#sof jackson

Jackson groaned as he scribbled his conclusion into his college-rule notebook, finally finishing off the english essay that was long overdue for Ms. Pinto's class. Despite what many thought, the boy was actually a very good student. His grades were completely impeccable - except for lately; he'd been facing too many distractions. Wasn't being a werewolf supposed to make everything easier? Anyway, though, he found himself finishing up his homework at the infamous Grill that night instead of at home, for no reason in particular besides the fact that it just felt too empty. Jackson's parents were away on vacation, so it was just him and the maids for the rest of the week. Sometimes he just felt like he did better in a busier environment. Closing his notebook, the captain prepared his things and started getting ready to depart.

Tessa had been jerked around for far too long. Her head was spinning, as before she had found out that Derek had left. Again. He didn't tell anyone, not a soul, not her, and changed his number. H wasgone and somehow, Tessa was supposed to be okay. She had always pretend for people, covered up emotions, all with wearing a long sweater, foundation on her arms and her face, after the bruises her mother had given her, and painted on a smile. It was easy. But now, more and more kept piling upon her and things were different. Stiles, her rock, the only one who understood her, the only safe place she could land, was suffering inside while a demonic spirit possessed him. Tessa hadn't slept in weeks, her siblings were crying and screaming every night, waking up from nightmares, Lydia was just in the hospital, Micah was threatening her and her siblings, her father wanted nothing to do with her and suddenly, it was hard to breathe. Before she knew it, she made her way to the Grill, making a B line inside, coming in soaked from the rain, head to toe. She only made eye contact with the bartender, Joe, and kicked him off his shift, as he just shrugged. Her boss was on vacation anyway. She pulled out a bottle of tequila, two shot glasses and downed them, easily. Easily.

Jackson had shrugged his bag over his shoulder before he saw none other than Tessa Grayson barge in, rage evident in her step and features. He could hear her heart pounding angrily, loudly. The egotistical part of his conscience told him to just get out of there as fast as he could -- he didn't need the smaller girl making his mood sour on a perfectly good night like tonight. However, the other part of him -- the more foolish, stupid part of him, decided to stay and see what was wrong. With a grimace directed at himself, Jackson walked over to the bar and set his stuff down, sitting opposite of her. "What the hell is the matter with you?" A look of confusion struck his face as he watched her down shots one by one.

Tessa looked up and saw none other than the face of Jackson. She rolled her eyes, going underneath the bar to find more tequila. "Damn it, Mike, I told you we needed to order more tequila, you asshole!" She called out and let out a huff. She looked up at Jackson, annoyed. "The matter with me? Nothing is the matter with me. I'm fine, just fine. Why would you think there's something the matterwith me?" She shot back, firing. There was a reason Alexander Quinn called her rocket. She swallowed hard, looking at his school books on the table. She scoffed, smiling as she went to grab one of his notebooks, turning to the page of his English essay. "Your MLA is wrong, by the way. Fix it. Don't live up to your dumb jock status." She said, as she took another shot, grabbing a few bottles, still dripping everywhere.

Jackson 's body recoiled back a bit, a weirded-out look washing over his handsome features. "Um, okay?" he replied, not really up to arguing with her when it was evident that in no way possible was he was going to get anywhere by doing that. Before he knew it, an evil smirk crossed her lips and his notebook was being grabbed right off the table. Despite how he could easily get it back from her, he just stared and let her say what she was inevitably going to say. He was in too much shock from her actions to even come up with some sort of witty, condescending retort, until he finally snapped out of it and snatched the essay back from her grasp. "You're fucking crazy, Grayson." Jackson snapped, shoving his notebooks in his book bag. "If you're going to act like a nut, at least get me a drink to make up for it."

Tessa scoffed and rolled her eyes. "The precious Whittemore princess wants me to serve him a drink? Funny. Maybe I should spit in it," She smirked, evilly, as she poured him a shot of tequila she found from underneath. Her head was spinning just a tiny bit, seeing as she was so tiny, alcohol hit her pretty fast. She was fine though, holding her own as she looked at Jackson. "Let's make a toast, okay? Two kids, one filthy fucking rich and gets whatever he wants, and the other a poor street rat that has no one to care about her. Cheers," She tapped Jackson's glass before he could even say it and downed it again, putting a strand of hair behind her ears. Her mind kept flashing back to Derek. She looked over to the seat she had seen Derek first, the first time he had smiled at her, the first time she had actually enjoyed her job. "...What's your name?" "You're actually interested?" "Of course I am." "...Tessa." "Derek." Slamming her shot glass down as she saw a pair of drunken old guys rough housing a little bit, one of them falling back accidentally and breaking the chair. Her eyes widened, getting up. "Hey, hey, fuckfaces! What the hell do you think you're doing?! This is a Grill, not a fucking all out party drunken fest where your sloppy asses can just do whatever the fuck you want! Get the hell out, now, before I fucking kick your asses so hard your children need wheelchairs! Get out! Now!" She screamed, making a huge scene, the poor guys looking freaked out as they ran out. Tessa kicked the already broken seat and groaned. "Does anyone have any fucking sense anymore?!"

Jackson rolled his eyes back at Tessa, allowing her to pour him the shot of tequila. He listened to her entire little speech, feeling a bit annoyed that she kept calling him things like 'princess' and 'rich boy'. Not that he exactly minded being thought of as the boy who had everything - despite it not really being true, he didn't mind. However, the way she said it was so condescending that it pissed him off -- which was really hypocritical considering the shit he spewed out of his mouth on a daily basis. After he downed his drink, Jackson was about to give her a taste of her own medicine, but then she erupted into a long screaming match at two drunken old guys. He flinched at the severity of her voice, finally having enough as they ran out. Gathering his stuff, Jackson shrugged his bag over his shoulder and reached over the bar to grab her wrist. "Listen," he said quietly, trying to reason with her in the nicest way possible. Or at least, nice for him. "You're acting like a lunatic in public. You want to get drunk and fuck shit up? Don't do it here." Jackson looked around at the empty bar, sighing. "My parents have a cabinet full of liquor. Come over and you can get all your weird, creepy rage out there. Alright?"

Tessa listened to Jackson, his speech actually nice. She nodded. "Fine." She looked back at the people staring at her, and gave them the finger. "Fuck off, assholes! Fuck. Off!" She exlcaimed. With people staring at her, she left with Jackson, out in the rain, to his beautiful posche. She felt tears brim at her eyes. The day she had met Derek, it was raining. "I didn't bring an umbrella with me and I have to walk, so, I should brace myself..." "No, it's fine. Come into my car, it's nice and warm. I can't let you just walk home in the rain." "You sure?" "Sure. And then maybe you can repay me with that world famous spaghetti you were talking about before." She got into his posche, arms crossed, not saying a single word. She just stared at the dashboard, aimlessly, until they got to his house. Opening the car door herself, she stumbled a bit, walking up his huge driveway. "What, do you have a fucking mort too?" She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She couldn't help but be jealous. Jackson hadeverything. Tessa had nothing. She was jealous of Lydia, of John, of Jackson, of Derek, of everyone around her that lived on the nice part of town, while she barely had money to survive, would eat nothing for days because all of the food she had would go to her siblings, only to be berated by her own mother for not working hard enough. As they entered the mansion, really, Tessa saw a few maids and was floored. She wasn't shocked, just fascinated, jealousy rippling in her veins. She took off her wet shoes, feeling like she should and turned to Jackson, biting down on her lip, some of the maids giving her a strange look. "...I don't think your maids have ever seen trash before." She darkly kidded, calling herself trash. It was only normal. She was called it her whole life. Why not just embrace it?

Jackson sped down the back streets of Beacon Hills at high speed, the rain hitting the windshield and gliding off effortlessly from the wipers. He looked over at Tessa every few moments, pain relevant on her features. A part of him wanted to ask her what was wrong, but he knew better. All she would do is get pissed off, insult him, and probably jump out the car window considering her drunken state. So instead, he stayed quiet and just concentrated on getting home. Finally, they pulled in the driveway of the Whittemore household, the both of them departing the vehicle. "We're not a moat kind of family." he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and locking the door behind them as they walked the long driveway to the front door. Jackson was completely oblivious to the fact that Tessa was seething with jealousy, his thoughts too consumed with himself to consider the sensitivity that was her home life compared to his. "Lupita, can you take my bag up to my room, please? And clean off our shoes - the patten leather in mine is getting wrinkly." Giving his maid orders, he didn't even look her in the eye, instead just dropping his coat in her arms and allowing Tessa to do the same. As soon as they all were out of earshot, Jackson wrinkled his nose, turning to the smaller girl. "Are you kidding? They all lived in crummy apartments before my mom hired them. They were looking at you weird because they don't know you. And they're foreign." he rolled his eyes, walking through the foyer and down the long flight of stairs that led to the basement/entertainment room -- assuming he girl was following behind. "Pick your poison." Jackson said over his shoulder, going over to the immaculate bar that was set up in the corner of the room.

Tessa kept looking around the house, in complete awe. This entire place was a castle compared to her old house. The foyer was basically the size of her house, to put it lightly. She felt out of place, as the maid went to take her shoes. "No, no, it's fine," She said to the spanish maid and smiled, warmly. "Usted realmente no tiene que hacerlo, señorita. Gracias, sin embargo." She smiled and she smiled back, wide, as she went off with Jackson's stuff. Tessa turned to him and rolled her eyes. "You're such a spoiled little brat," She said, shaking her head, heading over to the bar in the corner and stifling her gasp. There was so much alcohol, so much there, it was almost overwhelming. The entire entertainment room---having a room for entertainment at all, was astounding to her. She kept gazing about, and chose the highly expensive bourbon by the bar, also grabbing a few other drinks and smiling back at Jackson. "You're gonna regret this. Feeding strays isn't a good idea, Whittemore," She teased. sitting down on one of his couches, that just had to be real leather. She crossed her legs, putting her wet hair behind her ear and pouring herself a large cup of bourbon, looking up at Jackson, swallowing hard. "Derek left. Changed his number. And left. Again. So you were right, you know, about what you said to me before," She said, taking a swig of her drink, before smirking over at him. "No guy would ever stay for trash like me." She downed the rest of it, fighting back tears.

Jackson huffed turning to her once more with his ams crossed. "If you don't stop calling me a spoiled brat, I'm going to lock up the liquor cabinet." he threatened, going over to sit beside her on the leather couch as soon as she got the expensive drinks. At her teasing, he couldn't help but smirk along with her and pour himself his own bourbon. "I'm not feeding a stray. I'm giving her alcohol." The boy gave her an unusually friendly look, downing the content in his glass with a sigh of relief. What he didn't expect next, was for Tessa to actually tell him what was going on. Her words sunk in, guilt settling in his stomach. It was quiet for a moment -- he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. So, in that silence, he poured himself another drink and downed it. "You know that...I didn't really mean that, right?" The alcohol was running through his veins now. He began to feel a bit wobbly in his seat. "I say a lot of shit that I don't really mean."

Tessa looked to Jackson and shrugged. "Wouldn't matter if you did or didn't. It's the truth." She said, taking another sip, feeling the alcohol settle in her veins. "You've said a lot of shit about me that was true. Your friends, too. I knew it was true, too..." She felt a few tears escape from her brown eyes, wiping them away as she took another sip. "My dad lives in Malibu, in this mansion that is just...insane. Might be better than this...He married a socialite and...had two twin little girls with her. I went over for the first time in years, since I was ten, when he left my mom and I, at our shit hole. Two bedrooms, a dining room/kitchen and that was all..." She went on to say. "And he...wanted nothing to do with me. Told me I would embarrass him, his new life and everything. Those little girls had everything..." She began to get choked up again, looking Jackson in the eye now, saying something she hadn't told anyone before. "You kn-know something that is sad? I...always p-preferred to get beaten by my mother...B-Because at least when she was be-beating me, she kn-knew I existed...I mean, she hated that I existed, but st-still...But my father?" She sniffled, shaking her head. "He d-didn't do a thing to stop it. He ignored me...like I didn't exist at all." She told him, softly, her voice breaking. "You're re-really lucky, Jackson. You d-don't know what it's like...to be berated everyday at home, beaten and bullied, and st-still have to be so strong all the time for two little kids...and then go to s-school and have everyone hate you."

Jackson listened intently as she began to pour her heart out to him. He hadn't realized -- he hadn't ever imagined, that what she was describing was her life. Jackson quietly sipped his now seemingly auto-refilling drink as she spoke, tears beginning to come out her eyes. It was pathetic. Her life, it was pathetic, and he didn't know that his endless torture was only adding to it. His throat clenched up slightly but he didn't say anything. What could he say? Jackson had everything that Tessa didn't -- physically at least. A big house, loving parents (whether they were his real parents or not), nice clothes, nice everything. However, he could never grasp this fact due to the emptiness he always felt inside. After Tessa had stopped talking, only the silent whimpers coming from her lips were heard, the rest of the Whittemore household going quiet. Putting down yet another empty glass, he peered over at her before moving in and wrapping his strong arms around her body and holding her close on the couch. It was just like the woods a few months ago, except, this wasn't out of pity. Jackson really wanted to comfort her. Though, he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol talking.

Tessa felt Jackson's warm, strong arms wrap around her and like magic, she fall back into his chest, sniffling. This was becoming a pattern, Jackson "saving" her, but she didn't mind. Didn't mind at all. Tessa looked up at Jackson and she softly smiled, a few stray tears on her face. "...Your eyes have a little bit of green in them...I never noticed." She said, absent mindedly, softly. She looked down and took another sip, finishing the rest of the bottle, feeling dizzy. She looked back up at Jackson. "My sister was right...You do have pretty eyes, actually."

Jackson raised an eyebrow at her compliment, smiling lazily once it registered in his brain. "Well...thanks." he said softly, looking down at the girl who was enveloped in his arms. Gazing down at her face, he noticed a bit of wet hair that was stuck to her cheek. Absentmindedly, he moved it out of the way and behind her ear, but not before his thumb lightly grazed her lower lip. "You have really nice lips. And skin." the boy replied, his fingers stroking her dark tresses.

Tessa smiled at Jackson and shook her head, her cheeks turning a light crimson. "N-No, I don't...Believe me, I don't..." She said, and felt him move away the wet hair. "I thought...I disgusted you," She said, softly. "And your friends...I thought I disgusted all of you," She whispered, closer to him, the alcohol making her head swim as she looked down, shy. "You don't want to get mixed up with me, Jackson." She said, starting to get up. "You should be with someone like Lydia...Rich and pretty...Something worthy. You should only kiss princesses, you know? Not Cinder-fucking-rella."

Jackson shook his head, not quite understanding why she was getting so self-conscious all of a sudden. "Past tense." The alcohol was messing with his head and he knew it, yet he couldn't help himself from getting attracted to the girl next to him. "Lydia doesn't want me, Tessa. And - god. Would you just shut up and stop being overdramatic?" he rolled his eyes, pulling her back down to the couch and towards him and pressing his lips to hers.

Tessa felt herself being pulled back down on the couch by Jackson, shocked by the kiss, it was gentle and sweet, passionate and it made her head spin. Tessa leaned into the kiss, adding the passion as well, as she pulled away for a moment, resting her forehead against Jackson's. "...Wow." Was all she could say. "You want to try that again?" She went back to him, his warmth feeling so special to her as she kissed back, moving Jackson's head to the small of her back, to where her long brunette hair reached. She let him tower over her and smiled, taking off his shirt. "Keep going, Whittemore," She smirked, giggling softly, a little out of breath.

Jackson smirked, knowing he was good and feeling prideful that he could get Tessa, one of the most stubborn people he knew, to admit she liked the kiss. "Yeah," he breathed, moving his lips against hers once more. Before he knew it, his own shirt was off with his chest now fully exposed. The kiss seemed to deepen further and further as the moments went by, and soon enough Jackson was lightly laying Tessa back on the couch as he skillfully hovered over her small body. His fingers caressed her torso, moving to the hem of her own shirt and pulling it over her head so that were both somewhat exposed. Jackson's lips moved down along her jaw and down to the crook of her neck, his hands underneath her back as he attempted to unhook her bra.

Tessa as slightly out of breath, as he hovered over her, deepening the kiss. She felt Jackson lay her down, caressing her torso, making the hem of her shirt up over her head as he went to go and unhook her bra. She was enjoying it, but then all of a sudden, a flashback to the bonfire flashes through her mind. "Get at her, Jackson, she's a free target!" Their hands grabbing her, everywhere, kissing her roughly, tearing her shirt off... She stopped kissing, and sat up. "S-Stop...Stop..." She said, her face in her hands, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...It's just.." It was such a horribly humiliating thing for her to say out loud. She had been degraded in front of Jackson, in front of the entire lacrosse team, exposed. She looked down, shaking her head. "I'm sorry...It's just s-since...the bo-bonfire..." She looked up at Jackson, her eyes glassy, her face and words so soft, barely above a whisper, one stray tear streaming down her cheek. "...I'm n-not as strong as I appear sometimes..."

Jackson moved back, dazed when she suddenly stopped kissing him and sat up. She wasn't actually going to blue-ball him, was she? Not that he'd protest - it would make him look like a dick if he did. He narrowed his eyebrows as she began explaining herself, his face falling softly. Reaching out, he wiped the stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. "I'm not going to hurt you." Jackson said, his hands moving behind her back and lightly pulling her closer. "You trust me?"

Tessa nodded, settling into him again. Her mind was foggy, hazy, and the logical part of Tessa had gone to sleep hours ago. She smiled, taking her shirt off, and tossing it to the ground, only in her bra now as she giggled, softly. "I trust you." She kissed him passionately, flipping them over for a moment, she was on top as her lips traced his perfectly perfect jaw line, down to his chest. Tessa fiddled with the belt around his pants, taking it off, kissing his trail line as she threw the pants aside. Each kiss, she made sure, was sweet and perfect as she looked up at Jackson, smirking. "Who's the bad wolf now?"

Jackson smiled wickedly as she flipped the two of them over, taking control of the situation. Usually, he was the one who preferred being the dominant one. However, the kisses she was trailing down his body felt too good to stop. Soon enough, his pants were off and thrown on the floor, leaving him almost fully exposed. "Let's hope your bark isn't bigger than your bite." he quipped, propping himself up on his elbows to look at her with a smirk playing on his lips.

Tessa rolled her eyes, playfully, and continued to kiss him, still in her pink lace bra and underwear. She kissed all the way down, softly, gently, and the back up again, kissing his jawline, sweetly, sexy. "Shut up." She giggled, her hair falling into her face, kissing and nibbling on his ear. "Maybe you can dominate me. If you can handle it." She giggled again, kissing him right on the lips this time, smiling into it.

Jackson took her words as a challenge, the very thing that he knew he could accomplish. "If you say so." he said playfully, yet with determination. He didn't think twice before flipping them over so that he was on top, his lips attacking the crook of her neck to make his mark. His nimble fingers moved along her lace bra, moving underneath it to unclip as quickly as possible. Dominance was a game he could play, with ease, and a game he quite enjoyed playing over all. After the undergarment was off and thrown to the side, he kissed around her torso once again, concentrating on the suppleness of her breasts as he worked on getting her underwear off. Months, he'd been back in Beacon Hills. Months, he'd gone through this dry spell. But now, it seemed like that was about to end.

Tessa gasped, playfully, as he flipped them over with such ease, it was like she weighed nothing at all. He kissed her neck, softly, nibbling at it, and she gasped, softly, her lips moving together, letting out a sweet moan from her moth. He took off her bra, and began to kiss her torso, her breasts, gently and could feel him go to take her underwear off. She smirked, though letting out another sweet moan, allowing him to take them off. She kissed him back, her fingers going through his hair, her skin softer than ever, but turned a slight bit, her cheeks flushed with red. Her hair fell back on the couch as she breathed, allowing his alcohol kisses to warm her up, warm up her small little body. "..Jackson..." She whispered, getting his attention. "...I've n-never done this before..." She whispered, anxiously. "...Is that a problem?"

Jackson looked up after a few moments, his name escaping from her lips just registering in his mind. His hair was a mess, his eyes blurry and his mouth contaminated with the taste of alcohol. Scrunching his nose in confusion, he shook his head slowly. "No...no problem." he breathed, beginning to remove his underwear. Reaching over to his jeans, he dug in the pockets and grabbed a condom, slipping it on. "Just...tell me if you want to stop. Or else I'm not gonna know." Jackson crawled over her completely once again one hand holding her side while the other propped up against the leather couch to give himself leverage. Slowly but surely, he then entered her, thrusting at a light pace so that he didn't hurt her. With a moan, his lips found hers once again, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Tessa let out a small gasp, Jackson thrusting into her and she felt everything within her pulsing. She gasped and felt the sensation around her, the beauty, the tightness, the tenseness, it was all so captivating. Tessa rolled her head back, as Jackson thrusted lightly into her, but she wanted more. She looked up at Jackson, smirking. "Ha-Harder...Faster. Please." She whispered, kissing his lips, biting down gently, nibbling, kissing his neck, breathing heavily as they picked up the pace. She smiled into their kiss, feeling her knees go weak, as she moaned out in pleasure. "S-Say my name..." She whispered into his ear, nibbling on it, knowing it was every guy's weak spot.

Jackson smirked at her eagerness, pleased with the outcome so far in their endeavor. "My pleasure." he whispered, allowing her to do what she pleased to his lips, his neck, his skin. Immediately, he picked up the pace and began thrusting into her much harder, much faster. The leather couch began to shake, and Jackson was pretty sure the maids could hear that from all the way upstairs. He didn't care, though. In fact, he didn't care about anything in this drunken state, which was probably why he was in this position n the first place. "Tessa." Jackson breathed, right into her ear. "Tessa. Come on, cum for me, Tessa. Do it." The boy's moaning was growing louder as he felt himself getting close, his breathing becoming harsher and more shallow.

Tessa moaned out, gasping as she was almost there, feeling herself clench underneath him, closing her eyes for a moment, another sweet moan coming out of her lips. His thrusts were harder, faster, and all she could do was feel her body almost go numb with emotion, the sensation of Jackson into her making her head spin. When he breathed into her ear, saying her name, it was all over. She moaned out, gripping the back of Jackson's neck as she kissed his ear, her kisses trailing down to him, until she came, her body twitching from sheer enjoyment, her breath heavy as she cried out, except it wasn't in pain. "Mmm, yes....Yes, ri-right there, Jackson...Mmm, y-yes, come going, please," She whispered. "Please, I want you all over me..." She kept whispering, wanting more and more of him.

Jackson could feel the girl convulsing around him, her body twitching and wriggling in response to him -- which only fueled him further. He kept going, obliging by her wishes as he still wasn't quite there yet. The sound of her pressing him on to keep going was making him go crazy, the blood in his veins pumping at a entirely new, fast speed. "Ah - fuck. Fuck...fuck..." Jackson moaned, letting out a deep breath he hadn't known he was holding, and cumming. He stopped thrusting, letting the sheer pleasure wash over him in a matter of seconds and just resting on top of her momentarily. "Fuck." he repeated once again, sweat matting his forehead. Oh yeah, it had been way too long.

Tessa was out of breath as they both were, Jackson resting next to her. She took his hand, lacing them together, letting herself be held by him and his strong embrace. She leaned her forehead against his, shivering against his warmth. "That was..." There were no words her drunken mind could find. She kissed him again, softly, feeling his soft lips against his, her forehead leaned against his. "...You're so sweet when you want to be..." She whispered, pulling away for a moment, letting his strong, protective arms wrap around her as her brown, sparkling eyes looked into his. "So very sweet..." She said, kissing his arm, slightly.

Jackson flipped himself over so that he was laying next to her, letting their fingers intertwine as his arms wrapped around her like she was some sort of teddy bear. She was so small, so comfortable to hold. "Mhm..." he mumbled simply, his eyes shutting lazily. That's what Lydia used to say, he thought, sending a small pit in his stomach before his drunken mind blocked that out. "You are too. 'Nd good at kissing and stuff."

Tessa feeling his warmth, although she was cold, made her reach for the fuzzy blanket upon the couch and laid it over them. Tessa rolled over, so she was looking right into Jackson's beautiful sea blue eyes, feeling him stroke her head. "Am I?" She giggled, looking down, blushing. "...I was so wrong about you..." She softly said, kissing him once more, and then kissing his finger, smiling, cuddling herself into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I was so so wrong..." She whispered. "Jackson?" She whispered once more, into his chest. "...Do you still think I'm trash?"

Jackson played with Tessa's brown tresses as she nestled into him, kissing her back and smiling when she pressed her lips to his finger. "Yeah. Yeah, you are." he said honestly, drunk or not drunk. The girl had some fire in her that wasn't about to be tamed any time soon, and it really worked in this situation, especially. "Hmm?" he mumbled, looking down into her eyes as she cuddled against his chest. At her question, he shook his head, his hand lazily rubbing her arm. "No. I don't think you're trash."

Tessa smiled up at him, melting at his words. "...And I don't think you're a spoiled brat." She kissed him again, not wanting to let go, his warmth so comforting to her, his strong arms so comforting. How they wrapped around her like she was nothing, nothing at all, and kept on kissing him. "I think you're sweeter." She joked, giggling lightly against him. "And sexier..." She cuddled into him, putting her feet on his, warming her again. "I want you to just...hold me all night, okay? You're so warm...and I'm always so cold, so please...Just hold me all night." Tessa almost begged, looking up at him, her brown eyes sparkling.