Running Scared

It was almost midnight, and Jayde had yet to finish sorting through all of the letters that had come in by mail. She’d spent the last hour separating the letters sent to her from the ones for her boyfriend, writing back to the owners of Le Café and had been in the middle of trying to reply to a letter sent by one of her clients at the mechanics shop when the first ring had occurred. She’d picked up, and had spent the next hour trying to convince her mother she was alright, living in the City. Couldn’t exactly say you were safe to walk down your own street, but since when had that stopped her.
After the long and tedious conversation about her life with her mom, she’d looked back down at her letters but had been interrupted by yet another ring. It had been a telemarketer.
It had taken her only a couple of minutes to explain that she didn’t want to purchase their ‘new and improved’ cable set-up.
She’d spent a moment after hanging up to watch the phone, daring it to make a sound. When it hadn’t she sighed in a content state and had continued on with her work.
It had taken almost half an hour for the next caller, whom she’d quickly gotten rid of, and another five for her phone to ring again.
She’d been highly annoyed by then, and had decided to resolve the ringing problem by yelling at the telemarketer and nearly ripping the phone cord out of the wall.

Sitting down in cross-legged position on the floor with all of her papers and supplies around her, Jayde picked up the black daffy and tweety coffee cup that was beside her thigh and took a swig of her raspberry chai tea. It would take her forever to reply to all of these letters, and with a quick glance at the clock, she decided it was time for bed.

She quickly slipped out of her cotton pullover and her blue low-rise jeans, and was grabbing her silk black pajamas when someone walked through the bedroom door.

Missing practice is definitely frowned upon by the coaches. Especially for a first string quarterback, not to mention the he was also the team's captain. The worse part of the matter was he hadn't ditched that practice for anything in particular. There'd been nothing important to do for the dragons or anything like that, he'd just needed a break from football. So when they were asking him why'd he missed it, Lyle had to bite his tongue and keep from saying 'because I felt like it' just to piss them off. He certainly hadn't needed them any more angry than they'd already been. Their anger was the reason he was just getting home as the clock was already counting in to the next day.

Lyle wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and collapse, which was just what he planned to do since he'd sucked it up an showered at school. The showers on campus after dark were pretty ... well, creepy. They were deserted and tended to be a favorite of psycho killers in the movies, so how could you blame him? You'd never hear him admit this aloud though and risk what was sure to be a severe hit to his masculinity. So, if asked, he'd always say they were closed or out of order or whatever reasonable believable excuse he could think of to justify his decision.

Reaching the apartment, he entered, and tossed his bag on the couch because no homework was getting done tonight. He was tired, and most of all, sore as hell from the 'extended' practice he'd been forced into as consequences for his unexcused absence. The bedroom was the next stop and was greeted with quite the pleasant sight as he got there. "Hey," he greeted, leaning against the door frame, ignoring the pain in his shoulder that such an action made worse.

She turned and ceased dressing. Modesty had never been an issue to Jayde. At least not with her man.
Placing her right hand on her hip, Jayde raised an eyebrow. ”Where were you?” she asked.
She hadn’t meant to lace the question in malicious pitch, she’d just meant to cover the hint of worry in her tone. She’d never worried about Lyle before. Then again, she’d never really had to.

"Nice to see you too," he muttered, pushing himself off the door frame with a soft groan that repeated as he started to take off his jacket. He purposefully delayed answering her question, not because he had anything to hide, but he wasn't really appreciating the accusation. Sure, it wasn't an outright accusation but her tone was enough to tell him that she was suspicious. The smart thing to do would be to immediately reassure her by telling her about the whole practice situation, but it's hard to be smart when you're hot headed. Her tone combined with his hellish evening activities were reaching the point of being able to piss him off.

He hung his coat in the closet, still debating on how to answer her question. Cooperating with interrogations had never really been his style, so he opted for the smart ass approach. "Out," he stated, with his back turned, hiding the smirk on his face, but not out of his voice.

She’d known the minute he’d turned his back to her that he wouldn’t tell her where he’d been. With a small sigh, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be pushy, I’ve just…..been worried.” She admitted, hesitantly.
She blew lightly on his neck, knowing it was one of the most sensitive spots on his anatomy. He could cringe, but she knew it turned him on.
“I guess I should give my big football player a break when he first walks in the door.” Kissing the sensitive spot she added, “I just eat. Leftovers are in the fridge if you’re hungry.”
She walked back to the bed, where she’d left the silk pajama tank and pulled it over her head before taking multiple pillows that had been piled on the bed and throwing them on the ground. With a huff, she climbed into the King sized bed, waited to see what Lyle would do.

Worried about what? The thought put him somewhere between being angry and feeling guilty. He did cringe, but it was instinctual and after all this time, she'd know it wasn't a bad thing. "Just a little one," he suggested quietly, before shaking his head at the offer of food. No late night eating for Lyle because he had to watch his eating habits. Lyle wasn't the biggest guy around, which wasn't exactly the best thing for football, but he was fast, mobile and that counted for a lot on the field. He reached down and pulled the hem of his shirt over his head before tossing it aside. Next were his shoes as he braced himself against the closet door with one hand while removing his boots and, subsequently, socks with the other.

Lyle moved to the side of the bed, working on removing his watch and then setting it on the night stand, repeating the same action after pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. "Coach went ballistic on me for missing a practice, made me stick around and run drills until he was satisfied I wouldn't do it again." He finally explained, letting the guilt of making her worry win over what could have turned into angry. He let out another light groan as he lowered himself on to the bed, sighing in comfort as laid on his back against the soft surface. If there was one thing Lyle knew about relationships, it was to never go to bed angry. That could turn out to be a sure fire kiss of death to the strongest couples.

She wouldn’t have pestered him but was glad that he had told her. Now that she knew, it was in mind for the next late night.
She’d never always been clear with him, and it wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, but she’d never been and didn’t know if she ever would be sure of his being faithful. Jayde had never cheated on him and never would, but she’d made clear from the beginning that she wouldn’t stand for him being with another woman while they were together. He knew she had a temper, as she knew he did. She used it rarely with him, unless he provoked her to it, and if it came down to it she could be just as viscous as he in the most desperate of times.
She rested on his chest lightly. “So, you’ve got to be sore. Tell me where it hurts, baby,” she said, trailing kisses over his neck as she worked her way up to his hard yet yielding lips. Trying not to hurt him, she worked him from head to waist. Moving her hands and lips over him like he was her only lifeline. If he was in the ‘mood’, he’d let her know, in the mean time she continued her search for more skin to cover.

It would have been very easy for Lyle to be tempted by other women. There was no shortage of females who were attracted to him. No, they were attracted to what he represented as a college athlete; an easy future. That knowledge is what kept him faithful to Jayde when faced with such overwhelming opportunities to stray. Lyle didn't feel the need to worry about ulterior motives with her, he trusted the woman who'd been there since high school. They had a definite history together that wasn't worth jeopardizing for some quick fuck with a random girl.

This was why her suspicions tended to irritate him to the fullest. He'd never done anything to warrant them and yet, every now and then, he sensed distrust from her. It wasn't enough to drive him to cheating ... yet anyway, but if she kept it up, well, Lyle couldn't guarantee he wouldn't incriminate himself just to spite her. But for now, she was doing a great job of making up for her slightly harsh tone from before. "Everywhere ..." he murmured, smiling as he let her continue traveling his body, his own hands beginning to mimic her actions, sliding up the smooth skin gracing her thighs.

She shivered, the feeling of his fingers on her skin was magnificent. It seemed like she hadn’t felt his touch in a harshly long time. It made her feel so great she never wanted him to stop. She knew that it would come to an end, but hated to think about it, so dwelled on the present and on making it last as long as it could.
“Why don’t you take these jeans off, so I can…..make.….it all…..better,” she said between kisses, and almost groaned as she sat up to aid him, and found how sexy a man could look when flustered with the challenges of taking your pants off while laying down.
“Here, let me.” Straddling him now, she tortured him with sweet and seductive kisses as she tried to remove his jeans ever so slowly. What could she say, she was a sucker for his mouth. She always had been.
When she finally managed to crank them off of him, she took a moment to enjoy the view. He sat looking up at her, covered only in boxers and cold, hard muscle. “Enjoy being clothed while you can, because it will be the last time you have clothes on for a long while,” she was surprised with herself when she let a small giggle escape from her lips. She wasn’t much of a giggler, but had not been able to control the realisation of what she’d be doing most of the weekend.

Lyle certainly didn't need to be told twice, his hands immediately moving to work on his pants, but backing off at she offered to take care of the nuisance for him. He might have complained at the tortuously slow pace that accompanied her undressing techniques, but his mouth was quite busy indulging itself with her soft lips. Since she had taken over the removal of his pants, his own hands busied themselves, touching her thighs, fingertips brushing from outer thigh to inner thigh.

He simply smirked in response, enjoying what sounded like it was going to be very promising. The funny thing was, it was probably going to end up with him even more sore than when he'd come in after practice. There were no complaints on his part though, none at all. His hands moved up to the top of her thighs, heading to her waist, up her torso, caressing the skin underneath her silk top.

Jayde was glowing with excitement, and it took all of her willpower not to take him then and there. She had to make this last, for both of them.
She had decided not to remove the last of his clothing yet, but let her hands roam over his torso. How was it that the smell of a long, unpleasant work out could be so appealing. You’d think she’d be repulsed by the smell, but it only made her want him more.
She deepened her kisses, and moaned as his fingers continued to probe, moving onto her shirt now. She wanted it off! She couldn’t stand very many barriers between them now. Stripping the shirt off of her body, she was over him now in only thin lace. She had no doubt he would have it off of her shortly.
Resuming the kiss, she pulled him on top of her and waited for the best.

Her faith was well placed, however, Lyle was going to leave that little bit of clothing just a bit longer. He let his finger travel up the lace fabric at her hip, over her stomach, and then, boldly, between her breasts, to her chest. Breaking from the kiss, he moved along her skin, to her chin, and then her neck. Following the trail his fingertip made, he kissed ever so carefully between her breasts, feeling almost relived as he got to her stomach, her hip, and eventually her lovely legs. He looked up at her, lightly rubbing her instep, his hands, slipping up to her knees...and with infinite care, guided them further apart. Lyle planted soft, reassuring kisses along her thighs, moving steadily upwards. He let his tongue graze along her inner thigh, tasting the soft skin...and then he was there, pressing his lips against the covering, lightly sucking at the fabric.

When he began to move down her body, her blood sizzled. Matching his kisses, she ran her hands through his soft blond hair.
Her eyes grew wide as he made his way up her thighs, till the stinging moment his lips touched the thin material that covered her most sensative spot.
She bucked, unable to take the pressure. The feeling was greater then.....well, when it came to sex with Lyle, the feeling was always greater then.
A moaned slipped from her lips, and she had a sudden urge to fight him. She pushed her legs slightly and nearly pulled away from him. She could play, could he?

Lyle wasn't really the type who turned away a challenge. Especially not one that had such a great reward should he succeed. She almost pulled away and he responded with a small grin before proceeding as if nothing had happened. He lightly rubbed his tongue back and forth, against the lace, feeling her nerves dance, reaching his hands up, and taking her hands, he set them on top of his head. With a small smile he went forward with deliberate, slow motions, massaging his way up her thighs, and moved the patch of material away from her flower.

My gosh, the excitement was torturous. She couldn’t help but move slightly towards him after the removal of the one tantalising barrier that lay between them.
“Please,” she sighed slowly, “Don’t stop! It feels so good!” Something she always been a bit uncomfortable with around men had been talking dirty. Before she’d met Lyle she’d thought the idea barbaric and rather off. But after they’re first night together nothing had ever been the same. She was completely safe of his taunts in the future, even though she thought she might sound like a complete corny idiot, he never mentioned it or teased her about it. She could never feel like an idiot around Lyle. Not when he touched her like this.
She strained to meet him, trying to keep from pushing him into her, and gently messaged his head as they began to be a unit again.
She could always trust that in bed everything would go away, all of the worry, the wonder, everything would just disappear and she just knew, knew with all of her heart, that he had only touched her. Only her.