Ok, so I thought that all my loyal readers deserved a little something special, so here is a whole chapter with no Frankie drama but only Amy/Jackson goodness.

Warning: The following chapter contains my attempt at a little lemon. Let me know what you think please.

Chapter 17

The rest of my time in Philly went fairly smoothly. For the first few days after returning from Hampstead I was pretty jumpy, but Jackson was there for me as much as his acting gig would allow. We spent every night together, either at his place or mine. My scar scared back over and eventually the lump on my head vanished. Before I knew it my month's vacation was over and I was back in a hot sweaty diner while Kellie went to the beach.

*~*

"Ok, I've got a large order of chili cheese fries, a large philly-steak all the way, and a large bacon burger with just ketchup." I called out to Chris as I placed the order card on the counter for him.

"Amy, what are you still doing here?" He asked.

"I've got plenty of time Chris. I don't have to leave until two."

"Amy it's, two forty five now." He pointed to the clock.

"Shit! I'm late!" It had been over a week since I'd seen Jackson, and he was flying in today for the weekend and I was supposed to pick him up at the airport at three. The monkeys had gone to Texas to record for awhile before coming home to California.

"Leave now."

"I can't, we're still really busy. I'll just call him and tell him to get a cab."

"Amy you haven't shut up about seeing the guy since you got here, and we're not really that busy right now. Samantha can handle it."

"Well I did learn from the best." Samantha said.

"Go Amy."

I smiled, relieved. "Thanks guys."

*~*

I had really planned on swinging by the apartment to shower and change out of these sweaty rags I was wearing, but there was no time for that now so Jackson would just have to deal. When I arrived at the airport I was relieved to find that his flight was a little behind schedule so it had just arrived. I went to the terminal to wait for him.

As I stood waiting for him, my mind raced with all the things he said he was going to do to me and my heat began to pulse in anticipation. I was glad Kellie left early this morning for her parent's house, and she wouldn't be back until late Sunday night. That meant that Jackson and I would have the apartment to ourselves. Oh the possibilities: the kitchen counter, the living room sofa and chair, the washer and dryer, I hear the vibrations really enhance the pleasure, not that Jackson needs any help in that department.

"Oh my god there he is." I thought as he stepped through the gates with his rolling bag and Annabelle on his back. "Oh," I groaned internally. He was wearing the boots and the village hat; boy I loved that hat on him. I bit my lip in excitement so hard that it hurt. I would have run to him but my legs were already turning to jelly and it was hard enough to stand, and I didn't know just how public he was ready for us to be. So, I stood my ground and waited for him to come to me, but good lord he was taking forever.

At last he was within reaching distance.

"Hey…mmm…" he cut me off as his lips crashed onto mine and his tongue begged for entrance. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck pulling him closer. He gripped my hips and thrust them into his bulging member. He must have been thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him.

"Down boy, or you'll have a hard time walking out of here with that third leg."

"Hmm, you'll have a hard time walking anywhere when I'm through with you."

I giggled.

"Just get off work?" He asked as we began walking to my car.

"Yea, sorry. I wanted to go by the house and shower first but a huge crowd came in at the last minute and I lost track of time."

"Don't be sorry babe. I find it sexy."

"Sexy?"

"Yea, you're like my naughty little waitress that will do anything for a good tip." He flashed me that smirk of his and my knees buckled.

This was going to be one hell of a weekend.

*~*

The drive back to the apartment was difficult. Jackson's hand had started out on my knee but it slowly migrated up my leg to rest between my thighs; one finger was hooked under my shorts. I wondered if he realized what he was doing. Then, as I fumbled with the key outside the apartment, he pressed his rock hardness against my backside, making me groan, while placing kisses along my neck. Oh yes, he knew exactly what he was doing.

Needless to say, we didn't last long once we were inside. He pushed my back against the wall and plunged his tongue into my mouth. He stripped Annabelle from his back and placed her gently in the corner. I tossed his sexy hat aside and ravaged his hair with my hands while his groped my body. He wanted me and I needed him.

His hands found the snap on my shorts and unleashed it. He slid his hand down slowly, torturously, under my panties. He toyed with my entrance briefly before sliding two fingers in. With his miracle fingers at work, it didn't take long before I was gasping out his name in ecstasy.

My head collapsed on his shoulder and he pulled his hand out slowly.

"You owe me for that." He said, his lips moving against my ear sending another shockwave through my body.

"Anything you say."

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He locked the front door back and led me by the hand to my bathroom. I kicked off my socks and shoes while he turned the water on. I was about to pull my shorts off when his hand stopped me.

"Allow me." He moved in closer and with one swift tug my shorts fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He brushed his hands up my inner thighs, his eyes never leaving mine. I quivered under his gentle touch.

His hands continued up my torso pulling my shirt along with them. He tossed it aside. He wrapped his hands around my back and unsnapped my bra. It fell to the floor. He hooked his fingers in my panties, and like my shorts they fell with one tug. I kicked them aside. He pulled the rubber band from my hair and combed it out with his fingers. It fell about my shoulders. His eyes took one quick scan of my naked body before returning to my own.

"You're beautiful." He said.

I looked him over. "And you're still fully clothed."

He laughed and I quickly helped to relieve him of his clothes. He followed me into the shower and I pulled him under the spray with me. The water created a slick surface for our bodies to slide against. He wrapped his arms around me and crossed them behind my back. He kissed my forehead.

"A week and a half is too long to go without you in my arms." He said.

"Hmm, I know. But you're here now and we have all weekend alone. We don't have to go anywhere."

"So you've already been to the store? Did you get everything I requested?"

"Yes, but you should know, Kellie is usually the one who cooks the steaks."

"You let me worry about that darlin'. I have a plan."

"Should I be frightened?"

"Only a little." He grinned.

He reached over and picked up my shampoo bottle. He squeezed some into his hand before massaging it through my hair sensually. I couldn't help the small moan that escaped my lips. He laughed.

"Sometimes you are too easy to turn on."

"What? We've already stated that it was a long week and a half." I whined. He rinsed the soap from hair just as sensually. "And maybe you should just look at it as a testament to how good you are."

"I already know how good I am. I'm the best you've ever had."

"Well there was this one time in Tijuana."

"What?" He pulled back suddenly and I laughed. "Well maybe I just need to remind you."

"Hmm, it has been a long week and a half."

He growled and nothing but lust flashed through his eyes before he plunged his lips back to my mouth, searching out every crevice he could find that he hadn't already explored. I ran my hands down his back digging my nails in and bringing him closer. The lust and desire were building within me again; it wouldn't be long before I would need him inside me, and his fingers wouldn't get the job done this time.

I moaned into his mouth before he pulled back to breath. Our separation didn't last long as he quickly found my ear and began to suck and nibble on it. I ground my hips against his member and buried my hands in his hair, gripping it firmly. His hands cupped my ass and squeezed it firmly, releasing yet another moan, before moving down to my thighs. He picked me up and slid in with little resistance. He pressed my back against the shower wall as he began to thrust in and out. My scar stung slightly, but the pleasure was so much greater.

I clamped his shoulders and creamed out his name as my orgasm rushed through me; he followed behind, unleashing within me. After holding me there for a moment, he gently pulled out and set me on my feet. He kept his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up, and I snuggled into his neck.

"Bring back any memories?" he asked.

I shook my head. "We've never done it in the shower before." He chuckled.

*~*

It was Sunday evening. The weekend was almost over. Kellie would be home in a few hours and Jackson would be leaving tomorrow. The weekend was almost over.

The weekend had been amazing. Jackson and I hadn't taken our hands off each other and we hadn't stepped a foot outside. Except for last night when we went down to the complex grills and Jackson grilled us a couple of steaks for dinner. He also grilled some corn on the cob and made a tossed salad. Who knew he was such a cook? We ate by candle light in the apartment while soft Jazz played over the stereo. It was easily the most romantic night of my life.

I hated that this weekend had to end so soon.

*~*

We lay curled in each other's arms after another round of passionate love making.

"Hmm, I don't want this night to end." I said into his chest.

"I know me neither. But it's not over yet and I have just one more thing for you." He sat me up and I leaned against the head board while he grabbed Annabelle.

"Are you going to play for me Jackson?" I asked; He smiled and looked down. Was he suddenly shy?

"In case you haven't noticed Amy, I've been trying to say something all weekend but I just can't seem to get the words right. And so, I figured sometimes I can express myself better through music, so I thought I'd give it a shot tonight while I still can. I have to admit though, it's not one of my songs but it is from one of the greats."

He smiled again and played a cord before starting.

I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad

I laughed inwardly at the first line; it was Adam Sandler from The Wedding Singer.

Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you


His eyes never left mine.


I'll miss you
I'll kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

I'll need you
I'll feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

We laughed.

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you


I wanna grow old with you

I had tears flowing down my face as the song finished. Jackson set Annabelle aside and took my hands in his. He kissed the tops of them lightly.

"Amy," he looked deep into my eyes. "I've finally figured out what this feeling that I've been feeling is. Amy, I love you. I know it hasn't been very long since we've gotten together, it's only been a little over a month, but I love you."

"Jackson, I…"

"You don't have to say anything. I'll understand if you're not ready for that yet. You can take all the time you need to. Just know that when you're ready, I'll be here waiting. I'll never leave you Amy."

"Jackson, I… I love you too." I choked out. "I love you Jackson. I love you so much."

I had never seen him look as happy as he did at that moment. He pulled me into his lap and cupped my face in his hands.

"Say it again."

"I love you Jackson."

"And I love you Amy." He pulled my lips to his for the sweetest kiss.