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Lights were low, and the bass was cranked all the way up that an awful static sound was blasting from the speakers. This atmosphere had been unlike one that The Slowdown had ever performed for. It was supposed to be a private show, just for the member of the night club but eventually word leaked out about the newly famous band. Girls had been lining up since noon that day, basically forcing the night club to allow anyone over 21 to watch them perform. With all of this mewl acquired fame, Jack and his band mates didn't know what to do with their other shows. When their first album hit the stores, the sales were only mediocre. The boys, more specifically, Jack were very accepting of their small fan base. It was easy to recognize some of the familiar faces that came to each of their shows, it was their own little band of groupies. The fourth song off of their self-titled album, 'Mix Tape," was picked by Ryan Seacrest's Top 40 countdown as the best newcomer. Just hearing their names on the radio shocked the boys whom were used to playing in garages and smaller venues. Tonight, the line to get into their show was wrapped around three blocks. Bouncers were lined up on every side to ensure that ladies and gentleman that came to the show were following the appropriate procedure. It was nearly time for the show to start, Jack's nerves were calm with the few shots he was given minutes before. Another pre-performance ritual, Trey wanted to keep the tradition alive for every show.  When the band first arrived on stage, the screams overcame their first song. Girls were jumping up and down, shouting their names and holding up signs that were too large for this venue. It was a night club for god sakes, not Madison Square Garden. A few girls in the front row caught Jack's attention by shouting something along the lines of, 'fuck me jacky.' If he weren't in the midst of playing his guitar, Jack would have wiggled his finger at the poor fan girls but he simply would have to suffice to a wink. Time flew by fast when they were performing and the setlist only had a handful of songs left. The boys were not expecting such an amazing turn out otherwise they would have requested more stage time. Two songs left, and Jack's famous solo was coming up. Two chords of the song were introduced and Jack's fingers started ferociously strumming on his guitar. Sweat was dripping down his forehead from the intense solo and heat of the room. It's contents always aroused people and The Slowdown all agreed it was their favorite song to play for a crowd. The amount of sweat dripping down his back was disgusting, only causing him to do the next thing. A smirk pulled onto his lips as Jack tossed the white tshirt over his head. The girls screamed for a solid five minutes, while his band members shook their heads. 'You' was their last and final song, Trey announced that this would be their final performance of the evening. Jack swept some hair out of his eyes, and it was that particular moment when he locked eyes with the most beautiful brown eyed girl in the world. The one that claimed she couldn't make it to his show this evening. Another smile crept upon his lips as he pointed in her direction, seeing a blush form on her cheek bones. Even this lighting couldn't hide the effect that he had on her. He played the last few lines of the song with perfection, better than he had done all night (minus his solo). Showing off was something he tended to do around beautiful women. The men took a bow, and Jack threw his guitar pick to the dying crowd. Back stage, the guys all high fived and exited to the bar. He swung a small towel his neck and proceeded to the bar stool. He nodded his head when the bartender showed him a Miller lite. The bottle was slid down on the counter top and Jack gave him a fairly high tip. The coldness of the bottle and its contents were welcomed on Jack's lips. Now he only needed to find the brown eyed beauty again.  TAGGED: @layla MUSIC: arctic monkeys NOTES: hollys code...and just forgive me

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she hadn't lied to him, she hardly had a moment to herself, let alone time to catch one of his shows. like most movies the filming schedule was extremely behind, causing 16 hour days to drag into 20 hour days. the camera's were rolling almost 24 hours a day and the cast was sleeping in shifts, trying to fit in all their scenes before the official wrap date. their director was pedantic though, calling for reshoots, asking for take after take, searching for perfection that mere humans couldn't hope to achieve on such a grand scale. layla may have been considered weak by most people, but when it came to her work there was nothing weak about the actress. not on set anyway. layla took her work all too seriously, she gave 150% to every scene, she gave her characters every fibre of her being. and tonight had been no exception. she had hit every mark, given every word with complete conviction. she retired to her trailer, exhausted but with perhaps just enough time to catch the end of jack's show. she stepped out of her car out the front of the club, the place was packed, with a line still tailing down the street. she ducked her face behind the collar of her trench coat, trying to keep a low profile. she smiled sweetly at the bouncer, ready for an long explanation and a bit of bribery to get her into the already packed club, but he ushered her in without a word and she thanked him graciously as she could. she'd once felt entitled to this kind of treatment, but these days she had been trying desperately to make up from her past indiscretions. she snuck through the crowd, luckliy the attention on the crowd was transfixed by the shirtless lead singer in the throws of his finale. she couldn't help but smile, he reminded her of herself, caught up in everything he loved. and then he caught her eye, mid lyric and gave her a weak that melted her. she grinned, blushing, which was an effect that jack often had on her. she watched the last part of his set, torn somewhere between glad she made the last of it and disappointed she missed most of it. she waited among the throngs of girls swooning over the band. she slinks up to him at the bar with a smile and presses a kiss to his cheek. "that was amazing" she purred, pulling up the stool next to him. "i'm sorry i only made it for that last song.." she apologised in sweet tones, trying to be heard over the buzz of the bar, while still trying to keep their conversation private in a bar full of strangers, so she leaned in closer. "i got here as soon as i could, the set has been crazy. that being said, i think i got here at the best part" she bit her lip and smiled thinking of the wink. TAGGED: jack kearney MUSIC: illy NOTES: so bad. but love them!

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Beneath all of the warm lights, Jack forgot all about the beauty standing shyly by herself in the crowd. He was aware that these nightclubs weren't exactly her typical 'scene.' That she preferred the more quiet life of fame. Almost the complete opposite of himself, or just recently his life. Paparazzi followed him everywhere, wanting to get a glimpse of the man that was deemed the heartbreaker of the century. Layla Sinclair wasn't a name that one could forget. Movies and tabloids spoke of her name often making it nearly impossible not to miss her. Her passion was incredible, she was so dedicated and poised. Something that most girls in this industry were lacking. That's why when the two of them crossed social circles he felt obligated to get to know her or at least get to know her in a more private sense. She was beautiful; all legs and her black curls that flowed down her back. He grew warmer just thinking of how perfect she would look with her hair spread out on his mattress and peppering him with kisses.    When the show had ended, Jack always retreated the bar or would sneak outside to get his fill of the nicotine that was constantly hanging in his pocket. A few times he would find a temporary beautiful girl and sweet talk his way back to her place. Never his place however, it made him feel too committed to think that she would expect more of him in the morning. After spotting his new target in the crowd, a sly smile crept onto his lips. He loved the reaction that he got out of her. The blush that she gave him just from a silly little wink drove him wild, only making him curious about how she would react to more personable things. His fingers curled around the beer bottle and took another sip, his eyes locking with Layla's as she headed in his direction. Fangirls threw themselves in her way, gushing about their obsession with the style of the Slowdown's music. Jack smirks at them before thanking them generously. They take it as their cue to leave afterwards. Her trench coat did it's best to hide her identity but it wasn't fooling Jack, he would recognize those legs anywhere. A light hand trailed it's way up his arm as he took another sip. The person it belonged to took a seat next to him and planted their full lips on his cheek for a brief second. Just hearing the purring sound of her voice made him smirk. The vixen next to him knew what she was doing besides her brief moments of shyness. So she had only made it for the final song, his favorite. "I'm glad you could make it, I enjoyed spotting you in the crowd." He takes another swig of his beer before throwing her another wink. Her bottom lip is caught by her teeth and Jack groans internally. One of his fingers reaches out to lightly touch her bottom lip, one of his favorite features of her. "I was hoping you would like the part of being shirtless, give you a sneak peek." Jack teased her before ordering another drink for himself and turning to her. "Let me buy you a drink. To thank you for catching the last couple minutes of the show." MUSIC: love & basketball NOTES: sorry it's short, is it possible to fall in love with your own character? because jack

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layla couldn't tell you how she had gotten so entangled with the lead singer. she didn't intend to become so involved, she'd tried to swear off men for a least a few months to try and stand on her own two feet for once in her life... but here she went again, head over heels and smitten by the charismatic musician. what can a girl do? she'd trying to play cool, letting him chase, which he seemed all too keen to do. her schedule was keeping her busy, keeping her from being too desperate for his attention, keeping her chaste in a small attempt to try and keep her 'man free' month alive. perhaps a 'sex free' month would suffice, although even that seemed to be falling apart at the seams. what girl could resist a boy with a body like that? he offered to buy her a drink and she nodded in agreement, order a vodka soda from the bar tender in hushed tones, trying to keep her eyes down and the attention on her at a minimum. she perched herself up next to him, moving to put a hand on his thigh and then stopping and playing with the belt to her trench coat instead. she didn't need to bring more rumours upon herself, she didn't need to see herself splashed in the tabloids with the newest 'boy toy'. she tried to live her life out of that kind of spotlight, but it always found her. she didn't want to be dragging him into her mess and she didn't want to be tangled up in his fleet of women. she would be stupid to think she was the only one he was calling. but she was flattered he was calling her at all to be honest. she didn't think she would be nearly exciting enough to merit the attention of someone in such a position, the very peak of their fame. she took her drink and sipped slowly, she couldn't think of the last time she ate and she knew alcohol always made her head spin. a girl screamed across the crowd to get his attention and an echo of shouts mimicked her "should I leave you alone with your hoards of fans?" Layla teased, taking another sip as she watched him over the rim of her glass. TAGGED: jack kearney MUSIC: silence NOTES: so short and shitty but I'm on night shift so I'm doin' alright!

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This newly acquired fame took all of the band mates by surprise. The Slowdown came to be when Jack was nearly fifteen years old, a kid in high school. If you asked him back then, the band would be broken up by graduation and they would all be doing something in the real world. Playing guitar should have only been a hobby but Jack and his best friends shaped it into a career. From a young age Jack and Trey would sit in his basement and write songs..even if they were stupid about getting high or fooling around with girls they were the early foundation to their impeccable writing skills. The Slowdown was playing a small show in an old bar, run down in Chicago when a label approached them. Their style was fresh and new, something that the rest of the world needed to hear. A self-titled album was released with no huge fuss about it. Jack wasn't upset, especially since they had mad some money with the record and made some of their biggest influences. 'The City,' made it on the top countdown and their lives changed. The shows started getting larger, the girls became crazier and now he had paparazzi following his every move. Jack sensed her nervousness to be in such an open area. Her trench coat did its best to hide the gal that the world desired to know everything about. A grin met his face when she agreed to have a drink with him and he held a finger out for the bartender to come their way. Layla quietly asked for her vodka soda and then sneakily moved her leg to his thigh. Jack could only smirk at her especially since it only held that place for a few moments before she returned to fumbling with the belt of her trench coat. Their careers were a lot different but had a common issue of not being able to have some peace of mind on a saturday night in public. The pair sipped on their drinks, taking some small talk as they drank in their alcohol in unison. Jack's current lifestyle wash;t a secret to the anyone, in fact most of the world knew that he was some sort of a playboy. Constantly taking women on dates, messing with their head and breaking hearts all in the same night. Jack deemed Layla as a smart girl but knew that like every other one she couldn't resist the flirtatious tone of his voice or when he threw winks in her direction. A loud scream stopped them in their conversation, a fangirl had spotted him in the bar after all. Jack shook his head and did his best to smile at the girl across the room. Even from across the room Jack could see her squirming in the stool and pointing to her best friends. "Well shit.." Jack mumbled under his breath. "No! Don't. If I'm by myself I'm more vulnerable...these girls have crazy things in mind." He winked at her before a chuckle left his lips. Jack found himself leaning in, close to her ear. "You'll just have to protect me from the all of these crazy women, think your can handle it?" MUSIC: my sisters loud friends & the 1975 NOTES: it took me only forever i hope you'll forgive me

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this cat and mouse game was mounting to a climax, for weeks she teased and taunted, led him on with breathy promises and sultry eyes under thick lashes and he'd lapped it up each and every time. ever since he'd singled her out at his album release party, just one girl amongst a sea if executives, industry professionals, friends and family, socialites and friends of friends. he'd been sweet and charming and for the first hour she hadn't even realised it was his party, his album. he didn't have that typical arrogance that came with fame and success in such an industry, perhaps he did and Layla was just too distracted by his disarming green eyes and charming smile to give it all much thought. Layla always fell too quickly, she'd met a boy for coffee and would go home planning their wedding in her head and naming their children. she couldn't help herself. she'd yearned for a normal family for as long as she had lived and when she realised she wasn't getting to from her own dysfunctional family unit she knew the only way to achieve it was to create her own. at merely 20 she wanted nothing more then a picket fence, 2.5 kids, a minivan and a dog. a family a far cry different from her own disjointed and chaotic upbringing. but this was always her undoing, naively giving up everything the first night to prove she cared was taken very differently by the men of the world. rushing headlong into relationships was too confronting. she was constantly finding men that wanted to opposite to what she wanted. so she had ruled off men all together. now that jack kept creeping into her life she had relaxed her rules to insist that she wait before doing anything sexual with him. she hadn't set a time limit, because she probably wouldn't have stuck to it anyway, but her resolve was wearing thin with every wink and every delicious smile he sent her way. how is it, in a room full of screaming girls, desperate for his attention, he made her feel like the only girl in the world. she may have had her fame for much longer then he but under his gaze she felt like the ingenue. she proposed to leave him alone with all these screaming women and he chuckled, begging for her to stay. Layla melted, he truly adorable to want to spend time with her out of all these people, out of tonight of all night. she blushed as his hot breath brushed her face and he leaned in close and pleaded for her protection. she should have batted her eyelids and made some half assed comment that she would try, that he would have to earn it, perhaps even that first he insist she were much better company, but instead her heart leapt to her throat and she went against all her better judgement "I can do one better, how about we get out of here..." she proposed, her nerves taking over as soon as the words left her plump lips and she but down on her bottom lip, as if she were trying to stop anymore foolishness from escaping. she took another sip of her drink, watching him over the rim, knowing that either way she was going to be in trouble. he was either to in love with this scene of screaming girls and fans to leave for merely her, or he was going to say yes and Layla was going to find herself in the position she'd been trying to avoid. her and jack, alone. TAGGED: jack kearney MUSIC: call bells and oxygen concentrators NOTES: night shift again

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Lack of commitment was Jack's problem. Relationships avoided him and he avoided relationships. Being with a girl was too complicated for the life style he was trying to pursue. The Slowdown played at a new venue every night and touring was an absolute must for a band. He couldn't and wouldn't ask a girl to stay around and wait for him. That's why finding different girls each night seemed ideal to him. A night of pure desire was all he wanted, with a girl to curl his arms around just for the night. The night would flow on by her attending his show, or maybe they'd meet afterwards. Chitchat would keep them busy for a few until they were buzzed enough to show the chemistry between them. A public affair would be avoided and her house would be used, for their night of passion. The clothes on the woman's back would slowly meet the floor and Jack would find his needs satisfied.This so-called cycle repeated itself every once in a while, whenever he deemed himself horny or lonely. His commitment was totally too his band mates and their future for the band. No girl had yet come into Jack's life and made such an influence that he would try to pursue her romantically. So far the only woman that received so much attention from him was his mother or perhaps his step-sister Hailea.  Cat and mouse was the known game he was playing with her. She teased him, sent him flirty text messages or even pictures of her behind the scenes. Jack knew the outcome of her stringing him along, eventually she would have to give. Layla would let those built up walls slowly start to sneak away when he stayed around just a little bit longer. What would happen when it was all over? He would have shagged Layla and truly enjoyed it. Hopefully she would go on and smile at him occasionally when their circles would meet again. He seemed heartless just thinking about it but it's usually how it went. He'd take her out for a few late night meals, that couldn't be called dates because they wouldn't make it out of the restaurant for very long after they arrived. Jack longed to know the Layla Sinclair under the clothes. The fangirls got the hint of not shouting at Jack as he slowly waved their hand in their direction, at least acknowledging his diehard fans. He was only joking about her protecting him, Jack was beginning to get used to the screaming of his name. Another swing of his beer was necessary to tone out the overpowering girls. Layla leaned in closer as he put the bottle up to his mouth nearly choking him with her next words. She was giving into the being alone with him aspect, something entirely new to their platonic relationship. "Are you sure?" HIs eyebrows rose at the question forming from his mouth. Layla nodded her head shyly before smiling at him "Aright, let's go then.." his voice trailed off before taking one last gulp of his beer. "Where are we headed, princess?" Jack spoke while standing up, holding his hand out for her. "We're gunna have to take the back exit anyways." He winked at her.  MUSIC: pre-basketball stuff!!! NOTES:

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jack was usually the one throwing out suggestions such as this. inviting her back behind closed doors, back to his room, whispering dirty things in her ear to make her blush. it was usually her making excuses, turning him down, keeping him on the hook a little longer, dragging out their games. but tonight, maybe it was the desperate girls screaming out his name, vying for his attention that was making her want to claim her stake to the singer, or maybe it was just her getting tired of going home to an empty bed every night. her heart raced in her chest after the words left her lips, watching him literally jump at the opportunity, downing his beer quickly and jumping out of his chair. he held his hand out to her as if he were about to lead her into a grand adventure. "i suppose we can head back to my hotel, or yours.. i guess i don't mind.." she replies breathlessly, swept up in his excitement. she nods and giggles as he mentions to go out the back door, hiding her face into the collar of her trench again as he beckons security over to them and behind the solid bulk of the bouncer they duck their heads and slip out the back of the bar. "do you think your bandmates will be upset you left so soon?" layla asked breathlessly as they dive into a waiting SUV. feeling a little guilty that perhaps she were taking him away from his duties, that perhaps she were to be the yoko ono to his beatles by drawing his attention away from the rest of them and the gig, but he merely waved away her concerns. "good," she replied softly and in the back of the SUV, in plush leather seats and behind darkly tinted windows she found the courage to lean in and press her lips to his. her tentative kiss deepening quickly before she pulled away, breathless and blushing from the tip of her nose to her feet. "wow.." she breathed and leant in again, this time pulling herself across the back seat towards him, and pressing her lean body to his hard one as the car travelled the busy late night streets of new york city.  TAGGED: jack kearney MUSIC: criminal minds marathon NOTES: sorry its late and short and terrible :c

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There was an ounce of courage in her voice when she suggested their getaway. From knowing little about Layla, Jack could sense her fear of being alone with him. The sexual attraction that the two of them shared was so strong that it probably frightened her. Once together the two of them discussed their flaws, her's being naivety. It was clear what Jack's intentions with her were. But this evening in particular she was showing the small part of her that screamed brave. The beer in his hand was now empty of its contents and Jack sighed as he took up to encourage their exit. Her giggle made him smile a devilish grin that only caused more giggling to erupt from her. "Mine. Your hotel will be swarmed with the paparazzi which I know you're not fond of," Jack spoke as he took hold of her slender fingers, lacing them together. Security guards lined the back wall as Jack lead Layla into the back alley of the club. The Range Rover that and his bandmasters requested at the end of each show awaited the pair. With the alcohol flowing through his veins, Jack was thankful for the drivers. Being the gentleman that his mother tried to raise, Jack helped the frantic girl into the back seat. She managed to escape the clutches of the cameras from her trench coat and now she was in the safety of the Range Rover. His feet stumbled a little bit as he climbed into the other side, but waved off the security guard that tried to help him into the running vehicle. He caught his breath in the back seat as the driver grew slightly impatient. "Matt just take us back to my place." The SUV took off and Jack finally had the chance give the girl next to him his undivided attention. "The boys won't even notice I'm gone. Trey is already drunk off anyways," He smirked thinking about what his best mates plans were for the evening. The SUV entered less populated roads, and Layla leaned in for a surprise kiss. Jack was slightly taken back, definitely not discouraging it though. "Christ, you sure know how to kiss." His fingertips brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Jack's lips found her again, deepening the kiss and letting his hands fall to her side. This time they played with the straps of her trench coat, loosing the blocking fabric. Matt cleared his throat suddenly, allowing them to spring apart. "We're here." Jack chuckled before giving her another kiss and running a hand through his hair. The apartment complex was quiet. The street lights were now dim, and no fans awaiting him outside. Just the two of them. The way he preferred.  MUSIC: basketball basketball  NOTES: yes yes yes

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breathless was understatement, just felt like jack was stealing her breath away, with every brush of his fingertips, every touch of his lips. she had steeled herself from this kind of attention for such a time that it was all new to her again, that the rush of adrenaline was overwhelming. his lips on hers and his fingers at the belt of her trench coat, she didn't stop him as she once might, she was back to her childish naivety, back to expecting him to be her prince. back to thinking that he didn't just have one thing on his mind. she ducked her head, in embarrassment as the driver, matt, cleared his throat, announcing their arrival. how little the man must of thought of the girl that jumped into his backseat and threw herself at a man like jack. she was probably not the first or the last he'd see this week. much like in the club, she turned up her collar and kept her gaze down. jack surprised her with one more kiss before they tumbled from the car and into the dark street, she caught his hand and let him lead her inside. up the stairs and down the hall, behind the closed door of his apartment, layla finally let her heart slow down, but not for long. his lips crashed upon hers and she gave back as much as she got, her fingers raked through his mess of hair, her lean body pressed to his, the door pressed to her back. she'd missed this, intimacy. her whole life had been plagued by either too much of it or an aching absence of it. "wait..." she paused, hot breath on her skin and she mumbled the words into his lips. "wait." she asked again, pushing him away from her for a moment. it's not that she didn't want it, it's that she wanted it all too much. despite her best intentions she'd already had tonight all planned out. her fingers fumbled at the tie of her trench coat, button after button let go and the trench coat slid off her shoulders into a puddle on the floor. underneath the thick trench coat a delicate silk slip, laced at the edges, barely skimming the tops of her thighs. she giggled nervously, it was probably her trademark seduction, so used to relying on her body to get her what she wanted. she bit her lip, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back into her lips "i though you'd like this a little bit more" she purred. TAGGED: jack kearney MUSIC: criminal minds marathon NOTES: meow!

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His lips fought to dominate her's, his tongue poking out slightly through his lips only to deepen their embrace. Layla obliged, willingly and excitingly as her arms wrapped around his neck in the back seat of the car. Jack knew that any night after this he was going to have to owe Matt his life for having his listen to the moans leaving the two of them. The cue to get out was the muffled cough from Matt and Jack couldn't help but chuckle. His lips brushed against her's once more, a little sweet peck before his hand reached for the door handle. "Don't get out yet." His voice met her ear while Jack pulled himself out to the car. The streets were empty, the time being late after all. One light illuminated the car parked on the side of the road. Jack's eyes searched around for a brief moment, making sure that Layla was safe to get out without any trouble from greedy tabloids. Not a soul in sight and Jack deeply sighed. His hand itched at the growing beard on his face as he opened the Rover's door for his late night visitor. Just for getting a little glance at her, Jack could sense how nervous she was. This wasn't her typical sort of night, she wasn't used to spending the night at a 'strange' man's apartment. His lack of commitment generally led to the lack of public display of affection but Jack couldn't help himself as he reached for her hand. "Thanks Matt for taking us, I owe you." Jack deeply chuckled as he guided the young girl up the stairs in his apartment complex. The lobby was quiet, in fact the whole building was a comfortable sense of quiet. Their fingers stayed laced while Jack hit the waiting elevator's button for the fifth floor. As soon as the doors had shut, Jack found his lips on top of here's. His hands wrapped around her trench coat, going towards the end of it. His hands found her bum through the material and lightly massaged it, pulling her towards his towering figure. She was the perfect height for any kind of kissing adventure, even without heels on she would be just tall enough for Jack not having to over strain himself. The sound of the elevator made them spring apart for a brief moment while Jack escorted them to his apartment. The door closed between and Jack could hear her sigh. It was within second that Layla was tangling herself up in him. Her arms around his neck, her tongue eagerly fighting his. Jack was not one bit overwhelmed by her actions, it was a major turn on. His lips broke free from her her's but didn't leave her body. The smell of her perfume on her neck, made Jack groan and kiss the skin all the way down to her neck. "God you smell so fucking good." He nibbled onto her neck before kissing his way up to the other side. Her breathing became relaxed and Jack didn't understand why she was pulling away and now saying stop. An eyebrow of his curved upwards, looking at her. She played with the belt of her trench coat, allowing to slip on the floor. His eyes widened to saucers and Jack gulped. "You mean to tell me that this has been waiting for me this ENTIRE time?" He grasped her hips and pulled her closely to him again. Their lips met again, passionately and slow. "You're beautiful," He spoke as he pulled away from her mouth and backed her up to his bed.  MUSIC: play it again - luke bryan  NOTES: I'm obsessed

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perhaps her imagination was getting away from her, perhaps she was smitten enough to notice the little things, but every inch of jack's behaviour tonight spoke volumes beyond their usual 'groupie' routine. never had he taken so much care to shield, never had his fingers linked through hers so tenderly, and while some girls may not have heard it there was a softness and a degree of compassion in his words. layla was so trained to finding the tiniest hint of feeling in someone's words, having suffered through years of lukas' rants and tirades. she knew there was a depth there that she was opening up. and every inch of her melted at the idea. she could have very literally swooned at the idea, straight into his arms. if she hadn't been there already. his rough compliments in her ear, accompanied by the roughness of his whiskers on her soft skin made her skin pebble. when she pulled away, the genuine confusion on his face made her heart sing, like a child having his cherished toy taken from him he didn't quite understand that it was all for his benefit. this show was all for him. his eyes grew wide and she bit her lip, giggling softly at his response. "you bet" she cooed softly, in breathy, bedroom tones. "just for you..." she purred as she was enveloped in his arms, her heart skipping a beat at his next yours. the immortal words that layla longed to hear, that she would die to hear, that she had sadly spent her life desperate to hear. 'you're beautiful' the words come so easily to him and his lips find hers again. she throws her arms around his neck, her teeth on his bottom lip, before it was his turn to pull away from her this time. her trailed behind like an obedient puppy, willing and eager to please. they reach his bed and he pulls her close again, her hands drift up underneath his shirt remembering him on stage, remembering she had now what so many coveted. his actions mirror hers, his guitar calloused fingers brushing over the skin of her thighs, up her legs and over the slender curve of her hip. his palms flatten out and once again his eyes go wide. "uh huh" layla breathes with another giggle, beating him to the punch. "i didn't wear anything underneath it either." it was layla seduction technique 101. what man could resist a girl that would turn up in nothing but a trench coat and a slip, without a stitch of underwear underneath? no man, that was the answer. well, actually lukas had once... she banished the thought from her mind, knowing that her thoughts of him came and went, but his presence was always there. lurking and insidious, much like he was in real life. layla fell back onto the bed, like she was completely at home, like she did this all the time. she smirked up at jack through inky lashes and bedroom eyes, as he watched her from the end of the bed and she beckoned for him to join her. TAGGED: jack kearney MUSIC: criminal minds marathon continues! NOTES: i should be sleeping

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She was taunting him with the slip. The lacy material sketched out all the parts on her skin that Jack longed to kiss. The confidence was radiating from her now. A light blushed laid upon her tan skin but not to the extreme of her heated other ones. He hoped that she was feeling some sort of comfort around him and not the reserved he had been introduced. Her seduction was what she was known for, at least privately. It was rare for her to share her bed with strange men, he understood that, but it didn't stop the men who had conquered her once from talking. The vixen purred into his ear while Jack let his fingertips graze the lace material for the first time. Internally, he groaned and hoped that this night was going to be satisfying for the two of them. Her bedroom voice was sultry, and full of lost, making his mouth nearly fall from his body. "It better be all mine.." The tone of his voice was playful like her's as he lead her back into his bedroom. Lips collided and pulled at each other. His lips broke free of hers, the whiskers on his face brushing the side of her face eliciting a small moan from her mouth.Jack smirked as he continued his attack on her neck, lightly sucking and nibbling the exposed skin. His hands trailed up her thighs, just feeling the soft skin for the first time. Warm hands slipped under the hem of his loose t-shirt. Layla's fingers wandered up his abdomen, touching the few tattoos that had recently been marked on to his body while she trailed down his toned stomach. They were inches from his bed but he couldn't give up touching her. The slip offered lots of imagination for him. Soon he would have it off of her and see the true beauty that he had been dreaming about. His hands were higher on her lips when she giggled at him, speaking about how she was garment less. "You're really trying to kill me aren't you?" Layla was now sitting on the bed, and Jack removed her high heels and kissed up the inner skin of her thighs. The heels were off and Layla was laying back on his bed. Brown hair spread about the covers. Her teeth caught one of her lips as she beckoned him to come with her. Jack obliged, crawling over her body and finishing the assault on her neck. One hand crawled up her thigh yearning to touch her panty less hips. "I think it's time we take off this torturing thing, yeah?" He kissed into her ear, as both of his hands now played with the hem of the slip tugging at it for her approval.   MUSIC: not a bad thing - jt NOTES: c;

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this was a layla that once was. before a time she second guessed herself, before a time she was bullied into her submissive default mode. a time where she took chances, where she took the lead, when her wicked ways made man swoon. she was sure that once upon a time she had been a temptress, and she was starting to feel like it again. she lounged back on that bed, beckoning to a man to come to her, her toes curling at his touch, her skin pebbling at the feel of his lips. he was desperate for more, she was killing him with every surprise she sprung on him. for a man that knew her so little, he was surely getting to know quickly the kind of woman she was. or at least the woman she was now. somewhere between timid and brave, between naive and devious. from the end of the bed, one shoe after another, he made his way up and she giggled as he begged to rid her of the only thing she had left, the flimsy slip. fingertips at the ready his hot breath on her ear, she giggled and nodded as vintage silk slinked up her lithe frame and over her head. she knew there were plenty of flaws to be found underneath that silk, her measurements were far from the 'perfect', as she'd been told several times, her small chest, and always under the assumption that her waist and hips weren't quite thin enough. there was always room for improvement, there was always a flaw to be found. but instead of squirming under his gaze, she was too consumed by his lips, swept up in how badly he wanted her. nimble fingers push his shirt up his well muscled frame, pulling away for mere seconds to pull it over his head and she tossed it away before diving back into his lips. his kisses trailed over her and her nails dug into his now bare shoulders. the couple tumble around the bed, layla lapping up every inch of attention he cared to give her. it was hard not to be enamoured by the rockstar, he was every inch the performer in the bedroom as he was on stage. luckily though, she was the only girl screaming his name this time. the two of them shed their clothes and lost themselves in the soft linen of the bed, the darkness of the night and the heat of each other's bare skin. TAGGED: jack kearney NOTES: doneee