Title: Florence
Author: Jade 
Pairing: Jay/Florence (OC), J/SB
Rating: NC-17 for sex and whatnot. Not just any sex,
het sex. Het sex with an original character. I feel so
dirty...
Archive: Yep. 
Feedback: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing.. except Florence. She's
mine. Kevin owns everything else.
Notes: I think I'll blame Smashmouth for this one.
Damn them.
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"Bob!" the blond man cried as he thrust into me and
came. Just like clockwork. Every single time we do it
he screams that name when he comes. At first it really
bothered me, but I've gotten over it. I mean, people
say weird shit during sex. One time I called a guy
dad.

I don't think he realizes he does it though. I asked
him who Bob was once and he just kinda stared at me,
then said that Bob was his friend back in Jersey and
how I knew about him. I just said he mumbled something
in his sleep, which he does every so often. But that
was the most background I've ever gotten on him past
his name. Oh, I've tried to get more out of him, but
all he'll say is: "Nothing to tell. Got tired of
dealing in Jersey, moved out here. End of story."

I doubt that.

But I would like to meet this Bob person. I mean, if
he was important enough to Jay that he screams his
name during sex, I think I should at least be able to
know what he looks like.

Once Jay has dosed off, I slipped out of the bed and
wrapped my black robe around my naked self. Jay likes
it. He thinks it make me look really sexy.

Sure.

He's always saying things like that. I'm not that
cute, really. More plain than anything. I'm kind of
short, with short brown hair, about to my shoulder or
a little below. I could be thinner, but as it is right
now, I'm a bit on what you would call the chunky side.
And you know how they say that fat girls have bigger
boobs? Yeah, where's my share? I'm barely an A cup.

But I suppose that's neither here, nor there.

I wandered into the bathroom and searched in the
hamper, and the floor around it. Jay's pants were
laying there, with the wallet in them, as I figured it
would. Maybe I can find some clues as to who "Bob" is.
I shouldn't care, and I know Jay would throw a fit if
he caught me digging through his personal stuff. We've
been living together for six months and he still gets
upset if I touch his things.

I flipped open his wallet, and in there is a picture
of Jay and another man, both grinning cheesily for the
camara. The other man was wearing a trenchcoat, a
white cap, and I swear to God he could be my twin.
Same hair, same eyes, shit, it's like a male version
of me!

Or maybe I'm a female version of him...

I think I see why Jay bought me that trenchcoat for
Chirstmas.

Anyway, I took the picture out of the wallet and
inspected it.

Nothing. But a small piece of paper behind it. I took
the paper out and looked at it.

Ah ha! A phone number.

Let's see, Cali to Jersey.. that's like, 3 hours
difference? So it'd be.. like.. 5 in the morning over
there.

Shit. If he's a friend of Jay's, my guess is he won't
even be up until noon. Or later.

I sighed, then jotted the number down on my hand. I
left the wallet on the counter and tossed the jeans in
the hamper. Quietly, I slipped back into the bedroom
and crawled into bed next to Jay, who rolled over in
his sleep and wrapped his arms around me.

"I love you.." he mumbled, but some how, I don't think
it was aimmed at me.

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