A Secret Of The Name

Chapter 6

AN: It was my birthday yesterday so I have an extra long chapter for you guys as a bit of a gift ;) :*

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I feel a soft touch at the back of my head stroking my hair. The urge to close my eyes and melt into the touch is making my need to get up even greater. I don't know why I don't pay attention to the contact but the fuzzy feeling of excitement and desire makes me want to dance. I stopped paying attention to the movie anyway. I would offer to get people drinks but seems like even Derek dosed off on my lap. I move my hands under his head and gently pull my legs from under him.

I get up to the seat of the couch and rest his head on the pillows I was lying on. I do a little roll backwards and go over the top of the couch giggling silently, skipping to the kitchen.

I skid on the polished floorboards and put my hands on the ground with my ass still in the air to steady myself. That may not be the most efficient way to prevent a fall, but I give myself a tap on the head and jog to my destination. It is a tap on the head, right?

I get through the arch in the wall tanking whoever designed this house for the lack of doors as I'm not sure how to deal with those at the moment. I stalk in aiming for the fridge where we put the left over alcohol but then realise there is no way I can blast music and dance as that would wake everyone up. I heave out a sigh and open the fridge getting a random bottle I remember to have enjoyed and jump on the island shutting the fridge with my foot.

I take a large swig and enjoy the burning sensation down my throat. Ah, I recognise it's something Derek mixed up for us.

I place the bottle I'm holding against my leg and lay back on the counter closing my eyes enjoying the coldness of the counter on the back of my back.

I feel a hand on mine and I snap into a sitting position making my head spin, leaning on my hand that is propping me up, my head on my right shoulder to remind myself I can't actually feel the earth spinning.

I remember the hand on mine and see Jackson standing in front of me easing the drink out of my hand, taking a swig and placing it back in the fridge. I don't know why I let him take it away, but I'm intrigued. I honestly thought he fell asleep with the others. As he bends to put it in the small fridge, which they have just for chilling alcohol, I have to look up to spare myself the trauma of looking at a guy's behind. I don't know why I feel like this, but guy's butts seem odd to me. I feel weird whenever I see one. I don't get the girls that openly look at admire that sort of sight.

I look to Jackson and think about how long his name is. I really want to give him a short nickname, but I don't want it to be a simple Jack. I realise I am staring at his face and that he is raising a questioning eyebrow through the darkness we both got used to. I keep looking and trying to think of something.

Washboard abs. Les you have got to touch them! I want to feel them.

When did I let my perv side choose nicknames?

I know you want to.

That made me internally curse my primitive needs and add finding a nickname to my metal to-do list.

I finally realise I had my eyes closed and that Jacky was standing in front of me so I peel my sight balls open to see him standing between my legs with his hands rested either side of me on the counter. I look into his eyes and watch his meet mine. I see one of his hands reaching up brushing my hair from my shoulder which is slightly ticklish to me. I keep looking into his entrancing orbs and see them coming closer, our quiet breaths starting to mix.

"You have beautiful eyes," I whisper tilting my head, not really sure if I am thinking of anything in particular. I see a hint of playfulness in his eyes and he drops his gaze and chuckles.