The Consequences of Messing With A Whitlock
by: Wizardtho
Chapter 11:
After walking into the master bedroom, I changed my mind, then walked out onto the connecting private balcony overlooking the backyard. When I heard the french door shut, that same eerily calm voice sounded from me again, "Don't say anything until I'm done speaking, please. I know that we haven't had much time with each other so far, but I also know that Ali and Jazz have told you everything they know about me. That being said, you know I don't fucking do well when things are kept from me... not for my protection, and definitely not because you're afraid of how I'll take it."
After a shake of my head, I continued, "I can let it go this once, because this is the first time we've had this conversation. I won't be able to let it go again, though. You need to understand that. I've never knowingly kept anything from you. With the history I have, you should realise right now, that I can't be in a relationship again where I can't fully trust the person to be open and honest with me. If you can't promise me here and now that we'll be completely open and honest with each other, then we have nowhere to go from here."
I hadn't turned around to look at him through my whole speech. When I felt the air shift, I said, "The choice is yours, Peter." He asked me softly, "Will ya look at me? Please, Isabella?" I took another swig from the bottle, then turned to lean on the railing. He looked heartbroken. My whole body screamed for me to go to him, but I had to squash this shit right now.
When he finally spoke, he said, "I wasn't meanin' to keep it from ya. I was gonna go over what I knew about it while we had our time later. It's one of the things I wanted to talk to ya about. I knew ya would start wonderin' when Nate reacted that way to your feelin's, but I thought I had enough time before ya said somethin' to get ya alone and relaxed. This isn't the way I wanted to tell ya, Angel... not durin' a misunderstandin'. I swear to ya that I will never lie to ya or keep things from ya on purpose. Everythin's been happenin' so fast, that we just didn't have the chance. It's not somethin' I can just blurt out to ya at the spur of the moment, and with all the stress you've been under, I just..."
I shook my head, knowing that the possibility of working up to whatever was going on was shot, "Well, I kind of think that plan of action is now blown, Peter. You know more than you're saying. It has to something to do with me, or I wouldn't have caught that look between Captain and Major." He nodded sadly, then asked, "Will ya sit with me like ya did downstairs? I promise to tell ya, but I need to hold ya." I nodded after a second as he sat down in the lounge chair. I took another swig from my bottle, then straddled his lap before pulling the cigarettes from his pocket.
Once I had one lit, Peter put his arms around me, kissed my neck, then asked, "Do ya know about the different parts of the brain and what they do?" I shrugged, "Just what they teach in school. I never felt the need to know more. Why?" He winced slightly, then said, "There's a reason Fuckward couldn't read ya, Isabella. I don't know the specifics, but ya have somethin' blockin' the thought part of your brain. Ya have a tumor in your brain, Angel. Whatever type it is has been there a long time. It is extremely slow to grow. I only know that it is growin', because Jazz has been feelin' how your emotions have been steadily gainin' strength since ya met them. The tumor is actin’ as a shield to Fuckward's gift, but a conduit as far as Jazz is concerned. Ali seems to be seein' ya easier, too. I don't want ya to worry, though, because I plan on turnin' ya before anythin' can take ya away from me."
My emotions didn't even waver at this knowledge, so I knew Major was holding me steady emotionally. I wasn't having that shit right now. I knew what I needed, "Jasper-fucking-Whitlock, get your lily-white ass up here now!" I saw him come through the bedroom door and out onto the deck with us, gold eyes in place, "Take off the mojo, Jasper. I need to be able to feel my true emotions right now. Is what he says true? You've known about this for months?"
Jasper nodded sadly, "I have, Sugar, but it wasn't my place to tell ya. It's always been Peter's." I shook my head, "Did Carlisle know? Did the rest of them?" He nodded again, "When ya hit your head in the school parkin' lot, durin' the incident with Tyler's van, Carlisle had a scan done to make sure ya were alright. He told Edward as soon as he found out the results. Edward somehow got Carlisle to forbid anyone from tellin' ya." I growled deeply, then pulled my phone out of Peter's pocket, hitting the button for Carlisle. I put it on speaker phone, then he answered on the second ring, "Bella? Is that you, My Daughter?"
I swear my growl doubled, then I hissed out as I stubbed out my cigarette, "Don't you fucking 'My Daughter' me, Carlisle. If I was truly anything to you... especially a daughter... you wouldn't have gone behind my back breaking doctor/patient confidentiality. Why is it that you told Edward something medically related to me, but failed to mention it to me? You're lucky I don't sue you for every goddamn penny you have, then direct the Volturi straight to your front door for toying with a human. A fucking brain tumor, Carlisle, you couldn't even tell me... the one who actually has it? No, you tell your Golden Boy that it's probably the reason he can't read me, then you jump when he says how high, forbidding everyone from telling me. Problem fucking solved, right? Wrong.”
He tried to interrupt me, but I huffed, saying, “Some coven leader you turned out to be, bowing down to one of the very members you're supposed to be leading. You'll send every original syllable of information you have on me to Jasper's guy, Jenks... even your personal notes and my MRIs. Peter and Ali will know if you don't fork it all over. If either of them tells me it's not all there, then I will get the Volturi involved. I'm pissed, and you just fucked with the wrong Whitlock. I have more than enough information on you, to get your heads delivered to me on a silver platter, like a goddamn offering to a queen. Don't test me on this, Carlisle, because you have 24 hours. One single syllable missing, and you’ll start seeing feeling the consequences of messing with a Whitlock."
I hung up the phone before he could get a word in edgewise. Seconds later, Jasper's phone rang. I nodded, so he put it on speaker. "Jazz?" It was Rose's voice. When he answered, she said, "Holy shit, she has some lungs. I know I'm probably on speaker right now, but I've gotta say... way to go, Bella. Listen, Em and I aren't staying here after the shit-storm you just laid out. We've been trying to stick around to find Edward, but we're not getting anywhere on that front. You should have seen Carlisle's face. Esme looked just as damn guilty as him, too. Look, I know you have a lot going on already... and we can go somewhere else if you want... but can we stay with you?"
I chuckled, then looked at Peter and mouthed, 'See?' He nodded, so I said, "Come on, you two. Jazz will lay out what you need to do. Follow his instructions to the dots on the I's and crossing of the T’s, so that you aren't tracked or followed. I'll see you soon."
I nodded to Jazz, then he took the phone back inside with him. I let a huge breath out, then laid my head on Peter's chest, saying, "I don't even want to know his motivation in that totally fucked up scenario. All I know, is that we now have three people we are waiting on to show, and I really need to calm down. Can we go back down with the others so I can sketch?" He nodded hugging me to him, "How are ya really feelin', Angel?"
I sighed, not even knowing where to begin. "Hurt, angry, scared, beyond ready to kick some ass, confused, and just plain worn out mentally. I just want to get the room situation taken care of, then go downstairs with you to watch everyone have fun until Coop gets here. After the patrol shit is set up, I'm taking you up on that long bath and cuddling together in bed idea." He kissed my shoulder again, then whispered hesitantly, "Are we okay now?"
I nodded, then kissed his lips lightly before sucking his bottom lip between my teeth. He moaned as he pulled me flush to him. I began weaving my fingers into his dark hair before deepening the kiss. It was slow, deep. I swear I could feel the need just pouring out of him and into me. In the moments just before he slowly backed out of the kiss, I was ready to beg for him to touch me. Never once did his hands stray where it wasn't appropriate, but my body was practically screaming, 'Touch me! Please, fuck... just touch me, damn it!'
I was panting slightly as the kiss ended, with him saying, "Okay, let's getcha downstairs, Darlin’." What the hell did I want to go downstairs for again? Oh, right... my rational brain says it's too soon.
Most of my brain screamed at me then, “Why don't we just tell her to shut the fuck up for once?!”
I groaned heavily as my head fell to his shoulder, so he chuckled, "Come on, My Li'l Temptress. We have all the time in the world for that. There's no rush." I nodded reluctantly, whispering into his neck, "I just need to feel you. Promise you'll hold me close in the tub." He kissed his favorite spot on my shoulder, then swirled his tongue against it with an open-mouthed kiss before saying, "God, Isabella, I would do that right now. I swear I would... but ya laid out a plan for me, so I'm gonna stick to it. I swear that as soon as we get in the tub, I’ll hold ya as close as ya need me to, for as long as ya need."
We made it down to the lounge in no time. I took another swig of my bottle before setting it on the table. Alice kissed my temple as I plopped down next to her, "Way to tell him, Baby Girl. I wouldn't be surprised if they go into hiding after that Volturi comment. For the amount of time he claims a friendship with them, he doesn't think twice about breaking a rule. Little does he know, that Major's actually in better standing with the Volturi than he is. I'll keep an eye on the file situation, and have already notified Jenks to call as soon as he gets the paperwork." I shook my head, "I don't want to think about it any more tonight. I just want to let it all go and distract myself with sketching. I love you too, though, Ali. Always will."
After ten minutes of failing to start my sketch because of the lack of noise, I said, "Please don't try to be quiet because of the news. I'm still the same person you met when you first got here. Besides, the quiet is only making me more on edge." They all seemed to let out a collective breath, so I said, "I want you all to go on as if you never heard the news. Don't tiptoe around me or try not to say certain things. Be yourselves, have fun, and for fuck's sake, somebody turn on some music, please." I heard several chuckles, then one of my favorite songs come on, 'Give Me Love' by Ed Sheeran. I chuckled, "Thank Christ," then started sketching as I sang watching everyone playing pool that was here.
As the next song came on, 'Take Me To Church' by Hozier, I was deep into my mindless sketching as I watched the fun around me. Major came up behind me, kissing me on the back of the head, "Nice voice box, Sugar Plum. Why haven't we heard ya sing before?" I shrugged as I tilted my head back to look up at him, never stopping my sketch, "Don't know. I always felt self-conscious around the Cullens, but the crew is a fuck-ton more laid back. I don't feel like I'm judged on every little thing... don't feel like I need to measure up. I guess I'm finally starting to feel like me in my own skin again."
He kissed my forehead, "You're perfect the way ya are, Isabella. Don't ever let anyone make ya think different." I grinned, "Can't blow you a kiss, Major, so..." I puckered my lips saying, "Muah." He chuckled, "Back atcha, Sweet Stuff." I giggled at his new nickname for me, "Sweet Stuff, Major?" He smirked with a nod, "Yep. Maybe someday I'll tell ya how ya earned it."
Five minutes later, Major's phone must have vibrated in his pocket, because he pulled it out. After answering, he said, "Have him chill out just inside the gate or take him on a run through the property. Tell him everythin' ya know so far.......... Her instincts ‘ll kick in when she sees him, which ‘ll fuck up the sketch she's workin' on. I'll call ya when it's clear to come in."
I smiled softly at Major when he closed his phone, sending him my gratitude for having them wait. He winked at me, then filled a shot glass with my Appleton saying, "Tip your head back again, Sweets." I grinned, tipped my head back, then said, "This isn't like body shots, Major, so I hope you aren't expecting to get licked for this." I heard a round of flat-out laughter as Major practically choked, then he said, "Well damn, Sweet Stuff. Maybe I'll have to remember to get you and Ali doin' body shots sometime, then."
It was my turn to choke this time, but it was to cover my moan, which didn't work very well. At Ali's giggle, Major's smirk, and raised eyebrow from my mate, I said, "Just gimmie the fuckin' shot, Major. Stop trying to get a rise out of me." He kissed my temple, then whispered in my ear, "Open wide for me, Sugar."
I rolled my eyes while chuckling, then opened like he asked, but with a wag of my tongue. Alice cracked up laughing, then Captain whispered against my neck at Major's widened eyes, "No teasin', My Li'l Temptress. He might go puttin' in a request before it's proper." I chuckled, then said, "Come on, Major. I'm getting old here waiting for my damn shot. Don't tell me I actually shocked a vampire." I heard Damon chuckle, "Fuck, she gives as good as she gets. Captain is definitely one lucky fucker." A murmur of agreement wafted around the room as Major tilted my shot into my mouth, then I heard Alice's giggled response of, "Oh, Damon, you have no idea how right that statement was. I've seen her au' naturale... more than once."
My head snapped up as soon as Major got done feeding me my shot. I swallowed quickly before smacking at Alice, "Mary Alice Brandon Whitlock! Just because you see me naked on practically a daily basis, does not mean you can go forking that knowledge over, Missy. What the hell does seeing me nude have to do with how lucky a fucker my mate is?" Alice chuckled saying seriously, "Jazz's comment in the store about you and your hella-curves? It was more than true, Baby Girl. Your goddamn curves even have curves. Half the time I see you nude, I'm jealous of your body. The other half, I just want you to get dressed as fast as possible, so I'm not tempted to jump you myself."
Captain moaned into my neck, "I have to agree with her, Angel. Ya have a hellacious body, but I haven't even had the chance to fully appreciate it yet." I shook my head, trying to fight away my instinct to blush as red as a cherry, "Time for a damn subject change. Major switch me to the Johnny Blue, please." He kissed the top of my head, "Anythin’ for you, Sweets."
Chapter 11:
After walking into the master bedroom, I changed my mind, then walked out onto the connecting private balcony overlooking the backyard. When I heard the french door shut, that same eerily calm voice sounded from me again, "Don't say anything until I'm done speaking, please. I know that we haven't had much time with each other so far, but I also know that Ali and Jazz have told you everything they know about me. That being said, you know I don't fucking do well when things are kept from me... not for my protection, and definitely not because you're afraid of how I'll take it."
After a shake of my head, I continued, "I can let it go this once, because this is the first time we've had this conversation. I won't be able to let it go again, though. You need to understand that. I've never knowingly kept anything from you. With the history I have, you should realise right now, that I can't be in a relationship again where I can't fully trust the person to be open and honest with me. If you can't promise me here and now that we'll be completely open and honest with each other, then we have nowhere to go from here."
I hadn't turned around to look at him through my whole speech. When I felt the air shift, I said, "The choice is yours, Peter." He asked me softly, "Will ya look at me? Please, Isabella?" I took another swig from the bottle, then turned to lean on the railing. He looked heartbroken. My whole body screamed for me to go to him, but I had to squash this shit right now.
When he finally spoke, he said, "I wasn't meanin' to keep it from ya. I was gonna go over what I knew about it while we had our time later. It's one of the things I wanted to talk to ya about. I knew ya would start wonderin' when Nate reacted that way to your feelin's, but I thought I had enough time before ya said somethin' to get ya alone and relaxed. This isn't the way I wanted to tell ya, Angel... not durin' a misunderstandin'. I swear to ya that I will never lie to ya or keep things from ya on purpose. Everythin's been happenin' so fast, that we just didn't have the chance. It's not somethin' I can just blurt out to ya at the spur of the moment, and with all the stress you've been under, I just..."
I shook my head, knowing that the possibility of working up to whatever was going on was shot, "Well, I kind of think that plan of action is now blown, Peter. You know more than you're saying. It has to something to do with me, or I wouldn't have caught that look between Captain and Major." He nodded sadly, then asked, "Will ya sit with me like ya did downstairs? I promise to tell ya, but I need to hold ya." I nodded after a second as he sat down in the lounge chair. I took another swig from my bottle, then straddled his lap before pulling the cigarettes from his pocket.
Once I had one lit, Peter put his arms around me, kissed my neck, then asked, "Do ya know about the different parts of the brain and what they do?" I shrugged, "Just what they teach in school. I never felt the need to know more. Why?" He winced slightly, then said, "There's a reason Fuckward couldn't read ya, Isabella. I don't know the specifics, but ya have somethin' blockin' the thought part of your brain. Ya have a tumor in your brain, Angel. Whatever type it is has been there a long time. It is extremely slow to grow. I only know that it is growin', because Jazz has been feelin' how your emotions have been steadily gainin' strength since ya met them. The tumor is actin’ as a shield to Fuckward's gift, but a conduit as far as Jazz is concerned. Ali seems to be seein' ya easier, too. I don't want ya to worry, though, because I plan on turnin' ya before anythin' can take ya away from me."
My emotions didn't even waver at this knowledge, so I knew Major was holding me steady emotionally. I wasn't having that shit right now. I knew what I needed, "Jasper-fucking-Whitlock, get your lily-white ass up here now!" I saw him come through the bedroom door and out onto the deck with us, gold eyes in place, "Take off the mojo, Jasper. I need to be able to feel my true emotions right now. Is what he says true? You've known about this for months?"
Jasper nodded sadly, "I have, Sugar, but it wasn't my place to tell ya. It's always been Peter's." I shook my head, "Did Carlisle know? Did the rest of them?" He nodded again, "When ya hit your head in the school parkin' lot, durin' the incident with Tyler's van, Carlisle had a scan done to make sure ya were alright. He told Edward as soon as he found out the results. Edward somehow got Carlisle to forbid anyone from tellin' ya." I growled deeply, then pulled my phone out of Peter's pocket, hitting the button for Carlisle. I put it on speaker phone, then he answered on the second ring, "Bella? Is that you, My Daughter?"
I swear my growl doubled, then I hissed out as I stubbed out my cigarette, "Don't you fucking 'My Daughter' me, Carlisle. If I was truly anything to you... especially a daughter... you wouldn't have gone behind my back breaking doctor/patient confidentiality. Why is it that you told Edward something medically related to me, but failed to mention it to me? You're lucky I don't sue you for every goddamn penny you have, then direct the Volturi straight to your front door for toying with a human. A fucking brain tumor, Carlisle, you couldn't even tell me... the one who actually has it? No, you tell your Golden Boy that it's probably the reason he can't read me, then you jump when he says how high, forbidding everyone from telling me. Problem fucking solved, right? Wrong.”
He tried to interrupt me, but I huffed, saying, “Some coven leader you turned out to be, bowing down to one of the very members you're supposed to be leading. You'll send every original syllable of information you have on me to Jasper's guy, Jenks... even your personal notes and my MRIs. Peter and Ali will know if you don't fork it all over. If either of them tells me it's not all there, then I will get the Volturi involved. I'm pissed, and you just fucked with the wrong Whitlock. I have more than enough information on you, to get your heads delivered to me on a silver platter, like a goddamn offering to a queen. Don't test me on this, Carlisle, because you have 24 hours. One single syllable missing, and you’ll start seeing feeling the consequences of messing with a Whitlock."
I hung up the phone before he could get a word in edgewise. Seconds later, Jasper's phone rang. I nodded, so he put it on speaker. "Jazz?" It was Rose's voice. When he answered, she said, "Holy shit, she has some lungs. I know I'm probably on speaker right now, but I've gotta say... way to go, Bella. Listen, Em and I aren't staying here after the shit-storm you just laid out. We've been trying to stick around to find Edward, but we're not getting anywhere on that front. You should have seen Carlisle's face. Esme looked just as damn guilty as him, too. Look, I know you have a lot going on already... and we can go somewhere else if you want... but can we stay with you?"
I chuckled, then looked at Peter and mouthed, 'See?' He nodded, so I said, "Come on, you two. Jazz will lay out what you need to do. Follow his instructions to the dots on the I's and crossing of the T’s, so that you aren't tracked or followed. I'll see you soon."
I nodded to Jazz, then he took the phone back inside with him. I let a huge breath out, then laid my head on Peter's chest, saying, "I don't even want to know his motivation in that totally fucked up scenario. All I know, is that we now have three people we are waiting on to show, and I really need to calm down. Can we go back down with the others so I can sketch?" He nodded hugging me to him, "How are ya really feelin', Angel?"
I sighed, not even knowing where to begin. "Hurt, angry, scared, beyond ready to kick some ass, confused, and just plain worn out mentally. I just want to get the room situation taken care of, then go downstairs with you to watch everyone have fun until Coop gets here. After the patrol shit is set up, I'm taking you up on that long bath and cuddling together in bed idea." He kissed my shoulder again, then whispered hesitantly, "Are we okay now?"
I nodded, then kissed his lips lightly before sucking his bottom lip between my teeth. He moaned as he pulled me flush to him. I began weaving my fingers into his dark hair before deepening the kiss. It was slow, deep. I swear I could feel the need just pouring out of him and into me. In the moments just before he slowly backed out of the kiss, I was ready to beg for him to touch me. Never once did his hands stray where it wasn't appropriate, but my body was practically screaming, 'Touch me! Please, fuck... just touch me, damn it!'
I was panting slightly as the kiss ended, with him saying, "Okay, let's getcha downstairs, Darlin’." What the hell did I want to go downstairs for again? Oh, right... my rational brain says it's too soon.
Most of my brain screamed at me then, “Why don't we just tell her to shut the fuck up for once?!”
I groaned heavily as my head fell to his shoulder, so he chuckled, "Come on, My Li'l Temptress. We have all the time in the world for that. There's no rush." I nodded reluctantly, whispering into his neck, "I just need to feel you. Promise you'll hold me close in the tub." He kissed his favorite spot on my shoulder, then swirled his tongue against it with an open-mouthed kiss before saying, "God, Isabella, I would do that right now. I swear I would... but ya laid out a plan for me, so I'm gonna stick to it. I swear that as soon as we get in the tub, I’ll hold ya as close as ya need me to, for as long as ya need."
We made it down to the lounge in no time. I took another swig of my bottle before setting it on the table. Alice kissed my temple as I plopped down next to her, "Way to tell him, Baby Girl. I wouldn't be surprised if they go into hiding after that Volturi comment. For the amount of time he claims a friendship with them, he doesn't think twice about breaking a rule. Little does he know, that Major's actually in better standing with the Volturi than he is. I'll keep an eye on the file situation, and have already notified Jenks to call as soon as he gets the paperwork." I shook my head, "I don't want to think about it any more tonight. I just want to let it all go and distract myself with sketching. I love you too, though, Ali. Always will."
After ten minutes of failing to start my sketch because of the lack of noise, I said, "Please don't try to be quiet because of the news. I'm still the same person you met when you first got here. Besides, the quiet is only making me more on edge." They all seemed to let out a collective breath, so I said, "I want you all to go on as if you never heard the news. Don't tiptoe around me or try not to say certain things. Be yourselves, have fun, and for fuck's sake, somebody turn on some music, please." I heard several chuckles, then one of my favorite songs come on, 'Give Me Love' by Ed Sheeran. I chuckled, "Thank Christ," then started sketching as I sang watching everyone playing pool that was here.
As the next song came on, 'Take Me To Church' by Hozier, I was deep into my mindless sketching as I watched the fun around me. Major came up behind me, kissing me on the back of the head, "Nice voice box, Sugar Plum. Why haven't we heard ya sing before?" I shrugged as I tilted my head back to look up at him, never stopping my sketch, "Don't know. I always felt self-conscious around the Cullens, but the crew is a fuck-ton more laid back. I don't feel like I'm judged on every little thing... don't feel like I need to measure up. I guess I'm finally starting to feel like me in my own skin again."
He kissed my forehead, "You're perfect the way ya are, Isabella. Don't ever let anyone make ya think different." I grinned, "Can't blow you a kiss, Major, so..." I puckered my lips saying, "Muah." He chuckled, "Back atcha, Sweet Stuff." I giggled at his new nickname for me, "Sweet Stuff, Major?" He smirked with a nod, "Yep. Maybe someday I'll tell ya how ya earned it."
Five minutes later, Major's phone must have vibrated in his pocket, because he pulled it out. After answering, he said, "Have him chill out just inside the gate or take him on a run through the property. Tell him everythin' ya know so far.......... Her instincts ‘ll kick in when she sees him, which ‘ll fuck up the sketch she's workin' on. I'll call ya when it's clear to come in."
I smiled softly at Major when he closed his phone, sending him my gratitude for having them wait. He winked at me, then filled a shot glass with my Appleton saying, "Tip your head back again, Sweets." I grinned, tipped my head back, then said, "This isn't like body shots, Major, so I hope you aren't expecting to get licked for this." I heard a round of flat-out laughter as Major practically choked, then he said, "Well damn, Sweet Stuff. Maybe I'll have to remember to get you and Ali doin' body shots sometime, then."
It was my turn to choke this time, but it was to cover my moan, which didn't work very well. At Ali's giggle, Major's smirk, and raised eyebrow from my mate, I said, "Just gimmie the fuckin' shot, Major. Stop trying to get a rise out of me." He kissed my temple, then whispered in my ear, "Open wide for me, Sugar."
I rolled my eyes while chuckling, then opened like he asked, but with a wag of my tongue. Alice cracked up laughing, then Captain whispered against my neck at Major's widened eyes, "No teasin', My Li'l Temptress. He might go puttin' in a request before it's proper." I chuckled, then said, "Come on, Major. I'm getting old here waiting for my damn shot. Don't tell me I actually shocked a vampire." I heard Damon chuckle, "Fuck, she gives as good as she gets. Captain is definitely one lucky fucker." A murmur of agreement wafted around the room as Major tilted my shot into my mouth, then I heard Alice's giggled response of, "Oh, Damon, you have no idea how right that statement was. I've seen her au' naturale... more than once."
My head snapped up as soon as Major got done feeding me my shot. I swallowed quickly before smacking at Alice, "Mary Alice Brandon Whitlock! Just because you see me naked on practically a daily basis, does not mean you can go forking that knowledge over, Missy. What the hell does seeing me nude have to do with how lucky a fucker my mate is?" Alice chuckled saying seriously, "Jazz's comment in the store about you and your hella-curves? It was more than true, Baby Girl. Your goddamn curves even have curves. Half the time I see you nude, I'm jealous of your body. The other half, I just want you to get dressed as fast as possible, so I'm not tempted to jump you myself."
Captain moaned into my neck, "I have to agree with her, Angel. Ya have a hellacious body, but I haven't even had the chance to fully appreciate it yet." I shook my head, trying to fight away my instinct to blush as red as a cherry, "Time for a damn subject change. Major switch me to the Johnny Blue, please." He kissed the top of my head, "Anythin’ for you, Sweets."