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Tweak says, "Kaylo Taco Bell"

Matthew Connelly (secondconnelly) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-01-21 20:30:00

Who: Matt & Jen
What: Taking care after her shooting
Where: Jen's Place
When: Backdated a bit, a few days after
Rating: Mature, duh.
Open? Nope! log - PART 1

	Jen:Jen wasn't entirely certain how much time had passed since she'd had the fight with the Marino, but she'd been told it'd been a week. She vaguely remembered voices and some more gunshots, then Matt's face lit with blue and red right before the world faded from view. Pain had woken her up, but then it was vaguely dulled by something they'd given her at the hospital. The rest was a blur that was occasionally coming back, but so far all she really remembered was the last day or so. When she'd woken up, her shoulder had been stiff...until she moved it. Lances of pain came with the barest tense of muscle so she had decided to just keep her arm as still as possible. Frankly, she was lucky she wasn't dead. From now on, she was drinking at home or the Firecracker. Nowhere else. She'd have been better prepared for a fight had she not been sipping liquid courage all night, but as it was, she was happy enough that she was going home right now instead of to her funeral. Her arm throbbed in pain and she wondered if it was time to take more pain meds yet. Sadly, she'd just taken her first dose a couple of hours ago. Each bump and jostle of the car was met with a hiss as she blanched, swallowing back. Glancing out the window, she took a deep breath, her right hand squeezing against the door.
	Matt: Being the proud man that he was, Matty wasn't about to admit how worried about her he was. Aside from the shooting itself (which, he'd kill that Italian fucker if given the chance), he knew that she'd gone clean from her drug use for a while, and her going through this without anything to block out the pain wasn't really an option. People could die from that kind of pain, easily. Driving her home now, Matty was quiet. A feat for the Connelly boy, but he didn't want to aggravate the situation. He'd periodically glance her way, making sure she wasn't in so much pain as he drove more carefully than he usually did. Finally pulling up outside her house, he turned off the car and turned toward her. "You doing okay?" He asked, unsure what else he could do or say to make her more comfortable.
	Jen:Matt hadn't really said much, but Jen had noticed that he'd been around almost every time she opened her eyes. She idly wondered if he felt guilty over the fact that she'd gotten shot by a Marino, but had he said anything about that being the case she'd have been quick to tell him that it wasn't his damned fault. She knew the consequences of her actions, and really, it was her own damned fault for being out and not being more careful. The music was off and the silence in the car was nearly deafening. Jen had been on her way to talk with Matt about everything that had happened when she'd caught that cab but somewhere along the line she'd lost that same nerve she'd had that night. Maybe the lead had bled it all out. As they pulled up she let out a slow breath and then glanced over, giving a wan smile. "Better, yeah, thanks," she murmured before her eyes flicked to her dark house. Moving her right hand to open the door, she grit her teeth and nudged it open with her knee before reaching down to unfasten her seat belt.
	Matt: "Don't." He quickly said to stop her, not wanting her to have to do anything that would hurt herself even more. Hell, being Matt, he'd suggest carrying her before he'd let strain herself. Quickly unbuckling himself and hopping out of the car, he walked around to open her car door for her. Anyone who said Matthew Connelly was an asshole would be right...90% of the time. There were times like now, when people he really cared about were involved, that he was just about the biggest push over known to man. Steadying one hand on the frame of the car, he reached across her to help her unbuckle her seatbelt. "You have your keys?" He asked, figuring it was easier to just get her inside, get her settled before the delved into talking about what had happened.
	Jen:Jen glanced over, her brow furrowing for a split second before she realized what he was telling her not to do. Stopping, she glanced up as he moved around her to unbuckle the belt, catching a whiff of his cologne, the familiarity of the scent making her stomach tighten in a way that wasn't familiar. Pushing the feeling away, she glanced up and nodded, oddly subdued for her usual headstrong self. Normally, Jen would have scoffed at someone trying to help her in an effort to not acknowledge her own weakness. Right now, though, she hurt, and Matt was being genuine in his want to help. She reached into her jacket pocket with her good hand, pulling out the keys and extending them to Matt as she slipped her legs from the car and stood.
	Matt: Taking her right arm after grabbing her keys, he helped her stand before he shut the car door behind her. Clicking the lock on his car, he waited for the chirp of the lock before he began to help her toward her front door. Taking it slowly, having had almost the exact same wound just a few short months ago, he knew exactly how badly it killed, then again, he'd had really strong pain killers most of the time. Reaching her door, he took out the keys and unlocked the front door before he fished around for the light. "Home sweet home, as they say." He said, trying to lighten the mood even just a little. He'd almost lost her because she got wrapped up in this war, and that scared him a lot more than he cared to admit.
	Jen:Walking slowly, as each footfall seemed to ache, she walked to the door and slipped in with him, bracing herself for the barking and jumping of dogs. After a moment, when no barking came, she glanced around again and then stepped inside, her face seeming to fall just the tiniest bit. She glanced back at him and gave another half smile. "Finally, I can eat real food again," she murmured, walking over and flipping another light on. Fishing into her pocket, she pulled out the bottle of painkillers that the doctor had given her and she set them on the kitchen counter before pausing and leaning her hip against it. Gunshots were so much more glamorous in movies.
	Matt: Watching her as she waited for her dogs, he realized that when he'd told her before, she'd been sedated. "I had my cousin take your dogs for a couple weeks, they're ok." He said, reassuring her that they'd be back, and he hadn't just forgotten to take care of them in her absence. "You want to order something in? I can't cook for shit." He said, looking around in her kitchen. Cereal and toast he could do well enough without making much of a mess, but beyond that, he had no cooking skills what so ever. His eyes fell to the pain killers on the counter, but then he looked back at her. He felt like he should apologize for getting her into all of this, or letting her get into it.
	Jen:Looking back at his reassurance, she nodded. "I remember it now, it just took a minute," she gave a soft chuckle before she reached up to rub her arm and then stopped, gritting her teeth. "Itches." She said, knowing full well that he knew what it was like. "Sure. Menus are on the fridge...I really don't care what it is, so long as it's not Jello or salisbury steak," she said. Her eyes followed his for a second and she pushed off of the counter, moving towards him. "What?" she asked, bristling just a little, preparing herself for the inevitable talk about her drug use that she felt might be coming.
	Matt: "I know." He said, making a face when she wanted to scratch her stitches. "You've just gotta distract yourself from it, it sucks, I know." He said, remembering that no matter how many times you've gotten shot, it still itches like a bitch. Giving her a nod, he walked over to the fridge and glanced over the fridge. "Cool..." He said, looking back at her when she caught him looking at her pills. "Nothing..." He said with a little shrug. He didn't want to talk to her about it, not now. Not when she'd just gotten home. She didn't need his nagging to add onto everything. "So uh...pizza or chinese?" He asked, blatantly trying to divert the subject.
	Jen:Codeine. She knew that there were stronger pain killers. Why hadn't they given her morphine? Oxycontin? Percoset? Why codeine? It was the baby painkiller and so far, all it was doing was taking the very edge off. She shifted her eyes from Matt again and made her way pat him to the couch where she slowly sat down. "Pizza," she answered automatically. "Supreme." She leaned back against the couch and then drew in a short breath, letting it out. She'd wait until he'd order the pizza before she asked him what was really bothering him.
	Matt: "You got it." He said with a nod, picking up her phone. He dialed the number and ordered a large supreme pizza and a couple bottles of soda before they quoted him a price and arrival time. Nodding, he hung up and put the phone back in the cradle. He headed back into the living room and looked at her a moment before he sunk down to the couch a bit next to her, but enough to still give her space to sit down. "Pizza will be here in about twenty. Which, y'know, means an hour." He said, smirking a little bit. He laced his fingers together and leaned back. "Can I get you anything?"
	Jen:Listening to him place the order, Jen rested her head against the back of the couch and closed her eyes before she heard him walk over and sit down. Her hazel eyes moved to his face and she looked at him for a long moment before her eyes shifted away. She wanted to make some sort of smart ass comment, something about wanting a shot of whiskey or another handful of codeine, but for once she realized that it would be in bad taste. After another moment of silence, she glanced over again. "Thanks," she murmured, "for taking care of the dogs..and everything else."
	Matt: He shrugged a little at her gratitude. "No problem." He said, leaning his head against the palm of his hand, his elbow against the back of the couch. "You would have done the same thing for me ... well maybe." He said, smiling softly at her. He glanced down to her shoulder and then back to her. "Are you in any pain?" He knew he was probably annoying the hell out of her with all of his questions, but he just wanted to make sure she was fine. Logic told him he wasn't, but he couldn't help but feel responsible.
	Jen:Jen kept her shoulders still as she breathed, a more genuine smile crossing her face as she glanced at him. She would have. Hell, she would have before had she known that he'd been hurt. When he asked about her shoulder, she winced and nodded. "Yeah. The codeine...is a little weak," she said, trying not to sound desperate or disappointed when she said it. She wasn't annoyed in the slightest by his questions, but rather...she was embarassed. Beyond the superficial fact that her credibility as an employee was shot, she hated above all things to appear helpless. Right now, that's exactly what she was.
	Matt: "I know." He said, more sympathetic than what she probably expected. He reached over and clapped a hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb over her jeans. He wanted to allow her any comfort he could right now. "Hey, there's always whiskey, but then, that's what got you into this predicament in the first place I guess." He said, looking over at her. "I'm sorry." He said somewhat out of the blue, but sincere in any case. He really was truly sorry that he'd involved her with this war without giving her proper protective detail.
	Jen:Her brow furrowed a little at the way he reacted to her answer but she brushed it off and then slipped her hand over his on her knee, giving it a soft squeeze. She chuckled and then groaned. "Yeah. Guess I'm gonna stay home when I drink now," she said, echoing at least the first part of her earlier thought. Blinking when he apologized, her mouth opened and then closed before her brow furrowed again. Keeping her voice pitched soft, she frowned. "For what?"
	Matt: He flexed his fingers a bit to lace through hers, staying quiet for a moment as they just sat there. "Yeah, I think that's probably smart. Or at least, don't drink alone." He countered, giving her a little nod. He pursed his lips together a bit as he considered how best to answer her inquiry. "For getting you into all this..." He said with a little bit of a shrug. He didn't really know how else to say it. He knew that it wasn't his fault, but he'd been careless. It seemed like things were falling apart since Patrick was gone, and that was all his fault, there was no way around it.
	Jen:Jen paused and then turned her head towards his. "I knew that you were going to say that," she said, drawing in a sharp breath through her nose as her own lips pursed and her jaw tightened, but she didn't slip her fingers from his. "But Matt, it's not your fault, and if you think I didn't know what I was in for when I signed onto this stuff?" Her voice softened and she leaned her head back, breaking their gaze. "I shouldn't have been out, but what's done is done. Can we just...reset?" she asked.
	Matt: Holding her hand there, he didn't feel the urge to pull away like he usually did with such a simple gesture. He shrugged a little at her telling him it wasn't his fault, but shook his head. "I should have known better." He said a bit. His jaw tightened a little at her asking him if they could reset. It would be nice, he'd say that. So much had happened between them, from the way his feelings had actually manifested for her, to her sleeping with his brother, something that still made his blood boil hot when he thought about it. "I'd like to." He said quietly as he stared down at their hands. "I don't really know how that happens."
	Jen:Despite getting angrier, she just chuckled and shook her head. "I'm not going to argue with you, Matt. For once, right? Maybe we both should have known better." She sighed, swallowing back a tiny lick of pain as her chest moved. The pain, though, wasn't from her shoulder she realized. When had things gotten to this point? When had her relationship with Matt turned from friendship with benefits to something that even required starting over? She looked up at him, her gaze sober, and she let her eyes shift back to his face. "I don't either. Never...really had to worry about it," she said, her voice a little rough.
	Matt: Matt wasn't a commitment kind of guy. Everyone knew that, hell his mother even knew that, much to her disappointment. He wasn't like his brothers, the way they could set on one woman and be perfectly happy. How Patrick did it, even with a fireball like Kate, he had no clue. He cracked a small smile at her not fighting him and nodded a little bit. "Yeah, me either." He said quietly, thinking about what exactly it was that brought them to this point. She had the ability to piss him off like nobody's business, but then make him feel like he was someone worth fighting for. It was different, and he never had known how exactly it was they came to this point. "I think I was ignoring you...at least, the situation." He said honestly, trying to figure out what exactly the error was that had her out drinking without someone around to keep her safe.
	Jen:Commitment. The only real commitment that Jen had ever made she fucked up royally, and that was to her own country. She knew she was wrecked and saddling someone else with that? She wasn't a sadist. As much as Matt pissed her off sometimes, she wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy. Besides, he made her feel needed and welcome, something she hadn't really ever felt in her entire life. To his honesty, Jen snorted softly, giving a half-grin. "Ya think?" she said, biting her lip. "That's why I was coming to the Cracker. To see you. But...don't you dare think that makes all this your fault, alright?" she said, her voice clipped as she squeezed his hand.
	Matt: Matt heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head. "You were coming to see me?" He asked, trying to take her advice and not blame himself even more. "What were you coming to see me for?" He asked, his eyes glancing over and taking her in as she sat there. He had a bit of a feeling of what she might be coming to see him about, and the conversation really was inevitable. Matty felt like he should bolt for the door, but he wasn't about to do that.
	Jen:"What do you think?" she asked, fixing him with an unreadable look as she waited for his response. Her hand was clammy now and she felt vaguely ill. What the hell was she going to say to him before? Mostly, it was going to be either a heartfelt apology or a lot of yelling. Knowing their tendency to get into arguments, it probably would have been the latter. Anything to avoid the inevitable conversation that they were going to have. Feelings were much easier left buried beneath tension.
	Matt: Shrugging his shoulders a little, he sighed. "You tell me." He countered, matching her look. He wasn't about to give an inch, as he'd said his piece, even when it had been while drunk and bleeding. Whatever she'd come to tell him, he wanted to hear it, and he'd at least try and hear it without interrupting her or arguing every point she made.
	Jen:Well, shit. That hadn't worked. Lowering her eyes, she took a deep breath and then raised her right hand to her face, running her palm over it. She felt like hell, but she supposed having this conversation right now was better than waiting until a good day. She took a deep breath and then let it out, glancing over at him. The last thing she wanted to do was run him out. She'd be alone. "I wanted to apologize," she said, swallowing. "I was wrong for what I did and I never meant to piss you off. If you don't want me to see anyone else, I won't...but you can't expect me to do that unless you're willing to tell me why you don't want me to." There. She gave it five seconds before he shut down, got pissed, or tried to change the subject. Or maybe run screaming, she really didn't know.
	Matt: Matt listened to her, his throat tightening and seeming to shut off his air supply as she spoke. He couldn't give her what he thought that she deserved. He couldn't be that be-all, end-all relationship, and he couldn't devote himself to her, and her alone. However that did not stop him from wanting that from her. He'd have to make a compromise somewhere, but he just didn't know where. Inhaling deeply when she put it to his response, he didn't quite know what to say. "I don't know how to put a label on what's going on inside me." Oh God, his brothers would have a field day if they knew that Matty was actually bordering on having a talk about feelings. "I know you make me crazy ... both in a good way, and yeah sometimes a bad way." He said, taking another deep breath, though his hand never left hers. "It pisses me off to think about you with someone else, and I don't know how to change that."
	Jen:Jen waited, her teeth finding her lower lip as she chewed on it, listening to what he had to say, her nerves nearly getting the best of her. Her eyes ticked over his face, watching and waiting for him to say something definite. This had to be something psychological that they could explain, right? A dependency on one another. God knew she was dependent on everything else. Maybe she was making him feel that way too. "But...there are other people that make you feel like that, right?" she asked, her voice tentative. She didn't know what she wanted him to say. If he said no, then that raised a whole lot of issues that just made Jen's stomach tighten. If he said yes, well then...she'd probably feel the same way he did. "How do you think I feel? I just...would rather not know about it. If you're off with someone else, that's your business. If I don't know about it...it doesn't bother me." She frowned, realizing that what she was basically saying was 'lie to me.'
	Matt: Swallowing hard as she spoke, he nodded a bit. "Yeah..." He managed to say, though it really wasn't an answer one way or another. He didn't like that neither one of them seemed willing to take that step and define what they were enough to make them committed to each other. It was just his wiring, and apparently hers as well. "I think I can adhere to that..." He finally said, looking down at their entwined hands before he glanced back up at hers. "But honestly..." He said, not really wanting to say this last bit, but needing to. "Family's gotta be off limits." He said, attempting to crack a smile but failing. He didn't want to put 'rules' on what this was, but he couldn't rightly handle another time like that moment in the bar. "Shit doesn't stay buried in my family."
	Jen:Basically, Lonn was off-limits. It was really a shame. Jen didn't have the same kinds of feelings for Lonn that she did Matt, but it didn't seem right to just toss Lonn off to the side like that, even if she already had told him that their little interlude wasn't going to become a repeat offense. She paused, her jaw flexing just a little, and she nodded. There was another pause before she cleared her throat and looked him square in the eyes. "Fine. But you have to agree that when you're...sick of me, you tell me straight out. Don't dangle me on because you're afraid you'll hurt my feelings, alright? And don't stick around out of pity or any shit like that." Her throat tightened at that and she looked away, her lips tight.
	Matt: Matt nodded slowly, watching her reaction when he told her he didn't want her with any of his brothers. His jaw tightened a little at the obvious time it took her to decide if those were terms she could agree to. It took him a lot to get over what had happened with her and Lonn, and he didn't like that thought lingering in his mind. He glanced her way when she set her terms, and as much as he wanted to flat out deny that he'd never put it like that, and he wouldn't, the best thing right now was to pay her the same respect she'd done him. "I'll never disrespect you like that." He said honestly, meaning that sincerely. He wasn't like that, but even if he was ... Jen has proven to mean more to him than he cared to admit, and he had a thing about him, where he tried his damndest not to hurt the ones he cared about.
	Jen:Jen didn't want to mention the chat she'd had with Lonn about his brother for fear that the mere mention of her spending time with Lonn could have been a sore point. She swallowed, trying to get the damned lump out of her throat before she spoke again. "Okay." She drew in a breath again, licking her lips as she ran her thumb over the back of his hand. Damn her mouth had gotten dry. She wanted to ask him what the hell they were doing. Something just screamed at her that it was a bad idea, but she ignored it. She didn't want to be alone, and furthermore, she didn't want to admit to anyone, let alone herself, what Matt Connelly meant to her. "Good...cause if you did, I'd kick your ass. Bum arm or not," she informed him, giving a nervous laugh.
	Matt: Matt managed to crack a little smile at her last comment and he nodded. "I'm not denying you could." He said holding up his free hand in a bit of a mock surrender. He looked at her a moment, seriousness filling the moment. "Okay." He said finally, and that was more or less, the end of that. He squeezed her hand, his palm flat against hers as he looked over at her. Whether or not he loved her, that was something that not even he'd said to more than one person in his life that wasn't the familial kind of love. He just knew he cared about her more than he knew how to put into words, and when she wasn't with him, he was thinking about her. That kind of a thing scared the shit out of him, but at least now ... well, they were in it, wahtever it was. Leaning forward, his free hand cupped the side of her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he made sure to be careful not to touch her shoulder. "I'd let you kick my ass." He said with a little bit of a smile.
	Jen:Right now, Jen wasn't under an illusions that she could kick anyone's ass. Her dogs could probably lick her to death in the state she was in. She gave his hand a slight squeeze back, some of the weight off of her that she'd been carrying around for a while now. As he leaned in and touched her face, she locked eyes with him again, though now her gaze seemed less troubled now. "Let me? Ha." She smirked. "I'd kiss you right now if I wouldn't tear my stitches," she laughed, her lips widening into a grin.
	Matt: He smiled back at her, feeling relieved after the talk they'd had, like there wasn't just this big web of unknown shit out there between them. "Let me then." He said in response to her, standing up as he finally let his hand slip from hers. He studied her as if he were studying the engine of a car, trying to figure the best way in which to get to her without hurting her. Bracing both hands on either side of her on the couch, he gave her a little bit of a smirk. "Just don't move." He instructed before he dipped his head down to kiss her.
	Jen:Jen didn't think about their talk too much, because frankly, it really hadn't been much of one. But they had an agreement now, even if it was nebulous at best. She slipped her hand back, flattening it against her jeans before she glanced up and chuckled. "Don't move?" she asked, just before he leaned down. It was hard to stay still, mostly because it wasn't in Jen's nature. She tilted her head, her lips eagerly drinking in his kiss. At this point, she was practically starved for the attention. The pain in her shoulder was still there, but for right now she ignored it, raising one hand to run her fingers along his jaw.
	Matt: Matty was trying to be good. He knew she was hurt, but part of him, a part that he thought he might need to talk about with a shrink or something, wanted her, a lot. Maybe it was the fact that whatever they'd been hiding inside themselves was out, or maybe it was that there was a slight bit of helplessness in her that he didn't get a chance to see before. She was vulnerable, which was a whole new side to her. His fingers gripped the back of the couch as he leaned in further as she tilted her head to greet his kiss, his lips instantly parting against hers, tongue flicking over her lower lip. He had to constantly remind himself that she was injured, and he couldn't simply toss her down on the bed and have her.
	Jen:Damn. The kiss made her head spin in a way that the drugs hadn't quite managed. Right now, ignoring the throb in her shoulder was so much easier. Her heart beat a little faster as she slanted her lips to his, her tongue teasing out against his. Fucking Marino bastard asshole jerks... her mind went on and on, cursing the idiot who'd decided that shooting her was the greatest addition to her already shitty run of luck. A part of her reasoned that they could be careful, but that part of her was quickly beaten down by the rational part of Jen which screamed that 'careful' was one of the few words that couldn't describe anything Matt and Jen had ever done. Breaking the kiss, she gave a shaky breath against his lips. "I need a very very cold shower," she whispered, closing her eyes as a look of regret touched her face.
	Matt: As much as he wanted to just throw caution to the wind and take her right there, he knew better than to do that. He'd end up taking her right back to the hospital and he'd have to explain to the doctor why she'd torn out her stitches. One hand left the back of the couch as he braced one knee between her legs on the couch, keeping one hand braced on the couch to keep his body off of hers. It was almost slow torture to be so close and yet so far away from her. "Yeah..." He managed to get out when his lips had parted from hers, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He probably should go take a cold shower himself, but instead he moved in, bypassing her lips and moving down the right side of her neck, his teeth grazing over her skin between soothing the spots with his tongue. "Showers are overrated." He murmured with a little bit of a smile.
	Jen:Jesus. This was worse than being shot. Her eyes opened to move over his face as he moved his lips past hers, the scrape of his teeth causing her to shiver just slightly. She bit off the wince like a champ, determined not to let her shoulder ruin what little attentions she could get. A breathless chuckle huffed against his neck as he ran his lips over hers and she agreed with a simple "mhmm." Her good hand stole up to steady on his chest, resting right over where he'd been shot not too long ago.
	Matt: His entire body ached for her, but he inwardly scolded himself. This wasn't about him right now. Though, her soft moaning was not helping him in the least bit. His fingers moved down her front, grazing down over her stomach until he found the fasten of her pants. If he couldn't have her, then maybe at least he could make her forget about her pain for a little bit. "You tell me when you need me to stop." He murmured, lips pressed against her ear. He slid his palm flat against her stomach, fingers delving deeper into the apex between her legs.
	Jen:"Wha--oh shit," gasping, Jen lifted her hips, a shiver moving through her, causing her to press her shoulder back into the couch to keep steady. Her shoulder hurt, but...she'd worry about it later. Right now, all she could think about was the fact that for once in the past week she wasn't just feeling pain. Her eyes closed, her face a mask of intense need as she parted her knees. She forced a part of her mind to keep her body still, but it was difficult to say the least. "Matt..." she panted, leaning her head back against the couch.
	Matt: Matty couldn't help but smirk a little at the reaction he garnered from her. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his own arousal in check as he worked on pleasing her. Taking a bit of a step back, his lips and hands tore away from her body to carefully pull her pants and underwear down her legs, careful not to jostle her body as he did so. Moving to brace himself again on her couch again as he captured her lips in a heavy kiss. His fingers moved back down her body before he pressed to of them to her clit. "Again...tell me if you want me to stop." He mumbled into her lips.
	Jen:A sound of protest left her lips as he moved, but when she saw what he was doing she helped. Lifting her hips, she waited until he was done to settle back against the couch, toeing off her shoes and peeling the pants off with just a grunt of pain that was quickly stifled. That was her fault, not his. She leaned back, tilting her lips against his with a slight moan as he slipped his fingers back down her form. "Okay," she breathed, knowing that there was no way she was going to tell him to stop short of actually tearing her stitches.
	Matt: Moving his free hand back to hold the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her hair as his fingers rolled in languid circles, testing her before he'd move on. He kissed her heavily, his breath coming in short pants as he moved his fingers against her, not daring to delve inside of her just yet. He knew that whatever pain might have been in her, pleasure could only battle that, so he wanted to make this last as long as it could for her. He definitely had the suspicion that he'd be needing to excuse himself after she was done to comandeer her shower and take a cold one himself.
	Jen:Her heart was pounding faster, her skin heated to the touch as they kissed, her own breaths short against his lips. Her chest rose and fell, a plaintive moan vibrating against his kiss as he teased her. Her head swam with each roll of his fingers on her sensitive flesh. Her teeth caught his lower lip, sucking it between her lips as she nibbled softly and lifted her hips just slightly. If he was trying to make her feel better, he was doing one hell of a good job.
	Matt: A low rumble of a growl came from him when she bit at his lower lip, his teeth biting together to keep his own desires at bay. His fingers moved to slide into her, his thumb moving to take over with brushing slow circles over her clit while his fingers worked in and out of her, building just a slow tandem of a pace inside of her. "Feeling any better?" He murmured, grinning a cheshire grin as he continued to work on pleasing her. He kissed beneath the crook of her jaw, sucking softly at her neck there.
	Jen:She let go of his lip the moment his hand moved lower, her lips opening as she gasped. Her skin felt impossibly hot, almost feverish as his fingers moved into her, her breath hitching as a small sound left her lips. "Uh huh," she answered, her breaths shallow and fast as he moved his lips to her neck and kept his fingers moving in a slow pace. She ached, but not in a bad way. Her shoulder was a phantom memory of pain at this point. She'd been practically celibate lately and it had been killing her. Now, her nerves were working overtime thanks to his gracious attentions. He had to be dying and she knew it, a brief moment of guilt crossing before she moaned again, louder, tilting her head to give his kisses easier access.
	Matt: He licked his lips as he watched her writhing beneath his touch, finding the sight of her there impossibly hot. He breathed out heavy breaths as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her in a quicker tandem than before, his fingers spreading inside of her and curling as he pulled back out and thrust in again. He leaned back down and captured her lips with a heated kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth and stroking against hers. He groaned a little into her, unable to keep his own arousal for her at bay as he worked his fingers over her.
	Jen:Her lips were impossibly dry as she panted, her eyes half-closed as his hand moved faster. She reached up and gripped his arm, the one that was leaning against the back of the couch, and she lifted her hips into his hand, a moan tearing from her throat and rumbling against his lips. "Matt..." she moaned, a plaintive sound as she felt her stomach tighten harder, his actions so close to dragging her over the edge. A ringing sounded and her brow furrowed, her glance stealing over to the door. She looked to Matt, hoping he was going to stop on account of the delivery guy.
	Matt: He grinned a little, the heat pulsing off of her and heating him to his very core. He wanted so badly just to take her right then and there, but he knew much better than to do that. He was going to draw her climax from her soon, he knew that, and was intent on doing so. Hearing the bell echoing through her house, he looked toward the door with a scowl as he contemplated exactly which thing was more important. "Hold that thought baby." He said, leaning in and kissing her one last time before extracting his fingers from her and pushing himself up. His slightly baggy jeans did enough to hide most of his arousal. Digging into his pants pocket, he pulled out forty bucks, which was considerably more than the pizza cost. Throwing the door open, he must have scared the shit out of the kid standing there. "Keep the change." Matt said as he thrust the money toward the kid and reached out for the pizza and drinks.
	Jen:Jen wanted more, but she was worried that she couldn't take it. She gave Matt a desperate look, her jaw dropping slightly and she looked at him, completely helpless for the second time that night. She reached over and dragged the blanket off of the back of the couch over her lap, combing her free hand back through her hair as she watched Matt head to the door. Her heart sped in her chest and she still panted, licking her lips a couple of times before she fervently wished she'd grabbed a bottle of water. Damn. Resting her head back, she let out a soft curse and then waited for Matt to come back, wanting to strangle the delivery boy for his bad timing.
	Matt: The poor kid was looking at Matt like he were about to deck him, and if he didn't get going soon, Matt was tempted to. "Yeah, happy holidays." He said back to the delivery guy before he shut the door and locked it. Dropping the pizza down on the nearest surface, he put the drinks on top of the box, figuring, they could wait a bit. He made his way back over to the couch, a little faster than he really needed to. He saw her there, looking as if someone were torturing her and gave her a wolfish smile. "You doing okay without me?" He asked as he slid back into his spot on the couch.
	Jen:Right now, Jen didn't care about pizza or her growling stomach. It could wait. Glowering up at Matt, though there really was no menace behind it, she raised an eyebrow. "Oh, just fine," she leaned back, looking up at him as he pressed back against the couch. She glanced down his body, her lips moving to his as she slipped her palm down to cup the rather noticeable arousal he'd managed to hide well enough from the pizza boy. "I should ask you the same thing," she breathed, nipping at his lower lip.
	Matt: Matt smirked at the look she gave him, he shook his head. "Fuckin' timing." He growled, leaning toward her to give her another kiss, he was halted when her hand moved over his arousal. "Oh shit..." He said, his voice rumbling a little. "You really shouldn't do that." He murmured before he leaned in and kissed her heavily, one hand moving down to rub softly over her clit again. His fingers worked a little faster with a fervor he'd previously held back. That little interruption had not made him any less of an impatient man.
	Jen:The pitch of his voice sent another shiver down her spine and she opened her mouth, her lips swollen and red from their kissing. She gave him a soft squeeze before her palm moved again, rubbing just a little harder. He distracted her, though, as he leaned in and kissed her, his fingers returning to their previous teasing with a speed that he'd not had before. Her moan broke and she exhaled against his lips, her eyes closing again.
	Matt: A growl of a moan rumbled from deep in his chest when her hand moved against him. "Fuck..." He didn't entirely realize how sensitive to her touch he was until she was actually touching him, and it really wasn't helping the whole arousal thing he had going. Kissing her back, he broke away and bowed his forehead against hers, his eyes glowering into hers for a moment as he worked on her. A small smirk graced his lips when her eyes fluttered closed, his fingers then delving deep into her without warning. He pushed deep inside of her, pushing his fingers inside of her until he couldn't anymore, and curled his fingers in a 'come here' motion, rubbing against her inner walls.
	Jen:It was almost like old times, only now their roles were switched. She was the injured one and here he was, taking care of her. She felt his forehead rest against hers and she didn't fight the smile it brought to her lips as she closed her eyes. A surprised and pleased moan tore from her lips again as he pressed deep into her, causing her hips to press down against his hand. He brought her easily and suddenly over the edge, her muscles tensing, sending a flare of pain through her shoulder that was mixed and dulled by the pleasure running through her.
	Matt: A rough growling moan sounded from her as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her as she came, a wide grin spreading across his lips as he continued to work on her through her orgasm. "Fuck you're so hot..." He murmured into her lips as he leaned in and kissed her. His fingers refused to relent even as her muscles twitched and tightened around them. He smirked a little into her lips and kissed her again. "Feel better, hm?" He said, grinning down at her.
	Jen:Her moans grew in pitch as he drew out the pleasure, her body liquifying as he kept up with her. Her hand moved in a slow pace, starting to rub against him again as she bathed her lips with her tongue, a soft laugh leaving her. "God, you too..." she murmured, nipping his lower lip. She tilted her head back and groaned again, softly rocking her hips with his movements. "A little," she managed, her eyes glazed with pleasure as she smiled. She'd forgotten all about real food at this point.
	Matt: Matt smirked down at her, licking his lips as if he were a wolf licking his chops. "Good." He said, his fingers still pumping in and out of her, however slowly now. His mind was swirling a little with the coupling of her climax and how damn hot she looked and the way her hand moved against him. "You don't have to..." He said, his voice husky with desire and not all that convincing. He just didn't want her to strain herself at all.
	Jen:Each brush of his fingertips against her overly sensitive skin sent shocks through her body, little electric zings of pleasure that traveled through her groin. Still brushing her flat palm against him, she shook her head. "There's gotta be a way," she murmured, her hazel eyes meeting his, softer than before, yielding. She wanted him. Not just because she was horny or in pain. Not just because she wanted something familiar. She wanted Matt, wanted to crush her lips against his as their bodies joined, simply because he was Matt. "If we're careful..." she whispered.