Jason Richards (leothedetective) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-04-23 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 10.04.11, jason, justice, lucas |
Putting Off the Inevitable
Who: Jason, Justice, and Lucas
What: Cleaning up
When: Tuesday night
Where: Hunter residence
Warnings: NSFW
Justice had found it incredibly difficult to pull away from Jason long enough to get into her car. She’d been surrounded by his scent, his jacket warm and comforting as she ran to her car. Fumbling for her keys in her pocket, she’d heard a noise behind her, head whipping around in response. Her owl was still too close to the surface, too alert. She sniffed the air, trying to see if there was anything beyond the scent of Jason’s coat, their sex, but she was fighting a losing battle. It was probably just a cat, in any case.
She finally got her car open and started, taking a moment to breathe before pulling out and leading the way to her house. She was hoping that Lucas was either asleep, or engrossed in a film. So engrossed that he wouldn’t notice the state she was in, nor the fact that she was bringing a half-naked guy into the house. God, she hoped Jason put on a shirt before he got out the car...much as she’d mourn the fact that she couldn’t perv on him, she really didn’t want to try and talk to her son with him standing behind her shirtless.
Parking up outside the house, she got out, still holding her coat loosely in one hand, the other clutching his jacket closed. She was just wearing a bra underneath; that was something her son really didn’t need to see.
“You ready for this?” She asked in an undertone as he got out of his car, knowing he’d hear her perfectly.
Jason had dug a tee shirt out of his workout bag under the seat and put it on. It was sticking to his back and arms where the nail marks were starting to scab over, but it wasn’t bad. He knew this was going to be awkward and possibly only the first of the confrontations he’d have to deal with tonight. But really, the more he thought about it, the more he decided he wasn’t making her go home to face her son alone. He was not afraid of a little bird, no matter how much the kid had a reason to assume the worst of him. Besides, it would look better if they didn’t hide it from any of their kids for long. He didn’t want his daughters dating behind his back, and he shouldn’t do it to them.
So, practice what he preached, which meant starting with not acting like they were doing a walk of shame. They were adults, for Pete’s sake. “No,” he said honestly. “But I don’t really care at this point either. He’s either going to think the worst or he won’t. Might as well get it over with.”
“Alright.” She took a deep breath, unlocking the front door and letting them both in. The lights were off downstairs, and Justice was really hoping that meant that Lucas was asleep, or at least otherwise occupied. Right now she wouldn’t even care if he was breaking her rules and had Alanna over, just as long as he stayed in his room. She headed straight for the stairs, beckoning him to follow her as she carefully (and silently) placed her keys in the shallow bowl on the telephone table at the bottom of the stairs.
Lucas had heard his mother's car when it pulled up and had made his way down the stairs. He'd just reached the bottom when she opened the door and to his surprise the smell of sex flew in through the door and nearly knocked him over. And then the man, a very large werecat of some sort, came in after her. She'd not noticed him yet, far too occupied with trying to be quiet he assumed, so he decided to be a bit of an ass.
Reaching out, he flicked the light on at the bottom of the stairs and folded his arms across his chest. They looked like they'd gone a couple of rounds in a ring. Ew. He arched a brow at the both of them expectantly. "I assume this was consensual." he said. "Despite the fact that you both look like you got ran over with a truck."
He'd been good and not brought Alanna over that night despite the urge to do so, now he was grateful. She'd probably have fainted from just the sight of them considering she couldn't decipher the smell of sex the way that he could. "Mom, can I have my laptop back so I can watch Netflix with my headset while you two do... whatever you're going to do?"
She was kidding right? She wanted to sneak into her own house to avoid her son? He gave her a look of disbelief, especially since he could see the kid on the stairs, since he wasn’t as distracted. “Hi,” he greeted the boy as he spoke up. He couldn’t blame him for the concern. But that did not mean he was going to act like they’d done anything. Because they hadn’t. “I’m Jason. Nice to meet you.”
Lucas was taking this much better than both Justice seemed to think he would and Jason would have expected. Somebody would have laid into him with all her claws by now at his house.
Had Justice heard Jason’s thoughts, she would have tried to defend herself by claiming that she thought Lucas might be asleep, or busy. And also she didn’t want to face her son with no shirt on. She’d be lying, for the most part, but she really didn’t have the energy to argue with Lucas right now.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to be as upset about things as she’d thought.
“Yes, it was consensual,” Justice muttered, rolling her eyes at her son. “Do you really think he’d be here if it wasn’t? With all his limbs intact?” Yes, she looked horrendous - but so did Jason. They’d both gone at each other, no holds barred. She fished his laptop and headphones out of the cupboard she’d put them in, handing them to Lucas. Not that he would need them, because her and Jason weren’t going to have sex again. He was just using her shower.
"Hi." Lucas replied to the man, eyes wandering over the guy so he could commit him to memory just in case he ever did anything to hurt his mother. He might have only been an owl, but he was protective of Justice because she was the only family that he had left really. At least the only close bit of family aside from Alanna. He'd be damned if he let some guy hurt her or break her heart. "Lucas." he added.
"Point taken." he said to his mother as he moved toward her to take the headphones, ignoring how roughed up she looked. Apparently they liked it rough, which was the most gross thing in the universe if only because it was his mother and he'd like to think she never had sex. Ever. "You'll notice that I behaved myself." he added as he turned back towards the stairs and took the first couple. "That sex smell, that's you guys." Hey, he had to be a little bit of a smart ass. She'd come in smelling to high heaven of pussy. And pussy. Cat.
Yuck.
"I'm going to my room to hide." he told her, taking a couple more steps and then turning around and going back down to the landing. His attentions on Jason, he eyed him. "Hurt my mother and I'll make sure she's the last person you ever have sex with. Nice meeting you."
The kid was pushing his luck. Jason stayed quiet, as he was kind of warring between being amused and his parental instincts to remind the kid not to talk his mother that way. He did notice the boy not directly looking at Justice and immediately felt bad. He didn’t even know how she’d cut her lip, but he knew what it looked like.
“Fair enough,” he agreed, actually glad Lucas had said it. He clearly cared about his mother. Good on him. “Have a nice night.”
Justice snorted. “Now you know how I feel when you and Alanna are in the same room for more than five minutes.” She knew Lucas had kept Alanna away from Justice for a reason; even without the pregnancy hormones, the two of them were swimming in lust. Just another reason why she didn’t miss being a teenager.
“Night, Lucas. I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.” There would probably be more yelling when she wasn’t feeling exhausted and itchy, with Jason standing right beside her. Right now, though, she was feeling like they’d gotten off lightly. Sighing, she smiled wryly at Jason, before starting up the stairs.
“C’mon. Shower’s upstairs.” She showed him to the bathroom, making a quick getaway before he started stripping again. She was tempted enough as it was, but she really didn’t want to start having sex right next to her son’s room. Sighing again, she headed for her own room, stripping off her jeans. She sat on her bed, his jacket wrapped around her, breathing in for a moment before forcing herself to move, get up and take the jacket off. Slipping on an oversized tee, she folded his jacket, laying it down on the bed. Next to the pile of clean towels she hadn’t put back in the bathroom this morning.
“Oh, shit.” She closed her eyes. Great. Just great.
Lucas was glad the man agreed. "You too." he said, glancing over at his mother. "Yeah, well, can't control how I feel all that well." he smiled. "Teenage hormones and all." In all honesty, he was glad that his mother was getting out for several reasons mostly, because he knew that she'd focus less on him, but that was besides the point. "Night, Mom." he said, deciding against kissing her cheek like usual because he wasn't really sure what all had been in the vicinity of his mother's face and he liked not to think in that direction if possible.
Ew.
"Goodnight, Jason. Have a safe trip home. If you're not staying the night." he added. "I'm gonna go to my room now. And turn on something loud and pretend that I can't smell. Have fun." Ew.
Ew, ew, ew.
Trudging up the stairs, he disappeared into his room and decided to pretend that he'd never seen what he'd just seen and tucked his headphones onto his head, finding the loudest and most action filled movie he could locate. Hopefully that would drown out whatever they were doing. Getting up off of his bed, he moved over to the opposite corner of the room and plopped down on the floor with some blankets. Being right next to the wall that separated his room and the bathroom wasn't something he planned on doing, thank you very much. Like they weren't going to screw again. Psh.
“I’m not staying,” he told Lucas, which might not make the kid feel better. “I have to get home to my kids. Just wanted to clean up first.” He came into the house looking and smelling like this and Chloe would hit the roof, alert her sisters and there wouldn’t be enough of his body left to identify in the morning. “They’re not going to take this as well as you did.”
Understatement of the century.
He nodded to Justice, letting her precede him up the stairs. He really did just plan on taking a shower, changing, making sure Justice was as all right after all of this and go home. It was late and he was already in deep shit. Not to mention he had to be up early so he could actually get to the crime scene they’d found earlier. “Thanks,” he said to Justice, assuming if she wanted to use it first, she’d have said something. He’d stripped out of his clothing and gotten in the shower, trying not to take too long.
Shit, shit, shit. Justice stared at the towels, as if she could magically make them appear in the bathroom if she stared hard enough, or long enough. But nope. They just sat there. Useless fluffy assholes, mocking her. She already knew how this was going to end, knew that if she walked in there with him in the shower, she wasn’t gonna leave. Sighing, she reached under her tshirt, unfastening her bra and throwing it onto the floor. Fuck it. She might as well make things easier.
Picking up the pile of towels, she stuck her head out into the hallway, checking that Lucas’ door was closed. This tshirt was just long enough to cover her ass. Barely. And she really didn’t want to flash her son, not after she’d already scarred him by coming home with a guy, looking beat up and stinking of sex. She knocked on the door, trying the handle to see if he’d locked it.
“Jason?”
Jason was surprised at the knock. She wasn’t seriously thinking about going again with her son in the next room? Not that he’d object, but he was fairly certain she was already going to have trouble walking tomorrow and didn’t want to traumatize the kid anymore for one night.
“Yeah?” he called as he scrubbed shampoo out of his hair. “I’m sorry, I forgot to lock it.” One of the reasons he’d gotten a house with two bathrooms. So his daughters and he would stop walking in on each other. And to avoid all of Chloe’s girly stuff.
She opened the door, stepping inside, looking at the towels in her hands rather than anywhere near the shower. Because that way badness lay.
“Sorry, I forgot that I did laundry yesterday, and there’s no towels in here. I’ll just...yeah.” She put them down on the toilet seat, doing her best not to breathe. Or look up. Or look anywhere at all, really. Unfortunately, speaking required breathing. And catching his scent again, knowing he was completely naked, was too much for her already crumbling willpower. Her eyes slowly moved from the floor, to the edge of the shower cubicle, raking up his body from his feet, right up to his face. She swallowed hard. And tried to convince herself to leave, right now.
Oh she was just bringing in towels. “Thanks,” he said, trying to keep his eyes on the wall in front of him. While he’d washed all of the smell of himself, it only made what was pouring off Justice stronger, especially warmed by the humid air in the small room. He could almost feel her looking at him, heard her sigh. On one hand, her son was in the next room. Which made Jason hesitate. On the other hand, the kid had seemed resigned to the ignoring the idea. “Either get in here or leave,” he grumbled softly. The choice was hers, really, even in shadow from the door, she could see the effect the smell coming off her alone was doing to him physically.
Hearing his voice, low and rough, really didn’t help. She had her hand on the doorknob, but she was having real problems remembering how it worked. Her gaze dropped a little, thighs clenching as she realised what she was doing to him, even just standing here. It was intoxicating, and impossible to resist.
Locking the door behind her, Justice grabbed the hem of her tshirt, dragging it up and over her head, dropping it to the floor behind her. She opened the shower door, stepping in, crowding him up against the wall with a hand on his chest. She went up on tiptoe, grabbing the back of his neck, tugging him down until their lips met.
Jason was still hesitant. He didn’t want her to think she had to do anything, especially with her son in the house. He could understand if she had compunctions about it, even if Lucas acted like it was a sure thing. The intensity was different this time. Justice seemed tired, almost defeated. He didn’t like that at all.
His arms wrapped around her waist and instead of bending down, he lifted her up. He really liked the fact she was small and light enough he could basically hold her up with one arm pretty easily. It definitely made things like this easier. Pressing her against the wall of the shower, Jason was careful not to disturb the cut on her lip and still kiss her with some force. He let out a soft, low rumble, not planning to go at her like a wild animal this time. Okay, not as much like a wild animal.
Justice gasped as Jason lifted her, smiling just a little as they kissed. Yeah, she liked the way he could pick her up. A lot. She slid her arms around his shoulders, helping support her weight a little, at least. She nibbled gently at his lower lip, careful of her own wound, not wanting to split it open again.
Distantly she heard Lucas’ door slam, footsteps across the hall, thundering down the stairs, and then another slam. She couldn’t help but chuckle, breaking the kiss to hide her face against Jason’s throat.
“Well that lasted long...” she murmured, looking decidedly unashamed of herself. Her willpower around him was pretty much nonexistant. She just hoped that a new day would help her get some kind of distance.
Jason was actually glad when she laughed and relaxed. “Can you blame him?” he chuckled. “I wouldn’t want to hear it either if I was him.” His willpower was totally shot and he wasn’t expecting it to get any better. Especially considering how now every time he thought about Justice, it would be her basically throwing him on the ground and screwing his brains out. Yeah, willpower. Right.
That said, even the boy’s discomfort wasn’t stopping him. If it didn’t bother Justice, he definitely wasn’t stopping. He kissed her again, the started kissing along her jaw and down her neck. He could see the marks where he’d bitten her before and kind of chuckled. “You look like you got mauled by a lion,” he murmured, licking across the marks almost tenderly.
Justice sighed, tilting her head to the side, baring her throat to him. She chuckled softly, threading fingers through his hair as he kissed her throat, licked gently at the bitemark on her shoulder.
“Gee, I wonder why,” she drawled, nails scratching against his scalp. “Could it be because I was?” That wasn’t a complaint, of course. Hell, she was damn proud of the bitemark. She’d made him lose control, totally and completely, and they both had the scratches and bruises to prove it. She didn’t think she could cope with another round like that, though. The gentleness was welcomed.
He didn’t think she could take another round like that tonight either. He might not be able to. “Well, I’ll be more gentle this time,” he promised. He couldn’t say how much more gentle, but he wasn’t going to pound her through the wall. He continued kissing her shoulders, licking at the other bite mark he’d given her. Yeah, definitely at least going slower this time.
Justice chuckled. “I’ll believe that when I see it,” she murmured, sighing softly as he kissed and licked at the marks that he’d left, his tongue soothing against her skin. She kissed his throat in turn, running her tongue along the scratches she’d left, licking away the faintly bitter taste of soap until all she could smell, taste, was him. His skin.
Justice’s legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and in this position she couldn’t help but feel what this was doing to him. She was already (still...) wet, and the feel of his body against hers, his mouth on her skin, really wasn’t helping. Shifting her hips, she moved against him, her mouth still against his neck.
Did she really want to give him that challenge? Jason wished they had more time, because he’d turn off the water, take her into her room, lay her on her bed and spend a couple of hours licking her everywhere before he went after her again. But he should have been home two hours ago, so that wasn’t happening.
Jason shuddered as he felt her tongue on the marks she’d left on his neck, moaning louder than he intended. Oh yeah, he was definitely ready to go again, but she had affronted his male pride a bit by saying he couldn’t do it gentler. Since he couldn’t take her to bed and torment her, he’d have to make due in the time they had. Shifting his grip on her so he had ahold of her better, he slowly sank inside her, pusher deeper with every slow thrust. He let out a long, low rumble that echoed around the room, shuddering hard.
Justice was suddenly very glad that Lucas had gone downstairs. She hadn’t really thought this through; every noise they made was echoing off the walls, sounding ten times louder. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, trying not to bite down too hard, split open the bitemark again.
She groaned throatily as he pushed into her, her grip on his hair tightening, face still buried against Jason’s throat. God, this was a spectacularly bad idea. It was just delaying the inevitable, and keeping him away from his kids longer. Not that she was thinking about his kids, because that was just wrong. And wierd. She’d far rather be thinking about how good this felt, shivering as he slowly eased into her, his hips moving slow and steady.
It might be putting off the inevitable, but he’d die a lot happier if they killed him when he got home. Jason had spent the last ten years of life putting aside his own needs and desires to focus entirely on supporting his family. It wasn’t too damned much to ask to take a few hours for himself, dammit. Especially considering this wonderful, sexy woman fate had literally dropped in his lap. Or his crime scene. Either way, he wasn’t blind or stupid and he planned to enjoy this as long as it lasted.
Part of the echo issue was just the way his voice carried. He was a lion, he was just loud. His voice carried anyway, the tile around them only made the effect worse. And only got louder when he was enjoying himself this much. Jason murred as he kept at that slow, steady pace. He was going to last a lot longer this way, which was good and bad. But it felt just as good. His head lolled back, squeezing her ass in his hands as he kept thrusting.
Justice sighed, wrapping herself more tightly around him as he kept making that wonderful noise, mouthing at his jaw, making her way along the sharp curve until she could catch his lips with hers, kissing him slowly, her tongue teasing at his lips, flicking inside.
She rolled her hips, pushing her ass back against his hands, then rocking forward against his hips, taking him in deeper. She was trying to stay quiet, but he was making it really fucking difficult to do so. She moaned softly, her hands clenching and relaxing in his hair, tugging hard with each thrust of his hips into her.
She could tug on his mane all she wanted. Jason liked it when she pulled his hair, although it wasn’t helping him keep the pace slow. He the rumbling purring noise he was making was just getting louder as he fought to keep from just rutting again. He’d never had to fight his lion this way, but it was like she’d woken up a part of him even he didn’t know about.
She could stand to hear more of that rumbling purr, liking the way it felt as the sound rolled over her, making her shudder. She was having to fight her owl, pushing the animal down deep inside her, knowing that neither of them could take another round with their animals riding them the way they had in the woods.
“For someone,” she gasped, tilting her head back against the wall, her arms still tight around his neck. “Who hasn’t has sex in years...” her train of thought trailed off, a low whimper escaping as she ground against him, impatient for more. “You’re...really good at this.”
Jason was glad he’d made such a good first impression. He let out a grunt of satisfaction at her compliment. “So are you,” he breathed against her cheek as he kept moving in and out of her. “God-” He breathed, swearing he could almost feel the fur beneath his skin again, his teeth getting sharper and hell, his eyes were probably turning gold at this point. “What did you do to me?” He’d never reacted to any female like this. It was insane.
Justice shuddered, the scent of lion suddenly hitting her, stronger now. It made her owl stretch and push inside her, eyes going dark. She closed her eyes, doing her best to claw back a little self-control, but all that did was make her focus on the sound of him, the smell of him. All it did was remove distraction.
“God....” she moaned thickly, opening her eyes again, looking down at him with black, inky pools, the whites of her eyes completely gone. Her face grew paler, features sharper as she moved, grinding down harder against him.
Yeah, it was probably not going to happen they could keep their respective animals from riding them. Jason growled low, speeding up his pace but not to the punishing speed he’d used in the woods. He bit down on his own lower lip, so he didn’t bite her again. He wasn’t certain he tasted her blood again, he’d be able to keep what control he had of the situation.
Justice took his chin in her hand, teasing his lip out from between his teeth with a gentle drag of her thumb. She kissed him, forcing herself to keep it slow and sweet, even as her owl screamed inside her, demanding that she push and fight at Jason. She dragged her tongue across his teeth, feeling the prick of sharpness against her, not letting herself push harder, feel blood spill into the kiss.
Jason growled as he tasted blood, both hers and his. God damn, that did not help. Letting out a strained sound, he shoved his hips into Justice’s hard once. He braced one hand against the wall as he stopped, panting hard, trying to wrestle back control from the lion. He wasn’t worried about shifting. Born weres didn’t have that problem. But he did want to do more than just rut like a wild animal. Especially since he wasn’t certain Justice could take anymore of that, were or not. “Jesus,” he groaned. “Never been like this.” He didn’t even know if he could explain it, and make it make sense. His eyes were still golden and feline when he opened them and looked at her before he forced them closed again, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. “Damn, woman.”
Letting out a sharp cry as his hips slammed against her, Justice shuddered. She clawed at his neck as he stopped, hissing in frustration and anger, words almost a lost cause by now. She writhed against him, a soft whine slipping out as he completely failed to move. She had to fight to think, fight to listen to what he was actually saying.
His golden eyes on her had her shaking harder, aching to feel him inside her, to have him move again.
“Move,” she rasped, black eyes fixed on his face, one hand smacking palm-first against the wall at her hip as she tried to brace herself, tried to shove herself up the wall a little. “Damn you, move.”
Jason let out a loud growl, teeth gritting. He’d hadn’t withdrawn, he just had been fighting the need to pound her through the wall. But if that’s what she wanted. With a hungry snarl, he kissed her hard, slamming his hips into hers hard and fast. His hands went down to her hips, moving her so he could angle his cock into her easier. God, it felt so good. Like he wasn’t fighting himself anymore. His head lolled back, and he let out a sound that almost sounded like a small roar of triumph.
At this point, Justice wasn’t sure if she’d be able to walk tomorrow...and she really couldn’t bring herself to care. Every ache was worth it, earned by the feel of him inside her, against her, holding her up. She clutched a handful of his hair, her head falling back against the tiled wall as she squirmed, pushing back against him. She shuddered at that roar, her owl screeching triumphantly inside her, basking in the fact that she’d made him lose control again.
She had and he wanted to be upset about it, but he couldn’t. If she called in tomorrow, Jason would feel terrible. Not that he regretted anything except apparently not being able to do anything but fuck her like a wild animal because of the way their respective inner beasts reacted to each other. It was like they had decided if they couldn’t kill each other, they would just fuck each other to death. Which wouldn’t be the worst way to go, but really wasn’t good for Justice.
Not that being dimly aware of that was slowing him down any. Jason was back to rutting straight towards orgasm fast and hard. He bit down on her shoulder again, growling appreciatively. Fuck, he hadn’t ever dreamed about sex like this.
That bite had her screaming, an inhuman rasp that echoed loudly around the bathroom, Justice’s fingers spasming as she tried to hold on. She couldn’t hold back, her back arching off the wall and head falling further back as she came. She jerked in his arms, her cries dying down slowly, Justice gasping for breath.
He went over when she came that loud and hard. Jason let out another roar, making himself stop. He let go with his teeth, panting heavily as he came down from the high. “Jesus,” he murmured, not letting go of Justice just in case. “Are you okay?” She could get mad at him for being concerned, but this just couldn’t be good for her.
Justice nodded shakily, black seeping away from her eyes, pupils fading to deep brown. Her arms were trembling round his shoulders, legs too. Hell, she was shaking from head to toe.
“Ask me that after I try and stand,” she murmured hoarsely. She felt absolutely wrecked, and she knew she probably looked about as bad. He certainly did. She let one leg slide slowly off his hip, gasping as the shift in angle made him slip from her body. Resting her foot gingerly on the floor, she winced.
“Ok, yep, if I didn’t have childbearing hips before, I’m pretty sure I have them now,” she joked, voice a tired rasp.
Okay, forget that. “Stop it before you hurt yourself,” he ordered, reaching behind him and turning off the shower with his free hand not supporting her weight. Lowering her down to the tub, he knelt down beside her. “There’s nothing wrong with your hips,” he told her wryly. “At least, I hope not.” Yeah, now his lip was bleeding and he probably had some new bleeding claw marks, but he could stand. He was wobbly, but this was ridiculous.
Turning on the water and stoppering the tub, he stayed hovering over Justice. “At least you didn’t bite me,” he pointed out. “You need to soak. Best thing for overworked muscles.”
Justice almost pouted, but she couldn’t deny that standing on her own wasn’t an option right now. She let him lower her into the tub, hissing at the coldness of it against her skin, past those parts that the shower had warmed.
“Yeah, I know better than to bite you,” she murmured wearily, reaching out to swipe the blood off his lip. “Hey, we match.” She couldn’t help but grin a little, tugging him closer to suck at his lower lip, kissing him slowly. The tub was filling up quickly - god bless high water pressure.
“I’d offer to share, but I’m pretty sure then you’d never get around to leaving.” It was supposed to be a jokey comment, but Justice realised with a pang that she really wouldn’t mind him sticking around. It was dangerous and stupid to think like that, but she just couldn’t help it.
His chuckle was cut off by Justice sucking on his lower lip. “God, Justice, don’t get me going again,” he groaned. “Or neither of us will be able to walk tomorrow.” The warm water was making his legs relax, which would be great, except he had to leave soon.
“There is nothing I’d rather do right now then curl up with you,” he told her honestly. “In the tub or outside. Maybe see if I can rub some of the feeling back into your legs.” He shouldn’t even be talking about it, thinking about it. Chloe would be worried sick and Gracie had already been asking for him. God. “Sometimes being a responsible parent sucks,” he growled to himself, then leaned down to kiss her again. “I have to go. I don’t want to, but I should have been home hours ago.” She knew why and could see how torn he was. “You gonna be okay up here by yourself?” He really did not want to tell her son to go help her when she was done. The kid would have every right to bust his nose. Leaving wasn’t sitting well with him, but staying wasn’t an option. Dammit.
That suggestion, the mental image of lying in the tub with him while he rubbed her legs, sounded like heaven right now. And if they hadn’t both had kids to worry about, she’d have been tempted. Unfortunately for both of them they couldn’t ignore their responsibilites any longer. She sighed, both hands on the side of the tub as she lifted herself up, deepening that soft kiss.
“I know,” she murmured, smiling softly. “I’ll be fine.” She lifted a leg out of the water, wiggling her toes. “See? I got feeling back already.” Because yes, her legs had gone kind of numb for a minute there.
She placed her hand over his then slid it up the inside of his arm, a slow caress. “Go, Jason. I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine once I’ve soaked for a while.” The worry was cute, but not neccessary. She’d only met him today, she wasn’t going to think worse of him for going home and leaving her to get herself to bed.
Yeah, he took care of everybody. That was who he’d been since he was seventeen. Old habits were hard to break. Especially the way she’d grabbed him by his mane and yanked his attention to her. The last thing he wanted to do was leave right now. But it wasn’t an option. Dammit. He kissed her again, sweetly and softly, letting her sink back into the water. “I’m starting the search first thing tomorrow when I get to work,” he told her. “I want you to take a couple of other uniforms and find the crime scene. Make it look good. But you deserve the credit, since you are the one who found it. Okay?” It was the least he could do for all the help she’d given him. He hadn’t forgotten that. It was just making leaving harder. She understood him, had so much in common with him, it was frightening almost.
Unfortunately, one of those things was children who needed them. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he told her as he kissed her one more time. “Enjoy your bath.” He stepped out of the tub and dried off, changing into the fresh clothes he’d brought up with him. One last kiss and he headed downstairs. Hopefully, her son had fallen asleep once they got quiet.
She sighed softly as she sank back into the water, turning off the cold tap with her toe. She let the hot run for a little longer as she listened to him, nodding.
“Thanks,” she said, knowing that he didn’t have to include her in the search, appreciating that he was. It was just another thing that made her want to beg him to stay, just as she knew that she couldn’t. She made the most of that kiss, watching him as he dressed, unable to help a soft sound of disappointment as all that gorgeous tanned skin disappeared under layers of cloth. At least he couldn’t hide the marks on his neck; she couldn’t help but smirk as her gaze moved over those.
“See you tomorrow,” she murmured as he gave her one last kiss, watching as he stepped out of the door. Closing her eyes, she sank under the water, staying there as long as her lungs held out before finally emerging. The bathroom still smelled of him, of them, but it had at least faded a little. Forcing herself to get up before she fell asleep in the water, Justice levered herself out of the tub, wrapping a towel around her aching body and limping out of the bathroom. There was no noise from downstairs, nor from Lucas’ room. Sighing - she could put off that conversation until morning, at least - Justice headed for her room, sinking into bed with a quiet groan of relief. Sleep would hopefully ease the aches that her bath hadn’t.