Running High

JC slid off of Nicole, a hand cupping a heavy tit, his thumb grazing back and forth across the nipple. He rolled onto his side to look at her, his eyes roaming up and down her body hungrily.

As his eyes found hers, he asked, "You are you staying the night with me?"
 
Swallowing a sigh when JC rolled off of her, Nicole watched with a sense of detachment as he covered her breast with his hand and absently caressed her nipple with his thumb, keeping it semi turgid in the process. He always seemed to be touching her in some fashion or another, whether it was something simple, like the brush of his knee against hers, or more consuming, like the press of his body against hers where there had seemed to be no inch of her body that wasn't covered by his. He was always touching her, and heaven help her - she was beginning to like it... a lot.

Are you staying the night with me?

Half of her wanted to beg off, needing time and distance to try to figure out what was happening between them, but the other half wanted just as desperately to stay and enjoy the sense of closeness, of belonging, that she hadn't felt in... well, in at least a year.

Biting her lip in indecision, she answered tentatively, "I, um... I have a bag… out in my car, but I'm not sure." Whether by design or happenstance, JC flicked his fingernail across her nipple, causing her to swallow before daring to add in a small voice, "I'd like to… if you really want me to."
 
Her voice sounded so frail as she asked if he wanted her to stay the night it nearly broke his heart. How could she not know the answer he wondered. Instead of giving voice to that he nodded as he leaned in to kiss her. "Yes, tonight, tomorrow, maybe forever, " he whispered into her mouth.

He didn't know for sure what the future held but he knew with a certainty that this time Uncle Tommy was wrong. Yelling her of his needs instead of showing her would be all the spark she would need to blast out of his life like the space shuttle. That wouldn't due.

Not at all.

He laid on his back and pulled her in to snuggle with him. The feel of her tits and hard nipples were pressed against his side as his hand settled on her hip.

It was the most natural thing he had ever felt.
 
Nicole couldn't quite put a description to the look that crossed JC's face before he leaned over her again, but it seemed like a cross between astonishment and disbelief. However, she was quickly distracted by a soft muttering before he kissed her again. 'He didn't just say forever, did he?' she thought to herself before promptly dismissing it as fanciful thinking.

JC broke off the kiss to roll onto his back seconds before his arm snaked out and pulled her close. With her head resting on his shoulder and his hand on her hip, they were once again touching from head to toe and even then she inched closer. She laid her hand on his chest and closed her eyes, sighing in contentment.

This is nice...
 
JC ' s left hand idly caressed Nicole's left hip as his right hand cane to a rest along her jaw allowing him to caress her cheek. It was calming for him. Comforting on some level that she was in his hands and finally receptive of his attention.

He craned his neck allowing him to kiss the top of her head. For a moment he wondered if they could stay that way forever and allowed the reality settle in that no. Not forever, but it was up to him to make the most of every moment when they were together.

And when they were not.

Time suddenly had a different perspective. It was no longer an infinite ocean upon which he could surf. Rather it was a canteen and it was damned near empty already. The realization hit him like a brick. Then he out together a different perspective that Nicole may have. She had lost a man she loved already. And now he had literally pried his way into her life with a crowbar.

He wasn't going to apologize for it. In no way would he. But now he realized a little if what she may have faced, emotionally and psychologically, he mused he may well have been an ogre to her.

Nodding he relaxed again into the position they were in.

He didn't want to move, but he had to get her stuff out of the car. He also had to make room for her there.
 
Nicole soon found herself matching his deep breathing pattern as his soft caresses lulled her into an even more relaxed state. It was soothing to cuddle in his arms like she was, and her fingers twitched occasionally on his chest.

She tried to recall the last time she and Jason had cuddled and was saddened to realize she couldn't, although she wasn't sure if it was time starting to mess with her memories or if they truly failed to take the time to simply relax in each other's arms. Jason and JC were alike in some ways - brimming with a barely contained energy, but JC seemed to be able to stop his hectic pace from time to time, something that JC rarely did.

Nicole's lips curved upward when she felt a soft kiss to the top of her head. If he wasn't careful, she was going to think he was trying to lull her to sleep, and she almost giggled when he seemed to nod as if in agreement with her thought. Without realizing she was doing it, she gave his shoulder a soft kiss of her own.
 
It was deliciously delicate and JC mused loving. Her lips on his skin sparked a warmth that fired through his torso and wrapped around his heart like an old comfortable quilt.

He caressed her face, a gentle tender touch. His hand trailed along her jaw down to her chin. "I need your keys baby. I will go get your bag."

He kissed her head again and quipped, "After all men tote."
 
The way JC's hand traced along her face nearly caused Nicole to start purring. As it was she ended up sighing softly, a faint murmur of pleasure she couldn't hold back even if she wanted to. 'Could so easily get addicted to his touch,' she mused.

I need your keys, baby. I will go get your bag.

Her forehead wrinkled as she tried to remember what she had done with her purse when she arrived, smiling faintly at his crack about men toting.

"I think I left my purse on the counter," she replied finally, "The keys should be in the outer pocket."

Nicole's cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink as she recalled the conversation she and Malinda had over packing a bag. Malinda had encouraged her to do it, to live a little. She had even gone so far as to suggest that Nicole either snag one of her nighties, or better yet, pack nothing at all to sleep in. In the end, she had done either, opting instead to grab a well loved tee shirt and a pair of shorts.

"I parked in the first visitor spot on the left, and my bag is on front passenger seat," she added.
 
JC kissed her forehead tenderly and murmured, "Don't move. "

He slid out of bed and pulled a pair of running shorts on before heading into the living area. He grabbed Nicole's purse and brought it in to her. "Dig them out," he said as he handed it to her.

As she began to open the purse he turned to the dresser and opened the top left drawer. Looking in it a moment he pulled the tech tee shirts that were in it and placed them on the floor at the end. He would figure out what to do with them later.

When he turned back to her he saw she had a quizzical look on her face. He looked at her and looked almost as confused as her. "I did say forever," he explained.

Snatching the keys from the palm of her hand he said, "Be right back."
 
Nicole's lips twitched when JC kissed her forehead and told her not to move. After their earlier marathon, she wasn't sure she'd be able to had she had the energy to do so. She watched as he pulled a pair of shorts on, faintly disappointed that his delectable backside was being covered up, and then that same backside walked out of the room.

Sighing softly, she closed her eyes, feeling a little silly for the wave of abandonment that tried to swamp her. 'Oh this isn't good,' she thought, wondering what it was about JC that made it feel like she couldn't breathe without him nearby. Her eyes shot open at the sound of him re-entering the room, holding her purse out in front of him like it was a ticking bomb.

Dig them out.

Pulling the purse towards her, Nicole rolled to her side and opened it up. She had just fished out the small set of keys when she heard JC rustling in one of his drawers. Assuming he was pulling out a shirt to cover up that yummy chest of his, she watched with no small amount of bemusement as he took out an entire stack of shirts and put them on the floor.

Their eyes met when JC turned back towards the bed, and they exchanged questioning looks. His simple explanation of forever seemed to hang in the air before he suddenly moved, plucking the keys from her hand. With a quick pivot, he was out the door before she had a chance to say a word.

Nicole chewed her bottom lip as she worried about what he had meant. He wasn't implying that she was... She purposely cut off her thoughts, refusing to make any assumptions and pulled the sheet over her body as she waited for JC's return.
 
JC walked out to her VW bug and opened the door. Looking at it quickly he saw that it was clean, dinged up from a hail storm or five in its long life, but it looked good for all the character that the dents gave it.

He grabbed her bag and picked it out of the car. Closing and locking the door he leaned against it a moment reflecting on the evening so far. It had gone better than he had any hope it would have. And she hadn't exactly ran like a scared rabbit at forever. But then she was naked he mused.

That thought brought a twitch to his loins and he grinned like a loon knowing his Uncle Tommie would botch about the exuberance of youth. And it's recharge rate.

He carried the bag back toward his apartment and let himself in. He smiled warmly at Nicole as he stepped into the bedroom and placed her bag on the dresser. "I wonder if I can keep my hands to myself long enough for you to unpack?"
 
Quickly swallowing a yawn, Nicole turned onto her side facing the door while she waited for JC's return. It had been a long day, first with work and then the sexual marathon he had put her through. Topped that off with the late night conversation with Malinda the night before over what she should and shouldn't do on the date, and she was afraid she'd be sound asleep before he made it back.

Snuggling into the pillow with the sheet tucked around her shoulders, she could smell faint traces of JC causing her to smile unconsciously. She wasn't sure if it was his soap, shampoo, deodorant or after shave, but whatever it was she'd be content to smell it forever.

Forever.

Her eyes shot open. There was that damn word again. Her fingers clenched and unclenched in agitation. There was no such thing as forever. She knew that, had lived it, but that still didn't make her heart beat less excitedly at the thought.

Just as she was mentally cautioning herself to slow down, Nicole caught the faint sound of a door opening and closing and a minute later watched as JC strode into the bedroom with her bag in hand. The smile on his face warmed her insides and her head turned to follow his path to the dresser.

I wonder if I can keep my hands to myself long enough for you to unpack?

Her eyes widened at his words, her head shaking. "Um, JC...," she began before trailing off unsure how to approach things. Swallowing she continued, "I really don't have enough with me to unpack, but thank you for the offer."

Her brain seemed to freeze, no other words wanting to form as they looked across the room at each other. Nicole wished she knew what JC was thinking, but for once his open face seemed strangely closed.
 
He looked at her a moment and saw the weariness in her eyes and generally through out her body. Slowly he nodded and said, "That's okay, baby. In time more stuff will make it's way here. As it does, I will make room for you, and your items."

He headed into the bathroom after stepping out of the running shorts and brushed his teeth. He returned to the bed and sat next to her and said, "I am glad you are staying."
 
That's okay, baby. In time more stuff will make its way here. As it does, I will make room for you and your items.

Nicole had to bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at JC's proclamation even as his use of baby made her want to sigh. He made it all seem so very certain that there would be more opportunities for her to be here in his apartment. The part of her that knew what it was like to struggle to simply function after Jason died wanted to jump up and flee from the apartment, clothes or no clothes, terrified of going through something similar because of JC. At the same time, there was a part of her that wanted so badly for that to be true, the part that wanted him to lie down beside her, wrap her tightly in his arms and tell her that forever wasn't impossible.

She managed to get him a rather tremulous smile, but was unable to say anything less to hear the mixup emotions that were swirling in her head. Thankfully, he didn't seem to require a verbal response before he turned, stripped off his clothes and entered the bathroom. Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and debated whether or not she should make an excuse for why she needed to go, but everything she came up with smacked of a cowardly retreat.

It wasn't until JC sat on the edge the edge of the bed and spoke that Nicole realized he was out of the bathroom. I am glad you are staying.

"I almost didn't," she admitted before adding sheepishly, "I'm trying hard not to run out even now…" Forcing a brighter tone to her voice, she asked, "I don't suppose I could take a quick shower, could I? I'm feeling a little sticky."
 
It almost broke JC's heart when he heard her say that she was struggling not to run. He hoped that he kept his face neutral but wasn't sure if managed or not. When she asked about a shower his preoccupation with her need to run distracted him enough that he merely nodded and said, "Sure thing."

He stood from the bed and helped Nicole from it. As he walked side by side with her toward the bathroom he whispered a nearly awestruck "Damn " as her tits swayed heavily. Not for the first, or last, time he wondered what it would be like to suck milk out of them.

He pulled a pair of towels from the cabinet for her and quipped, "Want company?"
 
Nicole wasn't completely positive, but it seemed like a cloud passed over JC's face, a cross between hurt and sadness before he wiped it clear of any emotion for the second time. He was clearly thinking about something when she asked about the shower, and she thought she'd have to request the question again when he nodded. Sure thing.

Pushing himself to his feet, JC turned and held out his hand, waiting for her to get untangled from the sheet. She placed her hand in his and let him help her to her feet, carefully averting her eyes from his nakedness. She almost dissolved into a fit of nervous giggling as she noted the differences in their attitude towards nudity. He seemed to be perfectly content to strip free from his clothes whenever he had an excuse, where she'd be sporting the high necked full quilted nightgown she had teased Malinda she was packing if she hadn't done a virtual pinky swear that she wasn't.

Following JC into the bathroom, Nicole tried not to fidget while he pulled out two towels from the cabinet. Perhaps she wouldn't feel so self conscious were she wearing a robe, but even though she knew she had a passable body, she still felt apprehensive every time he looked at her.

Want company?

A small voice in the back of her head was actively lobbying for a repeat performance in his shower, but she knew she was dead on her feet. She just wanted a quick shower to wash her key and hair, and then it was pajama time.

"I'm not planning to take a long shower" she said, looking up at him apologetically, "I'm really drained all of a sudden."
 
While he could not have guessed at what the exact verbiage would have been, JC knew that the answer was going to be some firm of no. Having heard the expect he smiled at her and pulled the door closed behind him as he exited the bathroom.

He looked down at the bed and considered changing the sheets for her, ultimately deciding against it. After all he had every intention of a morning romp or three with her. He grinned at the thought of waking up with her.

The more present question wad how would he go to sleep with her in the bed with him? She was very beautiful and he had just begun to explore her and the list of things he wanted to do with her was extensive. Just thinking about it was bringing him to a state of arousal. He walked to the window and looked out over the courtyard of the apartment complex thinking about taking her from behind while she was pressed against the glass. The imagery was vivid and mouth watering.

He heard the door to the bathroom open and he turned toward her with a smile on his face and a jutting staff from his loins. "Hi beautiful, " he said.
 
Once JC had left, Nicole started the water, fighting against disappointment that he had actually left. Chiding herself for being contrary, she reminded herself that she was the one that all but shooed him away.

Thankfully it didn't take long for the water to warm up before she was able to step into the spray and proceed to soak her hair. The hot water felt wonderful but it also seemed to continue to drain what little energy had left, forcing her to move as quickly as her sluggish body would allow.

Despite her sleepiness, Nicole finished her shower in record time. Wrapping her hair up in one towel, she dried off with the other before enfolding her body in the damp cloth. JC might be comfortable with traipsing around naked, but she wasn't.

Wishing she had thought to snag her pajamas on her way to the bathroom, she made sure the ends of the towel were securely in place before exiting the bathroom. She didn't see JC right away, and she thought at first that perhaps he had wandered out to the other room. The minute he spoke, she realized he was still in the room over by the window and looked in that direction.

Nicole stumbled when she caught sight of JC's current condition, and she nearly lost her towel in the process of regaining her balance. She blushed and made sure she kept her gaze above his waist as she muttered something about needing to grab her pajamas.
 
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"No," he said firmly without a trace of doubt in his mind or in the one syllable. "You do not need clothes."

He walked over to her and gently pried her fingers from the towel letting it flutter to the floor around her ankles. "Nicole, you are far too beautiful to be covered up all the time."

His eyes slowly swept over her body as her drank in her abundant beauty. "Art should be seen and appreciated not hidden away."

His eyes finally arrived at her uncertain liguid honey orbs and he kissed her gently. "I promise to let you sleep tonight with out being mauled by me. "

His grin turned mischievous as he replied, "No promises about in the morning though."
 
No. You do not need clothes.

Nicole looked at JC in surprise, wondering why he'd go get her bag from the car if she wasn't going to slip into her pajamas. She never slept in the nude. 'Well except for the other night with him, but I don't remember taking my clothes off in the first place,' she thought.

Her fingers tightened on the towel as he walked towards her, his stride purposeful. One hand covered hers, while the other tugged on the towel until it slipped out of her fingers and fluttered to the floor, causing a small squeak to slip past her lips.

Nicole, you are far too beautiful to be covered up all the time.

Making a soft scoffing sound, Nicole would have stooped down to retrieve the towel had he not continued to hold her hand. She felt a wave of heat sweep over her when he pulled her hand to the side and looked her over, the almost possessive look in his eyes causing her legs to tremble.

She wasn't sure what he saw in her eyes that caused his to soften before leaning in and kissing her, but the kiss nearly finished off her legs causing her to rock unsteadily on her feet. She breathed a little easier when he indicated that sleep, and just sleep, would be on the agenda shortly.

No promises about in the morning though.

Nicole shook her head, smiling in spite of herself at the look of pure mischief he gave her. The way she was feeling she doubted she'd be able to do anything anytime soon, her body unfamiliar with such enthusiastic activity.

"Good luck with that," she admitted, smiling self consciously, before adding, "I have a feeling I'm going to need a lot of sleep."
 
JC gave her a lopsided grin and muttered, "Oh yeah. Gonna hammer you senseless. "

He saw a blush creep across her which brought another smile to his. "One day you will understand better how I feel and how I see you."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Nicole close delivering the softest kiss he knew how to give. His hands caressed her back and ass gently as he deepened the kiss. As he felt himself stirring again for her, JC broke off the kiss and whispered, "If you are going to sleep we better stop that for now. "
 
Nicole decided that there was something about JC's smiles that made her completely lose her mind. Whether lopsided or full on, they made her weak at the knees and tempted her to throw herself at him, begging to help her stop thinking.

None of which made any sense as Malinda was the adventurous type, not her. Malinda had the hot and stormy sessions where she was more a light drizzle kinda girl. Malinda talked about being screwed senseless, she was always sensible.

Smiling when JC pulled her into his arms and pressed her to him, Nicole sighed softly when he kissed her, thinking after a moment that his kisses might be even more dangerous than his smiles, especially when she was nestled so closely against him. The more they kissed, the harder it was the remember how tired she was, especially when he cupped her bottom in his hands and pressed her so intimately to him she was surprised he didn't slip inside.

If you are going to sleep, we better stop that for now.

She had to blink a couple of times when he broke off the kiss, torn between telling him that perhaps she didn't need sleep after all and knowing she was probably minutes away from an all out crash.

In the end, her sensible side won out as she nodded slowly and said in a voice that was clearly drowsy, "Probably best... might just fall asleep standing up."
 
JC nodded and led Nicole over to the bed and pulled the sheet back for her. He resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to run his fingers alon the crack of her ass and maybe into her snug vaginal again.

Dropping the sheet over her, he leaped across the bed and plopped down next to her almost vaulting Nicole out of the bed. He grinned as she settled back into place and asked, "Again?"
 
Nicole would have giggled about the way JC took her by the wrist and led her to the bed, but the act of putting one foot in front of the other seemed to be sucking up what little energy she had left. She swayed unsteadily as he pulled the sheet back for her and slipped in before she ended up on the floor.

Murmuring her thanks when she felt the sheet pulled over her, she turned to her side and closed her eyes, burrowing her head more deeply into the pillow. JC's sudden plop onto the bed and her resulting near catapult off caused her eyes to shoot open in alarm and a startled gasp to tumble from her lips.

Again?

For the briefest of moments, Nicole actually thought JC was talking about his trampoline routine before her tired synapses clicked to form the realization of what he was likely talking. Her lips twitched as she thought, 'Goodness, even bunnies must rest every now and then.' Her hand reached out and stroked his shoulder, an unconscious gesture of supplication, before she responded with a soft "Uncle?"
 
JC's eyes widened as a smile crept across his face. His voice full of shock as he stage whispered, "Uncle? You ARE a kinky little girl aren't you!?!"

He leaned over and kissed her whispering, "Not my normal rileplay, but, if you want it that way, why not? "
 
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