Easy Silence
En Route to Bucs Stadium – 11:35 am
There was Shane in the driver's seat. And then there was Lily and Sands, each at an opposite side of the back seat, noses to windows, one asleep, one trying to keep from crying anymore. Everything was quiet, save for the radio. Shane was busy talking to Carter and Andy from her phone, trying to discern the best route and search from inside of the Stadium once they arrived. The goal for the day: find hard evidence of drug sales between the coaches, the athletes, and Jimmy's posse. From the outside, it would appear that a psychologist and a blind man were useless for such a thing, but in fact they would be needed at a distance.
Lily had heard the plan from Shane, one she had also explained to Jeff earlier on. The two of them were set to stick to the car in the parking lot, with a direct line on headphones, much the same as the night before, Lily reading off the blueprints of the stadium, (coming from a responsible contracting source), and Jeff was there to do what he did best…change Shane's mind about all of her stupid ideas and keep her on a good track to survival. He was also there for the sole fact that he knew more about the logistics of football, stadiums, and the players than any of the rest of them. Facts he could retrieve without sight, making him the brains in the matter. Although at the moment, he was drooling aimlessly on the back window of the truck.
"Right here Carter, exit 23 A…"
"This fucking GPS is trying to send me to Miami. Piece of shit!"
"Ignore it; just make sure this is Dale Mabry when you pull off."
"Alright."
Lily could hear the arguing between line and receiver of Shane's conversation, and couldn't help but to laugh under her breath. For CIA agents, they really had an awkward way of getting things done. Of all four of them, Jeff seemed to have the most wits about him when involved in a case, proven by his help with her last night, and he after all had a preventative handicap in all of this. Moving her face away from the window, she rubbed her nose again with the sleeve of her 'fresh' sweater, and looked over to see him. His beat up old jacket still looked just as comfortable wrapped around him, and whether he remembered or not, Shane even too, Lily recalled many a night when she herself had been saved from northern winds by that same jacket. His hair was a complete mess, greasy, tangled, all over the place from the window to his neck. She could make out the silver band of his aviators from the side of his face, tucked away into sleep behind them. Much needed she imagined, as it was her fault he wasn't able to sleep much the night prior. Again, she continued to blame herself completely for his state of mind, his condition. There were of course other reasons, many in fact, especially Mexico, but until Jeff worked up the interest to confide all of this in her, she would blame herself only.
"Jeff!" Shane shouted from the front seat, trying to get him to wake up. "Jeff, come on…we're pulling in."
He grumbled like a child being awoken from a good dream, rubbing the tender skin over his eyes just beneath his glasses, and wiping off his drool corner to corner along his mouth. He was as dazed as he had been the night before, when Lily came to his room, seduced him, cried, nearly made love to him, and then jumped off the bed and scrambled into the second room. Nearly as dazed, but not quite. Beside him, her breathing was still and peaceful, as it had been when they left the hotel. And Shane's voice was too pushy for him, but he finally responded. "What?"
"We're here, wake up. Lily…?"
She was lost in some sort of a strange haze, a recollection, a memory or two as she watched Jeff come about from sleep, watched his nose twitch, his hair fall in his eyes, watched him scratch his neck and stomach just the same. She hardly even heard Shane.
Lily held onto the loose ends of the crème sheets, pulling slowly, exposing flesh, a hairy leg, a thigh, a…
She smiled with a bite of her lip as she watched Jeff squirm in the open air of the bed, his eyes twitching to wake, short waves of hair in his face. "Hmm…" he hummed, groaned almost as he finally opened his view up to the devil at the end of the bed, still pulling the sheets away in a reveal of his glory. "What…what are you doing?"
She smiled wickedly, "Just, taking in the landscape."
"Earth to Dr. Hanson…?"
"Oh, what?" Started back to life, she heard Jeff snickering beside her and looked over to see him smoking out of the window.
"I was just saying that the blueprints are in the trunk. There's a cooler too, Carter packed you guys some stuff."
"A huh." She returned weakly, still focused on Jeff's lips as they curled around his cigarette, tightly, dragging out its poison, and then pushing it through his nose like a beautiful sin. "Okay…"
Shane looked back from the seat as she jumped out of the car, hooking her gun holster into place over her shoulders, pulling on her jacket, and then grabbing the walkie-talkie. She saw Lily's face, watching Jeff, and hardly paying a single bit of attention to anything else. Shane smiled, and said finally, "I'm on line 3. Carter and Andy are on two. Alright?"
"Yeah…"
"Shel, the taps are gonna be in corridor 6 and 8. And then at each of the main gates, you know where those are?"
"Yeah."
"Hopefully we can get in the locker room before practice at 3."
"You could always hide in the showers." He sneered with an evil grin to where he felt the chipped breeze coming in from her door.
"As entertaining as that would be for you…no thanks. We'll just get in there first, and worry about the gates last. Carter and Andy have the taps for Gruden's office."
"Oh boy…" he chuckled, another swift drag of smoke, "You actually trust them with that task?"
"Well, there's always option two."
"And what pray tell is that Obi One?"
"Lily can play seductress again. I'm sure she wouldn't mind spending some quality time on the coach's desk…huh, Hanson?" Shane looked back to Lily with a goofy grin, both waiting as Jeff breathed heavily against the idea.
A final puff of his smoke, and he tossed it out of the window. Trying not to make any hardened reveal of just what was in his head with Shane's suggestion, he simply replied.
"Send in the goons."
The girls nodded at one another with smiles, Shane helped Lily get situated with the prints, the laptop and headsets, and with a final whisk of approval and thanks, and she darted off to hop inside of the second truck with Carter and Andy. Moments later, the threesome was headed further in towards the stadium, laughing over the walkie-talkies and plotting. Jeff and Lily were silent, purely, cautiously, as best they could be.
Curling her legs underneath her on the seat, Lily adjusted back towards the window; headphones pouring Shane's voice into her head, Carter's dirtied mouth, and Andy's laughter. She focused on nothing in particular, a lonely orange leaf floating against the pavement of the parking lot, and at a distance, the gust blowing through the flags of the stadium's pirate ship. It was amazing to her, how such a place of fun, of entertainment, could be driven by a prostitution ring, a drug lord. This was where Jeff and Shane had been all this time, locked into a world of sin, trying their best to fight it without losing themselves. One seemed to have succeeded thus far, and the other, who sat silently as well, socked feet kicked up on the arm rest of the driver's seat so that they stretched towards her, was dozing off into sleep again, without a care left in the world. Trying not to pain attention to him, she resituated herself on the leather, tugging her sweater's hood down over her head, and kicking off her high heels. Her bare toes, slid across the seat, inches from his hip. Not on purpose of course, but he didn't mind either way.
There was humming a moment or two later, soft, ageless humming that followed the beat of the radio, turned down low. Tiny Dancer. Sheldon was lost aimlessly between Elton's voice and Lily's toes, the sound of scrunching leather under her body, the smell of her classic perfume mixing with a lingering cigarette draft. It felt so good, smelled, tasted even as it filled the air between their resting forms. He continued humming, adding a word or two as the lyrics strengthened, all as quietly as he could of course, sensing she was trying to sleep. When in fact, her eyes were as wide as his would be if he had them. She was fixed on him, curled as close as she could manage to his warmth without 'waking him', and just simply taking him in, privately, for the first time since she had gotten on that plane. Being a psychologist lent her the ability to read people, ever since she was a child she had prided herself in this skill, seeing through people, understanding them, knowing their life story before they opened their mouth. With Jeff, she was coming close, but still blockaded. Tearing down walls was all she wanted, all she was waiting for. Listening to him hum, she eventually saw his lips break further, breathe in, and heard his voice separate from the lyrics to speak to her.
"Your toes are cold." Teased by the randomness of his statement, Lily peered down from where she was laying, to see that her toes, cold indeed from the temperature outside of the car, were pushed into his hip. She immediately drew them back in a curl towards her. "Oh, sorry. Wasn't paying attention."
"Apology not accepted." He pulled his hands out of the pockets of his jacket, blew into them roughly with the heat from his mouth and felt around on the seat for a minute, Lily's brow furrowing at this. A moment later, his warm hands found her feet, freezing, and drew them back from her body as she grew anxious. "What are you doing?"
"Just sit still."
She did as she was told, leaning back against the opposite door as he pulled her feet onto his lap, gently massaging them with the warmth of his hands. It was strange watching him, the courtesy in his boyish ways, how she so remembered Jeffery Sands, in his romantic period of life. Perhaps, she thought, he still had it in him. After a minute or so of rubbing, his hands grew cold again and the music changed his humming, but he kept her feet resting silently on his lap, tapping them with his fingers as he leaned into the seat again, and she fell back into rest. "Hmm…hmm..hm hm hmm…" was all she could hear, her ears draining with him, a harmonic play along the lines of his sensual purr, a few lyrics spilling out. "Remember this one…when was that?"
"Hmm, what?" she replied in a melodious daze.
"The concert, Billy…Elton." There was no response, only a shift of her legs as her feet rested further in his hands. "Oh come on…you remember. You begged me to get those tickets for months."
"Yeah I do." She smiled, listening in on the music that seemed so far gone. "It was the summer of my freshman year…1994?"
"That's it!" he shouted emphatically from the pressure of thinking about it. "94'…"
"Piano Man, my dad loved this song."
"It's a good tune."
As he fell back into a hum, stroking at her feet haphazardly, she could feel her entire body growing warmer, with the mere touch of his hand. There were so many things rumbling in his head, all of the information he had gained over breakfast, without her knowing, without ever letting on he knew a single thing. It had changed him a great deal in the hours following. Where his plan upon waking up had been to give her the coldest of shoulders, and ignore her completely for the remainder of the trip, he had become soft at her tears, at her memories, and feelings, and the pain she indeed had fought at leaving him all those years ago. Lily was not heartless as he so many times tried to convince himself she was, she was scared, she had been frightened into nearly being pregnant, into being alone, and it tore away all of the dexterity, all of the tough skin he had to bind himself in. The only thing keeping him in check as his regular, deviant self, was the still unshed sting of what had happened in Mexico, the thing he swore she would never know. He didn't want her to know him that well, no matter the pills she could induce.
Restless again very quickly, she pulled her legs away from him and sat up in the seat on her knees, reaching back into the trunk of the Explorer for the supposed cooler. There was a mess of things surrounding it, and as she leaned further over the seat, her waist bent until her ass was completely in the air. She had to remind herself that the view was less than complimentary to someone without vision, and only continued grasping for the cooler, not wanting to have to get out in the cold air to fetch it. Jeff felt her body fall into his shoulder countless times in the act, her hip, her feet in his face, and grumbling a few times, he eventually laughed it off.
"What the fuck are you trying to do?"
Her voice, muffled with casual giggling, was distant in the piles of crap, but he could hear the gist enough. "The cooler…it's…too far…."
"Oh Jesus." He shook his head in her direction, finding his hands running the length of her legs, over her jeans, her ass, until he could take a stronghold at her waist where her body was falling over the back of the leather seat. His fingers found skin at the loopholes of her jeans, where her sweater was falling away from her hips, teasing him harshly, but he held strong and waited for her to finish the hunt.
Another second passed quickly as Lily managed to rip the lid off the cooler open with icy hands, and dig into its contents. "Beer." She stated, as if completely expecting such, and wiggled in his grasp as she felt herself falling, yelling to him on the way, "Want one?"
"Does an addict want drugs?" He crooned, pulling back on her waist as she grabbed hold of two bottles. With a yelp, she fell back over the seat, tiredly, into his lap. Her head nearly hit the window of the door, but was rescued by his hand, while the other held tightly to her legs. She looked up at him, a beer in each hand, and a strange smile on her face as she began laughing. "Sam Adams?" she giggled, lifting one to his face, where he could feel the coolness of it draining onto his skin in the hot air of the car.
Reaching out for the bottle, she tucked it into his palm and tried to sit up from his lap. He stopped her though, dropping his bottle to the seat, as well as her own. "How will I ever repay you?"
Lily grew nervous instantly, feeling his mental stare upon her, his hands increasing into heat upon her legs, her neck. She gulped once, and whispered, "No need." But he quickly intercepted her response, "Let me kiss you. For God's sake, don't keep this act running anymore. I can't take it anymore, Lily."
"Jeff…what…?"
"I can't see you, so I need to feel you. I just need…" he bent his head down further to her face in his lap, drawing her lips close to his, "…I gotta taste you again."
Trying to fight it, the way her brain said to, she moved to speak, "I don't think--" and of course, was cut off at the knees. Sands' mouth moved down to completely cover hers, the heat, the sting of his lips pressing into hers, taking in her breath for his own lungs' poison. Lily, shocked at first, eventually brought her hand to rest at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, and he submitted. Shifting the weight of her from his lap onto the back seat completely, he fell atop her, one leg falling off the seat, and another crushed between her thighs, kneading her desperate root. She moaned into the kiss, causing him to stir even more energy into it, everything so natural, everything lighting his perpetual darkness. Without a moment's notice, he shoved his weight into hers, probing at her wet lips with his tongue, desiring only entrance at her will. She succumbed on impact, letting him swipe and savor every inch of her, from mouth to neck, ear to cheek. Everything that wasn't covered by her sweatshirt.
"We shouldn't…" she tried.
Following his cackling, "Then try to stop me…"
She didn't try, and instead let her hands wander up the back of his jacket, under his white t-shirt, as he drew himself down harder upon her. Every second passing he was learning more about her physicality, the small details that had altered. Her hair was shorter, shoulder length as opposed to the way it once dragged her back in endless curls. But it was still curly, soft, and tempting to his fingertips. There was a scar on the side of her neck, just below her right ear, he studied it with his tongue and reminded himself to inquire about it later. Her body felt smaller to him in places, and firmer, more curved in others in particular as he grasped at the front of her sweater. Lily sighed at his touch and moved her hand over his at her breasts, pushing it further down between them, until it rested at the end of her sweater, and Jeff was able to discern what she wanted. As his hand rose beneath the thick cotton, he smiled, feeling her differently than the night before, more relaxed in so many ways. Her skin was tender, warm from the covering, and smooth as he ran his hand upward to where he felt her bra, lace again, he loved her lace. Pushing underneath the boned material, he found her breast twitching for attention, a hardened peak already centered between his thumb and index finger as he cinched it gently. Gasping for air, she held him tighter to permit the action, and he went on, groping at the supple flesh, driving his tongue between her lips again for the moisture he so desired from her.
Lily began to wonder how it had happened this time. Just as quickly, as randomly and sporadic as the night before, just as unexpected in nature and not will. She wanted him, all of him, as badly as she could feel he wanted her, and it only drove the force of their bodies harder together. All of the things that she had told Shane that morning fluttered away, and the only thing left, was Shane's suggestion to her. "He needs to get to know you again…you both need to find out about each other…" It settled at the top of her brain as Jeff's tongue settled on her neck, licking, sucking away her sweetness while his fingers grew rougher around her breast. Lily tried to ignore Shane's idea, but found she simply couldn't, and without thought upon it, finally blurted out in exhaustion, "I was engaged!"
She immediately kicked herself in the ass, mentally. Sands stopped moving entirely upon her, his hand stopped on her breast, his tongue on her jaw, his hips at her thighs. Everything halted in time, as he tried to formulate meaning out of her confession. If he had been capable of seeing her eyes, he might have worried, but instead, as shameless a thing as it was for him to do to her, he laughed. Staying just as close to her body, he chuckled with burning breath onto her face, while she lay timidly under him. "Wow…"
She said nothing in turn. His laughing intensified.
"…you know it's going to take a hell of a lot more than that…to get me out of the mood now."
Wanting to laugh with him, she instead decided to fight it, defy him as was her intent in life. "I'm being serious, Jeff. I was engaged."
"So what's your point? We should not have sex because you are still hot and guys want to marry you? I think my balls are headed in a different direction with that one, sweets." He leaned down again, trying to coax her into his mouth, with his hand again in ministration on her breast and tongue at neck. But she pushed back on his stomach, and looked up at his growing annoyance.
"You're not listening to me."
"Yes I am…and I don't give a shit."
"Sounds like a deal breaker to me, Sheldon."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't care who I am…then how can we do this?"
He sighed, pushing back from her in the sense that he knew there would be no further acts, and found comfort in sitting across from her again, on her side of the car. Lily sat up as well, pushing down her sweater and pouting towards him with anger.
"You always have to make this so damn complicated."
"It is complicated."
"How the hell do you figure, Lily? Seems simple enough to me. Two people who want one thing…why should it matter that you were "yay-close" to getting married, or I slept with any woman I wanted to for eight years?"
Her jaw dropped fashionably at his words, brows catching into a fire together as she leaned over towards him. "This isn't just sex to me."
"Oh…" he cooed, turning towards where he could feel her breath on his glasses, "then I guess now we know we disagree on that little number, what's next?"
She said nothing in disappointment and instead, grabbed her beer from the floor at his feet, her shoes, and the blueprints for Shane, and then pushed her weight through the seats to plop into the driver's chair. Jeff listened carefully to every movement she made, from his side, to the floor and all the way up front when he heard her hand pump against the horn. He didn't laugh, he just listened. Heard a twisting beer cap, a sniffle of her nose, and then, completely unexpectedly, felt his ears blast away with the jolting of the stereo being turned up to full blast. He tried to yell it off, but couldn't be heard past the slicing of electric guitars, drums, beats and rhythms too loud to comprehend at first. He screamed towards her, her name, insinuating remarks, all being calmly chuckled off from the front seat. The entire truck was rumbling with the vibration, shaking with his screaming, the pounding of his fist on the seat towards her. But it was the smile she saw on his face from where she was snuggled, that kept her from turning it down. He was turned on by it, he was learning about her, all over again. And her goal, was about to be achieved.
Twenty-nine years old. A doctor of psychology. And she was breaking down the walls of her first love's heart, her only love's heart, with a screeching Rod Stewart.
In the morning…don't say you love me…
Cause I'll only kick you out of the door.
I know your name is Rita…cause' your perfume's smellin' sweeter
Since when I saw you down on the floor.
As much as he hated to admit it to her, through the bellowing speakers, the crashing sounds of ecstasy, the smell of Chanel wafting through air and nostrils, her insistent screaming of the lyrics at him, he was aroused beyond much comparison. And when there was nothing left to do to convince her he was wrong for what he had said, that he hadn't meant she was just being used for sex like an aforementioned Rita…he found himself joining in plot.
Hank was in the trunk, waiting for him, and Lily was in the front, screaming at him. Since September of 1992, two had played this little game.
He pushed open the back door of the car, jumping down to cold pavement with only socks on, felt around the side of the truck for the back, ripped Hank from the trunk and then managed to come back inside without tripping. He slid against the seat, propping the guitar on his legs in relaxed fashion, facing towards the front where Lily's head had turned, and carefully began strumming, tuning, and then filtering into a full-fledged play of what the radio was giving him. He belted word for word as she laughed at him, the howl in his throat tempting her to kiss his flexing Adam's apple, wishing she hadn't even attempted to win this way.
You won't need too much persuadin'…
I don't mean to sound degradin',
But with a face like that, you got nothing to laugh about.
Giggling wildly, she found herself unable to hold back any longer, knowing that whether it was just sex, or whether it would become something else entirely, she had waited too many days, too many hours, and for that matter too many years to feel him again. She wanted the height she remembered with him, she wanted to scream his name to the sound of her past. And so pushing back on the seat, another accidental honk of the horn and Jeff laughing, she slowly crept into the back again, just between his legs where her body eventually fell victim to the strum of poor, old Hank.
Red lips, hair, and fingernails…
I hear you're a mean old Jezebel.
Let's go upstairs and read my tarot cards…come on!
Not seeing what she was doing made her coming back to him all the more enjoyable, as he grinned at the sensation of her hands sliding down his thighs, towards the one place that had been in pain more times over her name than he could count. She stroked gently over the tightened denim between his legs, bringing her lips down to fiercely suck at his jaw. He could nearly taste the beer from her own breath on his tongue as he inhaled deep, and drew his guitar away to fall onto the floor of the truck. At this, her entire body wiggled out of the front seat to drop down into his lap, her legs eventually wrapping around his waist as he held her to him. Lily had tried to get the best of him, and in the end, had saved herself from regret. And Jeff, had attempted to win over her wit with his own, and eventually, found himself lost to the candy of her lips, the blow of her fingers touch to his most sensitive of places. Childish, sexy, unforgettable. Forever in his mind, and hopefully, forever in his lap like this.
He pulled her body closer into his, settling his tongue under her own, licking and testing the waters for a third round. This time though, already felt right, in comparison. Things had never been easy with Lily, she was a fighter, smart, determined to get her way no matter the loss or pain to get there. It's what he had first admired about her, and it's what kept him trying to inch his way back for more. She was giving into him this time, her hand tucking inside of the front of his jeans, reaching down between loose cotton and soft hair to find that which she was interested in. He groaned into her neck with each short stroke she made to him, a thickening of blood, of release inside of him. Her thighs gripped firmer at his, while he began to lift away her sweatshirt. There was no time for the bra, for teasing, or arousal, they were well past such points. He needed to bury himself deep within her walls, rattle her, shatter her, rock the every roll of her hips, just as he remembered.
"I need you now…" he growled, moving her hand down to unfasten the button and zipper of his jeans, and lolled his head back with gritted teeth as she took a full hold of his erection and brought it out to settle between her legs. "Christ, I need you so bad Lily…"
"Calm down." She laughed anxiously as she moved to struggle with the buttons of her own jeans, "These might present a problem…let me get them off."
Unable to wait any longer, he reached down to assist, tugging at each button with force, even ripping one off of its stitchery, and biting his lower lip devilishly. She stood as best she could in the car and leg by leg removed them to the floor in a heap, her lace garments being all that was left. Reaching up to where he felt her waist, he tucked his thumbs into the stringed side of her panties, and much the same as the night before, stripped them away with a slide against her legs, keeping his mouth hot on the inside of her thigh as he did so. Realizing the uncomfortable position she was in, he leaned back and held her waist firmly, gliding her body back down to his, and holding the head of himself at her heated core. She breathed deep in his hold, and eased her body down upon him, the friction, the tightness he recalled all too well taking over him, leaving him in short gasps for air.
"Uh. Yes…" he panted loudly, smiling, chuckling as she took all of him within her, just as easily as ever before. Her head dropped to his shoulder as she wound her arms tighter at his neck, she breathed deeply, hummed the music in his ear as she gained better comfort in the position. Leaning back a ways, she ran her thumb gently over his lips, kissing quickly and then whispering, "You ready for this, Sparky?"
He grinned, and then interrupted by the stir of the walkie-talkie underneath his leg, a static filled response was made towards them, "Ready for what?!"
Giggling at Jeff's lips, Lily turned her face down to see the gadget's talk button shoved at the muscle in his upper thigh, leaving their act to be heard by all accompanying ears. Reaching down to remove it from its wedged position, Jeff caught her hand entirely out of sense and led it back to his neck. "Come on…let's entertain the poor bastards."
"My god…you are sick." At this mention, he bucked his hips roughly towards her, into her, and she yelped with shock and laughter all the same. "Never gonna change, Tiger Lily." Her mind fell into the past as the devil in him protruded from lips to fingertips.
"Don't you dare change on me, Sheldon. I might not hate you when you do…but it's going to be a hell of a lot harder to get me to stay."
Stay with me…
Stay with me…
For tonight you better stay with me.
Digging her fingernails into his back, she challenged his movement with her own hips, grinding down against him, leaving his face contorted of all relief, only stress, desperation, bliss. The intercom of the walkie-talkie continued blaring with questions, shouts, begging throughout the still blaring music.
"What are you two doing in there?" Shane shouted out, amused.
"Hundred bucks says they're fucking." Andy answered her from his own speaker with pleasured chuckling. And Carter, stopped dead in his tracks somewhere between Gate 6 and 7 of the Stadium, screeched out in an echo, "No! Jeff, you fucker…that car is on my credit card!"
Carter's worries only worked to increase the speed, the agility and determination in their movements together. Lily moaned into his body as he dug further within her, pulling her hips to and from him, up and down against the throbbing pressure of his length, needing to feel every bit of resistance their bodies held together, needing to break down the mold of what he had once created.
Dipping himself between the walls of her being, he felt the strained, pulsating center of her, the origin of all weakness deep within her body, and managed to touch down into that spot stroke after stroke, thrust upon breathless thrust. Lily fell into his body with minimal strength left, forgetting just how good, how quick he actually was at this, and he took to holding her closer to him, continuing the work himself, pumping harder, faster, grunting against the changing music so that anyone willing to listen, could hear his distress.
"Jeff…please…Oh God…" she begged, leaning into his chest, her nails nearly cutting through the skin of his neck, his hair wet with the combination of cold outside and heat inside the car. Her body was growing limp as he groaned in her ear, "Shit…I'm almost…Lily…I'm gonna…"
"Don't even think about it, fucker!" Carter yelled once more from beneath them. "That shit will never come out of leather!"
Reaching a boiling point he had waited for, she had waited for, they were forced into a quickened end pace with the shouting and laughing nestled at his thigh bone, the music filling their heads. Sands felt Lily's body tighten down around him, cinching at the trappings within, bringing him to a point of release, as she herself gave way to one final scream. The tip of his solid being grazed over her sweetest spot once more, a throb, a hum, a clenching hold on his body like nothing else in this world, and Lily covered him with her sizzling juices, pulse by sexy pulse against him. Jeff, well aware of his own need to let loose, dug his socks further into the carpet, his hands held her right where he needed her body, spent and hovering at his weakest spot, he dug in once more with a violent, exploding thrust, and found himself leaking quickly inside of her. The way he needed it.
"Fuck yes…" He shouted into the open air over her head, his glasses tilting off of his nose with ecstasy, excitement. His body was tingling within her, the still throbbing desire of her resting quietly against him, breath trickling down his neck, his chest. Even in the darkness, he saw light.
The easy, timid silence had been broken. And within its breaking point, relief, understanding, an acceptance had been found. Jeff had found what he needed, while giving Lily everything she required and more. Even Carter's hesitance in stains could not have brought them down from the natural necessity.
Lily smiled into his neck, breathing in the sweat, the burn of him, as she slowly began moving away from him to get dressed again. But he stopped her, holding her head to his shoulder still and her legs to his waist, just wanting to keep feeling everything he couldn't let go of yet. Nothing had to be said, the laughter, the calm beating of their noisy, crazy hearts was enough for now.
An hour passed quickly. Dressed warmly again, Lily had moved into the front seat so Jeff could stretch out and sleep. She managed to help Shane, Carter and Andy entirely on her own, with only one mistake in reading the blueprints. Most of the time she spoke with them, although they pretended nothing had taken place between her and Jeff, there was a great deal of unspoken humor. She appreciated this, especially as she turned in the seat, numerous times, just to stare over his peaceful form, his chest rising and falling in REM, his socks, his messy hair pulled away from his face so that she could see his cheeks, his twitching brow, the glasses that forever covered his eyes. It took her to another place entirely. Another time as well.
She watched him without a single intent in prescribing him drugs, or "fixing" him. She hadn't seen him so at peace, so calm since meeting him again. He was constantly wired, always edgy, and never trusting. This had changed now. In her mind, in her normal, average, 'Chatham Bay-girl' mind, Jeff just needed someone to care for him.
No pills, no ink blots, just honest interest and care.
