Birds In Your Garden: Chapter 2
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Kevin may not have been feeling them, but she was definitely getting the guilts. It was one thing knowing, but entirely another to sit there and listen to him be sweet to his wife and lie to her. As soon as the door closed behind her, she had little desire to undress knowing what they had done together mere hours earlier on the other side of this door and being able to hear the deep tones of his voice as he talked to the person he was legally bound to till death did they part. She remembered enough about him to know once he made those vows, they were going to be permanent.

She turned to glare at herself in the mirror, her head screaming profanities at her about what she had done. It had been much too easy to turn off her common senses when he looked at her. Even when he just held her hand before the show…everyone was holding hands…but she felt a spark with his touch, deep down knowing it was wrong no matter how many ways she tried to justify it. There just wasn't any way to justify it…but she also knew there wasn't any way to walk away at this point, now that she knew what she'd be missing out on. Somehow she had to figure out a way to remind herself that none of what was happening between them was real emotion. How could it be when he made a conscious decision to marry Kristin? She tilted her head, still staring at herself. He also made the conscious decision to cheat on Kristin, hadn't he?

What was it he had suggested? Splash some water on your face and try not to blush. All she had to do was think of where his tattoos were and she felt the blood rush to her face. Not necessarily from a blush, though. Sexy as all hell… He was always sexy, wasn't he? There was a complete dichotomy in him where he could exude total calmness and complete intensity in one gaze. He never seemed to be frazzled about anything, but he never seemed to be lazy. Methodogical -- could she make up that word for him?

She could still hear his voice when she turned off the faucet and wiped her face with the towel. Even that smelled like him…soap, shampoo , nothing outstandingly obvious, but distinctly Kevin. Even still. Is it possible she could remember this much about him? Out of twenty-seven years of living, he had only spent one year in hers. Just one year. Why did she have to remember him so distinctly? Why did she have to remember him at all? Why couldn't she just move on from him like she had all those other guys she had dated? She'd lost her virginity to Mike and couldn't even remember what color his eyes were! And he was a nice guy! Why did she have to remember Kevin?

"Either you've found a way to sound proof the bathroom or you hurt yourself and are dying," Kevin said through the door.

She opened the door, still holding the towel. "Sorry, changed my mind. Just wanted to give you your privacy."

He leaned in and kissed her quickly, stepping back to let her pass through. "You don't have to hide when she calls."

"What can I say, I'm the jealous type?" she attempted at humor.

"That's going to suck," he answered. "So am I."

"Like I couldn't tell?" she said, dropping back next to her bag. "You jumped all over poor Nick this afternoon."

"I didn't jump all over him," he protested. "I jumped all over you."

"Yeah, well…" She stammered, keenly aware again that he was married.

"Jan?" he questioned, coming to sit beside her. "Whatever this is, you didn't make it happen." She dropped back against the cushions and turned her head to look at him skeptically. "You didn't make me kiss you. You punched me, matter of fact."

"I also said don't keep doing things that are going to make you have to apologize to me," she said, reaching out to touch his chin, feeling herself become absorbed in the emerald color of his eyes. "And I am getting such a feeling that you're going to be apologizing to me, your band, your wife, your fans…"

"Let's not get carried away, okay?" he said, lifting a corner of his mouth in a smile. "If I'm making a mistake, it's me that's making it. You're not to blame."

"I'm just as much to blame as you are. Common sense is telling me to run, and run far."

"You don't know the full story, Jana," he said, putting his face in her palm. "Don't judge anything until you do. That's all I'm asking."

"What's the full story?" she asked, running her fingers across his cheek gently.

He turned his head to kiss her palm. "We don't have enough time to get into it right now. But you're just going to have to believe in me."

"Don't we have, like, four hours, Kevy?" she questioned, pulling her hand back.

He dropped his head heavily, letting a moan out in a sigh as he fell forward. His forehead landed on the cushion in front of him and he turned to peer up at her through the dark stands of his hair. "Not if we plan correctly," he suggested.

She tilted her head and looked at him, making him sigh. Slipping her hand through his hair, she moved the strands out of his eyes, watching him before moving closer to kiss him gently and pulled back. Her fingers grazed through his hair, still feeling the dampness of the sweat from his show, but decided she didn't want to know the back-story right now. She was content to sit next to him, feeling his hair in her fingers and not say anything.

He shifted his shoulders, moving closer to her and leaned up for another kiss, lasting a bit longer, but when he pulled away, they were still quiet, both hinting at smiles with their expressions. "Know what this reminds me of?" he said, slipping his hand into the one on her lap. Her other hand was still busy fiddling with his hair.

"Yeah. I was thinking the same thing."

"It was a lot darker, though," he commented.

"And a lot smaller."

"You still know how to kiss, though."

"You're not so bad yourself."

He leaned over again, kissing her longer, parting her mouth with his tongue to taste her and slipping his hand from hers to run along her leg and rest at her waist. This was that feeling he remembered with her. Anticipation. He was always anticipating, waiting for her to draw the line with him, letting him know when he needed to pull back, give her space but he never remembered her ever having to say a word. It was a sense, instinctive, tuned in to how she reacted to his touch. Like now, he knew to pull back a bit, slipping his hand back down her leg and looking up to her. He was rewarded with her shifting, draping her legs over his as she placed her hand at the base of his neck, leaning in for another kiss.

"We'd do this for hours," she said quietly, "and I never cared."

"You never cared?" he asked curiously.

"Well, I cared, but I was content to just do this for hours."

"I thought that's what you meant." He smiled. "I cared." A gleam flickered through his eyes. "You'd get me so wound up."

"You never showed it."

"I was trying to not to," he chuckled. His fingers laced with hers, and he looked down briefly. "Part of me hoped you'd notice on your own."

"I was always waiting for you to make the first move," she said, sliding her finger down the bridge of his nose slowly. "I was sixteen. What did I know?"

"I was eighteen. What did I know?"

"A lot more than I did, I'm sure!" he giggled, kissing him quickly. "You at least had other girlfriends before me. You were the first guy I was allowed to date."

"Was I really?"

"Well, exclusively," she amended. "I was allowed out in groups before that. But my parents thought they could trust me with that Richardson kid. Well respected and all that. Little did they know you were attempting to corrupt me in your car at the Bend."

"Ah, but I didn't, did I? You let Mike Connelly corrupt you."

"Don't go there, Mr. Florida," she teased, tugging his hair gently. "If you'd tried you probably would have succeeded in corrupting me."

"Now you tell me? All those nights I went home and took a cold shower?"

"You didn't!" she laughed.

"Well, no, I did other things," he confessed.

"That's more information than I needed to know!" she laughed, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

"Why?" he asked, taking her earlobe between his lips. "You never thought of me?"

She lifted her head and kissed him. "Not in a very long time, Kevy."

"Back then?" he probed, poking her in the ribs with his finger.

"Back then? Probably."

"Probably? I had you that wound up you don't even remember?"

"I remember thinking about Simon LeBon," she said with a teasing giggle.

"Oh, you're just cruel!" He poked her harder. "What about now? Would you think of me now?" He lifted his chin for a kiss and received one.

"Well, seeing as Simon LeBon hasn't aged half as gracefully as John Taylor…"

He moved swiftly, managing to swing her legs off and push her back on the cushions, sitting on top of her as she laughed loudly. "I remember you're ticklish," he warned, grabbing at her sides as she squirmed beneath him, both of them laughing.

"Okay! Okay!" she surrendered. "I'll think of you next time! Promise!"

He shifted his weight and lay on top of her, settling between her legs comfortably with his arms on either side of her head and lowered his head for a full, lingering kiss. Each kiss seemed to last longer with pauses in between for him to peer down at her through his hair as she ran her hands along his back.

"If we were able to spread out like this in the Toyota, I might have gotten the hint a bit better," she said after awhile.

"Are you getting a hint?"

She bit her lips and nodded. "Right against my belly, yes."

"What would you have done if you had gotten the hint back then?"

"What time did you have to have me home?"

"Eleven."

"It's past curfew, Kevy. I'd have you take me home and I'd get punished for two weeks for being out late."

"You're making up excuses."

"You think I wouldn't have thought of an excuse back then?" He leaned down and kissed her again, making sure to push his hips against her more obviously than before. She giggled, "I know it's there, Kevin."

"Can't blame me for trying," he whispered, slipping his lips around her earlobe and nibbling gently. He could hear her sigh and he shifted his weight to run his hand over her breast.

"Now, see, I didn't have those then," she chuckled.

"You had something," he argued lightly. "I remember distinctly that there was something." He glanced down and peered back into her eyes. "Maybe not as much, but you had something."

"Nice of you to notice," she chuckled.

"I noticed a lot. I just told you, I'm the one that went home and thought about it."

She brought her hand to the back of his head and pressed her fingers down to draw him closer. "So did I," she admitted in a whisper before kissing him. She heard him groan against her and his kiss wandered to her chin and neck.

"What did I do wrong?" he asked with a whine.

"You never asked me," she answered, lifting her head up slightly, pressing her lips against his and drawing him down with her as she placed her head back on the cushions.

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