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Post by jericho on Feb 16, 2011 21:14:25 GMT -5
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The air was gritty; filled with smoke and whatever grime was being kicked up by two combatants in the middle of the room. Like warped, liquor-scented rams, they charged and battered one another, knocking over tables, glasses and, in some cases, people. Blood flew, misting the air and cheers made the fine red molecules vibrate before hitting whatever sorry surface was available.
Only his wife would have made tracks to this God forsaken hole in the earth. Gah…Jessie, Jessie, Jessie. She couldn’t have chosen a bar with at least SOME semblance of law, could she? Of course not…she was nothing if not an adrenaline junkie. It was almost as if she looked for people to fight with.
Shouldering his way into the bar, Jericho squinted at the various fuzzy shapes floating around the overcrowded bar. The place smelled like booze, blood and…other things he didn’t want to think about. While others proceeded to howl and pump their fists for the fight, he busied himself by trying to flag down the bartender…who was also watching the festivities. Wonderful.
Really, why was he there in the first place? It wasn’t the firs time he asked it of himself, as he plopped down onto a barstool and reached behind the counter for the first bottle he could find. Ah, awesome; a beer. Maybe his luck was changing. Fina-frikking-ly.
Ever since their little ‘talk’ on at the Rhys-Damara homestead, things between Jessie and himself had changed. They weren’t so afraid of their forgotten vows, and had ceased to tippy-toe around talk of their ‘relationship.’ They didn’t leave one another stranded in a motel room, seemed to kiss easier and relax in each other’s company…
And ran away at every hint of a Hunt, leaving a rental car for their significant other and a lip stick kiss on a piece of stationary paper. Oh, wait, that wasn’t a they! That was a JESSIE.
Jericho managed to refrain from growling at the thought. It seemed like every other day, his ‘wife’ was running off to throw herself at some monster or another. Did she ever invite him along? Tell him where she was going? Oh no, God FORBID, if the Coulter girl ever asked her freaking husband for any kind of help. He paused in mid-thought as the h-word made a warm feeling creep into his chest.
At first, he’d wondered if those feelings were the result of that damned cupid-demon-thing and its magical powder…but after a while, he’d begun to realize that they were his own. Would the powder have been able to make him want to strangle her AND kiss her? He figured no; it would just focus on the latter. Because he felt the irritation at the same time as the warm fuzzies, he was pretty sure that it was all from himself. When it came to Jessie, however…he didn’t know. Was her hunting expeditions some kind of subtle ‘GET AWAY FROM ME, FREAK!’ message?
He took a deep gulp of his beer as he turned toward the crowd. The morons were still fighting, but moving toward the door, thank God. Who the hell knew what was going through that crazy woman’s head…that was partially why he was there. To…gah, he was sounding like a girl…talk.
And talk he would, especially given that his wife was getting her ass ogled by a guy she was beating at pool. Talk, punch in the face; same thing.
Pushing himself away from the bar, he managed to elbow through the crowd, thankful that he’d managed to memorize her size and build through nightly explorations. He’d know that figure anywhere. In a matter of minutes, he was leaning on the far wall, watching her.
”What beautiful women are in this bar. Who would’a thought?”
((Hey, hope this' alright. I scrapped the Bullet scene and figured Jess might be around the pool tables. If I'm wrong, lemme know and I'll change things. ^_^ ))
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Post by Jessica Coulter on Feb 17, 2011 8:38:38 GMT -5
 
Jessica Rayne Coulter DeVoux had never been one to consider herself a coward. There weren't many things in this world that put the fear of god into her and she'd faced down things that would have made most grown men wet themselves. In the hunters world, she'd grown a rep for being one of the baddest fighters in their field and gained the respect of more than one old goat who believed that a womans place was barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen just by her willingness to take a hit in the line of duty.
Unfortunately, though, it seemed that when it came to her dearly beloved hubby... She was as craven as they came.
To be honest, she didn't exactly understand why but every time they actually seemed to have a meaningful encounter, the urge to run flooded her system like adrenaline. And every time, she was forced to go with it. It didn't matter if it was the middle of the night or after a round of amazing makeup sex... It struck with a force that was like a tidal wave she couldn't fight.
God, wouldn't the men in white suits have a ball with her!
On some level, Jessie knew that it was the fear of loving him to much that sent her into a panic. She hadn't exactly had a good role model for happily ever after in her father and she supposed it had warped her image of what the whole relationship thing should be like.
Even though she'd seen other couples like Mom and Dad WInchester make it through ... the mere thought of opening herself up to the sort of devastation losing a lover could bring was terrifying to her. The mere thought of losing Jericho NOW was enough to send her off the deep end.... How much worse would it be if he ended up dead? The thought scared her so badly that her mind couldn't even wrap itself around the question.
Hence the running for something she could and did understand. Another Job and another bar. Which had lead her to her current environment and her current mind set.
Oh, yeah, this was familiar... This was managable.
Some things just never changed. Flash a guy a bit of skin and they were putty in the palm of your hand.
Jessie never understood why dudes never caught on that they were being hustled until to late but she chalked it up to the fact that their brains seemed to go south at the mere thought of sex.
"Really," she thought. Honestly? These guys should KNOW better. What kind of woman walked into a bar like this without at least knowing something about the way things would go down? Warning bells should have been ringing in their heads the moment she flashed her pearly whites and glamoured them with dazzling blue eyes.
The way she saw it... She was doing THEM a favor.
It was their own dumb luck that they were losing money to her over a pool table and she figured she was teaching them a much needed lesson. Yeah, thats was her. Jessie Coulter... Doing the public a service without them even knowing it. What a good Samaritian she was.
That thought alone was enough to make her snicker evilly as she picked up the wad of cash on the table. Good Samaritian was NOT a term that would ever be applied to her, she thought to herself before pocketing the money and smiling at the two "good ol' boys" who still didn't seem to realize that they'd been had.
"Well, boys.... I thank you for the lessons. It was really sweet of you to show me how to play. Looks like beginners luck is on a roll tonight. How about I buy you both a round of drinks before I go as thanks?" she asked, still rolling the poll cue around in her hands. "I'd hate to leave such gentleman like yourselves empty handed after all the effort you put into this."
So caught up was she in her interactions with the "gentlemen" Jessie didn't catch the glimpse of movement at the edge of her vision until a deep, husky voice cut through the air. Instantly, her body froze and she turned slowly towards the sound as if to confirm her own worst fears.
Well, hell.... It looked like her ball and chain had found her. AGAIN. How the HELL did he keep managing it? Each time, she tried to put more and more effort into giving him the slip but each time, he managed to find her. It had developed into some sort of twisted challenge between the two of them and Jessie was beginning to wonder just which one of them was more messed up? Her for leaving or him for following.
And his perseverance just made her love him all the more. DAMN HIM TO HELL AND BACK! She could have hated him if he had just let her go without a fight but his damned tenacity at tracking her down and making her love him more had her so twisted inside it was all she could do not to kiss him and beat on him all at the same time.
Did he have any clue as to what he did to her?? Probably not. After all, he WAS her match in stubborness. He probalby thought tracking her down was his sort of male macho he man act that proclaimed "Me Man, You Woman."
That thought made her laugh out loud suddenly. Damn him all to hell.
"Well Well.... look what the cat drug in.." she said snottily. "What took you so long, husband mine? Getting slow in your old age?"
Ok, so yeah.. she was being a witch and she knew it but she couldn't seem to help herself. Something about him brought out her inner brat and the words sprang out on their own. Of course, it was that same effect that had lead to more than one round of heated bedroom antics but... Well, this wasn't the time or place to dwell on that no matter how it made her middle melt.
Then again, maybe it was. Maybe that was the whole damned attraction with this man.
Tilting her head, Jessie gazed at the handsome man leaning on the wall and the rest of the bar's occupants were forgotten. Sudden clarity made her eyes widen just a bit as she realized that Jericho was the first man to ever give her back as good as she gave. He was the only man who'd ever had the guts enough to try to curb her recklessness and the only man who'd been brave enough to tell her to stick a sock in it when she was being stupid.
Strangely, for Jessie, it was like a safety net that she didn't realize she'd come to rely on until now. Bloody Hell.... She was in SO much trouble.
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Post by jericho on Feb 19, 2011 11:35:11 GMT -5
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Okay, seriously, did EVERYONE in the entire friggin’ pool-section of the bar really have to stare at his wife’s ass? While Jessie took her damn good time realizing he’d tracked her down for the twentieth time that month, he made a point of glaring at every guy who’s face was turned downward. His fingers itched from the need to be clenched into a fist and introduced to each wandering eyeball, and he gritted his teeth to keep from verbally calling them out.
Some of the douchebags were kind enough to look away, seeing the ‘I WILL FUCK YOU UP!’ expression on his face, but there was always one or two that gave him that annoyingly challenging look. Well…at least he thought it was challenging, but given the amount of fuzz in front of his eyes, he couldn’t be sure.
Fuck it; they were staring at his wife’s ass; they should all fuckin’ die.
Turning his scowl to Jessie as she spoke, Jericho fought the urge to strangle her. Only she would take one look at his almost murderous expression, the obviously slept-in-the-car look he was currently rocking and the bags around his eyes, and freaking crack a joke at his expense. Was he getting old? Maybe.
And was chasing her all over God’s green earth also getting old? FUCK YES.
He knew that she was both scared and trying to test him and his resolve to have her, but there was only so much a guy could take. More than once, he’d had to stop and seriously ask himself; was all of this worth the hassle? Before their little run in with that annoying cupid/demon/thing, he’d been perfectly happy hopping from bed to bed, with no ties save that of his immediate family. Jessie had just been a childhood friend and a passing drinking buddy, nothing more. Life was simpler when all he had to do was look after himself and his own interests, instead of constantly wondering if his fool wife was going to get her fool head bitten off because she was too damn stubborn to accept his help.
He fuckin’ loved her; he admitted it. But if she were going to keep fighting her own feelings, keep making him run through hoops that were seriously getting well used…bah, he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do. Leave? Maybe. But hell if he knew how long he could stay away from the fiery huntress.
”Nah, babe; just taking my time so your ego doesn’t hurt too bad,” He drawled in reply. Pushing himself off the wall, he strolled over to her. ”So, what’s it this time? Taking a break from trolling for BAMF’s, so you decided to beat on the locals?”
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Post by Jessica Coulter on Feb 19, 2011 13:02:15 GMT -5
Leave it to Jericho to give as good as he got. She'd never had a smart ass comment that he hadn't had one back for. It was one of the many things that irritated the hell out of her at the same time as it thrilled her. It was a constant challenge to best him in words or manner and she suspect that was what kept her coming back for more time after time.
Not to mention that the sex was red hot and sometimes they fought just so they could make up. Oh yeah, there were times when she was surprised that the hotel was still standing when they got finished with the sort of explosions they set off between them.
Forcing her thoughts back to the current moment, Jessie leaned negligently on the pool table and twirled the cue between her legs. A slim brow arched coolly as she lifed her chin a bit at her handsome husband before replying.
"Now what makes you thing I would be that unsporting?? I was just taking a break before getting to work. You know how it is... I do some of my best in the dark...." she drawled out suggestively, letting her gaze run up and down him in a throughly feminine manner. "Of course... I"m good any time but there are just some things that work better when the world is taking a nap..... "
Then, pushing away from the table, she sent their avid audience a smirk before placing the pool cue back in its position.
"Sorry boys... Looks like that drink will have to wait.... My ball and chain just showed up and I'm sure hes got some words for me that I don't care to have everyone under gods green earth hear."
That said, the huntress turned and brushed past Jericho as she headed for the entrance of the bar.
"Come on baby... lets get this out of the way so we can get back to work... Some of us have jobs to do..." she said sassily as she passed him by and let an extra swag set into the sway of her hips.
On the way, she grabbed a shot off a waitresses tray and slammed it back before tossing some bills down and kept going. She had a feeling she was going to need it before the night was out.
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Post by jericho on Feb 20, 2011 22:46:50 GMT -5
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Jericho had to bite back a grin as he saw the familiar amused light creep into Jessie’s eyes. She got like that every time he called her out on something; that little smile around those beautiful brown eyes. God, but she made his blood boil and his body harden; that little grin of hers making him remember all kinds of private things. Like how she looked spread out beneath him, or how his name sounded on her lips as she screamed at the ceiling…
Crap, definitely not the time to delve into those particular memories. Shifting a bit where he stood, he mentally commanded his happy place to get a little less…happy. The last thing he needed was for Jessie to notice and use the ‘raging stallion’ for ammunition. His ego was beat up enough as it was.
His eyes slid down to the pool cue between her legs, and he let loose a martyred sigh. The fuckers who refused to remove their eyes from his wife’s ass were getting quite the show now, and he was half tempted to shove the young huntress into a burlap sack. Gah, and she thought HE got on HER last nerve…
”That so?” He drawled in reply to her ‘needing some privacy with the ball and chain’ comment. ”You didn’t seem that worried last night. I think the neighbors next door and across the motel knew what you were thinking at that moment.”
He smirked at her and half turned as she walked by. He refrained from rolling his eyes as he noticed that extra sway in her hips and glared at the men now enjoying the show. Before he could think better of it, he gave her ass a light, obviously possessive smack and raised a brow at her pool-buddies, who immediately averted their eyes.
That was more like it. Now…to deal with the fall out for his own little show…
When they got to the bar, Jericho stole a seat and hooked his foot on the rung of the stool next to hers, pulling it close for her. With a nod at the bottle behind the bar, the bartender dropped off the cheap whiskey and moved away.
Once they were alone, the smirk he’d worn before immediately turned into an irritated scowl. ”This is the fifth time this month, Jessie, that you’ve run out on me. One of these days, I’m gonna stop chasing your ass.”
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Post by Jessica Coulter on Feb 21, 2011 12:27:14 GMT -5
Was that really supposed to embarrass her? Jessie could only roll her eyes at the words Jericho tossed in her direction and then smirk. She'd never exactly been the shy sort when it came to getting it on and she wasn't about to start being ashamed now. Hell, sex and passion was an essential part of being alive and she just found people who denied it plan stupid. Besides, when you had a man like Jericho DeVoux lovin on you??? Could a girl be blamed for praising the lord in overly loud tones?? She was only human after all and he was the sexiest man she'd ever had the pleasure of tasting.
Damn, just those thoughts made her middle go all hot and gooey. Damn him for being so damned sexy. It really outta be illegal or something.
Brushing a long of hair back from her face that had escaped from her messy ponytail, Jessie was just about to open her mouth and say something smart back when a slap on her ass made her almost swallow her tongue. Sending him a look over her shoulder that spoke volumes, she hide the spark of pleasure that filled her with the realization that he felt as proprietorial to her as she did him.
Obviously, he was feeling the need to let everyone in the bar know who she belonged to and while it irked her badly... It also made a small grin spread over her lips.. A grin that was quickly hidden as they reached the bar and Jericho pulled up a stool for her.
"Here we go..." she thought to herself, ordering a double of Tequila and tossing it back even as Jericho started to talk. As the burn of the Patron hit her stomach and a nice buzz flared to life, the caramel haired huntress turned and leaned her back on the bar. Her blue green gaze was intense but strangely non combative as she gaze at him over the brim of yet another drink.
"Whats a matter, Superman?? Finding me a bit much to handle?" she chided, no real sarcasm to be heard in her tone.
Hell, if Jessie were anything, she was at least honest with herself. She KNEW she was being a complete bitch.. But she just couldn't seem to help herself. It wasn't a conscious need that kept her running.. It was something buried so deep that she didn't know if she could ever stop this random behavior.
In her heart, she knew Jericho deserved so much better and she honestly wanted to give it to him but she just wasn't wired that way. She'd never been the rock steady sort of woman that he should be with and she knew on some level... One of these days... He WAS going to stop coming after her...And that knowledge about killed her even as she recognized that it was her own damned fault.
That thought made her fingers tighten around the shot glass and her mood took a sudden downward shift. Suddenly, she was to tired to trade insults with him tonight and she didn't want to pretend that shit was fine. Raising the tequila once more, she drained the double and swore as some burnt the wrong pipe.
Damn, this shit was getting old. How long were they going to keep doing this? Keep dancing in circles while they slowly destroyed each other?
Glancing upwards at Jericho, Jessie knew that some of her feelings were shining through and she felt the pinprick of tears in her eyes. Swearing under her breath, she suddenly shot off the stool and headed for the exit. She needed air, damn it. Anything to clear this suddenly emotion out of her head and heart. Emotion that clogged her throat and eyes every single time Jericho started hitting to close to the heart of the matter.
Vaguely, she felt rather than heard him following after her but she couldn't stop to tell him off. The need for air was all encompassing and she felt like she might just kill anyone who stopped her from getting out of the cloying smell of smoke and liquor. Only when she was outside and leaning over the hood of her car did she stop. It was an even longer moment before she finally spoke.
"You know something, DeVoux..... I can honestly say your the only man i've ever shed a tear over.... " she whispered hollowly, staring out over the dessert sand of the New Mexico oasis. "What are we doing??? I don't want to hurt you.. and I don't want you to hurt me... but that seems like all we ever do...... I don't know how to love someone ... I don't even know if I'm capable of it.... All I know is that when I'm with you... I can't stand the thought of losing you and it scares the hell out of me so bad to need someone like that that I panic and take off..... Then you show up and we're right back at ground level one..... "
Almost choking from the pain of all the emotion in her heart, Jessie gave a derisive laugh and shook her head before turning to look at him. ONly then did she realize that she'd evidently swiped the whole bottle of patron from the counter. Shit, she was really fucked in the head. How the hell was she suppose to deal with all these feelings inside when she had not a clue what they all meant? How was she to tell him that her fondest wish was to wake up with him beside her every morning for hte rest of their lives when the very THOUGHT of it almost made her wet herself in terror? And he thought HE was damaged?? God, he should really call the mental ward and bring on the men in those nice white lab coats cause she was about as screwed up as a person could get.
Taking another swig from the Patron bottle, she let out a laugh that held no amusement before staring at him with something different than her normal, self assured manner.
"What the fuck are we going to do, Sweet cheeks? What the fuck are we going to do??"
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Post by jericho on Feb 26, 2011 19:51:49 GMT -5
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He knew that snarling at Jessie wasn’t a good idea if he wanted to get a serious conversation out of her, but he just couldn’t help himself. The way she played up her ‘sexy lady’ status and her obvious nonchalance when it came to his chasing her all over creation…it was infuriating! He knew she had problems, sure, and it wasn’t like their ‘relationship’ was normal…but hell, he knew she loved him. He knew he loved her! What was the frikkin’ problem, already?
Hell, if HE could admit to the fact that he liked having her around and didn’t mind the ring on his finger, she should be doing a frikkin’ DANCE, right about then. But no; she had to keep on pulling these childish disappearing acts every time she got cold feet about her marital status.
Scowling now, Jericho eyed his wife. There was going to be a time in the near future when he didn’t come out and hunt her down…and it was going to fuckin’ kill him.
With a growl at her taunt, he bit back the caustic remark that stuck in his throat. Leave it to frikkin’ Jessie to take the need for an actual talk, and turn it into a sarcasm-fest. When she refilled her glass, he stole it and downed the shot, gritting his teeth against the burn. God, she was a stubborn woman! Stubborn and stupid, not to see that he was the one for her.
…Which, now that he thought of it, wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement. How long had he ‘wined and dined bimbo’s,’ as YaYa put it? Jessie was probably as afraid he’d turn back to his old ways, than he was of her getting hurt while out on a Hunt alone. Damn, they were both horrible at this crap, weren’t they? It was enough to make him smile.
It was an expression that quickly left his face, once he followed her outside and listened to what she had to say next. In all truthfulness, he’d expected yet another quip from her. Maybe…a sexy come-back, or an offer to have a tumble in her car. Pretty much anything but the confession that she gave, and Jericho couldn’t help the shocked look that slid onto his face.
In the dark, only her fuzzy form emerged, and he took a step closer to it. Hell, even if he were completely blind, he’d still be drawn to her. It had always been like this, for as long as he could remember; the utter need to be around her. Back in the day, he’d chalked that up to her personality and how she made everyone feel that way…but now? Now, he knew better.
With a sigh, he shoved his hand through his hair. Half of him was tempted to come up with some shit story to make her feel better, but she knew him better than that. He wasn’t one to pull his punches, and now was definitely the time to go for the truth.
”First off, you can stop lying to yourself, Jessie,” He growled back to her. Moving forward, he positioned himself in front of her and scowled down into those beautiful eyes. ”You’re just bullshitting yourself and me. You’re not capable of loving anyone? Tell that to your brothers and to those of us who grew up with you. As for being afraid of losing me…yeah, sure, I understand that; I’m fuckin’ afraid of losing YOU every time you ditch me to go off on a Hunt.”
He was getting angry now, words bitten off as he resisted the urge to yank her against him. She needed to hear this; needed to come to her own damn conclusions. He refused to tell her what to do, just to have her throw it back in his face later, if things didn’t work out. He needed her to understand that she was permanent in his life, dammit!
”What do we need to do? Baby, I would’a thought that was obvious…we need to fight for this thing we have, ‘cause it’s beautiful, and you know it. Yeah, sure, before the cupid thing, we weren’t this way with one another, but shit, man, you KNOW that what magic mojo pulled something out of us that was already there! I was always afraid of getting involved, but I’m not anymore, Jessie…because it’s you. I love you, you stubborn cow! Now stop worrying about what COULD happen, and focus on what IS happening! I fuckin’ love you!”
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Post by Jessica Coulter on Feb 27, 2011 11:05:14 GMT -5
WHOA WHOA WHOA!!
BACK THAT PONY UP!! HAD HE REALLY JUST SAID WHAT SHE”D THOUGHT HE SAID?? Forget said.... SCREAMED WHAT SHE THOUGHT AT HER???
For a long moment, Jessica Coulter-DeVoux could only stare at Jericho like he'd suddenly grown horns and turned into someone she didn't know. She was bloody well speechless with her jaw hanging open and suspected she looked like someone had whapped her hard enough to rattle her brains. Surely she hadn't just heard him correctly.... Had he really just screamed out that he loved her loud enough that she was quiet sure people half way around the world had heard?
From the expression on his face? Yeah, she'd say he had!
He looked like he'd suddenly swallowed a frog and had a big of a green tinge to his expression that she could see even through the dark. Damn, was it really wrong that she suddenly wanted to jump his bones right then and there? Probably but her heart didn't seem to really give a damn. In fact, it seemed to be doing a jig in her chest that suggested maybe she was on the verge of a minor heart attack.
Hell, to be honest, she'd suspected.. Ok, she'd known... that he loved her but they'd never come right out and said it. It seemed as if they'd had an unspoken agreement that to say the words allowed would move things irrevocably past the nice safe territory they were in to more dangerous terrain that neither of them were comfortable going yet. He'd just gone and blown them clear out into those seemingly shark infested waters.
Well, HELL.
Strangely though, even as she waited with baited breath for the panic to set in, Jessie didn't feel like she were about to take off running. Instead, it was almost as if the ground had solidified under her feet and a small, secure base took form. Something that she instinctively knew wouldn't crack and crumble under any amount of strain but would stay firm and offer safety whenever the rest of the world went to hell. Man, it was funny how three little words from the man you loved could do things like that to your perception.
Then, before she knew it, words were escaping her own mouth.
“I love you to, Jericho.....”
Oh shit... She hadn't just really said that had she?
“I LOVE YOU, JERICHO DEVOUX.”
Hell yeah, that was her voice. Bloody hell.
“I've loved you forever it seems.... I just didn't know it till that stupid cupid.....”
When the hell had she gone mental again? This wasn't god damned confession time now was it? Only, her heart didn't seemed to be listening to the logic of her mind as it took the wheel and directed the vessel.
“but... I'm telling your right now.. you call me a cow again? I'mma going to hand you your ass, love you or not.”
Ok, that was a bit better at least. She didn't sound quiet like such a love struck idiot.
Then, launching herself at him, Jessie wrapped her legs around his waste and kissed him with all the passion in her soul. Never one to do things half ass, the huntress tugged his head back with fingers in his hair before nipping at his neck and grinning evilly as she heard him groan.
“Have I told you lately how much it turns me on when you get all alpha male on me?? God, its so damned hot I think I might just spontaneously com bust....Do you think we are wacked cause we seem to like to fight for the good makeup sex??”
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Post by jericho on Mar 4, 2011 22:54:11 GMT -5
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And while Jessie’s face seemed to freeze in shock, Jericho proceeded to bite back the urge to hide behind her car. What the hell was he doing, saying these things? So yeah, they were definitely true, but…fuck, who knew how she was going to react! From the way she was running from him and their current ‘situation,’ and the fact that she refused to have an actual conversation with him without turning things into a sarcasm-fest or a round of make up sex…he was afraid of how she’d take his words. His breath was still sawing in and out of his chest, as he attempted to get control of his emotions again.
He wouldn’t back down, he decided a second later. He wouldn’t say that quip that was burning the tip of his tongue, or take a step away, as his knees were trembling to do. He was going to stand by what he said; he was going to fight. Because whether or not Jessie felt the same way- and he knew she did- he was going to fight.
It was in his blood; what DeVoux’s did. Fight until the last man and never surrender. Like hell, some brunette firebrand was going to make him forget the family creed. Whether she liked it or not, accepted it or not, she was his.
His wife, his other frikken half, as cliché as it might sound. She was going to accept that fact, or dammit, he was going to throw her over his shoulder and—
Now it was Jericho’s turn to blink, as she responded completely opposite what he was expecting.
Slowly, a smile unfurled onto the Hunter’s lips and widened until the boy she’d knew all those years ago seemed to shine through. When she launched herself at him, he caught her easily and held her close. Tilting his head, he looked up at her with pride, love and laughter in his eyes, and cupped her butt with one hand in a very manly show of possession.
”So, ‘cow’ is out of the vocabulary. I can deal with that,” He drawled with mock laziness. Before she’d even mentioned their ‘make up sex’ tendencies, he was walking toward her car, still supporting her where she clung to his middle. ”For the record, make up sex is never insane. And this…this isn’t make up sex, Mrs. DeVoux. This is making love.”
And, in the backseat of her car, he proceeded to educate her on the difference. Afterwards, when the bar outside was closing down, drunks were waddling ignorantly passed the fogged up windows of the Charger, Jericho just held her close and thanked God for not-so-evil demons playing cupid. He couldn’t feel his feet, he was sure that his eyes would be permanently crossed and the back seat belt was digging into a very unhappy place…but God, he’d never been happier.
Craning his neck, he looked down at his wife, a mixture of satisfaction and playfulness in his face.
”If you run away from me again,” He said to her, voice soft. ”I’m gonna have to drag you to your car and do this to you again. We clear?”
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Post by Jessica Coulter on Mar 11, 2011 13:54:08 GMT -5
OK, so maybe there was something be said for this whole love connection thing. Jess wasn't much up on the whole heart to heart touchy feeling stuff but the sex sure was terrific. She was honest enough to admit that it was the best she'd ever had and she knew it had to do with the fact that this man did things to her that no other ever would.
So hours later when she came down from the love induced high she was experiencing, she didn't immediately try to kick him out of the car and head for the hills. Instead of freaking out and pulling one of her fast exits, she found herself simply lifting her head from her lovers chest and gazing down at him with a sleepy grin on her face.
"Dude.. it that is suppose to be a threat?? Its a piss ass one. In fact.. that might actually make me wanna do it just to see if you'll actually follow through.. this wasn't exactly punishment, you know!"
Then, plopping her chin on his bare chest she stared at him for a long moment with a sappy ass expression before growing serious.
"You know.. this doesn't mean that we are getting His and Hers towels just yet right?? Cause as much as I love you.. this whole thing still scares the crap outta me and I'm not really ready to be a home body. I wasn't exactly raised to be a housewife and all I know is hunting and fighting.... Not sure I can change all that much..... "
Raising her hand, she pushed back a lock of hair that tumbled around them and bit her bottom lip.
"Can you handle that? I mean... I"m not exactly the stuff every guy wants to be saddled with and I'm never going to be easy.... "
tagged;; Jericho wordcount;; no Idea outfit;; black leather pants, a red corset and boots. Hair pulled up in a messy ponytail notes;; Loves my boo credit;; GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 lyrics in text are from lady gaga! |
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