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Day 6 - Favorite scene that you can watch over and over again
8x21
Jackson wonders if they were fated to end up like this. If there was something that may have indicated to him, when he first met April in Mercy West, that she would one day end up giving him her virginity, and he would love every single second of it.
April had blown his mind last night. Sure, her inexperience meant that she was careful, cautious with her movements, a little unsure sometimes, he'd never been more into the sex in his whole life. He wanted to be there, he wanted to be present for every single second, and it had been mind blowing how different the sex had felt with her. It had felt… more. That's the only way he could think to describe it.
And then she'd let him sleep next to her, cuddled into his chest, and held him close, and even though he'd always disliked sharing a bed with someone, preferring his own personal space, he'd held on to her just as tight.
He's already dressed, since he was up early. He puts the other shoe on and ties it up, pulling his trouser over it.
He smiles at her sleeping figure, watching the rise and fall on her chest. Her body was covered by the fabric of a thin sheet, but her jostling had pulled it down, to expose a creamy breast. She was a beauty.
He watched her as she moved sleepily moved her hands above her head, and stretched her body. She let them fall on the bed, but the movement had made her breasts stick out towards him, almost invitingly. He didn't want to do anything she may not be comfortable with, because after all, she'd just lost her virginity to him only last night.
But there was this almost magnetic pull towards her, and he'd found out last night, that virgin maybe, but April was by no means shy when it came to sex.
He brought a finger up to her shoulder, tracing the skin towards her collarbone, and feeling goosebumps erupt on her to his touch. It was so sexy that she reacted to him even in her sleep.
He leaned down, shooting a glance up to her face to catch her expression, before he took a bud in his mouth, circling it around with his tongue. He saw her face change, her lips fall open as she sighed so softly. He pulled on it slightly with his teeth, and a small smile began to graze her face.
He smirked against her, as he slipped his hand underneath the sheet and found her other breast, taking a handful and squeezing it, earning a gasp.
He let her go with a pop of his mouth, as he continued dropping kisses down her body, watching her thighs part involuntarily.
He dropped a kiss to her skin, just above her already wet mound, and watched her eyes flutter open in surprise.
"Jackson." She moans, dropping a hand down to grab his curls, and he wonders for a slight second if she plans to ask him to stop, but instead she presses his face against her heat.
"Please?" She asks, and it's the absolutely wanton desire he sees in her mixed with the most innocent sounding request, that makes him dip his head, and eat her out like a starved man, only pulling away when she's bone dry.
"That-that was… woah." She chuckles, breathlessly.
"Yeah?" He asks her, before tangling a hand in her hair, kissing her feverishly.
She pulls him closer to her by his tie, responding to his lips.
"Who needs an alarm, right?" He grins, while shooting a glance downwards.
"Uh huh." She nods, still in a daze, a wide grin on her face but he can tell she's still coming down from her high.
"Go get dressed." He tells her, dropping a kiss to her chin, before moving away from her.
She giggles and turns around on the bed, pulling the sheet up to her chest, "We had sex last night."
He turns back to her, as he pulls on his jacket, smiling tenderly, "Yeah, we did."
She nods again, still wearing that Cheshire Cat smile.
"I wanna do it again." She whispers, and her eyes go wide, almost as if she was surprising herself with the admission.
He was hoping she'd say that, "Not until I take you out."
"Yeah?" She asks, trying not to let her glee come through, but forgetting momentarily that he could read her like a book.
"Yeah."
"Why are you ready so early?" She asks, her back against her headboard, and her legs stretched out in front of her.
"I need to get my lucky pencil, remember?"
"Oh yes," She chuckles, "You're so lame."
He gasps in fake hurt, "You take that back."
"Nope. Don't want to." She tells him defiantly.
He walks quickly up towards her, and before she can react, pulls her to the edge of the bed. He gets down on his knees, parting her legs in one swift movement.
"I think this might change your mind." He grins mischievously, before setting his mouth on her to work her again. This time, however, he doesn't come up for air until she's begging him to.
"Is my pencil lame?" He asks, nuzzling her very sensitive nerves with his nose, as her hips thrust up at the sensation.
"Yes." She squeaks out, and he darts his tongue out, before she's pushing at his face, "I'm joking. I can't anymore."
He comes up to face her, and she looks at him, exhausted, "Say it."
"Your pencil isn't lame." She says, and goes to roll her eyes, before he pecks her lips.
"Good."
"I can't feel my legs." She says, "I can't feel them."
He quietly laughs at how genuinely worried she sounds, "You're welcome."
He quickly runs out of the room, dodging the pillow she throws towards him.
Jackson couldn't keep the grin off his face, as he walked down hallway, leading to his mother's room. April, was enchanting. He'd never been so enamored by a person before, but since last night, it felt as if he'd been aimlessly walking around a dark room, and someone had finally switched on the light. It was almost frightening how easy it had been for them to transition into lovers. Sexual chemistry wasn't something that could be faked. It had nothing to do with experience or skills, but more to do with finding someone who's body and presence felt as if it was made for you. He'd long thought that was a bunch of love sick bullshit, until he'd slept with a very virgin April who'd managed to know exactly what to do to get him undone.
He was thinking about how he couldn't wait to get back to her, when he knocked on the door of his mother's hotel room. He could hear the rustling of feet behind the door, and the lock clicking open, and he smiled at the welcoming figure of…. Richard Webber?!
He was confused, so very confused.
"Good morning, ?" He almost asked, tearing his gaze away from his Chief, basically his boss, dressed in a robe, "I, uh thought this was my mom's room. I must have heard her wrong, sorry-"
"Oh, uh, no no, just wait a minute." Richard says, looking just as uncomfortable as Jackson seemed to feel right now.
Jackson stayed put, wondering whether the senior doctor would by any chance have his mother's actual room number, and he was off to retrieve that, when his mother, dressed in a very similar robe, popped her head through the door.
"Morning, baby. Here's your pencil. Okay, now remember-"
Jackson couldn't exactly hear anything, she said next because utter shock on occasion led to momentary incapacity to do anything, but stand very straight, mouth wide open.
"Alright, honey, good luck." His mother, kissed him on the cheek, and closed the door.
Jackson found himself unable to move for a moment, recounting the fact that he had just seen his mother, and Richard Webber, in a room together, dressed in robes. Oh hell no. He was going to be sick. If he didn't get some air, or jump off a high building, he was going to lose his mind.
He found himself speed walking back towards April's room, wanting more than anything to have his best friend to tell him, that she'd noticed how sometimes, he saw things that weren't really there, a mirage of sorts. That's what it was, because no way in hell was Richard Webber banging his mom. Oh hell no.
"Richard Webber is banging my mom."
"What?!"
April, whom he had found in their bathroom, wearing a towel, was in the process of blow drying her hair. Well, right now, she was merely staring at him through the mirror, blow dryer shooting warm air into her stunned face.
He recounted the events of that morning, while April remained on her spot, completely flabbergasted. Why was this happening to him?
"I'm going to fail. I'm going to go the exam room, and then I'm going to be thinking about how Richard Webber banged my mom, and then stood around the room with her wearing matching robes." He yells, quite hysterical at this point, willing himself not to lose his shit, even though he very much wants to.
To top it all off, after the initial shock had worn off, April was laughing. A lot.
"Yes, please, laugh at my pain, April." He rolls his eyes at her, and pouts.
"Aw, I'm sorry," She says through giggles, even though she doesn't sound the least bit sorry at all, "What can I do to make it better, hm?"
She walks up to him, and places her arm around his waist, and he pulls her closer, his fingers toying with the opening of her towel.
"Well, I mean there's one way." He smirks at her, but she swats his hand away when he attempts to slip in between the folds.
"How are you in the mood after that?" She asks him, shaking her head at his constant enthusiasm. It wasn't his fault April could get him going even after a traumatic experience.
He shrugs, and she leans in to him, standing on her tip toes to kiss him, languidly. He deepens the kiss, and she pulls back, but keeps her hands on his face.
"Look, your mom is a gorgeous, smart, strong and brilliant woman, and men like are going to be attracted to her, and she's going to be attracted to them, because she doesn't stop being a woman, just because she's your mother." April tells him, and he knows she's right. His mother was allowed to date, although she did it sparingly when he was growing up, most probably to avoid hurting his feelings. He was an adult now, so he really had no say.
"Okay, fine, you're right, but why did I have to find out like that?" He groans, dropping his head to her shoulder, reliving the mortifying situation, "Also, Richard Webber of all people. Not only is he my chief, but he's not exactly boyfriend of the year."
"Jackson!" She chastises him, and he kisses her shoulder, before she pulls him up to face her.
"Look, you don't chose who you're attracted to. Sometimes it just happens, and it takes you by surprise, and you can't really fight it." Her voice is a low hum, and she bites her lip towards the end, as she searches his eyes. Who was her to argue with that logic?
"Hm, you're right." He agrees with her, because he hadn't expected to be so in lust with his best friend, that he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
"Of course I am. I'm always right." She pushes her hair behind her shoulders, and smirks. He chuckles in agreement, as he slaps her butt, a little too hard, and she squeals in surprise.
While April was changing, he was seated on the bed, facing the wall, as per her orders, since she didn't want him to see her naked. It made no sense to him at all.
There's a knock on the room door and he raises a brow at April who was covering her chest with her arms, "Oh I ordered room service."
"Great." He smiles, as she disappears behind the wall for him to go and retrieve the food.
He opens the door, however to his, now fully dressed, mom who looks at him with same kind of confusion he had felt when he'd first gone to her room. She looks at him, creases her brow, and then look down the hallway, and back again at him.
"I thought this was April's room." She asks him.
"Um, yeah it is. What are you doing here?" He asks, trying to stall the conversation until April is hopefully fully dressed.
"Well, I came here looking for you, and you weren't in your room so I thought I'd ask April if she'd seen where you were." Catherine explains, slyly peeking into the room.
He blocks her view by moving his body closer to the door, "Oh well, yeah, we thought we'd get some early revising done before the exam."
He lies, hoping he sounds effortless, because he's not ready for his mother to know what happened with him and April. She'll meddle, and make April uncomfortable, and he didn't need that for her before a big exam.
"Oh, okay." She says, sounding a little convinced, "Well, listen, about Richard-"
"Mom, we really don't need to talk about that." He says, shaking his head vehemently.
"Look, honey, I-"
"Jackson, have you seen my skirt anywhere?"
He doesn't exactly need to see April to know she's given them away. He sees his mother's eyes go wide, and sees her gasp in disbelief, before hearing a very loud scream from behind him.
Great.
He turns around, and sees April standing in a sexy as hell, beige lingerie set, as she covers herself with her arms and runs behind the wall.
"So I don't think there's a practical portion to this exam."
He turns back to face his mother, who is standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, wearing a smirk.
"Mom, don't."
She waves him off, "April, honey, good luck for today."
"Er, thank you, ." April replies, stammering in embarrassment from behind the wall.
Jackson runs his hand over his face, knowing that once you get his mother started, there was no stopping her.
"Baby, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Catherine, hm?" Catherine says, and April mutters a quick sorry, "It's okay, I'm just so glad you finally took my advice. I hope he was good-"
"Oh no! No, no. Off you go. You've done enough damage, already." He tells her, pushing her away, because she, although unintentionally, would make sure April never speaks to him again for the rest of her life.
"Oh alright. I'm going. I'll be expecting you two to have dinner with me tonight, okay? You can fly back to Seattle on our plane the next day." Catherine says, as she shoots him a look that tells him that this is one thing she will to compromise on.
"Yeah, sure, okay. I'll talk to, April." He promises, and attempts to shut the door.
"Hey," Catherine says, holding his chin, pulling his face up to look at her, "I always rooted for this, so don't mess it up."
He smiles, and nods his head, "I won't."
She walks off them, waving at him, and he finally closes the door behind him, exhaling loudly.
He walks to the room, and sees April, still standing very still behind the wall.
"She's gone." He tells her, and almost laughs at how mortified she looks. She's blushing a deep red, and it's spread through her entire body.
"I want the earth to open up and swallow me whole, right now." She groans, falling face first on to the bed, "I am not leaving this room…. forever."
He chuckles, and pulls her up, finding her skirt wedged between the space of the bed and the bed table.
"Trust me, you're fine. She's thrilled about this." He tells her, as she pulls on her skirt.
"I was caught by a doctor and woman whom I admire so much, in my underwear after I've had sex with her son. Don't tell me I'm fine!" She huffs, as she secures the final button of her top, and runs her hands through her curls.
"Well, her son is very happy that you decided to have sex with him." He grins at her, and she rolls her eyes, finally letting herself laugh.
"This is so crazy." She tells him, adjusting his tie.
"Well, that's the Averys for you."
"Yeah, but they're alright." She teases, sticking her tongue out at him.
He shakes his head, softly laughing along, and kisses her lovingly, "Good luck."
She nods, chews on her bottom lip, and pulls her face towards him forcefully, her lips rough against his, and she momentarily, literally, takes his breath away, "Okay, I feel better. Good luck, Jackson."
He's a little awestruck and she blushes when she notices. He loved it when she took the lead with him. That was all the good luck he needed. Maybe it was time, for his pencil to retire.
"I passed!"
Well, that was one of them. Cristina grinned smugly at the rest of the group, trying to convince them that she wasn't the least bit worried, even though he knew this was far from the truth. They were all aware that each of them were brilliant and intelligent enough to pass, but the exams had gone sour for all of them for many different reasons. Cristina's examiner had preferred old school techniques over her newer, albeit slightly riskier ones, Meredith had had the awful stomach flu she'd contracted from Zola, Alex had flown back to Seattle in the middle of his exam, April had furiously yelled back at an examiner who'd told her that she couldn't be a good doctor if she was of faith and he himself had been distracted by his mother being in the room next to him, probably trying to keep an eye on his exam. They all went through their ordeals, and had come out of it more certain that the boards just wasn't going to go their way. Maybe Cristina would be the exception.
"I passed too!"
And Meredith, it seems. He watched on as the self-proclaimed twisted sisters, hugged each others, basically jumping around for joy. He was a little more nervous now with each pass. What was the statistics again? 1 out of 5 of them would fail. He looked beside him towards April who wiped sweat from her forehead, closing her eyes tight shut, possibly praying. The religion thing he'd found out when she had told him before the exam that she sent out a prayer for him as well. He'd mused to April, although his own knowledge of religion was very limited, if there wasn't something against the whole pre-marital sex in the bible. She'd assured him that although she would've preferred to have been married, it didn't matter all too much, because she was very happy that it was with him. Her best friend, and now, possibly more. He'd stupidly asked if she was now an outlaw, an enemy of the state of heaven, when she'd laughed and told him, that the religion she believed in was kind, forgiving and understanding, especially of those who were only, supposedly, 'guilty' of love.
"I passed! I fucking passed!"
Alex had been the wild card. Jackson's eyes darted to April's as they focused on his. This was it. The defining moment for the two of them. The two Mercy Westers, the outsiders. They had more to prove than the other three. Their phones chimed at the same time, and he quickly opened his app, and pressed on the first email in his account.
Pass. He had passed.
"I passed! I passed! Oh thank you, God!" April squealed happily, before looking at him hopefully, awaiting.
"Pass."
The doctors all broke into a cheer, happy that their whole unit, who had spent weeks studying together, and as a result bonding with one another, had finally made it through that one final stretch. However, all he could feel was April, who had decided to jump onto him, her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, kissing him senseless. What a way to celebrate, he thinks, as he holds her to him, letting her consume him.
He stops when he hears a throat clearing behind him, and April pulls back from him, looking fully flushed, possibly from their small make out session, but more or so from the fact that they had forgotten their friends were standing right there, in front of them, completely unaware of what had transpired between them the night before.
"Please, tell me everyone saw what I saw, because this is the best thing that happened the whole day." Cristina says, looking slightly too stunned to understand what she'd just witnessed.
"You mean how Avery and Kepner tried to make a baby in front of us?" Alex asks, looking at them in equal parts disgust and amused.
"When did this happen?" Meredith asks, pointing to the two of them, a little surprised, but the smile in her voice was obvious.
"Um, last night." And this morning, twice, he wants to say, but refrains himself.
"Do I need to punch him?" Meredith asks, and he narrows his eyes at her. Of course, she'd assumed he'd made the moves on April.
"No, no, you don't. It was my idea actually," April chuckles, holding on to his hand, "I kinda jumped him."
"Damn, Kepner." Alex laughs, and nudges her shoulder.
"I am proud. Shocked, but proud." Cristina says.
"Yeah, I'm surprised too, but I'm happy for you two." She smiles at them, and April grins up at him. He's happy for them, too.
"I mean, I'm surprised one of you finally grew the balls to make a move, but I'm not surprised it happened," Alex shrugs at the other doctors, who look confused, "I felt like a constant third wheel when I lived with them. They act like a married couple. It was the worst."
"Shut up, Alex." Jackson says, rolling his eyes.
Their bus pulled up as the doctors started to pile on, the conversation shifting from them back to the boards.
"You guys coming?" Alex asks, pulling his bag up the steps.
"No, we have to do dinner with my mom. We'll fly in tomorrow for the dinner."
"Meeting the parents. Good luck." Meredith says to April, offering a hug, as she goes to take her seat.
"Wait, does this mean you're no longer a virgin? I'm going to have to come up with a new name," Cristina pretends to think for a while, "How about cherry pop?"
"Goodbye, Cristina." April calls out, as she pulls him away from the bus, waving to her friends.
"We'll work on it." Cristina shouts back, as the door closes.
He looks down at April, and pulls her nearer to his side, bending down to kiss her hair.
"Congratulations." He mumbles, and she looks up at him, grinning widely.
"I'm so proud of us." She says.
He leans into kiss her when his mother's voice interrupts them, "Babies! I'm so proud of you! You're both so smart. I'm just happy that my grandchildren will be cute andintelligent."
"Mom!" He yells at her, choking on air, at her mention of grandchildren. What was wrong with her?
"Oh shush, are you ready to go for dinner?" She asks the two of them, and he looks at April. He's a little surprised at how much desire and lust her sees in her face, and he knows right then, that there's really only one thing they both want to do.
"Um, mom-"
"Oh, stop, I have eyes. Go off, you two. Just meet me tomorrow for breakfast." Catherine says, playfully tsking at them.
April stammers, definitely not wanting to cancel any plans with his mother, but he wasn't about to ruin this opportunity. He was already dragging her hallway through the lobby by the time his mother finishes her sentence.
She suddenly pulls at him, and he wonders why she's stopping.
"In here." She says, as she opens the door, and goes in, implying he follow. He quickly takes a look at the sign and does a double take when he notices that it's the men's bathroom.
"I can't wait until we get to the room." April tells him, seated on the counter of an empty bathroom.
"Really?" He's pleasantly shocked, but not really. He's almost giddy.
"Lock the door."
He didn't need to be told twice.
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