Fallen Between

Ignoring Warnings

He finds himself falling asleep. Waking up there is bright a sweet smell in the air as he climbs out of bed. Walking to the bathroom, he steps in the shower. Tonight will be hard: sitting there and making Melodie submit to him, knowing he will end it all and break her heart soon. He gets out, wrapping the towel around his waist. As he opens the door, Melodie is stood waiting.

Standing, she smiles, her hips swaying as she does.

"Pancakes are ready." She gently licks her lips before biting down. Jax's eyes close as he hears her move. His body tenses before he hears her walking downstairs. His body relaxes as he rushes back in the room and gets dressed. Walking down, he stands at the kitchen door, his head shaking.

"Put some clothes on, Melodie." He walks over and grabs food, his eyes looking over her body.

"Which would you like to see me wear, Master? The strappy leather and body paint, or the hot spiked bra?"

Jax sighs in frustration. He hates brats. Okay, that's a lie. He loves them, but he hates Melodie being such a brat.

"If you want me to choose, brat, I would say naked so watch your mouth."

Melodie nods and sits down. "No, in all honestly, what do I wear, Jax? Do I wear what I normally would?"

He looks at her and shakes his head. "I will bring you something to wear, baby, and no makeup at all. I mean it, Melodie. You can bite my arse off all you want but no make-up. It is too soon. No one would believe I agreed to you being my submissive if you won't follow simple rules."

She screws her face up at him. No makeup, that sucks.

"So, what can you tell me about downstairs, Jax?"

He laughs and shakes his head. "Think about it, baby. You know the lifestyle, or so you play and pretend like you do. Like upstairs but with windows in the rooms and a big room with seating areas. Those that go down there agree to extreme activities, Melodie. We could be having a conversation and a Mistress just suddenly plays with her pet in front of you. No rules in regards to what you can do outside of the rooms, other than permission to touch others and stick to their contracts with their submissives."

Melodie nods. He really isn't telling her much, not enough to prepare her. "And us? What will we do?"

Jax winks at her. "You will see, baby. I will drop off your clothes while you're at the office. I will be back at around 6 to pick you up and go there. Afterwards, I guess if things go well, you can go to Starlight Lounge and dance."

Melodie nods, smiling. She is crazy and she knows it. Part of her agreed to be Ethan's dancer for the case, yet a big portion agreed purely to be on stage and feel the thrill.

Jax walks out, not looking back at her. Driving to a small bar, he sits down. He watches as Dexter walks in and sits down.

"Just me, so make it quick. Lucas won't be happy you have us moved from our positions, Jax." No, he won't, but he needs backup for Melodie that Lucas won't complain at.

"Oh man, you have a f*****g death wish! You f****d her, didn't you?"

Jax looks up and laughs, his head shaking.

"Not yet." He rolls his eyes at himself and shakes his head. "I can't believe these f*****g words are coming out of my mouth, and if you laugh, that glass will be across you damn head, Dex." Jax watches as he nods.

"I need back up. God, I need help with Melodie before she finds herself tied up in some crate somewhere." Dexter's mouth tightens, fighting back the laughter. "Don't. She's f*****g wild, Dexter, and if I tell Lucas what is going on this mission is f****d because he will kill Ethan regardless of anything else. I found her at the business walking into a room with him. I carried her arse home, then found him at her house. And to top it off, I was sat in Starlight Lounge and who other than the lovely Melodie is on the stage shaking her arse." Jax rubs his head. He can't be with her twenty-four-seven.

"So, she's kicking off and proving she's a big girl to get your attention, Jax. Grow up and accept it, make a move or forget her."

Jax looks at Dex, frustrated. "She’s undercover, Dex, with the local police force. She's their bait. She put herself in the firing line and she refuses to walk away. Dale, the guy who put her there, he ain't going to remove her anytime soon." So, he has to agree, has to play a game with her in the hopes it saves her.

"Tell Lucas, Jax, just call and tell him."

He should, but that will hurt Melodie and he has already done that enough to last a lifetime.

"Under the thumb. Don't tell Lucas then. What is your plan, Jax, and what do you want from us?" He sits and explains the plan, watching the terror show on Dex's face. Yeah, he is just pushing her further into danger and he knows it.

"Lucas will kill you. Just be aware of that, Jax. You're a dead man walking right now."

Jax nods and laughs. "I was a dead man walking years ago when I risked even thinking about Melodie like that, so adding this s**t on and me f*****g her to get what we need isn't changing shit." It isn't, not in his eyes.

"Where have you been, Jax? Lucas knows. He knows about you two and your stupid fights. He knows she cried every time you left on a mission. He knows, given half a chance, you two would be together if you weren't so stubborn. I meant you’re a dead man walking for agreeing and letting her do this."

He feels his shoulders shrug. "I won't hurt her again. She made a point of making me aware I have done that every time I stopped her or told Lucas. I can't do it again."

Dex nods. Sitting, they figure out a plan so Melodie is never alone, even if it is someone sat outside in a van watching the house. Getting up, he walks out. The whole day has gone talking with Dex. He walks into the shop and grabs the clothes.

Driving to Melodie’s, he walks inside. Melodie is sat at the table laughing. Walking towards the kitchen he expects to see Lucas. He must have got home early. As he opens the door he looks across the table at Ethan. Melodie is still laughing. His hand throws the bag onto Melodie’s lap.

"Get dressed." Melodie looks at him then back to Ethan, before nodding and walking out.

Jax sits down facing Ethan, or rather Carlos.

"I came by to find out where I stand on my best dancer, that is all. She is not someone I want to lose. The customers love her."

Jax clenches his jaw, his fists tightening under the table. "She is working for you. I have to sit and watch her while she does though. If not me, then someone I know. If you can't agree then she isn't coming back. Her father's orders. Take it or leave it."

Ethan nods. "Fine by me. Just don't expect anything free, dances or drinks." He gets up and walks out. Jax hears the sound of the front door closing as he stands up and throws the table over.