Our Scars

Wild Love

19

Wild Love (Title by James Bay)

Rianne had excused herself to go to the bathroom.

When she returned Jay had not moved from the couch, but was going through his phone.

'Try to concentrate now, Halstead...' she thought and pulled her dress over her head, when she noticed him watching her walk back into the room, and threw it to the ground.

She was satisfied with herself that she'd made an effort to wear a matching set of dark green lace panties and see-through bra. Jay's jaw dropped a few inches she registered in her peripheral vision as she was not looking at him directly on purpose.

As if she was still fully dressed she slumped down on the other corner of the couch, pretending to be watching the show again.

"Ehh... what do you think you're doing?"

"I don't know what you mean, I'm just watching the show..." she bit her lip to keep herself from smiling too widely and kept her eyes to the screen.

Within two seconds Jay had turned the screen off and taken her feet, pulling her over to his side of the sofa, pinning her under him with his body and kissed her passionately. Pressing his lower body into hers she felt what she'd been longing to feel more of since Thursday. Her mouth escaped a relieved groan. Pulling himself up and taking her with him, Rianne was soon straddling Jay like in the car, with less obstacles between them, more room and privacy, less clothing, nicer atmosphere.

When she tried to take off his shirt though it was like she had hit a wall. Jay caught her hands in his, continued kissing her, but she noticed he wasn't in it like before, although some parts of him still were obviously enormously attracted to her. She immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at him wide-eyed:

***

"Are you going soft on me?" Sensing his inner restraint and hesitation she slapped his chest hard, offended by his sudden lack of passion.

Jay sighed, frustrated with himself, but nevertheless tired of hiding the truth from her and slapping the brakes on.

"It's just... you drive me so fucking crazy that I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back."

"But you don't have to hold back with me, not ever! Why would you wanna hold back?" Rianne looked at him as if she couldn't believe he was even trying to.

"I feel like I totally blew it last time, so..."

She didn't let him finish, putting her hand over his mouth: "D'you trust me?"

Taking her hand out of the way Jay kissed her collarbone apologetically:

"I think I am beginning to. I only trust myself less right now."

To feel her soft skin under his lips was everything he'd wished for in the last two weeks. He wanted to tear the rest of her clothes off and take her right here on this couch, but somehow he froze. Rianne placed her small strong hands on his shoulders and squeezed them tight:

"Do I really look like that fragile woman, who is afraid of that or doesn't want you touching her ever again?"

"No, you certainly don't!"

"Okay, then, glad we established that! Jay, you don't have to hide from me! We can do it any way you want or how I want it! Standing up, sitting down, laying on the ground, everywhere we like, rough and soft, quick or slow: As long as you're in it with me and not some place else in your thick head!" She pulled at the hair at the back of his neck, making him look up into her fiery eyes, giving her words so much more meaning.