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antivanrufflesHappy birthday dear BAMF! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!! Okay, I'm a day early.. but who cares? It's always a good time for fic!
Apsara, I hope that you have a wonderful birthday! You are an amazing BAMF, a talented writer, and I am SO GLAD PEOPLE KIDNAPPED YOU INTO FICCHAT!! YAY!!!!! <3
Who: R/J
Where: Lumberyard!Verse! (*snort*)
When: Right after this flopsie HERE
Rating: We'll say PG-13/R -- I tried to you write you not shoddy pr0n! But it didn't turn out like I had planned.. oh well!
“Jesse? What the hell is that?” Rachel hissed over her shoulder at the bartender.
“That’s Jace.” Jesse said after absently glancing up at the stage while mixing a drink.
Rachel narrowed her eyes. “In drag!?”
“Yeah, he does it every couple months or so. There are some regulars who love it.” Jesse gave the drink a quick shake before pouring the blue liquid into a sugar rimmed glass.
Placing the completed drink onto one of the serving trays, Jesse turned back to Rachel with his full attention.
“You should’ve seen Jace and Dmitri doing Single Ladies, it was amazing!” He grinned at her, eyes dancing. “They put a lot of work into that routine.”
“Oh, god! I think I’ll need a strong drink to clean that image from my brain.” Rachel scrunched up her face.
“I can take care of that.” Jesse said with a smirk.
He quickly threw something together, and Rachel’s eyes went wide as he added liquor after liquor to the shaker. Then he shook and shook and shook, finally straining the bright blue drink into a readied glass. Adding a cherry for a garnish, he slid it across the bar toward Rachel.
“Enjoy!”
Rachel took an experimental sip, it was actually quite tasty and you couldn’t taste the ridiculous amount of booze in the cocktail--a very good thing.
“It’s delicious, Jesse!” He gave her a quick wink before dashing down to the other end of the bar where a group of new patrons where gathered.
Rachel swiveled around in her stool, drink in hand, and settled down for watching Jace perform some strange routine to “If U Seek Amy” by Britney Spears.
Taking another sip, Rachel squinted her eyes toward the stage---she supposed she could admit that he made a decent looking woman. Frowning at the strange thought, she glanced down at her glass, only to realize it was empty.
That was a shame.
“JESSE!!! REFILL!!”
******
Three of those, oh so delicious blue drinks later, Rachel felt relaxed--loose and languid--and was having one of the best times she’d ever had at The Lumberyard.
The band was extremely enjoyable--even if Nathan and Zane kept sneaking glances at Morgan and Analise--and played several songs she loved.
Right now she watched as Dmitri took a turn around the pole--how’d that saying go? Oh yeah! -- shaking his moneymaker. She giggled at that, watching as a very drunk bride-to-be, there for her bachelorette party, tucked what looked to be a twenty dollar bill into his fake plumber’s belt.
Rachel picked up her glass…. empty again? How the hell did that keep happening? God, was Mia sneaking sips!?!
Frowning, she was tempted to lick the sugar from the rim when she became aware of a presence at her side. Glancing up she found Jace--cleaned up from his earlier performance--dressed in blue jeans, a white tee and what appeared to be an ancient leather jacket.
He smelled like soap and aftershave and a hint of something else that was just about as intoxicating as those damn blue cocktails!
“You looked lonely.” He said before taking a swig from his beer bottle.
“I am actually having a lovely time, thank you very much!” Rachel swung her long hair over her shoulder with has much dignity as she could muster in that moment, which wasn’t much since she was feeling just a little bit giddy. Stupid blue drinks.
“Then why are you frowning?” Jace arched an eyebrow.
“I am not frow--oh, just go away!” Rachel huffed, crossing her arms and sulking down into her seat. Jace eyed her a moment, drained the rest of his beer and stood up.
“Look, I know you don’t like me, but why don’t you let me drive you home? It’s late, and I’m sure the others are going to be a while.” He nodded toward the main area of the club.
Mia was decidedly absent and mostly off with Kendrick. Analise was surprisingly playing groupie to Zane while Nathan was on break and making out feverishly with Morgan in a corner.
Glancing toward the clock, she realized that it was late, and she didn’t really feel like taking a cab back to her place all alone…. and Jace did have a nice smile…..
Damn it! She swore to herself and stood up, nodding her agreement to Jace.
“Great, I have to get my keys from the dressing room. Come on, we’ll sneak out the back.” He smiled again--stupid, pretty smile-- and started leading her behind the stage.
As she trailed behind him, she had a very fine view of his ass… and what a very fine ass it was. In this moment, with no one aware of her thoughts, she supposed she could admit that she might have the teeniest, tiniest crush on Jace.
But really? Who wouldn’t!?
Naturally bleached out hair that was slightly shaggy, with just a hint of a curl at the nape of his neck and around his ears. Bright blue eyes the same shade as a summer sky in the country--when the hell did she turn into some romantic poet?
Not to mention that smile; wide and easy, it was a little bit teasing, a little bit cocky, and a whole lot of charming.
AND the man had the body of some freaking Greek God.
“Rachel? Earth to Rachel.” Jace waved a hand in front of her face, looking slightly worried at her sudden descent into space cadet. “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine. Just get your keys!” She groused, and he smiled at her again. A sweet little half smile that had her heart racing.
Stupid Adonis-like stripper boy, she glared at the back of his head.
Jace opened the door to the small dressing room he used, there was a small vanity with a mirror and the things he used for his shows. She stepped in after him, eyeing the various bits of make-up and spray tanner. One corner held a clothes rack with odds and ends hanging from it, and there was a set of weights in another corner.
She saw a door that led to a tiny bathroom that contained a shower. Jace walked toward the vanity, shifting through one of the drawers for his keys.
“How did you even get into this gig?” Rachel asked, idly fingering the rack of hangers.
Jace sat on the edge of the dressing table with arms crossed, and shrugged one shoulder. “I needed money and it pays well.”
“What for?”
“Growing up, it was just me and my mom; I was a total welfare kid. My mom worked three jobs just to put me through school and make sure I had something to eat. I started college with scholarship money, but that dried up once I started my graduate work, I’m studying engineering.” He added before she could ask.
“I’ve known Nathan since freshman year, and he told me about this place. I couldn’t play in the band, but I thought maybe I could be a barback or something? I don’t even really remember how I ended up as one of the dancers--I think Jesse slipped me something so I would agree.” Jace smirked.
“Does your mom know?”
“Nah, she thinks I work in a real lumber yard.” Jace chuckled and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. “I don’t like lying, but I do like that I’m able to send home some money every month.”
He loves his mom, great another thing to add to increasingly long list of reasons why she had a teeny, tiny crush on him. Well… okay, maybe it wasn’t so tiny.
And really, the fact that he’s blushing now is utterly adorable!
“Adorable, huh?” Jace arched an eyebrow at her.
Rachel’s eyes went wide, and she could feel a matching blush creeping up her cheeks at the realization that she’d said the last part out loud.
Jace’s smile was back in place, and only growing wider as she floundered. “So, you do think I’m cute,” he teased.
“Oh, please! You’re gorgeous, and you know it.” Rachel crossed her arms, dangerously close to pouting indignantly.
“Oh? I’m gorgeous now?” Jace’s eyes were twinkling merrily. “Now, Rachel, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you might like me!”
First she started to scowl, then stopped herself. She did like him, had fully admitted to herself that she had a crush on him--fancied him. Quite a lot really. She also had a list as long as her arm as to reasons why she liked him, and it seemed to be doubling by the minute.
“Maybe a little bit.” Rachel finally said, slightly challenging and arms still crossed.
“A little bit, huh?” He mumbled to himself, nodding faintly. “I can work with a little bit.”
Jace looked up at her then and smiled again, but this one was different. It wasn’t cocky, it wasn’t teasing. It was bright and sweet and completely genuine.
Rachel felt her stomach give a little flip flop even as her heart stuttered over a beat, and she knew she was doomed.
“Look, I’ll take you home now.” Jace was bolstered with the idea that he might actually have a chance with Rachel, but knew better than to press his luck. He pushed away from the dressing table and started for the door-- he was beyond shocked when Rachel stopped him, grabbed him by his jacket and yanked him down for a kiss.
With more strength than he would’ve given her credit for, she forcefully shoved him back against the wall and deepened the kiss, her hand moving from his collar up to his hair. For his part, Jace had lost all coherent thought the second her lips touched his, and he was relying solely on instinct, his hands racking up her back and pulling her close.
Rachel moved her hands over his chest and under his jacket, slipping it from his shoulders. Her hands tangled in his hair again, and pulled him down toward her further.
Finding this position less than desirable given their extreme height difference, Jace picked her up and stumbled toward the dressing table--kissing her all the while--one arm knocking aside everything on it before he sat her down gently.
She had managed to wrestle his shirt free from where it was tucked into his pants, and at the first breath of cool air against his stomach, Jace realized what the hell he was doing.
He pulled back, prying Rachel’s hands from his shirt and looked her in the eye. “You’re drunk, we can’t do this.”
“I am no such thing, I was.. tipsy! But damn it, these aren’t new feelings, I just recently admitted them.”
“And that’s the problem!” Jace stepped back, ranked a hand through his hair and frowned at her. “I’ll take you home, and maybe tomorrow we get some lunch or dinner.” He turned, slightly flustered and intent on gathering up his jacket.
“Jace?”
“Yeah?” He turned back to her, hesitantly.
“Come here,” she pointed to the floor in front of her. He obeyed, not sure why but unable to stop himself.
Rachel reached forward and placed her hands on either side of his face, pulling him close to hers.
“You can drive me home and we can go out on ten or ten-thousand dates, but my feelings aren’t going to change and neither are yours. So we can stay here for a bit longer, then you can drive me home and in morning I’ll make you breakfast.”
She kissed him again, slow and tender--lovingly-- and Jace found his last bits of restraint were completely demolished.
This time, Jace pulled off his own t-shirt while Rachel fiddled with his belt--cursing all the while. Jace circled his hand around her back and up to her neck, going to untie her halter top.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he mumbled before crushing his lips to hers.
Deceptively long legs wrapped around his waist, as her skirt rode up around her soft hips. Once Jace had worked out the knot holding her top up, Rachel pulled back and wiggled out of it, tossing the garment next to his discarded shirt.
The top was quickly followed by lacy black panties.
Jace gulped nervously; she was gorgeous and perfect, and God he had never wanted anyone more in his life.
Rachel sighed, his hands were warm and strong as they brushed across her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and a fire burning in her stomach. She pulled his lips toward hers in a searing kiss that had them both lightheaded.
His fingers scraped up her thigh as her legs wrapped around him again, pulling him toward her. They met in a swell of heat and passion, with heady kisses and wandering hands.
Rachel felt on fire wherever her skin touched his and the need was overwhelming. She couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t get enough of his touch--his hands everywhere at once--and she couldn’t kiss him enough.
They were passionate, fierce and insatiable, and it was a very long time before they emerged from the dressing room.
When they did, both were smiling and incandescent; Jace’s hair mussed into wild curls and Rachel wearing his leather jacket over her hastily tied halter top.
They slipped into Jace’s car, heading for her apartment for sleep--which was sound and peaceful and the best either could remember having.
In the morning she made him breakfast, while he distracted her with stolen kisses and hugs. Later they had lunch, then dinner.
Jace spent the night again, and most every night after that.
Apsara, I hope that you have a wonderful birthday! You are an amazing BAMF, a talented writer, and I am SO GLAD PEOPLE KIDNAPPED YOU INTO FICCHAT!! YAY!!!!! <3
Who: R/J
Where: Lumberyard!Verse! (*snort*)
When: Right after this flopsie HERE
Rating: We'll say PG-13/R -- I tried to you write you not shoddy pr0n! But it didn't turn out like I had planned.. oh well!
“Jesse? What the hell is that?” Rachel hissed over her shoulder at the bartender.
“That’s Jace.” Jesse said after absently glancing up at the stage while mixing a drink.
Rachel narrowed her eyes. “In drag!?”
“Yeah, he does it every couple months or so. There are some regulars who love it.” Jesse gave the drink a quick shake before pouring the blue liquid into a sugar rimmed glass.
Placing the completed drink onto one of the serving trays, Jesse turned back to Rachel with his full attention.
“You should’ve seen Jace and Dmitri doing Single Ladies, it was amazing!” He grinned at her, eyes dancing. “They put a lot of work into that routine.”
“Oh, god! I think I’ll need a strong drink to clean that image from my brain.” Rachel scrunched up her face.
“I can take care of that.” Jesse said with a smirk.
He quickly threw something together, and Rachel’s eyes went wide as he added liquor after liquor to the shaker. Then he shook and shook and shook, finally straining the bright blue drink into a readied glass. Adding a cherry for a garnish, he slid it across the bar toward Rachel.
“Enjoy!”
Rachel took an experimental sip, it was actually quite tasty and you couldn’t taste the ridiculous amount of booze in the cocktail--a very good thing.
“It’s delicious, Jesse!” He gave her a quick wink before dashing down to the other end of the bar where a group of new patrons where gathered.
Rachel swiveled around in her stool, drink in hand, and settled down for watching Jace perform some strange routine to “If U Seek Amy” by Britney Spears.
Taking another sip, Rachel squinted her eyes toward the stage---she supposed she could admit that he made a decent looking woman. Frowning at the strange thought, she glanced down at her glass, only to realize it was empty.
That was a shame.
“JESSE!!! REFILL!!”
******
Three of those, oh so delicious blue drinks later, Rachel felt relaxed--loose and languid--and was having one of the best times she’d ever had at The Lumberyard.
The band was extremely enjoyable--even if Nathan and Zane kept sneaking glances at Morgan and Analise--and played several songs she loved.
Right now she watched as Dmitri took a turn around the pole--how’d that saying go? Oh yeah! -- shaking his moneymaker. She giggled at that, watching as a very drunk bride-to-be, there for her bachelorette party, tucked what looked to be a twenty dollar bill into his fake plumber’s belt.
Rachel picked up her glass…. empty again? How the hell did that keep happening? God, was Mia sneaking sips!?!
Frowning, she was tempted to lick the sugar from the rim when she became aware of a presence at her side. Glancing up she found Jace--cleaned up from his earlier performance--dressed in blue jeans, a white tee and what appeared to be an ancient leather jacket.
He smelled like soap and aftershave and a hint of something else that was just about as intoxicating as those damn blue cocktails!
“You looked lonely.” He said before taking a swig from his beer bottle.
“I am actually having a lovely time, thank you very much!” Rachel swung her long hair over her shoulder with has much dignity as she could muster in that moment, which wasn’t much since she was feeling just a little bit giddy. Stupid blue drinks.
“Then why are you frowning?” Jace arched an eyebrow.
“I am not frow--oh, just go away!” Rachel huffed, crossing her arms and sulking down into her seat. Jace eyed her a moment, drained the rest of his beer and stood up.
“Look, I know you don’t like me, but why don’t you let me drive you home? It’s late, and I’m sure the others are going to be a while.” He nodded toward the main area of the club.
Mia was decidedly absent and mostly off with Kendrick. Analise was surprisingly playing groupie to Zane while Nathan was on break and making out feverishly with Morgan in a corner.
Glancing toward the clock, she realized that it was late, and she didn’t really feel like taking a cab back to her place all alone…. and Jace did have a nice smile…..
Damn it! She swore to herself and stood up, nodding her agreement to Jace.
“Great, I have to get my keys from the dressing room. Come on, we’ll sneak out the back.” He smiled again--stupid, pretty smile-- and started leading her behind the stage.
As she trailed behind him, she had a very fine view of his ass… and what a very fine ass it was. In this moment, with no one aware of her thoughts, she supposed she could admit that she might have the teeniest, tiniest crush on Jace.
But really? Who wouldn’t!?
Naturally bleached out hair that was slightly shaggy, with just a hint of a curl at the nape of his neck and around his ears. Bright blue eyes the same shade as a summer sky in the country--when the hell did she turn into some romantic poet?
Not to mention that smile; wide and easy, it was a little bit teasing, a little bit cocky, and a whole lot of charming.
AND the man had the body of some freaking Greek God.
“Rachel? Earth to Rachel.” Jace waved a hand in front of her face, looking slightly worried at her sudden descent into space cadet. “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine. Just get your keys!” She groused, and he smiled at her again. A sweet little half smile that had her heart racing.
Stupid Adonis-like stripper boy, she glared at the back of his head.
Jace opened the door to the small dressing room he used, there was a small vanity with a mirror and the things he used for his shows. She stepped in after him, eyeing the various bits of make-up and spray tanner. One corner held a clothes rack with odds and ends hanging from it, and there was a set of weights in another corner.
She saw a door that led to a tiny bathroom that contained a shower. Jace walked toward the vanity, shifting through one of the drawers for his keys.
“How did you even get into this gig?” Rachel asked, idly fingering the rack of hangers.
Jace sat on the edge of the dressing table with arms crossed, and shrugged one shoulder. “I needed money and it pays well.”
“What for?”
“Growing up, it was just me and my mom; I was a total welfare kid. My mom worked three jobs just to put me through school and make sure I had something to eat. I started college with scholarship money, but that dried up once I started my graduate work, I’m studying engineering.” He added before she could ask.
“I’ve known Nathan since freshman year, and he told me about this place. I couldn’t play in the band, but I thought maybe I could be a barback or something? I don’t even really remember how I ended up as one of the dancers--I think Jesse slipped me something so I would agree.” Jace smirked.
“Does your mom know?”
“Nah, she thinks I work in a real lumber yard.” Jace chuckled and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. “I don’t like lying, but I do like that I’m able to send home some money every month.”
He loves his mom, great another thing to add to increasingly long list of reasons why she had a teeny, tiny crush on him. Well… okay, maybe it wasn’t so tiny.
And really, the fact that he’s blushing now is utterly adorable!
“Adorable, huh?” Jace arched an eyebrow at her.
Rachel’s eyes went wide, and she could feel a matching blush creeping up her cheeks at the realization that she’d said the last part out loud.
Jace’s smile was back in place, and only growing wider as she floundered. “So, you do think I’m cute,” he teased.
“Oh, please! You’re gorgeous, and you know it.” Rachel crossed her arms, dangerously close to pouting indignantly.
“Oh? I’m gorgeous now?” Jace’s eyes were twinkling merrily. “Now, Rachel, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you might like me!”
First she started to scowl, then stopped herself. She did like him, had fully admitted to herself that she had a crush on him--fancied him. Quite a lot really. She also had a list as long as her arm as to reasons why she liked him, and it seemed to be doubling by the minute.
“Maybe a little bit.” Rachel finally said, slightly challenging and arms still crossed.
“A little bit, huh?” He mumbled to himself, nodding faintly. “I can work with a little bit.”
Jace looked up at her then and smiled again, but this one was different. It wasn’t cocky, it wasn’t teasing. It was bright and sweet and completely genuine.
Rachel felt her stomach give a little flip flop even as her heart stuttered over a beat, and she knew she was doomed.
“Look, I’ll take you home now.” Jace was bolstered with the idea that he might actually have a chance with Rachel, but knew better than to press his luck. He pushed away from the dressing table and started for the door-- he was beyond shocked when Rachel stopped him, grabbed him by his jacket and yanked him down for a kiss.
With more strength than he would’ve given her credit for, she forcefully shoved him back against the wall and deepened the kiss, her hand moving from his collar up to his hair. For his part, Jace had lost all coherent thought the second her lips touched his, and he was relying solely on instinct, his hands racking up her back and pulling her close.
Rachel moved her hands over his chest and under his jacket, slipping it from his shoulders. Her hands tangled in his hair again, and pulled him down toward her further.
Finding this position less than desirable given their extreme height difference, Jace picked her up and stumbled toward the dressing table--kissing her all the while--one arm knocking aside everything on it before he sat her down gently.
She had managed to wrestle his shirt free from where it was tucked into his pants, and at the first breath of cool air against his stomach, Jace realized what the hell he was doing.
He pulled back, prying Rachel’s hands from his shirt and looked her in the eye. “You’re drunk, we can’t do this.”
“I am no such thing, I was.. tipsy! But damn it, these aren’t new feelings, I just recently admitted them.”
“And that’s the problem!” Jace stepped back, ranked a hand through his hair and frowned at her. “I’ll take you home, and maybe tomorrow we get some lunch or dinner.” He turned, slightly flustered and intent on gathering up his jacket.
“Jace?”
“Yeah?” He turned back to her, hesitantly.
“Come here,” she pointed to the floor in front of her. He obeyed, not sure why but unable to stop himself.
Rachel reached forward and placed her hands on either side of his face, pulling him close to hers.
“You can drive me home and we can go out on ten or ten-thousand dates, but my feelings aren’t going to change and neither are yours. So we can stay here for a bit longer, then you can drive me home and in morning I’ll make you breakfast.”
She kissed him again, slow and tender--lovingly-- and Jace found his last bits of restraint were completely demolished.
This time, Jace pulled off his own t-shirt while Rachel fiddled with his belt--cursing all the while. Jace circled his hand around her back and up to her neck, going to untie her halter top.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he mumbled before crushing his lips to hers.
Deceptively long legs wrapped around his waist, as her skirt rode up around her soft hips. Once Jace had worked out the knot holding her top up, Rachel pulled back and wiggled out of it, tossing the garment next to his discarded shirt.
The top was quickly followed by lacy black panties.
Jace gulped nervously; she was gorgeous and perfect, and God he had never wanted anyone more in his life.
Rachel sighed, his hands were warm and strong as they brushed across her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and a fire burning in her stomach. She pulled his lips toward hers in a searing kiss that had them both lightheaded.
His fingers scraped up her thigh as her legs wrapped around him again, pulling him toward her. They met in a swell of heat and passion, with heady kisses and wandering hands.
Rachel felt on fire wherever her skin touched his and the need was overwhelming. She couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t get enough of his touch--his hands everywhere at once--and she couldn’t kiss him enough.
They were passionate, fierce and insatiable, and it was a very long time before they emerged from the dressing room.
When they did, both were smiling and incandescent; Jace’s hair mussed into wild curls and Rachel wearing his leather jacket over her hastily tied halter top.
They slipped into Jace’s car, heading for her apartment for sleep--which was sound and peaceful and the best either could remember having.
In the morning she made him breakfast, while he distracted her with stolen kisses and hugs. Later they had lunch, then dinner.
Jace spent the night again, and most every night after that.
