Title: "Scared Straight: Interrupted "

Author: A.M. Glass

E-Mail: glasswrks@yahoo.com

Rating: R

Copyright: Jan. 20th, Jan. 31st, 2003

Revised: Feb. 8th, 2003

Spoilers: For "Scared Straight".

Disclaimer: Jordan Cavanaugh, Lisa Fromer, et al belong to Tim Kring, Tailwind Productions and NBC Studios. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred. The story along with any/all original characters are the sole property of the author and cannot be used without expressed permission first.

Pairing: Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh and Dr. Lisa Fromer.

Series Notes: This is the nth story in the series, the first being "Easy", followed by "The Call", "All Yours", "A Good Reason", "The Invitation", "Destination", "If You Can't Go..." and "Gone." This doesn't follow the companion piece, "Love, Jordan," however.

Author Notes: Well, this story will go a bit farther, not by much though - than the other ones have, which is why I gave it an R rating.

Thanks: To Myra and Claire for taking the time to go over the story and pushing me to make it better, as well as staying true to Jordan's character. At this present time I decided to go ahead and post the story without getting the file back from one of my other beta readers. As soon as I get it, I plan to combine it with the file(s) I've received, I will then post it to my website. http://www.glasswrks.150m.com/jordan.htm

Special Thanks: Myra, I know you've said that you wished you could write and I wonder about that at times. If you the reader could see what she does to help my stories, as well as the suggestions I use, you'd wonder about that statement yourself.

Feedback: Would be nice.


"What do you want me to say? Tell me and I'll say it."

"I shouldn't have to tell you. You should already know."

"We keep going over the same thing... and I still don't get it. I said I was sorry."

"Do you really want to see the end of this?" Jordan whispered into Lisa's ear.

Lisa turned her head and was once again struck my Jordan's beauty she smiled and shook her head, "Not really."

"Let's go." Jordan grabbed her jacket and stood up, excusing herself as she exited the aisle. She waited while Lisa did the same. She could still hear the actors speaking their lines in the background. She had heard that the play had gotten good reviews, so she decided to invite Lisa. Now she wondered what those reviewers who had said that this was good considered bad. 

They walked up the aisle and left the theatre.

"I'm so sorry about that," Jordan said as she put on her coat.

"It's not your fault," Lisa answered.

Jordan looked around. It was a quiet night. The weather had turned cold enough that she could see her breath quite easily. 

"Well, it's still early, what would you like to do?" she asked Lisa.

"Why don't we take a walk?"

"Okay."

"Maybe next time, I can pick the play?" Lisa ventured as they walked away from the theatre.

After a short time Jordan reached out her hand to take Lisa's, but quickly reconsidered and shoved her hand back into her coat pocket. Just as they reached the entrance to an alley, Jordan stopped. "Lisa..."

"Is something wrong?" she asked, wondering, what caused the frown to appear on Jordan's face, having missed the aborted gesture.

"Lisa..." she began as she quickly looked around before returning her gaze. "Do you have any idea how much I want to hold your hand right now?"

"What's going on?" Lisa asked as she stepped closer.

"I... I wanna do things that other couples do," Jordan began, "I want to be able to hold your hand whenever I want to, without having to look over my shoulder and wonder if anyone's watching us," she said. "I wanna kiss you right now - I can taste it."

Lisa had no idea where this was coming from, "Jordan, honey. You knew this would happen..." 

"I know. You've gone through it. You still do... but it's driving me crazy!"

Lisa shook her head, "I wish I could say it was going to get easier, but I can't."

"I know... it's just sometimes..."

"I understand," Lisa replied, moving closer to Jordan. She slowly took Jordan's hands out of her pockets and placed them on her shoulders.

"Lise?" Jordan asked as she looked around.

"It's just us..."

With that said, Lisa leaned forward and kissed her.

Jordan's first instinct was to push away, to get as far away as she possibly could, to hide from prying eyes.

Those were her first instincts, which lasted all of three seconds before she pulled Lisa closer.

Lisa had intended to be brief - her way of showing Jordan that she wasn't going to deny her feelings for the dark-haired beauty. Those were her intentions; yet, she found herself unable to pull away, unable to stop herself from deepening the kiss.

Nor could she stop the moan once she felt Jordan's tongue tracing her lower lip, quietly asking for permission, which she freely gave.

She had never been kissed with such mind-blowing intensity as when Jordan kissed her. She wasn't aware if this was a particular trait Jordan readily possessed, or something that happened exclusively with her.

Either way, it was consuming, breathtaking, arousing, erotic, loving, in essence, it was everything.

She felt her knees become weak as Jordan explored her mouth.

They had to stop.

Why?

She wasn't sure exactly, but deep down in the passion-induced fog she found herself immersed in, the portion of her consciousness that was not preoccupied with Jordan's mouth, her hands and her body, which had practically melded itself with hers, the tiny voice of reason, which was rapidly becoming easier to ignore was saying:

"You're not at home... you're out in public. Don't put your hand there... go home. Stop! Yes...she's a great kisser, 100 per cent agreement with that, hellooo... snap out of it! Okay, her hand is in your blouse... pull away, NOW!!!"

"Stop..." Lisa said as she tore herself away, her chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath. She looked at Jordan's face, her eyes fluttering open, she watched as Jordan licked her swollen lips. That was all it took. Unable to resist the pull Jordan seemed to have over her, Lisa placed her hands on either side of Jordan's face and kissed her once again.

Jordan was simultaneously mourning the loss of Lisa's lips on hers and rejoicing the fact that she was, once again consumed by Lisa.

Jordan felt herself being gently pushed back, while Lisa continued her oral assault.

The next thing she knew, her back hit a wall and Lisa's hands were inside her coat, pushing up the pullover she had worn this evening. Jordan winced briefly as her head hit the wall when Lisa's hands squeezed her breasts.

'We are going to get caught.' Jordan thought momentarily before she sought out Lisa's breasts, they continued groping, their tongues sliding against each other, their moans punctuating the stillness of the night.

Jordan wasn't sure how far they would have gone if her cell phone hadn't rung.

They broke apart, sweat beading on their foreheads, their breath plainly visible. Reaching into her coat pocket, Jordan grabbed her phone.

"Yes," she answered, still out of breath.

"Jordan, it's Garrett."

Suddenly, the rush of what they had been doing seconds ago fell to the side.

"What's wrong Garrett?"

"I need you to come in early tomorrow," he said. "The weather bureau is reporting a storm front headed our way, I want to make sure there's enough staff to handle what might come in."

Jordan looked up, despite the chill in the air she couldn't see a cloud in the sky.

"All right."

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

"'Night."

"Is everything okay?" Lisa asked.

"It's Macy, he wants me to go in early tomorrow... a storm front is rolling in."

"Maybe we should head back?" Lisa asked as she closed her jacket to ward off the chill that Jordan's hands and mouth had kept at bay.

"Okay."

They fixed their appearances and stepped out of the alleyway. As they started walking back to the theatre parking lot Lisa felt Jordan's hand slip into hers. She smiled.

Perhaps she could make up for the interruption later.

The End.


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