Wasn't going to continue but I guess I have to much free time
Hope you guys enjoy, because I think this is where the fun really starts ... as always, comments and votes are all appreciated.
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Jill stirred next to Rory, effectively waking up some parts of him before his brain followed. He held his breath as she exhaled a soft sigh and fluttered her eyelashes. Jill rocked her body slightly until she was snuggled even further into his arms, then stilled as her breathing slowed and grew deeper.
Rory let go of the breath that he had been holding and glanced over at the clock. Three a.m. Any other night, any other woman, he would have groped her and rubbed against her ass until she woke and they went for round two. But he just couldn't bring himself to disturb her sleep, despite how insistent his erection was. Something about Jill stopped him; but he couldn't quite put his finger on what.
She was an angel. What in the world had he done to deserve this goddess?
He was certainly no angel. His friends regularly called him a womanizing asshole, and he acknowledged they were usually right. He was rather notorious for his treatment of the fairer sex.
Rory had already been contemplating how best to seduce her in the bar when she had turned the tables and propositioned him first. Even in old man pajamas and -- he snorted silently at the memory -- bunny slippers, she had been so beautiful, somehow innocent and sexy all at once.
And so shy. It seemed that at every turn she had blushed or covered her face, until the very end. And what the fuck had that been all about? Staring at each other the way they had, neither able to break eye contact, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.
In that moment, it hadn't felt like casual sex at all. Instead it was almost as if they were making love.
But that was impossible; they barely knew each other. Hell, he didn't even know her last name, or where she was from. Only that she was gorgeous and in some branch of the military. And that she was very fond of calling upon the Lord as she careened into orgasm.
Rory chuckled silently, then stilled as Jill shifted again in her sleep. There was something about this girl, he decided. And he knew then that he had to see her again. Reassured by that decision, he closed his eyes and moments later joined Jill in her slumber.
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Jill woke up naked, cold, and disoriented. A quick glance around reminded her that she was in a hotel in downtown Denver, where she had spent the night.
And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. It was where she had spent the night with Rory.
She bolted upright, clinging the sheet to her naked torso. He was gone. Jill collapsed back down on the bed, not even trying to hide her disappointment. There was no one to hide it from.
Jill choked back sudden tears. You knew what you were getting into, the voice in her head reasoned. This is how one-night stands work.
But last night, the other half of her brain reasoned. It was too special to be a one-night stand.
Maybe for you, but it wasn't for him. Or he would still be here.
Jill let herself cry for a few minutes, feeling used and hurt, and stupid for initiating the whole thing. If this is how one-night stands went, then it would be the first and last one she ever had.
Her tears dried eventually. Jill risked rolling over to look at the clock. Ten thirty. Oh God, she had to meet Casey downstairs in half an hour. She jumped out of bed to grab some clothes for a quick shower, grateful for the distraction from her thoughts. It was just as the sheet fell away that the breakfast tray on the table by the window caught her eye.
