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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 9, 2014 20:53:26 GMT -6
She did not have to go get her daughter until after lunch, and there was no set time for pick up. So she knew that she could spend this time with him, and even go slow and enjoy it if they wished, before meeting his mother at 11, and leaving to pick Gabby up just after the noon hour.
But she wasn't thinking about that now!
Julianna wanted to arch her back to better help her handle the overwhelming feeling of Jackson inside her, but he was holding her down. It was hard to think of anything with the need that spread from the single point at the v of her legs and shot up her spine. Her head pressed into the hard wood behind her, as she could do nothing to adjust to the rhythm he was giving her. Her hand gripped his arm and held on, while her leg tightened around him. Whimpering, she tried to reach for the rush of sensation that it seemed only he could give her.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 9, 2014 21:29:40 GMT -6
Jackson's lips went to her for a few seconds before going to her neck. He often found enjoyment in hearing any sounds that escaped her during these moments. When she was otherwise so controlled and composed, able to contain her emotions, which was something he was incapable of, he liked hearing the other side of her... the less guarded side. Early on he had provoked her to this point, now they did this frequently enough for it to almost be expected.
But it never lessened the enjoyment he derived from it. So making sure her lips were free, he attempted to mute his own sounds, pressing his lips against her neck. He teased the skin by tugging it between his teeth in attempt to bite back the sensation that was growing stronger as he felt himself growing closer. His hand gripped her shoulder tighter, a reflexive action, as he pushed harder and stronger than before in these final thrusts... until he felt himself reach that point and found his release inside of her. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 9, 2014 21:40:06 GMT -6
Julianna felt him kiss her, and when he pulled back she tried to follow; though his hands still helped her down. It was frustrating to not be able to move, but even that added to the building moment. Restrained just enough to not be able to do anything but feel. Her hand moved from his arm to the back of his head to hold him closer, while she cried out when the bubble of tense and tight broke.
Breathing heavy she loosened her holds on him, and knew it was a good thing she was laying back this time, because if he expected her to stand after this, she would have fell to the ground. Giving a soft moan of the wonderful feeling of the aftermath, her hands moved small circles over his back. Then she paused and reached up to her neck, before sending a glare at him, "You better not have left a mark, again." Cause they were hard to explain, being they weren't exactly telling people about them right now.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 9, 2014 21:54:46 GMT -6
He raised his head back a little so he could look at her, enjoying seeing that glare on her face and gave her a smug smile in return. He knew why she was paranoid about that, but that tended to only encourage him more. Especially with her having short hair. They hadn't told anyone that they were doing... this, but he enjoyed making her mad, or annoyed. It was why he did a lot of what he did. "Or what?" He asked, uncaring of her warning.
He returned to letting his lips graze her skin along the same area of her neck, his tongue soothing the area before nipping it again. Try explaining that one to his mother. He moved his head up again so that he could look at her, the same expression on his face. "You should know better than to keep challenging me, Grayson," he told her as he leaned down to kiss her lips. His hand moved from her shoulder to her inner thigh, feeling what he could of signs of her enjoyment. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 9, 2014 22:08:22 GMT -6
"Stop!" She tried to sound mad, but when his hands were on her, it was hard to sound anything but breathless. "I am not wearing a scarf again for another week!" Moving her hands she tried to pull him back but his own hand distracted her when he went exploring.
She also wasn't going to spend the next half hour on this table! As comfortable as he bed was, they didn't make as much use of it as they should. "The bedroom!" She hinted, laughing slightly as she was trying to used her hands to make him stop but with as much as he was doing it was as if he was two people. One hand there, another here, then his lips, and his hips--it was almost too much to try to stop. Not that she really wanted it to stop.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 9, 2014 22:28:43 GMT -6
 The thought was humorous to him. Because seeing her wear a scarf would be that constant reminder that he had left his mark on her... and he was damn proud of it. She then mentioned the bedroom, and he was well aware of how she preferred to do this kind of stuff on the bed. Which was perhaps why he picked other places to do it. His finger just grazed her sensitive area as if to tease her before he pulled out of her. He then took hold of her arms and pulled her up so that she was sitting up on the table.
But he didn't help her down, instead, he took a small step back. Wanting to see if she was able to move on her own because he liked seeing the impact his actions had on her... seeing if they affected her movement afterwards. "Three seconds," he said, giving her a time limit to get up. "Before we end up breaking this table." And the thought was tempting enough that he said these words in a way that made it sound like a good thing... since he knew how much force and pressure it would take to actually break such a sturdy table. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 9, 2014 22:39:45 GMT -6
His touch made her press her head into the table, and try not to pull him back as he moved to get up. He at least helped up sit up, before telling her she had three seconds before he was coming back. The first second, she stared at him in amused surprise, before she moved to the edge and stepped down. He knew very well that she often needed a few moments before her legs had enough strength to work.
"No one is breaking my table!" She warned him, knowing it wasn't her's, and wondering how's he react to her making a claim on it. "I like this one!" It had memories! She held onto the edge while walking toward the bed room, but her limbs still felt shaky. Once she got to the walls that formed the hall she turned to laughingly glare at him, "I hate you!" She knew she'd never make it.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 9, 2014 23:31:34 GMT -6
She said her table and it madeb Jackson pause, even though he tried not to show it. Her table. Their table. It was... shared. The thought was... he didn't know what it was. While he had always told himself he wouldn't create strong relationships with anyone else, this was exactly what that was. Even though he had denied it for this long. It was becoming more real. Hell, he was with a woman to had a kid. That, was committment. And... he wanted to continue to deny the implications in her words. Which, wasn't too difficult when he saw her start to move toward the bedroom, slowly. She was as he had predicted, still affected by the aftermath of their actions.
But he was enjoying the view, his eyes slowly moving over her body, taking in the sight of her perfect figure... make that familiar need build in him all over again. She had only got to the walls before turning and saying how much she hated him. That was his cue. He watched her for a few more seconds before walking up to her, pulling her to the wall across from the one she was near and turned her so that her back was against his front. He took each of her hands in either of his and pressed them against the wall in front of her to help brace her for what was coming. "Don't blame me cause you can't walk," he teased, and mocked a little, speaking directly in her ear. With their bodies pressed together in this way, he moved forward a bit cause her to slightly lean forward before entering her from her behind, firmly pressing her hands against the wall. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 10, 2014 7:04:24 GMT -6
Her legs were just finding their strength when she felt his hands on her, not even noticing when he came up. "Jackson!" He moved her to the other wall, and pulled her back into him. He teased her, telling her not to blame him when she couldn't walk. Oh but she would! Blame him, and thank him. She always did, and it never seemed to make him stop.
Feeling him push into her, Julianna's hands pressed into the wall as she arched her hips backwards toward him. When this was over she was going to need a shower in order to be presentable, and she had the feeling he would only join her. Reaching for his hands, she lifted them and brought them to her chest to cup and hold her there.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 10, 2014 10:00:04 GMT -6
She moved his hands to her chest, which gave her the full responsibility of keep her braced while he did what he was doing. Each hand filled with either curve on her chest, as he squeezed them as tightly as he could, a reaction to the intensity of his actions. He knew he should probably loosen his grip, that he could be hurting her... but as usual, he didn't overthink it, especially in these moments. It was her fault anyway. He blamed her entirely so being so damn irresistible. What was it about her that made him always need her? That made all these feelings and desires for her constantly surface in him. Again, he wasn't going to overthink it right now. He knew it would just make him more annoyed.
So he continued to move in her, faster and deeper, the force of his actions growing as he needed to get closer, filling the hall of his apartment with the clapping of skin as well as his grunts. He cursed in a harsh whisper, though with how close his lips were to her ear, he knew she would be able to hear him. It was all he could say right now to reflect... well, everything. How good she felt, how close he was, and the desperation of trying to get to that peak, which only made him squeeze harder and move faster. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 10, 2014 12:17:25 GMT -6
Her head hit the wall, a few times while she was adjusting to taking the force of him behind her, but she soon moved from her hands holding it, to her elbow and forearm, which saved her head. He was hurting her, but when it came down to the sensations that she had the pain only fueled it, and turned it sharper, and stronger.
Stronger and more directed to what she needed. Pushing her hips back toward him, with her hand on the wall she tried to get him deeper. Everything tightened, and he feared she would fall as the feeling burst, and the rush of euphoric bliss filled her shaking body, while she cried out his name! Slowly Julianna came back down to being able to think. Was she still standing?
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 10, 2014 20:13:37 GMT -6
Finally reaching that high, and knowing she had too from the way she cried out his name (which he rather enjoyed hearing) and the way she felt down there. He took a minute, basking in that ecstasy, finally releasing his strong grip on her chest area. One hand went to her waist, while his other to her shoulder, as if using that to brace himself up after the intensity of what they had just done. After several moments, he finally pulled out of her and took a few steps back, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the one she was near, though not too far since his hallway wasn't too wide.
He closed his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his breathing and the rapid beating of his heart which he felt like was going to explode out of his chest. He dind't know how she was standing, or whether she was still standing. He would look soon enough. Right now, he was just trying to regain his own composure, and let everything sink in before he attempted to talk. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 10, 2014 21:26:55 GMT -6
She was sitting. Apparently she had enough thought in her that she had turned, putting her back to the wall and slid down to the ground to stop herself from falling. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she could only lean there and try to remember to breathe. She didn't expect him to hold her afterward, that wasn't their relationship--just as going to his family's wedding wasn't--but that didn't mean she didn't want that closeness, only that she didn't expect that.
She should not even be pushing this thing with his mother, but it was such a surprise that she could not, not go and find out more. Julianna watched him, taking in the site of his bared form as he leaned on the wall, and smiled to herself, before laughing at them. She would need a few moments before she could finally walk tot he bedroom, and that was fine. She could just sit here and enjoy the sight of Jackson uncensored. Looking around near her, she tired to find something to aim at his head in a teasing remark to him caveman manhandling of her, but there was nothing. "At least nothing broke." She teased.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 10, 2014 22:04:37 GMT -6
She let out a small laugh and then spoke of how nothing had broken. He opened his eyes to look down at her as she was seated on the ground. "Sounds like a challenge, Grayson," he teased back. One that he would have to attempt. Whether it was the table or something else... would be interesting to see if he could make them break it. Her words also brought back her statement, claiming possession over the table. He didn't want to think about that... didn't want to freak out at the implications. He was with her, he knew that. They weren't screwing other people. And... she had a kid. He knew that all was a high level of committment, but still... that one sentence really stuck in his mind, and he needed to push it away.
"Think you can make it to the bedroom now?" He teased or well, mocked as he smirked at her. Oddly enough, it seemed that his bed was the most infrequent place they did anything. Even the first few times... it had been the table, a ladder, and his car. Traditional was overreacted. Besides, he usually couldn't let her get that far before he grabbed her and then just went from there, not thinking about comfort or practicality. His every thought was consumed with how bad he wanted her. Even months after... it made him wonder if that want would ever become less intense, and found himself hoping it didn't. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 11, 2014 7:21:24 GMT -6
Go the the bedroom. That sounded dangerous toward their brunch plans with his mother. She would love to spend the morning with him, as she planned too, but nor was she missing this chance. "I can't move." She told him with a groan, "so I will just sit here until I can."
The shower, and dress for for brunch. One she planned on going to with him if she could manage it. Why did he hate his mother, so? She seemed normal. Julianna wanted to ask so many questions, by he wasn't one to talk. It made it hard some times, but being she couldn't talk about her own it made it safer too.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 11, 2014 10:31:34 GMT -6
He smirked when she said that she couldn't move, which only made him want to see her move even more. Then again, the longer she stayed here, the less time she would have to get ready for brunch (therefore, not going), as he planned to further distract her from that meeting. "By the time you can, I'm not gonna let you go far," he told her teasingly... though with truth. By the time she would be able to move, he would make sure that she wouldn't be able to again. A teasingy threat, but one he often made good on.
"I got all day," he further teased, resting the back of his head against the wall. And so did she. Because she was not going to brunch with his mother. He already knew how that was going to go. His mother was going to start talking about how she wished he spent more time with them. Act like they were a cohesive family, which wasn't true. There was a reason he never went to Central City, and if he had to for whatever reason he couldn't get out of... he never told them he was there. Now it was just his luck that Julianna just so happened to meet her for the convenient timing of having a wedding in the 'family'. A family that was not his. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 11, 2014 18:03:24 GMT -6
He wouldn't let her get far? She was almost afraid of that statement, but knew what he meant. "You might have all day, but I am going to brunch with your mother." She would not be out out on this. Looking over at the clock on the microwave, she then looked back at him. "You might not wish to go, but she came all this way. I will not stand her up."
Pushing her her feet, Julianna walked toward the bedroom. She knew that he would try something, but running would only make it worse. While she enjoyed their rare mornings, she was willing to end it a hour or two early to get a better understanding of the man who was coming to mean so very much to her.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 11, 2014 20:34:11 GMT -6
She brought up his mother and that made him snap back into reality. Back to the realization that she was going to be meeting his mother for brunch. He did up his pants and followed her to the bedroom, not about to let this go. He walked inside, not to continue their activities but to actually have a conversation... for once. "She didn't come all this way to see you," he pointed out bitterly, annoyed that she was going through with this. So Julianna would be standing her up because he knew his mother didn't expect more than that apartment visit, and even then, it would have been a hell of a lot shorter if Julianna hadn't been there. "What the hell gives you the right anyway?" He questioned, only somewhat rhetorically.
"Did you ever think about why I dont' talk about her. It sure as hell isn't cause I want you to talk to her for me," he added. Granted, he didn't talk about anything overly personal. Especially not his family. "Besides, I don't go looking for your mother or trying to talk to her about you and your family life." He never asked about her mother, and she never talked about it. That had been something they had in common, and he felt the need to point it out right now; that their families, and parents tended to be a non discussed subject... until now. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 11, 2014 21:00:25 GMT -6
He was angry, which she had expected--he was always angry. She tugged on some clean jeans, and one of her own shirts, this one a blue lace top that hung to her. Once dressed she felt she could talk better. "I would love to know why you don't talk to your mother. Or about her. Or with her." Anything! "But you don't, and I don't push you."
"I know how you see us, and that you don't want anything more." He kept himself firmly on the side. They didn't do dates, or spend time at her place because of her daughter. It was no strings for him. Go to work, come home, have fun, get her a cab, see her tomorrow. "I'm fine with that, but it doesn't mean I don't have questions about you. Trying to ask you anything, is the number one way to get you to get angry and back up."
"Yes, I kept my daughter a secret, for reasons you now know; but if you had asked anything else of me, I would have told you." But it wasn't who they were. Sometimes she wished they were different, but she knew they weren't. "You want to know about my family? Fine! My mother's family was from Mexico. My father was an American business man, and he was shot over 3,000 dollars, by his best friend who I called my uncle. The loss of him sent my mother into a drinking binge that lasted from when I was eight years old, until I left for college. I was in and out of foster care, because she could only sober up enough to get me back, but not stay sober to keep me. I had tea parties with Jack Daniel's and vodka!"
"I raised myself, and took care of her for ten years! The last time I saw or spoke to her, she was on the couch nearly blacked out from the booze, and I told her good bye and she asked me to bring her a drink! I left for college and never looked back."
"So you know why I don't speak to my mother. Why don't you speak to yours?"
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