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Title: Maff-ia
Rating: 15.
Part: 19
Pairing: JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Sorry it took me a few days, damned writer's block.
I wake up as I feel a sharp jabbing in my side. My eyes flutter open gently and I look down to see James’ hair spilling onto my chest and his finger poking at me. I grumble, too tired to form any words and then close my eyes again. I hear him chuckle and response with a small huff and then yawn. I begin my hand up my to my face and rub at my eyes to rid them off sleep and use my other hand to smooth out his hair. “Mornin’ sleepy arse.” He says lazily, chuckling as I mumble at him again.
“Mor-” I yawn “-ning.”
“Morning!” He says a lot more upbeat than me. I sigh inwardly and then wrap my arms around his tiny waist and pull him closer to me. He draws on my stomach with his fingers lightly, humming a song to himself. ”Do you have to go over to Daniel today.
“Yeah, he said to, why?”
“I was hoping you’d be able to stay here all day and keep me warm.” He murmurs, snuggling further into my chest.
“Trust me, I’d much rather be doing that… um, James? Can I like, ask you something.”
He looks up to my face with his eyes big. He knows as well as I do that that question always started off something you don’t want to answer - but you know you have it. It’s not something I want to bring up either. To be honest I’d much rather live in a world of denial where we’re like this with each other. But that can’t be the case; I have to know certain things, what’s going on for example - why this is happening now, especially after he told me that we weren’t allowed to care. It can only turn into trouble eventually.
“Yeah?” he asks softly, shifting his body so he’s sitting up now. He pulls his legs from underneath himself and crosses them, turning his body in so he’s facing me. I sit up as well, only not crossing my legs for fear of them cracking, so I just sit with my legs outstretched still underneath the quilt. He pulls it over him slightly too, rubbing his hands together underneath it and then taking my hand in his.
I sigh, looking up to him as I stroke the back of his back with my thumb. “I don’t really know how to say this.” I admit, smirking softly.
“I think I can guess anyway. Listen, I know I’m weird.” I hold back my laughter at this. “But like, I meant what I said when I first met you, you know, all that stuff about we shouldn’t get to know each other, but it’s like, the more time we spent together… well, I just guess I felt something. God this is so stupid. But I, well I just thought a lot about you, you know? And now I feel like a twat because I’m doing to you something I said couldn’t happen. I realise I’m a knob!”
“It’s okay, I’m glad coz it was eating me up.”
“It was?”
“Well, yeah, I mean… well it doesn’t matter, I should be getting up really.”
He starts to protest, lifting his arms up to try and stop me. He scrambles up so he’s high of his knees, and in front of me. I mirror these actions, and wrap my arm gently round his waist pulling us closer together, our hips bumping together. Our lips collide, the moment being a precious one to me, considering I don’t know how long this is going to last. “I have to get ready,” I mumble when his lips are feather light on mine.
“I don’t want you to,” he says glumly, wrapping his arms tightly round my neck like he’s scared that I’ll run away forever. I hold onto his upper arms and pry them off me, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“I know James, but if I don’t go I’d probably get my head shot off, and I don’t think you’d really fancy someone without a head.” I chuckle softly.
“I guess not.” He kisses me again before allowing me free to get some clothes on. I watch as he squirms under the covers and cuddles himself to get himself warm again. I pull out one of the fresh suits from my new ‘wardrobe’, a grey suit with a tight black top underneath it, ha, how camp does that sound? Next I’ll be telling you this black top has ¾ length sleeves and I roll them up slightly… or not, that’s taking it a bit to far to the limit.
I flick my hair about in the mirror, dragging my finger through it like a man on a mission to rid myself of the just-got-out-of-bed look. I turn back round to say good by to Jimmy, but I notice his eyes are shut, and his breathing soft and relaxed, a gently smile playing on his lips. Smirking to myself I walk over to the side of the bed. I crouch down next to him, looking at just how peaceful and sweet he looks. I move the hair from his eyes and place a soft kiss on his forehead, before making my move to leave.
I bounce out the car, well, I don’t really bounce, but it’s just a general excited walk, no doubt with a grin plastered on my face.
…Then suddenly, a bad, bad, thought enters my brain. I try to shake it out, but then realise that now it has been imbedded, I won’t be ridding it from my brain. Kind of like weeds in a garden, everything perfect, the lawn mowed to perfection, the flowers in full bloom, birds chirping happily on the bird bath - then a tiny weed appears, and takes over running the perfection of it. Okay, so my brain isn’t a garden, or in fact anything near perfection, but all my thoughts were… but then I had to think, think about that.
The fact that James is still going to have to do the things he did before. In reality that’s his jobs… people all over him and him all over on them back, he won’t be able to change this fact, or people will be able to figure something out, and I know he sure as hell will not want that to happen. He’ll be secret about it because of fear… so will I in fact; I don’t want to anger anyone really, do I?
Sighing I slam shut the door to the car and shift about, agitated with the thoughts in his head. I shouldn’t be thinking about this now, not now I have something I have to do, although saying that I don’t actually know what I’m doing - although I’m pretty sure it’s to do with a gun.
When I draw up outside the place to meet Daniel and Douglas they’re already waiting outside, and before I had chance to say “what the-” they were inside the car, Daniel in the passenger seat and Douglas in the back. “What’s going on?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“We didn’t realise he’d be here so soon, we were going to make you do this shit for us, but we don’t have time to train you enough to make sure you don’t fuck it up, so we’re coming to. Drive, I’ll direct you.”
Rating: 15.
Part: 19
Pairing: JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Sorry it took me a few days, damned writer's block.
I wake up as I feel a sharp jabbing in my side. My eyes flutter open gently and I look down to see James’ hair spilling onto my chest and his finger poking at me. I grumble, too tired to form any words and then close my eyes again. I hear him chuckle and response with a small huff and then yawn. I begin my hand up my to my face and rub at my eyes to rid them off sleep and use my other hand to smooth out his hair. “Mornin’ sleepy arse.” He says lazily, chuckling as I mumble at him again.
“Mor-” I yawn “-ning.”
“Morning!” He says a lot more upbeat than me. I sigh inwardly and then wrap my arms around his tiny waist and pull him closer to me. He draws on my stomach with his fingers lightly, humming a song to himself. ”Do you have to go over to Daniel today.
“Yeah, he said to, why?”
“I was hoping you’d be able to stay here all day and keep me warm.” He murmurs, snuggling further into my chest.
“Trust me, I’d much rather be doing that… um, James? Can I like, ask you something.”
He looks up to my face with his eyes big. He knows as well as I do that that question always started off something you don’t want to answer - but you know you have it. It’s not something I want to bring up either. To be honest I’d much rather live in a world of denial where we’re like this with each other. But that can’t be the case; I have to know certain things, what’s going on for example - why this is happening now, especially after he told me that we weren’t allowed to care. It can only turn into trouble eventually.
“Yeah?” he asks softly, shifting his body so he’s sitting up now. He pulls his legs from underneath himself and crosses them, turning his body in so he’s facing me. I sit up as well, only not crossing my legs for fear of them cracking, so I just sit with my legs outstretched still underneath the quilt. He pulls it over him slightly too, rubbing his hands together underneath it and then taking my hand in his.
I sigh, looking up to him as I stroke the back of his back with my thumb. “I don’t really know how to say this.” I admit, smirking softly.
“I think I can guess anyway. Listen, I know I’m weird.” I hold back my laughter at this. “But like, I meant what I said when I first met you, you know, all that stuff about we shouldn’t get to know each other, but it’s like, the more time we spent together… well, I just guess I felt something. God this is so stupid. But I, well I just thought a lot about you, you know? And now I feel like a twat because I’m doing to you something I said couldn’t happen. I realise I’m a knob!”
“It’s okay, I’m glad coz it was eating me up.”
“It was?”
“Well, yeah, I mean… well it doesn’t matter, I should be getting up really.”
He starts to protest, lifting his arms up to try and stop me. He scrambles up so he’s high of his knees, and in front of me. I mirror these actions, and wrap my arm gently round his waist pulling us closer together, our hips bumping together. Our lips collide, the moment being a precious one to me, considering I don’t know how long this is going to last. “I have to get ready,” I mumble when his lips are feather light on mine.
“I don’t want you to,” he says glumly, wrapping his arms tightly round my neck like he’s scared that I’ll run away forever. I hold onto his upper arms and pry them off me, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“I know James, but if I don’t go I’d probably get my head shot off, and I don’t think you’d really fancy someone without a head.” I chuckle softly.
“I guess not.” He kisses me again before allowing me free to get some clothes on. I watch as he squirms under the covers and cuddles himself to get himself warm again. I pull out one of the fresh suits from my new ‘wardrobe’, a grey suit with a tight black top underneath it, ha, how camp does that sound? Next I’ll be telling you this black top has ¾ length sleeves and I roll them up slightly… or not, that’s taking it a bit to far to the limit.
I flick my hair about in the mirror, dragging my finger through it like a man on a mission to rid myself of the just-got-out-of-bed look. I turn back round to say good by to Jimmy, but I notice his eyes are shut, and his breathing soft and relaxed, a gently smile playing on his lips. Smirking to myself I walk over to the side of the bed. I crouch down next to him, looking at just how peaceful and sweet he looks. I move the hair from his eyes and place a soft kiss on his forehead, before making my move to leave.
I bounce out the car, well, I don’t really bounce, but it’s just a general excited walk, no doubt with a grin plastered on my face.
…Then suddenly, a bad, bad, thought enters my brain. I try to shake it out, but then realise that now it has been imbedded, I won’t be ridding it from my brain. Kind of like weeds in a garden, everything perfect, the lawn mowed to perfection, the flowers in full bloom, birds chirping happily on the bird bath - then a tiny weed appears, and takes over running the perfection of it. Okay, so my brain isn’t a garden, or in fact anything near perfection, but all my thoughts were… but then I had to think, think about that.
The fact that James is still going to have to do the things he did before. In reality that’s his jobs… people all over him and him all over on them back, he won’t be able to change this fact, or people will be able to figure something out, and I know he sure as hell will not want that to happen. He’ll be secret about it because of fear… so will I in fact; I don’t want to anger anyone really, do I?
Sighing I slam shut the door to the car and shift about, agitated with the thoughts in his head. I shouldn’t be thinking about this now, not now I have something I have to do, although saying that I don’t actually know what I’m doing - although I’m pretty sure it’s to do with a gun.
When I draw up outside the place to meet Daniel and Douglas they’re already waiting outside, and before I had chance to say “what the-” they were inside the car, Daniel in the passenger seat and Douglas in the back. “What’s going on?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“We didn’t realise he’d be here so soon, we were going to make you do this shit for us, but we don’t have time to train you enough to make sure you don’t fuck it up, so we’re coming to. Drive, I’ll direct you.”