Chapter 22

LEAH’S POV

I was happy, Jason and I had somewhat of an argument but now thing were back to being great. 

Diner was amazing, chicken, rice and a salad.  Sitting at the table in front of each other and we just talked and laughed.   It was great.

Jason had told me that he spent the day handing out resumes to get a job.  He said some of them, the owners or managers, were nice and other not so much, certainly when they asked if he had any priors or a criminal record.  Then a lot of them would kind of say thanks but no thanks.  He was a little discouraged but still determined which I was really proud.  He said he would do the same thing tomorrow and the next day until he found something.

After diner, he told me he wanted to take a shower and get cleaned up, which made me laugh.  So I cleaned out the table, did the dishes and put the left over’s back into the fridge.

When he was done showering and getting dressed and all, he came back into the living room and laughed when he saw me playing my game with the ball.

‘What?’ I asked.

‘You’re funny.’ He said.

‘Why, because I’m having fun with a ball?’ I asked.

‘Yeah.’ He answered laughing. 

I knew there was a double meaning to his comment and mine but neither one of us said anything about it.

He sat on the couch next to me, and when the ball was coming back to me he caught it and stole it.  It happened fast, so I had to do a double take, then I looked at him and he had already through the ball back at the wall.

‘You did not just do that.’ I said, looking at him with shocked eyes.

‘Yup, what are you doing to do about it?’ he said chuckling.

I was a little speechless. 

So I didn’t move, watching him play but I kept counting, keeping track of the details of how he played.

After a few minutes, I knew I had a good shot so I moved a little on the couch but not so much to get his attention.

When he through the ball, my hand went fast to his side stomach and I squeezed once, to tickle him and get his attention off the ball.  It worked like a charm, he did this high pitch sound, of being tickled and taken by surprised at the same time.  His face turned to see me, and I didn’t look.  I brought my hand forward and caught the ball.

Once the ball was safely in my hands, I turned and looked at him and gave him a big smile.

‘You did not just do that.’ He used my words back at me.

‘Yup, what are you going to do about it?’  I answered back laughing.

He grabbed me, one arm at my back and one arm under my legs and he lifted me off the couch.  I yelped and wrapped my arms around his neck dropping the ball.

‘This.’ He said, and like a little kid started turning around in a circle.

I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck. 

When he finally stopped, I was so dizzy but so was he.  He practically couldn’t stand strait.  He put my legs on the ground and took my hands in his.

The floor, the walls everything was moving so I grabbed his hands like there was no tomorrow.

I couldn’t stop giggling and then he started laughing.  I let go his hands and tried to walk.

‘Careful’ I heard him say.

I did two steps before I hit the floor almost face first. 

‘Shit, you ok?’ he asked.

I was laughing so hard that my stomach was hurting.  Jason got close to me and wrapped his one arm around me and kissed me.  We rolled so I was on my back and he was on top of me between my legs.

So many thoughts were going through my head.  I knew we were going to have sex soon but the question was when. 

Our kiss was getting deeper, more intense and more urgent.  He pulled back his face, ‘that was hot, you taking control of getting your toy back.’ He said chuckling and shaking his head.

‘Thanks.’ I said proud of myself, it didn’t happened often that I could do that sort of thing…take control.  But when I did, I was happy, a sort of accomplishment.

He started to bring his face back down but then added, ‘tell me if it’s too much’ looking into my eyes.

‘Promise’ I answered.

His lips were back on mine.  My hands were on his sides while his closer to my face. 

I wanted his shirt off, so I did the only thing that came to mind.  I broke the kiss, he looked at my eyes.  My hands still on his side, I grabbed in one hands more of his shirt and moved it so he could feel it.

‘This off.’ I stated.

His eyes got big, ‘you sure?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, maybe not everything, but this,’ I said shaking the shirt again in my hand, ‘definitely.’

He gave me his million dollar smile and took of his shirt.  When I saw his chest, I took in everything.  Eye candy was not a good enough expression.

‘You ok?’ he asked.  Checking.

‘Yeah’ I answered him with a big smile.

I brought his lips back to mine and continued kissing.  My hands went everywhere they could, his back, chest, stomach… anytime I got somewhere I knew he liked his breath would hitch. 

I pushed him back a little, and he stopped kissing me.  I lifted my back off the floor and took off my shirt.  I figured he doesn’t have one on, I shouldn’t either.  When I got it off,  I through it somewhere and looked at him.

He was looking at my stomach, breast, my arms, making me think he was putting all this information into his long term memory.  I didn’t move, I had scars all over my body from my father’s beatings, I hadn’t thought about that before I took my shirt off. 

His eyes came back to mine, like he could read my mind he said, ‘You’re beautiful.’

I shook my head, I’d seen my body, it was anything but beautiful.

‘You trust me?’ he asked.

‘Yes’ I answered.

Slowly he gave me a tender kiss on my lips, then he moved so I opened my eyes to see, he kissed one of my scars on my stomach, then he’d move again and kiss another one.  I watched him do this with every scar he could see.  When he was done, he looked at me, and asked if I had anymore.  I just nodded my head.

‘Show me’ he simply said in a soft voice.

‘You have to get up though.’ I answered.

He moved off of me and I got up.  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  I reopened my eyes and turned to look at Jason.  When we had eye contact I started to undo my jeans, when they fell to the floor I kicked them away from me.  His eyes never leaving mine.  Next I took off my bra and threw that close to my jeans, I had scars on my breast. 

‘All scars?’ I asked him standing wearing only in my underwear.

‘I don’t want to force you.’ He answered.

I thought about it for a few seconds then decided and said, ‘might as well do them all now.’

With that said, I took off the last piece of clothes I had on.

Standing in front of him, completely naked, all scars on display and feeling vulnerable.  I showed him me, the only person who mattered to me, was now seeing me naked.

Jason still never once took his eyes away from mine got up and walked to me.  Once in front of me, his eyes asked if he could look and I just nodded. 

He put his hands on my arms and brought his face to mine and kissed me slowly.  After he pulled away, he continued to kiss every one of my scars.  If he would miss one, I’d stop him and point to the one he missed.

When his face finally came back mine, I could see the tears that had stained his cheek.

Taking his face in my hands, I wiped the tears that were left and kissed him on his lips.

‘It doesn’t hurt.’ I told him about my scars.

He didn’t answer, just gave me a little smile and wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.  My hands went to his back and I let my hands move freely. ‘It’s ok’ I said softly.

I pulled back to look at his face again.  ‘Jason,’ his eyes looked so sad that it broke my heart, ‘I know it looks bad, but it doesn’t hurt.  Please stop looking at me like that.’ I continued softly.

‘I’m so sorry.  I wished it had never happened to you.  You’re amazing Leah, you don’t even know how amazing.’ He said putting his hands onto my naked back, brought me closer to him and kissed me.

I immediately kissed him back, our lips moving in sync and our tongues mixing.  I pulled back grabbed on of his hands and started walking towards the bedroom.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked but still walking.

I turned but walked backwards, ‘It’s not fair, you’re seeing me completely naked and you…you have your shirt off.  That’s going to change in 30 seconds.’ I told him, while he looked taken aback, I turned back around still holding his hand walking towards the bedroom.

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