Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

The Sky's the Limit	By : Spleef Category: +G through L > Jackie Chan's Adventures Views: 14395 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Jackie Chan s Adventures, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Silence
- 2-Apologies
- 3-Spat
- 4-Dance
- 5-Bite
- 6-Claim
- 7-Honesty
- 8-Taste
- 9-Offering
- 10-Revelations
- 11-Almost
- 4
- 5
- 6
The Sky's the Limit
Chapter V – Bite
o0o0o0o
Jade shook her head as she looked down at the box Jackie had happily placed on her bed with a bit of good-natured teasing, finding it cute that she apparently had some sort of suitor or secret admirer. She had more than an inkling who it was from, but just to be sure... she opened the box and looked at the small white envelope bearing her name. It had her name on the front in an expertly-painted Chinese character. The hand that had done it was skillful, and she pondered the fact that she had never seen him write anything in the little time she had known him. Hmm.
She opened it and removed the card, opening it to see more Chinese writing. The letters were careful but the strokes were obviously masculine, and were a bit more stylized than she was used to. It looked more like old-style writing than the quickly-written Chinese most people were familiar with today that was done in pen rather than a brush.
Jade, I miss you with all my heart.
The box contained half a dozen roses of various colors, from a snow-white blossom to one of the deepest red. After looking at the flowers for several long moments, she set them down on her nightstand. She had been on edge for the last two days, ever since the night she had received that kiss...
Oh, the memory still sent a flush of pleasure through her body. Whenever she wondered what another one would feel like, she scolded herself. But she kept thinking about it, and she was relieved he had left her alone. She was by no means an expert mage like Uncle or Tohru, but she knew several spells, and had researched a few protection ones. Many spells that humans used were for protection against their own kind, such as warding off thieves, but she had managed to find a couple that were powerful enough to help her defend against magic or superhuman forces.
She climbed off her bed and went to the window, staring out at the skyline and lights of San Francisco. She knew what the Sky Demon wanted from her. He had made his intentions clear more than once. But what did she want from him? He could be downright fun and pleasant, and at these times, she genuinely enjoyed his company. But he was a Demon, and had made that clear as well. What was worth more to her, the good times or the danger?
She gasped softly when she saw a pair of red lights on one of the rooftops across the street. At first she had simply thought it to be lamps, but as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see a faint silhouette of folded-up wings. As she calmed down, she stared right back, propping her chin on her hand. Did Hsi Wu do this every night? Or was he just here to see how she reacted to his flowers?
Jade pulled the blinds closed, determined to give him no satisfaction in his voyeurism. Thank goodness she hadn't changed into her pajamas yet! She quickly did so before settling onto her bed with a book and her cellphone. Idly, she checked her messages on it before setting it aside.
She lifted her head when she heard the quick flap of wings before a sudden hiss penetrated the silence. Aha. So the spell she cast had worked. It was the same one Uncle used years ago to keep him – and any other unwelcome visitors – out.
After a moment of internal debate, she opened the blinds and saw him clinging to the wall just outside the window, staring at her with anxious impatience as the blinds lifted up.
“Please invite me in.” he asked. She stared at him through the screen for a few seconds with her arms crossed, and his expression became pleading. Her flute was under her pillow, and she pondered that fact before she nodded.
“Come in.” She lifted the screen, and he scampered through it much like a lizard would.
“Comfy place you got for yourself.” he commented as he rose to his feet. The attic room was spacious, and she had put up a few posters and other personal trinkets to ease the austerity of the walls. She was not neat like Jackie or Tohru, so there were a few things here and there laying about, giving the room a lived-in appearance.
“Thanks for the flowers.”
“I wanted to get you your favorite flowers, but then I realized that I didn't know what they were. So I did the best I could.” His honesty touched her heart, and she was glad he didn't know, because otherwise she'd be creeped out and wonder just how closely he was stalking her.
She nodded slowly in acknowledgment as he slowly walked around the room without touching anything. She stood where she was, paying attention to him, ever ready to push him back if he got too close. He glanced at the stack of books on her desk, the books her parents had given her to study. She had barely touched them, giving each one a cursory skimming before pushing them aside in one stack that had been untouched for a couple of weeks now. Finally, he stopped in front of her, several feet away as he regarded her.
“What?”
“You're beautiful. I like looking at you.”
Jade was surprised at how quickly her body reacted to that. It actually felt as if her heart skipped beat, and she could feel warmth rise in her cheeks. The memory of hiss kiss illuminated itself at that moment, reminding her of the passion he was able to elicit from her from a mere contact of the lips. No! She couldn't let him overwhelm her!
“So, what are you doing here?” she asked, changing the subject.
“What do you think I'm doing here? I certainly didn't drop by to reminisce with your uncles...”
Jade let out a quiet sigh. “You shouldn't be here.”
“You invited me in.”
“Hmph.” Such a simple statement, but it was true. She should have just ignored him, or told her uncles.
“Maybe we could go out. Like we did before.” he stated casually as he leaned against the wall.
“No.” She saw him frown slightly, but he did not move towards her.
“You sure?”
“I'm not in the mood to go out. With anyone.” she clarified. Simone had wanted to go out tonight, but she was in the mood to stay home. She just wanted to read, maybe watch some late-night TV or a DVD. “I have to work tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, then.” He offered no resistance to this excuse, and instead sat next to the desk in her chair.
“...Okay? You're just going to sit there all night or what?”
“Why not.” His tone was deadpan, his words a statement, not a question.
“I find it hard to read when someone's staring at me.”
“Fine. I'll read a book, then.” He took the top book from the stack on her desk, and she raised her eyebrow. But he opened the book and fixed his eyes upon it.
… Okay. She was not sure how long she could stand having a demon in her bedroom, but she decided to turn her back to him and start reading the novel she had bought a few days ago. Nestling against her pillow, she started reading, making it through a couple of chapters before she heard soft breathing. Slowly, she turned her head to see him looking down at her with a expression on his face that she could almost describe as serene. Before she could say anything, he lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips – a kiss that was just as tender as the first one had been searing. After a fleeting moment, he pulled back.
He was in Demon form, but his lips didn't taste any different. She did not move for a moment that seemed like an eternity to both of them, feeling each and every beat of her heart against her chest. Slowly, he leaned in for another kiss, and this time she reciprocated, gently sliding an hand up his shoulder. He let out the faintest purr as he kissed her, nuzzling her lightly as he did so. Gradually, he deepened the kiss as his clawed hand draped itself across the right side of her body as he drew closer.
With a soft gasp, she gently pushed him away, He offered no resistance, giddy at the fact that she had reciprocated his attentions! As delighted as he was, he was still clever enough to keep his presence of mind and not press any further than she allowed him to. He remained at the distance she pushed him to, not closing back in when she drew away her hand – as tempted as he was to.
“What do you think you're doing?”
“What did you think you were doing?” he countered playfully.
“This can't be happening!” She jerked off the bed, trying to not think of how she had touched him, how his hand felt caressing her side...
“What can't be happening?” he challenged as he rose from the bed, slinking towards her with slow, measured steps.
“I need you to leave. Now.”
“So soon, when you were enjoying what we were doing?”
“I shouldn't have done that. It was a mistake. Get out.”
“The kiss you gave me was a mistake?” The Demon was incredulous, and it showed in his expression and tilt of his pointed ears. “Don't lie to me!”
“Bite me, batboy!”
...What? “As you wish!” His Demonic temper surging, he growled before lunging forward. Grabbing her by the shoulders before she could reach for her pillow, his lips descended onto hers again, this time biting the lower lip and drawing blood. As she struggled against him, he licked the blood before lifting his head and pressing her against the wall.
“Is this what you want, Jade?” he asked with a sneer as he moved his head down and licked her throat almost brutally. The taste of her blood had unleashed the primal instinct that lurked within every demon, and before she could reply, he bit her throat, pressing his tongue against the wound and lapping greedily at the blood that surged up.
Fuck. It'd been so long since he tasted raw meat, much less blood. By nature, demons weren't really blood-drinkers like so many people thought, but when spurred to by great passion or rage, they could enjoy the taste of the essence of life. He had only tasted blood a few times in his life... but this was the first time he had actually been invigorated by the taste and feel of it. It pulsated with more than just life... it was power.
As she struggled, he continued to taste her blood, savoring the sweet fount, pressing his body against the sweet young form trapped in his embrace.
“No...” she whimpered. She envisioned her uncles or Tohru finding her drained corpse in the morning and wondering who would have come in here and do such a dreadful thing like that... Please don't let me die. Not like this. Why did I let him in? I'm so stupid!
“I have dreamed of you every hour of every day, Jade and if I want you, then I will have you.” he snarled, pressing himself against her, illustrating his desire with a swift thrust of his hips..She shook her head, unable to speak as he grinned at her almost sadistically, lifting one hand, his claws glinting in the moonlight as if he would slash her with them.
She is yours… his inner demon whispered as he studied the trembling form, high off the taste and scent of her flesh and blood.
“You told me to bite you... so why don't we make things even...” He brought his hand to his throat, slashing it and leaning over her, supporting the back of her neck with his other hand. She tried to pull away, but as weak as she was from the blood loss, she could not turn her face away, and he pried her mouth open with his bloodied hand. She had never tasted blood before except her own, and his was similar in some ways, with a similar metallic taste as human blood, but decidedly darker and richer. Defiance bubbled up inside of her and just as he said, she bit down. He gave out a sudden growl of surprise and delight as he held her close, forcing her to drink his blood, her bite only causing more to come forth.
His wound finally closed as her wounds started to, the magical properties of his demon blood having already kicked in, and his grip on her loosened.
She backed away from him, reeling in shock, and fell over onto the floor on her rear end, looking up at him, her face, throat, and shirt smeared with his blood and her own.
They regarded one another in stunned silence, and Jade touched her throat, gasping softly as she felt the flesh knitting itself back together under her fingertips. His own wound was gone, the only evidence left being the blood that remained on his skin.
When she dashed into the small bathroom she shared with Tohru, he made no move to stop her. She locked the door and tore off her shirt, cleaning herself with a towel. There wasn't even a scar on her throat! She lifted her chin, studying the area for several moments, wondering if it had all really happened. She could still taste him on her tongue, and there was blood on her lips...
Oh my gosh, what am I going to do now? What would the blood do to her? Would it poison her or turn her evil? Uncle should know how to exorcise demon blood, right?
As he heard her move about in the bathroom. Hsi Wu sat down on her bed, looking down at his bloody hand and licking his lips, cleaning off the last traces of her blood. He hadn't been planning to do this to her soon, but her caustic comment... damnit, but he did lost his temper. Demons were notorious for that, and demonic strength coupled with a temper was the usual way for a demon to get their way...
Now the bond was formed. It was not the strong kind formed between mates, but it was often done as a prelude to a mating, a way for mates to prepare themselves for one another. He had wanted her to agree to it one day, but here they were, and without her consent. She was bound to him. Sooner than he had intended, but there was no going back. His groin ached with arousal, and he stifled it. He had done enough for tonight. Shit. She was sure to tell her uncles, or go screaming for help. He should just fly out of there... but he did that every time they fought. Not this time.
He stood near the window, ready to bolt if need be. The door opened with a quiet creak, and he looked up at her. Her shirt was in one hand, the other holding a towel around her middle for modesty.
“I'm sorry.” His voice was the most regretful and contrite that she had ever heard from him – or anyone else, in fact. She touched her throat, lightly stroking the smooth skin.
“I can't do anything right! Every time I get close to you, I get excited, and then my demonic urges...” He let out a low, frustrated growl. “Why can't I stop hurting you?”
“What is your blood going to do to me?” she asked, point-blank. “Is it going to transform me?”
“No.” he shook his head slowly. “It enhances your magic... it offers you some protection...” He did not mention the bond. “It won't turn you evil or anything. And as you can see... it offers healing. I told you before, I have no desire whatsoever to harm you.”
“Hm.” She turned to the chest, pulling out a clean shirt. He turned away, giving her privacy as she pulled it on and set aside the towel.
“I won't do it again.”
“Really?” Her tone was disbelieving.
“I promise. I won't bite unless you let me.”
“Let you?”
“Um... I know this might sound weird to you, but biting is actually a popular way for demons to show their affection and passion for one another.”
“By drinking blood?”
“Actually no...” He let out a sigh, “Drinking blood is pretty rare. Demons aren't vampires. Usually it's just a bite, and that's it.”
Jade closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before looking at him again. “If I tell you to leave, will you?”
“Yes.” He turned toward the window.
“Wait.” Maybe it was the demon blood in her, but Jade didn't want him to leave yet. He slowly turned back to her, and she was touched by the hopeful expression on his face.
“I missed you.” she admitted.
“No more than I missed you.” he replied with a faint smile, though he maintained his distance..
“After you were gone... the first time, I mean, I thought about you.” she admitted shyly, looking down, “I even dreamed about you. And it hurt because I thought I'd never see you again.”
He approached her with measured footsteps, but she did not move away or gesture for him to stop.
“I felt the same. I contemplated an eternity of never seeing you again... and didn't want to live like that. I actually wanted to destroy myself.”
Jade considered the implications of that. When a human committed a crime and got a life sentence, it devastated them. Yet next to a demon's lifespan, living and dying in a prison was ephemeral in comparison.
“Yet here you are.” she replied evenly.
“Here I am.” he intoned. He remained where he was, looking almost shy. She sat down in her chair, touching her throat again as she thought about what she should do with him.
“Let me make it up to you, please. Tell me what to do. I'll leave if that's what you want.” he whispered. She stared at him as she stroked her chin.
“Whatever I want?” she asked. He mutely nodded.
“What if I asked you to hold me? And nothing more? Could I trust you to do that?”
He felt almost faint at the prospect of actually holding her. No sex, fine, he could live with that, at least for the night. His response was a quick nod, but he remained in the same spot, as if waiting for her invitation. She beckoned to him, and he approached her. Going to the back of the chair, he embraced her from behind, lightly resting his chin on her shoulder.
Jade sat there in the silence, basking in the comfort she drew from the hug. He wasn't saying or doing anything, nor did his hands wander to any delicate spots. Within a couple of minutes, he was purring quietly, and she actually found that comforting in its own way. She closed her eyes and let him continue holding her, basking in his purring, feeling it gently vibrate through her body. When she opened her eyes again and looked at the clock, she was surprised to note that it was already past midnight. Carefully, she pried herself out of his embrace, and he did not resist.
“It's late, and I have to work in the morning.” She picked up the book from the bed and set it on the nightstand. He was tempted to ask to spend the night, but after what he had done...
“Should I tuck you in, then?” he asked. She glanced at him with mild surprise before nodding. He waited as she climbed into the bed before moving forward and tucking the blanket under her chin before patting her head. She let out a quiet giggle at that, and he grinned at her.
“Good night. Sleep tight.” he murmured as he turned off the lamp.
“You too.” She watched as he climbed out of the window, disappearing into the night.
o0o0o0o
The alarm went off with loud, insistent beeps, and Jade groaned softly as she rolled over and hit the snooze button. It wasn't until she had used the snooze button two more times that she finally climbed out of bed. She wasn't much of a morning person, but unlike with school, she was more willing to wake up early for a job.
As she wandered to the bathroom for her morning ablutions, she started to remember what happened last night. Did he really bite her? With no marks left on her throat, how did she know for sure? However, when she found the bloodied shirt and towel in her room, she was forced to admit that it had indeed happened. To her dismay, there were also drops of blood on the floor around where he had bitten her. She hoped she could erase all traces of the stain since it was now dried up, but she could easily get rid of the shirt and towel.
Jade studied herself in the mirror, but there were no changes she could see. And she felt fine. She remembered how she had felt changed during her transformation to Queen of the Shadowkhan. All right. She still had her flute, and since he left the building, he could not get in it again without another invitation. She definitely wouldn't be letting him hang around for a while...
Again, the obvious solution was to tell her uncles. Things had been quiet for a few years now, actually. After Shendu and Drago were pulled into the Void, the powers of the twelve talismans going with them, things had settled down. There had been a couple more adventures, but afterward, everybody had basically returned to a normal life. It'd been a while since she saw Captain Black. The future had revealed to her the possible career choice of working for Section 13, but Jade was still iffy about that. Decisions, decisions.
At least she was happy with her current job. Uncle Jackie had told her to not rush into anything, so she was happy to have a job which offered her some stability and income at this uncertain point in her life.
Her thoughts remained on the Sky Demon as she went about her job, and she was flustered and frustrated at this mental distraction. Would he try visiting her again? She carried the flute with her everywhere now, and felt more confident with the instrument in her purse.
At the end of her shift, she started on her way home, planning to help Uncle categorize and examine some old vases he had just bought. Jackie's was inspecting a private collection a wealthy donor wanted to loan to the museum, so she would be going on by herself. As she exited the building, she nearly did a double-take when she saw 'Seymour' leaning against a tree, wearing a pair of sunglasses and glancing off casually. She stood where she was for a moment, wondering if she should go back into the building and use an different exit, or acknowledge him.
Squaring her shoulders, she approached him, seeing him turn his head into her direction and regarding her with a happy smile.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Sky's the Limit