Becky, Booze & Bullshitting (Jack)

[REBECCA TAYLOR]

Rebecca more than felt the affects of the beer in her system. It had loosened her up some, as alcohol often did, which she was grateful for considering the predicament she was in. Jack just confessed his feelings for her. God, why did he need to do that? She pulled the beer from her lips and glowered at him, wanting some damn answers! Jack grabbed the beer and set it down, making her purse her lips, but he acted so quickly she didn't know what was happening until he was on her.

His hands held her head as his lips found hers. She immediately protested, pushing against him and squirming, but fuck was his grip tight! She could feel his strength in the way he cradled her face, unable to move it away but he didn't seem to be holding her that roughly. In fact, despite the strength, he was surprisingly gentle. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed her or vice versa. Her breathing was rapid and though she was still pushing against him her protests eased some as she slowly began to accept her fate. This was happening. Jack was kissing her! Not even she could deny how good it felt, and though she was hesitant, the beer had taken its toll on her and she was caving, far quicker than she would have ever thought.

It felt good. Plain and simple. He pulled her closer to him, his mouth fervently working against hers and she allowed it, not offering much in return. The truth was she was still confused about the entire thing, and though she did kiss back a little, it wasn't nearly as passionate as what Jack was doing. Slowly she began to regain some of her right mind. She didn't ask him to kiss her! He had pushed himself on her and though she liked it deep down, it had been unwarranted. She squirmed again, unable to ignore the swelling in his groin considering how tight he had her against him. She hated how much she suddenly wanted him, too.

Both hands came up to his shoulders and she pushed as hard as she could, shaking her head until he pulled back enough for her to see his face. Without a moments hesitation she pulled her hand back and slapped him hard across the face, glaring at him. She had trusted him and felt taken advantage of! It didn't matter that she wanted him deep down, he had taken that kiss without permission. He had forced it on her! "Don't." She growled, suddenly feeling weak under his gaze. She was confused and angry and drew her hand back to hit him again, but he was faster than her and stopped her, making her pout angrily. "Get off me, Jack!" Her voice was far braver than she was, which she was grateful for. Why did he need to look at her that way? She squirmed as he backed off a little, reaching for the beer and bringing it to her lips and chugging it. She knew she needed to stop drinking, she needed to get the hell out of there! But she was stuck. How long until he turned? She forgot what time he said. Not soon enough.

The bottle tipped away from her mouth and she held it tight in her fist again, almost panting as she looked him over. He was beautiful. She couldn't deny that, or the hungry desire bubbling in her stomach. She told herself it was because she was borderline drunk, and would be full blown drunk one this beer hit her system. This was one of the many reasons Rebecca didn't drink often, not like this. Her judgement was significantly impaired and she didn't like that. "You think because you admitted you had a crush that you could just kiss me like that?" She snapped. "What makes you think I want that, Jack! God dammit, you sonuva bitch, I didn't ask for that!"

[JACK ROCCOGRANDI]

Jack was driven purely by animalistic need now. In several ways, kissing Rebecca had woken the beast in him. But when her hands pushed hard on his shoulders and she shook her mouth away from his, he pulled back a hair, his senses coming back to him. The next thing he knew her hand was striking him across the face and he was truly shocked by it. How did that happen? He looked back to her, his face a mixture between anger, confusion, and lust. “Don’t.” She had been kissing him back! Her hand drew back to slap him again, but he caught her by the wrist, just gazing down at her. Why was she doing this? “Get off me, Jack!” He took a step back, still giving her a confused and somewhat angry look, but his anger was beginning to fade. It was starting to occur to him what he’d done. He had forced himself on Rebecca…shit. She was chugging her beer and he ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, preparing himself to get chewed out. When her eyes came back to him, he watched her look him over. How could she get angry with him when she looked at him like that?

“You think because you admitted you had a crush that you could just kiss me like that? What makes you think I want that, Jack?! God dammit, you sonuva bitch, I didn’t ask for that!” On a normal day, Jack would have backed off. On a normal day, Jack would apologize. On a normal day, Jack wouldn’t have forced himself on Rebecca in the first place. But today wasn’t a normal day. It was snowing in the middle of July and he was shifting every night; there was nothing normal about today. Right now, there was a bitter wolf growling on the inside of his chest. “Not because I admitted I have a crush on you, because you admitted that you’re attracted to me! And you were kissing me back, Rebecca! Maybe I overstepped my boundaries, but why can’t you admit that you liked it?!” Jack heaved another sigh, realizing he was raising his voice; that was something he never wanted to do with Rebecca. He stared at her for a long moment, putting his hands on his hips, then shook his head. What the fuck was he doing?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He turned away from her, walking to the entrance of his kitchen before he paused. He looked over his shoulder at her, so confused about how to feel. She had no idea what she did to him. He couldn’t even control himself around her! The look in his eyes was frustration mixed with apology mixed with longing. But instead of turning around and scooping her back up in his arms, he forced himself to keep walking. “Fuck,” he growled lowly, making his way back to the couch. It was official; he was never drinking again. Hell, he might never talk to a woman again with how embarrassed he felt.

[REBECCA TAYLOR]

He looked annoyed that she had called him out but she stood her ground, pretending to be far more brave than she was. It was easy to pretend this way, she had been doing so every day since she had become a cop. Sure, at times it was real, but no matter what situation she was in she was still afraid deep down, which was the reason she did many of the things she did. The reason she thought the way she thought.

She was annoyed that he was being so arrogant about this. So she admitted he was attractive and that gave him the right to chew her face off like that? She thought Brad Pitt was a stud too but if she saw him on the street she wouldn't slobber all over him. That and she was pretty sure Angelina Jolie could win in a fight against her. "Maybe I overstepped my boundaries, but why can’t you admit that you liked it?!”

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Did he seriously think it was all that easy? You think someone is attractive and they kiss you so you have to go with it? Was he truly that arrogant?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that." Finally a fucking apology! "I shouldn’t have said anything.” Oh no! He wasn't getting off the hook THAT easy! He wanted a fight? He was getting a fucking fight!

"You're fucking right you shouldn't have done that! You think I should just go ahead and make out with every fucking guy I think is attractive? You think because you like me that it makes a difference? Are you really that demented, Jack? This is how people get hurt. I don't want to date anyone! I don't want to just randomly hook up with my coworkers, it looks bad and you know what? It makes shit weird, okay?" She was following him through the door as she talked, glaring at him as he turned and looked at her.

"Every time I look at you I'm going to think about how you fucking kissed me in your kitchen and that's not fair when we have a business relationship. I don't need to think of you or anyone like that, I don't want to. People are assholes, Jack. I didn't think you were one until now, but you've just proved that all male cops are the same. You only want one thing from your female coworkers. You're married to your job and here I come waltzing in with a fucking hole between my legs and all you animals are on red alert. Who can fuck the new chick?" Her tone was mocking and her arms folded over her chest. "I'm just some fucking game to all of you, and you can stand there and tell me It's not like that all you fucking want, because the bottom line is you don't get out enough to meet other women. You think you like me because I'm the only pair of tits you see on a semi regular basis. You don't know a god damn thing about me, Jack. I'm sick of you fucking guys assuming you do, or pretending you want to just to get with me. I've been hurt over and over by pricks like you and I'm sick of it! I'm fucking sick and tired of it and I thought.." She laughed, throwing her hands in the air. "You know what? I can get a cab. I don't need to be stuck here all night with you!" Where the fuck was her coat?!

[JACK ROCCOGRANDI]

"Every time I look at you I'm going to think about how you fucking kissed me in your kitchen and that's not fair when we have a business relationship. I don't need to think of you or anyone like that, I don't want to. People are assholes, Jack. I didn't think you were one until now, but you've just proved that all male cops are the same. You only want one thing from your female coworkers. You're married to your job and here I come waltzing in with a fucking hole between my legs and all you animals are on red alert. Who can fuck the new chick?" Jack stared at Rebecca with wide eyes and a low brow. Did she really think that way about him? "I'm just some fucking game to all of you, and you can stand there and tell me it's not like that all you fucking want, because the bottom line is you don't get out enough to meet other women. You think you like me because I'm the only pair of tits you see on a semi regular basis. You don't know a god damn thing about me, Jack. I'm sick of you fucking guys assuming you do, or pretending you want to just to get with me. I've been hurt over and over by pricks like you and I'm sick of it! I'm fucking sick and tired of it and I thought…" Suddenly, she laughed and threw her hands up, making Jack look even more confused. “You know what? I can get a cab. I don’t need to be stuck here all night with you!” Jack blocked her way out of the kitchen, wanting a chance to say his piece. It felt like she had just kicked him repeatedly in the gut.

“Do you honestly think you’re just a game to me? Maybe I don’t get out and meet enough women, but you aren’t the only woman on the force, Rebecca, and I’ve never felt for any of them the kind of interest I feel for you. And maybe I don’t know you Rebecca, but that’s what I’ve been trying to do for the last couple months. I never made a move until now because I wanted to get to know you better before I ever said anything. I want to know you, but you always push back! You always assume that I’m out to get you and I’m not! I won’t breathe a word of any of this to anyone else because I am not out to hurt you! You don’t think I’m interested? Why do you think I insisted on taking Maxine’s case? Because it was important to you! I did it for you! I would have done it anyway, but I was insistent because she’s your friend and if there was any way I could help you find your friend and stop worrying, then I was going to do that!” He heaved a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair, a weight lifting off his shoulders. How hadn’t she noticed these things before? Did he really have to spell it out for her? His eyes came back to hers, hurt and disappointed.

“You can think I’m an asshole, Rebecca, but don’t lump me with the guys who have chased you before just to fuck with you and leave you. I would be happy drinking beer, eating pizza and playing cards with you if it just meant I got to know you more, spend time with you more. I’ve been trying to show you that the last thing I want to do to you is hurt you.” He realized that he hadn’t done a good job of that just now, though. He looked down at his feet, glaring down at them. “I shouldn’t have invited you over today. I can barely control myself when my shifts happen. The beer just made it worse. But it was my mistake. Jesus, I just fucked everything up. I’m sorry.” He stepped out of the way of the entrance, leaning against the wall so she could get by. “I’ll pay for the cab.” It was the least he could do for what he had just done. He had just lost Rebecca’s trust forever and it was his own damn fault. All he wanted to do was bury himself in a whole fifty feet deep. He was hurt by what she said and hurt by the rejection, but he was willing to accept that this was his doing. He was such a fucking idiot…

[REBECCA TAYLOR]

Of course he would stand in her way! Rebecca was more than infuriated with Jack and with herself and the entire situation. She liked the guy. Maybe not the same way he liked her, but she had enjoyed spending time with him, enjoyed having a friend in the city other than Maxi, but guys and girls could never just be friends. There always had to be more, and the way he lunged at her... she had to admit it had been exciting but it wasn't what she wanted. She wasn't into romance movie make out sessions and that was exactly what it had felt like to her. “Do you honestly think you’re just a game to me? Maybe I don’t get out and meet enough women, but you aren’t the only woman on the force, Rebecca, and I’ve never felt for any of them the kind of interest I feel for you."

She didn't know if it was a game or not, but it was true she wasn't the only woman on the force. Had he tried his hand with Regina already? Misty? Dora? Probably not Dora, she was sort of manly, but who else had he attempted to hookup with? Was it really just her? "I want to know you, but you always push back! You always assume that I’m out to get you and I’m not!" Everyone is out to get me unless I guard myself! She thought frantically. "I won’t breathe a word of any of this to anyone else because I am not out to hurt you! You don’t think I’m interested? Why do you think I insisted on taking Maxine’s case? Because it was important to you!" Her brows furrowed and she pursed her lips. Did he think she couldn't handle that case? She could have! And she would have, and plenty of other people would have done a fine job of it! "I did it for you! I would have done it anyway, but I was insistent because she’s your friend and if there was any way I could help you find your friend and stop worrying, then I was going to do that!”

Rebecca began to second guess her thoughts on Jack a little. He wanted to be on the case to get to know her. But why? Why her? What the fuck was so special about her? She wished she had a clearer mind but the room was spinning with the increase in adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“You can think I’m an asshole, Rebecca, but don’t lump me with the guys who have chased you before just to fuck with you and leave you. I would be happy drinking beer, eating pizza and playing cards with you if it just meant I got to know you more, spend time with you more. I’ve been trying to show you that the last thing I want to do to you is hurt you.” Oh, but he had hurt her! He pushed too far too quickly. She was like a rabid rabbit. Terrified and timid, backed into a corner but willing to attack to free herself. And he hadn't been just happy drinking beer, eating pizza and playing cards because he'd kissed her! He'd admitted he liked her and then kissed her!

She slid a hand on her forehead, still glowering at him and willing herself to calm down so she could walk out of there without tripping. “I shouldn’t have invited you over today. I can barely control myself when my shifts happen. The beer just made it worse. But it was my mistake. Jesus, I just fucked everything up. I’m sorry.” Finally he moved out of the way and she hesitated, taking in his words. He shouldn't have invited her. Did shifting really made that much of a difference in who he was? She had no idea, but she was confused as hell and clearly upset.

“I’ll pay for the cab.” She glowered at him. "I'm a grown ass woman, I can pay for my own damn cab." She growled at him making it clear he shouldn't try to offer again, annoyed still as she charged past him and grabbed her coat from the closet. Rebecca wasn't the type to cool off right away, and there was a part of her that wanted to stay, sleep it off, and talk tomorrow, but she needed her privacy as she came down from her aggravated state. She had always been a very private person and a very stubborn and hot headed one. She paused at the door and looked back at him, an unsure look in her eyes. She didn't hate him, and she believed he hadn't meant harm, but she still lost some amount of trust with him. "I'll talk to you later, Jack." She grumbled before letting herself out, slamming the door maybe a little too hard behind her. She pulled her phone out as she made her way out of the building, calling a local cab company to come get her. Maybe standing outside in the cold would sober her up a bit. One thing was certain, though. She had a lot to think about in regards to Jack Roccograndi.

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