Volatile

[Derek Jackson]

She was gathering her things and saying she should go. Jack didn't say anything. He remained silent, not bothering to encourage her leaving or do anything to prevent it. The air between them had changed, even he could feel that. Which he hated. Being able to feel something like that was so damn annoying. She was near the door, reaching for the door knob, and he knew that instinct just took over. Being impulsive was part of his personality as was diving into dangerous situations... and this pretty much covered both of those aspects.

Moving to her, he pushed the door shut from what little she was able to open it, turned her around, and kissed her, pressing her body against the door with his. As if it further make a point, without looking, his hand reached over and locked it. Between the intesnity in which he kissed her and his actions of locking the door, it was clear he wasn't letting her leave... because he didn't want to. And he didn't have to be a profiler to know that part of her wanted this too.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

She pulled the door opened, but then his hand came out and pushed it shut. Before she could comment, she felt his hand turn her and his lips claim hers. There was a sound of something clicking, and then something dropping hard on the ground but she didn't connect either sound to the locks sliding into place or her phone hitting the ground moments before her coat did.

She had forgotten his to think and be rational all together. Her hands came up to where his jaw line met his neck, and held on to him. It was like he took over her, and she felt nothing more then his kiss and the door at her back. It had been so long since she'd kiss a man! Years even!

Almost as long since she even wanted too. Reaching down she pulled up his shirt, and moved it as high as she could to get it off him, knowing she wasn't tall enough to pull it all the way off. It might have been years, but she was going to enjoy this.

[Derek Jackson]

He could feel her begin to lift her shirt and he finished the job as bshe couldn't reach all the way. He tossed it to the ground, his hands going to the zipper behind her skirt and undoing it, before impatiently pulling her skirt down to fall at her feet. His hands went to her thighs, gripping them tightly as he lifted her up a bit so that she could wrap her legs around him.

He did not remove her shirt yet, but his hands slipped under the fabric so that he could feel the softness of her skin. The pleasure he was deriving from this and the building need was enough to add a certain agression to the way his lips moved against hers. With that thought in mind, he began to walk over to the table, making sure she had a secure hold on him because he was taking her with him.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

She felt his hands on her skirt, and then it fall away. It was the moment her mind almost cleared up enough to see what she was doing, but instead he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips--thus adding pressure to where she needed it most, and all thinking that she almost claimed fled.

They were moving, and she expected to see his room, instead she felt something cold and unbending under her. It took her only a moment to realize it was the table. Letting him go she moved her hands to her suit jacket, and pulled it down her arms, tossing it to the floor, before breaking the kiss to pull the thank top over her head as well.

[Derek Jackson]

Seating her on the table, he continued to kiss her, enjoying how it felt. She seemed to be doing his work for him as she removed her top layers, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. Which suited him just fine because he would finish the job. His hands went to her back to unclasp her bra and let it join the rest of her clothes. He then pulled her off the table, adjusting her position so that her back was pressed against his front.

One of his hands skimmed up the front of her body, lingering in certain areas, before trailing up her neck, turning her head to the side as he leaned forward a bit, kissing her from this angle. His other hand went to her underwear and pulled it down until it got to the point where it fell freely to her feet. He then moved the positions of his hands once more as the one on her neck, fell to the fastening on his pants, and his other hand slipped between her legs to find that sensitive spot, but also, to see how ready she was for him. Because he wasn't going to wait much longer.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

She felt him unfasten her bra, and she let him take it from her before he surprised her by spinning her around. She had expected hm to push her back, and climb over her but as with his normal activities even his actions here took her off guard.

Before she could realize what was happening, he had lowered her underthings, and his hand took their place. It caused her to break the kiss for a moment while she cried out from how it felt so good it painfully hurt. The sort you didn't want to end. On hand moved to cup the back of his head, holding him toward her lips like he was with her neck, while she whimpered.

The other moved over his hand, and gripped his wrist. She didn't pull him away or pushing closer. She wasn't even sure which one she needed to do. All she knew was that she was embarrassingly wet, and he was only making it worse, yet better at the same time.

[Derek Jackson]

Her actions, sounds, and how she felt down where his hand was toying with her, all reflected her readiness and the need she had for him which was of course similar to the need he had for her. He moved his hand from between her legs, while his other hand grasped hers and pull it from cupping the back of his head. He then moved forward, causing her to do the same until the front of her body was pressed against the cool surface of his table. The front of his body covered her back, for now, while his lips found her ear, his hand pushing away some of her hair so that he could properly whisper into it. "You always talk about the value of control," he began to say. Hell, she had said that earlier today, shortly before the explosion. Control. She was all about that... being control. Being composed. Not letting anything out.

Meanwhile, he was the exact opposite. He had no control and he let everything out. Every thought that came to mind, every action caused by the heat of the moment. Tonight further proved that these actions weren't limited to violent ones... but also ones where passion was involved. "I'm going to show you the value of having no control." Because right now, he knew she wasn't in control of her emotions, that much was clear. But furthermore, her lack of control gave him more, hence why he had picked this particular position. Because he wanted her to relinquish that control... to show her it was alright to let it out sometimes. With those final words, he raised his position a little, pushed his pants down more, and finally pushed into her from behind with one foreceful thrust.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He moved her hands, and then pushed her forward, causing her to reach out and make sure she didn't just fall awkwardly. It left her in a position of not knowing what to do with her hands, or with any real control of what was happening to her--what he was doing to her. He moved her short hair, and whispered. Both the sound and the words made her shiver, though she was far from cold.

He moved up, and she almost raised up too, thinking he would lead them to the bed, but instead she felt him push into her with no warning. It caused her to raise up on her toes, and her face to turn into the table as she cried out. Her hand clawed at the table but there was nothing to grip or grasp or hold onto. Breathing hard, she could only brace for his rhythm and feel everything.

[Derek Jackson]

He knew that he should probably have given her a moment to adjust to his size, considering the tightness of the area... which led him to believe that she had either never done this before, or didn't do it often. If it was the former, he would find out shortly after they were done. But he couldn't wait. Being inside of her now, he wanted to take that pleasure further and address that building ache that was making him rather impatient. So he continued to push into her, each thrust growing stronger and deeper, more foreceful and determined.

Enough for the table to start moving a few inches forward at a time while small grunts escaped his lips at the vigor in which he was pushing inside of her. His hand slid up her back, over her neck and rested on the back of her head, pressing it down to whichever angle her head was currently in... be it the side or forward. He was just holding her in place since he had apparently moved the table a little. His other hand tightly gripped her waist, allowing him to pull her closer everytime he pushed. Growing closer, he began to pick up the pace, moving faster and more purposeful, as his eyes tightly shut and his head began to move back a bit more.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

It was becoming overwhelming! Painfully so, but in the best of ways! It had been so long since she felt this, and to have it forced on her in this manner that left her knees weak, and senses overloading left her feeling everything so much more intensely. Unable to to even speak she turned her head to the side, and just tried the breath through it.

With every move forward, he was pounding her hips int the table and putting pressure on just the right place to make her grown tight, and taut. Everything began painful before the tight sharp feeling grew from her hips and into her back. Her hand lifted to smack back down on the table as she tried to reach for what she knew was coming, and as if on cue, the band broke, and the bliss feeling of the rush filled her as she cried out.

[Derek Jackson]

He could feel himself growing close and soon enough, she reached that peak and he followed after just a couple more seconds. The rush of ecstasy rushed through his entire body as he tightly squeezed his eye shut to savor the moment. His firm grip on her waist finally loosened, and he moved his body forward to cover the back of hers once again. She felt far more incredible than he'd thought possible. His body heaved over hers, as he brushed back her hair as he did before to have access to her ear again, moving his lips there.

"I had always said you were uptight..." He teased, and mocked. While speaking his hand slipped back to the vee of her legs, letting her know what his next words were specifically referring to. "This just proved me right." Tonight. What they did together. Only this time when he said 'uptight', he meant it in an entirely different way. His hand skimmed the outer layer of her already sensitive area, feeling the afermath of their actions. He nipped her earlobe as a further tease before he buried his head against the back of her neck, focusing on catching his breath and coming down from that high she had caused him to reach.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

His words made her paused, even while his hand touching her still sensitive skin made her feel the awareness again. In this moment however, her hurt-anger over powered the pleasure of his touch. Using her shoulder to push him up the few inches she could, Julianna finally spoke. "It's been a while! Let me up." She couldn't even hide the emotion from her tone. "You couldn't even wait until tomorrow to start being insulting again!"

Once he moved up she moved back and on to her unsteady legs. She dropped down to grab her tank top, and pull it on without looking for her bra. Her underthings should be there--where did they go? Where was her skirt? Pushing to a stand she ran her hand through her hair and looked around. "I need . . . my clothes please." Meaning he should fins them, and bring them to her so she wasn't running over his place half nakked while he watched arrogantly.

[Derek Jackson]

She had said that it had been a while before she told him to let her up. Her tone had changed and he felt annoyed at her sudden change of heart. More so when she went on to say that he couldn't even wait until tomorrow to start insulting. Really? Was she actually surprised? What did she expect, for him to suddenly whisper sweet nothings in her ear? He stepped back enough for her to get up and she started reaching for her clothes... or well one piece of clothing, her shirt, while asking him to get the rest. Which, he didn't do. Instead, he just stood there, looking at her. She was already getting ready to leave again. "Don't act like you don't want this," he began to tell her, a bit of a smirk on his face. He knew that 'rationality' or whatever the hell she called it that kept her task oriented and focused was starting to re-surface. As he spoke his next words, he started to walk toward her.

"Sure sounded like you did." Referring to the sounds she made when he had her on the table. "And felt like you did." Referring to the liquid he felt before and after, and even how her body felt when he was inside of her. He was now standing directly in front of her. His hand moved to her behind to cup her cheek there and pull her close to him, keeping her in place while he lowered his head to once again speak in her ear. "You're staying," he decided, as his lips found her neck and started kissing her along it. He had already decided that last time she had attempted to leave, only he hadn't said it. Instead, he had physically stopped her and locked the door. This time, he was saying it because he knew he had to be the one to make her lose that control and composure she always had. It had worked once... and he planned to make it work a few more times.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

"Don't act like you don't want this," She turned her head to glare at him, though as normal it did nothing to hinder him. It never hindered him. If anything it seemed to make him take more enjoyment out of himself. "Sure sounded like you did." Tilting her head to the side her glare got stronger. "And felt like you did." She had.

Reaching for her, his large hand settled on her backside and pulled her into him. Being this close to him she could tell he had not bother to pull up his trousers. "You're staying," His whisper was become quickly becoming her new favorite thing, and it softened her displeasure at his words. For a moment she wanted it. She wanted to be the type of girl who could let go of her control, and life and just spend a few hours here, letting him take control of everything.

Her hands were on his shoulders, both holding him to her and keeping him from pulling her closer. She could stay. She could--she couldn't. Closing her eyes she let out a slow regretful breath. "I'm sorry," She whispered, "I have to go home." She could never been that girl. She had a daughter, she had a life that she could not step out of. Especially with him.

[Derek Jackson]

She seemed pretty determined to leave. But he was equally, if not more, determined to make her stay. Was she really that worried about letting her control slip? About not over thinking things and just doing something fun with no strings attached? Then again, she didn't exactly seem like a no strings attached kind of gal. Which was why he wanted to show what kind of enjoyment she could get out of not being that composed 'let's think everything through' person. So he wasn't ready to let her go yet. He meant what he said when he told her she was going to be staying the night. He didn't move his position.

If anything, his grip on her tightened while his lips went to her shoulder, and his other hand began to lower the strap of her tank top on the other side. Slightly shifting his chest back, it allowed her shirt to fall from what it was meant to cover, andb his hand which had helped lower it, began to move along her chest. She was apologizing and he didn't get what for. She could stay if she wanted to, and he was going to make her want to... no matter what that took. "What are you, married?" He asked, not even thinking about the words. If she was married, he guessed it made sense why she had to go back. Well, not really. He'd still try to convince her to stay. Its not like someone else's committment stopped him... as long as he didn't have one of his own.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He moved his lips to her shoulder, and she felt weak. No! She could not stay! She needed to go and if he did this then she would try to rationalize staying. Her hands covered his as he cupped her, and she almost managed to forget she had to leave. "What are you, married?" Anything else he might have said, could have been ignored.

Pulling his hands from her, she stumbled back, fixed her top and walked to the door to grab her skirt, and pull it on. Walking back toward him she picked up her suit jacket. "You'd do THIS with a married woman?!" She asked, the emotion he often made fun of her for hiding evident for him to see now. "I wouldn't do that to someone!" She stressed the I because she would not! It had been done to her, and it had changed EVERYTHING for her! To think he would, or that it didn't matter made her so angry!

"Just for the record, it's been nine years since I've done this with anyone!" So very angry! "While I am not married, and not seeing anyone right now, I do need some time to wrap my head out this!" Grabbing her shoes, she begin putting them.

[Derek Jackson]

This time, she really pushed him back and walked away from him, starting to dress herself. He wondered if it was what he said... ok, based on her words it was definitely what he said. He hadn't thought it a big deal. He never asked women whether they were married or not, he didn't care. But clearly, it had offended her. When he had told her to let loose, this wasn't exactly what he had been talking about. He wasn't going to apologize for his comment though. And then she told him it had been nine years since she'd been with someone. That was... long. Weirdly long. No wonder her muscles down there had been so tight.

Clearly she had morals and values about being with someone... where as for him, it didn't make a difference. Fastening uphis pants, he turned around to look at her. "Wrap your head around what?" He asked nonchalantly, though before letting her give an answer, he continued. "All we did was mess around and you're treating it like its a big damn deal." Apparently it was for her if she hadn't been with someone for 9 years. "You're overreacting," he stated bluntly. He wasn't going to reassure her or try to comfort her with lies... he wasn't trying to get into any sort of serious relationship. Now he was getting annoyed at her getting angry.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

"All we did was mess around and you're treating it like its a big damn deal." She stooped what she was doing and looked at him, silently glaring her normal Dr. Grayson disapproves look. "You're overreacting," That made her eyes widen, and her to turn from him to march toward the door. Dropping to grab her coat and keys, she stood and unlocked the door. Pulling it open she looked back at him. "You're such a caveman!" Then she walked out.

She didn't slam the door, but it wasn't until she was on the streets that she realized she had left both her underthings on his floor! Looking back up at the building, she decided she rather loose them, then go back for him. Making it home, she got a sleeping Gabby and put her in bed, before showering, and going to her own bed.

The next day she was nervous. Going into work early she sat at her desk, and tried to act normal. What did she normally do? Tea! Yes, she should have a cup of tea! Making the cup of tea, she watched people and smiled overly bright to anyone who spoke to her.

[Derek Jackson]

She called him a caveman and then stormed out. He just stared at the door, shaking his head. She either wasn't emotional of over emotional. Damn woman. He made his way to his room, and ended up falling asleep not long after. The next day, he woke up at his usual time, showered, got dressed, making sure he had everything. As he walked into the main area in his apartment he noticed two articles of clothing on the ground... too skimpy to be his own. He smirked at what they were and decided he would return them to their owner. Maybe. Depended on how their conversation would go. He planned to be his normal self, but he had a feeling she was going to be... he wasn't sure. Either the stone cold Grayson or the one that was going to yell at him again. Or, maybe he would see a side of her he hadn't yet.

Making his way there, he saw that she wasn't in her office. The door wasn't even locked. He checked a few more places with no luck, and he was starting to get pissed. Was she even here?! He spent about half an hour looking before he reached the limit of his patience and just asked someone. Apparently, she was in the record room. Well, damn. Not only had he just wasted thirty minutes... but he could have just asked someone! This made his mood all the more worse. Making his way to the room, he had to down, checking each aisle, and each one he passed, he grew more frustrated when he didn't see her... until finally, he did. And he immediately turned and starting walking down it toward her. "What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded. He was just pissed he'd wasted his time... and as usual, it came out in the way he acted.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

After about an hour of trying to be normal, Julianna could no longer pretend so she took her laptop and went into the archives to find some place to be alone. Using the quite time she went over some past cases that might help build connections to the current ones. Such as Leroy Jones, a man she was hunting, had a brother who was killed ten years before. Looking at the details of that case, let her see some more details into the Jones' life. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Jumping, she dropped the file, and looked down from the latter she was standing on while getting the boxes from the top! Julianna had to grab and hold onto the railing to make sure she didn't fall! "Has no one ever told you not to starling people on a ladder, Jackson?!" She hissed down at him.

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson quite liked that sassy side to her. Perhaps it was part of why he enjoyed provoking her... in more ways than one. He stood at the bottom of the ladder, looking up at her. "No," he answered bluntly. And even if someone had told him that, he wouldn't have cared enough to listen. "You planning on coming down or are you gonna hide up there all day?" He questioned in an annoyed tone. He wasn't sure if she was avoiding him, and wasn't going to respect any space she may want from him. They had to work together... avoiding him wasn't an option.

"Cause if you don't come down, I'm coming up there." His words may be percieved as a threat... but he was more so looking at it like a challenge almost. So if she was trying to keep her distance, she wouldn't succeed. Cause he was eithr going to wait down here or go up there. Plus, he was annoyed at her for being in a place he didn't know about so wanted to do something she wouldn't like.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He hit it right on the mark with her hiding out in here, only it wasn't just from him but mostly everyone who she felt could see right through her. "I wasn't hiding here." She told him, while putting the file back together with the parts she could reach. The rest had fallen to the floor. "I was looking up an old case file, and wanted to see the evidence that went with it." Which she could have taken it to her desk but she wanted alone time.

"Don't come up here, there is little enough room as it is." She wasn't going down there either. "I'll met you back in the office once I get what I need from here." He could do whatever he needed too until then, cause she wasn't ready to face him yet.

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson wasn't going to play this game. He had said that she was either going to come down or he was going to come up, and she seemed to think he wasn't being serious because she told him that she would meet him back in the office. This was bull shit. He wasn't going to have all this avoidance and awkwardness... there was none of that on his part, and he was going to make sure there was none on hers. It was just going to make his job more shitty than it already was.

Although, he was starting to find some enjoyment in it... especially after last night. "You either didn't hear me or are ignoring me. And both are shit excuses." So with that said, he stepped onto the ladder and started climbing up it, pausing when he was about half way from where she was. "Wonder how you're gonna get down now," he said stubbornly, making it clear that he wasn't about to move for her.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

"If you actually followed the rules of the swear jar, you could put a kid through college." She told him, and she would know! She had looked at college prices because she wanted Gabby to have a good chance! Saving money now, meant money she could use later.

He climbed up half the ladder and she looked down at him. "Jackson, this is not second grade!" Again with the kid reference, she was slipping around him. Gabby was in second grade. "And a ladder is not a play ground! I'm not ready to deal with you, please go away. I will meet you later." When she had readied her self for dealing with him and the others.

[Derek Jackson]

She was bringing up that swear jar again; something he never put money in but rather, took money out to buy something, mostly food. She then compared him to a second grader... told him a ladder wasn't a playground... and then told him to go away because she wasn't 'ready to deal with him'. What the hell did that mean anyway? He wasn't some sort of disease that needed to be dealt with.

"I'm not playing this game," he told her, clinging a few more steps on the ladder. "What's your problem anyway?" He questioned, partly rhetorically. "Don't tell me you're stilll pissed about what I said last night." He couldn't even remember his exact words... something about being married. "You need to get over it." He took a few more steps, only a couple below her now. "And you're saying I'm the one who's a child..." He didn't know if he was truly trying to tell her to get over it, or just saying things to further provoke and upset her.

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