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Cry Little Sister Ch. 01

By: Rushette



First off, a big, giant, huge thank you to SoCalCynic for putting up with my irritating, enthusiastic ass and editing this thing.

This story does share a few characters from my very first story, Casey's Valentine. The piece does stand alone, so it's far from required reading. But if you read the first, you'll probably catch on a lot sooner than the main characters do.

The title is pulled from a song off of the Lost Boys soundtrack by Gerard McMann. It doesn't have a lot to do with the story, per se, but once the title stuck in my head, it just wouldn't come out.

And lastly, all comments and ratings are greatly appreciated. Comments especially. Nothing warms my heart more than getting a happy email from a reader. Hope you guys have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

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Jill's phone vibrated in her pocket and she pulled it out to read her big brother's text message. We've been at the baggage claim for twenty minutes, where the fuck are you? She rolled her eyes and huffed out a sigh; did she have any control over the delay in disembarking the plane? She furiously pounded on the keys of her phone. Patience, grasshopper. I'll meet you there as soon as I can.

"Come on!" she muttered under her breath, resisting the urge to make her way up the aisle of the plane by throwing elbows. Her cell vibrated again and Jill clucked impatiently under her breath, though she was grateful for the temporary distraction from her frustrations. You're going to put Casey into early labor and your nephew will never forgive you when he's too small to play hockey like his dad.

You're such a drama queen. She's not going to go into early labor just by standing.

How would you know? Not many babies being born in Iraq, are there?

I'm sure there are plenty being born there, but none in the Army. If you're so worried, find your wife a seat.

His wife ... it was still difficult to wrap her head around the fact that Jason had gotten married. Maybe if she had been at the wedding, it would be easier to believe. But the military had denied her request to leave theater for his big day. It was part of the reason she didn't reenlist when her four years of service ended.

Jill was sidetracked from her thoughts as a little cheer erupted from her fellow passengers. The large man in row five that had somehow gotten stuck was free at last, and the line resumed moving forward. We're moving now, see you in a few, she quickly texted, before hiking her bag higher on her shoulder and making her way down the aisle.

Minutes later she was finally at baggage claim, her eyes peeled for any sign of her brother and new sister. A few seconds after reaching the carousels she heard someone shout, "Jilly Bean!" and her face broke into a grin as she recognized Jason's voice.

Smiling and waving, he ran to lift her into a giant bear hug that threatened to knock the wind right out of her. "Jesus, Jase!" she croaked out before he finally set her back on her feet. Jill steadied herself, and turned to face the very pregnant woman next to her brother. "You must be Casey." Jill pulled her into a hug before she could think twice.

"It's nice to meet you too," Casey chuckled out as Jill tried to avoid squishing her large belly. "Maybe now Jason will relax a little now that he has one less person to worry about," she said with a smile.

"You weren't worried about me, were you big brother?" Jill asked with a grin. "Didn't I kick your ass enough when we were kids for you to know that I can take care of myself?"

"There's a big difference," Jason commented gruffly, "between wrestling with me and dodging shrapnel."

Jill felt his eyes lingering over the couple of new scars on her face and reddened under his stare. The marks weren't anything too noticeable, a few small cuts on her cheek and forehead from an unexpected IED that her convoy had encountered. She had been lucky that all of her wounds had been superficial. It could have been much, much worse. Jill had seen that first hand working in the Army field hospital.

"Well, I'm home now, so you can stop your pretty little head from worrying," Jill commented casually, trying to keep the exchange light. The last thing she wanted to get into were her experiences overseas. "Speaking of that head, thank God you cut those golden locks; you were starting to look like me."

Casey laughed and Jason opened his mouth to respond, but they were interrupted by the beeping of the carousel behind them.

Jill's bags were remarkably easy to pick out, a couple of olive green sea bags, borrowed from a corpsman friend, stuffed to the brim with all of her earthly possessions. She and Jason each hiked one of her heavy bags high on their shoulders and the trio made their way out of the airport to the parking garage.

"Jesus, Jill, did you pack the cat too?" Jason huffed out as he deposited the bag he was carrying into the back of his Jeep.

"I tried, but mom wouldn't let me," Jill joked as she threw her bag down next to the other. "I'm moving here, what did you expect? A light little travel bag?"

Jason grumbled but said nothing, opting instead to gingerly help Casey into the passenger side of his Jeep while she protested his ministrations. It was so strange, watching her brother be so tender. Jill hid a smile as Jason stole a little kiss from his wife before closing the door with a dopey look on his face. That one little moment told Jill all she needed to know about her new sister and her brother; they were perfect together.

Jill quickly closed the trunk before climbing into the Jeep before Jason or Casey could notice that she was watching them. Soon, they were weaving their way through traffic away from DIA and towards Denver, the city that was Jill's new home.

Less than an hour later, Jill's mouth was open in shock as she took in the apartment that Jason and Casey had found for her. Or so she thought.

"Jason and I just moved into our new house last week, so we figured you could have the apartment," Casey told her with a smile.

"Guys, this is too much," Jill nearly whispered as she tried to take it all in, her jaw still slack. The high ceilings, the huge windows, the shiny appliances in the kitchen all said one thing: luxury. "I couldn't possibly live here."

"Consider it a welcome home present," Jason said as he nudged her shoulder with his. "You wouldn't let me pay for medical school, so we figured this would be the next best thing."

"It's just a pre-med program," Jill responded with a blush. "And the Army is paying for it."

"You say potato ..." he trailed off, still grinning like an idiot with his arm around his wife, obviously pleased with himself. "Casey will take you out tomorrow to pick out furniture. So we'll put you up in a hotel tonight so you have somewhere to sleep."

"Why not the new house?" Jill asked, puzzled.

Jason's face broke into an evil grin. "Well, Casey's hormones are raging and we don't like to be quiet ..."

"LALALALALALA," Jill exclaimed loudly, sticking her fingers in her ears like she used to do when they were kids. "Way too much fucking information, big brother. Literally." She let out an exasperated sigh and bent over to start digging through her bags. The fact that they were giving her their apartment was already too much. But to put her up in a hotel too? "You're not getting me a room, I'm sure I brought my sleeping bag ..."

"Enough!" Casey all but yelled before turning to her new sister and giving her a big, indulgent smile. "Jason told me that we're very alike, hard-headed and proud. So here's how it's going to go. You're taking the apartment, because it's close to your school and we don't want to sell it. We're bringing you to a hotel tonight, because there's no way in hell we're letting you sleep on the floor. And I'm buying you furniture tomorrow one way or another, so if you want any choice in the matter, then you're coming with me."

Jill's mouth opened and closed in an attempt to reply, but no sound came out. She was overwhelmed with a sudden surge of affection for both her brother and Casey.

"Holy shit, love, you struck her speechless," Jason laughed out. "So it's agreed, then! Grab a few things and let's get you to your hotel, Casey's got a doctor's appointment."

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Hours later Jill was lying in her hotel bed, desperately trying to fall asleep. She tried clearing her mind, relaxing each body part individually, focusing on the blend of quiet noises in her hotel room. Nothing worked. Inevitably her thoughts turned back to the rest of her first day in Denver.

After the doctor's appointment and checking into the hotel, Jason and Casey had swept her away for dinner at a little mom and pop restaurant out in the suburbs near their new home. It was a great decision in the end. Jill may have been home from overseas for weeks now, but still the taste of her cheeseburger was nearly orgasmic.

As much as Jill had missed real food in Iraq, she was loath to admit that she had missed her brother more.

Jill had mostly kept to herself growing up. Her brother had been her protector, her confidante, and her best friend through their early years together. She had never been one to amass many female friends, always opting to wrestle and joke with Jason and his buddies until he graduated. After he left, she immersed herself in school and Junior ROTC, still keeping her distance from most others.

There was one friend of Jason's, Nathan, that she stayed close to through her senior year. Jill had lost her virginity to him on prom night, a little clichéd but she had figured better Nate than never. They subsequently dated and fooled around for a couple of months until Jill graduated and enlisted, leaving on friendly terms.

She shipped off to boot camp mere weeks after matriculating, opting for a specialty in medicine. It guaranteed that Jill was usually surrounded by other women. She mostly kept to herself, avoiding the drama and gossip that seemed to follow her colleagues everywhere. Sure, there had been a few men that she worked with, but she didn't socialize with them either. The last thing that she wanted was a reputation.

So Jill had returned from overseas a lonely woman. Having her brother nearby again meant more to her than she cared to admit. And despite her usual prejudices against other women, Jill found herself liking Casey quite a bit.

Besides herself, she had never seen anyone give her brother so much shit in such a short period of time, and it was obvious how much he loved Casey for it. Jason had been right in his assessment of the two of them; they were very much alike. Jill could easily see herself getting close to her new sister.

Jill rolled onto her side with a sigh. She was truly happy for her brother. It was about time he found someone that didn't live to kiss his ass.

But it was difficult seeing them so happy together. Behind her confident exterior, Jill was desperate for that companionship with another man, for that closeness and bond. And, God help her, for the sex. But she had no time for a relationship right now. Jill was determined to make it through her pre-med courses and into medical school, and a boyfriend would only serve as a distraction. A relationship would have to wait.

She rolled onto her back with another sigh and gave up on sleep. The bed was too soft, the room too quiet, her mind too fully engaged. Without thinking twice, she rolled out of bed, grabbed her wallet, put on her slippers and made her way down to the bar.

It was dark, quiet, and far from crowded, unsurprising for a Wednesday night. Jill took a seat near the end of the bar and ordered a white Russian, almost licking her lips in anticipation of the sweet drink. She was usually one to drink beer, but she figured she could indulge herself a girly drink for one night. That's when movement at the back corner of the bar caught her eye.

She couldn't discern much about the man that was hidden in the shadows. But he was certainly staring at her. After a few sips of her sweet drink, Jill just couldn't take the scrutiny in silence anymore.

"What?" she almost spit out. "Never seen a girl drinking in her PJs before?"

The man in the corner chuckled and the deep rumble seemed to cut straight through her. Somehow she could see his eyes sparkling even though he stayed cloaked in the shadows.

"Not in public, and not in bunny slippers," he replied.

"Hey, don't knock the slippers," Jill responded as she sipped her drink. There was a hint of a Canadian accent to his deep voice, and it made it all the sexier. The man moved a few barstools closer and was finally bathed in enough light that she could see him clearly. Jill sucked in a breath through her teeth.

He was gorgeous, the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He wore his brown hair short, and his chocolate eyes were framed by the longest lashes Jill had ever seen on a man. There was something strangely familiar about him. And he was staring at her with a look of intense concentration on his face.

"Do I know you?" the man queried before Jill could ask him the same thing.

"That's precisely what I was going to ask." They stared at each other for a few wordless moments, each trying to place the other but failing. "I'm Jill," she said as she offered him her hand.

"Rory," he replied with an easy smile that lit up his face. Jill swallowed hard. Dear God, he's walking sex.

As soon as he took her hand, Jill's heart stuttered and she swallowed hard again. She quickly took a sip of her drink to hide her immediate physical reaction to his touch. Jill shook her head slightly in an attempt to clear it; she never reacted to men this way, and certainly not ones that she just met.

"What?" Rory asked, that same easy grin on his face.

"I just don't know anyone named Rory," Jill said smoothly. He continued to stare at her, and half of her wished that he would stop looking at her like that. Like she was a puzzle he was desperately trying to solve.

The other half of her was inexplicably drawn to him and Jill just wanted to crawl into his lap.

"So then why do you look so familiar?" he asked, almost to himself.

"Does it matter?" Jill responded flippantly. Good girl, keep it light. Though if he keeps staring at me like that, I may burst into flames.

"I guess not," Rory finished lamely. Jill could almost read the disappointment in his eyes.

They sat in relative silence for a few minutes, each eyeing the other unabashedly. Jill and Rory both were still obviously trying to place the other.

"So why are you in a hotel bar so late on a Wednesday night?" he queried after a while.

Jill shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. You?"

"The same."

The jukebox in the corner started to play Stevie Ray Vaughn. Jill gave up on trying to identify how she could possibly know this stranger. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, the music carrying her back to smoking pot in Nate's basement the summer before their senior year. They had argued the merits of Hendrix, Vaughn, and B.B. King for hours.

"God, isn't 'Tin Pan Alley' like aural sex?" Jill commented before she could process how it sounded. She blushed as Rory barked out a laugh and nearly spit out his beer.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he chuckled out, his eyes sparkling with humor. The look of mischief on his face made him all the more attractive.

"A-u-r-a-l sex," Jill spelled out with a smile."

"Whatever you say, stranger," came Rory's reply, that same wicked look on his face.

She made her decision then and there. She was lonely, in desperate need of relaxation and sleep, and more attracted to this man than any other she had ever met. She would never see him again.

Jill downed what was left of her drink and almost hopped off of her barstool in anticipation. She walked the few feet between her and Rory and leaned in to whisper in his ear, taking care to gently brush her breasts against his arm.

"So we don't know each other, right?" she breathed, her heart pounding with nerves. This was so unlike her. It made it all the more exciting.

"I thought we had already established that."

"Do you want to get to know me? Upstairs?" Jill asked throatily, enjoying the goose bumps she raised as she breathed onto his neck.

"Oh fuck yes," he growled.

Jill pulled back to gave him a small smile and noticed that his eyes had darkened slightly. She watched as Rory guzzled the last of his beer and threw a ten dollar bill on the bar before standing up. He absolutely towered over her five foot three frame by at least a foot, and Jill had to stop herself from swallowing hard again. If he was that tall, there was no telling how big the hidden parts of him were.

"Come on," Jill nearly whispered, as she nodded towards the exit, suddenly nervous. Nervous, but excited. She had never done anything like this before.

"Yes ma'am," Rory responded as he thread his fingers through hers and led the way through the lobby and to the elevator bank. Jill's breathing quickened a little at the smallest of his touches. His hand was just so warm in hers. Yep, definitely going to spontaneously combust.

Isn't that the point of bringing him upstairs? a smaller voice in her head queried. Jill bit her lip to keep from laughing.

They waited in silence for an elevator. Jill's pulse seemed to pound in anticipation and the ding of the elevator made her jump a little. Rory chuckled beside her. "Oh shut up," she breathed.

They stepped into the elevator with another couple that had obviously just come from some formal event. It just made the whole situation feel that much more awkward as said couple couldn't keep their hands off of each other, making out like teenagers in their corner of the elevator. Mercifully, the duo exited on the fourth floor, leaving Jill and Rory to occupy the elevator alone as they made their way up to floor eighteen.

"Thank God," Jill muttered under her breath as the doors closed again.

Rory chuckled in response. "What, not a fan of PDA?"

"Not particularly, no," Jill laughed back.

"Would you consider this 'public' now that we're alone?" he probed as he stepped closer to her, pushing her back against the wall of the elevator.

"No?" she squeaked in response as Rory pushed his body against hers, trapping her between him and the wall.

"Hmm," he nearly hummed as his eyes darkened. Jill found herself holding her breath until he leaned in. He brushed his lips lightly across hers before pulling away for a moment. He was surprisingly gentle. Jill nearly gasped; the touch of his lips to hers was like a jolt of pure electricity straight to her core.

Right as he cupped her face into his large hands and pressed his lips to hers for an honest kiss, the elevator dinged as the doors opened to Jill's floor. This time they both jumped apart, as if they had been doing something wrong.

Jill chuckled nervously before taking Rory's hand in hers again. "Come on," she prompted before pulling him out of the elevator and into the hallway.

They made their way to Jill's room silently. She pulled out her wallet to locate her room key, though it took a few tries to open the door because she was shaking slightly. It didn't help that Rory had swept her curtain of curly blonde hair to the side and was planting light kisses on her exposed neck.

"Come inside," she said quietly once the door was finally open.

"I fully intend to," Rory responded with a smirk as they stepped into her room. Jill had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep her short burst of laughter silent. Her heart was racing with nerves and she felt like she was teetering on the edge of giddy hysteria.

"Can you give me a minute?" Jill asked. Rory immediately nodded and she scrambled to lock herself in the bathroom.


Cry Little Sister Ch. 01



Are you really doing this? Jill stared at her scarred reflection in the mirror, debating.

He's already in your room. Isn't it a little late to doubt yourself?

She ran some cold water in the sink and splashed some on her face in an attempt to calm her nerves.

In for a penny ... Jill thought with a sigh before squaring her shoulders and exiting the bathroom.

She couldn't help but giggle when she spotted Rory lying on her king size bed, one arm thrown over his head, flipping through the channels on the TV. He looked perfectly relaxed, without a trace of the awkwardness that Jill was feeling.

"Everything alright, beautiful?" Rory asked with a smile as he shut the TV off and the room's light dimmed slightly.

Jill nodded, still grinning at the sight of the handsome man lounging in her hotel bed as if it were his. "By all means, make yourself at home," she chuckled.

"Come here," he commanded throatily when Jill made no move towards him. She nodded again silently; it felt like even her ears were blushing as she approached the bed.

"So you're a military woman, eh?" he said as he sat up to take her hand in his and pull her onto the bed.

Jill toppled over and found herself flat on her back. She would be staring at the ceiling if Rory's gorgeous face weren't blocking it as he lay next to her. "How could you tell?" she asked nervously.

"The sea bag," he replied with a nod to the corner. "How you carry yourself ... the scars." Jill blushed again as she closed her eyes to avoid his stare, unable to help herself. His touch was feather soft on her face, tracing each of the relatively new marks on her visage. It was oddly intimate. "Don't worry, beautiful, it just makes you sexier. There's just something about a woman in uniform."

She opened her eyes and was going to respond but before she could utter a syllable, Rory had gently captured her lips with his again. He ran his tongue against her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him. Jill moaned into him, that same fire as before burning low in her stomach as their tongues touched and danced together.

Rory snaked his hand underneath her pajama top and she jumped a little as the heat of his hands transferred to her skin. He abandoned Jill's lips for her neck and shoulders again, his fingers tracing patterns on her stomach. She could feel her veins pulsing against his lips, her blood surging with a combination of nerves and lust.

"Relax, beautiful," Rory whispered, his tongue flicking out every so often as he took an earlobe between his lips, eliciting a moan from Jill.

"I'm sorry, it's just ... I don't usually do this," she confessed as Rory found the bottom button to her top and flicked it open with one deft movement. Jill moaned again as he spread his hand over her stomach, still working wonders with his lips against her throat. She couldn't help but thread her fingers through his thick hair.

"You don't have to," he murmured into her shoulder as he found another button on her top and freed it. "If you don't want to."

Jill stifled a laugh at the stark contrast between his words and his actions as Rory unfastened the last two buttons that held her top together. The laugh quickly turned into a groan as he laved her neck with his tongue. "I want to," she breathed as he slowly opened her top. His face positively glowed as he took in her naked torso.

"Jesus, you're sexy," Rory whispered as he ran one hand up her stomach to cup a breast. Jill arched into him as his lips found her nipple and swirled his tongue around the taut tip. He was setting her on fire from the inside out. Jill knew her panties would be soaked, if she were wearing any.

Suddenly desperate for skin-on-skin contact, Jill grasped and clawed at Rory's T-shirt until he abandoned her chest long enough for her to remove his shirt. He shifted his body so that he was hovering directly over her, their skin finally touching. They both sighed at the contact.

Rory's tongue delved into her mouth again, positively devouring her. Jill contented herself with splaying her hands across his broad shoulders as their tongues danced. It felt like she was throbbing from between her thighs, desperate for attention. That's when she felt a different, insistent throb on her hip and she broke their kiss to gasp.

He chuckled as he shifted his body just so, meeting Jill's eyes as he placed himself right over her moist core before letting his weight settle on her slightly. Rory throbbed again, eliciting another gasp from Jill. The gasp turned into a moan as he pushed against her center.

Dear God, she wanted him. Coherent thought was getting more and more difficult.

Rory thrust against her gently again, muffling her noises of pleasure with his lips and tongue as he kissed her more forcefully. He was teasing her, making Jill positively ache for the feel of him inside of her.

And then abruptly, all of his delicious weight was pulled off of her. Rory shifted his body so that he was lying next to Jill again, his fingertips tracing light patters over her stomach and breasts.

"W-w-why did you stop?" she couldn't help but gasp out. He was driving her insane.

"Don't you think this will be a bit easier with a few less clothes?" Rory replied with the same wicked smile as before.

Before Jill could respond, he was off the bed in a flash and hooking his thumbs in the elastic of her pajama pants and almost roughly pulling them down and discarding them.

"No panties and no bra?" he asked. "Do you have something against underwear?"

"While sleeping, yes," Jill replied almost defensively.

Rory snorted a little with laughter and shook his head. "I'm getting to know more and more about you with every passing minute, stranger."

Jill couldn't help but try to cover herself a little as he continued to stand over her, just staring. Rory lay next to her again and suddenly her wrists were being held by one of his large hands over her head, his grip strong.

"Don't you dare," he growled. "I want to see all of you."

Her wrists still captured on the bed, she could do nothing to stop Rory's other hand from moving up and down her body. Not that she wanted him to. His fingers lingered on her scars. Jill couldn't help but blush.

"Dear God, do you know how fucking beautiful you are?" Rory muttered hoarsely. His voice seemed to have dropped an octave from just a minute ago. Jill watched as his focus zoomed on the largest scar, a long gash underneath her right arm. She almost immediately tensed; any touch to the area had always been painful. On bad days, even wearing a shirt with sleeves could make her cry.

But she was helpless to stop him. Rory dipped his head and planted one gentle kiss, then two more, on the jagged scar. Jill let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Somehow, he hadn't hurt her.

"You're stunning," Rory said simply before leaning in to kiss her. On the surface, the kiss was gentle, tender. But Jill could sense the deep restraint behind it. He was being driven just as crazy as she was. Jill tugged against his hold on her wrists, desperate to touch him on her own terms. Rory's hold stayed firm. "Oh no you don't, beautiful. Right now you're mine." His words sent a ripple of pleasure up and down her spine.

With his free hand, he explored Jill's body inch by inch, up and down her arms, her sides. He cupped her breasts while leaning his head down to press the flat of his tongue to one nipple. He flicked it and swirled his tongue around one hard pearl, then the other. His mouth otherwise occupied, his hand started making its way down her stomach ever so slowly. Jill squirmed beneath him, occasionally testing her luck by pushing against Rory's hold on her wrists. His grip didn't budge.

"Nuh-uh-uh," he tutted, Rory's eyes meeting hers as he smiled. "Behave, stranger." Jill whimpered and squirmed beneath his gaze.

"Please let me touch you," she pleaded breathlessly.

"Not yet," he replied again with a smile. "Now be a good girl and don't move those hands, or I'll make you regret it."

Rory's grip on her wrists slackened. Jill had to consciously keep her hands still, desperate to splay her hands on his shoulders and explore the hard planes of his muscles. But she didn't move. She held her breath without realizing it.

"Good girl," Rory breathed. In a flash he was off the bed and kneeling at the foot of it. In another second his hands were on Jill's hips, tugging her bottom to nearly the edge of the mattress.

"W-w-what are you doing?" she stammered in surprise.

His responding smile was nothing but wickedness. "Don't move those hands," he reminded her one last time.

Before she had a chance to feel self-conscious, his hands were parting her thighs and his mouth was on her. Jill cried out in shock as his tongue lapped at her, dipping into her for a moment before coming back up to swirl it around her most sensitive nub. "Oh God," she cried, all the fire that had been coursing through her body moving in and concentrating in her lower stomach. "OhGodohGodohGod," Jill whined again and again.

And then Rory slipped a finger into her, curving up to stroke her just right as his tongue continued its work. "Oh God, Rory, I'm going to ..." she panted. "Oh God, I'm coming!" Jill screamed as the fire in her stomach exploded, the orgasm racking her body. Wave after wave crashed over her as Rory refused to let up, his tongue still insistent on her and his finger still working steadily within her. She could feel herself pulsing around his finger in time with the waves of release coursing through her. Without thinking, she thread her fingers through his thick hair, trying to pull him away, silently begging him to stop and let her come down.

He slowed and stopped, planting one last, light kiss on her before slipping his finger out and moving upright to catch Jill's eye. "I had no idea you were so religious, beautiful," he said hoarsely, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

Jill laughed and placed a hand over her face, suddenly self-conscious again. "Oh my God," she nearly whispered. She registered the sound of a zipper and peeked from behind her fingers to watch as Rory undid his pants and stepped out of them. His boxer-briefs soon followed. "Oh my God," she repeated, her tone completely different. He was hard, and huge. How was she going to fit all of that inside of her?

His eyes positively bored into hers, the warm chocolate brown of them nearly engulfed by the dark black of his pupils. "You moved your hands," he said almost threateningly.

Jill's eyes widened. She felt genuinely scared for the first time since she had splashed that water on her face. Surely that had been a game, a tease, not a direct threat?

Rory must have read the fear behind her eyes because his face softened a bit. "Relax, beautiful, I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered before pulling her upright and into his arms. Jill sighed in relief as his fingers found her hair, gently running his hands through her locks. And then he fisted his hands into her hair and tugged her head back to look at him. "But I am still going to make you pay," he said with a wicked grin.

And then his lips were slanted over hers and he was kissing her. Jill could taste herself on him but couldn't bring herself to care. There was too much urgency, too much need, too much built up passion behind his kiss. The fire in her blood was back, twice as strong as before. And still Rory devoured her, in no apparent rush for what Jill was so longing for.

She could feel him growl as he tilted her head with his hold on her hair and took the kiss even deeper, their tongues a blurry mess. Suddenly he broke the kiss and stood up. Before Jill could protest, he slipped his hands into her underarms and easily tossed her further back on the bed than she had been.

And he was on top of her again, his thighs nudging hers apart until Jill could feel Rory's swollen head rested against her slit. He slipped a hand between them, rubbing himself on her, jolts of electricity shocking her every time he hit that one sensitive nub.

"Beg," Rory demanded, his eyes boring into her.

"What?" Jill whispered. He cut off the rest of her question with another harsh kiss, his tongue unrelenting against hers. She squirmed as he continued to rub against her, barely slipping the head in before pulling out. Her mouth was too occupied for the moan to make a sound, but Jill was sure that Rory could feel the vibrations in her chest.

"You heard me," he growled, breaking the kiss. "Beg. Tell me that you want this."

Jill's eyes widened as he stared at her intently. There was no question, he was going to drive her insane until she pleaded for him to fuck her, begged to feel all of him. She was just proud, too proud.

At least she thought she was until he slipped a finger into her again, curling it up to hit that spot. "Oh God, Rory, please, I need you inside of me," she whined.

"I already am," he teased, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

"Fuck me, please!" Jill's plea turned into a moan as he slid into her slowly, filling her up inch by inch. Rory held himself inside for a minute, letting her adjust to his generous girth. "Oh my God," she whispered. Their eyes met and they just stared at each other, awed.

"Holy shit, beautiful," he murmured back.

Despite Jill's reservations, they fit perfectly. There was nothing in the world to her in that moment other than Rory's eyes boring into her as his hips started to move. Jill's gasp caught in her throat. She just couldn't pull her eyes from his. Neither could he.

Rory pulled out completely before burying himself into her again, and again, and again. Jill lifted her hips to meet his and barely recognized that he was hitting that spot just right again, stoking the fire that continued to burn low in her stomach. Something in the way he angled into her brushed her just right. Jill gasped again as another orgasm approached.

She still couldn't take her eyes off of his. They were both breathing hard, their chests rising and falling almost in time with each other. He continued to push into her, their gazes locked. It was as if he wanted to see every little reaction, every hint of pleasure that he gave her.

There really was nothing else in the world but the two of them.

Jill's breathing grew shallow as his pace increased, closing her eyes as he brought her closer and closer to release.

"Don't," he all but groaned. "I want to watch you come this time."

Jill's eyes opened again in surprise, but refused to look away from him again. His thrusts came faster, still just as deep, just as intense. Rory snaked his hand in between them and stroked her where their bodies met.

"Oh God," Jill whispered. "OhGodohGodohGod!" she chanted again. And then she came undone once more, every nerve in her body pulsing with electricity and release. She could feel herself squeezing Rory from the inside over and over as the waves crashed again through her consciousness.

Seconds, eons later he kissed her with a growl, his thrusts becoming erratic and harder. And then he came inside of her, groaning and throbbing as he emptied everything he had into Jill.

Rory stayed over her, kissing her, pulling back every so often to look into her eyes before angling his lips back down for more contact with hers. They lay that way for a few minutes until their breathing was back to normal and Rory was soft enough to easily slip out of her. He rolled over and pulled Jill into his arms, spooning her. They lay that way, comfortably silent and satisfied, until they both drifted off to sleep. 



Cry Little Sister Ch. 02



Like last time, a big thank you to SoCalCynic for editing this.

Hope you guys enjoy, because I think this is where the fun really starts ... as always, comments and votes are all appreciated.

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Jill stirred next to Rory, effectively waking up some parts of him before his brain followed. He held his breath as she exhaled a soft sigh and fluttered her eyelashes. Jill rocked her body slightly until she was snuggled even further into his arms, then stilled as her breathing slowed and grew deeper.

Rory let go of the breath that he had been holding and glanced over at the clock. Three a.m. Any other night, any other woman, he would have groped her and rubbed against her ass until she woke and they went for round two. But he just couldn't bring himself to disturb her sleep, despite how insistent his erection was. Something about Jill stopped him; but he couldn't quite put his finger on what.

She was an angel. What in the world had he done to deserve this goddess?

He was certainly no angel. His friends regularly called him a womanizing asshole, and he acknowledged they were usually right. He was rather notorious for his treatment of the fairer sex.

Rory had already been contemplating how best to seduce her in the bar when she had turned the tables and propositioned him first. Even in old man pajamas and -- he snorted silently at the memory -- bunny slippers, she had been so beautiful, somehow innocent and sexy all at once.

And so shy. It seemed that at every turn she had blushed or covered her face, until the very end. And what the fuck had that been all about? Staring at each other the way they had, neither able to break eye contact, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.

In that moment, it hadn't felt like casual sex at all. Instead it was almost as if they were making love.

But that was impossible; they barely knew each other. Hell, he didn't even know her last name, or where she was from. Only that she was gorgeous and in some branch of the military. And that she was very fond of calling upon the Lord as she careened into orgasm.

Rory chuckled silently, then stilled as Jill shifted again in her sleep. There was something about this girl, he decided. And he knew then that he had to see her again. Reassured by that decision, he closed his eyes and moments later joined Jill in her slumber.

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Jill woke up naked, cold, and disoriented. A quick glance around reminded her that she was in a hotel in downtown Denver, where she had spent the night.

And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. It was where she had spent the night with Rory.

She bolted upright, clinging the sheet to her naked torso. He was gone. Jill collapsed back down on the bed, not even trying to hide her disappointment. There was no one to hide it from.

Jill choked back sudden tears. You knew what you were getting into, the voice in her head reasoned. This is how one-night stands work.

But last night, the other half of her brain reasoned. It was too special to be a one-night stand.

Maybe for you, but it wasn't for him. Or he would still be here.

Jill let herself cry for a few minutes, feeling used and hurt, and stupid for initiating the whole thing. If this is how one-night stands went, then it would be the first and last one she ever had.

Her tears dried eventually. Jill risked rolling over to look at the clock. Ten thirty. Oh God, she had to meet Casey downstairs in half an hour. She jumped out of bed to grab some clothes for a quick shower, grateful for the distraction from her thoughts. It was just as the sheet fell away that the breakfast tray on the table by the window caught her eye.

It was piled with Danishes, bagels, and muffins, complete with a bottle of orange juice and a couple of milk cartons sitting in her ice bucket. Jill's heart leapt as she saw the note card scrawled with a man's messy handwriting.

She plowed into the breakfast items, too famished to open the card until the tray was empty and the bottle of orange juice half gone.

Beautiful Jill, it read. Good morning, stranger. I'm sorry that I couldn't be here to ravage you again when you woke, but I had a meeting that I couldn't miss. And I couldn't bear to wake a sleeping angel, just to do such dirty things to her. Call me, we'll go to dinner and we can get to know each other vertically before we get reacquainted horizontally.

His signature was scrawled across the bottom, large and illegible, followed by his phone number. Jill hid her smile behind her hand. Rory wanted to see her again. Happiness and relief flooded through her at the thought, quickly followed by worry and the inevitable voice of reason.

Your pre-med program. No time for a relationship, remember?

Oh God, what was she going to do? Jill buried her head in her hands. What had she gotten herself into?

She pressed the heels of her hands into her closed eyelids until stars appeared. It wasn't supposed to be this way, that much she knew. One-night stands meant that each person knew what they were getting into, just meaningless sex for one evening. No one's feelings got hurt. There weren't supposed to be feelings involved at all.

She jumped as her cell phone rang from the dresser along the far wall. Jill just sat and stared at it from across the room, immobile with indecision. A few moments later and it silenced. And then rang again.

Cursing under her breath, Jill padded her way across the room. A quick look at the caller ID and she exhaled in relief.

"Morning Casey," she mumbled into the phone, stretching for the first time and registering the wonderful soreness in her stomach and thighs. Oh, how she had missed that feeling.

"You up, showered, ready? I'll be there in just a few."

"No, I'm sorry Case. I overslept," Jill lied easily. "I'll be down in twenty, OK?"

"OK," Casey finished before ending the call. Jill exhaled loudly, grateful that her new sister didn't seem to be too perturbed by the delay.

A quick shower, a scramble to pull on clothes, and Jill was out the door and in the elevators.

Casey was sitting on a chaise in the lobby when Jill spotted her. Casey took one look at her and burst out laughing. "Overslept, my ass," she managed out between snickers.

Jill groaned and hid her face in her hands. "Is it that obvious?"

"You're glowing, sweetheart," Casey said kindly, though still chuckling. "That is the look of someone who has been completely and thoroughly fucked. Come on, let's get out of here."

She did the pregnant waddle out the door and Jill followed, laughing to herself too. Good thing she wasn't supposed to meet up with Jason today because of the game, or he might kill her. Always the protective big brother.

"So who is he?" Casey prompted as they loaded into the car and pulled out into traffic.

"Err ..." Jill hesitated for a moment. "Before I tell you, you have to swear not to tell my brother."

The other woman laughed as she weaved between cars. "What is this, high school? Jason knows you're a big girl now."

"As far as Jason knows, I'm still a virgin."

"What, like you would share your sex life with him if he knew you weren't?" Casey fired back.

"I just don't want my big brother to think I'm a slut!" Jill exclaimed. "And knowing him, Jason would hunt down the guy and threaten him if he ever found out."

"Alright, alright, I won't tell my husband!"

"I swear to you, Casey, I've never done anything like this before. But I met him in the hotel bar."

Casey laughed in response. "You slut!"

Jill giggled along with her, but not without playfully slapping her sister in the arm. "Am not! He's only the second guy I've ever been with."

"Bullshit."

"Swear to God," Jill countered. "I'm really not a slut! It just kind of ... happened."

"I'll bet it did," Casey murmured under her breath. "So are you going to see him again? I thought you said at dinner that you weren't going to date until after you were done with med school? Or was that just for your brother's benefit?"

"No!" Jill exclaimed. "I really meant it! Mean it, I mean."

Casey laughed but eyed her warily. Jill couldn't blame her. They didn't know each other that well yet, and her actions were definitely at odds with her words.

"It wasn't supposed to be this complicated," Jill groaned.

"It never is, sweetheart."

"It was just supposed to be meaningless sex! There wasn't supposed to be a connection!"

"So make him a fuck buddy," Casey suggested. "It must have been pretty fucking amazing for you to be glowing like that."

"Oh dear God, it was. I'm just so confused; I don't know what to do!"

"Well, the way I see it, you have three choices. One, you forget about him, you don't call and you go learn to be a doctor."

"I don't know if that's possible," Jill cut in.

"Then two, you just make him an occasional booty call. Or three, you make a go at dating him."

"ARGH, I just don't fucking know!" Jill buried her face in her hands for what felt like the millionth time that morning. "Can we just talk about something else?"

"Sure thing." Casey flashed a smile. "How about furniture? Because we're here."

Jill raised her head to see they were parked in front of a large furniture store. "Oh thank God."

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Jill entered her hotel room and immediately collapsed on the bed with a sigh, exhausted. The combination of the previous night's activities and hours of shopping had completely drained her. Casey had even offered to take her to the Pepsi Center to watch Jason play, but Jill just couldn't find the energy. She was still baffled at how Casey found the energy, pregnant as she was.

What was it about furniture shopping that was so draining anyway? The two of them had spent hours testing beds, couches, and kitchen chairs. It took a while, but Jill eventually picked out enough furniture to make her new home comfortable.

There was the giant aubergine sectional and the butter-soft leather arm chairs for the living room, not to mention the dining room table made out of salvaged wood. Her favorite choices had been the giant cherry wood sleigh bed with one of those adjustable mattresses and the heavy mahogany desk for the office that already made her feel like a doctor.

All in all, it had been an exhausting day. Productive, but exhausting.

Jill was grateful for it, though. She hadn't had the time or energy to give Rory a second thought since that morning. Now she was back at the hotel, however, with nothing to distract her. She was no closer to a decision now than eight hours ago. It felt like a merry-go-round had been set up in her head; she just kept talking herself in circles. Or like she was plucking the petals off of a flower, as she had as a child: I call him, I call him not. I call him, I call him not ...

Jill didn't even realize she had fallen asleep until the ringing of a phone woke her up. It took a minute to realize it wasn't her cell, but the hotel phone next to the bed. Jill stole a glance at the clock. Eleven fifteen?

"Hello?" she croaked groggily into the receiver.

"You didn't call, beautiful."

Jill went from half-asleep to wide awake in all of the three seconds it took for Rory to finish his sentence.

"I ... um, I didn't ..." she stammered out. "Sorry," she finished lamely.

Rory chuckled in response, sending delicious shivers up and down her spine. "So make it up to me and answer your door." The phone clicked off into a dial tone.

What the ...? Before she could finish the sentence, there was a knock.

She scurried to the peep hole and looked through. Sure enough, Rory was standing there with a giant grin on his face, holding some kind of take-out in one hand and a six-pack of bottled beer in the other.

Jill opened the door without thinking twice, chuckling. "What are you doing?"

"Buying you dinner, stranger," Rory responded with a cocky smile. "Can I come in?"

She didn't budge. "What if I had already checked out?"

Rory replied with a small laugh and a shake of his head. "I called and asked the front desk if Jill in room 1824 had checked out yet before I asked them to transfer me."

"And what if I had been out?"

"Then I would have eaten a huge dinner with six beers to wash it down. So can I come in?" he asked again.

Jill fought the smile that was seemingly determined to make it through her defenses. "Did you ever think there was a reason why I didn't call?" She watched as his face fell and immediately regretted it. "Come on," she laughed out, lifting the beer off of him as he followed her inside, setting it on the bureau across from the bed.

The cardboard had barely left her fingers when Rory loomed behind her, enveloping her waist with his long arms and nudging his head into her shoulder. "Was there a reason you didn't call?" he whispered as he started planting light kisses on her bare skin.

"No. Yes? I don't know," she exhaled with a sigh, relishing the feel of his lips on her neck. "It's complicated."

"Isn't it always?" Rory murmured, more to himself than her. He spun her around and tilted her chin up to look in her eyes for a moment before lowering his lips to hers, hesitant at first, like she may turn him away. But God, how could she?

Seemingly satisfied that Jill wouldn't deny him, Rory thread his fingers through her curls and roughly pulled her head closer to him. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue between her lips. Jill had to grip his shoulders and hang on for what felt like dear life, convinced she would collapse from dizziness if she didn't hold onto him.

That's when her stomach rumbled loud enough for both of them to hear.

They both laughed as the kiss suddenly broke, Rory shaking his head as he did. "Come on, beautiful, let's get some food in you." He planted one last gentle kiss on her lips before stepping away, smirking. "You'll need the energy later."

Jill barked out a quick laugh. So presumptuous; he was right, but still. "So what's for dinner?"

"Figured I couldn't go wrong with a burger and fries," he held out one of the Styrofoam containers with a smile.

"I'm a vegetarian," she replied seriously, then burst out laughing as Rory's face fell again. "Oh hon, you just make it way too easy. Give it here."

He passed the food over, shaking his head as he chuckled along with her. "You are a cruel, cruel woman."

"Aren't we all?" she responded with a smile before grabbing a beer and plopping down on the bed to eat. Rory joined her with his own food soon after.

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Rory risked propping himself up for a moment to eye the glowing red numbers on the bedside clock. Three a.m. again. Jill didn't budge at his slight movement, but still he let his body down slowly, not wanting to wake her.

Another night in heaven with his angel; he really, really didn't deserve her.

A contented sigh escaped his lips before he could stop himself. Rory hadn't been able to think of anything else since he had left her room that morning but Jill, beautiful Jill. He had been absolutely worthless all day and that night. Both Quaid and LeBlanc had made sure to tell him that quite a few times.

The continued silence of his phone had nearly driven him mad by the time he made it back to his apartment that night. In the end, it took all of fifteen minutes of staring at his cell in the living room before he made a quick call to the front desk and headed out the door to pick up food and beer.

Why hadn't she called? Surely he hadn't been alone in his feelings the night before.

They had eaten dinner in comfortable quiet, stealing glances at each other every so often and smiling like idiots. Despite his original intentions to get to know her over dinner, Rory just couldn't bring himself to ask her much about herself. He was scared of finding out that she was even more perfect than he already thought. About the only thing he found the courage to ask her was when she was leaving.

"I check out Sunday morning," she had replied with a smile.

"That's over two days from now," he countered. It was more than he had been hoping for.

"When do you leave?"

"I don't. I was only staying here while they fumigated my place." Rory watched as something flashed across Jill's eyes that he couldn't read. "So I guess we'll have to take full advantage of your last two days in Denver."

At the time, they had only been half-way through the food, but Rory's patience had about reached its limit. Minutes later the food was forgotten on a side table, and they were tangled in the sheets, naked and devouring each other.

Eventually, the food eaten and beer consumed, they lay next to each other in bed and watched SportsCenter -- surprisingly her choice, not his.

"Oh good, the Avs won," Jill had sighed when they showed the scores from the evening's games.

Rory had tried not to tense as he held her, but wasn't sure if he had succeeded. Did she know? Is that why she had propositioned him in the first place?

"Are you a fan?" he asked hesitantly.

Jill had paused, further raising his suspicions before she finally answered. "A bit. My brother cares much more than I do, and he'd be in a pissy mood tomorrow if the Avs had lost, even if it is just the pre-season."

Rory had relaxed slightly then, unsure now though why he even cared. It's not like he had ever had an issue using his very minor celebrity to bed women. But there was something about the thought of Jill doing exactly that which just didn't sit right with him. He wanted to think more highly of her.

Two days. Thank God he wasn't scheduled for a road trip until next week, or he might have broken his own leg to stay here with Jill. That should have been a scary thought, but somehow it wasn't. Probably because they only had a finite amount of time together.

There was no pressure this way; they could just enjoy each other.

And boy, were they. Jill was like a drug; the more he saw her, kissed her, tasted her, the more he wanted.

"What time is it?" Jill asked hoarsely from next to him, jolting him out of his ruminations. She rolling over and pressing her lips to his bare chest.

"Just after three, beautiful. Go back to sleep." Rory planted a gentle kiss in her hair.

She shook her head and tilted her chin up so that she could meet his steady gaze. "Why are you awake?' Even in the dim light of the room, he could see her eyes shining.

"Just thinking."

"Of?"

"You, stranger."

Jill's lips pulled into a smile. "Little old me?" Rory nodded and returned her grin. "What about me?"

"Just about how many times I can sweet talk my way into your panties over the next two days."

Jill's look went from innocent to hungry in a heartbeat. "But I'm not wearing any panties."

"Oh, I know, beautiful." And at that, Rory hauled her on top of him and they began devouring each other once again.

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Jill actually made it downstairs to meet her sister on time the next morning, just in time for Casey to burst out laughing.

"You saw him again, you little minx!"

Jill joined in her humor, unable to help herself. "He didn't exactly give me a choice." She proceeded to explain how Rory had just showed up with dinner and drinks as they walked to the car.

"So you've made your decision then?" the other woman prompted after Jill was done.

"I think so. No harm in seeing him until I check out Sunday. Registration isn't until next week, so he can't be a distraction when I'm not in school, right?"

The two women chatted easily the rest of the way to Target. Where yesterday's objective had been furniture, today's goal was to gather the other odds and ends needed for apartment living : dishes and appliances, towels and a shower curtain, pillows and bedding.

Jill had always disliked shopping, and she began to suspect that Casey felt the same way as they made their way through the vast store. Thank God they only had one more day's worth of such toil on Thursday, and that was inevitably going to be Jill's favorite part: the gadgetry. Jason had an optional practice, which he was going to skip so that he could take her to Best Buy himself. The two siblings had always shared a love for technology.




Cry Little Sister Ch. 02



Hours later and Jill felt like her apartment was about as well stocked as possible with two days of shopping under their belt. They finished just in time to meet Jason after a team meeting and grab some Chinese buffet. Thankfully, he wasn't as perceptive as Casey. But he did pick up on Jill's mood almost immediately.

"What are you so happy about, sis?" he piped up as the hostess showed them to their seats.

Jill did her best not to blush and Casey looked away pointedly. "Just happy that the apartment is coming together. You still going to bribe some of the guys to come help us paint next week?"

Jason nodded as they sat at their table, then looked over to Casey. "I was thinking of asking Stratton, Kellan, and Winnie."

"Sounds good, they're all harmless enough. What about O'Brian?" his wife prompted. "He helped us paint the place last time."

"Fuck no. I don't want him sniffing around my baby sister."

"Oh, he wouldn't dare," Casey replied as the trio placed their drink orders and headed off to the buffet.

"Who is this O'Brian guy?" Jill cut in.

Casey surprised her by snorting with laughter. "I'm surprised that you don't know. He and your brother are in love. They'll be announcing their engagement any day now."

Jason shot his wife a flabbergasted look as Jill joined Casey's giggles. "He's my defensive partner, most of the time. And as much as I do love the man, he's the biggest horndog on the team."

"You do know I was in the Army, right big brother? I'm used to men being almost nothing but walking hard-ons." The woman in line next to her shot her an offended look. "Sorry."

"I don't care what you're used to," Jason shot back grumpily, eliciting even more chuckles from the two most important women in his life.

"Fine, no O'Brian," Casey conceded with an eye roll. "They'll meet each other eventually, you know, at some team function or another."

"I know," Jason agreed with a sigh. "Just not yet, at least. Now, my darling wife, what do I have to bribe you with for the last bit of that Schezwan beef?"

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Jill had been back at the hotel for all of twenty minutes when her room phone rang. She risked a quick glance at the clock and smiled. Four o'clock, right on the nose.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, beautiful."

"Rory," Jill breathed with a sigh. Why did she suddenly feel so ... relieved?

"Mmm, you actually sound happy to hear from me."

"That's because I am."

"Do I still get to take you out tonight?" Rory asked. He actually sounded nervous, it was quite cute.

"Hmm," Jill paused, pretending to think about it. "That depends ... will you make it worth my while?"

Rory's responding chuckle sent goose bumps all over her skin. "You know I will, stranger. When can I pick you up?"

"Make it an hour."

Fifty-five minutes later and Jill was inspecting her reflection in the mirror. Not bad.

Finally Rory was going to see her in something other than her old man pajamas. She had dug out one of the few dresses she owned, a little white eyelet sundress that showed more leg than she usually would. Jill figured she wouldn't have much use for it again for at least another eight years, so why not pull it out now?

One look at the expression on Rory's face when she answered the door told Jill that she had definitely made the right choice in attire. Half a second later he was on her, kissing her hungrily and pressing his body to hers while he bunched the skirt up to her waist. Rory went to cup her between her legs and groaned when he met no resistance.

"Do you have some kind of moral issue with panties?" he growled into her ear before tugging on the lobe with his teeth. Jill was dizzy with desire, the whole quick encounter a whirlwind of hormones and need. She couldn't answer him, only force out a breathless laugh. It quickly turned into a gasp as Rory lifted her at the waist and walked a few steps before placing her bare ass on the cold wood of the desk in the corner.

A rough kiss, an undone zipper, and Rory was sliding into her. Jill's legs instinctively circled his waist and her arms wrapped around his shoulders as Rory pushed into her again and again.

His eyes pulled her in, their chocolate brown soft and warm with emotion, and hazy with lust.

His thrusts remained constant, long and deep as he rubbed her just right. "Oh God," Jill whispered as he brought her right to the brink. "OhGodohGodohGod." Her fingernails clawed at his back and she bit down on his shoulder as she came apart around him, fighting sobs of pleasure as she rode every wave he drew out of her. Rory pushed into her roughly one final time, following her orgasm with his own.

It was over as quickly as it started. But oh, what a ride.

There was no telling how long they stayed joined, her body so completely wrapped around his. Jill eventually lifted her head to meet Rory's lips with her own for a few gentle kisses. He eventually slid out of her and helped Jill adjust her skirt back to normal.

"Did I hurt you?" Jill asked while stretching his shirt aside to inspect his shoulder, looking for blood. She breathed out a sigh; she hadn't broken his skin with her teeth.

"I'm invincible, beautiful. You can claw and bite at me all you want." He shook his head and pulled her up into another kiss. "Now did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" Rory asked with a wicked smile when they broke apart again.

"I don't think you really mentioned it, but you certainly made your point," she replied with a laugh.

Rory pulled her back into his arms and nuzzled his way into her neck. "Well, you look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," she whispered back, fighting back a shudder as his lips started making their way back to her ear. "So where are we going?" Jill asked a moment later as Rory's hands started making their way under her skirt again. If they didn't get going now, they may not make it out of the hotel room. Not that she would mind that much, but she didn't put on a dress just to stay in.

"Trying to distract me, stranger?" he murmured into her hair. Rory seemed to remember himself and let her dress fall back to her thighs, but not before groping her bare ass for a moment.

"Maybe."

Rory chuckled and straightened up so that he was standing completely upright again. Would she ever get used to just how much he towered over her? It hit her like a ton of bricks. She wasn't going to have much of an opportunity to get used to it.

His responding smile was huge and it sufficiently distracted her from that suddenly very depressing thought. Rory was obviously pleased with whatever plans he had made for them that night. "So tell me, beautiful Jill, how do you feel about ... roller coasters?"



Cry Little Sister Ch. 03



I have to once again thank SoCalCynic for editing this thing. He puts up with my ramblings and my bad writing habits, so he deserves lots of free booze and cookies, should you guys ever run across him. Thanks again, Cynic, for making me feel like a better writer than I actually am.

Speaking of free booze and cookies, you readers deserve some too! Thanks for all of the comments, the kind emails and nice ratings. Every single one of them makes me squee. Really. And yes, I just used the term squee. So please, keep sending them so I can squee some more. I'm done with the word squee now, I promise.

OK, one more time. Squee!

Enjoy!

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"Oh God," Jill whined. "OhGodohGodohGodohGOD!" she screamed as the roller coaster reached the top of the first hill and started its ninety-foot free fall. Her entire body felt weightless for a moment and then her stomach was suddenly thrown in the other direction as the coaster started its dive down the back side of the hill. As she reached out and desperately clutched Rory's hand, she could hear his laugh distinctly over the other riders' screams. Gravity kicked in hard, pulling her entire body down and to the rear as the coaster reached the bottom of its plunge before launching up another hill.

How had he convinced her to do this?

They plunged into darkness for a few seconds as they went through a tunnel. Within seconds the rickety wooden roller coaster pulled them up and down again, crests endlessly alternating with dips. A minute later and the ride slowed, the coaster pulling into the station so the next group of unsuspecting riders could have their turn in hell.

Jill was shaking slightly as Rory helped her out of the car, still chuckling to himself. He wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her make her way safely down the stairs and to the wide avenue in front of the ride.

"That was hardly fair, you know," he laughed out once they had sat down on a wide concrete bench overlooking the coaster's entrance. Of course it was on the same stupid bench that they had been sitting on when he had talked her into trying out the stupid roller coaster in the first place. Stupid, her brain threw at her one more time for good measure.

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Jill stammered out. She was still shaking, her body having trouble processing all of the adrenaline that had flooded her system.

Rory tugged at her waist until she was leaning against him, then put his arms around her until the tremors stopped. Satisfied that she was calming, he leaned his head down to her neck to whisper in her ear. "You about gave me a hard-on before we went down that first hill, screaming like you were coming."

Jill couldn't help but laugh, warm relief flooding through her at finally being back on the ground. She turned her head and gave Rory a swift kiss on the cheek, despite her thoughts on public displays of affection. "I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. That's what you get for dragging me on that thing in the first place!"

"Drag?" he chuckled back, skimming the back of his hand up and down her bare arm. "You went willingly, beautiful."

"Only because you lied to me! You should try it, the fear is half the fun!" she parroted his earlier words back to him. "It's not half the fun! Fear is just that, fear! It's your mind being completely and entirely logical about not walking on to a death trap! There's a reason why I had never been on a roller coaster before today!"

"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy yourself?" Rory prompted after her rant.

The question actually pulled Jill up short, making her pause to think for a moment. "I don't know; I was too busy being terrified."

His responding laugh seemed to echo around them. Jill couldn't help but smile a little. Maybe she would try it again sometime. But definitely not today.

Rory watched her while he continued to hold her close. After several seconds he sighed and planted a quick kiss on the top of her head, his own thoughts seemingly echoing hers. "Okay, no more roller coasters today. There's more to Elitch Gardens than that, you know." And at those words, he pulled her off the bench to follow him.

Now that she had survived the trial by roller coaster, Jill found that she could actually enjoy the rest of the amusement park. Before, it seemed that her vision would do nothing but zoom in on the torturous rides and the poor trapped passengers plummeting to what should have been their deaths. Now she could appreciate the arcades, the old-time fair games and the rides not requiring every drop of her adrenaline.

Rory stopped and bought her some cotton candy, insisting that sugar would be good for her system after the shock of the coaster. She failed to see the logic, but still took it gratefully.

The couple walked the park as they shared the sweet, talking and laughing as they went. The invisible conversation barrier between them had broken, probably because they knew how little time they had left together.

Jill talked about growing up a tomboy in Indianapolis and shared some of her more harmless Army tales, while Rory shared stories of his own childhood in British Columbia. The two seemed to avoid discussing anything current, like Jill's plans once she "left" or what Rory even did for a living. But they still found plenty of common ground, discussing favorite movies, music, and books, pet peeves and their surprisingly mutual dislike of Wilfred Brimley.

"It's diabetes, not diabetus!" Jill laughed out loud as they left the arcade.

"You'd think that if he has the disease, he'd at least know how to pronounce it," Rory agreed with a smile as he reached out and took her hand in his.

"And in the newer commercials, it's almost like he knows that he's saying wrong, so he tries to put even more emphasis on it!"

He nodded and smiled, suddenly quiet. Jill left him to it. She learned long ago from her brother that when men were ready to talk, they would. Prodding didn't do anything to help them along. So they walked on in silence, their fingers intertwined as twilight descended around them.

After a few minutes, Rory pulled her to a stop and looked her up and down with a smirk. "So how about it, stranger?" He looked up pointedly, and Jill's gaze followed to the top of the giant Ferris wheel, standing at least 100-feet high. "I know you're not wild about roller coasters ..."

"That's a fucking understatement," Jill cut in with an apologetic smile.

"But are you afraid of heights?"

"Not really," she answered with a shrug.

"Then come on." He tugged at her hand and they made their way to the end of the short line to board.

A short, quiet wait later and they were escorted into their own little carriage. Rory helped her in first before joining her. Jill gasped a little as the basket swayed with his weight, but she calmed fairly quickly as Rory pulled her into his arms.

The two didn't talk much as the ride moved up in intervals as other riders took their respective places. They finally reached the very top as the neon of the wheel blazed into life, taking her breath away. Between the glow of the lights and the bird's eye view of downtown Denver, Jill was speechless. The scene was indescribably beautiful.

"It's just stunning, isn't it?" Rory whispered, voicing her own thoughts again. "When I'm homesick and the park is open, I come here. Something about the view reminds me why I love Denver so much."

"Thank you, for bringing me here, for sharing this with me." He nodded, and Jill snuggled closer into him as a breeze picked up. Now full, the wheel started its slow rotation and they rode in comfortable silence. There was something so intimate about it; it was as if they were alone.

So she didn't mind much when Rory pulled her face to his for a long kiss. There was no urgency behind the touch, rather a tenderness. It was almost as if he were afraid to break her. His hands were warm against her neck and face, a stark contrast to the cool breeze that continued to swirl around them. The shiver that ran down her spine had nothing to do with the cold, and everything to do with him.

An abrupt stop broke the spell and reminded them of exactly where they were. Not alone, but surrounded by other park guests in the middle of downtown Denver.

Once back in the loading area, they made their way off the ride and headed towards the exit in silence. No more words were necessary.





Cry Little Sister Ch. 03



"You're what?" Jason asked incredulously. "You're just fucking with us, right?"

Rory shook his head and gave a sad laugh. "I half-wish I was."

"Holy shit," Kellan piped in, awed. "I never thought I'd see the day that you fell in fucking love."

"Me either," Jason chipped in. "Who is this girl?"

Rory looked away pointedly while he too a long draught of his beer. He finally answered, though hesitantly. "I don't want to say, it feels like it would jinx it." His friends roared with laughter. Rory was the least superstitious of the lot of them.

After the laughter finally subsided, Kellan let out a low whistle. "She must really be something."

Rory nodded fervently, then froze as his cell phone rang. "Shit, it's her," he mumbled as he checked the caller ID and recognized the phone number to her room.

"What the fuck are you doing, idiot? Answer it!" Jason all but screamed, eliciting a pointed stare from Mac, the bar owner. Jason waved an apology then watched as Rory let it roll into voice mail. "Did the headshot you took the other day somehow make you even more stupid?"

"I can't talk to her, not until I know what I'm doing."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You finally find some beautiful creature that not only tolerates you, but likes you enough to sleep with you on more than one occasion, and you don't know what to fucking do? Fuck, O'Brian. I'm going to the can, you talk some sense into him, Quaid."

"He just wants you to be happy, you know that, right?" Kellan asked as they watched Jason walk away.

"I know." It had always been like this between the two men; deep brotherly love hidden by foul language and mock loathing.

"How do you not know what to do? I thought you loved her."

"I do." Rory leaned over and gently beat his head against the table. "She's fucking perfect. She's too good for me."

"Says who?"

"Me. She doesn't deserve to be strung along, to deal with a long-distance thing every other week, to deal with my issues."

"Maybe you should let her decide for herself," Kellan suggested kindly.

Rory shrugged, unsure of how to respond. Maybe Quaid had a point. "Can we just get drunk now? Before the season starts and we can't anymore?"

Jason returned then with another full pitcher of dark beer. "Hell yes we can."

Sometime in between sober and intoxicated oblivion, Rory made his decision.





Cry Little Sister Ch. 04



First off, as always, much thanks and gratitude go out to SoCalCynic for being awesome and editing this yet again. Really, it wouldn't read half as well as it does if it weren't for him.

Sorry that there was a little bit of a delay on this, guys. Unfortunately life tends to get in the way every so often. So without further ado, here's chapter four.

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Jill half hoped that Rory would still be in the hallway when she opened the door to leave the next morning. He wasn't.

She rode the elevator down to the lobby, her sea bags piled onto a luggage cart, her eyes downcast, not quite focused on the carpeting. Jill couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to look at the hotel the same way, or even return to Elitch Gardens again.

Once Jill finally made her way downstairs, Casey took one look at her sister and pulled her into a big, pregnant hug. "I'm so sorry, hon," she whispered. And without another word between the two of them, Casey checked her out and led her out to the Jeep. She even passed Jill a pair of sunglasses to hide her red eyes from the world.

They beat the furniture delivery to the apartment by all of three minutes. After that it was a long, complex dance of getting everything into the right room, set up just the way Jill wanted it. The TV came around noon, along with some Geek Squad guys to set up all of the electronics she had purchased the previous day.

Jill was grateful for the whole complicated mess. It made it difficult to remember just how empty and hollow she felt inside.

Jason joined them around one, freshly showered from practice but looking a little hung over. Casey explained softly that he had been out with the notorious O'Brian until late: "Your brother will be feeling too bad to notice that you're not exactly feeling great either."

Jill shot her sister a grateful smile. "Thank goodness for small miracles," she whispered hoarsely, her throat still raw from crying all night.





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"I have no idea what you're talking about, Kellan," Jill sputtered out in a lame attempt at cover. Was he right?

"Your face just lit up when you were looking at him. You're glowing, Jill." She watched as Kellan put two and two together. "Holy shit, you're the one he's been so broken up over!"

"He's been broken up over me?" Jill whispered, risking another glance across the yard at Rory. He had a strange look on his face, but she couldn't quite read it.

"You have no idea, sweetheart. He's been tripping all over himself twice as much as usual. Coach is actually threatening to send him down to Lake Erie."

"Lake Erie?" she asked, a puzzled look on her face.

"The minors," Kellan explained with a sigh before continuing. "But that's beside the point. How did this happen?"

"I didn't know he was a teammate!" she said louder than she meant to, but then quickly lowered her voice again. "And he didn't know Jason's my brother! It was just supposed to be a one-night stand!"

"How did you not recognize him? And for the love of all that is holy, how did he not recognize you? You and your brother look scarily alike. Good thing Jason's a pretty man."

Jill took another pull from her beer and covered her responding laugh with her hand before she could spit even more booze onto the lawn. "I think that was a compliment, so thank you?" She couldn't help but sigh before she continued. "I've been overseas for two years, between Iraq and Germany, Kellan! They rarely show NHL games over there. I couldn't recognize half the team if my life depended on it."

"Your brother is going to flip his fucking lid. I do not want to be there when he finds out."

"Oh dear God, Kellan, you cannot tell him," Jill begged. "He's got enough on his plate with a new baby on the way. He might have the aneurysm I've been warning him about if he finds out."

"I won't tell him, Jill," he said sadly. "It's not my business to. But you need to think about telling him soon. Because the longer it goes on for, the more pissed off and hurt he's going to be when he does eventually find out."

"I know. Thanks, Kellan." Jill couldn't help but smile at her newest, most unexpected confidante.





Cry Little Sister Ch. 05



No one to thank for this one. Nope. Not at all.

Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I have to thank SoCalCynic for editing this, once again. Can you believe we went through *8* edits of this chapter? But I think we finally got it right. Seriously, someone get this man some free booze and cookies, stat!

I know it's been a longer wait than usual, so without further ado ... enjoy!

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Jill watched as Jason and Casey's house shrank in the side view mirror of the car. Rory wove their way through the quiet neighborhood as the sun set, the silence in the vehicle nearly deafening.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Rory finally spoke, his voice almost a whisper. Jill could hear the raw pain in his voice and it made her chest ache in response. She turned to examine him, but he wouldn't look at her, opting to focus on the road instead with his jaw clenched.

"I told you it was complicated," she sighed.

"Then just start at the beginning."

Jill took a few nerve-wracking minutes to try and compose her thoughts and slow her pulse. It was difficult with the man she had been losing so much sleep over sitting within reach. She could sense his impatience so she just took a quick breath and began to speak.

"When I was in high school, I had to work really hard for my grades. There were people in my class that got straight A's without even trying, but that wasn't me. I barely had a social life. I would study for hours a day, and still sometimes I'd have to do extra credit. But I got my 4.0.

"I had to work just as hard to pass the tests to be a nurse in the Army. I guess I'm trying to say that I've never been super intelligent, but I always made up for it with hard work. I fell in love with helping people through medicine, so I applied to a pre-med program and through some miracle, I got in." Jill knew she was rambling, but now that the words were finally coming, she just couldn't stop herself. She had to tell him this; he mattered too much now.

"So a month ago, I show up in Denver, ready to commit to years upon years of nothing but endless textbooks, studying, and papers so that I could be a doctor. There was no way I could be in a relationship; I just wouldn't have the time if I wanted a prayer of passing. And then you showed up ..."

"Sorry," Rory quietly apologized, flashing a sad smile as his eyes stayed on the road. But he did risk reaching over to briefly squeeze Jill's hand before dropping it. That single touch was enough to set her pulse racing again.

Jill took a few deep breaths and continued. "I figured it was just going to be the one night, that there was no harm in bringing a stranger to bed, just once." She paused as she shook her head, then continued in a bittersweet tone, "For meaningless sex." Jill laughed, once, then went on in a quiet voice, "But it wasn't meaningless. We ... connected, and you left me that note, and you showed up at my door at midnight ...

"So I had to think about it again. Surely there wouldn't be any harm in seeing you until I moved into my apartment? School didn't start for another week. You couldn't distract me from classes when they weren't happening.

"But then you took me to Elitch Gardens and we rode that damn Ferris wheel. And we came back to the room and ..." she trailed off, unsure of the words that threatened to fall out of her mouth. "And we ..."

"Made love," Rory supplied for her.

Jill blushed and nodded. "And you left the next morning without saying a word."

"Maybe the stupidest thing I've ever done."

"Why? Why did you just disappear like that?"

Rory considered her question for a long moment as Jill's heart raced even faster the longer it took for him to respond. But his answer was simple enough, and certainly one that she could relate to. "I got scared."

"And then you came back that night ..." Jill had to breathe deeply to stop the tears from coming. "It broke my heart not to let you in the room. But I had to. I couldn't start a relationship with you." She continued in a ragged whisper: "I still can't. But now I don't want to be without you either."

Jill watched Rory's knuckles go from tan to white as he gripped the steering wheel harder. They drove in silence for what felt like an hour before he finally responded tensely. "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," she replied softly. "I just feel so overwhelmed by it all."

"I know the feeling," he sighed. They drove in silence for another few endless moments, the atmosphere strained. Jill watched as Rory's fingers continued to tense and release on the steering wheel, his knuckles flashing white. His jaw seemed set when he finally reached his hand over to take hers. "Do you have a problem with me taking you back to my place?"

"Not as long as you can take me home later."

"Later tonight, or later tomorrow?"

Jill couldn't help but laugh. At least he wasn't being presumptuous this time. "I'm not sure yet," she admitted honestly.

"Fair enough."

Jill felt like she did all those weeks ago at the hotel, after their first night together. She spent the rest of the drive out of the suburbs and into the city staring out the window, not really taking in the changing scenery, weighing her heart versus her head, logic against emotion. She was no closer to a decision when they finally stopped, Rory stating, "We're here," in a whisper.

Jill looked up, startled to be suddenly still. "Wait, I thought we were going to your place?" she queried, not understanding their surroundings.

"We are." Rory's expression matched her confusion. Something seemed to click then, because he started chuckling.

"What?" Jill asked when he made no attempt to explain. He shook his head instead, holding his stomach from laughing so hard. "What?" she asked more insistently. Jill hated being on the outside of a joke.

"Don't tell me," Rory managed out between guffaws. "You moved into Jason and Casey's old place."

"Yeah, so?"

"A month. I've been depressed for over a month, and the entire time you've been three floors away?"

"No," Jill replied, finally catching on. "You don't live here!" She finally joined him in the humor and the irony of it all. Fate was most certainly a cruel mistress.

"Jason recommended it when I was first traded here years ago. Come on, let's see what you've done with their place."

Jill watched Rory unfold himself from the driver's side of the car, still somewhat in shock by all of the day's revelations.

"You coming or what?"

Her door was open and Rory's had was outstretched towards her. "Yeah, sorry." As soon as her fingers touched his, electricity sparked all over her skin. That was when she knew that she was in trouble.

Rory let them into the building with his key. They rode the elevator to Jill's floor in silence, their fingers still intertwined. It was the most innocent of touches, but after weeks of heartache and longing, the simple feel of his hand enclosed around hers was enough to make her head spin.

Jill let them into her apartment. Rory made a low whistle as he took it all in; she couldn't help but quietly chuckle. It was quite a change from the muted colors that had adorned the walls a month ago.

"It takes some balls to paint a wall orange," he commented innocently. "And a purple couch too?"

"It's aubergine," Jill laughed out.

"It's fucking purple, beautiful." He took an almost menacing step towards her with a hungry expression on his face, causing Jill to unconsciously take a step back. A flash of memory from their first night together ran through her head, when he had briefly frightened her with a similar look after she moved her hands. Warmth crawled over her skin at the memory of what had followed.

Jill let out a short burst of nervous laughter that Rory silenced with a look, taking another few steps her way until she was backed up against the wall. "If you don't want this, you need to tell me now," he warned. He took one final step towards her, sandwiching her between his body and the wall. Rory grabbed onto her head, roughly at first, before threading his fingers in her hair and forcing her to look into his eyes. "Tell me now, while I still have the ability to walk away."

Jill half-considered it for a moment. But who was she kidding? He was all she had wanted, all that she had dreamed about for weeks now. There was nothing in the universe now but him, and her. Jill's voice cracked when she finally responded: "I want you."

"Oh thank God," Rory groaned in relief before crushing his lips against hers, Jill's heart exploding in elation and relief at finally having him again. There was no gentleness to his touch. Jill could nearly taste the desperation and absolute need emanating from him; it echoed her own.

Her head was spinning, her blood humming as they kissed passionately. The intensity of the moment had her moaning into his mouth. Rory swallowed every noise, every whimper as they clung to each other, afraid only of letting go.

His grip on her hair was bordering on painful, but she didn't care. She needed him, every last bit of him. The harder he pulled her against him, into him, the closer she wanted to be.

Jill was trying to breathe, trying desperately to stay conscious, to stay in this moment. But she was so dizzy. She tried to break the kiss to direct him to her bedroom, but apparently they just weren't going to make it that far.

Rory's hands were already pulling her skirt up to her waist, just as he had done the last time she wore that dress. But this time when he went to cup her between her legs, he broke their kiss with a rough laugh.

"You're actually wearing panties? Oh my God, I have to see this!" he managed to get out between chuckles.

Before Jill could sufficiently recover from the sudden break in their embrace and stop him, Rory was on his knees in front of her, sliding his head up her skirt like a misbehaving, curious dog. The whole thing felt so absurd, yet surreal. She couldn't help but giggle as his fingers brushed the inside of her thighs. But then he started to trace her folds through the satin of her underwear and she groaned at his slightest touch. How could she be so giddy and so turned on at the same damn time?

"Jesus, that is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. A thong? I would have pictured you wearing those hot little boy shorts."

"Will you get out of there?" Jill tried to assert, but she couldn't contain her sudden glee.

Rory flipped back her skirt so that she could see the lascivious grin he was wearing. "I'm sorry, beautiful, I'm just shocked. I thought underwear was against your religion?"

"Lord, forgive me," she joked.

Rory wagged his eyebrows at her as his grin turned even more wicked. "Then we'd better get you praying."

He disappeared back under her skirt and roughly pulled her underwear down. She didn't even get the opportunity to step out of her panties before his hands settled on her hips and pushed her flat against the wall. His thumbs stroked at her until her most intimate parts were revealed to him.

"God, I missed you," he said gruffly as he planted a soft kiss on her.

"Just that part of me, or all of me?" Jill half-laughed, half-groaned.

Rory responded with a long, slow lick up her slit that rocked her off-balance and left her dizzy. "Both."

Jill blew out another breathless laugh, then moaned and whimpered as Rory tasted her again. He lapped at her, slowly first, then more insistently, his large hands pinning her hips to the wall. Her head spun, her knees continued to weaken. She wanted to collapse onto the floor; she felt like she had no strength to stay conscious under his attack, much less stay upright. But Rory's hold stayed firm; Jill couldn't even buck her hips to meet his mouth.

"Oh God," she whimpered as his tongue continued its incessant attack on her core. He was showing her no mercy for her transgressions; she was going to come for him, here and now, whether she wanted to or not. The fire low in her stomach steadily grew into a conflagration. Soon even her fingers, ears, and toes were ablaze. Her legs started to shake, as did her voice: "Oh God, Rory."

He didn't relent when the tremors began, didn't remove his mouth from her core, didn't loosen his grip on her hips. If anything, he gripped her even more tightly as his tongue increased its pace. Jill's head grew fuzzy and her arms and legs grew heavier. "Oh God, oh God," she whined as spots started to cloud her vision.

And then the world exploded as the orgasm racked her body. Stars burst in her vision and there was a dull roar in her ears as the fire coursed through her in waves. Jill's entire body shook and trembled; if it wasn't for Rory's sure grip, she would have collapsed.

Everything went fuzzy. Time stopped.

Next thing Jill knew, Rory was wrapping her arms and legs around him as he pinned her to the wall with his muscled body and slid into her ever so slowly. Jill groaned as reality and awareness returned, every delicious inch of him filling her completely. Another, unexpected orgasm ripped through her, Jill crying out in surprise as the tremors overtook her once more. Rory kissed her roughly, holding her in place as she came down from her high again.

"Jesus, beautiful, you really needed this, didn't you?"

Jill couldn't find the strength to speak. Instead she rested her forehead against his and nodded slightly.

Rory held her steady as he withdrew slightly before plunging back into her with a deep groan, searching her eyes as he did. "I'm sorry, beautiful, but I'm not going to last long." He kissed her forcefully, shoving his tongue into her mouth as he swallowed a growl. "But you're just so fucking tight. I promise I'll make it up to you."

Jill couldn't find the words to respond, so she only nodded once more. Their eyes locked.

Rory thrust into her again and again as he kept her pinned to the wall, causing Jill to cry out at the desperation and intensity of it all. The harder he gripped her, the rougher he pushed into her, the more she wanted, and the more she needed. She had to fight to keep her eyes open, to stay conscious, to keep looking into the force of his stare. And then Jill screamed as she came again, fighting to keep from blacking out as Rory pulsed and emptied into her.

She had no idea how long they stayed locked together, waiting for their breathing to slow and rational thought to return. Hell, she had no idea how Rory had sufficient strength to hold her in place, how he had the energy to still be standing. Eventually, Rory slid out of her and helped her get her feet back on the ground, but not without giving her another desperate kiss. They were far from finished; one round wasn't going to be enough to sate either of them.

Rory leaned in to nibble at her neck and earlobes, his voice low when he finally spoke. "Why don't we see what you've done with the bedroom, stranger?"

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Rory rolled over and glanced at Jill's alarm clock. He had never been so happy to see three a.m. in his life. But he was alone in bed. Jill's side of the mattress was cool to the touch; she had been gone for a while.

A quick search yielded his underwear. He was still adjusting the waistband as he walked into the living room, looking for his angel. Sure enough, Jill was sitting on the couch, leaning over and writing notes with one hand while the other held her place in a textbook.

Rory stood quietly and just watched her for a few moments. She was too absorbed in her school work to notice. He was seeing a completely different side to her. Jill was so intensely focused; her lips were moving slightly as she read. When her brow furrowed in apparent confusion, Rory couldn't help but smile. She had been angelic before; right now she was just plain adorable.

"Hey stranger," he whispered. Jill jumped slightly then looked up and gave him a weak smile. "What are you studying?"

Jill huffed out a sigh and closed her book. "Latin," she nearly croaked out, her voice surprisingly hoarse.

"Isn't that a dead language?"

"Yeah, it is. But it'll help me with medical terminology, and it satisfies my foreign language requirement."

Rory made his way over to the coffee table. It was weighed down with textbooks, novels, and open notebooks that already looked half-full of writing. He fingered through a few of the selections. "Calculus? Chemistry? And why are you reading Socrates and Aristotle?"

"Intro to Poli Sci. Social Sciences requirement."

"Jesus, beautiful, how many classes are you taking?"

When she responded, it was almost defensive: "Seventeen hours, five classes and two labs."

Rory remembered when he was at Cornell, he had barely managed to keep up with twelve hours worth of classes a semester while he played hockey.  "No wonder you don't have time for a relationship," he whispered as he sat next to her on the couch.

Jill looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, beautiful," he murmured as he pulled her into his arms. Rory had to fight off a sigh of contentment; she fit so perfectly there. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Jill rested her cheek against his bare chest and inhaled deeply. "Yes, I do. I should have told you everything, that last night at the hotel. I was just so overwhelmed, and ..."

Rory shushed her as he gently freed her hair from its ponytail. He ran his fingers through her luscious curls as Jill sighed. Maybe they were glossing over it all too quickly, but he was just so relieved to have her back in his arms again, to feel whole again. They lay that way for a while until he mustered up the courage to ask the question whose answer he had been dreading.

"So what do we do now?"

Jill sighed audibly. "I don't know."

"Do you want to keep seeing me?" Rory couldn't help but hold his breath while he waited for her answer.

Her voice was small when she finally responded, almost as if she were scared to admit it to both herself and him. "Yes."

Rory couldn't remember the last time he felt so relieved. He didn't know how they would manage, with the season starting in a week and her school being so intense. But somehow, they would make it work.

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The next few weeks were the best of Rory's life.

It was a little awkward that first week, especially when he got snapped at a few times for calling and interrupting Jill's studies. But they found a tentative groove without any significant damage to their newfound relationship.

Most nights, Rory stayed at her place; it just seemed more convenient for her that way. He would bring her dinner or cook, then watch television while she studied. Usually, he went to sleep early, and alone. But when she would inevitably crawl into bed around one or two in the morning, he would wake and talk to her, hold her, make love to her. Whatever she needed, he freely gave it.

The season started, surprisingly putting little strain on their budding relationship. When the team was in town, Rory would take his pre-game naps at her place while she would read next to him in bed, sometimes even indulging him in some afternoon delight. Most of the guys on the team refused to have sex on game day; but again, he was the least superstitious of the lot. And they weren't the ones getting to indulge in an angel, sinful as the time was.

They even found some way to talk nightly through the few short road trips that were sprinkled into the first month of the season. The conversations were usually brief and far from erotic or romantic since he was rooming with Jason. But it was somehow enough.

Of course, his relationship with Jason now was somewhat awkward, but Rory did all he could to keep his defensive partner's suspicions low. Thank goodness that Jason was so preoccupied with being named the new alternate captain and the impending birth of his first child. He didn't catch on to Rory's sudden contentment.




Cry Little Sister Ch. 05



He suggested telling her brother a few times, but Jill refused and wouldn't give him a satisfying answer when he asked her why. Did she feel the same for him as he did her? Rory thought so, but couldn't be sure when she was being so stubborn as far as Jason was concerned.

Despite that, though, Rory was absolutely elated with every moment he could steal with Jill. But because of her reluctance to tell Jason, he still couldn't find the courage to tell her he loved her. He was scared she didn't feel the same.

Sure, he knew she was happy too, but sometimes it felt like he was walking on eggshells, and not just with the situation with her brother. Rory got the feeling that if things got too overwhelming for Jill again, she would disappear.

Jill's mid-terms approached. She seemed to get more easily irritated the closer her exams loomed. And she just couldn't seem to study enough, coming to bed later and later each night. The eve before her tests started, she didn't come to bed at all.

Rory came out of the bedroom that morning to find her curled up on the couch and reading Machiavelli.

"'The Prince' again?" Rory asked with a yawn which Jill returned before giving him a weak smile.

"I've been promised at least two essay questions on it." She fought off another yawn before continuing. "I figured it couldn't hurt to read it again.

Rory scratched at his hair and chin stubble as he made his way to the kitchen for caffeine. A couple of minutes later, he was sipping out of his own mug as he handed Jill a full cup of coffee.

"Thanks," she yawned out.

"Jesus, beautiful, did you sleep at all last night?"

"I nodded off around five, I think."

Rory eyed her warily. She looked like hell; beautiful still, but exhausted. He wanted to plead with her, to beg her to take it easy, but he had learned weeks ago to let it go. Any suggestion on his part that she relax just pissed her off and further stressed her.

So instead he set his coffee aside, sat on the opposite end of the couch from Jill and pulled her feet into his lap. His fingers dug into her arches and she let out a low moan. "God, that feels good."

"Need some stress relief, beautiful?"

Jill laughed wearily as she shook her head. "I'm too nervous."

"All the more reason to let me ease some tension." Rory shot her a grin while he started a slow crawl across the sectional. A few seconds later and he was hovering over her, nudging Jill's legs open with his knee.

"Rory ..." she half warned, half gasped as he kissed her with a growl. His sudden erection throbbed insistently on her inner thigh, eliciting a moan from the angel beneath him.

Her cell phone rang.

"Fuck," she muttered as Rory moved his lips down her neck, flicking his tongue across or sucking at the spots he knew she liked.

"You get that, and I'll keep myself occupied." He waited until she had answered before he tugged off her pajama pants. No panties, again. He had to bite back a groan. It was always a surprise with her.

"Rory!" she hissed. He looked up to see her hand cupped over the receiver of the phone. "It's Jason, knock it off!"

He knew he shouldn't. He knew it was a really, really bad idea. He knew she might kill him. But he just couldn't help himself.

Rory's finger slid easily into her. He watched Jill's face as he crooked his finger just so before easing another into her slippery opening. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape in either shock or anger or passion, he couldn't tell which. But she made no move to stop him. Rory's smile grew as he felt her start to clinch around his fingers.

He watched as her head lolled back in pleasure, fascinated by her attempts to keep quiet as he rubbed her just right. Her breathing started to gradually quicken and she bit her lip as he kept his pace steady. She desperately needed the release, he could tell by the way her hips were starting to move in time with his hand.

He had to bite back a laugh when she finally relented and rushed her brother off the phone. Jill tossed her cell aside to direct her full attention back to him.

"Rory Michael O'Brian, you are in so much fucking trouble," she growled.

Before he had much of a chance to react, Jill pushed him away with her bare feet. He lifted his hips and she quickly jerked his sweatpants down before straddling his lap. Jill hovered for a moment before easing herself down onto him, a guttural sound escaping her throat once she was completely filled.

Rory wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a long kiss. Her hips ground into him, angling him even deeper into her blazing center, moving back and forth on his lap. Jill's fingernails grazed his shoulders and biceps as he held her close. It never felt like it was close enough with her.

Jill broke their kiss to cry out. As always, the sounds of her pleasure hastened Rory towards the edge, towards his release. He grit his teeth in his effort not to grab her shoulders and drive up and into her, opting instead to lift her tank top roughly and lave her nipples with his tongue.

He could feel her fiery core start to flutter and clench around him; she was close. Rory nudged his hand between them to rub her slick, sensitive button. Jill groaned and started her usual religious chants.

Rory couldn't hold back. Desperate to get both her and himself over the edge quickly, he finally gave in to his primal urges and pulled her down roughly by her shoulder with one hand as he lifted his hips to meet hers. He rolled the hard pearl of a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Come for me, beautiful," he growled as the pressure became too much to bear.

"Oh God, Rory, ohGodohGodohGod I'm coming," she screamed as the dam broke. He pumped into her roughly as she pulsed around him, milking his own orgasm out with her own, grunting as he thrust into her one last time.

Jill all but collapsed around him, resting her forehead against his as she fought to gain control of her breathing.

"Still nervous?" he couldn't help but ask.

She gave a breathless laugh before leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. "Yes, but not so much anymore."

"Do we need to do that again? Because I'm more than willing to sacrifice myself as many times as necessary for you."

Jill chuckled as she untangled her body from his. "Sorry hon, I've gotta shower and get to campus." She leaned in to give him another kiss. "Stay as long as you'd like."

Rory couldn't help but swat her lightly on the ass as she bent over to retrieve her cell phone. He knew something was wrong when she didn't do her usual jump and shriek at the contact.

"Oh my God, Rory," she whispered before turning to face him again, her face pale.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"

Jill didn't respond. Instead, she held out her cell phone to show him two text messages from her brother.

You didn't hang up.

Tell O'Brian that he's fucking dead.

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Hopefully it's not as big of a tease this time, now that some lustiness has returned. Comments and ratings, as always, are appreciated.

Chapter six is going to take a while, so I'm going to apologize in advance and beg for your patience. My laptop has to go through some repairs. But I'll be hand writing; that's right, hand writing, the next chapter while my computer is in the shop. So hopefully the wait won't be too long.

To help you keep up with me during the process, I'm launching a twitter account! Rushetteonlit is the username, and I solemnly swear not to flood your feed with uselessness.

Hope to see you guys there, and if not, then here again soon.