Silver Buttons

Back Again

Jessi posted on her social media that her shop would be closed for the remainder of the week as well as the following week due to being attacked. Sparing no detail that Daniel LaRusso came into her store, unprovoked and attacked her, she was angry and wanted Daniel to pay for what he did. Jessi wore sweatpants and a sweater the rest of that week, Terry took notice that she had begun to be bashful around him. It pained him to see her cover herself, especially when he had become accustomed to seeing her dressed in the elaborate and beautiful dresses she handmade as well as the dresses he had recently purchased for her.

They sat on the third floor balcony, Jessi wrapped around Terry as usual, gripping the fabric of his shirt firmly in her small hand.

"Jess... Are you alright, sweetheart?" Terry asked quietly.

He felt her eyes peer up at him, "Yeah? Why do you ask?"

Terry sighed heavily, shifting so he could cup her face in his hand, "My love, you're not ok. I know what happened was upsetting, you've been distant. Talk to me. Let me help you through this, if I learned anything in therapy it's that it is better to talk things through."

Jessi's doe-like eyes pierced him, "I-I... I just don't want to think about it, let alone talk about it."

Terry's heart was wrenching, he knew she was hurting inside. He pulled her onto his lap, she didn't waste the time wrapping her arms around his neck just as he pulled her close, his large hands wandering underneath her sweater, clamping onto her dainty waist.

"I know what happened has changed you, sweetheart. I just don't want you to hide from me. I miss seeing you wearing those beautiful dresses, I miss seeing you at your easel painting away, I miss my sparring partner," Terry chuckled lightly, Jessi's fingers played with his loose curls.

"I guess I have been hiding. You're the last person I should hide from... I just feel, I don't know, ashamed? Embarrassed is a good word but I'm ashamed that I let it all happen."

Terry's hands wandered against her warm skin, "It isn't your fault, baby. LaRusso went off the deep end. I don't want to see you hide like I was hiding before John found me, I know you miss painting and sewing. I love having you here, believe me, seeing you fills my heart, but you don't need to hide anymore. Continue with staying here from work next week, I look forward to it, I really do, I want to see you in that beautiful red dress I got for you. Why don't we go inside, and you model it for me?"

Jessi grinned shyly, "Ok," her face was flush, relishing in the warmth of his hands, she had kept herself a lot more covered as of late, feeling his hands against her felt euphoric. She kissed him deeply, curling her fingers in his hair, tasting him to his very depths, sinking her tongue within his mouth. He moaned into her, parting their lips, "Maybe you can try the dress on later," he growled.

Before she could even react, Terry scooped her up and marched into the house with Jessi wrapped around him. Terry smiled when she clung to him, nuzzling her face in his neck, he missed her; though she was with him in his home, he missed the part of Jessi that was loving and clingy. He saw red when he noticed that LaRusso broke his girl.

Stalking into their bedroom, Terry shut the door behind them with his foot, sliding a hand up to the nape of her neck and grabbing a healthy handful of her hair he kissed her with a passion that would ignite them both, setting the house ablaze if given the chance. Jessi squeaked out a moan into his mouth, how delicious she tasted to him.

Terry pinned her against a wall, causing her to gasp, she smiled at him, his fingers trailed underneath her sweater, no bra? Perfect. Pinning her to the wall with his hips, his hands and fingers explored her curves, taking in handfuls of her breasts, fondling her, pinching and lightly pulling at her hardened nipples, watching her head tilt back and yet another mouthwatering moan escape her lips. Lord, she is a captivating sight.