And Then I Saw Her Face

[JACK ROCCOGRANDI]

“Oh my God.” The way Rebecca said it made Jack’s brow furrow though he continued to smile after her as she stumbled out of bed. What? She’d asked him where he learned his moves. He couldn’t return the question? “Sure your eyes, I don’t want you staring at my ass.” Grinning wider, his eyes lingered for a long moment before he looked away and up at the ceiling. She could put clothes on if she wanted to, but he had nothing to hide. When she turned back around, he looked over at her with curiosity, his brows slightly raised. “Okay, first of all I don’t have moves. Just…don’t talk to me about what we did. I don’t like picking sex apart.” He snorted a little and shook his head. “You started it,” he replied softly, grinning to show he was teasing her. She was cute when she was grumpy and jumpy like she was now. “Second of all…uh…put your clothes on.” He could see the way her eyes lingered on his body and while he wasn’t normally cocky, he couldn’t help but feel pretty fucking good about himself. Jack Roccograndi had just had mind blowing sex with Rebecca Taylor. Not only that, but from the way she looked at him, she still wanted him. He was on top of the world. As she left the room, he sighed and sat up, moving to the trashcan in her room and slipping the condom off and cleaning himself up with some tissues. It was pretty obvious how long he’d gone without any action…When he was cleaned up he slipped his boxers and jeans back on and moved out to the kitchen to find Rebecca.

It was hard to be silent when you were as big as he was, and just the sound of him coming into the kitchen caught Rebecca’s attention apparently. “Umm…do you want frozen pizza or nachos for dinner?” When their eyes connected, a funny little lurch happened in his stomach. She looked so uncertain, almost shy, and it made him want to kiss her again. In fact, that’s what he was going to do. He stepped forward until he was towering over her, an inch away from her body. His hand found its way to the back of her head, leaning down at he pulled her up into a passionate kiss. This must have been what Cloud Nine felt like. His tongue just barely brushed along hers, not wanting to get himself worked up again when he was so close to shifting and hungry. Maybe she didn’t want to talk about what just happened between them, but he wasn’t going to let her forget it. Perhaps that was selfish, but he was drugged on afterglow at the moment and warm with satisfaction. When he pulled away, he didn’t go very far, resting his forehead against hers. “Pizza sounds good.” His voice was a low, soft rumble, laced with his adoration of her. It was getting difficult to deny that he wanted more from Rebecca than just sex, though, and he forced himself to pull away. He didn’t want to scare her away now.

Jack leaned against the counter and watched her prepare to put the pizza in the oven, setting the oven to preheat first. Slowly he was coming back to his usual, far less amorous self as his head cooled and his body relaxed once more. “How about tomorrow I cook dinner? I’m actually a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself.” He gave a lopsided grin, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched her. It would be steak, but he’d make some tasty sides with it. Jack liked to cook and found it soothed him some. He’d made her breakfast today, but anyone could do that. Dinner was a little more complicated and he wanted to do something nice for her. It wasn’t even about sex; he just wanted to thank her for giving him a place to crash and being so understanding.

[REBECCA TAYLOR]

Jack was very much a predator, and Rebecca was drunk and weak to his prowling ways. He took a step closer and instinctively she took one back, her head bent submissively though her doe eyes remained up on his, almost hypnotized by the dark power they possessed. She gulped as he came closer, his hand moving to the back of her head and she allowed him to do so, surprising herself when she greeted his kiss. It was as though he were claiming his territory and Rebecca didn't know how to stop it, and was unsure she wanted to. She liked how he'd made her feel in bed. She liked being wanted like that, even if it terrified her, but it wasn't just in the bedroom. Jack seemed genuinely interested in her, and as frightening as that was, it was flattering in its own way.

She felt his tongue brush over hers and she allowed it, letting Jack lead the moment. Her fingers twisted in front of her, but slowly she let her digits just barely tickle over his bare torso. It was like he was sculpted from stone, and again she was turned on by this, though it had never been something she had been interested in before. His kiss was intoxicating and she tried to tell herself she shouldn't get used to it. She didn't want this sort of relationship with anyone, especially someone who might be coming to work with her again and soon. Last thing she needed was Jack making her stomach twist like this while she was trying to get work done. There was no faster way to lose the respect of your colleagues than by making googly eyes at one of your coworkers.

When he pulled away she felt her face move with him, trying to hold onto the feelings he was stirring in her, but she didn't try and kiss him again, allowing her forehead to rest gently against his. The hell was happening to her!? “Pizza sounds good.” His voice was a low, soft rumble and she squirmed a little in her spot, pulling her hands away from his body sheepishly. How had he managed to make her revert back to the scared little girl she truly was under her hard exterior? Stupid alcohol..

She was glad when he moved away and she did the same, bumping her back into the counter. She blushed and turned away as Jack leaned against the counter opposite her. She grabbed a frozen pizza from the freezer and starting unwrapping it as the oven preheated. “How about tomorrow I cook dinner? I’m actually a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself.” He gave a lopsided grin and folded his arms over his chest. She smirked a little at him over her shoulder. "What, you got something against frozen pizza?" She asked, teasing lightly. She put the pizza in and shut the door, turning and leaning against the counter across from him, her arms folded. Her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own though, running down to his chest and down his lean torso to the pants that hung a little too low. Rebecca gulped and looked away as though she never checked him out in the first place. "Yeah, I mean.. if you wanted to cook that would be cool. Actually it would be helpful since I have to go in tomorrow, but I'll be home by five thirty or so." She looked back at him, making sure to keep her eyes on his and no the rest of that incredible package, including his incredible package. "Can't call off all week, much as I'd like the break." she was sure things would be nuts and as nice as a vacation would be right about now, it just didn't make sense.

Rebecca licked her lips and looked away for a second, gulping. "You know.." She said softly, her voice laced with anxiety, "Uhh.. just cause I.. we... uhm.." She licked her lips again, staring down at her bare toes which curled and uncurled, "Just don't expect that to be what happens all the time. I mean it was good.. It was really fucking good.."
She gave a shy sort of laugh and then gulped again, the amusement washing away as she peered back up into his dark eyes. "Just, don't expect that to be a thing we always do or something. We're not watch the game, drink a beer and fuck friends." Even as she said it she knew it wouldn't be so terrible if that was exactly what they became, but she also didn't want Jack to expect her to put out all the time either. It would make losing it all the harder, and eventually this little arrangement would end. She would likely see to that.

[JACK ROCCOGRANDI]

“What, you got something against frozen pizza?” Jack grinned more at the way Rebecca smirked at him. He shook his head to let her know he had nothing against frozen pizza. “No, pizza’s good. I just thought you’d like something more savory.” When she bent down to put the pizza in, he couldn’t help checking out her ass in her shorts. He felt much more comfortable doing that now that he’d had his hands all over that ass already. Man…this must have been how it felt to climb Mount Everest. He really felt like he was on top of the world having a chance to share Rebecca’s bed. By the time she turned back around, he’d forced his eyes away, watching as she leaned against the counter and mimicked him by folding her arms over her small chest. It was cute and he tried to ignore the way her eyes wandered over him. With it being so close to shifting time, he didn’t need to get worked up over that blazing blue gaze, as much as he wanted to. Their sex had been incredible and he wouldn’t have balked at a second go if it were earlier in the day. She looked almost flustered as she looked away, only adding to how cute she was. “Yeah, I mean…if you wanted to cook, that would be cool. Actually it would be helpful since I have to go in tomorrow, but I’ll be home by five thirty or so. Can’t call off all week, much as I’d like the break.” He smiled wider and nodded. “Okay, dinner will be on the table by six.” It was amusing to think that instead of a woman having the dinner on the table by five, he was the man having the dinner on the table by six. He’d officially become a housewife if he cleaned while she was at work too.

“You know…” She sounded anxious and as her eyes looked away his brow furrowed. Why did she look nervous? “Uhh…just ‘cause I…we…uhm…” At first he didn’t know what she was talking about as she licked her lips, but he quickly pieced it together. This was going to be about them having sex. “Just don’t expect that to be what happens all the time. I mean it was good…it was really fucking good…” He grinned warmly, glad she thought it was really fucking good too, but he was still nervous about what she was saying. “Just don’t expect that to a thing we always do or something. We’re not watch the game, drink a beer and fuck friends.” Cocking his head to the side, his brow lowered as the corners of his lips heightened. Did she really think he expected that of her? He liked her; he really, really liked her and she had to know he respected her more than that. “I know not to expect it all the time. Trust me; I’m not going to jump your bones every time I see you…much as I might want to.” A smirk quirked up his lips, letting her know it was a joke. “I’d love for that to happen again at some point, but you know I wouldn’t force that on you. Your friendship is more important to me than us having sex. Even really fucking good sex.” He wanted more than friendship from Rebecca, but that would have to be something they worked up to. They’d just had sex, which was more than he ever expected to get from her, and for now he could be happy with that. The rest could fall into place as it happened.

He stood straight, no longer leaning on the counter, and he moved toward her and then out toward the living room. Throwing a smile over his shoulder, he nodded his head in the direction of the main room. “Let’s watch TV or something while we wait for the pizza. Your pick.” He had to prove that his attitude toward her hadn’t changed because of what they’d just done. If anything he was more relaxed around her now than he was before. It made him happy and he knew the air was now officially clear between them, at least when it came to him overstepping his bounds before. There was still so much he needed to discover about Rebecca, but now it felt like all they had was time. It was a nice feeling.

[REBECCA TAYLOR]

Again Rebecca was reminded how wolf like he was as his head turned and he moved his brows. His shaggy hair only added to this perceived persona of him. “I know not to expect it all the time. Trust me; I’m not going to jump your bones every time I see you…much as I might want to.” She frowned at him as he smirked right back. Cocky asshole. “I’d love for that to happen again at some point, but you know I wouldn't force that on you. Your friendship is more important to me than us having sex. Even really fucking good sex.” Now her cheeks were blazing. It was one thing for her to say it was mind blowing, but it was entirely different from him. She hadn't done much other than lay there. Really, Jack did all the work. Hell, she couldn't even cum while he rode her like the fucking sex beast he was, she had to get fingered after, a though which made her cheeks burn once more as she looked away, her stomach twisting hungrily as it remembered the way he made her feel only twenty minutes ago. How could she possibly want him again when she'd fought so hard to keep him off the first time? What was even wrong with her?! Still she had to admit it was nice that he wasn't expecting it, and the their friendship was more important. Time would test those words, though. She was skeptical, as she always was, even with her defenses down from the inhibitor she chugged. "Cool." She choked out in a hoarse sort of whisper, though she seemed anything but cool at the moment.

Rebecca noticed Jack moving towards her out of the corner of her eyes and her breathing hitched for a moment, looking up at him nervously as though expecting him to have his way with her once more, knowing she would be defenseless to stop him. But he didn't come at her, instead moving past her towards the living room. Her head turned to follow him as he moved, watching him catch her glance over his shoulder. “Let’s watch TV or something while we wait for the pizza. Your pick.” He was acting like regular old Jack and it left her feeling a little confused, but relieved. Yes, he had that look in his eyes, but maybe he really wouldn't see her as a sex doll. Rebecca moved to set the timer and then followed Jack into the living room.

Rebecca settled down on the couch close to Jack, but not so close they were snuggling or anything. It felt weird to be sitting with him now, knowing full well what they'd just done and how he'd seen her pretty much butt ass naked. Furthermore, he'd seen her orgasm, something no man had ever witnessed. It made her squirm a little in her spot and she shifted so she was moving away from him towards the end of the couch, sliding her feet up so they were touching him instead of her. She playfully pinched at his leg with her toes, something very un-Becky like, and reached for the remote as she slouched low, her knees bending as her head rested on the arm of the couch. If he was going to touch her anywhere, her legs would be first and that was okay by her for some odd reason. She flipped through the channels trying to find something on, but there wasn't much on other than some sitcom reruns. She paused on an old Saved By The Bell, and placed the remote on her belly, folding her arms up behind her head. "This was one of my favorite shows when I was a kid." She looked up at Jack and smirked a little, trying to be her old self as much as possible. "Most girls had a thing for Zack Morris, and I'll admit, he was a hunk, but I always liked Screech. I though he was misunderstood, yah know? Yeah, not the greatest looking guy, but he was smart and had good morals. He loved Lisa even though she walked all over him." Her eyes went back to the screen watching as Jessie worked on some homework frantically. "I was kind of like Jessie when I was like eleven. Studious and a little neurotic. Nerdy and pretty so I got noticed." Things had taken a drastic change when she was eleven but she didn't necessarily want to discuss that with him. She smirked and looked back at Jack. "I bet you were AC Slater. Buff, popular, chicks hanging all over you.." She could see it now..

[JACK ROCCOGRANDI]

Rebecca settled close enough to Jack that he knew she wasn’t really trying to avoid him, but she leaned down to the end of the couch instead of towards him. That was fine by him. He was happy as a clam as long as she was close. Her feet nestled against his leg, though, making him smile warmly, but not at her. It wasn’t until her toes pinched his thigh that he turned his grin to her and reached over to pinch her toes back. Toe pinching wasn’t something he would expect of Rebecca very often, but today had been full of unexpected behavior from her. It was cute, the kind of behavior a girlfriend would participate in with her boyfriend, making him wonder again how far this relationship could go. He wanted things to go that way for them, but he knew if that was even possible, it wouldn’t happen for a very long time. She flipped through the channels and landed on Saved by the Bell. Jack would be the first to admit he’d watched a lot of this show growing up. He could even remember the episode they were watching. He’d had a crush on Kelly for a little while, but ended up liking Jessie better. “This was one of my favorite shows as a kid.” His lopsided smile came back as he looked at her. “Mine too,” he agreed. Had they ever disagreed on TV though? They pretty much had the same tastes when it came to TV shows…just not movies.

“Most girls had a thing for Zack Morris, and I’ll admit, he was a hunk, but I always liked Screech.” Jack gave her an incredulous look, hardly believing there were any girls who actually had a crush on Screech. “I thought he was misunderstood, yah know? Yeah, not the greatest looking guy, but he was smart and had good morals. He loved Lisa even though she walked all over him.” He could totally relate to that. In a lot of ways, Rebecca was like Lisa and he was like Screech in their relationship. Jack knew there were very few things he wouldn’t do if she asked him to. He knew Rebecca would never take advantage of him, but he would definitely let her walk all over him. “I was kind of like Jessie when I was like eleven. Studious and a little neurotic. Nerdy and pretty so I got noticed.” Jack couldn’t keep the wide grin from his face as he pictured a nine year old Rebecca acting like Jessie, even with the high ponytail piled on top of her head. Someday, he might have to ask Maxi for pictures of Rebecca when she was young. When she smirked at him, he gave her a bit of a confused look. “I bet you were AC Slater. Buff, popular, chicks hanging all over you…” He laughed, nodding gently. “Yeah, I guess you could say I was Slater. I wasn’t nearly as cocky as him or as smooth with the ladies, but I think he fits me better than any of the other guys on this show.” With a sigh, he reached over and grabbed one of her skinny ankles gently and stretched it across his lap so he could rub her foot. No he didn’t ask for permission, but considering she’d been pinching his thigh with her toes, she wouldn’t mind him touching her feet and legs some. He was a good masseuse with strong hands like his, so he wasn’t expecting any complaints.

“When I first started watching this show, I had a thing for Kelly. What guy wouldn’t have a thing for her? But then as the show went on, I changed my allegiance to Jessie. I found I liked the pretty, smart chicks.” He grinned over at Rebecca, remembering that she had likened herself to Jessie. His hands still worked on massaging her foot, focusing on the high arch at the moment, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. On the TV, Zack released Screech from a locker and Jack let out a soft chuckle. “I was usually the one looking out for the Screeches in school. Some of the douchebag football players thought they were the kings of Cypress High and would pick on the scrawny kids like Screech just to prove that they could. I never liked that; I didn’t see the point in making someone’s life miserable.” His hands moved over her ankle and up her leg some. While he realized there was something sensual about him kneading his way up her pale, skinny leg, he didn’t intend for it to be that way. He simply intended for it to feel nice and relaxing; she didn’t relax enough and he didn’t mind helping her do so. His hands moved up to her knee and then moved back down to her ankle once more before releasing her leg and grabbing the other. Again, he started on her foot, feeling the tension even in those muscles and trying to work out the kinks. “I don’t believe you were neurotic, though. Not at all.” His tone was heavy with sarcasm and he grinned at her as his fingers worked into her skin. Rebecca was still neurotic. Pleasantly so, but neurotic, and he wasn’t surprised at all that she was that way as a kid too.

[REBECCA TAYLOR]

“Yeah, I guess you could say I was Slater. I wasn’t nearly as cocky as him or as smooth with the ladies, but I think he fits me better than any of the other guys on this show.” Of course he did. He was the only buff one. She wondered if Mario Lopez was a Therian.. Rebecca felt Jack grab her ankle and she turned her head to watch him carefully, not fighting as he brought it onto his lap though it did make her slightly uneasy. Not because she didn't like it or want it, but because, well, she was still Rebecca and intimacy would probably always be an issue with her.

Rebecca couldn't deny how good his hands felt on her foot and she didn't bother trying to pull it away. Who didn't like a free foot massage? Normally she didn't but things were maybe a little different between them now, and the alcohol had her feeling really damn good at this point. She was relaxed and open. “When I first started watching this show, I had a thing for Kelly. What guy wouldn’t have a thing for her? But then as the show went on, I changed my allegiance to Jessie. I found I liked the pretty, smart chicks.” His smile made her roll her eyes, knowing she had just said she was most like Jessie. “I was usually the one looking out for the Screeches in school." He explained as his fingers dug deep into her foots arch making her melt a little. She wasn't surprised by his statement at all. "Some of the douchebag football players thought they were the kings of Cypress High and would pick on the scrawny kids like Screech just to prove that they could. I never liked that; I didn’t see the point in making someone’s life miserable.” She watched his hands moving up her leg, never tearing her eyes from his digging digits which made her relax and tense at the same time. Like a hawk she watched with pale eyes as he reached her knee and then moved all the way down. "I'm not surprised you were one of the good guys. I mean, you grew up and became a cop, and not one of those shady ones, either. I don't think anyway.." Her smirk suggested she was teasing and she briefly looked up into his eyes before he grabbed her other foot and pulled that into his lap as well. He pulled the other foot back, bending it and digging her toes under his leg, resting her foot there. .

“I don’t believe you were neurotic, though. Not at all.” She looked back up at him and cocked a brow. "You suggesting something, Roccograndi?" She asked with mock warning, pulling her foot out from under his leg and poking his side before slipping it back under. She finally tore her eyes from him and looked back at the TV. "High school was a weird time for me." She offered softly, more serious now. "Middle school was.. a lot of that was a blur, and high school started out rocky and then got sort of better. In the end I kept to myself. I went to a few different schools, so.. it was easy to not make friends. Maxi was my friend, and she was all I needed." Her voice was low, almost trance like, as though she were recalling the painful memories. Suddenly she let out a soft laugh. "God I'm gland high schools over. Being a teenager was horrible." She turned her head towards the kitchen though she couldn't see it since she was laying and the couch was in the way. "Man, do you think that pizza's almost done? I'm hungry.."

[JACK ROCCOGRANDI]

“You suggesting something, Roccograndi?” Jack grinned wider and then laughed as Rebecca’s foot poked his side. “I’ll break it,” he threatened playfully, liking the way she slipped her toes under his thigh. It was such a couple-like thing to do. He knew he shouldn’t get used to it, but he’d like to, if she would let him in. Though she looked away from him, he continued to watch her, admiring her as she watched TV and let his hands work their magic on her feet. “High school was a weird time for me. Middle school was…a lot of that was a blur, and high school started out rocky and then got sort of better. In the end I kept to myself. I went to a few different schools, so…it was easy to not make friends. Maxi was my friend and she was all I needed.” Her words made him frown, feeling bad for her. It must have been so lonely at a time when everybody needed friends the most. He was glad she had Maxi, but Maxi was much older than her; it must have been hard to be without friends your own age. Sure, he didn’t have many close friends back then, but he certainly had people he could laugh with and complain to—what every teenager needs. Of course he’d never let her know he felt sorry for her—she wouldn’t want his pity. Still, he sympathized with her, appreciating that small glimpse into her past. She seemed to realize she was getting personal and she gave a soft laugh. “God I’m glad high school’s over. Being a teenager was horrible.” He smiled again and looked back to the television with a nod. “I tend to agree.” Being a teenager was never easy.

When he heard her head turn, he looked over at her again, his hands moving slowly up her leg as she looked toward the kitchen. “Man, do you think that pizza’s almost done? I’m hungry…” Jack liked a girl who actually ate. He didn’t like women who constantly insisted they were fat and nibbled on salad all the time. He would certainly go out with a plump woman if she was cute and had an awesome personality, just as he wouldn’t go out with a woman who was gorgeous and had the personality of a rock. Good thing Rebecca was beautiful and interesting and had a personality that went well with his own—laidback and kind. He couldn’t see the timer from where he was sitting either, so he patted her legs to signal her to move them. “I’ll go check.” As her legs scooted off his, he pushed himself to his feet and made his way for the kitchen. They certainly ate a lot of pizza between them…it appeared that was just their thing, though. Just as he walked into the kitchen the timer went off and he chuckled. “You must have a sixth sense for pizza.” His tone was teasing and he pulled the pizza from the oven wearing the mitt she’d left sitting out. He dug around for a pizza cutter before sectioning it off neatly and placing two slices each on two plates. Unfortunately, his bare finger found contact with the pan and he yelped softly in pain. “Shit!” he hissed, running his finger under cold water. It was already turning bright red beneath the tap and he scowled at it. Stupid hot pan…

When he’d dried it off and inspected it one more time, he sighed and grabbed their plates. “Who knew pizza could be dangerous?” he asked playfully as he made his way back to the couch. He placed her plate in front of her before inspecting his finger again. His eyes found hers and he held his finger out for her inspection. “You know you’re special when I’ll sustain an injury for you. Look, I could die.” He grinned wide at his playfully dramatic statement, waiting for her to slap his and away or something. It really wasn’t a big deal, but he liked messing with Rebecca.

[REBECCA TAYLOR]

“I’ll go check.” He offered, patting her leg to move, which she did. Knees bent, Rebecca continued to lay there, her head lulling to the side to watch the television as Jack played with their supper. "You must have a sixth sense for pizza.” He called out and a lopsided smile grew on her face. "It's like my super power." She shot back as her knees spread apart and then clapped back together absentmindedly as she laid there on the couch. Rebecca tuned into the show as she waited for Jack, oblivious to Jacks accident, his cry going unheard. “Who knew pizza could be dangerous?” he asked and she turned her head a little as if to look at Jack, though her eyes were glued to the set. "What?" She asked, hearing him come back into the room.

Rebecca sat up more when she heard him, her legs tucking under her as she watched Jack approach with the plates. She pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and slid it over her lap, hiding her legs from the man with her food. She was a little cold and she wasn't sure she wanted to open herself up to more touching at the moment. Not that she hadn't liked it, but she wanted to end that portion of their evening because, well, she was Rebecca. She didn't have a real reason why.

Jack put her plate down in front of her and she looked up at him, giving a meek smile and pushing her hair behind her ears. When he held his finger out she looked up, noticing the redness to it. “You know you’re special when I’ll sustain an injury for you." She cocked a brow up at him, wondering if he was serious. She realized immediately he was not. "Look, I could die.” Rebecca rolled her eyes and moved them back to the TV. "Suck it up, buttercup. I think you'll make it." She teased, reaching for the pizza and not taking the "injury" seriously. "If it's rotting off tomorrow I'll take you to the hospital." She teased back, biting into her pizza. "Ah!" She groaned, pulling it out and scowling. "Jesus, what the hell molten cheese?" Her mouth opened a little and her tongue ran over the roof of her mouth behind her front teeth. "Ugh, I hate pizza burns." She groaned looking back at him. "Guess you're in good company." She teased, putting her pizza down and grabbing the remote. "Here, pick something to watch while this stuff cools off." She insisted tossing the remote into his lap and turning to watch as it landed right on his junk. She bit her lower lip wondering if she had just hurt him.. Did it hit hard? A burnt finger and sore dick were two not so good things to happen within a minute or two of each other..

[JACK ROCCOGRANDI]

“Suck it up, buttercup. I think you’ll make it.” Jack laughed at Rebecca and then reached for his pizza it was still really hot so he didn’t bit into it just yet. “If it’s rotting off tomorrow I’ll take you to the hospital.” He snorted and looked back at his pizza. “I would hope I would notice it rotting before tomorrow.” Rebecca was evidently not as cautious with the pizza as he was and she bit into her pizza before pulling it back out with a yelp of pain. “Ah! What the hell molten cheese?” He bit back his laugh as she inspected her wounds with her tongue. Now they both had burns and could consider themselves even. “Ugh, I hate pizza burns. Guess you’re in good company.” He gave a shrug and blew on his pizza. “I mean, you probably deserved it for underestimating my wounds.” With a grin he bit into his pizza, hoping she wouldn’t hit him or anything. Blowing on it helped and he savored the taste of the pizza. There was nothing quite like pizza… “Here, pick something to watch while this stuff cools off.” He looked over just in time to see the remote sailing right for his lap—his package, to be more specific. It was like it was flying in slow motion and he still couldn’t move out of the way in time. With a clunk it landed right on his dick and a small pain shot through it and into his stomach, making him wince and groan. Was she trying to punish him for his “deserved” comment?

Jack picked up the remote and turned to the side, crossing his legs as he playfully glared at Rebecca. “Fine, you didn’t deserve the burn, but that was a cheap shot!” he scolded in an overly dramatic tone to emphasize that he was joking. “No hits below the belt, Taylor.” His hand adjusted his package to get the rest of the pain out of his penis before he bit into his pizza again and gave Rebecca a shifty-eyed stare. “What is it with you and my junk today?” Grinning from ear to ear he scooted away some so she wouldn’t hit him again before settling back into the couch to find something else on TV for them to watch. She hadn’t hurt him bad and that became obvious as he simply went back to relaxing on the couch and munching on pizza. There they were again, sitting on the couch, eating with the TV on, and while there was a certain familiarity in this situation, there was a whole new and exciting layer to their relationship that he was looking forward to exploring.

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