Vacation: All He Ever Wanted

A/N: Oops, sorry it took so long. Just a busy couple of weeks. Thanks to my reviewers!

If you like Mike, you\'re probably going to enjoy this chapter.

Lisistrata: I really had no idea I wasn\'t describing all the surroundings, thanks for pointing that out. And you\'re write, Jason is a crazy character, but he and Savannah both have issues that (in my mind anyway) explain their behavior. Some of Jason\'s will come out this chapter, and some next chapter; most of Savannah\'s will be explained when I tell why she got her neck shoved in that anthill.

~*~ Savannah\'s POV ~*~

My hands were shaking while I sat on the edge of the tub and waited for it to fill up. It only had one side against a wall, and directly in front of it was the door. On one side of the door was the sink, and the other side was a closet with towels and candles and various bathroom accessories. The bottles Jason had filled with dishwashing soap were sitting on the sink, and next to my feet were real bath soaps Mike had brought along with him.

I swallowed hard and nervously ran my fingers through my ponytail. Mike had just left for the store about two hours ago, and he\'d given me strict instructions to get Jason clean. I sighed and tossed my head back, dreading the task in front of me. This was going to be like bathing a dog.

Jason wasn\'t in the happiest of moods. He\'d down a hefty dose of cough medicine and was still curled up in bed, refusing to even look at me. He\'d shivered when I kissed his shoulder but it could\'ve been chills; he said he was cold even though his fever was still 102.5. Mike said it probably wouldn\'t go down much for a day or two, and in the meantime Jason was going to be cranky. Something about being embarrassed about being so weak in front of me…

I rested my chin in my hands and stared at the water. I had told Mike about overhearing his conversation with Jason. Maybe it was stupid of us, but we both still believed in Jason. After thinking it over, Mike was convinced that Jason was still a good person, but the men in his family had a long history of not handling breakups well. Mike said that Jason was probably so afraid of losing me he didn\'t want to risk it, and instead was trying to push me away.

I didn\'t know about that, but I did know one thing… with Jason sick, it was a great opportunity to endear myself to him. And not one I was going to give up easily. Jason was going to get in this tub if I had to lead him at gunpoint.

Luckily, though, that wasn\'t the case. The sound of a sneeze made me turn around, and I saw Jason leaning up against the doorway, clutching a blanket around his shoulders. He looked at the bath distrustfully and sneezed again, his knees giving way at the force. Sitting on his legs on the floor and shivering, he looked pretty pathetic. I sighed and turned the taps off before walking over to him.

\"Come on,\" I murmured, bending down. I slid my arm around his waist and he reluctantly leaned on me. I couldn\'t let him know how bad he looked, I told myself. He couldn\'t think that I thought he was weak. I grit my teeth and helped him walk over to the tub.

When he dropped the blanket I froze, startled. I thought he\'d been wearing the boxers Mike brought for him the night before, but he was stark naked. He stepped into the tub and lowered himself into the water without my help, thankfully since I couldn\'t seem to move. I stared at the back of his head for a minute before shaking myself. Licking my lips, I quickly sat down on the corner of the tub and fiddled with some knobs. The jets turned on and Jason visibly shuddered. He slid farther down so only his head was above the water.

\"Do you feel better?\" I asked, running my tongue over the roof of my mouth. My mouth had gone dry when Jason had dropped his towel and I couldn\'t seem to get it wet again. He grunted and didn\'t move. I picked up the shampoo bottle and squirted some of it into my palm. He hadn\'t seemed to notice all I was wearing was a white oversized t-shirt, which annoyed me a little. Yeah, he was sick, but he had enough Dayquil in him to pep up NYC.

He cleared his throat. \"Um, yeah,\" he said, awkwardly shifting himself so I could put my hands in his hair. He tilted his head back and I gently worked my fingers against his scalp, the whole time cringing because I knew I wasn\'t as good a masseuse as he was. He shifted a bit in the water. \"So… about last night… you know, Mike and I weren\'t…\"

I giggled in spite of myself and almost slipped into the water. Jason turned around to glare at me. I bit my lip and looked down, blushing, my giggles dying in my throat. He was angry, and the look in his eyes was frightening. I reminded myself he was too weak to do anything, even with the cold medicine backing him up. \"Mike and I weren\'t doing anything together, Savvy. He… walked in on me with my eyes closed and just startled me.\"

\"The way he tells it,\" I said softly, eyes trained on the bubbling water, \"you were… touching yourself.\"

Jason was quiet for a second before turning his back to me. He leaned back so his hair touched the water, and I cautiously reached over to rinse the shampoo out. I cursed myself. I never should\'ve mentioned what Mike said, but picturing him giving Jason a blow job was just too funny. \"Are you hungry?\" I asked, trying to move past the moment. \"You didn\'t eat breakfast…\" I reminded him. \"Do you want something special for lunch? I can call Mike\'s cell before he gets to the store and have him pick up anything you want.\"

\"I\'m fine,\" he said.

A red plastic cup was floating in the water, I filled it to the brim. \"Close your eyes,\" I ordered Jason, waiting a second before pouring the water over his head. I washed the rest of the shampoo out of his hair and waited for him to say something, anything, but he didn\'t. \"Mike said…\" I bit down on my tongue. \"He said there were pictures on your nightstand… but he couldn\'t see what was in them…\"

Jason sighed heavily and he picked up the bar of soap before I could. He lathered his hands up and started to clean himself, and I put my hands in my lap. The soap floated towards me and I hesitated before picking it up. \"Jason… come on, let me do that,\" I said, touching the bar to his shoulder.

He flinched. \"I can do it myself,\" he protested.

I grabbed his shoulders and spun him to face me. \"Why won\'t you let me take care of you?!\" I snapped, narrowing my eyes. I was breathing hard and felt my fingers trembling but I kept my lock on him as firm as I could. He stared blankly at me for a second, and when he didn\'t answer I let him go, stood up, and took a couple steps backwards. My eyes were watering but I didn\'t want to cry now. \"Damnit Jason you\'re sick, you wouldn\'t be able to sit up now without the cough medicine, why won\'t you let me take care of you? I\'m you\'re girlfriend, right? Right?\" My voice was shrill and I put my hand over my mouth to stop it.

Why did I ask him that? Why? \"Savvy, baby…\" he murmured. In other words, No.

\"Don\'t lie!\" I yelled, stomping my foot on the tile floor. It was white with gray swirls and covered the walls, it even made up the sides of the tub and the sink. \"I heard you and Mike talking, okay?\" Why the hell was I spouting all this? I didn\'t want him to know that I knew, but it hurt too much to keep inside. \"All this is just casual to you, huh? Well it\'s very serious to me, Jason! I want to take care of you! Why won\'t you let me?!\"

He bristled. \"So you\'re not going to let me explain myself, are you?\"

\"Don\'t put words in my mouth!\"

He leaned over the edge of the tub and grabbed the bar of soap I\'d dropped. \"How much did you hear?\" he asked, sliding into a corner of the tub. He rested his head on the one wall the tub touched and held the soap out. When I didn\'t move he sighed and lifted his hand. \"You wanted to take care of me, right? Come over here,\" he said. Tears in the corners of my eyes, I slowly walked over to him and took the soap from his hand. He closed his eyes while I lathered his chest up, my hands still shaking. \"How much did you hear?\" he asked again.

\"Enough,\" I said, brushing bubbles over his upper arm. Damn! Why did he have to be so toned? I could feel my resolve weakening already and it was very difficult to keep my hands from moving to his nipples. We were both silent for a few minutes. I cleaned the parts of him above the water, his shoulders, some of his chest, and his neck.

He suddenly chuckled. \"Scared you won\'t be able to control yourself if you move lower, Savvy?\" he asked. I didn\'t answer and lifted one of his arms out of the water to scrub the rest of it. He stared at me the whole time, the fire in his glare contrasted sharply by how pale the fever and coughing had made him. \"You can\'t deny you\'re attracted to me,\" he said after a minute went by. I moved around the tub to get access to his other arm. He swallowed and closed his eyes for a minute, strained. \"Were you going to try and seduce me, Savvy? You should\'ve worn something skimpier. You know I like to see more skin than that.\"

My face flushed and he smirked, seeing he\'d embarrassed me. I hated him for that. \"Mike says you\'re scared,\" I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. \"Your dad had a nervous breakdown when your mom served him with divorce papers, and your brother tried to commit suicide when his fiancé left him,\" I said, remembering everything that Mike had told me. I hoped he was right about this, or I\'d feel really stupid. \"He says you don\'t think you can handle losing a woman you care about, and you\'re trying to stop yourself from caring about me by pushing me at other men.\"

Making a little moaning noise, Jason put his hand on my arm. \"Mike has some wild theories.\"

\"Is he right?\" I asked. He sighed. I inched as close to him as I could get without clambering into the tub. \"Jason… I promise, I will never, ever hurt you. I love you… please don\'t push me away,\" I pleaded, a couple tears spilling down my face. I sniffed and wiped them away with the back of my hand. He stared at the wall, refusing to face me. I grit my teeth and thought for a minute, determined not to lose him. \"I can… I can be just as aggressive as all those other girls you date,\" I said, reaching up to tighten my ponytail.

\"Don\'t joke, Savvy.\"

I swung my legs over the side of the tub and slowly slid them into the water. Jason glanced at me and his eyes ended up sticking as I pushed my legs farther into the bathtub until I was just sitting on the edge, the waterline reaching the bottoms of my knees. \"I\'m not joking,\" I said. \"I\'ll do anything you want me to, even be aggressive.\" I pushed my legs together and put my hands on my knees. \"Come here so I can wash your back,\" I said, smiling at him.

He did, and now that he didn\'t have anything to lean against, he was shaking. I kissed the top of his head and pressed my legs to his sides; his breath immediately sped up. \"Is this really casual to you? Do you really have no feelings for me beyond friendship?\" I asked, scrubbing his back with a sponge.

\"Would it be so bad?\" he asked, desperately. He was breathing hard. \"Being friends with benefits?\"

\"Would it be so bad to be in a serious relationship?\" I countered. I moved my hands further down his back and adjusted my legs so he could brace himself on me. He was being so damned stubborn. Why wouldn\'t he just give into it already? What was so scary about falling in love? \"Jason… admit you care about me. If you didn\'t, why would you have worked so hard to be affectionate? Why would you have said you loved me?\"

He huffed. \"What the fuck was I supposed to say? You didn\'t give me a choice.\"

\"You always had a choice. You could\'ve put me in my place.\"

\"Your place is in my bed!\" he snapped, spinning around. I blushed and a look of confusion passed over his face as he realized exactly what he\'d said. I combed some loose strands of hair behind my ears and looked down, quivering from head to toe. In his bed… damnit, that was the kind of stuff that really got to me. \"What the hell are you doing to me…\" he murmured, shaking his head. For a minute he turned was quiet and then he sighed again, moving his eyes away from me. \"Just finish the bath, Savannah,\" he said coldly. \"I want to go back to sleep.\"

I swallowed hard and moved my hands down to his hips. I ran the sponge over the small of his back. The bottom of my shirt was getting wet, but I didn\'t mind. The \'bed\' remark had made me all giggly and I couldn\'t help but start playing with his ear while I scrubbed his back. My tongue flicked his earlobe and moved over the rim, and I licked the cup and went back to nibble on the lobe while he shivered. My mouth went down to his neck and kissed the nape, and as my eyes closed I dropped the sponge and put my arms around his waist.

\"Savannah, stop,\" he growled, twisting away. He faced me and scowled, but he wasn\'t very threatening with dark circles under his eyes and the fire gone from his pupils. I sighed and hiked the hem of my shirt up, exposing my thighs. His eyes flickered and I spread my legs while I reached down to fish around for the sponge. \"Savannah, I am really sorry if I hurt you,\" he stuttered. \"You are my friend, I didn\'t mean to…\" He stopped and just stared up my shirt, making me applaud my decision not to wear a bra or panties.

Finally I found the sponge, and with it clutched in my hand I slid down into the bathtub, not bothering to take my shirt off or give Jason any warning. He looked away from me and I sidled up to him and pressed myself up against his side. He\'d pulled his knees up, which made it easy to reach down and stroke his calves. The jets made the hot water pound into my back and front, and overall it was a very relaxing sensation. I rested my head on Jason\'s shoulder and steadily worked my way up his legs, his breathing growing faster with every inch I moved.

It was amazing I was so calm, considering what I was thinking. I wanted nothing more than to jump him.

\"You\'re being stubborn,\" I told him, stopping at his thighs. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard, eyes focused on my fingers tapping his skin. Neither of us said anything, and I hugged him close. I pressed my face into his shoulder and inhaled. Even though he was weak from fever, I could still feel the strength lying in his muscles. He\'d said he didn\'t love me, but… maybe he was lying to himself, because he really was scared of being in a relationship.

His fingers touched mine and my heart leaped. I turned my palm up to hold his hand but he was just using my leg as a brace to help himself stand up. I gaped at him, startled, as he climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel. \"I\'m going back to bed,\" he mumbled, and he dried himself off as he left the room.

I sat in the middle of the tub, shocked. He\'d left? He\'d left? What was I supposed to do now? The sound of his door shutting echoed through the wall and tears sprang to my eyes again. I pulled my knees up to my chest and stared down, shaking all over. Soft whimpers came up from my throat and I wasn\'t able to stop them. I gasped a couple times, my fingers digging into my legs. This wasn\'t the way I had planned things! He was supposed to break down and admit how he felt about me! He was supposed to take back what he said!

Mike would\'ve admitted it, I thought angrily. He wouldn\'t be afraid of his emotions, he wouldn\'t go after me just so our friendship could have \'benefits.\' Well, okay, we did hug and cuddle a lot, and we kissed but it was just on the cheek. He held me sometimes but neither of us had made a move to push things any farther. Now I was stuck wondering why we never went any farther…

There was a knock on the door even though it was open, but I didn\'t look up. \"Savannah…\" Mike murmured. He hesitated before crossing the threshold and walking over to the tub. He sat down on the edge and stared at me. Clearing his throat, he gently stroked my hair and I ducked my head down farther to escape his touch. \"Why are you in the bath with a shirt on?\" he asked quietly. \"What happened, why are you crying?\"

\"I\'m not crying,\" I said, choking on a sob. I looked up at him and blushed. He\'d unbuttoned his shirt, and I could see he\'d taken off his shoes and socks. \"I just… slipped in… I was going to unplug the drain because Jason just got out and I slipped…\" My voice trailed off when I saw the expression on his face.

He raised an eyebrow at me and crossed his arms over his chest. \"Slipped in?\" he asked dryly. He stared at me for a minute, and when I turned away he put his hand on the corner of the tub so he could lean closer to me. The corner wasn\'t dry, though, and his hand slipped. I gasped as he fell into the tub, sloshing water all over me and the floor. He banged his head in the process and winced sharply.

\"Oh Mike, you big klutz,\" I murmured, pressing my palm to his scalp. A bump was already forming and he flinched at my touch even though it was light. \"See how easy it is to slip?\" I asked, glaring half-heartedly at him. Jason had left me hot and seeing Mike covered in water was making me squirm.

He tried to sit up and on the way, his head bumped into my chest. We both froze, our faces flushing dark red. Heat spread out from where his cheek touched my breast and it was horrible of me, but I didn\'t want him to move. My hand stayed in his hair, the softness of it startling me. We\'d hugged before, so naturally my chest had touched his, but it had never felt this… electric.

\"You\'re not wearing anything under there,\" he said, pulling away. It was meant to be teasing but… it didn\'t come out like that. His voice sounded rough and made me shudder. Our eyes met and my blush deepened. He\'d sat up but our legs were still touching, and he was so tall one of his arms practically encircled me. I knew that wearing a wet, white shirt, I might was well have been naked, but I didn\'t move to cover myself. In my defense, though, Mike didn\'t move to close his shirt or pull his leg away.

We both broke at the same instant, using the sides of the tub to pull ourselves up. I moved quicker than Mike, though, so my foot was the one to find the bar of soap on the bottom of the tub. I yelped and fell backwards. The only reason I didn\'t crack my head open was that Mike moved fast enough to catch me. \"Savannah…\" he stuttered, hands curled around my arms. He pushed me away but it was too late, my back had been pressed against his pelvis. And even if I\'d never felt it before, it was obvious that he was hard.

I practically jumped out of the tub after feeling that. \"Um… you can have the bathroom,\" I said, looking away from him. I picked up a towel and walked out of the room, taking care not to slip on the tile.

I locked my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, spending a minute to catch my breath. Yes, alright, I knew Mike was bi but… for the five months I\'d known him he\'d only dated men. Okay, five months wasn\'t much in the scope of things, but it had helped me to forget he was attracted to women, too. Suddenly all those times I\'d cuddled with him while we watched television took on a different light entirely.

Dripping on carpet wasn\'t that big of a deal, so I took my time drying off. I tried to stop thinking about how much physical contact Mike and I had, but I couldn\'t. Being affectionate had always just seemed like part of his personality, he did it with everyone. But… he had other friends who were girls, did he touch them as often as he touched me? I pressed my hand to my cheek and found my blush still hadn\'t faded. No, he did that with everyone. Just because he\'d been… hard… that didn\'t mean he lusted after me or anything.

Just as I started to lift my shirt over my head, the door opened. I quickly pulled it back down and held my towel in front of me like a shield. \"…Savannah?\" Mike asked.

\"You can come in,\" I mumbled, staring at the floor. When he did, I saw he\'d tied a big forest green towel around his waist and taken off his shirt. We glanced at each other and then looked down. \"You\'re going to have a bump on your head,\" I said, rocking back on my heels. I tried to laugh but my attempt failed miserably. The room was quiet for a few long, very awkward moments, and finally I cleared my throat. \"Did you… want something?\"

\"Did you talk to Jason?\" he asked, taking a few steps towards me.

I started drying off my face, letting the length of the towel hang in front of me and cover up my chest. \"Yeah. It… didn\'t go well. He was surprised I overheard what he said… you know…\" I was on the verge of babbling here. \"He didn\'t really respond when I asked him about being in a relationship… and he said your theory was wild.\"

Mike sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. \"That is the only thing that makes sense,\" he muttered. \"If he isn\'t trying to make sure he doesn\'t get hurt, he needs to be checked into a hospital. He has never let Rich come near one of his girls before, even his one-night stands.\" He ran his hand through his hair and looked around my room. It was definitely masculine, with navy curtains and sheets and dark furniture. The closet door was open, though, and Mike\'s eyes rested on the clothes Jason had bought for me. \"And he doesn\'t normally buy them anything but lingerie,\" he said, narrowing his eyes.

He walked over to the closet and started shifting through the clothes. \"He\'s gotten you a new wardrobe,\" he said, fingering the maroon silk dress Jason had insisted on. He turned around and stared at me. \"Did you guys have sex before he paid for all of this?\" he asked, frowning.

\"Well… I mean… we didn\'t really… have intercourse or anything… that was after…\" I mumbled. Mike was still frowning, though, and I rushed on to explain what had happened, smiling sheepishly at the whole thing. \"I made the mistake of letting him pack my suitcase… and he didn\'t like my clothes so you can imagine…\" I held the towel to my chest and wet my lips. My mouth was dry once again.

Mike stared at me. \"Jason has a tendency to treat his girls like whores,\" he said, sighing. \"He doesn\'t see women as below him, it\'s not like that, but he tends to give them gifts to make the parting easier on himself… and he never pays in advance, Savannah.\" His eyes flashed and he walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I tensed up, feeling his fingers pressing into my arm. I wanted to push him away, but he didn\'t seem to even notice what he was doing to me. \"You are special to him, I know it. We just have to make him accept that.\"

We? I shook my head. \"What do you want me to do, make him jealous?\" I asked. \"I tried that. It didn\'t work.\"

\"I want to see him with a girlfriend, Savannah,\" Mike said. \"I\'m tired of him pretending that all his one-week stands don\'t bother him. I thought maybe, with Cherry…\" He shook his head. \"But that was just physical.\"

I twisted my towel around my fingers. \"I don\'t think it was just physical, not for her,\" I said, thinking of the blonde stomping off to her office when Jason wouldn\'t pay attention to her leather corset. \"I think she cared about him,\" I said. There was supposed to be a party at the Haisley\'s the day we went… but it shrunk down to just them and us. Mrs. Haisley got a call after lunch, it\'d been Cheryl calling to cancel for herself and several others. I hadn\'t thought much of it at the time but Cheryl could\'ve been trying to get back at Jason for ignoring her.

\"She\'s surely gotten over it by now,\" Mike said, brushing it off. I didn\'t press the matter. \"Are you sure there\'s no way to make him jealous? Nothing he forbid you from doing?\"

I blushed. \'But I\'m warning you… What we did last night is my territory. You are not to let another man inside you, not like that. If I ever catch another man with his cock in your pussy, I will not hesitate to break his neck.\' Jason had spelled that out in less than subtle terms. That was something he would definitely get angry over. \"Well… he did tell me not to do something… but I\'m not willing to do it just to make him jealous,\" I said, looking up at Mike.

He grinned and kissed my cheek. \"You are amazing,\" he said. He hugged me, and I was startled enough to drop my towel. He stilled when my chest touched his, suddenly remembering that my shirt was wet and that was the only thing I had on. \"Savannah…\" He blushed but didn\'t move, and I could feel through his towel that he was still hard. The feeling literally made my mouth water.

Giving Jason a bath had worked me up, and this was not helping things. I didn\'t know what to do and just waited for Mike to fix this. He was staring at my chest and I knew he could see everything since it was wet. I looked down and mentally kicked myself: my nipples were hard. When he hugged me his grip normally seemed brotherly, but now I found one of my knees bending, and I pressed the inside of my leg against the outside of one of his. I was utterly confused, but… Mike still smelled like snow, and he was warm, and he looked good with his shirt off.

\"Is Jason a good kisser?\" he asked, his arms still around me. I nodded, but I didn\'t understand why in the world he was asking that. He pressed his hand to my face and made me lock eyes with him. The floor dropped out from under me; I would\'ve fallen if he hadn\'t been holding me. Oh, God, I thought. He\'d never given me a look like that before. My heart sped up and I realized I was holding my breath. There was something strong in his eyes, I didn\'t know exactly what, the only other place I\'d seen that was in Jason\'s eyes…

He waited a second before bending down. I saw what was coming before it happened… and I didn\'t try and stop it. I was closer with him than I\'d ever been with anyone. If I was going to do this with anyone but Jason, it\'d be Mike. And wasn\'t Mike considerate, compassionate? This had been just waiting to happen, hadn\'t it? I didn\'t have time to reason it out much after that.

He pressed his mouth against mine and I immediately closed my eyes. For a second, he didn\'t move, but when I didn\'t fight him he started a long, sweet kiss. I put my hands on his shoulders and he moved his palms down to the small of my back, his fingers massaging the base of my spine. He didn\'t break off for a while but when he finally did, he gave me a minute to breathe before starting again. The whole time I was shaking, my body heating up, and I cautiously caressed his back, exploring the outlines of his muscles with my fingertips.

The texture of his skin was smoother than I\'d expected. I let him take control of the kiss and lost myself investigating every inch of his back before moving my hands to his arms. He started sucking on my lower lip while I felt the curves of his arms, working my way up each one in unison. I lightly squeezed his arms and he shivered. His hands moved down and he started caressing the backs of my thighs, something unexpected but a pleasant surprise. I opened one eye, slightly, and saw that both of his were wide open. The sight sent a shock along my spine and I jumped a little.

He nudged me towards the bed, face buried in my hair. He stepped around me and sat with his back propped up against the headboard, silently pulling me down on top of him. I straddled his waist and pressed my chest up against his. He angled his head so he could kiss my temples, and he left a lingering kiss between my eyes before moving down to my chin, then back to my forehead, and finally he pressed his lips to my eyelids. Up until then I\'d kept my eyes open, and he kept his eyes open the entire time. It wasn\'t as unsettling as I thought it would be… in fact, it was kind of nice to watch him doing all of that.

When he moved his mouth back to mine, I took a deep breath and ran the tip of my tongue over his lips. He rubbed my sides while I did that, and kept doing it when I moved on to kiss his cheeks and forehead. My heart was racing and I\'d started to tremble again; I hadn\'t realized just kissing could be this exciting. Mike hadn\'t even attempted to open my mouth yet, his style was totally different from Jason\'s.

He pushed my head back and cupped my face in his hands for a minute. He used his thumbs to stroke my cheeks and then inhaled deeply while he inspected every millimeter of my features with his mouth. He wet his lips every couple of seconds, and I started stroking his chest, letting my fingers brush his nipples once in a while. Eventually he finished with my face and returned to my mouth.

After a couple of seconds he pulled the tie out of my hair and ran his fingers through the strands, the kiss suddenly intensifying. Our breath mingled warmly and he grabbed the back of my head and pressed me harder against his mouth; I started playing with his nipples and his tongue ran over my mouth once before begging entry. Palms flat against his chest, I braced myself before parting my lips for him. He eagerly took advantage of the opening, tousling my hair while his tongue stroked mine. He concentrated on the top before shifting to the sides, and every movement sent shivers through me. I continually had to remind myself to breathe, damnit, breathe! This would be a very unfortunate time to pass out.

Once he was finished with that, he moved his tongue up to the roof of my mouth and I tilted my head up to give him better access. One of his hands stayed planted in my hair, and the other slid down to my neck. He firmly ran his fingers over my throat, and I tried to ignore it by sucking on his tongue, but it was too much. I grabbed his wrist and moved it back to my hair, but it wasn\'t long before his fingers wandered back to my neck. It startled me enough that he was easily able to push my tongue to the floor of my mouth, and he chuckled softly at winning the little wrestling match we\'d had going. My fingers were shaking and I moved his hand back to my hair and kept it there for a long minute, making sure he got the message.

It wasn\'t as clear as I thought it\'d been. His mouth quickly moved to my neck and he started sucking and nibbling, and it shot the mood entirely. I moved my head out of his reach and shuddered. \"Mike, stop, not there…\"

\"Why not?\" he asked, running his tongue over his lips. His eyes were focused on my neck.

\"I don\'t like it when people touch my neck is all,\" I murmured.

\"You\'d know that if you ever watched her,\" Jason drawled.

I looked at the doorway so fast my head spun. Jason was leaning up against the doorframe, shirtless and simmering, his arms crossed over his chest. \"Mike why don\'t you leave us alone for a minute,\" he said, looking down at the floor. He\'d pulled on a pair of drawstring khaki pajama pants, and some of the color had returned to his face. Mike carefully slid out from under me and started to leave; Jason grabbed his shoulder when he passed him in the doorway. \"By the way, that prescription you got from the doctor really helped. Thanks,\" he said, glaring at his friend.

Mike patted his arm. \"You\'re welcome,\" he said, walking towards the stairs.

Jason stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. We stared at each other for a second before he came over and fingered my shirtsleeve. \"Still wet. Isn\'t that uncomfortable?\" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me. I started to open my mouth and he grunted. \"Guess you were a little distracted to notice things like that,\" he said. He dug his fingers into the hemline and yanked it over my head in one swift motion.

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked down, blushing, but he didn\'t do anything to me. He simply walked over to the laundry hamper and dropped the shirt inside. \"It\'s still early,\" he said, looking into my closet. \"Do you want to put on a dress or just go naked the rest of the day?\"

\"Jason, please,\" I begged. \"Don\'t say things like that.\"

He pulled a short denim dress out of the closet and threw it at me. It was shortly followed by a set of pink underwear, and he kept his back to me while I dressed. There were so many buttons going up the dress it took a few minutes, but he never once glanced over his shoulder to check my progress. When I was done I told him so and he turned around. He stared at me for a second before storming off. I heard him mutter, \"I should\'ve stayed in bed.\"

A/N: I already have lots of ideas for the next chapter, so hopefully it won\'t be as hard to write as this one was, and I\'ll get it out faster.