Together apart
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Ok, ok...after seeing how many hits I've gotten on ch 8 and ch 24, I decided this would be a good chapter to leave you with for the weekend. As always, please review...I love reading you posts. Enjoy!
After two weeks in California, Angela was starting to hate it. It wasn't the house, or the city. It was the idea that she came to California to be with Jordan, but the only time she even saw him was at night, when he came home to sleep.
She spent all day stuck in the house, just her and Justin. Having a 4 month old as your only company would drive anyone crazy. Patty had decided to stay in Three Rivers with Maddie until Spring Break which was still a week away. She missed her mom and she missed her daughter. Talking on the phone with them just wasn't the same.
Laying Justin down for his nap, Angela decided to take a swim, hoping to relieve some tension. After changing into her bikini, she grabs the baby monitor and heads down to the pool. Turning the radio on, she sets her towel and the baby monitor on the table, before slipping into the water. She aimlessly swims from one end of the pool to the other, trying to work off her frustration.
Swimming to the steps at the far end, she climbs from the pool. Pushing her hair from her face, she turns to see Jordan, who still has his sunglasses on, lounging in a chair over by the table. Startled, she yells at him. "Good God, Jordan! You scared the shit out of me." Walking over, she grabs her towel and wraps it around her. "What are you doing home?"
"What, I need a reason to be here?" Jordan clenches his jaw, frowning. "Our meetings are over for the day. I thought I'd come home and spend some time with you."
Still a little pissed off, Angela snaps at him. "Well, damn. I guess I should feel special or something."
"What the hell does that mean?" He sits up, taking off his glasses and tossing them on the table. "I haven't been around much lately and I thought we could have some time together."
"Exactly! You haven't been around much lately. If I had known this is how things were going to be, I would have stayed in Pennsylvania! I didn't come out here just to sit around the house by myself." Standing with her hands on her hips, continues, "What exactly are you doing in LA that you can't do here? Isn't that why you bought a house with a studio in the basement?"
Sighing loudly, Jordan pushes his hand through his hair. "It's not all about laying down the tracks, Angela. We could do that here. They're going over the tracks we already recorded and they don't like half of them. But, whatever." Getting up from the chair, he stands over her. "You knew I'd be busy. Don't act so bitchy about it. I came out here to work."
"And I came out here to be with you, except you're never here. All I am is your bed warmer. If that's what you wanted, you should have bought an electric blanket." Angela turns away and shuts the radio off, grabbing the baby monitor. Stepping around Jordan, she heads toward the stairs.
She only makes it a few steps before he grabs her by the arm, turning her back to him. "Babe, it's not like that. I came home to be with you today, didn't I?"
"Did you? Are you going to be with me? Or are you gonna hang around the house until you get a phone call and then lock yourself in the office?" She frowns up at him. "If you want to spend the afternoon with me, shut your damn phone off and be with me."
"Red, I can't just turn my phone off! What if they try to reach me?" Now scowling at her, he says, "We can spend the afternoon together. I won't answer my phone unless it's important."
"Ugh! Every phone call you get is important." Snatching her arm away, she runs up the stairs. Walking through the living room, she heads up the stairs to the bedroom.
Jordan catches up to her as she's walking through door. "Angela, why are you acting like this? It's not like we haven't done all this before? What's different?"
"What's different? I'm not at home. I'm 2500 miles from my mother and my daughter and all the rest of our family. I'm out here by myself, just me and my 4 month old son." Looking down at the floor, she tries to fight back tears.
"Babe, you aren't alone. I'm here." Leaning back against the wall, Jordan crosses his arms. "Things are busy right now, but once we get this stuff sorted out, it will slow down. I can start coming home at a decent hour. Then, when we start laying down the rest of the tracks I'll be home all the time."
Angela continues to stare at the floor, tears now streaming down her face. Jordan walks over to her. Turning her face up to his, he wipes at her tears. "Angela, I'm here with you. You aren't alone."
Sniffling, she says, "I may as well be alone, you're never here. You leave before I get up and you come home and fall into the bed." Wiping her face on the towel still wrapped around her body, she continues to cry. "And, I'm homesick."
"Your mom and Maddie will be here next week. Why don't you invite Sharon and the boys out, too. I'll call Graham and see if Jamie can come. Then you won't feel so homesick. Will that make you happy?"
"I'd love to have everyone out here, but what happens when everyone is gone? What I really want is some time with you." She bites her lip, looking up at him through her lashes.
"Well, I'm here with you right now and you're standing there arguing with me. Why are we wasting our time together fighting?" Grabbing her towel, he pulls it away and tosses it on the floor. "Before you decided to jump out of the pool and bite my head off, I was thinking of joining you."
Turning her around with her back to him, he pushes her hair over her shoulder and unties the strings holding her top in place, letting it fall. Untying the strings across her back, he pulls the top from her body, and drops it on top of her towel. Running his hands over her shoulders, he leans forward and places a kiss on the back of her neck.
"Wanna go back down to the pool?" he whispers in her ear.
Shaking her head, Angela leans back into his chest. Jordan chuckles, wrapping his arms around her. His hands move up to fondle her naked breasts. With one hand still on her breast, the other hand moves down to caress her stomach. "Then what do you want to do? I'll do what ever you want me to. I'm all yours."
"Hmmmm, why don't you just keep doing what you're doing? That feels nice." She relaxes her body into his. Feeling the roughness of his clothes against her naked back, she wiggles a little. She feels his fingers, rough from so many hours playing the guitar, moving over her skin. His whiskers, from 2 days without shaving, scrape along her neck as he kisses her there. She can't help but shiver.
"Is this what you want? Do you like it when I touch you this way?" He talks to her in that husky voice that never fails to excite her. Taking her nipple between his fingers, he pulls on it gently. His other hand moves down her stomach and he pushes his hand under her bikini bottoms. Moving his fingers through her soft patch of hair, he slips them between her legs. Hearing her moan, he chuckles. "I guess that's a yes."
Angela pulls away from him, only to turn in his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him down for into a hungry kiss. Sucking his bottom lip into her mouth she wraps her fingers in his hair. Jordan continues to use his hands on her body, caressing her back before moving his hands down to squeeze her ass. All the while, their tongues dancing together.
Angela breaks the kiss, reaching down to tug his shirt up, pulling it over his head. She returns her mouth to his, moving her hands across his chest and down to button of his jeans. Working to free him of his jeans, she starts kissing along his jaw, down his neck and across his chest. Stepping back a little, she grabs his jeans in both hands and pulls them down, boxers and all. When she moves to drop to her knees in front of him, he puts his hands on her shoulders to stop her.
"Not this time, babe." He toes his shoes off and bends down to completely remove his pants. Picking her up, he carries her to the bed setting her down in the middle. Pushing her back on the bed, he reaches for her bottoms and pulls them off, tossing them on the floor. Climbing over her, he takes her mouth in a kiss. Holding himself above her with one hand, he runs the other hand from her shoulder, over her breast, down over her stomach, before he pushes her legs apart.
Looking up at Jordan, eyes half closed, Angela says, "Jordan, don't wait. I want you inside of me."
Jordan moves above her, settling between her legs. Looking her in the eye, he pushes into her. Slowly, he starts to move in and out. Watching her face, he smiles down at her.
Angela, not wanting it slow, moves her hips to meet him. He begins to move faster, making her moan. As Jordan moves above her, Angela caresses his back, moving her hands down to his ass, before moving them back up to his shoulders. Wrapping her legs around him, she urges him to move faster.
Jordan closes his eyes, burying his face in her neck. His body, now slick with sweat, is sliding over hers as he's moving in and out of her. Wrapping one hand in her hair to hold her head aside, he starts kissing and sucking on her neck. His other hand, moving down her side, over her hip, he squeezes her leg.
Angela, crying out his name, grips his shoulders tightly as she comes. Jordan continues to move in and out of her, feeling her body contract around him. Moving faster and faster, he bites down on her neck, coming with her.
After a few slower strokes, he collapses on top of her. Angela, completely spent, moves one hand up to Jordan's hair, holding him in place.
"Jordan. Hey, wake up." Angela shakes him gently.
Jordan rolls over on to his back, slowly opening his eyes. Seeing Angela, still naked, leaning over him, he smiles up at her. Tugging on her hand, he pulls her down to him. "Hey, babe." he says, before kissing her.
Smiling back at him, she sits back up. "Hey, Shane just called. You need to call him back."
"I thought you didn't want me to use my phone this afternoon. I turned it off." Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he yawns before sitting up on the bed.
"Yeah, I know. He called my phone. He wouldn't tell me what he wanted, just that he needed to talk to you. He sounded kind of excited." Handing his phone to him, she watches as he turns it back on and dials Shane's number.
Grabbing her hand, he pulls her up to sit beside him. "Hey, Shane. What's up?" As he listens to Shane, he leans over to kiss Angela on the head. "WHAT? Well, God damn."
Jordan starts to laugh. Angela looks at him in confusion. "Yeah, I can't believe it. Well, I'm laughing because the one time I turned my phone off, I miss a very important call. What? No, I just wanted to spend some time with my wife." Hugging her to him, he says to Shane. "Yeah, I've been neglecting her lately. I had to show her some love, you know?"
Angela scowls at him, rolling her eyes. "Shut up, Jordan!"
Still laughing, he says into the phone, "I gotta go, Shane. Thanks for calling me. Yeah, that's the best news I've gotten in a real long time. I'll talk to you later." Shutting off the phone, Jordan grabs Angela and pulls her on top of him, kissing her. After a full minute he pulls his lips from her and grins.
"Well, I guess you did get some good news. What's up?" She looks at him questioningly.
"They dropped the lawsuit. Just now, a little while ago." Laughing again, he shakes his head.
"Oh my god, Jordan! That's wonderful!" Throwing herself at him, she laughs with him.
He rolls her over and moves on top of her again. As he moves down to kiss her, they hear Justin cry in the other room.
Rolling his eyes, but still smiling, he rolls off of her. "I'll get him, you get a shower. We're going out tonight to celebrate."
Angela heads off to the bathroom as Jordan grabs his jeans from the floor, pulling them on as he heads to the nursery to get his son.
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