General consensus suggested I do a few more chapters, so I think I'll bring this story up to twenty, maybe even more. I think we're in for some fluff, miscellaneous activity and another sexy time addition (one being in this chapter) or two. Suggestions on what more you guys would like to see will be taken with utmost consideration.
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Assuming Jack
Rudy met us at the airport to take us to the house I've lived in but aren't familiar with at the moment. It's weird, I know.
Rudy pulls up to Kim's... our town house. It's huge. I can't believe that me, little Jack Brewer lives here. I don't even have the slightest feeling of deja vu.
"Welcome home again, Jack," Kim says with a smile and kisses my cheek. "Do you remember anything about our house?" she asks hopefully.
"I wish I did," I sigh, waiting for Rudy to bring my wheelchair around. I open my door and try to launch myself with my arms to twist in the motion to land in my chair. Being a black belt, it seemed simple enough.
"Mother fucker!" I shout holding my back. Jesus that went poorly.
"Jack!" Kim yells, her and Rudy are at my side in seconds. "Why would you do that, you idiot?"
"Um, because I'm an idiot?" Did she not just answer her own question? I roll over and pull myself up into the chair with more effort than I wanted.
I try to wheel myself, but Kim takes over, pushing me to the door. "Jack, take it easy. You know Dr. Ambrose told you to take it easy. Why can't you just let me spoil you? Anyone else would love the attention."
I roll my eyes. "I'm not most people, Kim. I've been taking care of myself since I was seventeen. I don't remember more than a year of it, but I did it. And after seeing twenty year old me naked, I'd say I've done a pretty good job."
"I've seen you naked too, Jack." Oh yeah... "You've done a great job." Kim kisses my cheek and I chuckle. Have I told you just how adorable she is yet?
"You're not shy, are you?" I ask with one raised brow.
"If you still had your memories, you wouldn't be either." This time she leans over and kisses me under my left ear and I involuntarily shudder.
"Does that always make me do that?" I ask, scratching my neck.
"Mhmm."
"Guys. Still here."
"Sorry Rudy," me and Kim apologize simultaneously.
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Assuming Kim
I've shown Jack around the house for the second time. I finished the tour with his bedroom. Time to bring up something I know he won't enjoy. "Jack, I know you hate it, and you can almost do it yourself now, but..."
"I know. I'm starting to smell," Jack admits in defeat.
"I'm sorry, Beast," I say with a pout. "You can do most of it and I'll get the spots you can't quite get yet."
"Beast?" Jack asks with a hint of a smirk.
"You used to call me Beauty. It was the only cutesy couple name you would use. I called you beast, you know, like Beauty and the Beast. And because let's be honest, look at you." Jack can't help but smile. He's an adorable sucker for my compliments. "Wait a minute... stop changing the subject by being cute!" I snap. "Bath time."
"But I don't wanna!" Jack turns his chair and rolls for the door.
"You roll back here this instant, Brewer!" I give chase.
"Nu uh!" Why is he so fast? I catch him at the stairs though, and he finally gives in. I wheel him back to the bathroom and he stops in the doorway, looking at the sink with a defeated expression.
"Jack, do you want me to give you a shower? We'll just sit you down and go from there," I offer.
Jack looks like he's thinking it over. "A shower sounds great, but...
"But what?" It's not a challenge.
"Wouldn't you have to get in, too?" Jack looks guilty as if he's pushing me into it.
"You've seen me naked before, Jack," I point out.
"I don't have that memory!" Why's he getting mad over this? "As far as I'm concerned, I've never seen you naked, I've never touched you in a sexual way and you've never touched me like that. I'm afraid that if I get all hot and bothered by seeing you completely exposed and water running down your body, I'll want to do things to you. I'll be really nervous, and I'm far from one hundred percent so I'll just let you down." Okay, so that's what's up.
"Okay, um... how do I approach this... I'm wet thinking about last time." Simple and to the point, right?
"Wow, um, alright." Jack's been turning red a lot lately. I love it.
"If you're uncomfortable, I can wear a bathing suit." I can understand that. He's a lot further behind then I am in the physical affection game.
Jack doesn't say anything else, but tries to take his t-shirt off. He's still far from one-hundred percent, so he doesn't get past his chest. I can see the look of pissed defeat on his face and it adds another chips away another piece of my heart.
I take his shirt off the rest of the way and I drop to my knees before him. I kiss his sternum, where the hem of his shirt had stopped. He looks at me and smiles softly, telling me he's okay.
I hear his breath hitch which I undo the tie of his sweatpants. "I'm going to need your help for the rest of this, Jack," I say as he holds onto my shoulders. Together, we begin to stand up. By the time he's fully standing, his face is red from effort and his breathing is a little heavy. Take away another chip.
Jack centers himself and smiles before kissing the tip of my nose. Pride shines in his eyes. Last week, he couldn't stand at all. Put that chip back.
Jack keeps his hold on me as I lower his sweats and boxer briefs in one motion. I go down to my knees again and slowly, gently lift one leg and then the other so I can get them off his ankles. He stands right in front of me completely naked.
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Assuming Jack
Kim has me standing right in front of her without a stitch one, my hold on her shoulders provides my only balance. "Kim, you're staring."
She takes my hardening length in one hand kisses the tip before standing back up. "Sorry," Kim bites her lip and gives me a subtle twist before letting go. That alone is enough to roll my eyes back.
My eyes refocus as Kim begins to lift her shirt at a torturously slow pace, making it impossible not to notice every fine tuned muscle on her torso. She reveals a plum purple bra with black lace. "Kim, you're doing this on purpose," I accuse her.
"What do you mean?" Kim asks innocently, but her maintaining eye contact while shimmying down her black leggings to show matching panties isn't the least bit innocent. She unhooks her bra and tosses it over my head.
I win this round, because she's trying to be flirty and sexy but... "Kim, you remember I can't reach my face, right?"
"Oh shit, sorry!" A brief moment passes before I can see again. I realize it's game on again because she used that distraction to rid herself of her panties. Now we stand toe to toe, nothing between us but air and my own hesitation.
Kim brushes past me and over to turn on the water. "Oh come on, Kim! You're making this so much harder than it has to be."
"I'm making it harder, or I'm making you harder?" She glances over her shoulder with a wicked grin.
"You're trying to seduce me!"
"Is it working?" Kim has the audacity to ask with a smirk.
"It absolutely is, but that's not the point!"
"Sorry!" Kim shouts, running a hand through her hair, the other on her hip. "I've been... taking care of myself lately, since you got home, really."
"Is that why you've been whimpering with your back turned to me?" I ask, my jaw hanging wide open. She bites her lips and looks at her painted toenails, telling me I'm right. "And this whole time I was feeling bad for you because I thought you were having bad dreams!"
"I said sorry!" Kim says again, a little louder.
"Don't be sorry," I groan. "You're used to a more physical relationship with me, and you want that back. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, now or with clothes on." She smiles at that. "I'm guessing I was pretty nervous at first. I probably played it off confidently."
"You seemed to handle it like a champ. You weren't shy at all about it afterwards," Kim shrugs. She turns to get into the shower and emboldened by our conversation, I take it upon myself to smack her ass. I didn't leave a handprint. I still consider myself a gentleman.
Kim squeaks and rolls her eyes with a smile at my action. "Get in here." She takes my hands, and with her help, I'm able to waddle more or less into the shower.
My eyes close as soon as the hot water from the spray hits my body. After being subjected to Kim's bed baths, this shower is heavenly. "Ah!" I say in ecstasy.
"Jack, are it okay? Do you need to sit down?" Kim asks hurriedly, a hand on my stomach and another on my back for support.
"That was a sound of pure pleasure, Kim," I say with my eyes still closed. "It feels like it's so long since I took a real shower.
Kim kisses my neck and sighs. "If you prefer, we can do this until you can handle it yourself." She kissed my chest and leans against me. Her skin is hot, wet and silky. She feels divine pressed against me.
"I think I like the sound of that. Can we sit down, though? My legs aren't feeling great." Did they hit me with a baseball bat a few times? What didn't they do to me?
Kim gets down and presses a soft kiss to both ny thighs and gently starts tugging me down by my hands. Once I'm down, she goes around me and sits between my legs. "Better?" She leans back, her head against my chest.
"Much." I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. She sighs and nuzzles into my neck for my troubles. "Kim, am I being an idiot?"
"What?" Kim turns partially so she can see me. "Why do you think you're being an idiot? Is it because I called you one in the driveway? I was joking! I mean, you need to be more careful, but I wouldn't say..."
"No Kim, not that. About us." I need to learn to communicate more instead of assuming and worrying. That's the basis for relationships, right? "You've been with me through a lot. Through this, and through stuff I don't have any memory of. When I forgot who you were, you didn't give up. You made me fall in love again."
"I couldn't leave you, Jack. Even though you didn't remember me, didn't love me, it wasn't your fault. I never stopped loving you." Kim's voice is soft and quiet, adding in her thoughts but bot controlling where the conversation goes. "I want to go back to where we were, Kim. You broke down my walls before with just who you are, and you're still here. I'm taking my walls down on my own, Kim. I'm pushing it myself, because we've both put the work in already."
I slowly slide both my hands up from where they were on her belly, over the underside of her breasts to cup them fully. Kim sighs as I begin to massage her perky globes.
"Jack, I'm not going to tell you to stop, but don't think you need to do anything for me," Kim tells me, her breath hot on my neck.
I tilt her head just enough so I can suck her bottom lip to make it look even more plump and desirable, if that's possible. "I'm done fighting, Kim. That's what this is." I whisper in her ear while I move one hand lower, back down to her belly but I keep going.
"Jack!" Kim gasps as I brush two fingers over her clit. She takes a hold of my hand and brings it back to her little nub. She applies a bit of pressure and sets the pace. "I love your hands, have I ever told you that? I love how rough your skin is, but your touch is so gentle," Kim praises before she licks a long line up my neck.
I increase my speed and Kim rolls her hips to meet my fingers. "As much as I love driving you crazy, I think we should wash up and get out before the water goes cold," I suggest. Kim groans, but before I let her move, I run a finger down between her lips and curl it once, the slickness having a noticeable difference than the feeling of the spray. Before it can be washed away, I suck Kim's taste into my mouth and I'm not sorry.
Kim's eyes are dark and full of want and need. "Let's hurry up then." Kim quickly washes us both up within minutes and has us dried up and out. She helps me onto the bed, neither of us having bothered getting dressed.
"Get up here," my voice is gravely as I anticipate what me and this little vixen have in store for each other. I'm not quite back to full strength, so Kim's going to have to do the heavy lifting.
Kim starts at my knees and kisses her way up both my thighs, mixing it up with an occasional long lick. Her tongue is like wet velvet on my skin. She doesn't stop at my fully erect member, but drags her lips over the underside before dipping her tongue into my belly button. She continues up my torso, only slowing down long enough to nip at both of my nipples playfully, never breaking eye contact the whole way up.
Our mouths finally meet in a sloppy kiss that leaves us gasping for air before we're done. "Grab the headboard," I order.
"You want me to..." Kim sounds unsure, but she knows what I'm asking.
"Yes," I cut her off. She scoots further up and grabs the headboard of the bed with one hand while she hovers her core over my face, here other hand steadying herself on my chest. Tentatively, she lowers herself.
I flick out my tongue quickly but only once as a test. That alone makes her moan. The second lick is just as gentle but longer, going from one end of her slit to the other.
"Oh..." Kim lightly jolts above me as I get a taste of her. I dig deeper and drag out each lap as I go, her juices and sighs letting me know I'm on the right track. "Faster, please?" Kim's voice nearly begs.
"Lower please?" She does as asked and I strike a new depth, the way her she squeezes her walls of muscular silk to meet the strokes of my tongue. "That's my girl," I murmur against her soft folds with her own oh so unique scent. She shudders at the rumble in my voice and my lips meet a new wave of delicious excitement.
Her hand leaves my chest and three fingers go to work on her protruding bundle of nerves. She's whimpering none stop and I sacrifice depth for speed until she cries out and shakes, rocking on my face whether she wants to or not. I clean up as much of her sweet nectar as I can before she removes herself and falls beside me.
"I wasn't too horrible, was I?"
Kim runs a hand through her hair and stares at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling. "Boom," she pants, still coming down.
"Boom?" I ask with a smirk.
Kim rolls onto her side and smiles lazily. "Boom." She leans in and we meet in an open mouth kiss. Her tongue wraps around mine and strokes. I'm guessing she can taste herself on my tongue. I really hope she can.
We break apart and she rests her head on my chest, an arm draped over my stomach, but it seems lightless. Even in recovering orgasm brain, she thinks to make sure she never hurts me. I don't think I will ever regret removing my walls for Kim Crawford.
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Assuming Kim
I wake up alone, no sexy yet injured boyfriend by my side to snuggle. Where could he have gone to without asking me?
I slip on my burgundy fleece robe and slippers before making my way out of Jack's room. We've been sleeping together... not like that... since we got home so I can make sure he's okay, so can assure myself he's okay.
There's a faint light in my room... I don't remember leaving anything on. I pad across the hall and peek into my room. My guard dogs Rudy and Jerry would have gone off had it been an intruder.
"Jack, what are you doing?" I ask when I see that it's him. "Why are you on my bed and using my laptop?"
"Hmm. This does look a little weird, doesn't it?" Jack asks, looking up at me and awkwardly tilting his head to the side.
"A little bit. So what's going on?" I walk in and close the door. I get on the bed and he scoots forward with some effort. Every movement he has to make is calculated so he doesn't hurt himself, the poor guy. He relaxes when I put a leg on either side of his hip, my hands massaging and working the sore muscles of his neck, shoulders and upper back.
"I'm just... building, doing research. I'm using social media and gossip websites to learn more about me, you, us." Jack sighs as my hand hits an extra knotted muscle. "I'm on your laptop because I don't have one."
"You have a laptop. You keep it under your bed. You just haven't used it since last semester. And why didn't you just come to me?" I sound a little upset, but I am. This is the kind of thing I want him to come to me for. I'm here for him, but he went right around me.
"You were sleeping, and you look so peaceful, so angelic... I couldn't wake you with my stupid questions," Jack admits.
"There's no stupid question you could ask about what's happened to your life in the years you can't recall, Jack." I place an open mouthed kiss to his neck and he hums.
"I couldn't wait till morning, you know? Do you know what it's like to go to sleep as an eighteen year old in highschool and wake up a twenty year old college guy with a perfect girl and a dream job? There's a lot that could fill that gap, and with my life before now, I needed answers."
"I'm sorry, Jack." I wrap my arms around him and hug him gently. I don't want to hurt anything.
"I do have one question... what's #JackStrong? I Googled me to see what I've been up to, and that pops up a lot."
"#JackStrong. That was a fan made move supporting your situation." Jack tenses. "People know your story, Jack. All those flowers, all those stuffed animals and cards are our fans. Fans of you, fans of me, our shippers."
"Shippers?" Jack asks. I forgot he has 2014 brain. I'm surprised he can work Windows 10.
"People that follow our relationship. We're 'Kick'. People have been following us since the video of us singing karaoke in Northborough," I feel him in. "Anyway, #JackStrong. People have been sending you love and support, and people going through or have been through similar things are finding strength in you, Jack," I tell him proudly. "Have you listened to our song, Phoenix? People are calling it A Song For Jack now. It always has been."
"That's another thing I want to do, Kim. I feel like I've been robbed. I lost the memory of over two years of my life. I lost everything I had with you. Hearing about it doesn't give me those feelings back, Kim. And I am so sorry you had to restart from the bottom up with how I feel about you. I know you want to say it's not my fault but it still hurts me that you had to go through that. I can't be the only case. I WANT my story shared, I want people to share their experiences with each other."
My eyes grow wide because I think I know where he's going. "Let's start a non-profit!"
"Exactly! It'll be a place for survivors of muggings, beatings, jumpings and abuse. A place they can come and share with people like me, better or worse. We can not only be support, but we can do awareness campaigns and raise funds to get people on their feet again. I want to do this, Kim."
"You're the perfect guy for it, Jack. You're rich now, technically. You're strong, beautiful and a celebrity, but it still happened to you. It sucks, but I love what you're doing with your experience. You can give these victims a voice and create an awareness they've never had." Jack Brewer will never cease to amaze me.
"Kim, it's tearing me up inside so I have to know," Jack's voice cracks and I rush to sit in front of him, I need to see his eyes. "How hard was it for you when I didn't remember? How hard was it for you to see me and think I didn't love you anymore?"
Oh fuck. "It hurt a lot, Jack. More than I told anyone and more than I thought it ever could." I can feel a hot tear streak down my face, and one of Jack's own slips through. "I know though, that it wasn't what you wanted. It wasn't out of hate or fallout. I knew I would get you back, through a memory return or through starting again like this. I first met you when you saved me from rape. You first met me when you woke up in the hospital, you first met me when I was already in love with you. I love you so much Jack, there's no way I could just let you go because of a time slip. If that comma would have had you out for a month, I wouldn't have left for a month."
Jack springs forward, ignoring the pain he must feel. We hold each other and his muscles have to be burning from the power of his hug. "I love you too, Kim. So much. The scars I have now are fresher than when you met me the first time, but you still make me feel like I can heal, like I can feel better, good about myself. I've never felt comfortable, happy. I've always looked over my shoulder and waited for anything good in my life to fall through the floor. I fell through the floor, but damn did you catch me."
"Jack, I'll always catch you, because you catch me everytime I wake up. My life doesn't feel like work, doesn't feel lonely. You showed me what it is to be a person, not just a talent."
Jack pulls away from the hug and takes my hands. So softly he whispers, "Marry me."
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So are we okay with this chapter? Am I making up for everything I've put our little Kick through?
Between two jobs, college, winter depression that only the U.P. of Michigan can deliver, I was ready to start passing out coupons for one free roundhouse. Much to my credit, I didn't hurt anyone, though. I was this close I I today!
As always, thank you everyone for staying with me. Your reviews and support make me want to keep rolling with all the punches.