Jackson was not pleased. He was growing more and more frustrated as the time seemed to be going slower and they weren't making any useful progress. Their investigation on finding out Denver's possible accomplice Blake's current location was not moving smooth at all. It was as if the man just disappeared off the surface of Earth. He stared at his laptop in front of him, lost in thought. It was Sunday night, close to midnight now. Katie, saying that she needed to check on her two younger siblings, had left earlier that night, with Steven. Steven suggested- insisted that he drove her home, as it would be safer and she could rest on the way. The both of them also promised to check in at Headquarters to give reports on their current situation over here and to gain as much information as they could on the investigation which was still on-going, carried on by the agents over there in the department. With that promise, Jackson agreed to let them leave and get some good rest before coming back. And that left him and Irene. Alone. Together. She had settled down on the only bed in the room, facing her laptop and offering to help with their investigation with her so-called internet people stalking skills. He had no idea what that was and he was sure he didn't want to find out. He didn't blame Steven and Katie for leaving after working a good straight fourteen hours. Anyone would be tired and exhausted after staring at a computer screen for that long of a time. But he blamed them for leaving him and Irene alone, together. In a hotel room, with only a bed. Alone. Together. Fuck. He groaned inwardly as his dick twitched at the thought of those two sacred words again. He could perfectly call up different versions of imaginations that he was having right now that surrounded the idea of them, well, being alone together. And he was not pleased, because he knew there was no way in hell his imaginations would ever come true. Irene would cut off his dick and chop it up in front of him. And he was also hungry. That made him even more displeased. Looking up at the mirror settled on the wall above the table in front of him, he watched Irene's reflection on the mirror. "I'm hungry. Let's get some food." Jackson said as he stretched his arms above his head, and he noticed with amusement when he caught Irene staring wistfully at his abs as his shirt rode up along with the action. Man, did he spend quite an amount of time working out. He grinned at her when she looked away, flustered. She cleared her throat once, before speaking in a bored tone. "You're always hungry, Jax. And besides, we still need to dig deeper into Blake's background." She said, pursing her lips in a way that made Jackson stared at them, suddenly wishing he could kiss them. Those plump, perfectly kissable lips. He could still clearly remember the first time they almost kissed. The way their lips just stopped inches before meeting each other, the way they were indeed breathing in the same air, as clichƩ as it sounded. The way all he could think about at the time was how he needed her in his arms and how he needed to kiss her. He could still clearly remember how soft her lips were, and how she opened up almost immediately when he bit down lightly on her bottom lip, tugging on it. His tongue had slipped out, coaxing hers to play along and- What the fuck. His eyes grew widened as he snapped back to reality and realized what he had been thinking. Kissing Irene. He was thinking of kissing her, fantasizing about kissing her and wishing he was kissing her. Fuck this, I must be going crazy because I'm too hungry. Looking away from her reflection in the mirror, he convinced himself of that. Jackson spun around in his chair and faced the subject of his fantasy, who was now biting down on her bottom lip absent-mindedly and he cursed internally. He spoke through gritted teeth. "I said, let's go get some food. We've been trying to gather informations on Blake for the past few hours and we came out empty. The best we could do now is to rest and see if my colleague back at headquarter could find anything useful. We won't make any progress if we don't get enough rest." Irene was the one who watched him now. She stared at him, to be exact. "Okay okay, you don't have to get so worked up over food," She chuckled and a small smile started to form on her face and Jackson found himself staring at her lips again, "I didn't say we can't get food, and what you said makes perfect sense. Hold on, I'm going to order room service now." Without waiting for his reply, she grabbed the phone on the nightstand and ordered room service in a low voice. He couldn't hear what she was ordering, so he called out to her. "You'd better order enough for the both of us!" And of course, she ignored him as she continued to talk on the phone. When she finally hung up, Jackson immediately demanded an answer from her. "What did you order?" To his surprise, mischievousness twinkled in her dark eyes. "It's a surprise. But I'm sure you'd like it," Jackson gave her a look as he went and sat beside her on the bed, stretching out his long legs in front of him. "Did I ever mention that I'm not a big fan of surprises?" Irene rolled her eyes as she put away her laptop and cleared off the pile of paper in front of her. "Oh I'm sure you'll like this surprise." She said, turning around to face him. "Do you think we'll actually find Blake?" She asked suddenly, causing Jackson to blink at the sudden topic change. "It's hard to tell. Denver's not stupid, and he'd probably only pick the best person to be his partner. Someone smart, and low-profile. And seeing as how we barely have any information on him, he's probably gone off the grid for some quite time already. Who knows what he's been doing or where he's been all this time. But we can't forget the fact that Denver made a mistake when he called Blake on his phone, allowing the call to be traced, leading us to Blake's location." "But he had already left," Irene added, with regret in her tone. Jackson nodded. "He's smart, he knows we're on his tail now, and he's going to be extra careful, which makes it more difficult for us to catch him." "I wish we had already caught him. It would be a hell lot easier to solve this case if we could get him to confess. Anything would be useful rather than the current situation we're in. I hate having to act all the time around people like nothing's going on when secretly all we're doing is spying and trying to find out who's secretly working with Denver in his dirty business. I just wish things could go back to being normal, back to the way they used to be." She said, sighing and close her eyes. For the first time that day, he noticed a hint of exhaustion and weariness in her features. He hated how that little seemingly harmless observation made something in his chest tighten. He hated how he felt the urge to fold her in his arms and to just hold her. He wanted to hold her, to comfort her, no matter how stupid that seemed. Shaking those thoughts away, he teased her with a grin on his face. "Can't wait to get rid of me already?" Her dark eyes flew open and met his own green ones. Hurt flashed through her eyes and before he could decipher what it meant, she spoke in a low voice as if she was unsure of what she was going to say. "I didn't mean it that way. I would miss you, you know, when you're gone." She looked away from him, and looked down at her hands in her lap. "Always have been." His heart did something weird in his chest at that exact moment when he heard her words. Without thinking, he reached out with a hand and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. "I didn't know that," he said, his hand now cupping her cheek. Irene's eyes searched his face, and he could see that she was surprised by his gesture, but she didn't move away and he took that as a great sign. "Of course you wouldn't know, we hadn't exactly been in touch all these years. If we had, maybe we could even remain as friends." She said, with a bitter and tired smile on her face. "But well, it's all in the past now, right?" Jackson remained silent. He just stared into her eyes, unsure of what to say. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was for leaving her without an explaination to her, how he had tried to look for her after everything but she had already moved to another city, how he still found himself thinking about her after all these years and distance between them, how he wished things were different from them at that time, how he regret for ever lying to her, how he had missed her all this time. All the words seemed to just get stuck in his throat, and when he finally spoke, the only words that came out was "I'm sorry." And he kissed her. He could tell that she was shocked, as she froze and didn't respond to his kiss. His thumb brushed across her cheek, his lips caressing hers, urging her to relax. After a moment, he pulled away and he could see that her eyes were closed. Deep down, he wanted to explain everything to her. Everything that he had kept to himself all these years and had ended up costing their relationship. His explanation for leaving her without a word. Maybe his explanation could let them had a chance at starting all over again. But at the end, his desire and longing to kiss her outweighed his desire to explain things. "I'm so sorry. You have no idea," With that he kissed her again. To be complete honest, he had no idea what he was doing and the only thought left in his mind was he wanted to kiss her. So he did so. This time, she kissed him back. Shyly at first, but he encouraged her gently, softly. With his lips on hers. With his teeth tugging slightly on her bottom lip. With his tongue slightly touching her lips, seeking permission. And when she parted her lips- The door bell rang. "Room service." A voice called out from the other side of the door, causing the both of them to pull away, startled. Jackson let out a frustrated and irritated grunt, as he glared at the door. For a moment, he was tempted to open the door, and show his badge at that annoying person on the other side of the door, seeing if he could scare them away. If that didn't work, he would pull out his gun. That ought to do the trick. He was still deep in his thought, planning how to murder that person in the most painful way ever when Irene cleared her throat, causing him to turn and look at her. Couldn't help it, he let out a deep chuckle and grinned, succeeding in earning a glare from her. She was blushing so hard, with her face pink, and she appeared to be both flustered and embarrassed. She opened her mouth to say something but the door bell rang again. With a roll of her eyes, she headed for the door without a word, leaving Jackson still sitting alone on the bed. Jackson flopped down on the bed, sighing as he tried to process their kiss. He had meant to explain everything to her but something overcame him and he just had to kiss her. As if that would explain things. He mentally rolled his eyes at himself. He should had explained things instead of doing what he wanted just because he wanted to. It wasn't fair to Irene. And now he had another thing added up to his list of "Jackson's Unexplained Things". Even though, it was interesting that Irene had actually kissed him back. Jackson smiled as he remember how she tasted, how her lips felt moist and warm pressed against his. He also remembered the first kiss they'd shared years ago, in a dark and deserted corner in the library, and the kiss last night, at the dance. He was surprised how he still remembered the exact feeling of kissing her even after all this time, and he was also amused over the fact that how she still blushes every time after he kissed her. After a few minutes, Irene came back into the room. And what Jackson saw next, had his heart leaping out of his chest. She was holding a perfect round white icing cake on a hand, and two wine glasses in another hand, with a bottle of wine tugged in the crook of her arm. "Surprise!" She said, a smile growing on her face, "Happy birthday, Jackson Tyler." Jackson was dumbfounded, and yes, surprised indeed. "What.." He broke off, suddenly not knowing what to say as he stared at the woman standing at the foot of the bed, holding a cake and saying happy birthday to him. Irene rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. "It's your birthday, silly. It's midnight now." Jackson absently looked down on his watch and it was midnight, exactly like she said. "A little help here, if you don't mind? The cake is a little heavy, it's hard to balance it with one hand and I don't want to drop it. And stop staring please." She said with a teasing tone. He sprung up from the bed and headed towards her, taking the cake out of her slightly trembling hand and set it on the table. It was only then that he realized there was writings on the surface of the cake. "Happy Birthday Jaxy" was spelled out in cursive but artful writing on the cake. He raised an eyebrow at the nickname that she had gave him years ago when they first got to know each other. He was surprised she still remembered that. So he told her so. "It's your nickname, silly. I would never forget that. Jax Sexy, hence Jaxy." She grinned again and gave him a wink as she opened the wine bottle and poured the both of them some wine. "My birthday- I- It's not-"Jackson struggled to find the words to say because of his overwhelmed feelings. "I didn't expect it at all. Hell, I didn't even realize it's my birthday." He admitted as he took the wine glass she held out for him. "That's why it's a surprise," She said with a 'duh' tone. "I figured you didn't remember, so I decided to surprise you a little." She took a sip of her wine while keeping her eyes on him all the time, staring him back. "Happy birthday, Jax." She said again, with more seriousness this time as she looked into his eyes, as if trying to tell him that she was being serious. Then she smiled again. A smile that reached her eyes. A smile that made her more attractive than she already was. A smile that made her even more beautiful. A smile that made Jackson stared and couldn't look away. For what it was worth, he wanted her to smile like that all the time. And in that moment, he knew that he would never forget that smile. He reacted. Without thinking, he rushed forward, setting his wine glass on the table and closing the distance between the both of them and he pressed his lips against hers. She gasped in surprise, and he took that chance to slipped his tongue into her mouth. He wrapped his right arm around her waist, urging her closer and his left hand reached up to touch her face. He stilled for a few seconds and pulled away a little, thinking that she would push him away and that she could if she wanted to. But she didn't. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to her. Relieved, Jackson started kissing her again and this time, she wasted no time in kissing him back as she relaxed into the kiss. Their lips fought for dominance. She nibbled on his bottom lip, her teeth grazing ever so lightly on it, tugging and pulling, succeeding in making his own heart rate kick up. He
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