Opposites Attract (The Losers/Jake Jensen fanfictoin)

Chapter Seven

That night, I lay on my side in bed where I was staying. I couldn't sleep. I had a lot on my mind. The mission, what could go wrong, worst case and best case scenarios for everything. After a while, I gave up on sleep and just stared at the wall opposite to me.

The room was too silent. There was no noise what so ever. It kind of creeped me out. I decided that there was one person I should go see that just might get my mind off of everything.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pulled on my sneaker flats. I opened the door, a slight breeze meeting me and I stepped outside and closed the door, quietly. I made my way to his room, making sure to stay quiet and not wake anyone else up.

I came up to his door and knocked, softly.

"What?" came Jensen's voice, clearing pissed off. "It's like 12 in the morning! Doesn't anyone sleep?"

"It's me," I said.

There was a brief silence. I heard the door click as Jensen turned the knob and open the door. He was there in only his boxers. His hair was a bit matted, probably from sleeping. He looked down at me in surprise.

"Jo?" he questioned. "What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep," I said. "Is it okay if I come in?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure."

Jensen stepped to the side and gestured for me to come in. I entered his room and he closed the door behind me. His room was much like mine, dark and silent. The only exception was that Jensen had the lamp next to his bed on, which gave the room a little source of light.

"Nice outfit."

I looked down. I was wearing boy shorts and a shirt that was a few sizes too big. I smirked at Jensen and sat down on his bed.

"Thank you. Yours isn't too bad either."

Jensen looked down and smirked back at me.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

"It's not too bad."

Jensen chuckled and sat down next to me on the bed.

"So, why me?" he asked. "I mean, you could've gone to any of the other guys and you decide to come see me, the guy you say, 'Annoys the living shit out of you'."

"You may annoy me, but that doesn't mean I don't like you," I replied. "And to answer your question, I thought that, with what's going on tomorrow, you might be awake, too. I mean, that's why I was awake."

"Tomorrow? Why were you awake because of tomorrow?"

I laid back on the bed. Jensen lied next to me on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. I ran my fingers through my hair before placing my hands behind my head.

"It's not just tomorrow. It's this whole mission in general. I'm just a bit nervous about the outcomes. This Max dude is supposedly dangerous. If something goes wrong, who knows what'll happen. You guys are like my family and I can't lose you guys," I explained. "And how do we know this Aisha chick isn't lying to us for a second time?"

"We don't," Jensen said. "But we're already committed. And for this mission and all, we've got it all planned out. No need to worry. No one's gonna get hurt."

"Really?" I asked, turning just my head to look at Jensen. "Do you have tomorrow planned out?"

"Some what."

"Enough that you're sure you're gonna get out of there alive?"

Jensen looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. "Jo, why are you so concerned about me dying or not? I'm sure the other Losers wouldn't mind if I got hurt."

"Are you kidding? The Losers aren't shit without you. And like I said, I don't want to lose you. You mean a lot to me."

"I mean a lot to you?"

I looked up into Jensen's blue eyes and I couldn't help myself. I pushed myself up and put my lips on him. My force was so hard, I knocked Jensen onto his back, bringing me down to lie on top of him. I moved my legs so that I was straddling Jensen's hips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep him close. His hands were planted on my hips as our lips moved in unison. Jensen broke away for a moment to groan as I moved my hips over crotch.

His hands traveled under my shirt and up to my breasts. I moaned at his touch and ran my fingers over his abs.

In one swift movement, Jensen pulled my shirt over my head and threw it onto the floor. He moved so that I was lying underneath him and he began kissing me again. His lips went from mine down to my jawline, then to my neck and stopped at my breasts.

"Are we doing this?" he asked. "Cause I can stop now."

"Jensen, you've already got me all hot and bothered. You should finish the job," I said, breathless. He smiled and me and continued on.

He buried his head between my breasts, holding himself up with one arm while the other trailed down to my boy shorts. In one swift movement, he managed to pull them down along with my panties, leaving me completely naked.

"Why am I naked when you still have your boxers on?" I asked, seductively. Jensen looked up at me and smiled.

He sat up and pulled off his boxers, leaving him in all his naked glory. And when I say "glory" I mean it. He has a lot to be proud of, if you know what I'm saying.

Jensen leaned down to kiss me again. There was no place I'd rather be right now than right here. This was something I've dreamt about since I first met Jensen, even though I didn't like to
admit it.

"I'm guessing you've had sex before," Jensen said, breaking our kiss to regain his breath.

"Only once," I replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah! You?"

"I've had sex a few times."

"Oh," I said. "Well that's a bit surprising."

Jensen chuckled and kissed me again. I felt a sudden pain as he entered me. My hands flew to his back.

One hand clutched his hair, the other grabbed at his back. Jensen's pace was slow at first, getting me used to it. I tangled my fingers in his messy hair as Jensen gripped the headboard. Jensen buried his head in the crook of my neck and I suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation in my lower stomach. My grip tightened on Jensen's hair as I hit my high and I called out his name. Jensen wasn't too far behind, grunting and moaning into my neck as he rode out his climax.

Once he finished and had regained his breath, Jensen rolled onto the bed next to me and I rolled to cuddle into him. Neither one of us spoke at first. What were we supposed to say? We had just had sex. After years of working together, years of hot and cold and repressed feelings, we finally had sex. All the tension was gone. At least, I hoped so.

Finally, Jensen spoke, "Wow."

We both started laughing. Nope, no tension.

I curled into Jensen's chest, my eyes getting heavy. I let Jensen's steady breathing and the beating of his heart lull me to sleep.