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Jack woke up that morning a little sore. It didn’t seem like a usual morning, and he couldn’t figure out why. His eyes were still closed and he muttered to himself into his pillow. Unlike any usual morning, he was actually comfortable in his own bed alone, like he used to be. Unlike his usual morning as of late, he didn’t wake up with Nina Clarke being the first thing on his mind. Matter of fact, nothing usual was on his mind. But just as he started to wonder how he should start his day, he quickly remembered what happened the night before. At first, he just figured it was a dream. A girl he slept with in his past showed up in the library he was hanging around in for no good reason. That doesn’t happen every night. Actually, it doesn’t ever happen; at least not to Jack. He opened his eyes and looked towards the ceiling. By now, the idea of being comfortable in his bed alone was gone. It wasn't a dream, was it? He was still comfortable, but alone? His head slowly turned and he jumped slightly at the sight of the girl lying only half a foot away from him.

So apparently he wasn’t alone and before long, the events of last night began to add up. They actually did meet up in the library. And they were all over each other there. And from the time he followed her out of the library to the end of their night were even more clear. Was it safe to say he had a good time? Hell yes. Did he still think he was, in a way, cheating on Nina? Yes. He didn’t know why, but it did seem like it. They were broken up and the fact that he still thought about her made him question what last night with Olivia meant. In any case, it sure as hell felt right. But what was he doing thinking about someone else? He wasn’t going to do it again. Wasn’t going to think about Nina. He turned his attention back on the girl in bed with him and managed a weak smile to himself. It had been a while since he woke up next to someone who wasn’t Nina. And boy, did he do a good job at picking up a girl. May have been from the library, but one in a million times the girl could actually end up being Olivia Grace. It’d been a while since he woke up next to someone, period. It was the usual Jack, but the new jack considered it nothing short of spontaneous; spur-of-the-moment...unusual. Who was he kidding, though? He loved it.

Another smile appeared as it occurred to him that she made him love it. It was this girl that reminded him how good it felt to be the careless, outgoing Jack Bailey. The one who didn’t have a problem with admitting he only wanted girls for sex. The one who jumped from one girl to another in a matter of days…or even minutes. And what’s more shocking is that she didn’t ever seem to mind. She pushed him to it. Granted, she didn’t force him; just kinda led him towards it. Maybe it was just all him that made himself come back; a guy just waiting to find himself after falling for an A-list sweetheart. It was far too early in the morning for him to be thinking so much into this, but he was. He used to think about absolutely nothing at all when he woke up next to a girl; that’s the way it should be. He should be thinking about nothing at all; it’s what guys like him did. Sighing to himself, he continued to gaze over her, eventually scanning every inch of her body that wasn't under the covers.

[hannah1]

I'VE GOT MORE WIT, A BETTER KISS ---------*
------------------- a hotter touch, a better fuck than any girl you'll ever meet ------------------

There really wasn't anything about this situation that was unusual for Olivia. Most would argue that her sleeping with random people wasn't unusual, but when that random individual happened to be Jack Bailey, well, that was sort of out of the box. Being Olivia Grace, and being rather well-endowed definitely had its privileges. She'd slept with him countless times before his whole Nina-spell, even before he was all that well-known. They were the perfect definition of fuck buddies. They didn't speak to each other aside from dirty nothings whispered from clenched teeth and pleasured moans. That was really her preferred relationship to have with people, one with a complete lack of attachment. Why? The less attachment you felt for a person, the less you had to care. A little known fact about Olivia was that she was an observer of human behavior; she'd even studied sociology in college for quite some time and obtained a bachelor's degree in it, and something she'd picked up from this knowledge stuck with her every day. People, in general, don't care. No one gives a shit what you do or don't do, as long as it doesn't interfere with their sphere of life. As long as you stay within your habitual bubble and out of theirs, a flying fuck was not given about anything. So, she adopted a way of life to deal with this: Don't care for anything that doesn't care for you.

She probably could have slept until the evening if Jack hadn't jumped a little. She was kind of glad she was facing away from him, so she could kind of creep on what he was doing. Olivia was more of a morning person than a lot of people realized. She could sleep until the afternoon, but once she woke up she was usually wide awake and today was no different. That was slightly surprising, considering the events of the previous evening. She couldn't help but feel a little pride in herself, knowing the de-railed Jack Bailey had just been put back on the right tracks.. or at least was now heading back toward them instead of farther away. She wasn't naive, she knew the news about him after his divorce with Nina. Did she think the moping and the pathetic puppy dog eyes were stupid and completely unnecessary? Yes. Could she look past that and try to fix someone else's mistake? Yes. And that's exactly what she was going to do.

She could feel his eyes on her and she willed herself not to shift or anything to give herself away. She planned on playing possum for a little while longer, letting his eyes linger and the events of the night settle into his testosterone-driven mind. She wanted to know, basically, whether or not he was going to freak out about it. She knew the old Jack wouldn't think twice about what happened, but this new one was prone to shitting himself for somehow "cheating" on his ex-wife. She let her eyes rest open as her fingers tightened around the bundled sheets she held in her hand. She was naked save for her panties and the sheet draped over her legs and hips, crossing her stomach to be gathered in her hands around her chest. Her brown hair was pretty much all over the place, knotted and dissheveled thanks to the roughness of last night. She didn't really care what she looked like at this point, since she knew he wouldn't care. The hot mess that she was basically was the object of his simultaneous labor and pleasure, so what wasn't to like?

Eventually, Olivia grew content with the fact that he wasn't going to flip out, so she decided it would be alright to reveal to him that she was awake. She grunted a little and turned over, purposely forgetting the covers for a second. She then pulled the sheet over her chest, and smiled cutely, pretending to be embarrassed; however, they both knew it was only an act. It took a lot more than that to embarrass her or make her uncomfortable. She looked up at him with soft, brown eyes full of so many emotions, real and fake, that they couldn't be distinguished. She placed the fire in them, but the complacency they held was truly her own. What girl wouldn't be happy to wake up nexto to Jack, to know they were the one who brought him back from the dead?

"Morning, stud," she greeted as she looked up at him, reaching up with a hand to brush her thum across his cheek and feel the stubble on his skin. She could tell he was inwardly struggling with accepting this, but she decided purposefully to ignore it. She couldn't help but slide closer, once again trying to push him to the brink, to make him back out.

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hey there, sid/jack, this one's for you. there's 808 words here, and it's basically the shit. she's wearing nothing, and rocking it. the lyrics are P!ATD and the temp/imgs are mine, all mine! in other news, oh hell yes.

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There shouldn’t be anything unusual about any of this, but he just felt like there was. The entire time, he was just thinking about stuff he usually didn’t think about. At the same time, he was thinking pretty much the same thing he always thought about. Did that make sense? Either way, something was different and it sure as hell had everything do to with the cloth-less hot lady in his bed. As her back was turned towards him, he managed to get a tiny whiff of her hair just after inching closer. Once again, he had no doubts that this felt so damn right. What had started out to be for old time’s sake turned into Jack turning back to his old ways. And it only took one night. One hell of a night; that’s all he really needed.

You could say that he, too, preferred his relationships with people like this. Those with that lack of attachment. Sure, there was always attraction and, in a way, attachment, but none of that emotional crap ever did get in the way. Hell, being a math teacher, he didn’t even think twice about getting it with students. There really was no reason for him to think too much into it. What would he think about anyway? Granted, he was breaking a few or more school and moral rules, but was it hurting him? Not even a bit. And best believe it never came back to bite him anyway. Okay, he got fired, but Jack always saw an upside to that part: he became famous. And not just high-school-prom-and-homecoming-king famous. He literally became TV-star-A-list famous. Let’s not forget he was millions of dollars richer; not that money was ever a problem for him. This was the life, wasn’t it, though? Not giving a shit about anything but yourself, hanging out with whoever, not thinking about anyone else, bringing in hot girls back to his place every night.

As for the theory that no one gives a flying fart about you: Jack didn’t believe it. Because believe it or not, he cared. He cared about everything in this world except for breaking girls’ hearts. It was in his system to not give a shit, but other than that, he was a really sweet guy. He rarely stayed in his own habitual bubble and inside everyone else’s. Hell, he sometimes cared about people who didn’t even care about him.

He wondered what she would think when she finds herself waking up here. She didn’t seem like she minded any of it last night and shouldn’t be shocked out of her mind to find herself in his bed, right? Maybe her reaction would be a lot smoother and more collected than his? He never means to judge, but she was the kind to be used to this kind of stuff. He wasn’t. Well, he was; he’d been doing it all his life ever since high school, but the past several months, he was practically someone else. Jack was just about ready to get out of bed, but before he could even more a muscle, he felt her move. Once she turned around, the first thing he looked into were her eyes that were looking right back into his. Unlike Jack, she didn’t seem as surprised to find herself in his bed this morning. Had she been awake longer than he was? Jack had to admit, it was a pretty calm gaze. Before she pulled up her sheets, he managed a quick peek, smirking to himself lightly. That cute little innocent look was just adorable. She probably knew way better than Jack that it was just an act, but he couldn’t help but fall for it. It was just too cute. Something about girls and that innocent look always got to him. He missed that.

Jack watched as she scooted closer and he looked at her with a blank look on his face, just studying her face for a moment as he wondered what to say or do. As for saying something, he had nothing to say. A simple good morning couldn’t even come out right now, that’s how speechless he was. And then he heard her speak. By now, he was smiling and his hand had worked up to her side under the sheets. ”Hello, gorgeous,” was all he said at first. Jack worked his hand down her curves slowly, resting at her thighs before gradually stroking back up to her waist. ”I don’t know about you, but that was definitely a night to remember.” At that point, Jack leaned himself closer without having to scoot, his body pressed gently against hers now. So maybe she really was used to it, she didn’t seem it was a big deal to her or anything.

He never meant to dump the memories of their old times. He remembered how right and free he felt when he used to have these kinds of nights with her and the reason they did this last night was for old time’s sake, so that had to say something about why they were even here this morning. Plus, would she really be here if she didn’t have high expectations? Jack was easy, but not that easy. Then again, the same thing would be said about her. Was Jack really expecting the hottest night he’s ever had in a long time or was he just looking to get laid?

He didn’t know, but one thing for sure is that he got much more than he expected. He really had forgotten how good it felt to be around her; to have her around. Or maybe it wasn’t about Phoebe at all. Maybe he just missed his old self too much and Olivia was just someone who reminded him of that and nothing more? It couldn’t be. But then if he was to say she was way more than that, then what was she? He was thinking too much. Just glad she couldn’t hear him thinking, because he would look and sound pretty ridiculous right now.

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I'VE GOT MORE WIT, A BETTER KISS ---------*
------------------- a hotter touch, a better fuck than any girl you'll ever meet ------------------

If Olivia was capable of feeling for other people, she might have been even happier with herself. Something she noticed was that, when she was around, people tended to feel better about themselves. Whether it was because they landed such a hot babe, or because they knew they were about to get laid (regardless of what the babe looked like), she didn't know. But she knew she had this effect on people, Jack being her most recent example. He was such a lifeless man before, left with nothing but what his ex-wife hadn't stolen from him, which sadly didn't leave him with much. She'd stolen his dynamicity, the freedom he once had to be his own man and not the man changed and transmuted into something and someone Olivia didn't know anymore. She loathed what Nina Clarke had made out of Jack, and was determined to bring him back to life. It was sort of like watching a puppy drown. You watch it struggle and struggle, and finally be rescued, but by some idiot who doesn't know recussitation techniques so the puppy still dies. He might have been out of the marriage legally, but mentally he was still stuck in it and that much was obvious to the entire world... except him.

She noticed the eager look he gave at her innocent facade. For a topless model and self-proclaimed slut (bluntly put) she was surprisingly good at pretending to be something she wasn't. Innocent would not be the word of choice when anyone on the street was asked to describe Olivia Grace. She watched the blank stare, and for a moment, she wondered what was going on inside that thick skull of his. She knew his thoughts were racing, she could see them glide one by one over his dark eyes. She prided herself on her ability to read people and their thoughts, since she was usually quite accurate at sizing people up; especially ones she had a past with, like Jack. She wondered if he was going to respond at all. Even a simple "good morning" would be enough, just to let her know he wasn't totally in shock. It was strange, she had to admit, waking up to a Jack that looked damn surprised to see her looking back. She was the same woman, but he wasn't the same man, and that killed her.

Finally, he spoke, and to her complete and utter surprise, she felt his hand against the skin of her hip. This felt right.. much more natural. At the beginning, last night had felt forced, like she was pressuring him into doing this and maybe she did, but she knew it was only for his good. He had to move on at some point and get over the mistakes of his past. She let a sleepy smile crawl onto her lips, just a simple curvature, enough to make a difference but even then, only a nuance. As his hand came to rest at the curve between her ribs and hip, she reached up to rake a steady hand through his thick hair. Not only was she used to this, but she was good at it too. This was her game. Some people are professional at chess or billiards, computers or medicine, but for Olivia, it was working other people. She remembered times she shared with him, good times at that. When they used to drive out of the city limits and do it in the bed of his truck for no better reason than to say they did. No, they weren't the best of friends, but they shared some good times that just happened to revolve mainly around sex. Actually, most of Olivia's good memories were about sex or people she had sex with. The only people that didn't get associated with those kinds of recollection were her brother, step-father, and occasionally a friend or two from her past.

He leaned himself closer and, therefore, pressed her chest against his. Truthfully, he could lie pretty far away and still be in contact with her chest, but that definitely wasn't the point. "I'm glad you think so," she said softly with a hint of a grin. She couldn't help but wonder: Did he feel like he felt now around Nina? Did he ever feel absolutely free, relaxed, and satisfied? It certainly didn't seem that way, not that she'd been up close and personal with their private relationship. But when you were an A-list actor, not much you did was private.

She took advantage of his sleepy stature and leaned in for a couple kisses to his neck. No, she wasn't trying to be cute and loving, that just wasn't an "Olivia" thing to do. But she was trying to get him to loosen back up even more. She knew damn well she was just a lay for him.. for anyone, really. She never meant anything to people. Well, she knew her parents and siblings cared, but she wasn't your everyday member of society with a handful of close friends, a significant other, and a job with a boss and co-workers. She distanced herself from people mentally, while pushing herself closer to them literally. It was just something she did, her process, in essence. "Better than a night in the library?" she teased up at him a little before she sucked on his Adam's apple lightly. Her hands then found his chest, resting at his masculine pectorals. If she was the type of girl to fall for a guy, she knew she'd fall hard for this one. He was, essentially, her in the male form, or at least as far as she knew - which, albeit, wasn't exactly that far.

She let the silence happen for a while, absent-mindedly kissing his neck and shoulders until she blurted out her next question. "So, whaddya say, back in the saddle?" she asked with a bit of a wink. She knew he'd understand what she meant. She was asking if he was back to his old self, which, if he wasn't, she wasn't sure what she could do. She'd given him probably the most amazing sexual experience of his life, and if that wasn't convincing enough to bring him back into the single circuit, she was sure it would be impossible to do so.

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hey there, sid/jack, this one's for you. there's 1051 words here, and it's basically ramble. she's wearing nothing, and rocking it. the lyrics are P!ATD and the temp/imgs are mine, all mine! in other news, woooop.

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Maybe it really was all about dynamicity that he’d lost during the time he was married. Better yet, it really was stolen. But to this moment, he couldn’t seem to blame Nina for it. He chose to leave his usual man-whorish ways for his accidental wife. Granted, he had turned into someone completely different in the process, but it never bugged him until now. What was he thinking anyway? He doesn’t regret falling for Nina, but the fact that he lost himself when he did it just kinda got to him. Jack wondered how much longer he could’ve been drowning—so to speak—before getting rescued. Now the real question was why the hell someone like Olivia Grace would even care about a helpless puppy (literally or metaphorical)? There was little reason for her to give a hoot about him. Feeling her hand on his stumble, Jack reached up with his free hand and took a hold of it for a moment, pecked the back of it and let it go, muffling a sleepy chuckle before pulling her even closer—if that was even possible.

By now, he had decided not to fall for the innocence, but he couldn’t help but find it cute. There was no innocence, but it didn’t hurt to totally adore that look on her face. It was hard to disagree, though, that she was the last thing from innocent. The way she watched him while he was thinking had Jack wondering what she was thinking about him now. She probably thought he was a complete idiot. It wasn’t typical for Jack to blow chances with a hot girl like Olivia. This would probably be the first time; he was a huge disappointment this morning. He didn’t want to blame himself; it really had been a while since he did anything like this. Didn’t do a bad job, but it wasn’t good enough for this girl’s standards. He just wished he knew what was wrong with him so that he could fix it to save himself the humiliation right now.

Jack noticed that he was instantly surprised by him touching her and honestly, he was just as surprised with himself. As for his mood, that was a completely different story. She was doing that to him on her own, she was making him want something he thought he never needed anymore. Fixed up his mood to what it was supposed to be, considering he was Jack Bailey and those moods were meant to be there. It was a good thing she forced them at the beginning or else they wouldn’t be where they are now. And quite frankly, he didn’t mind at all where they were. He doubted she minded either. Bluntly-put, Jack knew the extent of her slutiness. Matter of fact, he liked to think of himself as those rare guys that could actually talk about that fact with her without feeling like she gets offended. You could say they were close in more ways than one. Their strongest bond that kept their relationship alive in the past was definitely the sex. No doubt about it. Being with her now, he remembered why that was.

Seeing the smile on her face, Jack just kind of looked at her. His mind had stopped running now and he just gazed over at her without really any blank confusing stare. By now, he was just enjoying being next to her. As his fingers continued to stroke against her side, he felt her hand running through his hair. At that point, Jack closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of her fingers brushing his hair. It brought back a lot of memories: she used to love playing with his hair. And with that, more memories that he had far forgotten just came back to him; memories of the old days and their crazy and spontaneous times together. The careless days, he’d like to call them. I didn’t know he had a truck, but we’ll say he did for the sake of them having sex in the back of it. It was the most ridiculous place he did it with her, though. Kitchen’s counter tops, his manager’s office, an elevator. There was no doubt their relationship really did revolve around sex. They never meant for it to, but that’s how they stayed strong.

Hearing her speak and then flash that grin, Jack chuckled. It really was true. There was no doubt he had had amazing nights with Nina. When she actually didn’t have a problem with him and everything just turned out perfect. It was rare, though. He did feel relaxed and satisfied with her, but it never lasted. He just didn’t deserve that girl. With Olivia, she never seemed to disappoint. Jack thought it was a little harsh, they were both smart and beautiful girls, so why didn’t he feel bad when he did it with Olivia. Maybe because Jack wasn’t Olivia’s first and she had had way more time to experience with this life than Nina did. It still wasn’t fair for her. In the end, he had ended up back with Olivia, if that even counted for anything. Ugh, he was thinking again.


Feeling her now kissing his neck, Jack opened his eyes and grinned, looking up at the ceiling. This was more like it. Now she was talkin—wait, no. Now he was in his right sense, enjoying this like he was supposed to be. It was true, she was just a lay for him, but she could be more. A friend, at least. He needed that right now. Honestly, he wanted her to mean more to him than just a good lay like before. Sure, it was awkward to talk to her when there isn’t physical contact, but he wanted to work past that. ”Way better than a night alone in the library.” He didn’t know what he would’ve done last night if she was there. Probably would’ve felt asleep right there with his notebook and pencil. It wasn’t long before he felt her continue to work on his neck, sucking now ”Ohh my.” He didn’t know what to say, she was certainly trying to provoke some sort of reaction, just like she was last night in the library.

She didn’t stop kissing his neck and in all honestly, he didn’t mind. He was enjoying the attention he was getting, especially when her hands rested at his chest. It’d been a while since any girl even bothered. During the time and after the time he was married, most of them did lose interest. So did he. Why didn’t she? Was this for her own amusement or something? Hadn’t been long until he heard her question. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he would’ve guessed it had more than one meaning. She could be talking about it in general or just for this morning…maybe there was a saddle he didn’t know about. He decided not to think too much into it; it was the safest and easiest way to answer her question without looking and sounding like a complete idiot. ”Why don’t you be the judge?” He winked at her as well, a leg swinging over hers as he slowly brought himself over her.

As far as he knew, though, the answer was yes. Jack propped himself up with his elbows to hold up his weight off of her as he leaned in, barely touching her neck with his nose and eventually kissed her collarbone. In the meantime, his free hand now began to pull the sheets away from underneath him that were now in between their bodies. It was true that if anyone could do it, it would be Olivia. If she couldn’t, he might as well be a dead man. As far as they both could tell from where they stood—or lay—right now, Jack was back.

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I'VE GOT MORE WIT, A BETTER KISS ---------*
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Olivia wasn't exactly the type of person to judge. She didn't mind when people judged her, simply because she accepted early on that people were going to form biased opinions about her that were often untrue. Whether these opinions were true or not was insignificant, because people were going to make them regardless out of jealousy or some other ridiculous human emotion that often seized people by the throat. Now, many people completely missed the goal of what she did. No, her goal wasn't to turn taken men away from their loved ones (though the ego boost that accompanied such activities wasn't a bad thing) or anything like that. Her purposes weren't pure, but they weren't just to prove that she could take the most whipped man and make him into a slave for her body. She was born with her assets; none of them were fake. Not using them would have been a definite sin, worse than those created by flaunting them. But none of that even pertained to what she was doing now. No, she didn't want Jack to be a scathing manwhore, but she didn't want him to be this dead person inside either. She wouldn't ever admit it - even in private - but she did care about Jack. She cared about his personality, about the wreckless teenager she knew and now the grown man of accomplishment. She didn't idolize him, no, but she did respect him enough to not want to see him like he'd been.

So, in a sense, she felt like she was doing a bit of charity work. The only difference was that she was getting something out of it. Sure he was just Jack Bailey to her, but the rest of the world was in love with him as an actor and an attractive male in Hollywood's spotlight. It might have been just a lay, but it was the lay the might get him out of this rut he was in. Making him realize there was more to life than some chick that dumped him was important. There was a bit of good in Olivia, even if a lot of people couldn't see it. Generally she was having sex with people's boyfriends, so that part of it wasn't very nice from any angle, but she didn't care. Judgment wasn't something she feared. She knew damn well it was going to happen, and it was much eaiser to just accept it for face value. She laughed with her lips pressed against his neck. She knew it was much better than a night alone, especially one in the library for God's sake. What was he even doing in there in the first place? She knew she was there, but that was only because she was attempting to do some reading for her next role. Aside from that, Olivia actually enjoyed reading and literature. She didn't like to read a novel every day, but it was still something she liked but never disclosed to anyone. She liked her image, and planned on upholding it.

Her hands were still at his chest, but they started rubbing against it up and down from his collarbones to his abdomen. Hell yes she was suggesting very, very subtly that they go at it again. The more chances she got to implant what she wanted into that susceptible brain of his the better. She knew from experience that after sex, men were extremely easy to manipulate, especially when you were as good a lay as Phoebe was. Of course she was a good lay, or why would people still come around for her? Sure she was attractive physically, but it's like giving a Native American a handgun with the safety on: it's not really dangerous unless you know how to use it. She had the body to use and the skills to know how. Yeah, that's dirty, I don't care.

Olivia could basically see the comprehension spread across his face at her question, since she pulled away momentarily to let him concentrate. That was an extremely vague answer, one to which, she could question until next week. It either meant he was so much back that asking the question wasn't necessary, or he didn't really know himself and wanted her to make the decision for him. But before she could think about anything herself, he was rolling on top of her. She grinned to herself, knowing she'd at least brought him back for the time being. Now she was being selfish. She wanted him to be like this so she could get pleasure out of it. It was nice being with a man who knew how to handle her. Sometimes it was hot watching the less-experienced ones figure out what to do with all she had to offer physically, but it was getting less and less attractive as time moved on. She was getting older and was less interested in fooling around with boys. She had the tendency to be a bit of a cougar, but by the time guys got to be her age, they were all letting themselves go, getting beer bellies and untamed facial hair. Nothing about that was hot.

Jack leaned in, and she let it happen. She was kind of curious as to how far he'd take this. Well, in the end, she knew. But consciously, she was interested in seeing for herself. She curled one arm around his neck, twining her fingers into his dark hair again. She let slip a very subtle, very short moan as he kissed her neck just as some encouragement, not that he needed a lot of it at this point. He pulled the sheets away, and she aided him until they were skin-to-skin. It was a good feeling, one she always enjoyed. Physical contact was a reassurance for her. She was never unconfident about anything, but there were some actions and words that simply magnified it. She managed to lean down and sneak a passionate kiss onto his lips. "Alright cowboy: get in your saddle and ride it," she whispered into his ear huskily, her lips brushing his lobe.

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hey there, sid/jack, this one's for you. there's 1021 words here, and it's basically ramble. she's wearing nothing, and rocking it. the lyrics are P!ATD and the temp/imgs are mine, all mine! in other news, lol.

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After being with Nina Clarke, Jack realized he really was capable of feeling for other people. He had liked girls more than just a good lay, but none of it felt the same as it did when he was with Nina. He probably also realized that ‘feeling for other people’ just wasn’t his thing. Though it felt like a great feeling, it was uncomfortable for him in so many ways. Nina and many other girls who he ended up falling for deserved much better than Jack Bailey. That was why he was deciding to now go back to where he came from; to what he used to be before he even went with Nina on that trip to Vegas. He had been a different guy. That sweet and thoughtful side of him wasn’t him. But still, did he regret ever falling for her? Not at all. Never. Did he think he needed to be ‘brought back to life’ from it? Nope. Because he felt like even though he wasn’t himself, he was still in his right mind when he did it. Not the marriage part, but the falling for her part. Now Jack here wasn’t the one to judge, but he felt a girl like Olivia could turn any man who was whipped for another girl a slave for her body. Or maybe he was saying that in the heat of the moments that took place last night.

Heat of the moment was another different thing, though. What if this was all just last night and this morning he felt this? He was starting to forget what he ever felt with Nina because Olivia came around last night. But in a couple days, Olivia will be gone. What will happen to Jack then? Would he seriously go back to pinning for Nina again? He didn’t want to. It wasn’t a safe and healthy place for him to be. Ironically, where he was right now naked in bed with Olivia Grace was much safer. He just wished he could keep her around for the sake of his own sanity. Or better yet, his insanity for the sake of being politically correct. He liked that insanity: being able to fuck a different girl every other day and not have a problem as long as condoms and birth control was involved. All in all though, he couldn’t get himself to blame Nina for any of it. It was all his doing, especially the marriage, even though it took two to tango. Regardless of whatever was happening with Nina, he couldn’t deny that he was having a hell of a time with Olivia right now. Feeling her laugh against his neck made him smile; it was no doubt he would have much rather been with her than spend the night in the library all alone. He was mainly there to give himself yet another night to mope, making note a little bit of ideas for the movie—if they came to him. His temporary move to Arizona wasn’t far.

Now he may be temporarily new to this, but he’d been doing this all his life so it didn’t take him a long time to figure out what she was trying to provoke from touching him all over. It may have been cutely subtle, but really. It was Jack Bailey for goodness sake. As for the question, maybe he didn’t know what she was asking, but whatever way she put it, the answer really was yes. Whether it is the heat of the moment or not, he was so much back that asking the question really wasn’t necessary. It was cute, though: the way she asked. According to Jack, he just might take it as far as he needs to right now. Sex first thing in the morning after a night full of nonstop of heated moments of it didn’t really sound like a bad idea. Actually, it was just like old times all over again. Jack huffed a small laugh when he heard her moan; his hands working up against her thighs, once the sheets were out of the way, looking up at her from her neck. Jack returned her kiss with just as much passion as she managed. He looked into her eyes, starting to wonder where this was going. Well, he knew where the next ten minutes were going, but on the long run. She probably didn’t think anything of the kiss, but it did make Jack thing of what it meant. He snapped out of it when she spoke to him, instantly distracted by that sexy voice of hers that chimed in his ear. ”If you don’t mind, cowboy’s about to go for another round.” It was probably a rhetorical statement; of course she didn’t mind and nor did he need her permission.