Alex walked Jo through the door. She wasn't sure what to think anymore. She knew she had known but now she was getting a little nervous. They were here. As much as she thought she knew, she could not prepare herself for what she knew was about to happen. She was a woman. Of course, her heart was beating, her mind was racing, and her brain was definitely… thinking now.
He knew though. He knew exactly what she was thinking and even though they were rather tipsy, he took one look at her and she knew.
She wanted him.
He wanted her.
And then she heard him shut the front door.
And before she had time to think about anything anymore…
He had her pushed up against the door. And he started kissing her softly...
And then he started kissing her roughly…
And then he definitely wasn't controlling his hands anymore.
They were touching her everywhere and she knew. She knew what she wanted and she forgot all about thinking because she was touching him everywhere too. She wanted him so damn bad. She wanted to feel him so damn bad. She wanted him to feel her so damn bad.
They knew.
She tugged at his shirt as he was still kissing her roughly. She wanted it off and she wanted it off now. Good thing it was just a simple tee because she then started ripping it off his body. She had to feel his body.
He had to feel her body. He knew. But he couldn't take his lips off hers. That was until she started ripping away at his shirt. He stood there kissing her shirtless but she was fully clothed. And he wasn't having it. So he pulled off her light jacket that he had wanted nothing more than to take off all night. And then he ripped her shirt off her body without actually ripping it. It was swift. Like a habit.
But he didn't look at her. Or at least he didn't let her know he was looking yet. He still wanted her to beg. So he turned from hard-core making out back to soft and passionately, instantly. He then pulled himself back and looked into her eyes and well she knew.
He grabbed the back of her head, pulled her hair back, hard. She let out a gasp and another one as he started placing soft kisses all around her jaw. He then started places soft kisses up and down her neck. She wasn't sure if she was making noises or not. But he knew.
He then started licking small lines across her neck and would end each one with a gentle suck. One hand still pulled back her hair, harder. As the other one rested on her lower back pulling the rest of her body as close to him as he could.
She used her hands to feel and scratch at every inch of his back. And she would run them from his hips to tips of his hair on his head. Just feeling every inch of him she possibly could.
He hadn't let his mouth explore past her neck and she had started trying to un-do his belt. She knew she was about to lose it. She wanted him bad.
But he wanted her begging…more.
So he grabbed her hands and held them to her side against the door. He looked into her eyes again and she knew what he was doing and they both knew it was working.
He held one of her hands in place. And she couldn't stop the one he let go from resting on his body. He took his other hand and gently placed it on her hip. It was on the bare skin right above where her jeans rested and then he glided it up her side, across her chest, through her breasts, and back around once more. And then he looked at her and she knew.
He then picked her up and she straddled her legs around his waist and he held her there while placing soft kisses down the middle of her breasts.
He then took one breast in his hand and she wasn't sure what she would call it because it was the softest firmest touch that she had ever felt. And then he squeezed it, hard. Her body was releasing sounds she had never heard from herself. But they were good sounds. Moans, breaths, and gasps.
And then he took one breast into his mouth. And then the other one. And he licked, and sucked, and made circles around each one of them. And she knew, he knew, he'd lost it.
So it was her turn. She wanted him begging… more.
She pulled his hair back, hard. Looked him in the eyes and he knew, she knew, that he'd lost it. She dropped her legs from around his waist. He pouted almost. But he was going to let her have her turn. She started kissing him again, hard. And she pushed them from the wall straight to the bottom of the stairs but they didn't go up them. They landed on them.
And she knew. She still kissed him hard. And then she turned it into soft. She held both of his arms to his side with her hands as she straddled his body. They were on the stairs but it hurt so damn good.
She then started placing soft kisses along his neck. And she would lick small lines finishing each one with the softest of sucks. She then let one hand explore his chest while she licked a long line from his collar bone to his ear lobe. It sent nerves radiating throughout his body and when she started sucking. He couldn't stop his free hand from touching her everywhere he could along her back.
But then he heard her whisper in his ear. "Trust me…" And she bit and she bit hard. The feeling that came over him he couldn't control because he quickly moved his free hand from her back in a sudden movement. He grabbed her outer hip mid-way up with his hand. His fingers were around her back as he used his thumb to apply pressure and he squeezed. He knew he was losing it. She knew and he knew because he then let his fingers fall into the side of her jeans.
He moved them gently around the hem, in between the tightness of her jeans and skin, from one side of her hips towards the other, but he stopped his way from moving them when he stopped right in the middle where he could then feel her jeans button. And he knew. He un-buttoned them quickly and then went to un-zip them.
She quickly grabbed his arm and pinned it back to his side. He pouted. She then made her way licking up the other side of his neck and stopped when she came to his other lobe. She sucked and then he heard her finish the words "You're so not ready" and then she bit, harder.
He was ready. He was so ready. She kept control though by intertwining her fingers around the back of his head and she gripped her thumbs around the sides of his face. Her whole body was a top of his with all her weight.
She looked him in the eyes and she knew he wouldn't be able to take it much longer because she then kissed him, kissed down his neck, across his chest, and down the middle of his stomach. She now used her hands to grab his chest. And she started licking her way from his happy trail down to where his jeans rested. And then she would lick back up again.
He lost it. But they both knew neither had ever experienced anything so thrilling, so radiating, so demanding, so fun, Period. Then he knew. He was definitely about to be the most fun than he'd had in his entire life.
She wasn't even sure how he'd even done it. But he sprang up from the stairs carrying her body in motion with his. And they landed back in front of the door. The sensation had her so ready. She was ready. He was ready. They were ready.
She wanted him now. So she started trying to un-do his belt again. She just had to get those pants off him. She wanted to feel him.
But still he wanted her begging…more.
So he stopped her by spinning her around backwards. They stood exactly in the same spot though and he held onto her lower abdomen with one hand and pulled her hair back again with the other. He wanted to make his way up and down her backside too. He wanted to learn every inch of her.
She was moaning. She wanted him. He was just too good and she wanted him now.
He was breathing roughly. He wanted her. She was just too good and he wanted her now.
He slipped one hand into the front of her jeans knowing that could tease her one last time and as he was just about to spin her back around to look at him he had stepped back, just a little, to take her body in and …then he knew…he saw them.
And so he stopped half-way in between spinning her and then stepped back. She thought she knew. But she didn't.
"Jo! What happened?" he saw them. And so he asked. But he knew.
"Hmmm…" she had somehow managed to get out still lost in the moment.
But when he didn't say anything and he wasn't touching her. She didn't know.
She turned around to face him and asked "What? What happened?"
He never took his eyes from where he was just staring though. He knew.
"Those are bruises…no those are fingerprints on the back of your arms" he said still trying to take in what he saw.
She looked at him. But she knew he knew.
Still she tried "It's nothing…let's…"
But he cut her off…"I'll kill him"
"Alex…it's no big…" she started while approaching him. She still wanted him so damn bad.
"It is too a big damn deal Jo…I'll kill him! How come you didn't tell me?" he was stepping farther back from her.
She didn't get it. And she just wanted to forget it. He wanted to talk? That's the last thing she was thinking about.
And so she tried just ignoring him and going back to touching his body. She still wanted him so damn bad.
But he stopped her "Damn it Jo! How come you didn't tell me?"
"I don't know Alex…it's no…" she tried. And she tried lying. So he didn't believe her.
"Stop saying it's no big deal…damn it JO! He put HIS hands on YOU!" he shouted out.
But she still just wanted to forget about it all. And so she enclosed the space between them by wrapping her arms around him and kissing him, hard! And he kissed her back, hard!
But then he pulled back and started talking again "Damn it Jo…we're NOT doing it this way"
"What?!" she demanded. As if he'd just taken away something that they had been doing their whole lives. She still wanted him so damn bad.
"NOT this way" he said as he walked towards the kitchen. He knew he had to think because all he could think about was killing Peckwell.
She walked into the kitchen now trying to lighten the mood and so she tried joking "If this is our first fight then we really should go upstairs…" She still wanted him so damn bad!
"This is not our first fight, Jo!" he shouted again not wanting to think of Peckwell as their first fight.
He just wanted this taken care of and well he was going to take care of it.
"Fine then, so let's go to bed…please?" she tried as she made her way to stand by him at the kitchen island.
"I want to know what happened" he demanded.
"I told you…" she tried
He slammed his glass on the counter causing chips to bounce out on the counter. It didn't hurt either one of them but it scared the hell out of Jo.
She jumped and he knew she jumped and he felt terrible but still he couldn't stop thinking.
"You know I want to kill him…so stop saying that Jo!" he was kind-of shouting.
Fine then she told herself. If this is what they were going to do she was still going to try and do it her way.
"Alex…I" she tried while trying to get him to look at her. But he wouldn't. He couldn't. He didn't want her to see that look in his eyes.
"Look at me please…" she tried again but he still wouldn't do it.
So she tried again with what she thought she could do. So she used her body to trap him between the island and herself and she kissed him again, harder! He kissed her, harder!
But then he pulled away he just still couldn't quit thinking. This time it sounded more like a plea "Damn it Jo! Stop. How come you didn't tell me?"
So she stopped trying and she started getting mad. She just wanted him so damn bad and he wouldn't just allow her to have him, forget about it all, and forget about it all with him.
He wasn't forgetting though. And so she then kind of shouted back.
"I don't know Alex. Maybe I knew this is how you'd react. Maybe I knew you'd kill him. Maybe I knew that it would destroy your hands along with your career. Maybe I knew I didn't want to let it. Maybe I thought I could handle it on my own. Maybe I thought I could get my wa…" she started. And then she cut her own self off…and finished in a lower voice…
"Maybe I just wanted to forget about it, okay?" She tried but he still didn't look at her. She didn't want him anymore as much as she just needed him now. But he still didn't look at her.
And so she finished with what she had to have thought "Or maybe in my mind. I knew you'd care more about revenge… then what you did about me!" And with that she walked back towards the living room to go to sleep on their couch.
Alex stood there for a minute. She didn't really think that he wouldn't care about her at all? Or did she? He knew where she was now. And he knew where he was now. He now started questioning himself. He never showed her that particular kind of affection. But he never had to. He never wanted to. Not in this way.
But he knew what he had to do so he walked in the living room as she was already sprawled out on the couch and he said, in his way, what he was now trying to express.
He knew it wouldn't happen the way she wanted it to. But he knew what he wanted to make happen.
So he said "Come on Jo…let's go to bed…please?" his voice was soft.
But Jo was drunk and Jo was stubborn and most of all she was a stubborn drunk.
She knew what he wanted and it wasn't what she wanted so she said the same thing he had said to her.
"No!" she said while repositioning herself more comfortably into the couch "We're NOT doing it this way"
"What?!" he demanded. As if she'd just taken away something they'd been doing their whole lives. He still wanted her in a different way so damn bad.
She was just so damn stubborn but so was he though.
So he tried "Come on Jo…you know that couch isn't big enough for the both of us!"
"I know" she simply stated getting even more and more comfortable.
"Jo…" he tried.
"Jo…" he pouted.
She was just so damn stubborn though because he made his way to the couch and she was passed smooth out.
"Argh…Jo" he felt terrible but he knew what he had to do.
So he grabbed a spare pillow off the nearby chair along with a throw blanket and made a pallet on the floor beside the couch and tried to stop thinking and… he thought…and some more… and he knew what he was thinking… but then he was passed smooth out too.