A/N: I had hoped to update this yesterday or even the day before that, but I was watching the episode where they were locked up during a bank robbery and was inspired to write another fic, so yesterday I uploaded that one called "Teamwork". Before that I posted the first chapter of "Nights like this" which will have three chapters. Anyways, onto the teenage Miss Parker and Jarod, which I find a lot harder to write than the supposed 1995 locked up time together, but you will read that some time in the future. Enjoy!
The lights dimmed, a sign Jarod clearly understood as it being time to go to sleep, not that sleep would come to him quickly, but it meant that 'they' wanted him to go to sleep.
"I guess it is something like a sleepover."
"Sleepover?" He asked.
"Yeah, these girls from my school used to tell stories about how they had sleepovers with other girls and all the fun they had."
"Having fun during sleeping?" Jarod frowned looking puzzled.
"No, the fun part is actually not sleeping, eating lots of candy, and playing games," Parker said seriously.
"But if they are not sleeping, why is it called a sleepover then?" Jarod contemplated.
"Let's just have our own sleepover, we can talk, and I can teach you some games?"
Jarod's smile grew large, and he nodded, excited at the prospect of learning new things from his childhood friend.
Miss Parker taught Jarod how to play charades, which turned out to be rather difficult for both of them, his lack of knowledge of the outside world and the difference in the subjects they'd been taught made it almost impossible and they quickly discarded the idea that it would become fun in any way. A pillow fight was next on Parker's list of ideas, and while Jarod had been confused at the suggestion, he quickly became engaged when Parker just smacked him straight in the face. He retaliated with a blow of his own but didn't factor in that Parker was a lot skinnier than he was and she fell off the bed with a small yelp.
Worriedly he went over to the side of the bed, afraid he'd hurt her. Instead, he was met with laughter and another pillow to his face. He tried to be more careful not to hurt her in any way and she overpowered him, not holding back any of her blows. At some point she'd managed to get him on his back and was leaning halfway across, slowly panting. He saw something in her eyes he couldn't quite place, but he felt happy for the first time in years.
"Will you tell me about all the things that happened to you in the past years, about the places you saw, the people you met?" He asked her, pleading her with his eyes. He could swear he saw a pang of disappointment in her eyes, but the second he blinked it had gone, her smile beaming at him.
She crawled off him and lay down next to him, she started telling him of her time in Switzerland, how she'd been moved to another school in Italy after two years, and how hard it had been to start over again. Of the trouble she had connecting to other girls, but also of the places she went to visit, she tried to describe every detail of the sunsets she used to watch on the beach in Italy. Jarod had spent his time during her stories alternating between staring at her intently and closing his eyes trying to picture everything she described. Like a sponge he soaked up every bit of information she shared with him. He would only interrupt her to ask questions, sometimes about the sensations, smells, and colors of the things she described, but she picked up on this quickly and tried to include as many details as she could remember. At some point, both of them were simply too tired to stay awake and the room became silent.
Their older counterparts could only see Parker wake up in the morning, who'd turned around and asked in a sleepy voice why Jarod was watching her.
"You're just so beautiful, you look so peaceful when you sleep. You didn't yesterday when they brought you in, but you looked almost happy in your sleep." He had said.
"I usually don't sleep this well, it's nice to have someone to talk to." She had cheered with a slight blush on her cheeks.
They watched their younger selves get more comfortable around the other with each conversation. Parker had told him all about her time in Rome, about the ice cream she'd consumed, the churches she'd visited, the artwork she studied, the books she'd read. Their former friendship blossomed up again like the last five years hadn't happened. The biggest difference was that they were not interrupted unless it was for meals, clean linen or clothes to be brought in, all under the supervision of two serious-looking sweepers.
It took four days for it to happen.
Jarod was sitting on his couch reading a book. Parker lay next to him, her legs draped over his lap, clearly bored out of her mind. She was staring at him, his older self would have recognized her expression, she was plotting something. Happily emerged in his book he took no notice of her when suddenly she threw a pillow his way, knocking the book out of his hands.
"Is there something I can help you with?" He inquired dryly, turning his gaze towards her.
"Yes….I need your attention." She sat up and before he knew what was happening, she straddled him. He gulped, his expression a mix of confusion, surprise, and excitement. She shot him a mischievous smile, "For this!" she started tickling him mercilessly. He yelped and tried to buck her off. Laughter escaped him as he struggled to return the favor, but her legs were blocking his arms. Finally finding his calm and strength for a second he wrestled her on her back on the couch.
"That's 'it, you will regret this," he warned as he crawled his way to her, halting as he leaned over her body.
"Will I now?" She bit her lip, a glint in her eye and a devilish grin on her face.
He gave her a puzzled look, trying to read her intentions, when she grabbed him and brought his lips down on hers. A moan escaped him as he let himself melt into their kiss. While their kiss as children had been sweet and innocent, this one felt very different and became more frantic by the second he noticed. Her tongue began to explore and demanded a dance with his, he happily obliged, taking in every detail of what was happening. Her hands started roaming, first stroking his back through his shirt, but at some point, one of them snuck underneath his shirt and her nails started raking over his skin. Her other hand stroking through his hair. While he knew it was physically impossible for humans to explode from some form of internal combustion, he felt like that was exactly what could happen at any moment. He started mimicking her actions, stroking her hair and the soft skin of her cheeks with his fingertips. At some point, the sensations began to overwhelm him and he broke free, in need of some air.
"That was…that was incredible," he panted, "I've never felt anything like it." He lifted himself up a bit, looking at her completely mesmerized, his fingers began to trace her lips.
She was just as much out of breath as he was, "You're amazing." She blurted out and with a teasing smile her tongue darted out and started licking his fingers. He groaned, "I have no idea what you're doing to me, but there is this need inside of me, like it's screaming at me to be as close to you as I can, like it's building up to something."
Parker paused the DSA, grabbed her drink, and downed it in one go. Mortified, she glanced over to Jarod only to find him with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, he did nothing to hide his amusement at her embarrassment.
He broke their silence first, "I'm beginning to understand why Sydney insisted on us watching this together. I don't think I would have quite believed him, had I heard about this over the phone."
She cleared her throat, "I'm beginning to wonder how much of these Sydney actually watched, and whether I will be able to ever look him in the eye again."
"Please pass me the bottle," her words came out a pitch higher than she expected and she swallowed hard.
He took the bottle from the table next to him and passed it to her. "Oh come, Parker! What did you think was going to happen when they locked two teens together in a room without much else to do?"
"Proles…" she whispered, "That was their goal, wasn't it."
"Most likely, yes." But as they tried it two more times, I'm not sure they succeeded.
She grimaced and restarted the DSA, "I guess there is only one way to find out."
The makeout session on the couch had been the first of many as they came to find out. Nearly every surface of his apartment became a place of kisses and touches. They had slept wrapped around each other and the two of them seemed to be glued together, neither wanting to let the other go after foregoing physical contact for most of their lives.
Parker was lying in his arms on the couch. Jarod was slowly drawing circles on her arm, his fingers carefully tracing her skin. "Every time I look at you, I feel so warm inside, my heart rate goes up, and there is this weird feeling in my stomach, I just need to be with you and I just want to touch you all the time." She sat up and gave him her biggest smile, "You're in love with me," she stated happily.
"Is that what love feels like?" He asked her with bright eyes.
She contemplated his question for a second, "Falling in love and loving someone aren't the same. Truly loving a person is deeper than just falling in love. When you're in love you can't see the flaws of the other, you're blind to them. But when you truly love someone, you know their faults, be honest with them about it, and still love them for every bit that they are."
He studied her, "You read that somewhere."
She shook her head, "No, that's what momma once told me, she thought that I would one day find a love like that." She looked at him expectantly.
His hand cupped her cheek and gave her a soft smile, "That's settled then, I will just have to love you with whatever faults you might have."
She beamed at him, but then her face fell.
"Hey, what's making you upset?" He questioned, not understanding what thoughts had ruined his declaration.
She pulled away from him, "They're just gonna take me away again, you can't love me! In a few days I will probably be shipped off to God knows where for who knows how long! Eventually, you will just forget about me!" She started crying and fled to the side of the bed outside of the camera's range.
Jarod stood up slowly walking over to the bed, clearly hurt at the thought of her leaving him again and the idea that he would ever be able to forget her.
"You're right, they probably will pull us apart again, but they can't take this from us. And I will never forget you, I will always love you even if it will take another five or ten years for me to see you again. I will cherish every memory we made and think about you every day." He promised her and kissed the top of her head.
Her hands reached out to him pulling him to her, "I don't want to leave Jarod, because life is miserable without you in it. I love you too." She confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
He started kissing away her tears slowly, one by one he peppered her face in kisses until his lips finally found hers. She started removing his shirt, "I need you Jarod, I need you close to me, please?" He'd moved them out of the camera frame, but their clothes became a pile just within sight. Only soft whimpers were heard until the end of the DSA.
The silence between them was deafening, "So you were truly my…first…" he shot her a quick nervous glance, "and you were mine…" she whispered softly, tears streaming down her face at the intimacy of their teenage selves.
She wiped away some of her tears, "Hell of a life they've made for us, Jarod. It just never stops, doesn't it? The worst part of this is, that for years I thought I lost my mind, that I was being plagued by my own sick fantasies of screwing the guy in the dungeon. Turns out, I was remembering." She raked a hand through her hair closing her eyes. "When I first walked into your apartment after your escape I had this strange feeling of déjà vu, of passion and sex. That feeling stayed with me until I nearly lost my mind in a fit of jealousy when I discovered you fell in love with someone. I couldn't name it at the time, but I was furious, I felt like you belonged to me and no one else was allowed to have you."
"Parker…" he started. "Jarod, they took our lives and made us into puppets, forcing us together only for us to be ripped apart. No wonder either of us were incapable of making long-term connections to other people."
"We're not puppets anymore." He said softly, broken and hopeful at the realization that this woman had not only loved him before, but also let slip that some of those feelings had survived whatever they had done to make them forget it ever happened.
She huffed, "It sure still feels like it, this isn't a game anymore, is it? This is what it's all about, this connection of ours."
He sighed, "We don't have to play by their rules, the ending is still up to us."
"Is it?" She said bitterly.
He stroked away another tear from her cheek and lifted her chin up to face him, "We have to believe that it is."
A/N: *squeels* I love these two so much, hoped you liked this update!