18 Breakfast

Watching Jackson make me breakfast is making me melt with his concentration. I'm playing with my phone, covertly taking some pictures while he cooks to try and catch how amazing he looks. 

Who am I kidding? How could a picture catch the way the light right now is highlighting his features, giving them a shimmering golden hue that give him a celestial aura? He seems to perfect for this world right now. I watch him plate our breakfast before joining me at the table where our juice and coffee already sit.

"Here we go." He flashes me a smile that makes my heart flutter and warmth spread through my me. 

"Thank you. This smells delicious." I remark as I begin to cut a bite. It was delicious. All of it was cooked perfectly, seasoned well, and soon I had cleaned my plate.

"Oh my goodness, thank you, Jacks that was exactly what I needed." I sit back, feeling satiated in more ways than one. The delicious ache between my legs and a full stomach makes me want to laze about today. Maybe I will let him pamper me all day.

"So what would you like to do, after we get these dishes done?" I raise a brow as I pick up my dishes to take to the kitchen.

Jackson chuckles, the sound is warm, silky and sweet, like hot caramel poured over ice cream. He joins me at the sink, suddenly seeming taller than before, but he's like a shelter more than an imposing structure. 

"There's a few things I would like to do, but.." oh, how does he make his voice low and sultry like that when he's so close?, "I think I should give it a break."

Heat envelopes my whole body, my sex pulses, even as I try to scoff, "You're quite salacious."

I coo at him, batting my eyes, "Are you like this all the time?" 

"I'm salacious?" He leans back in surprise, a hand over his heart, "Funny when I remember hearing someone asking for more not but a mere hour or so ago?" He chuckles as I avoid his gaze, busying myself with getting the dishes in the washer.

"Well, you were the one asking for breakfast..." I add.

His laughter rings throughout the house, "I did not hear any refusals." 

He's got me there. Damn it.

I finish loading the dishes up and turn to step away from the sink. Jackson pulls me against him, tipping my chin up to stare up into his warm, playful eyes.

"I find myself rather enamored with hearing the sounds you make when I am pleasuring you. Please forgive me if I must learn to reign back my fondness of fulfilling your requests." 

I feel more heat flood my face, "Now let's not get too ahead of ourselves..." I shy my face away from his roguish grin that makes his eyes sparkle with a devious glint. I push myself away from his chest still avoiding his gaze that is so intense I can feel it on my skin.

I clear my throat and suggest, "I'll go fix my hair and face. We should go somewhere fun together."

"Oh? Where would you suggest?" Jackson follows me upstairs as I start rattling off places I've wanted to go see, but never had anyone to go see them with.

"There's the museums, the aquarium, the arboretum, Meow Wolf..."

"Meow Wolf?" Jackson's breathy laugh has me pausing in front of my closet as I assess my outfit.

"Um.. yeah. It's like a giant piece of art you can walk through." I say, shrugging it off and reach for my gray, pleated skirt, that hung to just below the knee and a cream colored blouse with lantern sleeves. I was about to put on some lace underwear but Jackson interjects.

"Don't wear those. It's better for your discomfort to wear something plain or nothing at all so it can breathe if we're going to be walking around."

My jaw drops but I quickly snap it back up before shaking my head in bewilderment, "Why would you know something like that?" 

"I just looked it up on my phone on what I could do to help alleviate your discomfort." He waves his phone in his hand and I find myself touched and awkward. 

"Well... Um thank you, I don't know if I could go with out them all day in public though. I'll wear some loose shorts underneath then." I quickly go and start looking through my underclothes and don't think about what I'm doing. 

Jackson makes an odd sound when it hits me. 

I'm completely naked from the waist down, bent over in front of Jackson, my ass and scars exposed and shaking in front of him. Oh My Goodness! 

I grab the first pair of grey shorts I shoot up to stand.

 When did I become so comfortable to expose myself like that in front of him? Yeah, he's seen all of me, but still. 

I clear my throat as I quickly step into the shorts and realize how loose the legs are on them.

Oh well, my vagina should be breathing just fine today then. 

I turn to grab my skirt and Jackson is looking away from me, his face focused on his phone. 

"I purchased the tickets to the Meow Wolf place for us. Our tour time starts in about two hours." Jackson informs me as I slip into my skirt.

His face is at ease, relaxed, which soothes my anxiety over bending over in front of him. I pick out my shoes and carry them to the bathroom to finish getting ready. It doesn't take long before I'm happy with my hair up in a bun, face kept natural except for mascara and some color for my lips. 

"I'm ready." I grab my shoes, tossing my hair over my shoulder as I pass Jacks and head downstairs. Jackson follows behind me with a grin on his face. A sheepish and teasing grin that makes me remember when we were younger, before we built the club house and were looking for places to try and build one. He had teased me because I had been excited acting like it was a big adventure, walking in front of him while searching for a area clear enough of the thick heavy underbrush to try and build our clubhouse. 

The swishing shuffle of the dead leaves that litter the ground around us is almost deafening they're so thick. I keep on going, mad at Jacks for making me feel stupid for being excited about finding a spot to build us our safe haven. Where we could hang out when the weather sucked so we wouldn't be forced to spend it at home where we had to worry about our parents. I find some old abandoned metal barrels and rush ahead. 

"Jacks do you see these?!" I shout over my shoulder as I approach them. When I stop and don't hear the swishing or sound of crunching leaves, I scan the forest again. "Jacks?" 

I don't see him, hear him or know when I lost him. Throwing my head around like it was on a swivel I scream for him, "JACKS!" 

I start making my way back following the trail of stirred up leaves I had created, all the while, scanning for Jacks. Even little eight year old me knew he had to hear me calling for him.

"JACKS?!" I stop when I see the sides of the homes that border this area of the woods.

I don't want us to get in trouble if I'm yelling for Jacks like there's something wrong. But there is something wrong. He's not answering me.

"Jacks! Where are you?" I call out quieter making my way back through the stirred up leaves. "Jacks?!" 

Not sure where he went or how he disappeared like that, I got scared and began to cry.

"Jacks, where are you?" I sank into the leaves and just started bawling my eyes out. 

"Geez, Lita. I was just playing with you." Jacks voice comes out from behind me.

I jump up and shout at him, "Jacks! Where were you? You scared me you, you, snot faced, boot licker!" 

Jacks points to the old oak tree with the same sheepish and teasing grin that he's giving me now.

"What is that look for?" Jackson inquires, scanning me as I slipped on my shoes. 

"I'm sorry? What look?" His question had snapped me out of my trip in the past.

"The look that portrayed you were annoyed and upset with me." He states, confusion filling his features when I start laughing.

"Technically, I was annoyed and upset with you" I grab my purse, "but that was over twenty five years ago when we were looking for a place to build our clubhouse."

He's quiet as he recalls the instance and then lets out a breath through clenched teeth, obvious guilt entering into his eyes. "I remember that day now. Yeah, you were pretty upset with me. If I remember correctly you referred to me as a snot faced... boot licker?"

I snigger at the name that I had indeed called him as he opened the door to a different car, a Mercedez GLS. Jackson climbs in on the driver side and I'm feeling confused. 

"How and when did this arrive?" I ask.

"As soon as I purchased the tickets I asked my driver to have someone bring me this one." Jackson shrug, "Then he could go back with the other one and be off for the rest of the day."

"How many cars do you own?" I ask, feeling disapproval leaking out through my eyes as I wait for him to answer. 

"I own ten cars, four motorcycles, a jet, a yacht, a helicopter and a cabin cruiser as personal means of transportation. The company has.."

"I got it... show off.." I scoff, cutting him off making him laugh. 

"You asked. At least I didn't start telling you how many houses I own." 

I sneer at him, flipping him off, "Blah...blah.. blah.... I own..." I mock him, dramatically and we both end up chuckling. Jackson reaches out and takes my hand in his and just holds it. I stare at my hand in his, not shying away from the touch and affection. I never gave the little things like holding hands, teasing each other, much thought before. In my relationships before, it always felt ... odd. Forced on my end or it made me feel self conscious if we were out in public.

A thought runs through me though.