show me what my hands were made for Who: Erin and Jasper Where: Random bar in the area When: Evening Warning: NSFW (( seriously, who didn’t see this one? ))
Jasper was so fucking relieved to be out of the hospital. First off, it meant he could get home and wash up and be in not a hideous hospital gown. Second off, it meant he could have a date with Erin. Like, a legit date. None of this randomly meeting at a bar when he was trying to forget about his ex and having drunken shenanigans. ….Ok, there would probably still be those tonight, but hopefully not to the same extent it was last time. He even made sure to clean up a bit, wearing his best pair of jeans he could find along with a simple shirt with a button-down thrown over it. There was hesitation when he reached for his gloves, then opted not to wear them. He trusted Erin enough when it came to this sort of thing. She could guide him and be supportive. Besides, he had to grow a pair and get used to his powers one day.
And before heading over to her place to pick her up, Jasper made damn sure that he stopped some place to buy a flower for her. Yes, despite his bad boy looks, he was a true gentleman at heart. Just a single purple callalily. Nothing over the top, but something sweet. Besides, it reminded him of her hair, thus it was perfect. And with that out of the way, he drove his Charger on over to her place, taking a second to inhale a couple of times and calm himself down. When was the last time he went out on a date? Correction, tried to. He had asked Elsie out and then she never showed up, and that’s when the shit hit the fan. She isn’t Elsie, dipshit. You’re not gonna fuck this up. Not this time. With that out of the way, he slipped on out and approached the front door, running a hand through his hair and rang the doorbell.
Erin truly loved her job, and even on a bad day, her mind was still perfectly engaged, and she was able to keep going knowing she was doing something good. But today had felt like the longest day ever. It had been a while since she’d been on a proper date, and she was quite excited for this one. She’d come home, showered, and dressed, choosing something relatively versatile considering she didn’t know what Jasper had planned. Pretty tame by her standards, but it had little touches she appreciated - and hopefully, he would too. The skirt left nothing to the imagination, and oh yeah, neither did wearing a bright red bra under a black shirt with spaghetti straps. Some might have called that trashy! Erin considered it stimulating to the imagination. She liked imagination.
She grinned when she heard the doorbell, and after a spritz of perfume she pulled on a light jacket (fucking rain), and headed downstairs. She wasn’t wearing gloves either, but then again - she rarely did. Erin embraced what she did. Maybe before the night was over, he would too. He would if she had any say in it. Her grin broadened when she opened the door. He made a pair of jeans look damn nice. “Up and walking just fine then?”
The second the door opened, Jasper brought his head up to eye Erin. And he took full advantage of eyeing her. Ok, if he thought the dress she wore the other day was hot, then he didn’t know what this was, because holy fuck. He took a deep breath, smirking slightly at her before nodding. “A bit shaky, thanks to that lovely mixed drink ya gave my earlier, but I’m sure ya won’t mind that much.” Besides, the head trip that lingered was definitely stimulating. Jasper wasn’t going to complain. “And this,” he extended the flower out to her, “is for the lovely lady of the night.” He prayed she liked it and didn’t laugh at him for being cheesy. He did try hard to impress the girl, especially when he was totally crushing on her beyond wanting one kinky as fuck night with her.
“You can lean on me if you need to,” Erin agreed, having no problems whatsoever with that idea. Knowing how she worked, his legs wouldn’t work much by the end of the night anyway. The flower brought a bright smile to her face. “I don’t think a boy has given me a flower since prom night,” she said, actually feeling warm and fuzzy. As she took it she could see him picking it out in her mind, and for a moment she really did feel seventeen again. She stepped out onto the porch and shut the door behind her, but not before kissing his cheek. He really was adorable. “So what do you have planned for the evening?”
That smile on her face just made his own grow. Score one for Jasper. Good to see his charm wasn’t entire gone. And that kiss she gave him made him blush slightly. He couldn’t help it - she was gorgeous and sassy as fuck. He loved it. “I figured we could hit up one of the bars in the area,” he proposed while slipping a hand around her to rest on the small of her back, getting a few glimpses of her dressing in said out fir before guiding her towards his car. ...well then. I should not wear gloves more often. “Not some hole in the wall shit or one that plays top 40s crap. Found one that’s all industrial rock. Figured it would be your kinda thing. Booze, dance floor, heavy music...” Upon reaching the passenger side door, he parted from Erin to open the door for her.
Booze and dance floor. Going with our strengths, then. Erin laughed softly. “You know, people look at me, see all the modifications, and know what I’m into. Or think they do - some stuff they may find surprising. What are you into?” It was still amazing to her sometimes that a guy like him was even interested in her - but then again, a lot of guys that seemed clean-cut as could be secretly dreamed about the crazy chicks, and she knew that. She was not at all surprised to see Jasper open a door for her - she figured he’d be all manners. It was cute. She slid into the passenger seat and smiled widely at him.
To be honest, he didn’t even think he’d be into someone like Erin, at least visually. Her personality definitely helped and he was growing to love those modifications on her. It suited her to a tee. Closing the door for her, Jasper slipped into the driver’s side and turned the engine on, some classic rock gently playing from the stereo. “What do I like?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Love cars. Workin’ on them, racin’ them, just going out for a long ass drive. It’s relaxin’, ya know?” He began driving on off, glancing to Erin now and then. “Back home, Jamie and I used to get into all sorts of trouble. We were game for just about anything. If it was a challenge, we’d be there to step right up.” Then there was a shrug from his shoulders. “As long as it involves my hands and I can get lost in it, then I probably like it.” And Jasper totally meant in regards to building and fixing objects, though the fact that his comment could totally mean something else didn’t hit him quite yet.
The comment was definitely not lost on Erin, and she raised an eyebrow and smirked wickedly. “That’s good to know,” she confirmed. No, she really couldn’t pass something like that up. Besides, it might make him blush again, and that shit never got old. She leaned back against the seat, shrugging lightly. “I drive one of the hearses half the time. I’m not even kidding. My car died a while back and I was just too damn busy to look into getting a new one. I think I might say fuck it and get a bike. Tricked out Harley or something sounds good to me.” She loved bikes. “What about the music? Are you going to be tolerating industrial shit for me, or do you actually like it too?” That was important.
“Used to have a bike down south,” Jasper added, rather intrigued with this idea Erin had. Biker chicks were bad ass. “Had to choose to either bring that or my baby here on up, so maybe I can get a bike again one day.” He patted his dashboard with a smile, like the car truly was his baby. “I wouldn’t be toleratin’ it if we went to some lame ass club that played nothin’ but hip hop or crap. And seein’ as we are not doin’ that, I can assure you that I like it.” His attention diverted from the road for a second to shoot Erin a sweet smile. “No, honestly. I’m a rock guy at heart. Don’t matter what kind it is - classic, heavy metal, indie, grunge - if it’s gotta good beat to it, I’m down.” Pause, then followed by a snort. “Though none of this Nickelback bullshit. I’d rather go to the hip hop club.”
That earned a laugh, as well as a nod of approval. “Very good then,” she confirmed. “We’re on the same page.” Erin was all smiles, and it was a very peaceful sort of feeling. Sure, the world was going to hell again tomorrow, but tonight might just make it all worth it. “I listen to a bit of everything, actually. In college my friends and I were all about the karaoke bars, and that made me appreciate a bit of everything. Nickelback being the obvious exception.” There was never an excuse for Nickelback.
Jasper raised an eyebrow with a sly smirk. “Karaoke? Damn, ya can do that, ride bikes, kill demons, and get vamp blood in less than twenty-four hours? Is there anything ya can’t do, sweetheart?” And hopefully the answer was no, because he was loving each new discovery about Erin. Only a couple more minutes or so and they’d arrive at their destination. He was eager to arrive and enjoy the night with Erin. Demons invading the world didn’t even blip on his radar. This was far more important.
Erin smiled coyly and shrugged. “I’ve yet to find anything. Face it, I’m just awesome.” Erin was just as eager to arrive, knowing from past experience that this whole drinking and dancing thing? Was something the two of them did extremely well. You had to love a guy that could dance. The act screamed sex, and naturally - Erin was all for that.
Ok, yeah. Score a million brownie points. Jasper just smiled like an idiot, chuckling to himself while focusing on the road. The sooner they got to the bar, the better. And once they were there, he could already hear the music booming from outside. “Hope ya like it.” Killing the engine, he slipped on out and went over to Erin’s side, waiting for her to come on out to an offer a hand to her. She deserved respect and that’s exactly what he was going to give her. He could never get rid of that southern charm.
Erin grinned as she took his hand and smoothly got out of the car. Truth be told, she really wasn’t used to guys like this. Sure, she’d had guys open doors for her and try to be on their best behavior on the first date, but she got the distinct feeling that with Jasper? It was nowhere near an act. It was just... him. And utterly adorable. Sure, some feminists called this behavior demeaning, but Erin wasn’t one of them. “I already do,” she confirmed, as they headed to the door. She was going to have to leave her jacket with coat check, and that sparked an idea. She paused in her tracks and turned to him. “Lesson time!” she announced. Hey, just because it was a date didn’t mean he couldn’t learn something. Or, a lot of things really - if she had her say. “I want you to try something. With your power.”
Definitely not an act. Jasper respected the hell out of women and Erin was no exception. And once at the bar, he raised an eyebrow at Erin, wondering what exactly was going on in that cunning mind of her. And idea of Erin’s was usually made of awesome... and usually flat out sexy. Jasper was game, even if he was nervous when it came to his powers. Tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. “Sure, why the hell not? What do ya got in mind, sweetheart?” Hopefully something good.
Erin smiled, and as they stopped in front of coat check, turned to face him fully. She held her hands up, palms flat. “There’s something on my back,” she told him. “Before you touch me, I want you to focus on that. You want the answer - what is on Erin’s back. Try not to think of anything else. If it works, that’s what you’ll see.” Educational, and potentially sexy! Considering Erin’s back was completely covered by tattooed wings. If he got a vision of them - any vision of them - it had to be a good thing. Skin was always a good thing.
That definitely got a raised eyebrow. He had absolutely no idea that you could do something like that. Focus on something and get a specific vision. Then again, Erin had lived with this her entire life, so she had to know what she was talking about. Giving her a nod, he took in a deep breath and did his best to focus on nothing but the idea of what was on her back. That had to be a pleasant vision. Then he finally touched her hands, squeezing them gently. Initially, he didn’t see anything that had to do with her back, mostly the car ride and her getting ready for tonight... but then he focused a bit more, ignoring the visions that came and suddenly got a solid glimpse of Erin changing, her bare back exposed and showing off some lovely ink. He smiled at the image, partly wishing she’d turn around in it to see a bit more, but instead let go of her hands. Yes, he was even respectful when it came to stuff like that. “Mighty fine set of ink ya got there,” he complimented Erin. “A pair of wings coverin’ every bit of skin, am I right?”
Erin was happy to let him take his time. Even if it didn’t work - hey, she still got to touch him. Touching was also on Erin’s list of good things. She was also getting little glimpses of Jasper preparing for the evening, and despite not seeing any naked time, it was still a pretty nice thing to see. In fact, it felt a little warmer in here. Her face lit up when he answered. “Holy shit, first try!” she said, releasing his hands and lightly punching his shoulder. With that, she slipped her jacket off and turned around. The shirt had a low enough back where he could at least see some of them. And maybe, if he was a good boy - or, you know, continued breathing - he’d see the full effect later.
Damn, so he did get it right. Jasper grinned upon seeing that he got it right. He even reached out to gently stroke a finger across her spine, loving the sight of the tattoo. At least when she got tattoos, she was balls out or bust. There was no half assing these pieces. “Good to see I don’t absolutely fail at being a psychic.” Maybe he could get used to this and not being afraid of touching everything. With that out of the way, he placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her on over to an empty booth of in the corner. Definitely made for good snuggling times. Settling on in, he looked on over to Erin with a smile. “Feel free to get whatever ya want. This one’s completely on me tonight.”
Erin had to close her eyes as his touch trailed over her spine. Unf. That was cheating. Glorious cheating, but cheating all the same. She left her jacket with coat check and allowed herself to be lead, wrapping her arm around his waist as she did. She grinned at him as she slid into the booth, waiting for him to join her. “Do you remember what I got last time?” she asked. Then, her grin broadened. “Or were you already too wasted at that point?”
Oh god, he could barely remember shit from that night except Erin was hot and he did things that he’d never do when he was sober... Correction, he would do them sober if he wasn’t so shy and nervous. He doubted that replying with ‘Ya got my hands all over ya’ would be an appropriate response, so instead he laughed. “I think I should be happy that I remembered I didn’t make that much of an ass of myself,” he laughed it out. “So no, sadly I don’t, but whatever it is, go right ahead. Just... not that many shots. I’d like to remember tonight.”
Ohhh don’t worry. You will. Erin grinned wickedly at her private thought. Couldn’t be helped. “Straight whiskey. And no, not that many shots. I’m no lightweight, but I don’t want to be too hungover tomorrow. I’d rather enjoy the sound of every blood-splattering gunshot, thanks. It’s such a happy sound!” Thank God the music was loud, or that was the type of comment that earned her a lot of weird looks at best and trouble at worst.
Now Jasper just flat out cracked up. He loved how crazy she was. Definitely a good crazy. It reminded him of his younger days with Jameson. Some of that still lingered in him - just had to take something or someone to coax that out of him. And Erin was doing just that. “Well then, straight up whiskey it is.” When their server finally came around, he placed in a order for Erin’s drink along with a glass of scotch for himself. With that out of the way, he looked back over to her. “So,” he placed his arm around her casually, “ya like it so far?”
Erin leaned into his arm and settled comfortably, looking back at him with a big ole’ grin on her face. “Why yes. I am feeling quite at home here. Reminds me of the kind of place Chloe and I would have dominated back in our college days.” For all she knew, maybe they had. A lot of those nights were kind of hazy, with the hints of their shenanigans only being deciphered through long series of drunken texts. Ah, the good old days! “And yourself?”
Hearing that she was enjoying herself just made Jasper smile some more. Good to know he was doing good so far. “Oh yeah. I haven’t really been out to place like this in a long time... Then again, haven’t been out with company like this in a long time. Trust me, I’m fully enjoyin’ myself.” With company like Erin? How could he not? Maybe they could even got out on the dance floor at some point.
Now that, Erin found to be a curious statement. “What, you mean like, on a date?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” No, seriously. Why the hell not. Really, why wasn’t he married already. She knew he was older than her by nearly eleven years (okay, so she’d taken a tiny peek at his chart. She had to! To make sure the vampire blood wouldn’t kill him. She was a fan of not killing him), and it really was a bit of a marvel that some girl hadn’t snatched him up by now. He seemed to be the complete package.
Oh boy... this was going to be interesting. “Um...” He bit his lip slightly, not really wanting to ruin the evening with why he hadn’t touched a girl in forever, but then he knew eventually Erin would find out. Either through touching him or somewhere down the road if they got to be serious... and he wouldn’t mind that at all. He hated lying to a woman, anyways. “It’s a bit of a long story and I don’t wanna put a kink in our night, but if wanna know, I can tell ya. Just hafta excuse the fact there’s no popcorn to munch on while I blab on for god knows how long.”
Well this was certainly an interesting turn in events. Erin had touched on something, something she perhaps shouldn’t have. “Jasper, you should know this much: I want to know everything. I mean everything. Be it your life story to whether or not aliens exist or the magic behind how John Mayer manages to keep selling albums and getting women to sleep with him. I’m nosy. But you also need to know that you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, at least until you’re ready. I can’t promise I won’t see things on accident, but it’s up to you whether or not I ask you about them when I do, or pretend I didn’t in the first place. I’m kind of used to being the girl who knows way more than she should.”
He was happy with how Erin responded - definitely something she would say, but still respectful. He knew he could trust Erin and knew she would be honest with her reaction. None of this pity trip bullshit that most people gave him. “Well... remember that ex I told ya I bumped into earlier? Well, used to know her back home. Childhood friends and everythin’. She was great, ya know? Grow up crushin’ on that one perfect girl that ya can’t have. Then me and Jamie went off to the military, came back and joined the police department, got promoted to undercover detectives... a huge change for us. And she really liked that. She finally accepted a date with me and... she never showed up that night.”
Jasper paused as their drinks finally came around, smiling and thanking the server before taking a sip and continued. “She had been kidnapped. No one found her for a good couple a years. Then I went outta my way to find her. Turned out she was in Miami, being held by some thugs to whore her out in the black market. I found her and got her outta there, though our car ride back was somethin’ outta a bad Michael Bay movie.” He groaned and rubbed his eyes. “The car went off an overpass and I just remember waking up in a hospital with Jamie bitchin’ me out. That was when the visions happened. And she wasn’t any better. Lost a leg in the accident and blamed me for everythin’. How I ruined her life and all. I tried holdin’ her to calm her down and... fuck, the shit I saw was horrible. Rape, violence, all of it. I experienced all of it.”
There was a pause while he looked away for a second, then eventually back to Erin. “I held out for her for the longest time, truly thinkin’ she was the one. Then all that happened and I’ve been petrified of gettin’ close to someone ever since. Whether it’s I’m gonna hurt them again or whatever the hell I’m gonna see if I get too close.” Another gulp from his scotch and he liked his lips. “The end. Hope I didn’t bore ya.”
Oh. Well. Jesus. Erin tried not to go all wide eyed and HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD on him, but that. That? Jesus. She remembered the first time she had met Jasper, he had told her it had been about three or four years since the accident that made him clairsentient. “Jesus,” she finally said, and she shot back her drink. “That... that really sucks.” Lamest. Response. Ever. Erin resisted the urge to smack herself. “I’m really sorry. This was the one that did it? Like, three or four years ago? Have you dated at all since then?”
Wow, that was a pretty tame response from someone like Erin, but he actually appreciated it. With a nod of his, averting his gaze from her, he let out a sigh. “Yeah, that’s the one. Haven’t really been with anyone since. Shit, haven’t even touched a girl. Been too scared... and after seeing somethin’ like that? That was not the crash course on my powers I wanted to be havin’. I wish that shit on no one. No lady deserves that. I don’t wanna hurt anyone like that again, nor do I want to go through somethin’ like that again.”
Erin didn’t shy away from a shocking date, but this was not the kind of shock she could have ever been prepared for. Half of her brain was going over everything he was telling her and just feeling awful about all of it, and like this man needed someone to help him out. And the other half? Well. She wasn’t proud of it. He hasn’t touched a girl in four years? Oh shit. No pressure, Erin. “You didn’t do anything though,” she pointed out. “Do you think if you didn’t have the date for that specific night it wouldn’t have happened? It doesn’t work that way. You can’t go nuts on the what ifs. It’s no way to live, all it’ll do is drive you crazy. At least you got her out. It sounds like if you’d given up on her, she’d still be in that hell.”
And she definitely had a point. Jasper brought his eyes back to hers, taking in everything she said. He didn’t respond right away, staring into her eyes, rather loving the color swirling about in them. Then he placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her in closer. “I dunno. I’d like to think it wouldn’t have happened, but I’m startin’ to realize that everythin’ happens for a reason and I’d be pretty bummed out if I couldn’t be havin’ this night with ya if that accident never happened.”
Erin smiled at him and leaned in closer. “There you go. Focus on the good in your life. I think you could learn to love what you are.” And why yes, she was quite happy to assist in that learning experience. She kissed him lightly, still letting her brain settle with all the new information. He was potentially going to be a much bigger project than she had originally anticipated, but it didn’t change anything. “So. How long has it been. For everything.” She smirked faintly. “I need to know how awesome I need to make this evening, you know.”
Cue in Jasper blushing hard. He wasn’t quite expecting that reaction from her, but then again, this was the girl that straddled him in a hospital bed and made him go completely crazy for her. So this wasn’t entirely far fetched. “...uh... that?” Yup, he was speechless. Erin -1, Jasper - 0. “Kinda stopped keepin’ track, but...” He actually thought that over for a second. He knew he was holding out for Elsie for the longest time. He dated girls on and off before finally asking her out, but never went beyond kissing. So on that note... “‘bout ten years or so?”
...Ten years. Ten years? TEN YEARS?! Oh, holy shit. I was sixteen. And getting laid. And he wasn’t. “Oh, Jesus, I would die,” Erin blurted out. Oops. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. “Can we pretend I didn’t just say that? Or, get more drinks and actually forget? That would be great. I totally didn’t say that.” Not her. Never her. Erin didn’t go on an insane mission if she hit the five-month-celibate mark or anything. Not at all. “In that case, how have I not completely scared you away way before now?”
Jasper actually snorted at her response, rather amused by how she handled that. Jameson was already giving him shit for years about this, so at least she wasn’t being a prick like he was. “More drinks it is.” He polished off his own drink and flagged down the server to top them off, then looked back to Erin. “As for you, I...” Insert more blushing. “You’re different. I mean, we both got the same touchy-know thing goin’ on, but... ya don’t hold back. Like, I wouldn’t be tellin’ that shit to just any girl. You’re completely genuine and bad ass and refreshin’ and... I wouldn’t mind gettin’ lost in all that.” If there was someone who was going to break his shell, it was Erin. He couldn’t think of a better girl to do the job.
That was a good answer. Erin was still wondering how she could manage to rock his world without breaking him after that ten-year revelation, but still! Good answer. “You know, I have to admit, I never expected a guy like you to go for someone like me,” she finally said. She’d only thought it a dozen times since she met him. “Maybe a girl like me is just what you need.” Could be. Hey, what didn’t kill you made you stronger. Ten years. Jesus.
He smiled at Erin, leaning in to steal a soft, long kiss from her before flicking his eyes open to lock onto her own. “That’s pretty much what I was thinkin’,” he murmured, those words only for her to hear. He completely ignored the server that came back with refilled drinks, a thumb stroking at her bare shoulder and held onto that moment.
He was so good at that. Which was pretty spectacular, considering how long it had been. She smirked up at him, her own hand gently rubbing his leg under the table. She was proud of how little she was freaking out over this. This felt like the sort of thing you were supposed to freak out over. Fuck it. Erin Forsythe was nothing if not up to a challenge. Still. “Ten years,” she murmured, shaking her head. “I couldn’t do it. How did you? I mean, how are you not crazy by now?”
Good question, actually. Then again, Jasper was too busy thinking about that hand of hers on his leg than a way to answer her. A moan slipped past his lips before responding. “...ya know, I’m not sure. Shit, maybe a wizard cast a spell or somethin’. Not too far fetched these days, right?” He liked to think he wasn’t crazy at this point. Was he still petrified of easing back into something like that? Of course. He didn’t want to hurt Erin or scar himself further or- Wait, sex with Erin? That would be... fuck, stop thinking. Damn hand...
That was a fun sound. Barely audible over the boom of the music, but just enough. Why, I do believe I am distracting him. Erin bit her lip through a grin and pretended she didn’t notice. “Maybe. If I haven’t scared you off yet - and let’s face it, I’m me, and I’ve been known to scare off oversexed frat boys in my day... that does hint to something magical.” Her hand kept right on rubbing - and there was nothing wrong with that! It was just his leg. She was perfectly innocent. And once she thought that and managed not to get struck by a bolt of lightning, she reached up with her other hand and started playing with his hair.
Jasper was going to be dead by the end of the night. God, the things this woman was doing to burn him up. His whole body was starting to boil from the teasing, closing his eyes to enjoy her hand in his hair. He knew he kept it long for a reason. Then he returned the sentiment, tangling his hand into her own, though did his best not to mess it up too much. Some girls were picky with their hair being in order. Leaning into her face, he rested his forehead against hers and kept on moaning softly. He was liking this. Definitely. Maybe a bit too much, but fuck it.
If he was this happy when she touched his leg, what did that mean for the rest of the evening? Well, Erin was willing to find out, though she wasn’t necessarily rushing anything. Yeah, she still wanted to fuck his brains out, but she was willing to take it slower now, knowing what she knew. Still, ‘slower’ by her standards... didn’t really mean much. She forced a very solemn look on her face, though it was hard not to grin and laugh like she wanted to. “Now, you will let me know if I cross any lines, won’t you?” She tugged lightly at his hair. “I’d just never forgive myself if I went too far.”
Why did she have to say things like that while tugging on his hair? It was like dangling a toy over a kitten or something. Not fair. “So far so good,” he reassured Erin. He could never go out with a girl and expect to get laid at the end of the night. Not now, anyways, especially after what happened with Elsie. Taking advantage of a woman was the last thing he wanted to do. Though Erin taking advantage of him? He wasn’t going to lie - the idea turned him on a bit, regardless of how nervous he was.
“Good,” Erin echoed, her hand moving down to rub the back of his neck as she planted the tiniest of kisses just on the underside of his jaw. “I’d hate to offend your virtue or something.” Okay, so she was a tease. She was going with her strengths, what could she say. With that she backed off completely, and sipped her drink like nothing had happened. What? She wouldn’t want to overwhelm the guy, would she? ...Hell yes she would.
Tease was an understatement. Someone had to invent the verb ‘to Erin,’ which more or less meant to tease to fuck out of someone until their head was about to explode. Both of them. He just sat there for a second and watched her pull back, being all la-dee-da, and smirked. Yup, he was twisted around her finger. Taking a sip at his own drink, he looked back to Erin with a flame lingering in his eyes. “Would it be too much to ask for a dance this evenin’?” Because the song playing right now seemed perfect and he wanted to redo the whole dancing with her thing while still being somewhat sober.
Oh, hell. That look. That look on his face was going to haunt Erin, she just knew it. It would star in many upcoming fantasies for quite some time. She pretended to ponder his question, even if there was never any doubt. “Well, that depends,” she said, finishing her drink and setting it down. “Are you as good a dancer sober as you are drunk?” He may have felt it warranted an apology, but holy shit, that had been fun.
He wanted to apologize initially, but then remembered Erin’s whole ‘I am perfectly capable of bitchsmacking someone who goes too far’ speech and opted not to. “I dunno.” He knocked back his drink as well. A little liquid courage never hurt anybody. “Care to find out?” With that said, he extended a hand out to Erin, hoping she’d take it.
Erin reckoned she was getting pretty good at reading him. She was pretty sure he’d been about to apologize for a moment there, and grinned when he didn’t. “What the hell,” she said, putting her hand in his. “I’m a risk taker.” Try not to kill him on the dance floor. You want to keep this one around for a while. A long while.
He grinned the second he had her hand, rather liking the flashes of images that came for a moment. Jasper gently guided her out of their booth and out on the dancefloor. It was particularly crowded, given the fact it was a Saturday night and people were probably out enjoying their lives before the demon apocalypse, but that didn’t stop Jasper from squeezing past a few people with Erin close to him to get close to the center of the floor. He would have been timid about getting this close to so many people, but Erin was here. She seemed to give him that boost of confidence he needed. Besides, if there were so many people, then that’d give him a perfectly good reason to press up against her. Once there, he turned around to face her, pulling her in closer and lost himself in both the music and her.
Erin didn’t need an excuse to get close to him. The floor could have been empty, and she would have pressed against him all the same. This kind of music seemed to demand close contact to Erin. It matched the intensity, and the heated eye contact she was immediately giving him. Erin tended to own whatever environment she was in, but this kind of thing? Really was her element. If she wasn’t working with a dead body, then give her some good music and an artistic outlet. Throw in sexual chemistry and she evolved, no longer needing to think about anything. The visions were even fewer and far between, since the contact between them was never broken.
An arm was laced around her body, pulling her in closer. She already seemed eager to be this close and Jasper wasn’t minding one bit. All he did was let the rhythm dictate his movements, keeping in time with each beat. His hips rolled into hers slowly, not too hard, but not as timid either. His hand stroked up and down her back, remembering that sexy tattoo of hers. Maybe he would get to see more tonight, who knew. Just being this close to her put Jasper in a good mood, not able to stop smiling.
Erin had to admit, she was impressed. She wasn’t sure how well he’d handle this without being drunk, but he was doing just fine. More than fine. Then again, maybe that vampire blood was still working in his system. Deciding he probably wasn’t going to die from the experience, she turned around. Her body always stayed against him, until her back was against his chest, her bottom pressing into his hips. She reached up to drape her arm back around his neck, her fingers once again slipping through his hair. She never lost the beat, still one with the music - and with his body.
Damn, girl knew how to dance. He was glad he wasn’t balls out drunk for this, finally able to appreciate her dance moves. That arm around his neck earn her a nuzzle into her own neck, placing both his hands on her hips to caress her body gently. In his mind, he hoped he wasn’t going too far, but then, she would have let him know by now. She was Erin Fucking Forsythe. So with that in mind, he kissed at her neck. A small kiss, nothing overly sexual, but it was something. Something to let her know how much he was enjoying this.
Nope, Erin was totally not complaining. No complaint in the world. She grinned and closed her eyes, her back arching in response. It meant she was pushing harder against certain key areas, but she was still feeling out what was okay. And he was the one kissing her neck, dammit. She had to react to that. She put her free hand over one of his, again biting her lip in joy.
Even though the music drowned absolutely everything, making it hard to hear if she was making any moans in response to his actions, the way she moved was good enough. Perhaps even better. It just riled Jasper up even more. His lips trailed up her neck, kissing each bit of skin along the way while pulling her in harder against his hips. The friction against her was sheer bliss, putting those kisses on hold to relish it for a second. Then he nuzzled into the side of her cheek, enjoying the music that blared through the area and Erin being wrapped up in his arms.
Her entire world had narrowed to a fine point around them. Erin could feel his arousal pressing into her, and her heart beat faster with the excitement of it. Sure, they’d technically done this before, but in some ways, it didn’t really count. As drunk as he’d been, she knew at that point in time none of it was something he would have done in his right mind. He was just fine tonight. They had a deeper connection, and that amplified everything for her. Sure, she’d already known then that she wanted him, but now she had a better idea of what she was getting herself into. And felt it was in the realm of possibility. She licked her lips, and to give him a sign that he was nowhere near in bitchsmack-territory, pushed his hand further down her thigh.
Looked like she wanted more than his hands just on her hips. If it was what the lady wanted, then Jasper wasn’t going to complain. He just hope he was doing a decent job. His heart raced rapidly while outlining the bottom of her skirt, rather liking the way the material hugged her body. Was that shit even legal? And the second she licked her lips like that? Guh. Dead. He couldn’t help himself and brought his face in closer to kiss those lips of hers, making sure to suck on her lower lip all the while. Definitely the best dance he ever had.
Erin had to remind herself to pace herself. Really, she did. When he kissed her like that, and his fingertips grazed her skin, there were a long list of things she wanted to do and absolutely none of them were socially acceptable in a public setting. Okay, not that such a thing had really stopped her in the past, but she was trying not to scare the guy off. So she committed herself to simply returning it, then slowly grazed her fingers around his neck and down his jawline, before back into his hair again. She couldn’t help but tug at it a little, but in no way was she trying to hinder anything he was doing.
He appreciated Erin not completely jumping the gun and scaring the crap out of him. So far, all was well. Was he nervous? Of course he was. There was a slight shake in his hands, not wanting to fuck this up at all. Erin didn’t seem to think so, or at least that was the vibe he was getting. He purred into her lips, letting it vibrate against her while his other hand slid up her side, lingering against the side of her breast. Had he been younger, he wouldn’t have stopped right there and probably would have full blown molested her on the dance floor. But he liked to think he had more class now that he was older, so for now he’d tease her, testing the water all while kissing her passionately.
Erin actually groaned into the kiss, surprised to feel him taking the initiative like that. But it was such a good surprise. One that made her flesh feel hotter and her throat go dry. Erin, for one, had no problem with being molested on the dance floor. She wanted his hands on her, and hers on him in return. Her grip tightened in his hair, and she grazed her tongue across his lips. He seemed pretty good at reading her signals. Even better, he seemed to be getting more confidant.
That tug earned Erin a light gasp into her lips, only to moan shortly after. He was happy with how packed the place was and how no one seemed to care, too caught up in their own pleasure to even see the two of them wrapped up in each other. Jasper definitely didn’t want to stop, taking his time, slowly getting used to this all over again. He wanted this for such a long time, but never had the courage to do anything about it. Now Erin was pushing all the right buttons and Jasper couldn’t help himself. Still dancing to the music, his hand slowly traveled up her skirt, tracing her inner thigh gently and waited to see her response.
Oh, sweet Jesus. When had the tables turned? Erin was supposed to be the one doing all the teasing, and yet look at that! Sweat was glistening on her skin, and yet she was pretty sure she had goosebumps. Her body arched against him again, and for a moment she couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip. Okay. So. This was going well. Via her grip of his hair, she guided his head down a little further so she could speak in his ear, and actually have a chance of being heard over the music. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Jasper just smirked at that. “Maybe,” he leaned into her ear to respond, his hand still thoroughly teasing her. Funny how karma worked like that. “Like to think that whatever it is is a good thing.” He was pretty damn certain she was enjoying this, but he wanted to humor himself and see how she responded. Erin did have pretty epic reactions. That just turned him on even more.
Erin had to grin, before nipping at his earlobe and tugging with her teeth. “If I told you just how good, I might risk scaring you away,” she said, still smiling brightly. Oh, he was coming home with her tonight. One way or another. Because he seemed to be doing just fine with his hands, she trailed hers up his arm, wishing desperately she dare do more. Then she remembered who she was, said fuck it, and moved his other hand over her breast. If that wasn’t confirmation, nothing was.
Well then, that was one way to be blunt. He hesitated for a second, then remembered who he was with. She would let him know if something was a bad touch. Not to mention those visions he was seeing the second his hand was moved? Wow. A bit of a rush and the vampire blood was definitely helping. It was like being able to touch her in at least ten different scenarios at the same time. Made it slightly hard to concentrate, but worth it in his mind. She’d just have to excuse his sloppiness on and off. His hand groped at her breast, gentle at first, though gave a few hard squeezes just to make sure she was still enjoying herself. Hell, even the hand at her thigh was starting to massage her with more fervor.
Oh, fuck everything, that had been the best worst idea ever. Because now? Erin was sucking even harder with that whole ‘restraint’ theory. Every second that passed she was just wondering more and more why she wasn’t dragging him out to the car already. Sure, he may be nervous, but she was pretty damn sure in the time it took to drive her home she could sell him with an extremely persuasive fucking argument. Literally! Oh, Jesus, she thought for the millionth time that night, before releasing his hand again. This time she got even bolder, reaching behind to grab his ass, waiting for him to freeze up at any minute.
He did freeze up for a second, still dancing into her, but not as much as he was before. That took everything to a whole new level.... because feeling her up in public wasn’t already. Then again, it was Erin responding to his touch and just threw him off guard for a second. He definitely wasn’t used to an assertive girl, but that was bound to change rather quickly. Swallowing hard, he tried to focus on pleasuring her, his breath growing shaky against her skin as he tweaked at her nipple beneath the layers of clothing. God, he was nervous. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what he was doing - he just didn’t want to fuck up or get himself too overwhelmed for all the wrong reasons.
When she felt him tense up, Erin squeezed her eyes shut and mentally cursed herself out. She was sure in that instant that she’d completely blown in, and so when he finally reacted and did what he did, she was taken completely by surprised. She gasped and writhed slightly against him, this time not at all in time with the music. The shit I get myself into, she thought. I am going to scare him off, but holy shit, I do not want to stop. “Jasper,” she forced out, her voice having a very breathless quality to it. “I want to take you home with me. Badly. And if even the smallest part of you has an objection to that idea, we need to slow down and breathe.”
….ok then.
Jasper never thought in the history of ever that this would happen again. He was pretty damn convinced that he had written sex of completely the second he became a clairsentient and fucked it up with Elsie... but then he met Erin. Someone who was familiar with those powers and was as fearless as they came. Hearing her say those words made him stop dancing completely to take it all in. This was real. Completely legit. No dreaming involved. If his heart was racing before, now it was ready to explode out of his chest. Initially, he wanted to back down, not go through with this, but then he knew he could hear Jameson somewhere screaming, ‘GO FOR IT YOU FUCKING RETARD,’ and that thought was probably all he needed for encouragement. He wanted this just as bad, regardless of how nervous he was, though he knew Erin would guide him. Licking his lips slowly, he leaned in to whisper into her ear, “Why don’t ya go grab your coat while I go pay for the tab and I’ll meet ya outside.”
When he stopped, so did Erin. Hell, she was afraid to move. She could only stand there, breathing hard, waiting for... shit, she didn’t even know. In her heart, she must not have really expected him to take her up on it, because when he whispered in her ear she could swear the whole world went silent. Holy shit, that worked? She couldn’t help but look up at him with a surprised expression on her face, blinking rather dumbly at him. He was serious. He was serious! She swallowed hard and nodded, turning to face him just briefly to kiss his neck. And then, after a squeeze of his hand - the visions flashing in her head barely even registering to her mind - she was off. Why, no. He did not have to tell her twice.
Even though she didn’t say a word, Jasper still felt content. So this was really happening now. There was a massive battle going on in his stomach that involved anxiety butterflies versus giddy butterflies and wasn’t sure which one was winning. Either way, he knew the night would end on a good note. Even if he got cold feet, he knew Erin wasn’t going to point and laugh at him... maybe... hopefully. And he didn’t want to keep the lady waiting, thus squirming through the crowd to track down their server and pay both the tab and tip properly. Shit, he didn’t even double check to see how much of a tip he gave, too focused on Erin. With that out of the way, he made his way on outside, spotting her the second he pushed out of the doorway. “Hope I didn’t keep ya waitin’.”
Erin felt slightly giddy herself, and even a little dazed. The fresh air helped, and she was calm and zen by the time Jasper caught up with her. She grinned and took his hand, seeing flashes of him paying - while barely paying attention to what he was paying. She took that as a good sign. “Not at all,” she replied. “You’re okay to drive, right?” She didn’t figure the cop would take a gamble on something like that, but if Erin went ten years celibate and then had sex dangled in front of her, she was pretty sure she’d be a little... unstable.
Good question, actually. “Depends,” Jasper began guiding her on over to his car, once again opening the door for Erin. “Think ya can keep your hands to yourself until we get back?” He gave her a sly smirk along with a wink. Though in all honesty, it was a serious question, because if Erin was going to tease him on the drive back to her place, then fuck it, they were pulling over and getting it on in his car. Wouldn’t be the first. Just because he was a cop didn’t mean he was incapable of being wild. Shit, he was a McQueen. They had a gene pool just for that crap.
Well damn, that was one hell of a question. Erin pretended (well, mostly pretended) to think it over as she slid into the passenger seat. “I suppose I can manage,” she answered, sighing dramatically. It wouldn’t be easy, but a little anticipation never heard anybody. She smirked and raised an eyebrow at him as she leaned back in the seat. “Can you?”
Jasper didn’t answer right away, too busy looking over her body and the way she leaned back. Oh, right. He was being asked something. “I’ll try if you try.” That would be interesting to see how far that got them. Closing her door, Jasper slipped into his side and started up the car, promptly driving on down the road. Speed limits were totally going to be broken now to ensure they got back soon enough. He kind of didn’t give a fuck right about then. Sex was definitely winning over the whole ‘you’re a cop, so be a good example’ bullshit.
Erin was quite pleased with his inability to immediately answer. Yup, she was doing something right. And she was even happier with the hurry he seemed to be in. Good, she thought. At least she wasn’t the only one. She quietly watched him, but in doing so, her mind was racing of all the things she wanted to do to him and... and, yeah, okay, that was not helpful to keeping her hands to herself. And just the thought - her hands to herself - gave her a bit of an idea. Yeah, she could do that. She stretched and licked her lips, and casually brushed her fingers over the skin of her thigh, where he had been touching. Just like that, she saw it all again. She grinned wickedly. “I love clairsentience,” she murmured. God bless it, really.
.... that’s. not. FAIR.
Looking away from the road to even glimpse at Erin was now the worst idea in the world. The girl just screamed sex and.... Good god, woman... There were no words. None. Gone. Poof. Actually, it was a miracle he finally looked back to the road and focused on, you know, driving instead of going straight into a tree. That was enough incentive to press his foot into the gas pedal some more, trying hard not to blush too much. It couldn’t be helped - she was fucking hot and putting on quite the show. And he loved it. At the rate they were going, they’d be at her place shortly.
Erin knew damn well she’d gotten his attention, even if he hadn’t said anything. She decided it would probably be a bad idea to push it too much further, as she also was not a fan of him wrapping the car around a tree. But just abandoning it all together wasn’t really an option in her mind either. She was just keeping up proper incentives was all. She smiled softly and tilted her head in his direction. “Problem?”
“Problem?” Jasper chuckled softly, amused by the idea. “The only problem I’m seein’ is that my car can’t get to your place in exactly five seconds.” Seriously, that was about it. Erin being a tease was definitely not a problem. She could do that all night long... as long as it didn’t involve him driving for what felt like forever. He did his best to focus on the roads, taking a few more corners - and totally blowing past a couple stop signs - and then rolled on up to her place. About damn time, too. Killing the engine, he took in a deep breath and glanced on over to Erin.
Erin could not have been more amused if you paid her. Truly. She grinned at him, then popped her seatbelt and quickly jumped out of the car. “Coming?” she called after him, as she headed up the walk. I’m going to hell. It’s gonna be a fun ride. She noticed both her parents cars gone, a small blessing. She was relatively certain that running into either of them on the way to her room would scare Jasper off before anyone could so much as blink. The world seemed to be in her favor tonight.
The second Erin hopped on out, Jasper was right behind her, following her every step while eying that figure of hers. There was no point in being that respectful at that point. She didn’t seem to mind him staring. And once at the door, he placed his hands gently on her hips and nipped at her neck, hoping the tables were now turned when it came to who was teasing who. Payback was awesome like that.
For a moment Erin just stopped, closed her eyes, and enjoyed that moment with a big smile on her face. She didn’t particularly care that they were on her front porch. Nope, not at all. She had the feeling it was going to be a long walk up to her room, one possibly with many unscheduled stops. She finally found her keys and unlocked the door, reaching behind her to tug Jasper in after by the belt-loop of his jeans. “I’m guessing you don’t want the grand tour,” she teased.
“The only tour I want is the one of you.” That sounded way nicer than checking out her house right about now. He eagerly walked inside, not even bothering to check out the interior, his eyes stuck on Erin. Regardless of the images that came before him, Jasper really couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Hopefully it wasn’t that much of a hike to her bedroom... or fuck it, maybe they’d get comfy on the stairs or something. He kind of didn’t care right now.
“Good,” Erin confirmed, grinning widely as she lead him to the stairs. She had to resist the urge to ascend them backwards, not really wanting to take her hands off of him. Her heart was already racing in anticipation again. When she reached the top landing she turned to him, putting her hands on his hips as she walked backwards towards her bedroom. “Are you nervous?” she asked. “About the clairsentience?”
Jasper took in a shaky breath, pulling one hand away from Erin to brush it through his hair. “Yeah, I am. Not gonna lie. Just... don’t know what to expect. Don’t know if I’ll like it or not.” The dance floor was one thing, but this? This was like going from wiffle ball to big league baseball overnight. “I... I just hope I don’t fuck up... or hurt you.” As always, he was more concerned about her own well-being than his own.
Erin reached behind to open her bedroom door and lead him in, guiding him towards her bed as she pushed the door shut with her foot. The room wasn’t completely dark, cast in the faintest dim light from under the door. “Don’t worry,” she promised him. “We’ll break you in slowly. It doesn’t have to be a bad thing.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, quickly picking something up from her desk as she did. “And in the meantime? We can just take your power out of the equation.” And with a grin and a click, look at that! Jasper had his hands bound behind his back in a pair of furry purple handcuffs. In Erin’s mind, that was certainly one way of solving the problem. “Those can come off when you’re a little more ready.”
Just when Jasper thought he was prepared for just about anything, he then found himself being held back by furry handcuffs. Well... that was one way to hold him back, even if it meant his entire face was red and he didn’t know whether to shit bricks or go blind. “...I... er...” He stammered a bit more, completely flustered and trying not to look too much like an idiot. Yeah, talking wasn’t really working for him right now, but that didn’t mean he lost his arousal at all. Hell no, that wasn’t going away for another good year at that point.
“I know, it’s a little crazy,” Erin said, grinning widely. But hey! He wasn’t screaming at her. So she couldn’t have freaked him out too badly. “Indulge me. There’s a method to my madness.” She kept guiding him to her bed, until she was able to gently push him to sit at the edge. “I’m not gonna lie, my power is very active in sex. And with me? I tend to see things relevant to the current situation or mindset. So... I’ve never been with a man without seeing him with other women. Or just himself.” She moved onto his lap and smoothed her fingers through his hair. “If you’re the jealous type, it could be a problem. But for me...” She shrugged faintly, moving in to nuzzle his neck. She was trying to take his mind off the handcuffs and get him to relax. “It intensifies things.” She trailed the fingertips of each hand up and down his arms, stopping just shy of his wrists. “I see the things you’ve done before, and how much you both enjoyed it, and I wonder if you’ll do that to me,” she whispered in his ear. “If I can make you happier than she did.”
All this time Jasper had thought that his powers would merely get in the way of being intimate, not actually enhance it. He did his best to keep up with her words once he sat down, breathing heavily while she teased him. He closed his eyes, a bit shy initially at the fact she was able to see his past hook ups. Not that he was ashamed or anything, but it wasn’t like he taped all of them and showed them to each girl before he slept with them. Then again, he didn’t find it invasive... it was actually kind of kinky. Having Erin mention that she wanted him to take her like that, wishing to make him feel even better than in the past had earned Erin a deep moan. He just needed to calm the hell down. Better than how he was a second ago, but still tense. Having a certain someone in his lap distracting him was a start. Jasper rested his head against Erin’s and inhaled slowly. “What do ya see?”
Erin didn’t answer initially, waiting for something in her mind to stick. She trailed her fingers up his arms again, them grazed them across his neck. Finally she grinned, and once again spoke directly into his ear. “I see that I took a gamble in trying to get home with you. I don’t think you have any qualms with pulling over and taking a girl right there. No wonder you love that car so much.” She smirked and nibbled at his earlobe, then started working at the buttons of his shirt. She was still moving slowly. Now that she had him here, she was in no hurry at all.
Ok, now that was impressive. Jasper didn’t say anything at first, only focused on breathing while closing his eyes and remembering the last time that happened. It was back when he had no fears of being intimate and Erin seemed to like that side of him. He gasped the second she nibbled at him, not even realizing that his hips slowly pushed into her. Lowering his head to brush his lips over her neck, Jasper swallowed hard and whispered right back, “It definitely earned its mileage. Not gonna complain.” He paused, building up some courage before bringing his lips to her ear this time. “Think it woulda been better with you.”
He was just full of good responses tonight. Erin murmured approvingly as she kissed his neck. “Maybe so. But here we can take our time. And I’ll let you have me as many times as you are able.” With those words whispered she worked her hips against him, and pushed his shirt down his shoulders. It’d catch with the handcuffs for now, but she could take care of that later.
If that wasn’t hot, then Jasper didn’t know what the fuck was anymore. The thought of being by Erin’s side the entire night, wrapped up in the heat of the moment and nothing else made him shiver. A good shiver, though. All she had to do was say things like that and it got him burning up in all sorts of ways. He couldn’t hold back, even if he was handcuffed. Was he still nervous? Of course, but each seed she planted into his head was starting to rapidly grow and spiral out of control. “Just be gentle,” was all he asked, though he knew full well that he could snap at any moment. Maybe that was what she wanted.
Hearing that made Erin pull back just a little, and reach up to cup his chin. She turned her face towards his, staring deeply into his eyes. “Jasper, I don’t want to hurt you. At any time you can tell me you need to stop, and we’ll stop, and that’ll be okay. I don’t want you just to embrace me, I want you to embrace what you are, too. I think I can help in that. You can tell me if I’m wrong. You can tell me if I do something you don’t like. You can tell me exactly what you want.”
He rested his forehead against Erin’s, rather content with just staring back into her eyes. They were quite lovely, anyways. He wondered if anyone ever told her that. With a smile, he whispered back to her, “No... don’t stop. Not now. I think I’d die now if ya stopped.” Without waiting for a response, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, biting lightly at her lower lip. “I want you. Just don’t try to go 100 mph on the old car that hasn’t been driven in ten years, ya know?” Though warm it up a little at the beginning and Jasper knew he could go past being slow and gentle.
Erin smiled and kissed him gently. “Promise,” she said. “Gentle little baby steps.” And if it just so happened that she drove him crazy enough to beg for more, well hey, that was more than okay. Partially the plan, actually. She rubbed her thumb soft against his skin, and then brushed over his lips as she kissed his neck. She was still seeing glimpses of him, now and again, each vision being somehow slightly more glorious than the next. It made it difficult for her to keep a slow pace when she would have loved to just rip his clothes off and have him already, but there was something to be said for anticipation.
If only he had access to, you know, his hands, because then they would have pulled Erin in closer, slowly pulling that top over her head and see what exactly she was wearing underneath. Instead, he had to be tortured, though he wasn’t entirely complaining. It only got him more turned on, and how that was remotely possibly, seeing he was about to burst out from his jeans any second, was beyond him. His breath hitched lightly, breathing hard into her ear. “You’re such a fuckin’ minx.” He groaned those words out, unable to help it.
Erin bit her lip through a grin and let out a soft, throaty laugh. “I don’t think you have any idea what I’m capable of,” she murmured, before kissing all the way down to the collar of his undershirt. Then she reached down to pull that up and over his head, letting it sit down by his wrists. Jesus, he was beautiful. She let the trail of kisses continue downward. She paused briefly to look up at him and ask, “Are you a jealous guy?” That was an important question, the answer of which would help influence when the cuffs came off.