Blast From The Past

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson couldn't help but smirk when she called him a caveman. That name was growing on him. She then pointed out that the sooner she got him to bed, the sooner he could do it again. That was indeed an enticing thought. He took a step toward her, taking her hands in his and pulling her up to a stand. With her now standing in front of him, he took the opportunity to let his eyes fully wander over her again, taking in every detail of her body. "Gonna put on another show for me?" He asked teasingly, having rather enjoyed the first one she did. Especially since he had never seen her do something like that before.

Knowing that his patience wasn't going to last, he looked at her with a 'now what' expression, waiting for her to start heading toward the bedroom. "What, you need me to carry you there?" He questioned sarcastically. He wasn't exactly the romantic type, whisking away a woman in his arms. Besides, she was the one who wanted a bed. If it were up to him, he would just push her back down on the couch... which he was going to do if she didn't move in the next few seconds.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He took her hand and pulled her up, before giving her a look that suggested he thought that she didn't think this through because after he helped her up she still had to walk. While she might not have thought it, his words seemed to hint at what she might have been hoping for, without ever knowing it.

It was rather unromantic when you knew he didn't want to carry you. "Hardly," Turning, she found she could walk mostly steady, only with her knees slightly shaken now. As far as her putting on another show for him, she reached for her phone and turned off the music that still softly played. "I think you've had enough show for the night. Besides, you were trying to kick me out right before then. I had to do something so you'd stop." Though she knew why. She had to leave most nights, because of Gabby. Being a mother meant she could not stay over every night. Gabby came first.

[Derek Jackson]

He continued to smirk, watching her reach for her phone to turn off the music and then saying that he had enough of a show... and she had to do something to prevent him from kicking her out. "You're the one who's always running to leave," he reminded. That wasn't on him. It was on her. He often wondered about that. Why she didn't stay the night, when she seemed like the kind of woman who would. "Don't know why," he added. She had never given him a reason other than 'she had to go home'. She had been very clear when he had asked whether she was married or not. So he wasn't sure why she was always running off, and was getting annoyed with it.

Which, made him confused. He knew he shouldn't care whether she stayed or not... and the fact that he was getting emotionally invested in this, in them... no. That was a lie. He was already invested in it more that he cared to admit. He continued to watch her, wondering if she was getting ready to leave now or if she was going to the intended destination, which was his bedroom. He knew the talking part wasn't helping, but he had fun mocking her. Besides, he liked it when she got all heated. "So why don't you give me a reason," he added, as more of a demand rather than a question or suggestion. "Cause you're damn hard to understand." Wanting him not to kick her out, yet leaving anyway because she 'had to'.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He was questioning why she always left, and instead of giving him an answer--because she couldn't right now--Julianna pretended to misunderstand him. "You need a reason to let me stay?" Moving closer, she leaned forward to kiss him, before giving his hands a tug while she pulled him toward the bedroom.

It was growing harder to keep her life part from the bits that were him and the bits that were her, but she also knew that Jackson wasn't in this for the emotional connection or romance. This was a no strings attacked deal. "Come on, we only have a few hours before we have to bed up." And they both needed the comfort and the rest the bed would bring. Turning she walked toward the door, making sure he was close behind.

[Derek Jackson]

She was saying that he needed a reason to let her stay, and wondered if she was just playing with him, or if that was what she thought he legitimately mean. She instead, went with distraction him by kissing him, which only reminded him of what they could be doing other than talking. He followed her to his room, planning to make good on those few hours since it was not often she as here for the whole night and he sure as hell wasn't going to waste it sleeping. When they were at the door, he pressed her against the threshhold of it, standing in the door way, the smirk remaining on his face. "You almost made it to the bed," he teased, enjoying the prolonging of not giving her what she had wanted.

They would get there... eventually. He was just having fun playing with her. "Now why don't you show me how bad you want it." 'It' possibly referring to the bed, or... well, something else. Something that he was very clearly suggesting, even more as he moved his hand between her legs, finding that spot that he knew he could push her over with. His lips went to her neck, teasing and tugging at the skin as he didn't want to stifle anything that came out of her mouth in response to his previous words.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

So close. She could see the bed, and was just moments from crawling into it, and finding the softness at her beck, followed by either him or sleep. So very close. Instead, Jackson pressed her into the door frame, and teased her with how close they had come to getting into bed.

Her hand followed his, and gripped his wrist tightly, as she almost tried to stop him. Almost. "The bed is just there." Her words came out breathless, and heightened from the his touch on her already tender skin. Julianna had the feeling, that he would not be letting them move that few feet. "Why do you hate the bed so much?" Even as she was asking it, her hands gripped his shoulders, and pulled him tighter to her. It was hard to fight something that she gained so much pleasure from.

[Derek Jackson]

She commented on the bed, before asking him why he hated it. He pulled his head back to look at her while he answered his question, and let his hand continue to work inside of her. "Beds are for sleepin'," he told her. Why limit it there when there were so many other places to do this at. "Is that why you wann get there so bad, cause you're tired?" He teased, his question a somewhat rhetorical one.

He leaned forward again to speak right in her ear. "Cause that isn't what you come here for." As if either of them needed a reminder. She seldom actually slept... again, going back to the reason being that she left before the morning. Their time spent here was mostly this, messing around, occasional conversation... and Jackson rather enjoyed every second of it. With that reminder, he moved his lips to hers, kissing her with urgent need as he slightly turned her, walking forward and thus making her walk back. He stopped when the dresser was right behind her, keeping his lips against hers for a few more seconds before he abruptly pulled away.

He then turned her around, pushing the top of her body down against the dresser, uncaring of the amoutn of force he used, and uncaring of whatever he had on the surface of the furniture. His hand rested on her head to keep her firmly in place, while his foot nudged hers to open her up a bit, and finally, with his free hand, guided himself to her and in one strong and forceful thrust, finally entered her from this angle, exhaling with pleasure at the relief of tending to his urge by being inside of her, only to feel that desperate, overwhelming need to reach the full peak of euphoria.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He moved them forward, and she found herself pushed over the dresser, rather then the bed where she wanted them. Not that Julianna truly wanted the bed, for it was his controlling, and slightly forceful side that she found the most enjoyable. "Jackson!" She gasped out, as he held her head down, and her hands tried to find something to hold on too. They blindly knocked some things off, but neither of them seemed to care.

One hand moved to grasp her wrist that was holding her, while the other grasped the edge of the dresser. Jackson pressed in, and she whimpered from the feeling of fullness, and unable to shift to get a better handle on the feeling of him filling her. "Please," She couldn't even more to help take the pressure that was growing between her knees.

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson continued to move inside of her, pushing harder and deeper his grip on her waist tightening. As always, he never thought of her comfort, but rather, the need within him that tended to fuel his actions to moments like this. Also, he wanted to prove that not everything could be done on a bed; that pleasure could still be derived elsewhere. So when he heard the word 'please' he wasn't sure if she was pleading for him to take her to the bed, or to get them to that peak they were striving for. Though he knew that in this position, he would be the one doing most of the moving, which was perfectly fine with him.

With each push inside of her, he heavily exhaled, the pleasurable strain of the actions causing his body to fill with those familiar feelings. As he created a steady rhythm, he began to quicken his pace, feeling himself getting close. Deciding to do what he could to get her to that same point of being as close as he was, he let his hands lightly strike her from behind a few times, closing his eyes an tilting his head back as he felt himself drawing closer and closer, making his movements inside of her and his actions grow more desperate and vigorous thrusting harder inside of her, and thus, pushing her harder against the dresser.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

It was too much. She couldn't grip on to anything here, or brace herself. There was nothing to block out anything. Over whelmed, she found tears falling over her face, and her one hand moving frantically around for something to grip and ground herself. Her toes only touched the ground some moments, but even then just barely, each time he rammed forward the dresser scrapped over her sensitive skin especially at the little button that made everything shake.

She felt the sharp slap of his hand on her backside, and she cried out, but the pain fled, and a burn spread over her while everything became stronger. She could feel every movement twice as strong, and it caused everything to tighten, and tremble. Her hand holding his wrist gripped him, and her finger nails drug into his skin leaving half moons of blood. As everything tightened to a gloriously painful point, then broke she came calling out his name in half begging and half sobbing.

[Derek Jackson]

He finally felt his release, spilling inside of her and remained still as he let the incredible euphoric feeling wash over every part of his body. He began to open his eyes, looking down at her, but his hand caught his attention. He couldn't help but give a small smirk, seeing the effects of his actions on his hand that she had dug her nails into. His fingers clutched her hair and pulled it, causing her head to tilt back some.

He lowered his own head, his lips covering hers, and biting her bottom lip as a bit of playful revenge for her having done what she did to his wrist, though it obviously didn't hurt. Pulling away from the embrace, he also pulled out of her, letting her feet touch the ground as he no longer had her pinned against the dresser. He then released his hold on her hair, and turned his body so that his back was leaning against the dresser, his elbows rested on the surface to help brace himself up. His body heaved, as he attempted to catch his breath from their vigorous actions, and at the asme time, still basking in the extremely pleasurable aftermath.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Jackson chuckled and then pulled her hair, causing her to let out a gasp, before he cut the sound off with a kiss and bite. Once he let her go, and she was resting on her feet--and shaking knees--Julianna finally began to think clearly again. She wasn't sure why she enjoyed his man handling, though her rational as a psychologist could understand it, as a woman it man no sense. She was supposed to be strong, and a stand alone woman, but the moment he touched her, the feeling of no having to be in control, of someone else taking that control caused her to loose her head.

Turning her head, she blinked over at him, trying to find words. This man was rude, crude, anti-social, and in almost every way was proof of the caveman origins that mankind could have come from--and yet for the first time since she was eight, she was really enjoying life, and living it rather then going to work, and going home where the only joy she found was in playing with her daughter. She was learning things about herself, and about life and he might not mean to teach her anything, but she was growing.

Moving over to wrap her arms around his neck, she kissed him, lightly at first but deepening it slowly, before pulling away and giving him a mock glare. "That was not a bed." She told him in her best, 'disapproving tone' that she knew he must like on some level--or at least liked taking her down from. Then she let him go, walking as best as she could to the bed, before falling into it, and rolling to her back to finally rest her legs.

[Derek Jackson]

She kissed him before pulling away and making a comment about how that wasn't a bed. And then gave him a glare which he didn't take seriously. He then watched her make her way over to his bed, clearly not trusting him to take her there himself... which was wise of her. Because he hadn't exactly planned to. He waited a few moments, just watching her. "Didn't hear you complainin'," he began to tell her. He began to make his way over to the bed as well, moving on to it next to her. "Heard you say a lotta other things, make a lot of other noises..." He was teasing her, referring to the sounds she made during their activities, which he quite enjoyed hearing. And even did all he could to encourage them.

"But none of 'em were complaints about not being on a bed," he finished. He was lying down next to her, sitting up with his back against the headboard of his bed, looking at her, letting his gaze take in every part of her. "Hell, you even clawed at me to show how much you liked it," he said, hoding up his wrist for her to see. Truth be told, he didn't care about that. It didn't hurt, and he liked that she wasn't so reserved and controlled. He constantly tried to break her free from that wall she had built up around her... though he was barley seeing a wall anymore. He said these kinds of things to tease her, even embarass her a little. "Should charge you with assault of an officer," he continued to tease in a low voice, an amused look on his face.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He moved over to the bed, and sat up with his back to the headboard. Julianna watched him for a moment before rolling to her belly, and propping her head up on her arm. Jackson might act like a caveman but he also looked like one, but one from a Hollywood film rather then a cartoon of an over sized ape-man. He was tall, and everything about him thinker then normal. His hands were huge, his chest strong and firm.

And while before, Julianna would not mind causally looking at men, with him she openly looked and make sure he knew it. Nor was she overly shy with herself, as she had a strong sense of self confidance. "You're threatening to arrest a federal agent?" She asked, amused and unafraid. They both knew that with it came to ranks, her was the more powerful one, even if she didn't carry a gun, or go head to head with crime fighting.

Thinking of that made her wonder if he was thinking about his father's killer that had escaped, or if she had managed to distract him for more then a moment. "Because I don't see that working out for you well."

[Derek Jackson]

He smirked, unfazed by the threat. While he knew that in terms of their job, she outranked him... he tended to take back what control he could in the bedroom. Or well, outside of the job since things weren't exactly limited to just his bedroom. "I got evidence," he told her, referring to the marks. Though really, that wasn't exactly what this was about. "How are you gonna deny it? Blame someone else for making these marks?" For him, there was no one else. The thought of being with someone else hadn't even crossed his mind.

While he was playing this, them, off as a casual thing he knew that that one thought alone defined this as far more than just a fling. But part of him was also partly denying it... even though he never acted on that denial. He constantly embraced whatever they had, and he would continue to do so. "Lie under oath?" He further questioned, leaning toward her, and more. He began to push her back a bit, and moving to situate himself on top of her. "How do you see it not working out for me, cause I'm pretty damn sure I got the upperhand here." In more ways than these mock charges he was teasing her with.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Blame someone else. Was there someone else to blame? She wondered, and for a moment she felt jealous. It was a sudden emotion, and one Julianna wasn't fond of. Did he 'visit' other women? When did he have time? The emotions faded quickly when he leaned down and turned her to her back, continuing with his words that lead to one point. "I think you are just trying to find a reason to cuff me."

The idea wasn't one she would balk at, but nor was it something they had done before. Tonight there was many firsts. First time she used her badge to pull someone, the first time she'd ever danced for a man, the first time he'd said anything positive about her job.

It was a game they always played, without either of them calling it a game; when her hands moved to push at his shoulders. In the beginning it had nor so much been a game as her trying to deny what she wanted. She had wanted him, and had known it, but clung to her rules of trying to remain unattached. Later it was just a role they both liked to play. "And I am defiantly not going to let some caveman cop cuff me."

[Derek Jackson]

He chuckled at her stating that he was just trying to find a reason to cuff her. The thought was a rather appealing one. And as he thought about it, he felt her hands move to his shoulders and push him back, which he let her do as he rolled onto his back, making sure she came with him so that she was over him now. "Let you?" He scoffed at the thought of her trying to stop him. "Sounds like a challenge, Grayson." And he loved a good challenge when it came to this sort of thing. Perhaps it was part of the reason he had even been with her that first time; it had been a challenge getting her to admit that she wanted this, though probably not as much as he had.

"Think you can get the upperhand?" He questioned, somewhat rhetorically, mockingly even. "Whatever you do, I let you do. Remember that," he added teasingly toward her, but not without truth. Because while she outranked him in the real world, he over powered her during their intimate activities. He used his strength against her, putting her where he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wasn't about to let her forget that.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He moved to his back, and pulled her with him. "It wasn't a challenge. Everything I say is not a challenge!" Though to be fair, it was in this moment, only she knew better then to admit it. "I was telling . . . though maybe I should cuff you--the the headboard while I show you the enjoys of taking things slow."

His other words made her gasp in mock outrage. "Is that so?" Julianna moved her hands to his and pushed them back on the bed, holding him in place as best as she could for the moment. Looking around she tried to see if there was anything she could use to hold him down but nothing was in sight or reach, unless he had something in a drawer, though she did she his handcuffs on the bed side table.

Reaching for them, "Derek Jackson, you are under arrest for threatening a federal agent, and pulling my hair, and being a caveman." She teased, while moving to (at east try) to put it on his wrist.

[Derek Jackson]

Whether she meant things to be a challenge or not, that was how he often took them. And had fun meeting up to that challenge. She further suggested cuffing him to show him the benefits of taking it slow. He disagreed. Because slow was not his style. But at the same time, he was intigued to see what she would do. Tonight she had put on a show for him, one that he had greatly enjoyed, and now she was going to do this? Jackson was curious enough to let her, so when she held his hands against the bed, he didn't struggle. He didn't make the slightest movement, though he knew in his arrogant mind that he could flip her on her backside and regain that control in a split second. Instead, he just watched her dig around for something, and then actually pulling out handcuffs.

He began to laugh when she 'arrested' him, finding the whole thing pretty entertaining. He continued to watch her with the utmost amusement as she began to cuff him. "Damn Grayson, that the best you got?" He teased and mocked. "If you arrest someone like this, they won't take you seriously." He knew part of his amusement came from teasing her... even if she wasn't always amused with his 'jokes'. "Why don't you say it more seriously. And put a little more force into the cuffing. They ain't supposed to feel good." Handcuffs weren't meant to be comfortable. So she didn't have to try to be careful with them or him. He could take it. Infact, maybe this was his own way of challenging her.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Julianna was surprised he was going to let her put them on him. Reaching for his wrist and locking the one around it. Pulling his hand toward the headboard, she looped the cuff though one of the rails, before locking it on his other wrist. Shocked more then surprised now. He couldn't take control, he couldn't over power her. She could do anything she wanted.

Julianna almost teased him, by getting up to pretend to leave but instead leaned slow over him and softly kissed his lips. "Now who has the upper hand?" Whispering that, she began to ever so slow move lower over him. A kiss there, a nip here, letting her lips, teeth and touch explore his neck, his shoulder, his chest. Lingering over each dip, every scar. Julianna was in no hurry, and Jackson for ones could not hurry her.

Sliding to sit up, but beside him rather then over him, she looked her fill over him, not even hiding the fact that she was enjoying the lingering look. Reaching out to touch his staff, she let her fingers ghost over him, and tease him without giving him anything to help ease the moment. No, she was going to take her time.

[Derek Jackson]

He watched, still amused as she cuffed not only one, but both of his wrists to the bed. He often limited her mobility by pinning her against something or holding her down... now it was clearly her turn to return the favor. First thing she did was kiss him and then ask who had the upperhand. "I let you have it," he reminded her, wanting her to know that he had let her cuff him, since now he didn't exactly have the ability to get free from the cuffs. He watched her move lower on his body, before letting his head rest against the pillow and enjoy the way her all parts of her mouth moved over him.

He was expecting her to go lower and lower... but instead she moved to sit next to him, her hand moving to touch him, but barley. He could already start to feel the pain of his need for her building, and was ready for her to do what she could to alleviate it and give him that relief. He turned his head to look at her expectantly. "Doesn't bite you know," he teased. Really, he just needed that relief of her doing something to help move this along because he was already aching for her and so she needed take action and do something about it since his ability to do so was severely hindered.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He told her that it didn't bite, and Julianna smiled up at him. "But I might." And to prove her words, she leaned low over him, letting her teeth graze over his skin; making sure not to hurt him but enough so he felt the light bite. Her hands moved to hold his hips, while she began slowly tormenting him with her lips.

He always tried to make her loose her control but tonight she would show him the power of control, of holding her ground and a steady pace rather then how they were normally. She was going to make it last, and see if she could find a few buttons to push. Her hand moved from his hip to cup and roll the sack of skin and man below his staff.

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson gave a slight chuckle when she teased him, but the amused expression quickly disappeared when she took action of her words. The sensation was incredible, feeling her work over him like this, the main other time having been just recently in the living room. But this time was different. She seemed almost, bolder. And he was enjoying it. His head sunk into the pillow, as he let out small deep sounds of pleasure of her actions. The only complaint he would have was that she was going too slow, but even still, he was finding enjoyment in it.

Instinctively, he pulled his hands forward, momentarily forgetting that they were cuffed to the bed, because otherwise he would have pressed her closer to him to encourage her, or at least touched her in some way, especially when her hand took hold of him. But even when he felt the restraint, he tried pulling again, to no avail as the clanging metal kept him restrained. Part of him was annoyed by it, but the other part of him was enjoying this too much to feel any other emotions other than that pleasure she was causing to grow inside of him.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

The sounds of the cuffs moving as he pulled, made her feel empowered and bolder. She closed her lips around his tip, and sucked in her cheeks to create a stronger feeling. Her hand moved to drawl a light teasing circle around the underside of his head, before she pulled back enough to look at him.

"You always try to make me loose control, but it does seem you are enjoying my display of it." She licked the length of him, "You see what I mean when I say control can be just as good as having none--sometimes even better." Reaching for the keys she put them on the bed, in his sight but out of his reach, while she went back to tasting him.