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Capturing the Moment	By : TaintedTearsofTorture Category: 1 through F > All I Want (Try Seventeen) > All I Want (Try Seventeen) Views: 1022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Night Before
- 1
Category: Try
Seventeen/All I Want
Title: Capturing
the Moment
Author: Tainted
Tears of Torture
Genre: General/Romance/Drama
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual
scenes, language, some violence
Summary: Deciding
to work on their relationship, Jones and Jane move into an apartment together.
Whilst Jones works on his first novel, Jane gets a new job in the city.
However, her new boss finds Jane a lot more interesting than her work.
Disclaimer: No ownership to the characters or screenplay. The name �Rosenthal�
was given to Jane by Devil Chestnut.

-oOo-

Chapter 1 - The Night Before

Soft sunlight rippled through the drawn blinds, leaving rays of pooled sky on the floor. A bird chirped outside, and car horns honked noisily. A rustle of bedcovers in the apartment room was the only other sound.

Jones Dillon stirred as he awoke slowly, inhaling as he rolled over in the bed, blinking his blue eyes as the bronze shade crept in. He yawned slightly and trailed his hands over the sheets, finding his fingers brushing over the arm of someone lying next to him.

He glanced over to see locks of dark chocolate hair sweeping across the pillows, lashes closed over resting eyes and gentle breathing coming from her mouth. She slept peacefully, the golden light touching her cheekbones, highlighting the dimples around her lips and the freckles on her collarbone.

Jones smiled to himself, staring at his girlfriend as she rested beside him. He could remember everything that he had felt when he had first met her last year, anxiety and happiness and nausea all at once, like a giant wave that wanted to drown him for some reason. And now he was eighteen, and he knew that after everything he loved her. It didn�t matter to him that she was twenty-three, five years his senior, she was his.She was lying next to him, she was breathing on hisskin, hewas taking in her scent of red wine and coffee cream.

She�s so beautiful,he thought to himself.

He carefully threaded his fingers through her hair as he watched her sleep, noticing the steady rhythmic rise of her chest as she secretly warmed to the touch. With a smile, he leaned over her and gently kissed her cheek.

�Jane,� he whispered quietly, running a fingertip softly down her bare arm.

The bed covers rustled once again as Jane Rosenthal stirred, her eyes squeezing together a little as she stretched, taking in a sharp breath as her eyelids fluttered open.

�Mmm,� she groaned, rolling over onto her side to stare into his smiling face, a grin touching the corners of her lips. �Hi,� she muttered sleepily, snuggling a little in the sheets.

Jones kissed her nose. �Good morning,� he murmured, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. �How�d you sleep?�

She yawned slightly. �Ok, thanks.� She smirked at him again and budged a little closer, resting her head on the smooth skin of his chest, pressing her lips against it tenderly as the soft touch of velvet brushed her cheek. �What time is it?�

�It�s eight twenty,� he replied, slipping his hand around her shoulders so he could feel the warm flesh of her back and the suppleness of her breasts against his torso. He snuggled closer, rubbing the skin of his leg against hers.

Jane chuckled, nudging his arm teasingly. �Stop you, you got yours last night, remember, wise guy?�

�Yeah, I do.� He raised his eyebrows. �Was I good?�

Jane laughed gently, wrapping her arm around his ribs and entwining her bare legs with his. �You always are.� She ran her fingernails over his shoulder lightly, yawning again. �God, what time did we go slo sleep last night, huh?� She rubbed her temple. �I feel like shit.�

�But you look beautiful,� Jones added, planting a kiss into her hair.

�Yeah,� she scoffed sarcastically, but it was hidden by a flattered smile. �Well, I�d better do, because I have to go to see if my interview was ok and if I got accepted or not. I have to be there for ten.� She started to rise to a sitting position in the bed but Jones playfully pulled her down into the duvet again with his arm, her head sinking into cushions.

�Jones � !� she giggled, feeling his warm skin slide over hers and his lips dancing over her neck and the space between her breasts. She placed her hands against his shoulders and jokingly tried to push him away.

Smirking, he travelled his hands behind her spine and over her waist, tracing his touch down her leg and around so his fingers crept over her buttocks. He pulled her towards him and his naked crotch brushed against the inside of her thighs. �Do you have to go today?� he asked her teasingly, placing his forehead on hers, his lashes tickling.

Tilting her head, she freed her shoulders and laced her arms over his face and around his neck, kissing his eyelids. �Sorry, I have to go. This is the only day they can fit me in. Otherwise...� she squeezed his arm affectionately, a rather mischievous grin on her face.

The both of them had both taken large strides when they decided to move into an apartment together, a modern, comfortable building directly in Pasadena, California. Jane came to a decision almost immediately that she would like to take a job to clear up some of the rent problems, preferably something to do with photography, her expert area. A week ago she had recently been interviewed by Edison,a designing company that was desperate for someone new and professional in the photography area. Today was the day she had to visit again and find out if she had been accepted or not.

In the meanwhile, Jones wanted to dedicate some of his writing skills into producing his first novel, and Jane was behind his idea completely. She had always been a fan of his humour and structured script, ever since she had re-read the dead letters he had been �sending� to his father the previous year. They had certainly kept her company in the hospital. Despite the fact that Jones hadn�t been there, reading those letters gave the impression that he was.She had been reading a part of his soul, right there on creamed paper and inky typed font. He had been talking to her.

Jones sighed in defeat. �I know, you�re right.� Shutting his eyes, he laid his cheek on her chest, snuggling.

She rolled her brown eyes in amusement as she finger-combed his hair, cocking her head to an angle to stare at the serene expression on his face, looking over his features, his dark lashes, his smooth, pale skin and his dimpled cheeks.

She knew that she loved him, more than anyone else she had known before. He understood her like no one else did, including herself. He seemed to have chased the fog that had been concealing who she really was and that didn�t want her to be herself. Last year, she realised something that night that Jones had lost his virginity to her. He had rescued her.

And last night had been incredible: full of passion and wanting and desire. They seemed to attract themselves to one another whenever they made love, and after the sweat and pleasure they never wanted to let one another go. Sometimes they would just lie there afterwards, their bodies entwined in an embrace, lost in each other�s arms:

-oOo-

The sound of the fan flowing around on the roof mingled with the kisses and gasps as the two of them clung to one another, pressing their bodies closer. The bed sheets and their fallen clothes were spread out untidily around them as if they were leaves in a forest and a condom packet lay discarded on the side table.

Her feet were locked around the base of his spine, her arms laced over his neck, her fingers circling around his light brown hair. Her head was thrown back, her breathing sharp and irregular as she clawed desperately at the flesh on his back. Her legs were spread out and tight around his middle, her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples firm.

Since the first time they had grown more confident and were not afraid to explore.

She let out another silent cry as he moved again, digging deeper. She bit her lip and felt his cold mouth caressing her throat as his wavering hands clenched her buttocks, pulling her inwards so he could move his shaft even further inside of her, closer to her soul. He placed his sweaty forehead against her heaving body, and felt things burning up within.

�Uh,� he gulped, his fingertips around her thighs like a vice-grip. �Oh, God...Jane � �

She cut off his choked plea with a bruising kiss, her bleeding lips thawing his. She travelled her light fingers across his shoulders, feeling the muscles convulsing in his neck. A small wail escaped from her mouth as he thrust deeper.

�Ohhh! Jones...oh, Jones...�

Nibbles attacked the nape of her neck at once, gentle, careful teeth feasting on the skin there, tasting the perspiration. He felt the side of his face plaster against her humid arms and shoulders and his brow furrowed as he plunged his manhood into her wet slit, sweat and cum running between their knees. He felt himself on the verge of climax and he clung to her for support.

�Jane...� he whined, his face pressed in her cleavage causing his words to become smothered. �Shit...�

She almost screamed at that instant, but somehow managed to restrain it by chewing on her lip again, tasting salty blood. She loved it when they were like this, becoming one and joining their bodies, their sweat and flesh and muscles mixing together and turning it into something unbelievable.

Through the effort and shouts and passionate words came a sudden rush of energy and heat, and Jones let out a choke as he spent inside, his fingers tightening around the crack of her buttocks. His trembling lips kissed her breasts gently as he felt the wild pounding of his heart hitting his ribcage.

She leaned into him and smothered his face with her mouth and tongue, touching every part of his face: his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead and his lips. Then he moved his chin to meet hers and their lips locked onto one another�s as their hands roamed the back and shoulders of the opposite person.

�Jane,� he breathed, and his voice broke. �Oh...�

She traced her wet fingertips over his neck. �Sssh...� she whispered, holding him close to her, their skin sticking. �Oh, Jones...God � �

He captured her words in a gentle peck as his lips touched the moist peach of her skin. �You�re so great,� he murmured, his voice barely audible. �I love you so much.�

And they slept that night; peacefully in the bed with their arms draped around their necks and hips and chests, snuggled together as close as they could whilst still being able to breathe. Their relaxed breaths and sighs of happiness joined the sound of the dying fan and the chirping crickets outside the window.

-oOo-

She finally came back to earth, and as she lay there beneath the covers she watched him dress, catching a sight of his creamy rear as he sat on the edge of the coverlet and shrugged himself into his boxers.

�It was fantastic,� she thought aloud, her eyes boring into his back.

He turned to look at her. Confusion clouded his features. �What was?�

She smiled slyly, the kind of smile that told him the answer already without the use of speech. Her fingers casually swam across the covers idly. �Last night, stupid,� she teased, still wearing her smirk. �It was incredible. You were incredible."

His blue eyes beamed in her direction. �Not as incredible as you.�

�Mmm,� she sighed, pulling off the sheets that protected her, leaving her completely exposed in front of his sight as she bent over and rummaged around on the floor. �Goddammit,� she cursed. �Where the hell�s my bra?�

After seconds of searching, she felt Jones tap her lightly on the shoulder. She spun around and saw him holding it in front of her face, the black strap hanging from his finger with a slightly amused grin on his face.

�Here,� he told her, dropping it into her lap. �It was under my pillow.�

�Thanks,� she replied silently, then frowned. �How did it get there?�

He shrugged as he reached over to snatch up his jeans. �Don�t know. I wasn�t paying attention." Whilst saying this, he found his sight travelling over her rounded breasts and then running up and down her back as she clipped her underwear on.

�I really hope I get the job,� she brought up, picking up her panties that were abandoned somewhere underneath a chair. �I wouldn�t want us to be stuck in a situation where we couldn�t afford the rent, Jones. I want us to be one of those couples that don�t have to scrape around to stay in a room to live.�

He reached over and stroked her arm as she pulled the black lace past her legs. �You�ll get it,� he assured her. �Trust me, you will. They won�t be able to resist a photographer with a style like yours. They�ll be impressed.�

She raised an eyebrow. �And I can�t resist flattery, even though I shouldn�t accept it.� She leaned in and placed a small kiss on his nose.

After looking up and down for scattered underwear and garments, they both finally managed to dress themselves properly, and Jones discovered his watch hiding beneath the bed. He pulled on his grey shirt and stared at his wrist to inspect the time.

�It�s almost nine fifteen,� he told her behind a tiny yawn.

She nodded, placing her mobile phone and her car keys into her bag. �Ok, that�s loads of time. I don�t want to be too early but I don�t want to be late either, if you know what I mean.�

�Yeah,� he answered, noticing her lighter slip into the bag as well. �Think they�ll let you smoke in there?�

She chuckled to herself. �Jesus, they�d better.� She stared back at him, squinting slightly. �You think you can behave yourself while I�m gone?� she mocked, a smile attempting to avoid flickering at the corners of her mouth.

This time it was his turn to laugh. �Don�t worry,� he smirked. �I�ll stay here and do some work of my own.� He hinted at his typewriter before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the side of her neck. �Good luck, although you don�t need it,� he added.

�Thanks for the encouragement,� she grinned. �Try not to burn the place down.�

He rolled his eyes as she opened the door. �Get outta here.�

He paced around in the apartment and after tidying the room a little, went to sit by his typewriter to include more in his masterpiece. As his fingers touched the keys and slammed them onto the paper, thoughts of last night filled his mind. He remembered how she had smelt when he had placed his head on her chest. He remembered how passionately they had removed each other�s clothes and thrown them about, not giving a care where they landed. He remembered the words Jane had muttered through their kiss as she had clicked open her trouser buttons:

�I love you, Jones. You make me so happy.�

He smiled softly to himself as his hands flew over the lettered keys. He loved to make her happy.
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