| Chapter Seventeen |
| "No, I hate this movie." She was about to be forced to watch Friday the Thirteenth, the scariest movie in the world as far as she was concerned. "But I like it." Justin whined from the couch, knowing with him and JC against her she'd eventually give in. "Fine, you watch it, I am going to find something else to do." She tried to stand, but JC chose to use physical force, lifting her body as if it was no big deal, then settling into a chair with her in his lap. "You're watching it." He informed, his arms holding her where she was. "Fine, but when I have nightmares, you can stay up with me all night." She couldn't resist being in his arms, she wasn't sure she would ever be able to. "I'll stay up with you all night anytime." His sexy tone made her blush and she burried her head into his neck before Justin noticed. "Ok, I'm starting the movie now, shut your mouths." Justin hit a button on the remote control and the movie started. All through the movie Brianne's head was burried in JC's chest while she tried desperately to block the screams from her ears with her hands. JC rubbed her back in comfort, trying to hold back the chuckles in his throat when she would look up at the screen, wince, and burrow back into him. "I'm never going to get to sleep now, thanks." She looked to JC when the credits began to roll, then to her watch to find it was almost eleven at night. "He's asleep." He pointed to Justin and her eyes darted over to the sleeping figure. "What an odd ball." She stood, taking the remote easily from Justin's light grasp, then turned off the television. "Upstairs?" JC stretched his tired muscles and joined her when she nodded her head and went to the stairs. "Turn off that light." She quietly ordered as he passed the switch behind her. "Good night." He made her knees go weak with another kiss, then started down the hall. "Josh, are you tired?" She reached for his hand to pull him back, but he was too far from her so her hand fell back to her side. "You aren't?" He followed her into Justin's room after she shook her head to tell him she wasn't. "I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep again." She fell playfully onto the bed, looking up at JC. "You've seen the movie before, right? Or you wouldn't have known it was scary, and you've slept since then." "Look, you are making it very hard to make you feel sorry for me." She reached up, telling him to put his hands in hers, then let her arms hang from his. "Oh, I'm sorry. What I really meant was, oh no, whatever will you do?" He laid next to her on his side, placing a hand on her stomach. "That's better, now just add an 'and it's all my fault' and I'll be content." She slid her hand onto his, tracing his fingers with her own. "You are too much." He quided her to lay on the bed correctly, but still above the covers, so his feet wouldn't be hanging off the bed any longer. "I know, for your poor butt anyway." She exposed her tongue to him, running her hand over his chest to explore his body like she never had before. "Poor?" He watched her hand intently as it traced his chest muscles, then lowered to his stomach. "Yeah, well compared to how much I'm worth at least." She ran her fingers down his stomach until she could feel his belly button under his shirt, then started back up again. "You okay?" He kept his eyes on her hand, watching it travel to his shoulder and then down his arm. "Yeah." She pulled her hand away quickly blushing slightly at her actions. "No it's fine." He pulled her hand back to his shoulder, urging her to continue. "No, I'm just weird." She retracted her hand then lifted herself from the bed to dig through her suit case for night clothes. When she had found something appropriate to sleep in, a pair of pajama bottoms and a baby shirt, she retreated to the bathroom to change. "Why are you weird?" He pulled her hand to his chest, resting it above his heart and under his own once she had returned to the bed. "I was graphing you, like feeling you to....." She stopped frustrated that the words weren't coming properly, then closed her eyes to concentrate. "To cataloge you into my memory, like every detail of you." "You want to do my butt next?" He teased, trying to distract her while he placed her hand on his shoulder for her to continue. "If I do yours, will you do mine?" She giggled, her hand beginning to run down his arm again out of habit. "I thought you'd never ask." He rested a hand on her back, while her hand traveled along his arm, taking advantage of the fact she could now feel the inside also. "Wow, you have nice arms." She eyed him, afraid he would be uncomfortable with her outburst. "Thanks." A light pink took his cheeks but drained when a confident grin took his lips. "Your welcome." Her hand ran into his sleeve, feeling where his arm met his body. "I hate to stop you, but I am going to get into something more comfortable." His lips met her forehead quickly, then he left her to search his suit case for sweatpants and a wife beater. "Thank you." She cat called when he returned to the room after changing. "For what?" He crawled into the bed, tugging the covers to tell her he wanted to get under. "Wearing that shirt baby." She giggled as she slid beneath the covers while JC did the same. "You're horrible." "You're a fine specimen of the male species." "And you, my lady, are making me blush." Only half joking, he burried his head into her neck to avoid her growing stare. "Sorry, I thought you'd be used to it now, space cowboy." Her hand began playing with his hair as he pushed closer to her. "Bri, I'm going to make you watch Friday the Thirteenth more often." His lips began nipping at her neck while her fingers tangled in his hair. "I'll do it willingly." She sighed as his actions grew more forceful and his hand traveled to her hip pushing her onto her back. "I'll take that as a complement." Mouth traveling to the other side of her neck, he paused. "You are far too talented with your mouth for your own good." She guided his lips to her own, gripping the back of his head to pull him as close as possible. He left one last kiss on her swollen lips minutes later, trying to keep anything from going too far too soon. "Do you know how sexy you are?" He watched her turn pink and knew the answer immediately, growing embarassed he had blurted out his thought. "Now I know how you felt, Josh." She cuddled to him when he had rested on his back, laying her head on his chest. Soon both were fast asleep, breathing in unison. |