Rochelle's POV
After sitting on his lap on the swing in the park and kissing him for a couple of hours I felt stiff, even if inside I felt amazing. I stood up and stretched, Jenson watched approvingly. I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned at me sheepishly.
"So what are we doing for tea?" he asked, quietly, grabbing my waist and pulled me back into his arms.
"We?" I asked, smiling.
"We" he said, sounding very sure of his words.
"Well, my Dad's abroad at the moment, I could cook" I said, looking at the grass, hoping it didn't sound like a stupid suggestion. I mean, I seriously can cook. He put his hand on my chin and pulled my head round so that I was looking at him.
"That sounds fantastic" he whispered, and kissed me lightly before standing up. I grinned at him and began to walk towards the alley. He walked along side me and soon his hand found mine, and our fingers intertwined. He gave my hand a little squeeze which I quickly returned.
It seemed odd that I should be so comfortable, so at home with someone I have known for only 2 weeks but it felt like I'd known him a lifetime. He was my little bubble of serenity and perfectness. When I was with him I was exceptionally happy, and always felt safe.
I felt him move closer so that our arms were now brushing slightly as we walked through the alley. We were almost at the end when some other people walked into it, blocking the light from the exit. I felt my heartbeat rise. It was normally safe down here but I could here there drunken shouts.
I felt Jenson give my hand a big squeeze before letting it go. I know why he had to let it go, but my had felt cold and alone with out his. The drunks came closer and I noticed just how big they were. I tried to stay close to the wall but they spread out and stopped walking so that we couldn't go anywhere.
"Wow, she's fucking hot" said one of the ones at the back. I growled at him instictevely, but then I felt a sharp pain across my cheek; someone had slapped me.
"Don't you fucking touch her" yelled Jenson, turning to see if he was okay.
"What have you got stuck up your asshole?" said one, slurring his words.
"Yeah, we only wanted to borrow her for a fuck" said another. I felt the sting of their words but I knew better to react this time. My cheek was still throbbing, Jenson had seemed to have calmed down now.
"Let us past, she's only 15" he said, calmly. They chuckled.
"You can't keep a tight pussy like that all to yourself" one said, and I saw a fist come through the air. I hadn't really realised what had happened until I saw Jenson stagger back, holding his temple. They were all moving towards him now and I knew what was going to happen.
"No" I screamed "Please, not him" but they wouldn't listen. One knocked me aside so that I fell into the brick wall, banging my head, which made what I saw after that a little fuzzy. There wasn't much to see anyway, just a huddle of big men. But I knew who was in the middle of the huddle of men, Jenson, and I knew he was hurting.
"If you fucking kill him, you're all going down" I screamed as loud as I could. One seemed to realise what I meant and pulled back.
"Shit, lads, run" he said, as he pelted down the alley. The others soon followed leaving Jenson squirming in pain on the floor.
"Shit" I whispered as I hurried towards him. He was bloody, and dirty. His shoulder looked in an odd position.
"What can I do?" I whispered, urgently. He sighed, and grimaced.
"Help me up" he said in a choked voice. I pulled him up with my arm. He grimaced at the pain but his legs held him up fine. He was shaking violently.
"We need to get you to my place" I said, pulling his un-odd-looking shoulder over my shoulder, letting him put some of his weight on me.
"No" he croaked.
"Why?" I asked, already half pulling him down the alley.
"I'll get the place dirty" he said, through sharp breaths. I couldn't help letting out a little giggle at what he said.
"That is the last of my worries" I said, smiling up at him. He smiled slightly back, and then his face set itself into a look of determination. We hobbled the 5 minute walk to my house, where he finally collapsed onto the sofa. I ran upstairs and opened the airing cupboard. I pulled out a green fluffy towel and then ran into my Dad's room and grabbed some boxers and a shirt for him to wear. I also grabbed some thick socks. I ran back down stairs and dumped the stuff on the sofa next to me. I then ran into the kitchen. I wet a clean cloth with cool water and walked back into the living room. Jenson was panting slightly and his head was back, and his eyes closed.
"Hey" I whispered. He grunted in response. I gently began to dab at the gash in his cheek, and to clean most of the blood off of his face. It didn't take long and soon he looked better. He lifted his head and looked at me. I smiled down at him.
"You doing okay?" I asked, gently putting my hand over his. He grimaced.
"My shoulder" he said, painfully. Ah, I'd forgotten about that.
"Do you trust me?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes. He looked at me for what felt like a millisecond before he replied.
"Yes" he said, his voice strong for the first time.
"Good, take a deep breath and close your eyes" I said. He did as he was told and I turned my attention to the shoulder. It was dislocated, I could see that. I was going to have to put it back into place. I know most people would go to the hospital but it would probably take hours for him to be treated, and I had an Aunt who was in medicine and she taught me everything about wounds and bones, so I knew exactly what I was doing.
"On the count of three, I'm going to push your shoulder back into place" I said calmly. He nodded but I could see him panicking.
I positioned myself correctly around the arm.
"Right... 1....2..." and then I jolted it upwards hard. Jenson screamed under me, but I could feel that it was back in place. He breathed deeply for a while before opening his eyes.
"Thankyou" he whispered, grinning. I waggled my eyebrows at him.
"Now go have a shower, and then I'll bandage the shoulder for you, and patch you up" I said, smiling, feeling like we'd been together years, not days. He smiled at me. He stood up, kissing me gently.
"Yes, ma'am" he said, grinning, grabbing the towel and clothes and made his way upstairs. I grinned and sat down on the sofa, not believing my luck. Sure, we'd just been attacked but I had the sexiest man alive, naked in my shower. It just seemed so surreal. I heard the sounds of running water and walked into the kitchen and began to cook. Who knew what was going to happen tonight.
Jenson Roger's POV
I stood letting the water wash over me. Almost every inch of my body ached but I couldn't have felt better. I had stood up for Rochelle, which made me proud of myself. And as a bonus, she was downstairs, probably cooking something delicious and then we could do whatever we want tonight. Anything could happen. I felt my body tingle at the thought. God, I loved this girl.
