After everyone had left, Jack and I went straight to picking up everything, making sure that the place was somewhat clean before we left tomorrow to see our parents. It would be weird spending a Holiday with my dad, but at least now we were on better terms.

Jack was taking out some trash while I finished up the dishes. All night I could tell he wanted more answers from me about the whole 'not going on tour' thing. I was hoping he'd be happy that I would be joining them eventually. And it's not like I'm lying...just...not telling the whole truth as to why. I also didn't want to ruin the holiday for him by telling him it all right now, but I was worried now that he was over stressing about it anyway, and that's my job right now.

When he came back, we decided to climb into bed immediately, but turned on the t.v. in our room to watch lame specials for a bit. We were snuggled up together, my head on his chest, Bailey actually in her bed in the corner already asleep.

After awhile of me getting sidetracked from watching whatever movie was on, and instead being interested in the patterns I was tracing on Jack's hand. He still hasn't said anything, but the last thing we needed was for it to end up being blown out cause we're both keeping it in and letting the pressure build. Sighing, I sat up and looked at him.

“Jack,” He scrunched his brow at me, probably why I was suddenly interrupting the show. “I know you're upset about the not going on tour thing, but it's only for two of the six months.”
“I know, but you're hiding the reason why, that's what I'm rally upset about.” He said, pouting brought on. “I think I have an idea though.”
“Look, I'm honestly not telling you for a good reason, okay? Just trust me on this.” I assured, but Jack mumbled something.
“You're not pregnant, right?”
“What? No!” I practically yelled. “Oh God, no. Of course I'm not.”
“And it's not because you're planning on ditching out on the wedding?” He asked, suddenly a lot more sad looking.
“Why would I ever do that?” I sighed, and laid my head into the crook of his neck. “I want this as much as you too, you know.”
“...so it's the anxiety, isn't it?” He whispered, and I just nodded. “I though we talked about this.”
“I know you're not going to do anything,” I mumbled into his neck. “I just can't help the weird feeling I get, okay? I really can't, just like you can't help the way you are either. Just give me time, it might not even be two months.”
“I just want you there.” Jack whined, burying his nose in my hair.
“You don't I want to be? Cause I do. Tour is a blast, and I'm usually really excited to go back, but this time is different, we both know it is. It's not like I'm going be here just avoiding you. There is things I need to do here real quick.” I pulled away and lightly grabbed Jack face to make him look at me. “But I will come to tour eventually, and this kind of thing will never happen again. Okay? Just one time. I promise.”

Jack nodded as his reply and it was quiet for a moment, before he reached to turn off the t.v. and laid us back into bed. I didn't feel any better out of this conversation then I did getting in. Something told me Jack was still really upset about the idea, and now that he knew for sure it was just me, I'm betting that made it worse.

The next morning, we were too busy getting ready to head to our parents' to really bring up last night again, which I was really thankful for.

Once we got there, with the presents and Bailey on tow, Joyce answered the door happily giving up both hugs and kisses. My dad was cooking in the kitchen.

“You guys can set your presents under the tree, and brunch should be ready soon.” She said as we all walked in. “How was your guys' get together yesterday?”
“Alex totally took the best present ever from me.” I complained, “I hate playing Dirty Santa.”
“Just cause you suck at the game.” Jack laughed, “At least we didn't get our own gifts back.”
“What did you two buy for the game?”Joyce asked, and Jack shut up.
“Trust me,” I laughed. “You don't wanna know. Just know Jack picked them out.”
“That explains so much.” She sighed dramatically and Jack whined.
“Mom!”

The rest of the day went by really smoothly. Jack and I still had our own presents to give each other at home, but here our parents had things ready for us as we did for them. Jack and I banded togetehr to get not only a gift basket of goodies from his mom's favorite perfume shop, but a spa day for her as well at some place in the mall. Jack bought dad new grilling equipment and I had made him a scrap book of photos of all our tours put together with some silly captions next to them and a gift card to this car parts shop so he could fix up his old truck. Jack got a gift card to his favorite local music shop from my dad, and Joyce bought us both matching sweaters. Which of course we put on immediately. I got an external hard drive for my laptop from my dad, since he knew I had so many different files to take care of, and Joyce got me a simple pearl pendant necklace, and she gave Jack some new dunks. It was a pretty nice day.

When we finally left to go back home, the ride turned quiet after a bit. Jack and I had ran out of things to talk about and the tension was starting to come back. Thankfully, the remainder of the ride was only about five minutes, which mean we could go through our own present and I had something special planned for the night.

“I'm going to grab that wine we bought for tonight.” I stated as we walked in. “Wanna get the presents ready?”
“We only got each other one thing.” Jack rolled his eyes. “But sure.”
“Great.” I skipped off, and pulled out the bottle, opening it, and pouring out two glasses once I finally reached the damn things. Dammit Jack for putting them on the top shelf.

I came out to the living-room, finding Jack seated on the ground, his present already in his lap. I handed him his glasses and sat down across from him, mimicking the way he was sitting and grabbing my own box.

“Ready?” He asked.
“Ready.” I chirped.
“3, 2....1 go!”

We both ripped our gifts open, neither of us knew what the other got so it was a frenzy to see what it was. When I looked at mine, I was really confused, it was Guitar Lesson's book. I looked up and saw Jack smiling.

“I figured you should probably learn an instrument,” He explained. “Plus it would give me an excuse to have you in my lap while we 'practiced.'”
“Cute.” I said, smiling back. It was an adorable idea. “I love it.”
“Great, now explain what I'm looking at.”

Jack's gift is called a 'Vanilla Bondage.' It comes with four scented silk ropes that are long enough to be tied to bed posts and still leave someone in the middle of the bed possible, and a matching also scented blindfold. The only thing confusing Jack was, all these things were hidden inside the container that kind of look like an ice cream small tub. I chuckled, and made the motion of opening it. Jack pouted, and started opening it. As he did that, I discreetly started to slip out of my shirt. Once that was off, I stood up in time for Jack to look back at me from the now opened container with knowing eyes.

“Ember,” He growled out playfully. “What are you wearing?”

I giggled, not answering him as I unbuttoned my pants. It had been so uncomfortable under my clothes all day. I was wearing a matching lingerie set, that was red and white for the holiday of course. As I rolled down my jeans, Jack sucked in a breath. I was wearing red stockings, attached to a garter belt set all with white trimmings. The panties were see-through, as was the matching bra.

“You have no idea how hard it was to hide this.” I smiled, and Jack stood up.
“Glad you did,” He mumbled, walking over to me. “Cause I would have jumped you at our parents.”
“Not if I'd beat you to it.”

Jack seemed put off by the statement and I took the moment to literally jump him. Legs wrapped around his waist and arms tugging his hair I pulled out lips together for a bruising kiss. Jack managed to catch up quickly, grabbing my thighs and over-taking dominance of the kiss before I managed to get too carried away. I not-so-subtly moved my hips against him, making his groan. I only moved faster as I felt a buldge form against me. After a bit, Jack threw my on the sofa, probably ready to get hot and heavy right there, but I pushed his shoulders.

“There's another surprise upstairs.” I breathed, and Jack shuddered.
“What else could you have possible gotten for this?”

“Grab the... ice cream container. And I'll show you.” I said, slipping out from under him and slowly walking upstairs. Jack stairs after me for a minute, but once I managed to get up a couple of steps, I heard him scramble for the bondage set to follow me.

Notes

I couldn't resist this. Okay?