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Fight Fire With Fire; James/OFC, Het, 1999
Topic Started: February 17, 2013, 12:58 pm (18,418 Views)
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Ruth = most amazing wife ever! I love her. She's so good for James.

I'm starting to feel happy again with how things are going! :biggrin

Hope James gets back into being with the band and back to his old self again. He's beaten himself up enough and it'll only make thing worse if he carries on.

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Ruth is so good for him *sigh*
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Thanks for all the comments and reads so far. I love you all! :heart: I also just noticed this fic has over 7000 views now. How did that happen because it was NOT expected! xx

"Ollie! Let's go!" James yelled up the stairs. He kept his word to go to HQ and sort stuff out down there. "What is he doing up there?" James asked me as folded some clothes in the kitchen.

"Looking for his Gameboy I think"

"Are you going to be alright here?"

"Yeah. I was going to invite my parents over though. They haven't seen the babies properly yet. Is that okay?"

"Sure"

"Are you ready, dad?" Ollie finally came downstairs with his Gameboy.

"Yeah" James kissed me on the cheek then took Ollie's hand. "We should be home about five"

I called my mom and dad and invited them over. Apparently Tom had an audition for a blues bar as an entertainer or something so he couldn't come therefore my mom was free. I tidied away Ollie's toys and tidied up myself a bit while the twins were sleeping. I splashed some water on my face and put some light foundation on to try and hide the dark circles under my eyes.

My mom arrived around an hour later first holding two large shopping bags when I let her in.

“Wow you look great, honey!”

“Thanks, mom. Have you been shopping?” I asked as she made her way towards the living room but I didn’t get an answer as she immediately started to coo over the twins in their seats. She handed me the bags and picked up Grace who was just about fall asleep.

“She looks just like you!” she told me. “All that stuff is for you by the way”

“Wow. Thanks” as soon as I started to look through the stuff she had brought, my dad knocked at the front door. When I opened it he was holding two giant packs of Pampers for new borns.

“Here ya go” he nodded and gave me the diapers.

“Thanks. Mom is in the living room with the twins”

While I watched the two of them occupied with the babies, the lack of sleep caused me to hatch a plan in my head where I’d sneak off to bed for a few hours without them noticing. But I shook that off and got two bottles and bibs from the kitchen and asked if they wanted to feed them instead. They jumped at the chance to bond with their grandkids and I rummaged properly through the bags that my mom had brought.

There was so many onesies, hats, shoes, cute costumes and even clothes they wouldn’t fit into for months and months. At the end of one of the bags there was a heavy book; ‘Pilates for Beginners’.

“Uh…mom? What’s this?”

“Oh I just picked that up from the bookstore for you”

“When have you ever known me to exercise?!” I laughed.

“Well I thought that you’d like to get back into shape soon”

“Jeez, Tina she looks great already! She doesn’t need that yoga crap” my dad said and rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, Chris—“

“Alright, you two. Don’t start!” I warned them before an argument broke out. “I’m getting a pretty good workout from running around after James and the kids already but thanks anyway. I’ll uh…keep it in mind for sure…” At least it'd look good on the coffee table...

“How’s Ollie dealing with the twins?” my mom asked.

“Pretty good. He just wants them to grow up so he’ll have other kids to play with…and also because he thinks that they grow up a bit that we can get a dog for some reason” I looked at my dad who had firmly planted that idea in my son’s head.

“And is James helping out?”

“Yeah…he’s gotten into in the last week or so. I think he’s liking it more and more”

After some coffee and diaper changes, my mom had to go home to cook Tom his celebratory dinner since he’d gotten the job at the bar and my dad had a poker game to host. Having my parents over made me feel like things were going back to normal; James was at work again, the kids were healthy, Tom was Elvis again so balance seemed to be restored.

James got home just after five and thankfully he brought some food home so I wouldn’t have to cook. Our evening was quiet compared to yesterday. I thought maybe my mom wore the twins out so that’s why they were sleeping so much. James told me that Lars had his kids at HQ too so that’s why Ollie was so tired when he got home. By 9pm everyone was fed and upstairs.

When James was in the shower I opened the Pilates book my mom had given me. I read words like ‘control’, ‘flow’ and ‘precision’ but apparently it was a full body work out. There were pictures to show the positions and it didn’t look too difficult. Since I was in the room on my own I got down on the floor and tried out ‘The One Leg Circle’. It was pretty easy; I was twirling one leg in the air. I did a couple of more stretches that were simple. When I was in the middle of ‘The Roll Over’, James came out of the bathroom and stood over me, looking at me like I was crazy.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting my figure back” he shook his head and held his hand out and pulled me up from the floor.

“Be careful doing that stuff. I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to go to classes or something. Have fun with your parents today?”

“Yeah” I flopped on our bed. “My mom bought the twins a LOT of clothes and we won’t have to buy diapers for at least two weeks thanks to my dad”

"Cool” he nodded. So...I told the guys" he said as he fixed the pillows propping him up in bed.

"Told them what?"

"About...what happened"

"That you drank?" my eyes widened while his closed upon hearing 'drank'.

"Yes"

"And?"

"Kirk and Rob were really good about it- supportive but I could tell Lars wasn't really that surprised. They said they'll look out for me on the tour or whatever but...yeah, I told them”

"I'm so proud of you. It couldn't have been easy" I leaned over and made an attempt hug him but felt something twinge in my back; it resulted in me just kind of draped on him. I guess you’re meant to warm up before that Pilates stuff.

"I just didn't want to go into the studio or on tour with baggage or secrets. I felt like I had to do it”

"And what are your tour dates like?"

"Not too bad. Just some summer dates in Europe and then some in Asia in the autumn but they're pretty far apart"

"That's not so bad I guess"

"Did you listen to the demos?"

"Yeah. We have the skeletons of a lot of songs then we jammed on a few things"

“Are you going back tomorrow?”

“Yep. Looks like I’ll be down there for…the next few months anyways. Try get some sleep because the ascent into madness begins soon”
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Tom was Elvis again so balance seemed to be restored.

:lol: Theres an end to a sentence you don't read every day!


Good on James for fessing up. He seems to be getting his shit back together thankfully.


Oh also, this:
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it resulted in me just kind of draped on him

was enough to make me do this: :drool That's a problem right?

I don't want to wait very long for more. Just saying! :heart:
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So glad things are looking up for them :)
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June 2012.

And the madness began and it continued for the next six years. Albums were made, awards were won, tours continued around the world, knees were scraped, teeth were lost and tantrums were thrown by children and adults alike. I’d grown to love James’ idea of a big family; kids definitely made life more exciting. During the making of Death Magnetic James would take Ollie to the studio with him during the day until he was old enough to go to school. James would take him there in the mornings and I’d pick him up in the afternoon. The summer of 2008 saw us being one big touring family. It was cool that the kids got to see the world but potty training the twins on the road was a difficult task.

Ollie was very much his own person. Skateboarding, BMX and music were his thing. Headphones were either on his head or hung around his neck. Grace, as I suspected turned out to be a complete girly-girl. I knew James loved that so he could spoil her but I had him call me on more than one occasion asking were the nail polish remover was. Aaron looked up to his older brother a lot. If Ollie had a cool pair of shoes that Aaron liked, he’d have to have them as well. But the twins were pretty inseparable. If one of them got into trouble for something the other would cover for them.

Our days when James wasn’t on tour were jam packed. Someone always needed to be somewhere whether it was bringing Grace to gymnastics or bringing Ollie to football. Sleepovers took place almost every weekend during the summer but as usual my parents were there if we needed a break. My dad also managed to get himself a girlfriend and she was a nice lady so I guess you could say we were all pretty happy.

Things between James and I had never been better. Right now, during the summer of 2012, both of us were in the best shape of our lives. James had lost a ton of weight and I don’t think I had ever found him more attractive. I even took that Pilates thing seriously with some encouragement from Kirk so I got my figure back after the twins. And I was working again at the first Orion festival. But we were here without the kids because Ollie grew up to become a daredevil like his father and was at home with a broken arm after attempting to pull off some trick on his BMX and we thought it wouldn’t be fair to bring the twins and not Ollie so they stayed at home with my dad.

Since we were on our own in New Jersey, we’d made a plan to go for dinner since we’d landed two days earlier seen as we didn’t get that much time to ourselves at home but I’d hardly seen James at all. He either had an interview or press conference to attend. The chances of us going out tonight were extremely slim since it was a show day and we had to be up early tomorrow too.

Something else that had changed was the stage set up and the backstage area. Almost everything was digital now. Even the old stage backdrop was swapped for a huge screen and ramps either side. This was my first gig back working again and someone younger than me had to show me how to program James’ amps. The guitar tuning part stayed more or less the same which I was grateful for.

While I was tuning his guitars, I got a picture message on my phone from Ollie. It was of him and a French bulldog puppy. The caption said “His name is Sid”.

“Hey” James came in just as I was finishing his last guitar to change his shirt.

“I was talking to Ollie”

“Yeah? He didn’t break anything else, did he?”

“If he did he didn’t mention it but that might be because my dad has gotten him a dog”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep. Look” I showed him the message on my phone.

“Sid, huh? Well, he’s definitely your son. The dog’s kinda cute though”

“So, do you think we’ll get to go out tonight?”

“Unless you want to have dinner at 11pm, sure”

“Better leave it then” I pouted playfully.

“Don’t pout. Want me to get you pizza now or something?”

“No” I laughed. “I can wait. Where are you going?”

“To watch one of the bands from the side of stage”

“Can I come with you?”

“Have you got my guitars ready?”

“Not yet”

“Then I don’t think you can” he grinned. “We’ll do something later, I promise” he kissed my cheek quickly before he left again.

When later came around, we still hadn’t done anything and my stomach was seriously bitching at me for it. After the show when I had James guitars back in their cases, I went to look for him and found him in a room with members of other bands laughing and generally having a good time so I didn’t want to nag and drag him away from the fun.

I told one of the band’s assistants that I was going back to the hotel and to tell James to stay and hang out. I had a quick shower, dried my hair and put it in a messy bun then got into bed and flicked through the channels on tv. I forgot how much running around backstage takes it out of you.

James got back around 12.45am while I was watching a rerun of Cheers.

“Where did you disappear off to?” he asked holding a brown paper bag.

“I came back here. Didn’t want to tear you away from the after party”

“You’re my wife; you have permission to do that. It wasn’t much of a party anyway; everyone is exhausted” he said as he got undressed.

“What’s in the bag?”

“That’s for you”

“A gift?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it”

I opened the bag and it was full of slices of ham, different cheeses and small bags of Doritos.
“Did you rob these from the catering table?”

“I may or may not have” he said before laughing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know things would get so crazy today. I swear we’ll do something tomorrow”

“Promise?”

“I swear on the new puppy’s eyes”

“That’s good enough for me”

“Are you not eating this stuff?”

“Nah, I ate like half a ton of cheese while I watched the show”

“It was a pretty awesome show, right?”

“Yeah you sang really well. You should get some sleep because you have to do it all over again tomorrow. Good night”
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James had lost a ton of weight and I don't think I had ever found him more attractive.
HELL YEAH. 2012 James? Um, yes please. :drool

Loved the progression in time. Loved the update. Want more. :heart:
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OMG!

How did I do not to see this! This is awesome!

I loved how things turned out for the best. Everyone seems so happy and I really like Ollie and his like father-like son attitude. ^^
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The second day of the festival rolled around. I hardly saw James at all yesterday because he was busy running around introducing bands and mingling with fans so I hoped that we could get some time to ourselves today. When I turned over James was already awake and it looked like he had been for a while. He usually slept as late as possible on show days.

“Morning…why are you awake?” I curled up to his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

“Just been thinking about stuff”

“Yeah? What stuff?”

“Just how we were when we first met”

“Like when we pretty much hated each other?”

“You hated me?” he pretended to be surprised.

“No, maybe I didn’t hate you…you were an asshole sometimes though”

“Okay I’ll give you that one…but I do kinda miss those days. I mean, I love having a family and stuff but I can’t help thinking we’ve mellowed out a little”

“So what is it you miss? The drunken nights? The hangovers? Falling asleep in the back of your car? Punk gigs you didn’t want to be at?” I teased.

“As dumb as it sounds, I miss…you”

“I’m right here, James” I laughed a little at his admission.

“Yeah, obviously” he propped himself up on his elbow and turned to face me. “But like…I miss your hair, the way you used to dress with your super skinny jeans and scuffed combat boots…and your attitude”

“Well I can’t really dress that way anymore, I’m grown up you know? Or at least I like to think I am. Anyway, enough nostalgia; I’m going to get up. Last day today”

“No, no. You’re not working today” he pulled me back into bed.

“What are you talking about?”

He reached over into his nightstand and pulled out an envelope and handed it to me. It was a coupon for an all day spa and salon when I opened it.

“What’s this for? Have you got a date and you want me out of the way?” I joked. “And I thought we were meant to be hanging out at some stage today?”

He shrugged. “Consider it an early anniversary present or something. A car will pick you up at twelve and I’ll meet you back here tonight after the show. We’ll hang out then” he said as he got up out of bed and took some clothes out of his suitcase and got dressed.

James left for the festival about half an hour later. The gesture of coupon had me a little confused. Those places weren’t really my kind of thing. In fact, I’d never been to one in my life. I didn’t even know what to wear so I threw on a casual black t-shirt and jeans and tied my hair back.

On the ride to the spa that was on the outskirts of town, I read more about the treatments that I’d be getting today in the pamphlet. Since I had the platinum package, it included a full body massage, a facial, leg and bikini waxing, a French manicure and pedicure, a steam room and I could get my hair and make-up done. It sounded pretty good considering I hadn’t gotten my hair done in what seemed like forever and I’d never actually gotten a facial or a professional massage.

The car dropped me off at the facility somewhere among some hills. It looked like it was made completely out of glass and wood. It smelled fresh and looked clean with it white painted walls everywhere and plastic flowers for decoration. I gave my coupon to the girl at reception along with James’ name and a girl in black trousers, a white shirt and a very heavily made up face came to greet me. We looked like total opposites. She brought me into a room and gave me a white robe to change into. I took off my clothes while she waited outside and I shoved my clothes into a locker.

We started with the facial, followed by the full body massage after which I had never felt more relaxed. All the stress that had built up from running around at the festival yesterday felt like it had been completely released from my body. From the massage I was brought into another room for waxing. Ten minutes ago I had felt totally chilled out with not a care in the world and like I could fall asleep but as soon as she tore that first waxing strip from leg I was thrown into a world of pain. It wasn’t like doing it yourself at home in the bathroom where you could swear and shout if it hurt, here I just had to keep a friendly smile on my face while she used what seemed like industrial strength wax. On the plus side though, my legs had never been so smooth. But the real pain began when she moved higher up my leg…

From the torture room I had a manicure to tidy up my nails a bit. False nails were an option but I knew I could never function properly with them on. After a pedicure I was finally into the last stages of my day; hair and make-up. I sat in the salon chair in front of the mirror while a different, middle aged woman put a cape around my neck then played with my hair. I’d stop dying it years ago so I was back to my natural brown color.

“Just a trim? A nice treatment then we can blow dry and style it?” she smiled at me in the mirror.

“Uh” I was half tempted to go along with her idea but then the conversation I had with James earlier suddenly entered my mind again. I had the opportunity to change my appearance so I decided to grab it. “Actually, I have a different idea”

I explained to her the idea and ten minutes later she was putting dye in my hair. We agreed not to go for the close to white color I used to wear but for a dirtier, more natural blonde. Since my hair was a light brown, I didn’t have to worry about murdering my hair with bleach again; standard blonde dye would do the trick.

While I waited for the dye to take effect, I thought about James’ reaction. He’d either love it or laugh at me and try to break it to me that I was too old for this. Then I thought about picking the kids up from school. I’d stand out like a sore thumb amongst all the other moms. But then I thought ‘screw it’ because they already had James that picked them up wearing a battle jacket with a different car every day. What they thought of us was already irrelevant.

After she washed the dye out and deeply conditioned my hair, it was on to the styling. She brushed all the hair over to the left side of my head, parted a quarter of it then took out a scissors.

“Ready?” she grinned.

“Yep”

She chopped that quarter of hair off in one swift movement so it was significantly shorter than the rest of my hair that ran to the middle of my back. The buzz of a razor was then against my head tidying up the short section. I felt like I did fifteen years ago only now I was married with kids so I guess you could say I was a little wiser.

The hairdresser continued to work on my hair, layering it, giving it texture and depth. By the time she blow dried it and finished with me, I looked half decent even if I did say so myself. I just wished they were playing some Sex Pistols instead of Michael Buble in the salon.

Finally I reached the last stop of treatment; make-up. A guy in his mid-twenties stared at my face that was fresh from a facial a few hours ago and nodded.

“So I’m thinking, natural foundation that matches your skin tone, some bronzer, skip the lipstick and just go for some gloss but we’ll really concentrate on your eyes. Sound good?”

“Sure” I shrugged and agreed. I trusted his judgment seeing as the only time I really wore make up these days was to go for dinner.

It took him about half an hour to finish my look. All the lash curling, primers and eyebrow plucking felt a little unnecessary but when he turned me around to the mirror I really felt badass. My eyes were dark and smoky and completely stood out. If I was honest, I wanted to go and lose it at a gig right then.

I thanked the guy then went to change back into my clothes and picked up my bag. The car that dropped me was already waiting outside. On the drive back to the hotel I spotted a mall and asked the driver to pull over. I had no ideal clothes to go with this hair and make-up and what James had said earlier about missing the way I used to dress somehow resonated with me.

In the one shop, I picked up some black skinny jeans, a black tank top and a black lace lingerie set. If all went to plan and James wasn’t too tired after the show, this evening could work out very nicely for both of us. In a shoe store I saw some heavy black boots that had a worn look about them but they were brand new so I grabbed those too.

I got back to the hotel around 8pm and got a text from James to say he was about to go on stage. I lazed around the hotel room for a bit in my relaxed state then changed into the clothes I had bought. When I put on the jeans I got, I began to regret the cheeseburger I ordered from room service earlier on but I managed to get them on and closed the button. I finished the outfit off with one of James’ bullet belts then lay on the bed and waited for James to arrive back.
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Yes Ruth!! :biggrin I'm glad she's back in the buzz cut club.

Great. Now I have to wait for James to get back from the gig. How long is that gonna take?? And there's no way he's gonna be too tired when he sees Ruth. :D
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Can't WAIT until he gets back to the hotel. He's gonna go nuts. Plus 2012 James = :drool
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Sorry for not commenting in ages! I didin't had any internet (I still do) so I have to read all the chapter somewhere with wifi. Let me say that I was a bit shocked about all the years that passed, but I know how hard is to write something omiting some years between that break, you just can't forget them, so you must write them.
I liked to see that Ruth changed her into her punk style again, I love how she looks, I'm pretty sure that James would like it a lot!! Can't await to read his reaction!! :)
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Fight Fire With Fire, ending is near...no seriously, this is the last chapter. So thanks to all who read and commented, you're all awesome! See ya around!  :wavey


When I heard the key card enter the slot in the door and the handle twist, my stomach flipped and I scrambled to get under the sheets so he wouldn’t see me yet.

"Ruth? You awake?" he whispered dropping his bag beside the bed. 

"Yeah...don't turn on the light. I'm trying to sleep"

"Okay. I'm just gonna shower"

While he was in the shower I anticipated his reaction to my new-ish look. I also tried not to overheat since I was fully dressed under a heavy duvet. It felt like he was taking forever in the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, turned off the light and threw his clothes beside the bed. I pulled the covers up to my throat and he slid underneath in the dark.

"How was the show?" I murmured.

"Good. How was the spa place?"

"Pretty good" I faked a yawn.

"Should we talk in the morning since you’re so tired?" I didn't answer him. "Alright, well, good night"

He moved closer to me and his hand found the belt around my waist.

"Uh...are you still dressed?" I didn't answer him again. His hand crept further down my leg until he yanked the sheets off me forcefully then reached over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

"Oh…jesus" he breathed, taking in the sight of me. "Like...wow. I feel like I've time travelled"

"So do I. If you had a little more beard then you'd look like you did when I cut your hair in my garage, like, thirteen years ago"

"Um...You're not really tired are you?" he said hopefully

"No"

"Good. Stand up" he ordered.

I stood up from the bed and James sat up against the headboard with a smile on his face like Christmas had come early as he looked me up and down.

"So? Why all this?"

"What you said this morning got me thinking. I miss those times too. And it seemed like an ideal opportunity to do it so…"

"And I'm so damn glad you did" he tapped his thigh for me to sit on his lap.

I straddled his waist and he pressed my back to push our chests together. His lips urgently met mine and his hands were roaming my back while I tangled my fingers in his hair that was still damp. The kisses became deeper and less frantic, and his tongue explored every inch of my mouth, flicking over my lower lip, teeth nipping into my chin, down my throat and chest, until he was stopped by the material of my tank top.

“I like this” his index finger pulled on the hem of my top exposing my new bra underneath as I rocked my hips in his lap.

I reached down and pulled the top over my head, discarded it aimlessly then put my hands on his chest. His skin was smooth and warm under my palms after his shower. The muscles in chest and abs weren’t exactly defined but were definitely there. I bent my head and trailed kisses from his jaw line down the side of his neck and he pushed one of my hands down towards the growing bulge in his boxers.

“Hmm” he moaned as he moved my palm around on himself. He took his other hand around to back to undo my bra clasp but I stopped him and pushed him on his back instead and he landed with an 'oomph' on a pillow.

I leaned over him and the look on his face was a mix of confused and amused. While he was still on his back I stretched across to his nightstand where his grey bandana that usually hung from his back pocket was. I grabbed it then took each of his wrists and held them together. I tied the bandana around them in a double knot. I was surprised he didn’t fidget or object.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a gravelly voice.

“Well, you said you wanted attitude, right?”

“Yeah but—“

“What? You don’t want this anymore?” I raised a freshly plucked eyebrow.

“No, I do, obviously but I—“

“Well then, shhh” I put a finger on his lips and took a moment to look in his curious eyes again. “You’re cute when you’re helpless”

I moved back and smiled as I took in his body, his muscular arms were tanned and a sprinkling of hair on his chest trickled down the middle of his stomach past the waistband of his boxers. The grey underwear were slung kind of low on his hips revealing his v-line that was more present nowadays. I couldn't help myself and I reached out and ran my thumb over his hip bone. His hips jerked slightly from the ticklish sensation. I lowered my head and pulled the waist band of his boxers down. His hard length rested against his stomach. I took him in my hand and flicked my tongue teasingly over the tip. I wrapped my fingers around the base of him and guided him toward my lips. As I took the tip inside my mouth, I could feel him relax, almost as if he wasn't sure it was going to happen until that very moment.

Slowly, my mouth slid farther and farther down, coming back up, going down a little more each time. I took my time coming up, stroking him with a firm tongue as I did so.

“Ruth…stop or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” I teased but his answer was another deep moan.

I could see the muscles in his lower stomach flexing and rolling like crazy as my hand continued to work him. He moved his bound hands above his head and opened his mouth to expel a short, deep growl. I was loving this. I loved having him completely at my mercy. I was making him lose control. And I wanted to see it. But James had other plans.

“Okay…fuck…stop!” he sat up and grabbed my hand away from him. “Untie me” he grunted. I pulled the knot and the material fell from his wrists and he quickly manoeuvred me so I was lying on my back. He stood up, kicked away his underwear and pulled the laces of each boot undone and threw each across the room. Both landed with a loud thud on the floor. Next he undid his own bullet belt that I wore and laid it gently on the floor. Then came the task of getting my jeans off. His fingers fumbled with the button and I lifted my hips to help him. Once he peeled them down my legs and dumped them on the ground, he studied my figure with an intense and lustful stare.

Instead of ripping my bra and underwear off like I expected him to, he laid next to me on his side. He pulled me so I was in the same position as he was and he reached around to undo my bra clasp. After being successful with his attempt this time, he threw it on the floor and rolled me onto my back and his mouth made for my neck. He took his time leaving small kisses across my throat but his hands remained on the bed…not touching me.

“James?”

“Mmm?”

“Are you…nervous or something?”

“Does it look like I’m nervous?”

“No but—“

“I’m trying to figure out what to do with you…” he spoke against my skin. “Do I tease you like you just teased me?” his hand slipped under the material of my underwear and over wetness. “…or do I just get it over with?”

Finally he left one last kiss just above my belly button and got up off the bed. He curled two fingers underneath the lace band of the panties I had bought earlier and pulled them down my legs in a swift movement and I heard the material rip.

“Hey…they’re new”

“Baby, I don’t give a fuck if they’re antique right now…turn over” he ordered and lay on my stomach.

I felt his hands grip my hips and dragged me so I was leaning over the edge of the bed, supporting myself with my hands on the bed. He ran one hand from my ankle to the top of my thigh as he stroked himself with the other then pushed my shoulders downwards and made a 'satisfied' sound. He ran the head of his penis along then entered me slowly, allowing me to adjust. His first push made my breath catch in the back of my throat. 

With his hands on my hips, he kept his pace tantalisingly slow; almost pulling out completely with every thrust. I could feel him completely and he hit the right spot every time. However, I anticipated his hips to be quick since he'd somewhat lost his dominance minutes earlier but I guess he was playing the teasing game after all... 

"Harder, James" 

He ignored me and stopped moving all together and moved to sit back against the pillows. I crawled up beside him and sat in his lap again. 

"That hair cut makes you look like trouble" he told me and smirked. 

"I like trouble" 

"I know...that's why I love you" 

I settled myself in his lap, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and began to move up and down on him. He held my back with one hand and licked his thumb on the other then rubbed circles on my clit in contrast to my own pace. The feeling made me ram my fingernails into his shoulder blades. I loved this close, intimate, chest-to-chest sex. The heat that was radiating from him and his hot breath that was tickling my ear were playing they're part in bringing me closer to the edge... I didn't even have time to warn him before I shuddered around him. His own release was a violent, sudden jerk; the heat of him spread quickly inside of
me. I could feel every spasm, every contraction as we lay panting, trying to catch our breath. 
 
I rolled to his side to lie down properly and he stayed slumped against the pillows staring into space coming down from his orgasm. His hair that was supposed to be spiked up was flat and stuck to his forehead and temples. 

"Hello? Earth to James?" I laughed. 

"I think that's enough attitude for another ten years" he finally spoke while his fingers stroked the short part of my hair. 

"Aww really? I was thinking more like ten minutes" he raised eyebrows in a mix of disbelief and despair. "Okay, fine. Ten hours...you know what?" 

"What?" 

"I think we should have more kids" 

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. 

"Oh, wow. That look on your face was better than the one when I tied you up!" I laughed. 

"I swear you're trying to give me a heart attack tonight" He shook his head. 

"Yeah, like you didn't want me to get a make over or anything" he shot me a guilty I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about look. "You know, you wake up and start talking about how you missed my hair and my clothes then just happen to have a coupon for a spa with you...you're easier to read than an open book sometimes, James" I sighed contently. "Anyways, I'm going to sleep. Good night" 

I kissed his chest and expected him to lie down as well but he took out his phone instead. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Setting an alarm to be up in ten hours" 

"I wasn't serious" 

"Yeah right. Go to sleep; you'll need your rest" he winked. 

"You're an asshole"

"Well not a lot has changed with me either"

THE END. 
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Totally awesome sex scene!!!!!!

I loved this fic sooooo much (as you know). Thanks for writing it and making Ruth so bad ass. :heart:

I loved the journey they went on together and I'm sad it's over. BUT, you're gonna write something else, like, now, right?! Plus, I can reread this all the time, as I do anyway, because there's so many really memorable, great scenes in it.

You rock! :horns:
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^I'm Agree with her.

I totally love this fic from the start! I love how badass is Ruth! She has such a warrior personality!

this final chapter was soooo hot! I loved this scene! ;)

Hope to read more from you soon, you are an amazing writer!
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