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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 22, 2014 15:04:38 GMT -6
 She may like this role change, and she may be feeling pleased with herself... but he was hardly coherent enough to think about any of that. "Glad it was fun for someone," he mumbled sarcastically. Because it sure as hell wasn't fun for him. Having her push him to the edge, and unable to do anything to fully reach the peak... yeah. Not fun at all. When she had her shoes on, he helped pull her up, but didn't head to the main doors. Instead, he began to lead her to the restrooms. He didn't even look to see whether they went inside the ladies' or men's room, he just went into the first door he saw. Before he could object to anything, he pulled her into one of the stalls and locked the door. He didn't bother checking if there was anyone else in the other stalls. Pressing her against the wall of the stall, he began to speak. "Had to order desert," he said, clearly frustrated with the fact that their dinner had gotten dragged out after she did all that to him.
So he wasn't going to deprive her of the desert she apparently so desperately wanted. Instead, he was just going to do what he could to help alleviate the ache inside fo him. He began to lift her dress a bit, pulling down her underwear until it fell to her feet, before he began to undo his own pants. This may not be 'romantic' or good for a first date, but she had basically told him to stop behaving and he didn't need to be told that twice. "You really got no one to blame but yourself for this." For pushing him, for prolonging their time in the restaurant. Once the required parts of their clothing were undone, he lifted her up a bit, letting her wrap her legs around him for support. He didn't bother to build the moment any more, didn't bother checking to see if she was ready. Because he was ready, and had been for the last little while. So with that thought in mind, he pushed inside of her with one strong thrust, heavily exhaling at the relief of finally being inside of her. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 22, 2014 19:49:30 GMT -6
"Glad it was fun for someone," He teased her, and Julianna laughed before turning toward the door, assuming he'd pay before--Jackson pulled her toward the back. It was less funny now. "Jackson, the door is the other way." She tired to stop walking once, but he pulled her along. Right along and into the men's room! "Jackson! No!" She hissed, and tired to stop , but he again kept pulling her into the room, and into a stall!!
"Had to order desert," He muttered, and she looked around, trying to make sure no one was in here! He had not even checked! There was open things in here! What if men had been washing their hands or worse doing the deed when he burst in here! "I was playing with you! This isn't funny!" She was all for being adventurous, but this was a VERY public place, and they both had very public jobs!
His hands pulled up the dress, which was short as it was, and at first her hands fought him, but he had her underthings on the floor, and was working on his pants. "You really got no one to blame but yourself for this." Lifting her, Julianna wrapped her legs around his hip, and felt him press into her. She let out a disjumbled sound that was part gasp, and part cry, and knew he would know by this point that all her words of stop weren't because she wasn't ready for him. "Jackson!" Biting her lips, she tired to hold the sound in, knowing they could get caught if anyone was in here.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 22, 2014 22:36:29 GMT -6
She had protested all the way here, but he didn't care. Because the second he pushed into her, all her protests had stopped and he could feel that she too was ready for him, and wanted this. Maybe she wasn't as far along as he was with that need, but right now, he wasn't thinking about that. He was only consumed with the pleasure that was starting to fill his body in replacement of that painful need. He continued to move inside her, not waiting or wasting a moment. He buried his head in the crook of her neck to keep any sounds of his muffled, letting her own mouth remain exposed. With each powerful thrust, he moved deeper inside of her and pushed her harder against the wall of the stall they were in.
Clearly, he didn't care if there was anyone else in here, or if they could be heard right now. He had his priorities. Just to play with the idea a little more, he took both of her hands in each of his own and pressed her hands against the stall wall so that she could not cover her mouth. He was smirking on the inside, even if it wasn't evident right now as he was too busy pounding inside of her. Still. He had enough of her mind to keep her hands firmly against the wall, finding himself growing closer to his release as he quickened the pace so that he could get there. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 22, 2014 22:42:04 GMT -6
Julianna held her breath, and tired to hold in any sounds that might escape her lips. It was hard because she had been without him for a while, and to have him now made everything feel stronger. She tried to hold onto him, letting her fingers fist into his clothing to better help her hold the feelings in--but then he took her hands and pinned them down.
Trying to fight his hold was pointless, but she did so anyway, needing to be able to hold to something in order not to be left a loud uncontrolled mess. She dared not even try to call his name, for it would only be the crack that would unfold everything. Julianna pressed her head into the wall, and grinned her teeth shut trying to fight the urge. In the end she only made a whimpering sound, begging him to help them both finish.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 22, 2014 22:55:58 GMT -6
Being with her now only reinforced that reminder of how incredible it felt. He'd been without it, without her, for some time and he knew that part of why this felt so amazing was because of the emotions associated with her. Because he actually cared about her. He had tried to play their relationship off as casual before, but he knew that wasn't it. That he couldn't get a quick fix from just anyone. There was something about her that always made him need and want her... and not just in this physical way. Feeling the final moments upon them it only took a few more thrusts before he finally felt his long awaited release, spilling inside her. He took the moment to bask in the ecstasy, taking in her scent, how she felt being inside her but also the softness of her skin under his lips and... well, everything in this moment. He was aborbing it all and taking solace in the fact that this would not be their last time. Which was a great comfort because even just yesterday he hadn't known he would ever be with her again.
He let his shoulders relax, taking just a few more moments to fully bask in the pleasurable aftermath, before he slowly pulled his head back from where it had been pressed against her neck. He loosened his hold on her hands, and took a small step back, pulling himself from his position inside of her and already working on fastening his pants back up. "I'll check if its clear." He couldn't care less, but he knew that she cared about that sort of thing. He had once left her on the hood of his car and she had left him that night. He wasn't about to risk something like that happening again, even when he didn't have to be on his best behavior. So with those words, he opened the bathroom stall, closing it behind him, and doing a quick check to make sure no one else was inside. When it seemed clear, he opened the stall door again. "Go out first," he told her. And he would follow a bit after since it would look a bit too obvious if they both walked out at the same time. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 23, 2014 17:25:20 GMT -6
Everything had exploded in feeling and emotion. Julianna wasn't sure if she felt nothing or everything. Most likely the later. H or go of he hand, and she flexed them to get the blood moving again, and when he lowered her feet, she held onto the walls so not to fall down. It was these moments that she wanted to be held, and kissed. She felt off center, and vaguely dirty. While exciting, she was all too aware that if they were caught her career would be over.
Stepping out of the stall, she paused beside him, and leaned in for a kiss. It was soft and soothing, lingering for a moment. She would not constantly tell him what she needed from him, instead she would show him. "I am going to the ladies to clean up," because proof of their indiscretion was seeping down the inside of her leg. "Get desert to go, and pay the check, then get me home and out of this dress." Stealing another kiss, she slipped from the room, and went to clean up.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 23, 2014 17:36:11 GMT -6
When she came out she kissed him then told him to get their desert to go and get her out of her dress. Something else that he didn't need to be told twice to do. He was actually glad to hear that she was ready to leave because even though this had scratched an itch, he was rather looking forward to having more time to be with her. Clearly, he was over the whole conversation part of it. Though he had to admit, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. She gave him another kiss before leaving the men's room. He took a few moments to just wash his hands, adjust himself to look less disheveled, although it didn't look too bad, and then headed out of the men's room.
When he returned to the table he saw that the desert was already there and waiting. Luckily, the waitress was nearby so he asked if she could pack that to go and give them the bill. He returned to his seat, knowing it would take a few moments for her to put it in a to go box and bring him the check. But it also gave Jackson a few moments to gather himself while they were still in public. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 23, 2014 19:56:50 GMT -6
It took Julianna a bit to rejoin him, but when she walked to the table she didn't sit. "Ready?" She asked, and waited for him to stand so they could leave together. Somehow she had managed to not stain her new dress, so step one tonight would be making sure he didn't toss it on the floor and ruin it, because she wanted to wear it again.
Once he was ready, they walked out to his car, and Julianna got in the passenger seat. "I know you said two minutes, but lets not break too many more rules tonight." She teased, while watching him climb in and start the car. After a moment's silence she spoke again, but this time her tone was serious. "Can I ask you something? Seriously." Not as in a joke, "What do you want from me? Not tonight, but . . . You have no idea how surprised I was when came to me last night. I was glad but . . . I never expected you wanted anything more then whatever we had."
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 23, 2014 23:25:29 GMT -6
When their desert was brought back in a take out box, and the check was all paid for, they headed back to the car. She told him to try not and break any rules and... well that made him want to break them even more. Her questions however caused him not to go as fast as he had initially planned... because his mind thought it over. She was asking him what he wanted from her. Had she not continued to speak after that question, he would have had a very different answer. But this was something more serious, and she wanted a serious response. They had made small talk before, talked about her daughter... and now, she wanted to talk about them. And he didn't know how to answer that. "I never expected that either," he admitted. He knew he'd wanted her, but he'd realized a lot more about how much he wanted when she'd ended things. That it was beyond the physical... that he was emotionally invested in their relationship.
He may have realized all this recently, but articulating it wasn't exactly easy for him to do. "Never been with anyone as long as I was with you," he told her. Which, was something that probably didn't come as a serious. There were reasons as to why he didn't form relationships with other people. "If I didn't want this, wouldn't have kept going back to you." He wouldn't have gone back to her each time, first after she'd ended things when he'd left her on the hood of the car, then again when he'd found out about her daughter and now. He didn't know if this was the answer she wanted or not, but it was the truth. Something about her kept pulling him back to her. Otherwise, he would have just messed around with her a couple times, and then moved on. But clearly, that had not happened. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 24, 2014 14:24:51 GMT -6
"If it makes you feel better, you're my longest too." Julianna knew he wanted to be with her. She could feel it in, and while she could always feel it she knew now it was more then just emotional for her. It was for him as well. Had it not been then he would never had come to her after he left her when he discovered Gabby, and never would have come to her again after she left him when she needed more then just a few nights in his bed.
"I don't doubt you want to be with me, Jackson. I can feel it." When he tried to be a gentleman for her, she could feel it. When he came to her, she could feel it. When he touched her, no matter how hard or soft, she could feel it. "I just was wondering what your expectations were. From me." What did he want or need from her to make this work. "I made a lot of demands on you, and you've made none on me. I just want to know what you need from this."
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 25, 2014 0:36:30 GMT -6
She said that he was her longest as welll and... Jackson found himself glad to hear that. He knew of her past relationship, and he also knew that she didn't exactly do this often. While their reasons for not being in a long term relationship greatly differed, he supposed what mattered now was that they were both finding a way to make this work. She then asked him another challenging question, inquiring as to waht he wanted from her... what his expectations of her were. He hadn't really thought about it like he. Nor did he see it as her making demands that he needed to meet. He only saw it at having come to terms with how he felt about her, and therefore, finding a way to make it work. There were parts of her and her life he had to accept; ones that he could no longer deny.
"Just you," he said simply in refernece to her lastly spoken words of what he needed from this. It was the truth after all, and he was trying to think of how he could elaborate on that. "I just wanna make this work," he began to tell her. "Don't really have any expectations or demands." Apart from the ones he knew she was already quite well aware of. "Like I said, I never done this before." Especially not when a kid was involved. "Just need you to remember that." He knew he was going to screw something up or another, so just needed her to help him with this whole process. Which, he knew she would. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 25, 2014 14:38:32 GMT -6
Julianna knew this was new for them both, so when he told her that he only needed her to remember that she smiled, hoping he was being honest with her and that really was all he needed from her. It was however not all she planned to give him. She'd told him that she loved him twice, and wanted to say it now but knew he wasn't the emotional sort of man. He at least knew how she felt.
"We can take it one day at a time." She promised, knowing as long as their was steps forward that she didn't mind them being baby steps. As he parked the car, she unbuckled her belt and climbed out, circling around to met him on the sidewalk. "With nights thrown in there too." Just to be clear.
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