Revolutionary

Warning and Disclaimer: Mild adult content ahead. This takes place after Jackson’s resurrection, after Hayley’s death and before Hayley’s resurrection. Jackson is a widower.


“I don’t know why anyone would use this many in one night…” Davina’s remark about the condoms had Jackson failing miserably at trying to hide the sh*t eating grin attempting to appear on his rugged features as he almost blurted out because my animalistic nature exceeds human stamina. “Because you’re supposed to use a new one each time you climax?”  His question was rhetorical.  Everyone knew that.  Or so he thought.  It said so on the wrapper.  Perhaps it was just something she didn’t have to worry about.  If a guy was responsible, he’d know what to do when the time came.   

A wrinkled nose followed reluctance to open his mouth forcing Davina to shove her finger full of cookie dough in it.  Jackson’s first inclination was to bite her, but his judgment got the better of him long ago when learning not to react to the first emotion.  Instead, he tenderly took her by the wrist, his thumb caressing her pulse point, hearing her pulse quicken while he withdrew her finger from his lips before chewing.  “Nice.  Thanks.”  As if this sh*t couldn’t get any more awkward. “Oh…… my…… Jackson.” The preceding events had almost willed his erection away… almost.  Just another minute or two and Davina would’ve been none the wiser.  Taking a step back, he decided to retreat.  “I’m gonna go… take a quick shower...  Don’t eat all the cookies.  And if Oliver shows up, lock the damn door.”

A cold ass shower indeed.  Turning the water on, he didn’t bother adjusting the temperature before stepping through the glass door onto the frigid ceramic tiles lining the shower floor.  For some people, cold water made them tense.  For someone whose core temperature was hot as hell and already tense, cold water was refreshing, like swimming through an alpine glacier.  The scent of woodsy evergreen and citrusy bergamot filled the air as he washed his hair and body, the tension washing away with the suds swirling down the drain.

Grabbing a clean towel from a stack on the shelf outside the shower door, Jackson dried his hair and face before wrapping it around his waist.  The sound of his cellphone stole his attention as he reached for it with a grimace upon reading the caller ID… Marcel Gerard, which usually meant some sh*t was going down in the Quarter.  “Yeah, what’s up?”  “Jackson, have you or any of your guys seen Davina?  I lost tabs on her yesterday and haven’t seen or heard from her since.  Considering the situation between her and the witches, I’m worried.”  Jackson let out a long sigh.  He assumed with Davina having been doing her own thing, she no longer needed Marcel’s protection.  “She’s here.  I found her wandering in the woods earlier.  She fell and bruised her ankle.  She’s okay, but I wouldn’t let her leave due to a storm brewing.” “Okay good.  Keep her there.  I’ve got some things to take care of in the Quarter and I don’t need her around as a liability or loose end.”  “Sh*t, seriously Marcel?  She’s an adult now.  She doesn’t need…” “I’m asking you this as a favor from one leader to another.  Please keep her safe until I know what I’m dealing with.”  “Fine, okay.”  The line went dead as Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose.  Davina wasn’t going to be happy with this.  Pulling on a pair of gray joggers and a white t-shirt, he followed the smell of fresh baked cookies into the kitchen.  “Davina, we need to talk…”