They hadn't taken very long, seeing as pretty much their entire family as well as half the gang were right outside the door. Eric would be waiting for her, and after a while, he'd het anxious, and someone might want to use the bathroom, and she knew, even though the door had been locked, it wouldn't be hard for them to ask Harley for the key to unlock it.
Even though it as short, it had been incredible. They'd had sex for a little while in the bathroom of a bar, but it had been better than anything she'd ever had, and she wasn't sure she could go back out there and sit on Eric's lap after that. What she wanted was to spend all night fucking him until she couldn't breathe and her body couldn't take it anymore but she knew they couldn't, at least not there in the bar.
It was ridiculous how incredibly fucked up what they'd just done was, but it had been so good she didn't even care and it was easy to tell herself he wasn't technically her brother or that he hated Veronica.
When they were done, Jade leaned on the wall a second, watching him pull his jeans back on before reaching for her own cloths, pulling on her panties and shorts. “Fuck, Jade.” He breathed, as he leaned in and kissed her lips and she smirked against them and kissed back before he pulled away and she pulled her bra back on and her shirt back over her head. “As much as I want to stay with you, we gotta get out of here before we get caught." He smirked wickedly.
Jade sighed and nodded. "You're probably right, it would really suck if Harley came to unlock the door for someone and found us fucking." She smirked as she lit herself a cigarette and took a drag, eyes on his. She didn't want to go back to Eric because she knew, after that, Eric wouldn't compare in the least bit.
She wanted to rent a motel room or go back to the beach or take her car and spend hours with him, fucking and getting high, but she knew Veronica would want him to come home. So instead of asking, she went to the mirror and fixed her hair and make up a little, glancing at his reflection with a smirk. "This probably shouldn't happen again." She breathed, even if that's all she wanted and she knew, even as she said it, that it would.
“Benji…” she breathed and he sighed, knowing by the tone of her voice that she was going to argue, but also that she was running out of resistance. “How do you expect me to get over your death and then three years later you show up. And it’s not like you just showed up at my door, you fucked and then killed my best friend.” She said and opened her eyes and he sighed. “I’m just a little bit fucking confused." She said and he couldn't blame her.
“God Damn it, Benny tell me what to fucking do and I’ll do it because I’m sick of living without you.” She finally breathed and he smirked, knowing he had her. She kissed him hard and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed back, slipping his tongue past her lips, loving everything about it, from the way her lips tasted to her body against his, her kiss was always perfect.
Eventually she pulled away, wrapping her arms around his neck and he held her tighter, having missed having her in his arms way too much. “You're right, I don’t love Tommy and I never will.” She breathed. “I don’t know who I am without you babe, I’ve been dying every day for the past three years without you.” She admitted and he nodded because he understood.
"I know." He breathed, sliding a hand into her hair and kissing her softly before pulling back and holding her eyes. "I've been dying too baby. I need you." He shrugged and sighed, kissing along her jaw gently, everything in him wanting her, but knowing she was having a hard time with the fact that he was still alive so he wasn't sure if it was a good idea yet. "You asked me to tell you what to do, so I want you to forget what we are and just be with me." He breathed against her skin, hoping she wouldn't shoot him down a third time.