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S through Z › Tru Calling
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,699
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Just Relax
Title: Just Relax
Pairing: Tru Davies/Jack Harper (from Tru Calling
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU in the second season, episode ‘Grace,’ after Tru is arrested for the murder of the doctor, she runs off in handcuffs. What if Harrison hadn’t found her first?
Tru Davies ran down the street, police officers hot on her trial. She turned, ducked and checked behind her. She had lost them. Tru ran until she found an empty alley, stopping again to check.
“Close,” she murmured to herself, and she bent down, trying to pull her handcuffed hands in front of her.
“Oh, Tru,” a familiar voice said. Tru looked up and saw Jack, that disgusting smirk on his face. She glared at him, and backed away slightly.
“Thanks a lot, Jack,” she spat, the sarcasm whipping up to hit him. He pouted slightly, and watched as she sat down, finally able to get her hands in front of her. “Get out of my way,” she said, scrambling to her feet and pushing past him. Jack gripped her arm, and pulled her back.
“You know,” he said, an air of haughtiness about him, “Those handcuffs look great on you.” Tru elbowed him hard, but Jack flung her into the alley wall. She groaned, shaking her head ready for another attack. But just as she focused on Jack, his lips had touched hers. Stunned, she floundered, feeling his tongue probing for access. She wrenched away, only to be stopped by Jack’s arm once again.
“Let go,” she hissed, “I have a life to save.” Jack made a tsking noise, and shook his head.
“No,” he replied mildly, “You don’t.” He grabbed her arm again, and wheeled her out into the street, and toward a parked car.
“What are you doing?” Tru gasped, trying to break free of him, but not going anywhere. He stopped at the car and popped the trunk. She saw a vial, and syringe, and realized what was going to happen. She began writhing, kicking, trying to punch him with her handcuffed hands. Jack pressed her into the side of the car, and grabbed the syringe. In one motion, the needle was in her neck, and the liquid pumped into her blood.
“I’m kidnapping you, Tru,” he said, as her vision wavered, “And I think we need to have a little talk.” Tru struggled feebly and then everything went black. Jack smiled and picked her up, and placing her in the back seat. He slammed the trunk, and then got in the driver’s side.
“Well, Tru,” Jack asked the unconscious date, “Your place or mine?” He waited a second, and smiled, “Alright, mine.”
* * *
Tru woke up, a slight pain in her neck. She tried to sit up and found that she was handcuffed to the head bars of a bed. She struggled slightly, and then realized her legs were also tied down, and she was naked, spread eagled on a bed.
“Oh no,” she groaned. She pulled again, and then noticed someone had just walked in. Jack gave her that trademark smirk, and let his gaze travel freely down her body.
“Oh, Tru,” he sighed, “To think I found you like this, there is only one option for me.” Tru stiffened as she saw Jack begin to unbutton his shirt, and toss it carelessly to the floor. He then began to unbuckle his pants, slowly, teasing her.
“Stop it,” she said, her voice shaking with fear, “Stop it, Jack, why are you doing this?” Jack let his pants fall to the floor, and Tru closed her eyes, just after seeing his fully naked form.
“Tru,” he said, and she felt his weight on the bed, his hands on her hips, and a hard organ in between her legs. “Look at me Tru,” he said, and she opened her eyes. Hate and rage filled her gaze, and Jack wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Good girl,” he said. In one swift motion he was inside of her. Tru gasped, arching her back into him.
“No,” she whispered, “No, Jack, stop it.” Jack tsked again, and began to thrust hard, in and out, not giving her a moment to adjust. He cupped her breast, and kissed her neck, sucking hard, and biting. Tru moaned, as one hand drifted to her clit. She jerked as he played with it, and suddenly, she came hard, a scream escaping her lips.
“Good Tru,” Jack whispered, with few final thrusts, he spilled himself into her. He got off of her, and went back to his clothes.
“Jack I still need to finish my job,” Tru said, her voice raspy. Jack dressed himself, and then walked over to Tru.
“That might not happen, Tru,” Jack said, “I might just keep you here all night, then in the morning, you will be here, and if there is a rewind, we can just keep having fun.”
“No,” Tru whispered, “Jack, come back, JACK!” He didn’t turn from her, and walked out the door, not bothering to lock it behind him.
Pairing: Tru Davies/Jack Harper (from Tru Calling
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU in the second season, episode ‘Grace,’ after Tru is arrested for the murder of the doctor, she runs off in handcuffs. What if Harrison hadn’t found her first?
Tru Davies ran down the street, police officers hot on her trial. She turned, ducked and checked behind her. She had lost them. Tru ran until she found an empty alley, stopping again to check.
“Close,” she murmured to herself, and she bent down, trying to pull her handcuffed hands in front of her.
“Oh, Tru,” a familiar voice said. Tru looked up and saw Jack, that disgusting smirk on his face. She glared at him, and backed away slightly.
“Thanks a lot, Jack,” she spat, the sarcasm whipping up to hit him. He pouted slightly, and watched as she sat down, finally able to get her hands in front of her. “Get out of my way,” she said, scrambling to her feet and pushing past him. Jack gripped her arm, and pulled her back.
“You know,” he said, an air of haughtiness about him, “Those handcuffs look great on you.” Tru elbowed him hard, but Jack flung her into the alley wall. She groaned, shaking her head ready for another attack. But just as she focused on Jack, his lips had touched hers. Stunned, she floundered, feeling his tongue probing for access. She wrenched away, only to be stopped by Jack’s arm once again.
“Let go,” she hissed, “I have a life to save.” Jack made a tsking noise, and shook his head.
“No,” he replied mildly, “You don’t.” He grabbed her arm again, and wheeled her out into the street, and toward a parked car.
“What are you doing?” Tru gasped, trying to break free of him, but not going anywhere. He stopped at the car and popped the trunk. She saw a vial, and syringe, and realized what was going to happen. She began writhing, kicking, trying to punch him with her handcuffed hands. Jack pressed her into the side of the car, and grabbed the syringe. In one motion, the needle was in her neck, and the liquid pumped into her blood.
“I’m kidnapping you, Tru,” he said, as her vision wavered, “And I think we need to have a little talk.” Tru struggled feebly and then everything went black. Jack smiled and picked her up, and placing her in the back seat. He slammed the trunk, and then got in the driver’s side.
“Well, Tru,” Jack asked the unconscious date, “Your place or mine?” He waited a second, and smiled, “Alright, mine.”
* * *
Tru woke up, a slight pain in her neck. She tried to sit up and found that she was handcuffed to the head bars of a bed. She struggled slightly, and then realized her legs were also tied down, and she was naked, spread eagled on a bed.
“Oh no,” she groaned. She pulled again, and then noticed someone had just walked in. Jack gave her that trademark smirk, and let his gaze travel freely down her body.
“Oh, Tru,” he sighed, “To think I found you like this, there is only one option for me.” Tru stiffened as she saw Jack begin to unbutton his shirt, and toss it carelessly to the floor. He then began to unbuckle his pants, slowly, teasing her.
“Stop it,” she said, her voice shaking with fear, “Stop it, Jack, why are you doing this?” Jack let his pants fall to the floor, and Tru closed her eyes, just after seeing his fully naked form.
“Tru,” he said, and she felt his weight on the bed, his hands on her hips, and a hard organ in between her legs. “Look at me Tru,” he said, and she opened her eyes. Hate and rage filled her gaze, and Jack wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Good girl,” he said. In one swift motion he was inside of her. Tru gasped, arching her back into him.
“No,” she whispered, “No, Jack, stop it.” Jack tsked again, and began to thrust hard, in and out, not giving her a moment to adjust. He cupped her breast, and kissed her neck, sucking hard, and biting. Tru moaned, as one hand drifted to her clit. She jerked as he played with it, and suddenly, she came hard, a scream escaping her lips.
“Good Tru,” Jack whispered, with few final thrusts, he spilled himself into her. He got off of her, and went back to his clothes.
“Jack I still need to finish my job,” Tru said, her voice raspy. Jack dressed himself, and then walked over to Tru.
“That might not happen, Tru,” Jack said, “I might just keep you here all night, then in the morning, you will be here, and if there is a rewind, we can just keep having fun.”
“No,” Tru whispered, “Jack, come back, JACK!” He didn’t turn from her, and walked out the door, not bothering to lock it behind him.