Post by mcswooney on Mar 12, 2006 2:25:45 GMT -5
THE PURSE PART 3
She felt the fist relax that had been strongly grasping the thick hair at her nape.
Lips slowly pulling away from hers, he laid his forehead against hers, his fingers now resting against her throat, his warm breath on her face. Lisa looked into Jackson's eyes, which were so close. They were every bit as stunned as her own, "Why'd you do that?" she whispered.
Jackson clenched his strong jaw, angry with himself for having shown his own vulnerability to her. He was instantly defensive, "Don't flatter yourself Leese, that was called cover - the last thing we need is that battle-axe of a stewardess, suspecting me of being the bad guy."
"But you are the bad guy, and if you're finished covering, would you mind letting me go?" Lisa said scornfully, inexplicably miffed at his answer.
Jackson, raised an eyebrow, then tugged her closer once more just to see fire shoot from those soft grey eyes.
Before he could question his own actions, Jackson wrapped up with a quick peck on the lips. Only then, did he finally release her, leaning back in his seat to peruse his handiwork.
Jackson stared agog at her beautiful deshabille - his eyes hot, desire making them heavy. Lisa's bouncy auburn curls were sexily mussed from his handling, the soft skin around her mouth lightly abraded by his slight 3am shadow. Her full lips - once a deep rose hue, were flaming now, and looked even larger.
Lisa wanted to ram her fist in his gut, or...slightly lower. What a pig he was. She deliberately brought the back of her hand to her mouth, and then, grey eyes dripping contempt and disgust, wiped her mouth, before turning fitfully in her seat and staring out the window.
Jackson thought he heard a scoff, and a brattily whispered, 'Ha! Re-JECTED!' from behind them.
"Aw, c'mon Leese, don't act like you didn't enjoy it, hmm?" Jackson said tauntingly.
"You disgust me," said Lisa, looking out at the horizon.
"Could have fooled me," Jackson said with a very low chuckle.
Lisa, cooly turning her head, head tilted back like a Queen, looked down her nose at him, "...and how do you know I'm not."
Jackson, immediately looked uncertain for the first time in a long time at that moment. 'Had her sweet response all been an act?' he wondered, ice blue eyes searching cool grey. He quickly dismissed the notion, and recovered nicely by smugly adding, "Heh, well yeah...I don't, but if you were, why would you tell me?"
Lisa didn't miss a beat, "Maybe because it's worth it to see the insecurity and doubt creep across your smug face Jack Rippner," Lisa smirked right back.
She leaned in closer, watching the muscles along Jackson's jaw twitch with restraint and fury -- she was doing her own dangerous taunting now - "Maaa-aaybe," Lisa said, almost sing-songy, "because try as I might, I can't bring myself to play the wh*re with you. Not even for my own father. That's how much I hate your twisted black heart."
Jackson, with whiplike quickness grabbed her slender shoulders and practically hauled her into his seat.
Lisa's breath left her body with a 'whoosh.'
He put his forehead gently to hers - it was an unmistakable threat.
"Liar," Jackson whispered, teeth clenched and eyes boring into her soul.
Just then Stewardess Hawkeye chose to once again do a drive-by and glanced down at the pair who seemed to not be able to disengage long enough to pop a peanut. She 'tsked,' her tongue at them....
Covering once more, Lisa placed her hand along Jackson's perfect square jaw, and gently caressed it's slight roughness. Then, putting soft lips to his ear, slight touches of full lips making contact with every word uttered, she hoarsely whispered, 'Ask yourself why you care so much what I feel Jackson...hmmm?'
Lisa felt the shiver race across his skin, and was close enough to hear him swallow deeply. She pulled back a little to look in his eyes, still clasped in his arms. She was just in time to see those big beautiful lids close, as if savoring the sensation, and the nearness of her.
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To be continued....
She felt the fist relax that had been strongly grasping the thick hair at her nape.
Lips slowly pulling away from hers, he laid his forehead against hers, his fingers now resting against her throat, his warm breath on her face. Lisa looked into Jackson's eyes, which were so close. They were every bit as stunned as her own, "Why'd you do that?" she whispered.
Jackson clenched his strong jaw, angry with himself for having shown his own vulnerability to her. He was instantly defensive, "Don't flatter yourself Leese, that was called cover - the last thing we need is that battle-axe of a stewardess, suspecting me of being the bad guy."
"But you are the bad guy, and if you're finished covering, would you mind letting me go?" Lisa said scornfully, inexplicably miffed at his answer.
Jackson, raised an eyebrow, then tugged her closer once more just to see fire shoot from those soft grey eyes.
Before he could question his own actions, Jackson wrapped up with a quick peck on the lips. Only then, did he finally release her, leaning back in his seat to peruse his handiwork.
Jackson stared agog at her beautiful deshabille - his eyes hot, desire making them heavy. Lisa's bouncy auburn curls were sexily mussed from his handling, the soft skin around her mouth lightly abraded by his slight 3am shadow. Her full lips - once a deep rose hue, were flaming now, and looked even larger.
Lisa wanted to ram her fist in his gut, or...slightly lower. What a pig he was. She deliberately brought the back of her hand to her mouth, and then, grey eyes dripping contempt and disgust, wiped her mouth, before turning fitfully in her seat and staring out the window.
Jackson thought he heard a scoff, and a brattily whispered, 'Ha! Re-JECTED!' from behind them.
"Aw, c'mon Leese, don't act like you didn't enjoy it, hmm?" Jackson said tauntingly.
"You disgust me," said Lisa, looking out at the horizon.
"Could have fooled me," Jackson said with a very low chuckle.
Lisa, cooly turning her head, head tilted back like a Queen, looked down her nose at him, "...and how do you know I'm not."
Jackson, immediately looked uncertain for the first time in a long time at that moment. 'Had her sweet response all been an act?' he wondered, ice blue eyes searching cool grey. He quickly dismissed the notion, and recovered nicely by smugly adding, "Heh, well yeah...I don't, but if you were, why would you tell me?"
Lisa didn't miss a beat, "Maybe because it's worth it to see the insecurity and doubt creep across your smug face Jack Rippner," Lisa smirked right back.
She leaned in closer, watching the muscles along Jackson's jaw twitch with restraint and fury -- she was doing her own dangerous taunting now - "Maaa-aaybe," Lisa said, almost sing-songy, "because try as I might, I can't bring myself to play the wh*re with you. Not even for my own father. That's how much I hate your twisted black heart."
Jackson, with whiplike quickness grabbed her slender shoulders and practically hauled her into his seat.
Lisa's breath left her body with a 'whoosh.'
He put his forehead gently to hers - it was an unmistakable threat.
"Liar," Jackson whispered, teeth clenched and eyes boring into her soul.
Just then Stewardess Hawkeye chose to once again do a drive-by and glanced down at the pair who seemed to not be able to disengage long enough to pop a peanut. She 'tsked,' her tongue at them....
Covering once more, Lisa placed her hand along Jackson's perfect square jaw, and gently caressed it's slight roughness. Then, putting soft lips to his ear, slight touches of full lips making contact with every word uttered, she hoarsely whispered, 'Ask yourself why you care so much what I feel Jackson...hmmm?'
Lisa felt the shiver race across his skin, and was close enough to hear him swallow deeply. She pulled back a little to look in his eyes, still clasped in his arms. She was just in time to see those big beautiful lids close, as if savoring the sensation, and the nearness of her.
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To be continued....
More soon!
ottid .. superfantastico 
