Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

A hint of color rose in Jais cheeks at his unsubtle reference about showering together, not only because hed been so bold as to actually say it aloud, but because she found herself idly looking forward to what a shower together would entail. Shed never before in her entire life fantasized or even idly pondered about sex or anything of the like, and now, not only had she actually done it, but she was finding herself thinking about it, fantasizing about it, looking forward to it. And the more she thought about just thinking about it, the more color rose in her cheeks, until, at last, he suddenly did something that drew her from her pervasive thoughts. With a lifted brow and a puzzled expression, Jai stared at him as he started so heartily laughing, for a fleeting moment she wondered if hed suddenly picked up the ability to read her mind or something. What came out of his mouth for explanation was at first a bit surprising, perhaps even appalling to some degree, to some at least, but she was able to see the humor in it above all else, and even she started to laugh softly once shed finished chewing the bite of cereal shed just taken. Hed left it open for her to offer up a response, to agree or disagree of whether or not he looked the same, but she couldnt bring herself to actually answer, she was still reveling in the fact that she had actually gone past all inhibition and partaken in things shed never imagined. She didnt regret, not in the slightest, but it was still a wonder to her. Before long, she finished her cereal off, carefully drinking the last of the milk as she looked over at him. Full yet? She asked quietly. Definitely. He threw the blankets aside, taking her bowl, giving her a kiss, and then disappearing from the room, al in such a way that she couldnt help but stare after him for a long moment, idly taking in the view of his bare skin and toned muscle. It was only for a few minutes, and then she finally pulled herself together and got to her feet, silently padding from the bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom. Turning the shower on a lukewarm temperature, she turned to face herself in the mirror, idly tracing the tips of her fingers over the skin of her cheek and exposed shoulder, reflecting on the previous evening, dim memories coming back. A soft smile slid across her lips then, and she shrugged out of his borrowed t-shirt, turning her back and stepping under the water with a heavy sigh of comfort. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head under the rushing water, feeling it beat and massage against her scalp, her arms lifting so that she could rifle her fingers through it, making sure that every inch was thoroughly wetted. A gasp of shock left her throat then, when she felt warm, strong arms slide around her waist, and a chest press softly against her back, feeling a hard heat pressing softly between her legs, and she squinted her eyes open to look up over her shoulder, seeing his smiling face. She returned the smile back in kind, searching his eyes as best she could as she felt his hands move over her body, sliding smoothly and easily with the water, and it elicited a shiver from her, causing her eyes to flutter. His one hand was moving up over her stomach and chest, along her breasts delicately and finally to her neck, curling loosely around her throat, his thumb and forefinger pressing against the backs of her jaw, tilting her head back a little more and encouraging her closer as he leaned down and sealed his mouth over hers. His other hand, in the meantime, was tracing tantalizing patterns along her abdomen, tracing scars, seducing her clearly sensitive skin, and with each trail of a finger, she shivered, until, at last, his hand slid down over the top of her thigh, and then torturously slowly back up along the inside, and then the touch stopped, though she could feel his hand hovering there between her legs, and it was nearly agonizing. A soft whimper of a moan finally left her lips, flooding his mouth, when at last his hand moved in, and she could feel his touch on her sex. -- Being informed that the business Chavez was there to discuss also involved Mel was enough to cause the smile on her face to falter, and Mel nodded slowly as she watched her friend. Her lips curved back upwards when the woman agreed to stick around, and even offered to visit later in the evening with the faintest of grins, and Mel relaxed. Good, she responded back briefly, quietly, only having enough time to get that one word out before Chavez started speaking again, and Mels expression quickly sobered and sank, she nodding just slightly as she shifted in her seat. When shed finished her piece, Mel drew in a slow, deep breath through parted lips, heaving it back as a quiet sigh. Youre right, she said quietly, slowly. I do know all too well what happened, and I tell you, I may as well have been there myself from the way I found her. There is nothing, nothing like stepping out your front door at six in the morning, backpack slung over one shoulder, all dressed and prettied up for school, excited to walk to school and hunt down your best friend- who you were raised alongside since diapers, and who your family took in after her dad was killed, scold her for being out so late the night before and not waking you up when she got home, for leaving for school without waiting for you, to talk about the dreams from last night, chat about how crazy dinner was, about the latest episode of our favorite show that she missed while studying... But instead She paused, her voice faltering for a moment. Instead you open the front door, your back turned while you tell your parents youre heading out, and nearly fall flat on your face because your foot slips in a pool of blood on the porch, and you immediately turn your head around to figure out what just happened because its spring, its warm enough that theres no snow and no ice and it hasnt rained, and you look down and you see blood, so much blood and your eyes follow the trail and all you see is this body lying there on the porch floor, slumped over, face down, curled up. You can tell right off the bat that theyve been through hell, not only by the obvious but you can see all the wounds on them, all the blood in their clothes, the mud caked in their hair and on their feet and you scream for your dad, but you cant see this persons face you dont know yet not until you nervously edge closer and reach down to try and put your fingers on their throat to see if they really are as dead as they look, and when you brush their hair out of the way you notice the earring in their ear and you recognize it. She paused, taking a deep, quiet breath, shifting in her seat. You recognize it because its the same exact earring that you bought your best friend just two weeks ago for her birthday, and feel everything inside of you just stop, and you collapse to your knees and you push the body to turn it over, and at first you cant even recognize the face its so beaten, but after a second you get your bearings and you really look and sure enough it is. Its Jaime, and Im just sitting there in too much shock and horror to even remember how to breathe, and then my dad comes running out the door and my mom comes behind him with the phone in her hand and everything just, becomes a blur With a thick swallow, Mel found herself nodding as she met Chavezs eyes, twinkling, tear-filled baby hues searching her reaction an expression. Yes, youre right. I do know Jai best of anyone, and I know what happened better than anyone, and especially I know how long and hard and torturous healing was. She was only in the hospital for a few months of recovery, but it took years, years for her to finally feel okay enough to stand on her own two feet again, to get a decent nights sleep without me having to hold her or waking up screaming every hour. I stood by her side for everything, and I still do, and you can believe me when I say that Jai would not be living in that apartment by herself if I didnt think she was ready to. Again, Mel paused, this time shaking her head a little bit as she pushed herself to stand and pace back and forth. God, she hadnt talked about this stuff in a long time, a long, long time, and it never got any easier, never got any better, and it never made an ounce more of sense. But youre right, shes vulnerable, and always has been, and given the time of year that it is, shes especially jumpy. But last night Look I know how this is going to sound but I need you to bear with me alright? She paused for response, and then continued. Jai gets these periods of paranoia like women get periods they come and they go, and she needs to learn how to deal with them, how to be strong, be able to know that what happened was in the past and no one could possibly get through all of us to her without being stopped first. Its not like she doesnt want to work she does, and if she didnt want to work she would be here working. But a little time to herself is something she needs, and something she can benefit from. Now Im not saying that I dont believe her, its just Theres no hard proof. Theres nothing on the security cameras and when I talked to the bouncers and security they all said that there was nothing out of the ordinary, and theres no way that Bloody Tony could have gotten in here without being recognized by someone, someone other than Jai. Even Pratt didnt see anyone on his way out last night. So Finally, Mel stopped pacing, her arms falling to rest against her sides as she looked back at Chavez, sighing softly, and then moving to take up the seat on the couch next to her. Now that thats out of the way, she muttered quietly, taking a breath to loosen up her shoulders. I open a nightclub with a basement MMA cage, while managing to keep it entirely legal, get Jai to run the bar, and only see you once in a blue moon! Whats up with that chickee? What, am I not good enough for you? She was smiling now, clearly teasing, and the slightly deviant glint in her eyes was reflective of that, especially when she prodded the sergeants arm gently. Or have you just gotten too old to have a little careless fun?