In any ordinary life (In any oridnary Book 1) (4 page)

“Is this what you want?” Jeanie felt his hands running over her stomach, the warmth of his touch and understanding in his voice made Jeanie want him without reason. As his fingers reached the opened gap near her breast Jeanie closed her eyes.

“Please don’t stop,” Her words echoed inside distantly remembering the girl she was. Her cares had disappeared and nothing else but feeling him connect with her mattered. Keeping her eyes closed he ran his hands over her shoulders and as the shirt fell exposing her body to the night Jeanie’s insecurities fell with it.

No longer self conscious she opened her eyes as James watched as the flames dance along her pale silk like skin. For him the intensity and desire he felt overpowered how he had imagined her. The thought of making love to her beleaguered with the intensity of her presence. Jeanie’s still hand rested on his chest fixated by his heart beat rising and falling with every touch. Picking her up in his arms he carried her to the bed. Sliding her hands down she began to take off the rest of his clothes as they wrapped themselves in each others embrace all the fear she felt before turned to excitement.

   Jeanie arched her body in pleasure and as he kissed her from head to toe feeling his anticipation. His soft kisses connecting with every part of her body made her body flood with the expectation of their union.

Running her leg down his back he slowly descended creating the connection she had been craving for. As pain engulfed her body Jeanie had never felt this much pleasure and with each slow rise and fall every muscle yearned for more.

   As he gently moved his body with hers she was unable to distinguish where he ended and she began. Quivering he picked her up from beneath him and as he pressed his hands over the curve of her hip he kissed her ardently and as she slowly lowered herself onto him he placed his hands on her back feeling the small beads of sweat expire from her skin. Moving the strands of hair from her face he cupped his hand around her cheek pulling her gently towards him.

James felt Jeanie arch in pleasure and as he began to climax she held him tight as the movements intensified. Looking into her eye’s he felt the passion between them heighten and as she rested her head on his chest she felt secure in his embrace. Her heartbeat raced in time with his and lying beside him she felt his warm hold and whether it was right or wrong didn’t matter anymore as it was right for now.

  Reaching up she touched his brow following the curve of the perfect line above his eye. His gaze hadn’t faltered and as he caught her hand he kissed it softly.

“What happens now James,” holding her hand he placed her fingers back on his chest,” You stay forever...”

  Curling up Jeanie felt her eye’s start to close and the security within his arms took away some of emptiness. Today certainly wasn’t another day.

Chapter 3

Jeanie opened her eyes and blinked several times to see what the time was “Shit, Fuck late for work again…!” looking blankly at James’s watch she lay back down on the pillow and looked at her new fiancé. He was fast asleep and his clothes still lay on the floor at the side of the bed. It was far too tempting to forget work and with the bed still warm the thought of staying was far too tempting.

  As she pulled back the covers she couldn’t help but take sneak a peak at James. His smooth toned skin welcomed her back to bed and she giggled at the thought of him still undressed.

   Jeanie sighed and slowly moved into the cold. The fire had burnt to nothing and frost had gathered on the inside of the window making any movement out of the warmth painful.

   Jeanie shuddered as the snow had fallen rapidly over night and the street outside was crisp clean and white. Gathering her things quietly she started to dress. She pulled her face in disgust as her clothes felt wet with cold and the smell and grime made Jeanie instantly feel unclean.

   As she moved around the bedroom the floorboards creaked under her weight and Jeanie looked back making sure she hadn’t disturbed him. 

As she headed towards the door a voice appeared from under the covers, “Sneaking out.”

“I didn’t want to wake you. I’m late for work again and Eric will think I’ve gone AWOL.” Jeanie blushed as he got out of bed and as he put on his trousers. As he walked to the door he covered himself around her

“Let me walk you to work at least,” Jeanie smiled as he kissed her.

“You don’t have to its cold and you must have had a long day yesterday. I just want to say thank you for last night” James looked at her puzzled not quite understanding where thank you fitted in.

“What’s that for it should be me thanking you. I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel like that before. I was very pleasantly surprised,” Jeanie still blushing bit her lip half embarrassed and half intrigued.

“I just needed to say it anyway what does pleasantly surprised mean,” James took her hand and kissed her as he pressed her against the door Jeanie really wanted to stay.

” Please don’t your making this really difficult for me to go,” folding her hands around his waist James kissed her neck.

” I know you have work….but just stay for a little bit longer,” she couldn’t help but want him as his touch had been so gentle and now he was lavishing her with kisses her body had started to betray her once again. Taking time to caress every part of her body resisting him proved very difficult.

“I’ve got to go.......I really have to go, I don’t want to but my family and Eric,” James pulled away and stood in the middle of the room.

“Ok keeping my hands to myself.” Jeanie coiled her hair around the back of her ears and bit her lip again.

As the sun streamed behind him extenuated his physic and Jeanie caught her breath thinking she was in her own fantasy.

” Are you ok.” Jeanie still starring broke her glance.

” I’m sorry….sorry…..Just you are really attractive and it seemed like a perfect moment I’m babbling…ok time to go.”

Before she turned the handle his warm smooth hands caressed her back and shoulders again. Gulping the air down quickly she counted to ten unable to move.

“Stay. Let’s stay in bed and forget about the world.” Jeanie closed her eyes as every touch created an image in her mind. In a tempting thought her jacket fell to the floor and his hands circled the nape of her neck. As his kisses penetrated her skin every cell set alight.

   Pressing her against the door he lifted her hands and placed them into his forcing them against the door. As he gentle caressed her skin with his mouth Jeanie felt lost again in his embrace.

“Let me make love to you.”

“I should have gone when I said.”

“You’re late anyway what’s another hour.” His soft tone rumbled down her spine and with his body pressed firmly against hers she could feel how much he wanted her.

   Spinning her around he cupped her fingers again still pressing her firmly into the door. His lips grazed over hers gently wetting hers with his tongue as he delved deeper. Jeanie breathlessly responded to every request not ever wanting to leave the room.

“James please stop. I can’t” keeping her hands pressed against the door he stepped back halting at her request.

“I know you have to go. I understand doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”

Grabbing her coat Jeanie opened and quickly slipped through and as she leant on the opposite side she wished she was still there.

“I love you.” Hearing his whisper through the door Jeanie set off for work.

With both hands still firmly planted on the frame he could still feel her. As his thoughts betrayed him along with having her with him last night the anticipation of what was next was enough.

   Taking a cigarette off the bedside table he made his to the window on hearing the side door of the pub open he watched Jeanie cross the street following the tracks she made in the newly laden snow.

“I love you!” his voice echoed around the silent street.

   “You’ll freeze.” She could feel his eyes and his hands still on her body and as she moved and further away she felt the intensity of last night melt the snow beneath her feet.

   The embers of his cigarette looked like small clouds floating around the window gathering speed in the frosty air and as he watched her attentively he couldn’t help but hold his breath.

   Desperately wishing he had followed he tried to occupy his mind elsewhere. The problem was he could still smell the vague oily residue around the room and the smell of her skin on the bed.

   Taking the last drag he breathed the smoke out longingly nothing else was going to be able to take his mind away from her today. Standing at the fireplace he stubbed his cigarette out and in doing so the room seemed cold and vacant and without question he missed her.

  Unable to shake himself he sat on the bed reminiscent of the events from last night. As he smoothed his hand against her pillow he started to imagine Jeanie’s soft skin pressed against his body. Every moment ran through his memory as if he was sat watching a replay and he couldn’t help but feel pleasure as every inch of him pricked with excitement.

   He had dreamed of this moment for so long that now it didn’t seem real. She was the one.

She had to be.

   He had walked away from a life that he had known just to be with her and his family had begged him not to go but they didn’t know Jeanie like he did. He had also walked away from a six year relationship and when she had begged him to reconsider he felt nothing. Catherine had never felt like Jeanie.

  Catherine had met James at medical school and she had supported him unquestionably even through his many infidelities. Lying on the bed he could never imagine being with another woman but with Catherine any other woman who took his fancy was his game. The only woman to truly see him was Jeanie.

   Starring at the ceiling he remembered how sex felt with Catherine however that was it, it was just sex. For the first time in six years he had made love. Catherine had never made him react the way Jeanie did and what he couldn’t comprehend was that even now she played on his mind. No other woman had done that.

   Every other woman up to this point had been a conquest an assurance of his dominance and virility. Catherine was never enough to satisfy him however he liked her beauty and how she looked on his arm but that’s all she was a parade pleaser. His father used to scold him regularly telling him woman were not his toys and one day his looks would fade and he would be left empty broken and alone.

With Jeanie he had met his match. No matter how hard he tried to win her over she was always one step ahead. She knew the game he was playing and never cowered when he tried to exert his dominance. Instead she taunted him and scorned him deeply exposing some of the inner insecurities he felt and in all of this she had somehow become his equal. She was the first and last thing he thought about.

   Standing in the bathroom he looked into the mirror examining his reflection and in a way everything felt different. He felt complete.

   Reaching for his shirt the damp collar smelt of her and as he breathed it in he felt alive, free and she had liberated him.

   Putting on his jacket he made his way downstairs and as he reached the old doorway he looked back not wanting to leave his memories behind. She was the gateway to his happiness and all he had to do now was open the door.

   Jim bumbled around the bar busying himself with the morning duties and on noticing Jeanie’s scarf he picked it up waiting for the doctors arrival.

” Good night was it. You know Doc she’s a good girl. You don’t lead girls like that astray.”

  James took hold of his hand and shook it firmly knowing he meant well. Seeing the scarf he took hold of it and wrapped it around him. ” I know Jim that’s why I’m marrying her....” Jim still holding onto his hand smiled happy that hopefully this time she had met a good one.

“Good she deserves a good bloke that one she’s a big presence around here. Heart of solid gold that one like her dad.” James smiled back on hearing Jim’s words. His sentiment seemed to echo his own thoughts.

She definitely was the one.

Chapter 4

Jeanie arrived at the front gate of the factory and as she slid through she bit her lip and smiled ambiguously about her evening’s activities. Sneaking through reception she tried to quietly pass the downstairs office without anyone spotting her. Seeing her antics Eric finished his conversation and started at her almost right away.

“Half past four you were due in young lady it’s quarter past six and you’re due to service the General’s car this morning!” his thick Glaswegian accent made any statement sound like a telling off.

“You’re up to something, I can tell!” with the passing statement he turned and made his way into the downstairs office.

  “Fucking great just what I need a poxy service to start my day with a smile!” Jeanie caught her words as she turned towards the workshop as her morning had been glorious but it was nice to pretend for a change.

   Turning to her toolbox she started to throw things around taking out any unnecessary items she didn’t need. Jeanie’s distaste services began when she was forced to do them by her father the only reason why she continued to do them was because her dad had got the trust of the base and she couldn’t let him down. He had worked so hard for the extra money Jeanie felt obliged to continue just out of courtesy.

   Sitting down on the rickety stool which lay beside an old filing cabinet in the workshop made it easy for the memories to come back. Her dad used to stand pretending to tinker with bits and pieces just so they could talk. They used to spend days locked away perfecting small pieces of equipment so they worked beautifully and in some way it made Jeanie feel warm inside.

  Leaning forward Jeanie felt a pinch in the top of her leg and as she placed her hand in her pocket she took out the engagement ring. It was beautiful and as she slipped it over her finger she shook her head in disgust as her fingers looked like two burnt chipolatas with a sparkly bit thrown in. Scrunching her face she took off the ring,” Mrs J Watson. Jeanie Rutherford Watson….umm think I’ll have to work on that...” Placing the ring back in her pocket she gathered the bits and pieces together and closed the tool box.

  The old van beaten and rusted looked like her old man before he died and as she flung the back door open the creaks and groans sounded like him too. Continuing to fling everything inside she continued to think about her married name. Lost in thought she dropped one of the boxes on the hand and as she danced around the back of the workshop Jeanie looked at the snow. It was deep and treacherous and the cold clung to Jeanie’s clothes like a child to their mother’s apron strings. Negotiating the roads would be difficult but reaching the base in one piece was an adventure she looked forward to.

    The snow had been cleared from the front of the base as she arrived and the security staff looked like tin soldiers frozen to their post. Making her way through the precession she remembered the engagement ring in her pocket and there was no way to conceal it everything would be checked before she was allowed through. Looking around frantically she popped it into her mouth trying to act as natural as she could.

   After the usual checks and being escorted over to the garage Jeanie paid lip service to the private who had escorted her. His constant gripes about her sister had become normal conversation and under the usual circumstances Jeanie would forget to listen. This time he was pissed off and Iris had blown him off over a petty argument. Jeanie couldn’t speak in fear of swallowing the ring; wanting the one-way conversation to be over she nodded politely in all the right places.

“Will you talk to her Jeanie?” Jeanie turned sideways and spat the ring out into her hand, “Yes... Yes course.” smiling graciously to his request the young soldier disappeared from view.

    Jeanie raced to her office deeply happy that she was now on her own she began looking for a hiding place for the ring. Nowhere in the garage seemed to be adequate or do the gem any justice and as she thought out loud she grabbed the chain that was tucked under the layers of clothing. “St Chris…..you’ve saved me before time to do it again,” her dad had bought the chain when she was confirmed and when he died she swore never to take it off.

  Looking at both trinkets together she felt assured that now she was doing the ring justice. Concealing it back under her clothes Jeanie started to feel bad that she had only half listened to the private and she had no idea what she was supposed to say to Iris. Jeanie’s mind wandered she couldn’t concentrate as the feelings from last night sent shivers down her spine. Feeling the bump under her clothes felt strange compared to the flat St Chris and just knowing it was there was a constant distraction. Gazing at the ring on her chain she studied its intricate design and for the first time ever she felt all over the place and unable to focus on one thing for more than five minutes.

  Walking through the yard the wind had began to howl around the open spaces and Jeanie had started to mumble to herself as she always did when she didn’t want to do something she knew she had to. As she got to the car her mumblings had begun to sound louder.

“Talking to yourself is a sign of madness!” it seemed familiar but Jeanie didn’t even move to see who had made the comment. She couldn’t concentrate and the questions had already started to circulate inside her head. “Where will we live?” Does he want children? What the fuck am I doing?????” Taking the oil filter off the questions screamed louder and louder everything was bubbling over and as she placed her hand around the filter she moved it the wrong way.

   Jeanie started to swear knowing it was her fault and as the blood dripped from the deep cut in her palm she slid down the side of the car unable to comprehend her stupidity. Conceding defeat she started to look for a first aid kit but it was inevitable that a plaster wasn’t going to work. Releasing a groan she raised her head towards the sky as she new the only option was making her way around the medical wing and the potential for more lectures than she cared for.

   The walk over seem to take an infinite amount of time and as her hand throbbed the cold had started to creep in and by this point the mumblings had turned into swearing and cursing at anything and everything.  

   Walking through the cold corridors Jeanie had noticed an influx of new recruits and more Americans. The grunts lined the corridors awaiting medical examinations and these poor cold young lads with nothing more than vests and boxers stood in the corridor waiting for a doctor to say, “Cough please.”

   Lines of boys seemed to be misplaced all over the dimly lit corridors it looked more like a boarding school than a base and as Jeanie past her curiosity started to creep forward. As she gazed at the different ends of the lines the worried pale faces at the start and the jovial almost flirtatious end she wondered how relaxed she would feel and whether her reaction would be the same knowing that there was a good possibility of death waiting at the end.

   Jeanie had seen it all on the base and just being around men quite a lot made her familiar with the antics and tactics that most of them used. Smiling again at herself she couldn’t believe she had actually fallen for it.  “Jeanie, Jeanie, you ok?” Liz one of the nurses and a friend to one of her younger sisters had spotted her walking down the corridor.

“Yeah fine jus a small cut on my hand. Did it whilst on a service; I don’t think it’s bad.” Continuing to walk Liz checked Jeanie’s palm.

“It seems quite deep I will get one of the doctors to check you out wait here in this room!”

Liz took her in a small white office which in contrast to the corridors was bright and stark. Jeanie blinked in the light she looked as if she had just emerged from a darkened cave after twenty years and only just discovered electricity. Everything was white, floor, walls, bed and curtains.

   Liz drew the curtain and started clucking like a hen trying to be polite Jeanie tried to listen; however with the speed Liz was talking she found it hard to keep up. The only bit that Jeanie really understood was that the wound would need to be cleaned and in the buzz Jeanie started to take first layer of clothing off. Liz instructed her to sit and obliging Jeanie did as she was told subconsciously she started to swing her legs feeling like she was going for a check up.

  Looking around the room Jeanie stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast her grubby overalls and dirty coat made the room look whiter and it didn’t help with Jeanie’s concentration. As Liz came back for a second time this time she was pushing the contents of a medical tray.

“Right lets clean it up and shall we, your going to have to be more careful. How are Ivy and the new baby? Iris was telling me all about her” before Jeanie had time to speak Liz had already started a new conversation she could talk for Britain and more besides if you let her, “Umm it’s quite deep looks like you will need stitches I will get the Doc and you will be as right as rain.” With that she flirted out from the side of the curtain and disappeared down the hallway. Jeanie looked at her hand and shook her head in disbelief at how fast Liz could walk and talk.    

    Jeanie watched the clock obsessed with the time and unable to stop swinging her legs she counted the seconds by each swing. When fifteen minutes went by her impatience grew and she just wanted finish and go home. Without waiting Jeanie put her coat on.

“James Sorry??” stepping back he seemed shocked to see her.

“What are you doing here?”

Jeanie replied tentatively, “I’m here to service the General’s car. Why are you here?” James pulled the curtain around them,

“I’m the doctor on the barracks!”

“You enlisted then” James looked at her puzzled face knowing she could answer her own question and already satisfying her demand he replied,

“I had no choice there’s a war and I’m needed. Are you ok?”

Jeanie paused looking at her palm, “Silly really not concentrating and cut my hand,” finishing the sentence she began to blush.

” Not concentrating, umm can’t think of any reason why?” James beamed at her response and the fact he had thrown her off guard made him feel at ease.

“No idea I hear it’s a new disease called doctor springing out of the woodwork and asking strange girl to marry them, I believe it’s catching” James laughed looking into Jeanie’s hand and as she winced as he looked deeper inside the cut.

“Needs stitches and tetanus. So does this disease come with symptoms?” giving a coy look he kissed her on the cheek, “I will be back in a minute don’t move!” Jeanie saluted and smiled to herself again.

   James looked very handsome in his uniform and she couldn’t help but think about last night. Questions began to circulate again and again.

Was he mine????? Am I that lucky???

  Jeanie began to count off the endless amounts of positives James threw at her, he’s funny, charming, sensitive, really good at making me feel comfortable and able to find my sarcastic comments quite endearing.

As James arrived back Liz had followed as he looked again at the cut in Jeanie’s hand Liz prepared the injection. Liz was still incessantly talking as usual and unable to see the chemistry which had started to build between doctor and patient.

  Jeanie took interest in how James stitched her hand back together and was impressed at how delicate he was something that was still in the back of her mind from last night. Jeanie smiled to herself and as James looked up he smiled back thinking about the same thing.

  Unaware of the glances Liz began to interrupt the moment, “ Doctor I believe you’re single and new in town, so I believe it’s my duty to show you around and possibly look in on the local dance at the Parish rooms, so what do you say?”

  James didn’t say a word or take his eyes off Jeanie and by this time she was glowing with his advances which where obvious to see. Liz couldn’t help but notice and responded brutally.

“Her, your seeing her! She’s the fat unattractively disgusting engineer from a group of seven sluts for sisters and your turning down me for her!!”   Liz instantly knew her outburst could have her reprimanded but at that point she couldn’t keep it in.

“Nurse I suggest you take you deluded response and minor intellect out of my cubical before you do something you can’t apologise for. Do not speak to her or me in the same way do you understand?”

  Before the door had closed on Liz’s departure James had already sat down and continued to patch up Jeanie’s hand.

“James” Jeanie said with a sympathetic air, “Thank you for defending me and my family but I also have to agree with Liz in some minor details about what you see in me? I know people say it’s not just about looks it’s personality but I only have one is that going to be enough?”

   James continued to bandage her hand “I need to give you the tetanus please drop your trousers and bend over the bed” the flirtatious innuendo at the start of the conversation had dramatically disappeared as he spoke and without a quiver of humour Jeanie did as he said. After the injection she fastened and adjusted herself and without conversation and moved gingerly towards the door.

Standing James moved quickly before Jeanie could slide around the corner and disappear.

“Where do you think your going?” he closed the door gently coaxing her back into the room.

“Back to work” James looked at her unable to comprehend why she would agree to a petty minded nurse.

“Take a seat back on the bed I haven’t finished.” Jeanie again did as she was told.