Caught in the act
I own nothing...
"Hey, Ang? You want some popcorn?" Jordan asks, standing in the kitchen with the cabinet door open.
"No, just grab a bag of chips and some soda. Don't worry about making popcorn." Angela, already heading to the movie room, as they've started calling it, yells up the stairs.
Smiling to himself, Jordan grabs an unopened bag of chips, closing the cabinet behind him. Taking two sodas from the refrigerator, he heads down the stairs after her. Catching up with her at the bottom of the stairs, he hands her one of the cans. Slipping his arm around her waist, he pulls her to his side.
"Are you really here, or am I dreaming?" Burying his face in her hair, he closes his eyes. "I've missed you so damn much."
It had only been a few hours since Angela walked into their bedroom to find Jordan sitting on the side of the bed, crying his eyes out. Jordan was happy again. All was right in his world. Angela was with him, she loved him and that's all that mattered.
After Angela had come in and got him out of bed, he'd showered and then they had eaten dinner together. Now they were going to watch a movie, which movie didn't matter. He just wanted to be with her.
"I'm really here, Jordan. I've missed you, too." Standing there, at the foot of the stairs, Angela hugs him. "Come on, let's go start this movie, then we can cuddle all you want."
With his arm still around her, they walk into the movie room. Choosing to sit on the leather sofa, they kick their shoes off and sit, putting their drinks and chips on the table in front of them. Jordan grabs the remote and starts flipping through the channels. Deciding on a comedy, they snuggle together and watch.
About halfway through the movie, Angela shifts so that she's leaning into the corner of the sofa and Jordan lays his head in her lap, stretching out. Angela starts running her fingers through his hair, touching his face. They both seem content just sitting together, sharing space. By the time the movie ends, Angela has slid down behind Jordan. Her head is resting on the arm of the sofa and her arms are around him.
Thinking that he had fallen asleep, Angela tries to move from behind him without waking him. As she's trying to climb over him, he rolls over onto his back and pulls her down on top of him.
"Where you going? Trying to sneak away?" Jordan smiles up at Angela.
"No, I just thought you were sleeping. You look like you could use some rest, so I was going to let you nap." Reaching down, she brushes his hair from his forehead.
"I'll rest later, I just want to be with you now." He pushes his hand through her hair and pulls her down for a kiss.
Pulling back a little, she takes his face in her hands. "Jordan, you have to take better care of yourself. You've lost a lot of weight and you look really tired. I don't want you to get sick on me."
"Things haven't been so good for me, you know? I haven't been able to sleep and I couldn't eat. I've been running on autopilot for the last few weeks. I thought I was going to lose you." All the doubt and insecurity shows on his face.
"Jordan, you aren't going to lose me. You're stuck with me. I just thought you needed time to work out whatever you were feeling." Laying her head on his chest, she whispers, "You need me to take care of you, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. No matter how many times we've been apart before, this has been the worst. It felt like we were really apart. I hated every minute of it." Hugging her tight, he says, "I don't even want to think about it anymore."
Angela pushes herself back up with her arms on either side of his head. Looking down into his eyes, she says, "Baby, don't think about it. I'm here now. I love you." She lowers her mouth to his, softly kissing his lips.
Jordan wraps one hand in her hair and moves the other down her back as he takes her bottom lip into his mouth, gently sucking, then biting on it. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he deepens the kiss. With his hand still in her hair, he pushes the other hand down the back of her jeans, squeezing her ass.
Angela pushes her hips against him, rubbing against his erection. He moves the hand from her hair to the bottom of her shirt. Grabbing it in his hand, he pulls it up and over her head before returning his lips to hers. Pushing one of his legs between hers, he moves so that his leg is rubbing against her heat.
Moaning into his mouth, Angela breaks away and starts pulling on his shirt. He leans up just long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head and then he pulls her back down to him. He moves his mouth along her collarbone, and up her neck to the hollow behind her ear. All she can do, is hold herself up.
Jordan's hands, moving all over her body, now stop to unfasten her bra. Pushing it from her shoulders, he moves his mouth down to her breasts. Taking first one breast, then the other in his mouth, he moves his hands around to the front of her jeans, unsnapping them and slipping the zipper down.
Just as he's about to push her jeans down over her hips, they hear a gasp, followed by a curse. They both look over to see Shane standing in the doorway, his back to them. Jordan, rolling his eyes, growls in frustration. Angela hides her face against Jordan's chest, laughing.
"Oh, shit. Angela, I'm sorry! I didn't know you were here." Shane heads back out the door.
"Shane, wait. Just give us a minute, ok?" Angela, still laughing gets up and fixes her pants. Grabbing her shirt from the floor, she pulls it over her head. Picking up her bra, she shoves it in her pocket.
Jordan, stilling laying on the couch with his eyes closed, sighs. "Damn it. I was this close to getting it and in walks Shane. How many times is that now?"
Reaching for his hand, Angela pulls him up into a sitting position and hands him his shirt. "That's 6 by my count. At least this time we were in our house."
"Shane," Jordan yells, running his fingers through his hair.
Shane walks back in the room, face red. "I'm sorry. I swear I don't do it on purpose."
Chuckling, Jordan pulls Angela down to sit beside him, throwing his arm over her shoulders. "I think you do, you perv. You should wear a bell around your neck so that I hear you coming."
Shane, a teenage boy trapped in a man's body, laughs and says, "Maybe I should, that way I don't hear you coming."
Angela cracks up at this comment. "Oh my god. Shane, how old are you? And let's forget that you saw anything, ok?"
"What the hell do you want, anyway?" Jordan is now twisting a strand of Angela's hair around his finger.
"I came to check on you, man. I've been worried about you." He looks from Angela to Jordan and then back. "I can see that you're all better now, so I'm going to go. Sorry that I interrupted you."
"Shane, you don't have to leave. Stick around, we can watch another movie," Angela says as she reaches for the remote.
Jordan, taking the remote from her hand, says, "Uh, yes, he does have to go, like right now."
"Jordan! Don't be rude. He can stay. I'll go get more soda and I'll make some popcorn." Pushing up from the sofa, Angela walks over to where Shane is standing and hugs him. Whispering in his ear so that Jordan doesn't hear, she says, "Thank you for calling me, Shane. I'm glad he's got you to look out for him. I'm sorry I didn't let you know when I was coming."
Hugging her back, Shane says, "I love you, Angela, but if you do that to him again, I will kill you." He kisses her on the cheek.
"What are you whispering about over there?" Jordan starts to get up.
"Nothing, man. Just telling her that I missed her." Shane walks over to push Jordan back down on the sofa as Angela makes her way upstairs. He flops down beside Jordan.
"You called her, didn't you?" Jordan grabs Shane in a headlock.
"Damn, man. Get off!" They wrestle for a little while before Shane breaks free. "Yes, I did call her. I wasn't going to let you fall apart on me."
"I should be pissed, but you know what? I'm not. I'm glad you called her. I think I was having a breakdown when she got here. I don't think I would survive if she ever did decide to leave me." Jordan scrubs his hands down over his face.
"Jay, you don't have to worry about that. I'm telling you though, you better be upfront with her from now on. You brought this on yourself. And you should fucking listen to me when I tell you something. I have been right a time or two." Shane punches Jordan in the arm. "She's the only sister I have, so you better hang on to her."
"Damn, Shane. I'd hate to see what would happen if we ever did split. She'd probably end up with you in the divorce." Laughing now, Jordan picks up the remote and starts flipping through the channels again.
"It's not like that, Jay. I love you both. You're closer to me than either of my brothers." Propping his feet on the table in front of him, Shane says, "I can't stand to see you like you were. And that woman loves you. Don't shut her out."
"Ok, I get it. I did this to myself. It's over now. She's here with me, that's what's important." Jordan stops on the latest Saw movie and he and Shane continue to joke around until Angela gets back with 3 sodas and a large bowl of popcorn.
Sliding into her seat between Jordan and Shane, she tucks her feet under her. "So, the album drops on Tuesday? How long do you have to stay out here before we pack up this house and you guys come home?"
Jordan speaks up first. "I'm coming home on Thursday. I had already planned on it." Taking a handful of popcorn, he starts shoving it in his mouth.
Shane, looks at Angela, then to the floor. "I was gonna come home next weekend, but I have a favor to ask you since Jay is going home."
"What, Shane? You know I'd do anything for you." She takes his hand in hers.
"Would you let the twins stay with you for the weekend? Maybe Thursday through Sunday?" Shane looks uncertain.
"Of course they can stay with me, but why? Sharon hasn't said anything." Angela leans back against Jordan, still holding Shane's hand.
"Well, I haven't asked Sharon yet, but I was going to fly her out here. Maybe we could stay in the house and close it up for you before we head back to Pennsylvania." Shane looks up and meets her eyes. "I wouldn't ask, but it's important."
Angela, putting 2 and 2 together, gasps. "Oh my god, Shane. Yes, if you want, you can do that. We don't have a problem with that. Do we, Jordan?"
Jordan, now interested in the movie, glances over to Shane. "What, no, I don't have a problem with it. Just don't use our bed." Jordan turns back to the movie.
"Shane, have you already bought her a ring?" Smiling to him she squeezes his hand.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls the box out and hands it to her. Angela opens it to find a three stone diamond ring. She grins before jumping up and throwing herself in Shane's arms. Now giggling, she kisses Shane on the lips.
Jordan, who hadn't been paying attention, looks over at them in confusion. "What the hell? Shane, get your fucking hands off my wife."
Angela and Shane both ignore him as Shane wraps his arms tight around her and pretends to kiss her back. Pulling her down so that she's laying in his lap, Shane bends his face down over hers. "Oh, Angela, I love you, too. You're too good for him. Let's run away together."
Jordan, now scowling at them, says, "This isn't funny. Shane, let her up or I'm gonna hurt you."
Angela pushes herself off Shane's lap and hands Jordan the ring. "Look, babe. Shane got me a ring."
When Jordan sees the ring, his eyes go round with shock. "No fucking way!" Jordan laughs and hands the ring back to Shane. "I'm serious, dude. Don't use my bed." Jordan jumps up from the sofa and pulls Angela up behind him. "Speaking of my bed, turn this shit off when you leave. My wife and I are turning in for the night."
Laughing as Jordan pulls her out of the room, Angela calls back to Shane. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Shane. I'm happy for you!"
They leave Shane sitting on the sofa with the movie still playing. Picking up the bowl of popcorn, Shane settles down to watch the movie.