It was quite in the car, Joe noticed Jonathan holding his phone. It was rare, half the time he didn't know where it was. Jonathan didn't hold his phone waiting for a call. "I fucked up, I should have planned it better." Jonathan tossed his phone, he knew she wasn't calling. "I invited her she and her family make a weekend of it and I all but leave her."
"I think she understood," Joe shrugged, "I mean she knows you were working."
"I could tell by her face, something happened." Jonathan rubbed his face.
"Don't stress," Joe wanted to laugh. Jonathan never got upset over a girl. Jonathan grabbed his phone, the light from the screen filled the car. "Hey I just want to know you guys got home ok," Jonathan looked at his phone. "Left a message." "She seems very nice," Joe kept his eyes on the road. "She is," Jonathan smiled. The next day was going to be long. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go to her.
Kathy unzipped her suitcase, she was thankful she took an extra day from work. She text Jonathan to let him know she was home. She didn't know why but she couldn't talk to him. She didn't know what to say, she couldn't shake the feeling she had. She was second guessing herself. Being backstage with Jonathan made a lot of feelings flood back. Years of feeling in the way, not really knowing anyone. The feeling everyone was looking at you wondering who you were and why you were there. A loud knock made her jump, it rumbled through the house. She walked quickly to the door. The knock sounded urgent, she opened the door. "Jonathan, what," he pushed past her.
"What happened," he looked tired and sad.
"You should be at work," Kathy choked out. "You have a show."
"I got three hours," his hands went to his hair. "I need to talk to you."
"Sit you look like you going to fall down," they walked to the living room sitting on the couch.
"I should have planned better been there," Jonathan started.
"You were working," Kathy shook her head.
"I know something is wrong," Jonathan took her hands.
"I just think that maybe there are something that we didn't think about," Kathy wouldn't look at him. "I don't think I thought of your friends and how." Kathy got up she just couldn't say this sitting close to him. Not with the look on his face, "we are just at different points in life. I guess we didn't see it, I mean things happened fast." She felt him behind her, she closed her eyes. Jonathan turned her to him.
"I love you," his voice shook, "and I don't care."
"Jonathan," Kathy stopped him, "this has been fun but let's be real. I am forty, you are nine years younger than me. You are at the peak of your career, hell I am thinking of retirement." She closed her eyes, she didn't want a yelling match. "You are at the point if life were you are going to want to have a family. I can't even give you children."
"Look at me," Jonathan took her face in his hands. "I can change a lot of things. I can change my job. I can change my friends."
"I don't want that from you," Kathy cried.
"Just listen," Jonathan pleaded, "hell I will adopted kids, I don't even know if I want any kids. I can change a lot of things. I can't change the years we were born. And I don't want that to ruin this. Because the number of years you are or the number of years between us doesn't matter to me. And anyone who means anything in my life won't care." Kathy cried, because she knew he meant it. It shown on his face. "Come here," he pulled her to him. "Please, please know I mean what I say." "I feel like I am cheating you, and one day you are going to realize." Kathy wrapped her arms around him.
"Kathy," Jonathan pulled back brushing her hair from her face, "is there anything else?"
"What," Kathy asked.
"Is it just our age, or," Jonathan stopped.
"I don't do things like this. I haven't had a relationship in forever. And to be honest I never saw myself with someone like you. I kinda forget about everything when I am with you. And it was just," Kathy stopped, she knew her insecurities where her's.
"I should here planned you coming to my job better," Jonathan said, "it is crazy there and I dumped you."
"No," Kathy stopped him, "I am used to finding my way around."
"I don't want to be what you are use to," Jonathan said, his words took her back. "This is the first time I really wanted a relationship to work. I cared about people but I have never been willing to fight for it. I don't want to loss this, but I don't want to be in it alone."
"You are not," Kathy took his hands, "I don't want this to end."
"Good," Jonathan smiled.
"What time is it," Kathy wiped her eyes, "are you hungry. What time do you have to leave?" Jonathan leaned into to her, kissing her. "We got time." Kathy smiled, she did want this, she wanted him.
"I really want this," she whispered.
"Than take it," Jonathan whispered back. Kathy pulled him to her, they made their way to the bedroom. Jonathan laid her back, standing over her looking down at her. She reached for him, he took her hands kissing each one. "Easy," he smiled, "I got ya." Jonathan pulled his shirted over his head, Kathy sat up moving to her knees. She looked up at him as hands worked his jeans down. Jonathan's eyes rolled back as her hand ran over his length. Her head lowered, his hands tangled in her hair. Her mouth felt so good over him. Jonathan fought to keep his hips still. "You got to stop," Jonathan gave her hair a gentle tug. Kathy came up catching her breath, she pulled her shirt off. Jonathan stepped out of his pants crawling over Kathy. He rested his weight on his forearm, Kathy's hand worked between them. Jonathan closed his eyes as she guided him into her body. They laid still for a moment just staring into each other's eyes. "I really love you," Kathy hands pulled him down to her. She gasped as Jonathan moved. Jonathan's kiss taking every moan and whimper. It was slow and gentle. They both knew that there was little time but in that moment it didn't matter. Maybe they were in their own little world. And maybe that was ok.
Jonathan pulled his shirt over his head, "I can get a cab or something," he called to Kathy.
"No I can drop you off," she yelled back. Jonathan walked in her bedroom finding her.
"You can come with me," he wrapped his arms around her.
"I got work tomorrow," Kathy couldn't help but smile. She loved having him close, smelling his smell, the sound of his voice, feeling his hands on her. "But I do want to meet your family." She felt his arms loosen. "What?"
"They are not like yours," his voice was a whisper. So," she turned facing him, "what were you raised by the Manson family?" Jonathan rolled his eyes, "yeah you are way too young for that." Kathy winked.
"Stop being cute you are going getting tossed on that bed again." Jonathan kissed her, his voice was low. She had to fight the urge to drag him back to the bed, or push him to the floor.
"Stop changing the subject," Kathy pulled back.
"Kathy," Jonathan rested his forehead against hers.
"Ok," she realizes is was a topic he wasn't ready for. "When you are ready." He kissed her wrapping his arms around her pulling her close to him. "Alright let's get you to the airport." "As long as we are good," Jonathan asked.
"We are, sorry I left like I did," Kathy placed her hand on his chest. "I have never had, someone."
"Show up on your door with three hours to spare," Jonathan laughed, "pleading for you to talk to them."
"Yeah."
"Well excuse me for saying. You have been dating idiots." Jonathan joked.
"Than thanks god I found you," Kathy shook her head.
"I like to do what I can when I can for people."
"Ok, we need to get you out of here before you miss your plane and your ego takes over my house." Even though she joked she hoped he knew how much it meant to her.
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Kathy groaned grabbing another folder, the reality of work hit her. A stack of folders greeted her as she walked into her office. She filled through her voicemail which was full. She wanted to run home a crawl into to bed. She smiled at the picture of Piper sitting on her desk. Kathy had been careful with her money. Rachel had helped her with Piper's school, but Kathy wanted to pay for half. With planning and sacrifice Kathy would be able to retire at fifty. Her phone brought her out of her thoughts. "Kathy," Mr Wallus voice sounded very serious. "Please come to my office." Kathy hung up and started to his office. She could tell by the tone in his voice something was wrong. The sound of voices Kathy didn't know sent panic into her.
"Ms. Poole," a tall man in a black suite stopped her. She could see Mr. Wallus office. It was full of man in suits, and Mr. Wallus being lead out in handcuffs.