no reason to be, but he couldn't help it: he didn't like her flirting with the cop that pulled them over. When he didn't answer her, Jess went on, "Well, I could have told him the truth: Officer I know I should be wearing my seat belt, but see I was giving my boyfriend a blow job and I couldn't reach his penis with it on," Jess said sarcastically; like she would ever actually say that to a complete stranger.

"Okay, never mind. Flirt all you want," Don said shaking his head as he turned blood red.

"Donnie, you are such prude," Jess giggled taking a seat on the couch.

"And you are hyper," Don replied.

"It's all the fresh air," Jess stated.

Don sat down on the couch next to her. "What fresh air? We've gone from the car to inside the house?" he sniggered and leaned over her lightly sweeping his lips across hers.

Jess shrugged and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're not really jealous are you? Cause I didn't even have my A-game on…I think he let us go out of professional courtesy," Jess said going back to that topic.

"That wasn't your A-game?" Don eyed her.

"I'm a very good flirt," Jess replied.

Don rolled his eyes. "Nah, I'm not jealous," Don leered and he wasn't anymore…it had passed, "but the fact we don't have a ticket has nothing to do with professionalism and everything to do with the way you smiled at him, the way you bated those brown eyes at him, and the way you curled your hair around your finger."

His fingers wandered down her body reaching her sides. "Donnie, don't even…." Jess started to warn, knowing from that mischievous grin that appeared on his face what he was about to do, but before she finished her warning his fingers dug into sides. "Donnie," Jess cried out between fits of laugher from his tickle attack.

"What is it you always say to me?" Don asked stopping for a moment to give her a chance to catch her breath, "Oh yeah….payback is a bitch." And he started to tickle her again.

"Okay…okay, we're even," Jess squealed trying in vain to wiggle out of his grasp, but he had her pinned.

"Not even close," Don started stopping his attack and moving to allow her to get up.

Jess bit her lip as she sat up…she knew she was going to pay for the car ride; that secretly turned her on. Jess straightened her top and stood up, "You don't scare me," Jess exclaimed.

"We'll see," Don teased.

"Anyhow," Jess said. "I want to change and I promised my dad I'd let him know we made it up okay. So make yourself at home."

Don nodded as she walked off towards the bedroom with her overnight beg. "Change into the yellow bikini," he yelled after her. He heard the door close and decided he wanted to freshen up too. So he stood up grabbed his bag and was heading towards the bathroom when the pictures around the house caught his eye.

He picked up the metal frame and smiled; the photograph was obviously taken down on the beach they just drove past to get here. A tall dark haired women sat on a blanket smiling brightly at the camera - the smile he saw every morning when he woke up with Jess - four boys starting at age ten Don estimated down to three sat around her; in the woman's arms was an infant sleeping soundly. Don placed the picture back on the table and picked up the one next to it. A smile spread across his face as he gazed into the eyes of a five-year-old Jess. The same woman stood behind her with her arms tightly wrapped around Jess. Jess was wearing rubber boots up to her knees, a fishing rod in her hand and a bucket in the other, and a smile that lit up her whole face. Don put it back and picked up the last photograph that rested there. Four boys again older than the first picture and Jess, who was probably nine. They were standing on the rocks, the waves as the backdrop. No smiles, only sadness in their eyes.

"That was taken the first weekend we came up without her," Jess said coming up behind him and making him jump. "It was taken out on the rocks by the beach. But this one," she nodded her head towards the fishing picture he had just put back, "is my favorite. I remember that day vividly. Dad took the boys fishing, but I wasn't allowed to go: it was just for the boys. I was crushed. So my mom took me. Trust me; she wasn't the type to go fishing. But we caught the biggest fish."

Don was speechless as he turned to face her. "This place brings a lot of memories for you, doesn't it?" Don asked still trying to find the best thing to say.

"Yeah," Jess smiled. "Good and bad. I love it here. It's my favorite place in the world. So go get changed so we could go down to the beach. Faster we get down faster we get back and you can make me pay."

And just like that serious moment was over and he knew he was safe to joke with her again, "What happened to the yellow bikini?"

"I told you, it's too cold out," Jess stated and unzipped the hoody she was wearing down past her chest revealing that very bikini underneath.

"Ahhhh…" Don moaned.

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Jess and Don walked down the beach hand in hand. The bikini once again covered by her hoody and a pair of jeans. They made their way to the end of the beach just as the sun started to set leaving the sky in nothing but purples and pinks. Jess leaned into Don. "Let's sit here and watch the sun set," she suggested flashing him the same smile that was captured in the fishing photo of her.

"We didn't bring a blanket," Don pointed out.

"It's sand," Jess said. "It's not going to hurt you, detective."

An impish grin slipped across his face. "Okay smart-ass," Don said sitting on the warm soft sand and reaching for Jess's hands pulling her down onto her knees in front of him. Jess sweetly flipped herself around so she could see the water and the sun reflecting in it and scooted back into his arms. They sat there quietly enjoying the beauty and the serenity of the scene unfolding in front of them. "It's beautiful here," Don whispered into her ear.

"Told ya," Jess replied. "My favorite place on earth. Second favorite place is in your arms."

Don wrapped his arms tighter around her waist and moved his lips down to the crook of her neck placing kiss there. "Don, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Nothing," Don whispered in his cocky voice. He kissed her neck again then gently began to suck her soft, delicate skin.

"Donnie," she said in a warning tone. Once they started these actions, they rarely could bring themselves to stop. And while she thoroughly enjoyed their actions, they were outside on a public beach. She knew it was the off-season and not many people around but the Stewarts lived here all year round. Nice eighty-year-old couple who she'd known her since she was in her teens.

"What's the matter?" Don whispered. "Never had sex on the beach before?"

"Can't say I have," Jess smiled feeling Don's fingers rub along her shoulders and start to massage her neck, shoulders, and moved down her lower back. "I think we should head back now," Jess said.

"Un-uh," Don lowered his voice in her ear. "We're going to stay right here."

Don pulled back from her and moved forward so he was now in front of her. "Told ya, payback is a bitch," he smirked at her.

"No way," Jess stated. "I flirted our way out of a ticket today. I personally do not want to flirt our way out of an indecent exposure charge."

Don ignored her and locked his lips onto hers, entangling his hands into her hair, tugging her closer to him. Jess allowed his tongue access to her mouth, permitting him to roam over every inch. Don positioned himself on his knees and slowly lowered himself towards her forcing Jess to sink backwards onto the warm sand. "Mmm," Jess moaned against his lip., "Public beach…indecent exposure," she reminded him.

"Funny," Don said pulling back from her. "You weren't too worried when I warned you about dying in a fiery car crash."

"Well, that was different," Jess said.

"How?" Don questioned.

"I was torturing you," Jess giggled.

"Well, you know what they say," Don sniggered and flashed an evil grin…Jess knew she was in trouble.

"No," Jess replied. "What do they say? Detective?"

"Eye for an eye," Don exclaimed.

"I don't think that really applies here," Jess said.

"Okay," Don agreed; then, leaned into her and whispered into her ear, "How 'bout 'oral for oral.'"

Chills flew through her body. "Once we get back to the house, you can do anything you want to me," Jess said keeping a straight face.

Don shook his head no, they were not going anywhere. "I'm going to have my way with you, Detective…right here," Don said confidently. Jess opened her mouth to respond but was silenced by his mouth being pressed against hers. His hands flew down her shoulders; finding his way to the zipper of her sweater, he dragged the zipper down to the end of the metal track pulling it apart. Don danced his fingers against her bare torso and continued dancing his way up her body to meet the yellow material of her bikini top. Don engulfed a breast in each hand and gently began to roll each one around in his hands. Earning him an involuntary sound of pleasure from Jess's mouth.

Don beamed, knowing he had won and there would be no more protests…not that her words were ever real objections. He wouldn't have pushed it if for one second he thought Jess was serious. He retracted himself from her, removing all contact. Don climbed onto his knees; wrapping his hands around her feet, he jerked her closer to him. Don looked up to gaze into her eyes.

Jess looked beautiful laying there with sand mixed in with her hair, her lips swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed from the his touches. Don moved forward flicking the button of her jeans out of the button hole and lowering the zipper. He settled his palm on the sides of her jeans and began to rub his palm against her, but due to his position he couldn't access her like he wanted. "Lift," Don instructed poking his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. Jess did as she was told rising her lower body allowing Don to bring her jeans down her legs and slip them completely off followed directly by the bikini bottom. Don placed his hands on her knees and spread Jess's legs apart gaining full view of her womanhood.

"Don't just sit there gawking," Jess ordered. "Weren't you trying to settle a score?"

Instead of getting into a battle of wits, Don decided he would just show her how he was going to as she put it 'settle the score.' Don aligned his face with her core, starting at her calf, he breezed his tongue up her leg, up her inner thigh until his lips were only millimeters from hers. Slowly he skated his fingers up her other thigh. Using the tips of his index and middle fingers, he began to rub her clitoris softly in a circular motion. Knowing what Jess liked, Don slowly began to increase his speed. "Oh, yeah," Jess confirmed that she was enjoying his movements. Don slowed his pace, moved away from her clitoris, and proceeded to insert those very same fingers inside her vagina staring to thrust in and out at a rhythmic pace. Jess arched her hips feeling the bubble of ecstasy start to form in her stomach. Don stopped the motions he was making in order to bring his other hand into action. Using his fingers on his right hand, he went back to rubbing her hot spot in a circular motion. At the exact same time, Don glided his index and middle fingers on his left hand in and out of her repeatedly.

Jess felt the ecstasy expand and flow down her body; she was close, but not quite there yet. "Don't stop," Jess instructed gripping the sand with her hands as the pleasure that Don was creating continued to build inside of her.

"What happened to worrying about being arrested for indecent exposure?" Don asked sensing a déjà vu moment, only the roles were reversed.

Jess rolled her eyes. "Shut-up," she said with amusement in her tone.

A devilish expression stretched across his entire face. "Oh, boy, am I in trouble," Jess stated knowing that look well. Don withdrew his fingers from their current location. "Yes, you are," Don replied with a husky tone. He allowed his hands to stray away from her delicate area and move back giving him space so he was able to stand up. Once on his feet, Don bent down. Gripping Jess's wrists, he pulled her onto her feet too. Jess understood that he stood her up for better access. Jess moved further back into the little alcove that they were by. Letting her back press against the rocky cliff, she opened her legs for him. "I'm waiting," Jess teased putting her hands on her hips.

Don kneeled down in front of her. "Patience is a virtue," Don smirked at her. With one swift movement, he connected with her femininity. He flattened out his tongue and, using just the tip, he began to lick her like an ice cream cone; then, he switched movements slowly beginning to French kiss Jess's slit and used his finger to rub it at the same time.

"Ahhhhhh," Jess groaned in pleasure her head falling back in delight.

Don grinned inwardly loving pleasuring his girl. He started to slowly suck her nerves; he kept going, going, and going. Don explored her entire area with his tongue then he moved back to the bulb of nerves applying greater pressure and picking up pace. His tongue slipped into the opening and began to trust in and out of her. "Oh, yes! Yes!" Jess yelled lifting her hand to rest on top of Don's head; her fingers laced around his hair and she pushed down, asking for more. Don's tongue moved back to the bud again licking around it before starting to suck again. As his tongue worked its magic, he placed his palm on her inner thigh and skidded it up until he reached his destination. Don's index finger caressed her labia then tip-toed the tip of his finger over letting it penetrate her vagina propelling repeatedly into Jess. "Oh! Christ!" Jess yelled feeling her peak raise and raise. "So close!"

Don knew how close she was; still sucking, he added his middle finger to her hole and plunged deeper inside of Jess. His motions continued: kept going until Jess felt the bubble of ecstasy inside her burst as she reached her climax.

"Holy fuck," Jess said as came down from her high.

"You're welcome," Don smirked standing up and wrapping his arms around her.

"Be a gentleman and pass me my pants," Jess retorted.

Don chuckled letting her go and going to retrieve her bikini bottoms and jeans. Grabbing them from the beach, he turned and tossed them at her. Jess quickly redressed.

"Jessica," She heard her name being called just as she finished buttoning her jeans. Jess turned and saw Mr. and Mrs. Stewart walking towards them.

Don didn't miss the glare he got from Jess and he knew what she was wondering…how long have they been on the beach?

Jess smiled greeting the older couple; as she introduced Don, he couldn't help but think, We're even.