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I Would Do Anything For You	By : tj Category: +M through R > Real Adventures of Jonny Quest, The Views: 3344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Your mother is NOT gonna be happy with me," Jonny laughed.
"Scared of a girl, baby?"
"Tease all you want, but the bulk of the shit is gonna land on you," he shot back and stroked her hair. They were curled up in bed together. Sleep was forgotten quickly. They were too excited to sleep.
"You're worth it, Jonny."
"You are SO loved up right now," he laughed. "You can't be held accountable for anything coming out of your mouth."
"Multiple orgasms and Shakespeare quotes will do that to a girl," she sighed.
"Well you're more than worth all that," he laughed again, but quickly sobered. "Are you sure?" he then asked with a worried look.
"I am," she kissed him. "Are YOU sure? That's the third time you've asked me."
"I'm positive," he pulled back and smiled at her. "…but I'm also positive that we'll be fine no matter what. You don't have to transfer, Jess."
"Two things," she rolled on top of him, straddling his hips.
"I can't concentrate when you do that," he stared at her chest with no apologies.
"Baby," she smacked his face playfully. "Focus."
"Unrealistic expectations," he argued. "You're naked on top of me and you're goddamn beautiful."
"Fine…I'll go put clothes on, Romeo" she huffed and made a move to get off him.
"NO…no," he gripped her thighs and pulled her down flush against him instead. "I think I can do it if your boobs aren't DIRECTLY in my line of vision," he grinned as she rested her chin on his chest and grinned back stupidly.
"But you can focus with every inch of me on top of you?" she raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not sure where you're going with this, but I'm all in baby."
"Ok," she smiled, kissing the tip of his nose and settling back against his chest. "Serious conversation first. I chose Harvard because I've wanted to go there since I was six and it felt like a dream come true when I got that acceptance letter."
"I remember," he beamed. "I remember the exact look on your face, which is why I would never ask you to give it up. Just like you would never ask me to give up Stanford."
"Harvard doesn't have the best mechanical engineering program in the country, Jonny. It was my dream, especially after spending so many years working with your dad and hearing him gush about his time there, but it was never the most logical choice. It was amazing, when I wasn't missing you, but now that I got to spend a semester there I can see the bigger picture."
"Which is…" he prompted.
"Stanford," she smiled. "I know Stanford doesn't have the number one program either, but it does have the number two program, which is better than Harvard at eight…and it has you. So… better program and I get to start my life with you. No brainer."
"I'm sold and I love you," he smiled simply. "So what's the timing?"
"Somewhat flexible," she told him. "I wanted to discuss it with you first."
"Have you talked to any of the Professors at Stanford yet?"
"A few. I wanted to get their thoughts on where they see the program going over the next three years…"
"My beautiful little overachiever," he interrupted. "What was their advice?"
"To make the move immediately. They said I could get caught up over break and then dive right in," she searched his eyes.
"So you'll head out in January?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Last chance to get a semester on your own?" she hedged.
"Baby," he huffed in annoyance. "I just did that and I'll be doing it again come January. Get out there and scout it out for us."
"Deal," she laughed. "I love you." Kiss. "You make me so happy." Kiss. "I'm so excited," she squealed right against his lips. "I'm never gonna fall asleep."
"You'll regret that decision when I wake you up in a few hours for a quickie before I work out," he hummed.
"…or you can save your energy for the work out itself," she suggested.
"I've got enough energy for both, mouse."
"If you don't stop with the Shakespearean references, I'm never letting you leave this bed," she kissed his neck.
"That's the worst fucking threat I've ever heard. How awake are you really?" he asked.
"I'm awake," she sat up again to give him a full view of her body.
"Put some clothes on," he licked his lips and rubbed the tops of her thighs.
"I wasn't expecting that," she deflated.
"Trust me. I'll make it worth your while, my girl."

“Where are we going, Quest?” They had been walking along the beach for about twenty minutes, holding hands in a casual silence.
“Baby, are you cranky?” he teased and squeezed her hand. Then he pulled her close and kissed her softly. He lingered and kissed her again, biting her lip lightly. “I can make you feel better.”
“How?” she swallowed. He still had the ability to make her nervous. To make her heart jump into her throat.
“Take off your clothes,” he whispered fiercely and her breath hitched. “I want to watch you.”
She felt dumb. He was her boyfriend and he had seen her naked countless times. She also knew definitively that he liked her body, but she still felt self-conscious as she pulled the t-shirt over her head. She was not sure how to do this sexy so she settled for meeting his gaze. That plan did not last long, however, because his gaze shifted to follow the path of her clothes as they left her body.
“You literally make me go weak in the knees,” he praised, trailing his eyes from her ankles to her lips. She had her bottom lip between her teeth and her hands folded in front of her. It made him lick his lips. She was adorable.
He removed his shirt in that way that men do, reaching behind his neck to grasp the collar and pulling it over his head. It was particularly appealing watching Jonny do it in her opinion. He dropped it to the sand and then saddled up in front of her with a grin. He placed his hands on her hips and his forehead to hers. “Kiss me,” he ordered.
She did as he asked and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants. He pulled back only long enough to tell her to take off his pants. She did not need to be prompted to remove his boxers. The slight chill in the air went unnoticed and the fear of getting caught did not cross their minds. He lifted her up then and eased her down into the soft sand.
“I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, flipping them over so his back was against the sand. “I want you on top. I still want to watch you,” he told her. He stared as she sat back on his thighs and pumped his dick to full attention with a little help from her mouth. “No more teasing,” he breathed after a few minutes.
She gripped his bent knees for leverage and then sank down on him with a sigh. His hands found purchase on her breasts as she moved over him. “I’m not gonna last long,” he admitted. It did not matter that she had already made him come three times. The combination of her body on full display and the exhibitionist nature of their tryst had his body lit up.
“Me either,” she moaned, enjoying the feel of his hands and cool air on her nipples more than she could put into words.

"That was so much fun," she giggled against his lips. "I love you. Are you sick of hearing me say that yet today?"
"No," he whispered back. "You look perfect in the moonlight," he admired. "So gorgeous. So beautiful. Are you sick of me telling you how beautiful I think you are?"
"Nope...How did you know we wouldn't get caught?" she suddenly asked.
"I didn't," he grinned. "… but I knew the probability was low and I REALLY wanted to do it so…" he trailed off.
"Oh my God," she laughed. "You're crazy. Let's take a picture?" she asked.
"Hmm," he considered. "But then I have to let you get dressed," he complained.
"I'm getting sand in uncomfortable places…." They were curled up together against the sand dune.
"Ok," he conceded. "…but I have a condition."
"Anything you want, baby."
"We come back out here tonight and fuck in the ocean," he smiled.
"Yes, sir."
"…and you keep calling me 'sir'," he added, handing over her clothes.
"I can get on board with that," Jessie admitted as she redressed quickly, noticing the chill of the wind blowing off the water when she left his arms. "Ok…let's lie back down and do this. It's getting cold out here."
"Are we a 'selfie' couple now? Instagram or some shit," he groaned as she positioned him the way she wanted.
"No," she insisted and turned her head to kiss him. She could not get enough kisses. Too many to make up for. "This is just for me," she whispered. "I don't have any recent pictures of you since you refused to text me any," she growled.
"Not my thing," he kissed her again.
"I know," she flicked his lips with her tongue. "…but did you ever think I might send you a picture back to express my gratitude? Because I would have been very grateful to see your handsome mug pop up on my screen. Just something to keep in mind for next semester," she told his smiling face. "Now take the picture. Your arms are longer."
He did as she asked. Well…almost. She could only see his profile in the picture, backlit by the moon. She was looking straight at the camera. He was just looking at her like she was his world. The backdrop was the sand dune where he had just made love to her and in front of them was the ocean where he would do dirty things to her later. She was obnoxiously happy and it came across in the picture.
"Let's go, Dopey. We need to get back," he teased her as she stared at the picture.
"Thank you," she looked at it one more time before putting her phone in her pocket and accepting the hand he had offered to help her up.
He pulled her close. "Jesus, baby. I would have done it much sooner if I'd known it'd make you this happy," he planted a soft kiss below her ear.
"I didn't realize it would," she admitted, lacing her fingers through his. "I guess I just missed your face."
"I missed your face," he squeezed her hand tighter.
"You missed my tits," she lightened the mood.
"Those too. I don't discriminate. Let's go to bed, baby."
"Shower again first," she insisted.
"Sounds good," he cuddled her close into his side. "I'll help you get all the sand off."
"So altruistic."

He woke her up with soft kisses from the base of her spine to her neck.
"This is a nice way to wake up," she mumbled and stretched. He tugged her to his chest and settled into bed beside her. She could tell he was freshly showered so it made her crack an eye to look at the clock. "I thought you were gonna wake me up BEFORE your work out," she teased. "I can't believe I slept this late."
"You looked too peaceful to disturb," he yawned. "Besides…you wore me out last night."
"Mmm…well rest up here for a few hours," she ducked out of his arms and then straddled his back, rubbing his shoulders. "I told my mom I'd meet her for lunch."
"Are you gonna tell her about Stanford," he mumbled into the pillow.
"No. I want to tell my Dad first in case my mom doesn't take the news well," she sighed.
"Is a full body massage covered by our deal?" he asked.
"Sure," she laughed. "I can wake you up with one when I get back."
"Let's tell your parents together," he suggested.
"I love you," she kissed between his shoulders. "…but my parents will freak out and think I'm pregnant if we all sit down together." She felt the chuckle go through his entire body.
"Well…when we tell them you're very much NOT pregnant that'll relax them and soften the blow of a cross-country move," he reasoned.
"You're sexy and smart," she whispered in his ear. "Sleep. I'll be back in a few hours, baby."

"Hi mom," Jessie kissed Estella's cheek and sat down. "Abuelita coming?"
"She's resting, but may join us halfway through. You look good, sweetie."
"Thanks," she grinned. "I haven't felt this good in a while," she sighed, thinking of Jonny. "How are you, mom?"
"I'm good. Excited to spend time with you."
"Same…What the hell?" Jessie's entire demeanor changed when Tyler sat down across from her with a full plate of food. "You need to leave now, Tyler."
"Jessie," her mother scolded. "I told him he could join us."
"Why would you do that?" Jessie turned toward her mother. "I thought the point was for us to spend time together. I'd really rather it was just us, mom. Leave Tyler."
"Why are you being so rude?" Estella asked. "You're embarrassing me."
"He's an asshole," Jessie spat out in annoyance. "I don't want to be around him. Is that enough of a reason?"
"I'm sorry," Tyler directed at Estella. "I'll just go."
"Sweetheart. Sit back down," Estella urged. "She doesn't mean it." Jessie was fuming, but not so much at Tyler. After last night, she could easily dismiss Tyler. 'He doesn't matter,' she told herself. 'I'm not even going back to Harvard so calm down and don't let it escalate.' Her mother was a different story. It bothered her more than she would ever admit that Estella so easily tossed out endearments at Tyler, while Jonny got nothing of the sort.
"Go," Jessie ordered.
"Thank you for the invite Estella," he stood up. "Jess…you're beautiful as always."
"Creep," she growled under her breath.
"Jessie…"
"Stop playing matchmaker," she interrupted. "I've been patient, but if you keep going after this…"
"Why were you so hostile? He's a sweet boy."
"He ACTS sweet when… whatever. He's irrelevant so there's no point in arguing his good or bad attributes," she finished hotly. 'This is ridiculous. I could be curled up with Jonny right now,' she thought.
"Girls," Race interrupted. "Can I join you?"
"Yes," Jessie took a breath.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"I'm outta here actually," Jessie huffed. "This is bullshit. I need to cool off. I'll talk to you both later," she walked away.
"Stel?" Race asked. "Really?"
"What?" she snapped.
"Please don't start? I came over here to diffuse."
"I don't need you to mediate my relationship with my daughter," she yelled.
"That's not what it looked like," Race responded calmly. He wanted to get heated. Lord knew she was the only woman to ever bring that out in him and she always managed to do it in record time. "What do you think you're accomplishing by provoking her? If anything you're making her dig her heels in further."
"So you agree with me?" her eyes lit up, suddenly hopeful.
"No," Race shook his head.
"You're biased," she looked away. "This isn't healthy."
"I do understand where you're coming from," Race sympathized. "She was six just last week. Watching her grow up…I'm proud of her, but it's been hard."
"How could you let her have a live-in boyfriend?"
"I can't have this argument with you again," Race stood up. They had never had this argument in person, but many semi-pleasant phone calls had spiraled because of that statement. "They would just sneak around behind our backs if we forbid it. Would that be better?" he challenged. "No. It's better to let them figure it out on their own. Would you have listened when you were a teenager?"
"How are you so even keel about this?" she had to know.
"I've watched them grow up…together. They've been inseparable since the day they met," Race laughed. "I saw it coming years before they did. I wasn't happy how early it started, but I learned to accept…very slowly…that all I could do was set ground rules and let them figure it out. I've had plenty of time to get used to it though. It's been an unavoidable part of my day for four years," he finished.
"I don't want her to settle down before she even lives," Estella admitted and Race sat back down.
"Tell her that," Race suggested. "Don't throw other guys in her face. That's not gonna work."
"Yeah," Estella sighed. "I really didn't mean to be a jerk."
"You're not, momma bear." It was moments like this that Race remembered why he fell in love with her. "Can I tell you something without you getting upset?"
"Sure," she responded slowly. "Are they sleeping together?" she rushed before he could say another word.
"I…that's not what I…I mean I assume…I don't know," he muttered. "I try not to think about it honestly," Race stumbled.
"I don't think I've ever seen you flustered," Estella smiled uncomfortably. "Ever ask her?"
"No."
"Ever ask him?"
"No. Do we really need to discuss this?" he shifted his eyes downward for a moment.
"What about safety?" she asked.
"They've received several lectures and threats. Believe me," he promised. "But you should discuss it with her if you want. I think that'd be good actually."
"Why have you never asked Jonny?" she was curious.
"Because I know he'd tell me the truth," Race admitted. "And maybe I don't need to know yet. They are smart kids with bright futures. They won't risk those futures. That I do know."
"Ok," Estella conceded. "I hear you. They will have three thousand miles between them after this summer anyway…"
"Did hell just freeze over?" he teased.
"Shut up," she laughed. "I don't want to fight with her. What were you gonna tell me before?"
"Just that Jonny's a good kid and he's completely devoted to her," Race sighed. "I assume your motivation is the seriousness of their relationship and not Jonny specifically, but Jess doesn't see it that way. He's her boyfriend and her best friend. He's her family and when she feels like you're attacking him…she takes right after her momma bear."
"I know you're right about all of that…and don't make a joke about pigs flying."
"Ok Stel," he held back a grin.
"Thanks Roger. I will try to watch my temper."
"Anytime Stel."

Jessie decided to take the stairs since she had slept in that morning instead of working out. She heard him coming before he said a word.
"Jess…slow down," Tyler called out. She turned around and crossed her arms when she reached the next landing.
"Please leave me alone," she tried to appeal to his conscience. It had been a while since she tried the nice approach.
"I truly just wanted to apologize," he said when he reached her. Instinctively, she glanced at his feet, hands and then shoulders to read his body language.
"Ok," she said slowly. "Accepted. Do your thing the next few weeks. Enjoy, but please stay away from me."
"We can't be friends?" he huffed.
"I don't want to be your friend," she sighed.
"We can't avoid each other for four years," he argued.
"I'm confident that we can," she shot back and turned to walk away.
"This is bullshit," he breathed. "You never gave me a fair shot."
"Why do you deserve one?" she shook her head in amazement. "Are you actually this much of an entitled asshole?"
"I don't like being dismissed," he responded slowly.
"Well I don't like being sexually harassed after asking you to stop nicely several times," she fumed and pushed passed him roughly.
"Hey," he grabbed her arm. He was alarmed by her words, but she did not give him a chance to talk his way out of it. Her instincts took over when he touched her. She pivoted on her right foot quickly. He lost his grip and his balance in surprise. He never saw her fist coming.
"Never…fucking…touch…me…again," she punctuated every word as he cradled his face on the ground.
"I think you broke my fucking nose," he muffled.
"I will do worse next time," she warned and then walked away.
'Fuck,' was her first thought when she started thinking clearly. Her hand hurt. She would not be able to hide the redness from Jonny, any more than Tyler would be able to hide his busted up face. She walked like molasses to the ice machine and finally back to her room. She opened the door quietly in case he was still asleep. He was. She stared at his bare back for a minute and just watched him breath. Then she undressed and crawled into bed beside him. In the back of her mind, she was hoping that he would be less angry if she was naked. As she sat there and stared at him again, she could not help but flashback to a moment from the night before.
"Doubt that the stars are fire," he panted. "Doubt…ha. Doubt that the sun moves," he buried his face in her neck and picked up his pace. He was close. She was closer. Nails were digging into his back and she was getting louder. "Something about truth being a liar…fuck. Look at me." The noises that she made because of him were always his complete undoing.
Eyes met. Heartbeats were in sync. "Never doubt my love, baby. I would do anything for you."
She was really hoping that 'anything' included not punching Tyler in the face.

Jonny woke up slowly, but knew immediately that he was not alone. He liked that. "I thought you were gonna wake me up with a massage?" he mumbled with his eyes still closed.
"I tried."
"Lies," he laughed. "I definitely would've noticed." He shifted to his back and yawned. Jessie's heart sped up, but it felt like slow motion as he turned toward her. She was dreading this fight.
"What's going on there?" he nodded toward her hand.
"Hurt my hand," she sighed, slowly lifting it out of the ice bucket to expose her red knuckles.
"How?" he sat up with a grunt, clearly alert and ready to bolt out of the bed.
Jessie knew that she needed to distract him before he ran off half-cocked. "I'm sitting here naked and ready to give you a massage. You'd think that would be your focus…" she tried to tease.
"Are we seriously doing this again?" he shot her an annoyed look and jumped out of bed. Her goal of distracting him did not work, but now she was distracted. Basketball shorts and no shirt was a good look on him.
"Jess?" he asked again. "I'm trying to be patient."
"Please let it go. For me? Please see the big picture?" she begged, standing up. He swallowed at the sight of her, but did not falter for long.
"How did you hurt your fucking hand?" he yelled.
"You already know," she whispered.
He headed toward the door without another word. A determined stride.
"Baby," she yelled after him. "Shit," she cursed at her state of undress. Jessie threw her clothes back on with record speed and chased after him. She would not let this happen. She rushed through the door that led to the stairwell because she knew he would not be patient enough to wait for the elevator.
"Please don't do this," her voice echoed. She could hear him a few flights below her. "Is it worth risking our future? Please stop," she cried.
He did stop at the sound of her tears and it pissed him off. It was like trying to walk through mud. He wanted to move forward, but she pulled him back against his will. "You're a fucking hypocrite," he seethed without turning around after she caught up to him. "Maybe you do take me for granted," he suggested pained. "What the fuck?"
"Hotshot," she whispered and reached a hand up to grasp his shoulder. "I'm sorr…"
"Don't touch me," he shrugged her off calmly.
She felt the sting of his words to her core. She had stopped him from finding Tyler, but she had not thought about what came next. "Don't go, Jonny. I want to talk about it."
"Well I don't," he shot back and started to walk back up the stairs. "You got your way, ok? Let's just leave it at that."
"No." She was heated now. "You don't get to turn this into something it wasn't."
"What was it?" he asked quietly, taking a seat on the stairs and putting a hand up to stop her when she tried to join him. "You didn't see fit to tell me a few minutes ago, Jess."
"It scares me when you do that," a tear fell. "You don't scare me," she rushed to clarify. "Just your ability to shut down so efficiently. I hate it. I'd rather you scream at me."
"I'm so mad at you," he whispered. "I don't want to yell and say something I don't mean."
"I'm sorry, Jonny. Yell at me if it will make you feel better." She would rather he take it out on her than bottle it up and take it out on Tyler later.
"Are you really still deflecting?" he laughed without humor and stood up.
"Baby, I'm trying to protect us," she started. "I'm not going back to Harvard. In a few days, I will never see Tyler again. I can't let you get in trouble over him. He is not worth it."
"Wouldn't have been an issue if you kept your promise in the first place," he responded. "We were supposed to talk to him together."
"That was my plan until he cornered me in this stairwell an hour ago."
"WHAT?"
"I'm obviously fine," she added quickly. "He's the one with the broken nose. I can take care of myself, Jonny. I love you more than life, but I don't need you to ride in and save the day like my hero."
"His actions are unacceptable," Jonny growled.
"I agree…and he cried like a bitch when I popped him in the face for it," she tried to joke, but he did not laugh so she decided to give him the details instead. "He grabbed my arm when I tried to walk away, so his nose quickly met my fist. I was never in any danger. That stupid asshole never saw it coming, but now he won't bother me again. It was unavoidable, baby. Please don't be mad."
Jonny was quiet for a long time. Jessie sat a few steps away from him and let him process his thoughts. His mind was working in overdrive, going from one point of information to the next. The last thing he wanted was to be angry with her. They only had a few weeks before she was leaving again and he would have to spend the bulk of that time in school. He could let it go, but then it would fester.
"I'm more upset with you than him," Jonny finally admitted. "I know he was never a threat. That's not the point."
"What was I supposed to do?" she was starting to get angry again. "Let him grab me? Wait for you to come hit him?"
"No," he said quietly and shook his head sadly. "You were just supposed to wake me up and tell me what happened. You were supposed to talk to me. No distractions. No games," he finished.
He walked away and now she felt like the asshole.
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