Author: SerenaJ Title: Rachael and JD Part: Chapter 11 Universe: Reedville and The Davidson Fishery Summary: Of course they get back together - this IS a romance after all Keywords: MF, cons, rom, piv, interr (HF/WM) Chapter 11: Hold Me “Rachael?” Gail called over the intercom. “Yeah” “There’s a Mr. McElroy here to see you.” She stared at the phone. “Rachael? Rachael?” “Uh, yeah.” Her hand was shaking, “Uh, I’ll be down in just a second.” It had been more than three months since she any contact with the family – she did not count the card at graduation. Maybe it was not him. She almost called the front desk to ask for a first name but paused. If it was JD, he was here for a reason. If it was not JD, then something was wrong. That thought got her out of her seat and rushing down the hallway. ‘Calm down, nothing’s wrong.’ She told herself but did not believe it until she saw him – before he saw her – in the lobby wearing the navy pinstriped suit that they had bought together and holding the battered old fedora his insisted on wearing on cold days. He had gained a little weight, and he had skipped a haircut or two. But when he looked at her, her heart stopped. She froze to keep from throwing herself into his arms. He smiled and she felt her knees shake. He cleared his throat, “Good afternoon, Miss Sullivan.” It took her a moment to gather herself enough to answer, “Good afternoon, Mr. McElroy. You’re looking well.” “Thank you.” He looked away, “You are looking lovely as always.” “Thank you.” They stood in silence for a while and finally the receptionist spoke up, “Hey, Rachael, you know the meeting room is free if you need somewhere to speak in private.” Rachael shot the woman a panicked look but JD spoke up quickly. “No, no. I was not intending to take up that much of your time. I was…in the area…I thought I’d see…” he shrugged, “I wanted to see how you were doing at your new job.” “Well. Everything’s going just fine.” “Good, good.” He hesitated, “Well, I didn’t want to hold you up, I just wanted to – uh – well, anyway, I’m glad all is well.” They looked at each other. He cleared his throat again, “I don’t suppose you are free for lunch at this late hour?” She opened her mouth but no words came out and he continued before she could think of anything to say. “Of course not, what I’m I thinking. You have things to do – other than fool with an old man like me – I’d best be on my way. I’d just wanted to say hello. And…” He stopped and looked away again, “…well.” “Dinner?” She asked tentatively. “Dinner?” he repeated and when she nodded, he smiled again, “Dinner would be right nice, Miss Sullivan. Shall I call for you here or at your home?” “Uh,” she was shaking again, “Here is fine.” They stared at each other for a few more minutes. Then JD gave himself a shake and cleared his throat again, “Well, then, I guess I will be seeing you later this afternoon.” He tipped his head to her and the receptionist. “Miss Sullivan. Ma’am.” And pushed the elevator button. He looked down at the floor, she noticed, not back at her – not even at her reflection in the elevator door. But she saw his hand shake as he pushed the lobby button to go down. “Well that was awkward.” Gail exclaimed, “Who was grandpa?” Rachael bristled at the reference to his age but did not comment. It was not the first, and would not be the last, “’Grandpa’ is my fiancé.” She frowned and sighed, “Ex-fiancé. We broke up a few months ago.” Gail’s face registered several different emotions before she looked pained, “Oh. Uh. Sorry, I didn’t mean -“ “Don’t worry,” Rachael waved the comment off, “he’s a little older than me, so it’s a common reaction. We just…it was a…he dumped me and I deserved it and I haven’t seen him since so I just…” She shrugged and bit her lip. She though she was past crying over this but she could feel the tears, “I just really miss him…and…” Gail handed her a box of tissues then answered a call. When she finished, she looked back at Rachael, “Hey he came to see you. Maybe he’s over it and wants you back.” Rachael shook her head, “Not what I did. He won’t get over that.” The phone rang again and Gail rolled her eyes as she answered it. Rachael waved goodbye and went back to her desk. She tried to concentrate on her work but after the third time she typed JD’s name into the forms she was completing, she gave up and called Helen. “Guess who came to see me today?” “Good.” Helen purred, “Bright boy.” “Helen, what did you do?” “I had a brief discussion with a co-worker.” “Helen…” “Oh, stop. You don’t really care what I said so long as he makes up with you, do you?” “Yes, actually I do.” Rachael shook her head, “I was wrong, not him. I should have told him everything. I should have called him as soon as it happened. I should have been honest and trusted him. Instead I lied.” “Yes and if the prick had ever taken the time to listen to you, he’d know all that.” “Be fair, Helen.” “Look, the only reason I care about him moping around like his dog died is because I know you’re doing the same thing. Really; if I’m going to lose one of my favorite fuck buddies, I’d like it to be for a reason!” “Oh,” Rachael could not help laughing, “you are such a self-serving bitch.” “I never claimed otherwise. Oh, another call. Call me when you get home and tell me what he said.” “It might be late. He’s taking me to dinner.” “Oooh! Well in that case, call me with the juicy details.” She was able to clear her mind somewhat after that – although she kept returning to the idea that he really just stopped by to see her. Helen said ‘moping like his dog died’. It gave her hope that maybe he could forgive her. Maybe they could try again. She was imagining the conversation where he says ‘I still love you’ when Gail buzzed. “You know he’s still waiting, right?” “Who’s waiting?” “You’re ex. He’s been here since four-thirty.” Rachael looked at the clock; it was 5:15. Ordinarily, she did not leave until 5:30. “Why didn’t you call me?” “He said not to. Said you knew he was here. He’s been reading the journal but I thought maybe you forgot about him.” “Of course I didn’t forget him!” She snapped, “I gotta tell Steve I’m leaving. Don’t let him go anywhere.” She hung up, cleared her desk by dropping everything into a drawer and called her boss. She turned off, locked up, grabbed her coat and purse and tried to fly down to the reception area. She entered panting, “Oh, JD, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you wait! I don’t usually clock out until 5:30 and I-“ He stood to greet her and stroked her shoulders, “Miss Sullivan, it’s ok. I arrived early an’ didn’t want to disturb you. After all, I can’t approve your hours any more if-n you leave a bit early.” His chin lifted slightly then stopped. He pulled away from her, suddenly serious, and called the elevator, “’Sides, you have waited patiently for me frequently in the past; I imagine I can wait once or twice for you. Ya’ll have a nice evening, Ma’am.” He called out to Gail. As they stepped on to the elevator, Rachael realized that he had started to kiss her but stopped. She felt a warm shiver run through her. He opened the car door for her and drove to Friendship Heights – to her favorite Italian restaurant. Neither said much as they waited for a table. Once seated, they ordered drinks and pursued the menu. “Alright,” JD finally said, “how is he?” Rachael looked up at him, “How is who?” JD did not look away from the menu, “My son. I presume he’s with you. You can tell him to come on back to work when he wants to.” She stared at him opened mouthed, “You think I would let him near me after…” she stopped, remembering the JD did not know what truly happened; how close to rape it was. “JD,” she tried to stay calm, “I have not seen him since that day. I don’t want to ever see him again.” She sipped her wine and tried to breathe normally. He did not respond, just waved to the waiter and gave his order. She ordered her favorite ravioli and found herself fascinated by the light striking her wine glass. Strains of “When Somebody Loves You” in the background did not help her feel any less stressed. Dinner had not been a good idea. She looked up when he spoke again. “If something happened, that I should know about…” he said softly. “Nothing happened that anyone should know. I made a mistake and I lost you for it. My own fault. Not his, not anyone else’s.” “I see.” JD looked thoughtful. After an extremely long pause, he spoke softly again, “Are you seeing anyone now then?” She stared at him again; maybe he never believed that she loved him. “I’m sorry.” He looked away from her, “That is none on my concern. You certainly have a right to your privacy.” “No, I’m not.” She pursed her lips, “Are you?” “I” he stressed the word, “am a retired old man. Ain’t nobody interested in me. You, however, are a vibrant, intelligent, beautiful young woman. They should be linin’ the streets just to speak to you.” She blushed a bit, “Let’s not get carried away, now.” “Surely your friend must know someone.” “Several someones. I wasn’t interested.” His smile grew slowly, “Really.” “Really.” “Miss Sullivan,” he carefully folded and refolded his napkin as he spoke, “If I were to ask you to accompany me to the courthouse tomorrow morning, would you say yes?” His eyes never looked away from his hands. It was the last thing she expected him to say. She sputtered for a moment before blurting out, “How could you trust me again? I lied to you.” He shrugged “I just do.” “JD, you caught me in a lie. How could you possibly believe anything –“ “Oh, I don’t believe you.” She froze, not quite sure she heard that, “What?” “I don’t believe you.” He refolded his napkin again, “But I trust you. I know something happened to you that you feel – for whatever reason – that you cannot share with me. I don’t like that, not at all. But if you say that there is nothing I need to be concerned about, then, alright. I am not concerned.” “You forgive me. Just like that.” “There is nothing to forgive. I love you. I trust you.” He paused, “You see, the error was mine. I let anger cloud my judgment and for that, I am truly sorry.” She sat with her mouth open as the waiter served their meals. JD began eating calmly and after a moment, she picked up her fork and tried to digest his words. “I have been a fool, Miss Sullivan.” He announced after a few minutes. “An unmitigated fool. I would appreciate it if you would forgive me, but I would understand if you did not.” She stared at him again, “You want me to forgive you.” He nodded. “You still want to marry me.” He nodded again. “I fucked your son.” He held up his hand, “Please, Miss Sullivan. I would just as soon not recount the details.” He reached into his pocket and put a ring box on the table between them, “I’d rather forget all this foolishness, an’ go on with our lives together as if none of this ever happened.” “But it did happen. What if it happens again?” “If it happens again, then we shall discuss it at that time. It will not happen again with him because if it does, I will kill him.” He said it so simply; Rachael almost believed he meant it. “You’d threaten to kill him, not me.” “I have reason to suspect that, despite your assurances to the contrary, that he is at fault in this matter. I have discovered some disturbing things about my sons over the last few months. An’, frankly, I would very much like you back in my life. If that means I have to learn to share your affections,” He sighed deeply, “I will have to learn ta share. I am more than willing to forgive and forget any perceived trespasses against me at this point.” “You haven’t spoken to me in months.” “No.” He said between bites, “I have not.” “And you don’t seem to care one way or the other if I stay or go.” “I do have a confession.” He looked at her then, “I had a very large brandy before joining you for dinner this evening. It was the only way to stop mah hands from shaking.” He looked back at his plate, “Even so, I’m so terrified you’ll say no that I can hardly look at you.” A courthouse wedding. Tomorrow. No fuss, no muss but her mother would scream just as loudly as his. Rachael took a bit of her dinner while she thought about the situation. Not whether to marry him – that, she had no doubt about. “What would your mother say if we went the courthouse route?” “Oh,” he sighed, “She raise holy Hell, probably ban me from the house for a week or so, but eventually she’d get over it.” Rachael nodded, “My mother wouldn’t be much better.” She took another couple of bites then felt her heart pounding as she said, “I think we should just stick to the original December date.” “Alright, Willow. Whatever you want.” She shivered when he called her ‘Willow’ again. She picked up the ring box and quietly slipped the engagement ring on. It felt right on her hand. They ate without saying anything else about it. Midway through the meal, he cleared his throat yet again and stood up, excusing himself. Then, as he passed her chair he stopped short, leaned down and kissed her – softly at first but shortly his hands held her face and he kissed her soundly. For a moment, she forgot where they were and could only respond to the pleasure of his lips against hers and the heat of his tongue in her mouth. He pulled away eventually with a deep groan, “Oh, mercy!” he whispered, “I missed that. Be right back.” He headed toward the restroom. They finished dinner quickly after that with little conversation but a strong desire to go home. They held hands walking back to the car and grinned like teens the whole ride to Falls Church. He took her hand again when they got out of the car and kissed her deeply on the doorstep. She slipped her arms around his neck and maneuvered her purse behind her. He leaned her back against the door and for a moment, she wondered if he intended to take her there and then. She moaned at the idea and tried to encourage it by unbuttoning his coat. Without warning, the door opened behind her and the two of them tumbled onto the hallway floor. Rachael let out a surprised yelp and JD and Charles’ familiar voice both swore. “Oh fer chrissake! What are you two, fifteen?” Rachael began laughing and could not stop. JD joined in. They remained heaped on the floor laughing until JD kissed her lightly, “I love you. I need you. I want you. I love you. I can’t live without you.” He punctuated each sentence with another kiss somewhere on her face. Rachael whispered back between kisses, “Don’t ever, ever, ever, ever, leave me again. You hear me? I mean it. You hear me?” Her hands were finished with his suit jacket and were busy opening his shirt. “I hear you.” He caught her lips again and pinned her to the floor with a kiss. “I missed you so much.” “How much?” “This much.” He kissed her again and pulled her shirt, nearly snapping the buttons off. She started to complain but he pushed her bra out of the way and virtually attacked her breasts. She gasped and purred. He nipped her lightly. She could feel his erection against her leg. One of his hands slipped behind her back holding her still while the other slid under her skirt and into her panties. That alone was enough to spark her first orgasm. She had another before they could finish undressing. When he finally held her legs open and eased his length into her, Rachael moaned, “Oh Julius, I missed you. You feel so good, so…” she voice dropped off as he used shallow strokes to rub her g-spot. She came again and seemed to ride a continuous wave as his strokes became deeper and faster. He came with a roar and a prayer. They lay wrapped around each other, still in the front hall.