Chapter 19 - Motion

He starts to worry when the tension between Juliet and himself doesn't get any better, it just builds up.

Sometimes he watches her, moving around the house, or when he can see her in the motor pool at work. He imagines what would happen if he just grabbed her and kissed her. If the reality was half as good as his fantasy's he would be a very happy man.

She hadn't shown any indication that she was interested, and if she had how would he know what she wanted? She might want a full on relationship, which worried him and excited him. Or she might just want something physical, which he would do, but he knew that anything between them couldn't be only physical for him.

One night he got home from the evening shift and no one was home, he was surprised as she must have gone to the party going on without him. Probably dragged there by someone. The memory of their drunken kiss at the party they went to a little while ago surfaces, and it motivates him to get ready and go meet her.

When he walks in she has her back to him and he admires her form. Images of his fantasies flash through his mind as he makes his way over, not taking his eyes off her and ignoring everyone around him.

When he gets to her he stands closely behind her, her scent driving him wild. She is alone and he speaks with his mouth tantalizingly close to her ear. 'Hey there sexy, you fancy coming home with me tonight?'

She turns her head and he can see her smile, she keeps her back to him. 'Depends, what's on offer?' She's teasing him. She's teasing him and he loves it.

He places one hand on her hip and uses the other to put her hair behind her ear. 'Well sugar, you can go to bed alone, or you can go to bed with me. Naked'

She was just about to reply when Horace approaches. He curses Horace. Why can't they all just leave them the hell alone.

Juliet turns to face Horace and James puts his arm around her, her hip feels good under the fabric of her dress. He finds it hard to concentrate on the conversation as he imagines lifting the dress over her head.

Horace hands him a beer at least. Juliet excuses herself and he lets his hand skim her ass as she moves away. She gives him a cheeky smile over her shoulder as she walks away, and he watches her move until she is out of sight.

He kept an eye on her as the night went on, and when she was with him he had a arm around her. When they sat down he stretched his arm over the back of her chair and smiled when she put a hand just above his knee under the table.

When its time to go home he asks if she wants to go home with him or if she wants him to call her a cab. She laughs and nudges him with her shoulder. He grabs her hand and intertwines their fingers for the walk home.

He starts to feel nervous, and she seems to feel the same. He looks over at her, her blonde hair straight and blue eyes reflecting the moon light.

When they reach the front door she drops his hand. He misses the contact. 'Fuck it!' she looks at him to see what he is swearing for as he grabs her hand and spins her, pulling her against him and kissing her in one motion.

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She knows she needs to do something, or someone, as the tension mounds up in the house.

She has to bite her lip when she sees him moving around, imagining what he could do to her with those strong arms. She fantasizes about different scenarios between them, the kitchen side, the shower, the couch, anywhere!

He flirted with her, and she flirted back. But she wasn't sure if it was in jest or not. He could just be joking about it all, and waiting for the glorious Kate to swoop in and rescue him. Kate had no idea what a caring man James actually was. In the back of her mind she knew it wasn't just physical, and if anything did happen she couldn't be emotionally detached.

Amy had dragged her along to one of the Dharma parties one evening, she felt guilty for not being home when James got in from work, but couldn't think of any excuses good enough to get rid of Amy's relentless invites.

She had a few beers and chatted with people until James arrived. She smiled inwardly every time he touched her, she loved his protectiveness.

On the way home when he held her hand it seemed more intimate than anything they had done together. He seemed nervous, and she was anticipating what could be on the cards for the night.

When they got to the porch she dropped his hand and immediately missed the contact. His proclamation made her jump and when he spun her round she lost her balance and fell into his hard chest.

She kissed him back with every ounce of passion she could muster and slid her hands up into his hair. His hands were splayed out on her back pushing her closer into him.

She was lost in him, she forgot everything but him.

The spell broke when they received some cat-calls from across the quad. They broke apart and James shouted 'Dammit Miles!' over his shoulder before turning back and smiling at her. The smile made her week at the knees. She was stupefied from the kiss and just started back at him.

He took hold of her hand gently, kissed it without breaking eye contact then used it to gently pull her inside the house.

Once he shut the front door behind them he pounced on her. His hands where all over her, touching her, undressing her. She couldn't think, and was surprised when she realized he had managed to get her down the hall to her room.

He stopped kissing her in the doorway, his body pressing her up against the door frame. She could feel his arousal and still taste him on her lips. He rested his forehead against hers and looked her in the eye. They were both panting and she slid her hands to rest on his chest. After a beat he whispered 'Are you sure?'

The tiny nod she gave as a reply was the only permission he needed as his mouth swooped down to her neck and his hands continued on their journey.

She unbuttoned his shirt as he backed her towards the bed. His hands squeezing her ass, pushing her harder against him. When she ground her hips teasing him he growled deep in his throat, releasing her long enough to lift her dress over her head. Once he had thrown the offending garment away he dived on her causing her to fall back onto the bed and let out a giggle.

Once on the bed his mouth started its own trail and she fought unsuccessfully to keep down moans.

She wasn't sure when or how he got them both naked, but before she knew it he was hovering over her. She had never heard him speak in such a way as he tenderly told her she was beautiful.

When he released he called her name and collapsed on top of her her. A tangle of limbs and sweat. She felt her eyes nearly well up when he looked up at her and lovingly repeats her name again.

Then in one motion he rolls them both so she is laying half over him, head on his chest, and she falls asleep listening to his heartbeat and feeling his hand lightly stroking her back . . . .