Biting her lower lip had become a silly little habit of hers. The best way to reduce the stress and a nervous gesture that gave away too much, but then again it was better than yelling or breaking dishes, right? That was how the Bolotnikov dealt with everything, but as Aunt Nino kept on saying, the house of Leo with Jupiter 23 degrees ascendant really did make her a Jones. Jupiter didn't particularly like the way her Russian family dealt with drama. Before the Abraxas family showed up, she'd done nothing to change her life aside from dragging herself between a failure and another. Getting a few punches under her belt was one thing but threatening her family had been a bad move. She had never been trained, but she was going to fight for what she held dear. Including Caine. There was no need to throw dishes: Jupiter was sure he'd have to understand the fact that she wasn't going to leave him.
For a long moment she couldn't hear anything: had he arrived? Was he ok? Her teeth pushed harder against her lower lip, and still she held her back straight and her chin up. Before she could knock for a second time, the door opened and relief washed over her face. Caine was there for real. He looked fine. Damn, who was she kidding? He was just as handsome as she remembered, maybe even more. The hell was he doing with her anyway?
Before she could remind him that she was there to stay and that he'd better not start the 'I have more in common with a dog' stuff, her stubborn frown was washed away by his kiss. "Mmph" she murmured, something intelligible that might have been Russian got swallowed in their passioned outburst. With her right foot she pushed the door to close it, letting him drag her inside and looping her arms around his neck. All she could feel, smell and taste was Caine: everything else could wait. It had been too damn long.