Is that all this is? WIP

Genesis (Alternate Perspective)

Standing frozen by the door I did nothing, too scared to take my jacket off and too afraid of this all being a dream to move I let my muscles go completely still. Jack had casually just launched his coat across the room onto a nearby chair and was standing silently by the counter. My mind had gone blank, words eluded me. Jack had to make the first move, last nights burst of confidence had left me in my sleep.

"You can go sit down" I heard Jack's soothing voice melt the cold atmosphere "I'll get us some drinks and you go put in a DVD or something." Not trusting my voice to betray my stress I made a quiet squeak of approval and moved sluggishly towards the other room. Placing my hand on the door handle I turned around to see the staircase behind me and instantly made up my mind to see his room. I suppose it's natural for us to have steered clear of our bedrooms until now.

Stealthily I climbed the stairs and after making it to his door without so much as a sound I pressed gently down on the door handle, cracking the door as little as possible I slipped through the gap and pressed the door shut behind me.

Staring in awe around the room I saw a few games, DVD's and magazine's strewn across the carpet. Other than his entertainment his room was spotless, his bed neat and tidy, all his clothes folded in neat piles and his bedside table was neatly assorted. Moving to his collection of aftershaves and deodorants I noticed the caps missing off of an expensive looking bottle of Boss aftershave next to it a bottle of Lynx Africa. Unzipping my coat I slid it off my outfit, the clothes I chose exposed me to the air a little to much and I was glad I decided to bring my coat. Carefully folding it I placed it out of the way in the corner of the room.

Last night I'd convinced myself that getting Jack to take care of me, take care of me intimately, would help me get over my feelings for him. I'd lied to myself. I'd done this to indulge in my fantasies but, as I'd realised later that night, this had made me want him even more.

Letting my eyes glance around once again I noticed his wardrobe and pulled open the door quietly, expecting to hear him coming up the stairs any second, and noticed how evident it was that someone had been searching for something recently. Ignorantly not realising he'd been just as anxious about his appearance, and this meeting in general, I went to look for something else as I heard the door open behind me.

If I looked behind me I didn't really know what to say so I just continued looking around the room until I heard two glasses be placed gently on the table next to me. Turning around I saw Jack lie back on his bed and pat next to him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Compromising I sat with my back to him on the edge of the bed, my swirling emotions influencing every action from last night to where I was right now... on Jack's bed. Before I could glow a bright red Jack began to speak and I decided that acting awkward wasn't what I would have in a normal relationship so I wouldn't have it in this one. "We can go back to..."

Dropping onto my back I rolled onto my right so my face was as close as I could get to his, my left hand slipped into his right and I told him exactly what I wanted. "Hold me, I'll stop being so awkward, I promise." A tinge of redness lighting up his cheeks as my breath brushed against his nose.

Almost as soon as the flush hit his face he rolled onto his back, his toned arms pulling me into the crook of his neck. Fighting the urge to squeal I tilted my head up to stare at him, his smooth face gave him a youthful look but the built body I was resting against proved otherwise.
Jack had me.
Jack had me on his bed.
Jack had me on his bed with his arm wrapped around me.

Every relationship I'd ever had was always carefree and never serious. I'd bounce around, I'd act mad and I'd have a laugh. This was the same in every relationship ranging from romantic ones to family and friends. Jack was different. With Jack I could bounce around, act mad and have a laugh but when I needed it he'd take care of me as if I was never like that. As if I was always shy and needed to be taken care of. As if I was the damsel in distress. As if I was all that mattered. That's why I had fallen for him, his ability to switch from serious and caring to fun in a moment, whenever I needed it.