A/N : Certain parts of this chapter is borderline Rated M. Seriously, it's a fine thread that separates it from being smut. Apologies...I tried to keep it as clean as I can. Hope it's not too explicit for young readers.

CHAPTER ELEVEN – The Right Kind Of Wrong

Jillian fluttered her eyes open as she slowly woke up in her bed. She sighed contentedly, feeling energized after a good night's sleep. It had been a while since her body felt rested like that. She instantly froze when she felt someone moving right beside her. She turned her head to find Jeremy slowly stirring right beside her...naked. He grumbled softly while he draped his arm on her waist, pulling her body tighter into his, as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, and went right back to sleep.

What the hell happened last night? Jillian rattled her brain for some answers.

Then, she remembered. She had another bad attack of those killer headaches back at the pub. Jeremy found her in the bathroom, and they started making out. And then...oh. Jillian scoffed and smacked herself on the forehead, rubbing her hand furiously on her face, when she recalled the rest of her transgressions as the night progressed. She turned to Jeremy again. The younger man looked so sweet and innocent while he slept. She couldn't believe that she had used the boy for sex, just so she can make herself feel better. She was used to casual sex, when there was no feelings involved. Somehow, with Jeremy, she knew that wasn't the case this time.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her cellphone buzzed from her night stand. She slowly extricated herself from Jeremy's embrace, careful not to wake him up, and retrieved her phone without getting out of bed. Jeremy stirred again, maneuvering himself deeper into the covers. Jillian looked at her phone's screen to see who was calling her this early in the morning.

"Hello, Stanley?" she whispered. "Yeah...I'm ready..." she said, as she felt Jeremy moving underneath the covers. "No, there's nothing wrong with my voice. I'm saving it for later...for the audition," she continued, as she stifled a gasped when she felt Jeremy's tongue come out to play. "Yes..." she said breathlessly. "I'll be there," she added, as she muffled a moan by biting into her knuckle. She felt Jeremy's tongue dipping into her navel. She said a quick goodbye to Stanley, before abruptly hanging up the phone.

"Who was that? Boyfriend?" Jeremy mumbled, as he continued to kiss her stomach.

"Agent," Jillian answered, while she enjoyed the attention Jeremy was paying her body.

"Good," Jeremy said, as his tongue lapped into her right nipple, causing her to shiver. "What time is your audition?"

"Not till a few hours from now," Jillian was interrupted by her own moan. "Jeremy...about last night-" she stammered.

"It was incredible," Jeremy mumbled in between kisses.

"It was a mistake," Jillian told him, as she struggled to catch her breath. Jeremy's mouth was driving her insane.

"You didn't sound too regretful last night," he reminded her, as he continued to kiss her body.

"Jeremy," she sighed. "You just came home with me...a woman that you barely know. And we had sex..."

"Lots of sex," Jeremy added playfully.

"You have no idea who I am," she repeated. "I can be a psycho killer for all you know!"

"You don't look like a psycho killer to me," Jeremy chuckled.

"Of course I don't! If all psycho killers looked like psycho killers, they'd never do any psycho-killing!" Jillian groaned.

"Well...I was kinda hoping you'd have second thoughts about kicking me out of your bed and murdering me, considering how many times I made you come last night," Jeremy said, as he suckled into her left breast. "We have a few hours, you said? We can make a LOT of mistakes in a few hours."

"Listen..." Jillian said, struggling to put a coherent thought together.

"No, you listen," Jeremy told her. "I blew your mind last night...amongst other body parts," he said with a playful smile, before leaving a trail of kisses on the side of her neck. "And that scares you. But you don't have to be afraid...not when it comes to me."

"Jeremy...you seem like a really nice boy-" Jillian shuddered as he gripped her thighs to spread her legs open.

"Jillian?" Jeremy said.

"Hmmm...?" she moaned when she felt him line himself up against her core.

"Shut up," Jeremy whispered, before pressing a demanding kiss into her lips.

"Unfh!" Jillian gasped into his mouth, stifling a scream when he slid himself inside of her.

A few hours later, Jillian was inside a cab on her way to her audition, when her cellphone rang. She smiled at the familiar ringtone, before she quickly answered.

"Hello, Jack..." she singsonged into her phone.

"Jill?" Jackson replied. "What the heck happened to you last night? You just disappeared."

"Uhm...yeah, I wasn't feeling well," she told him, contemplating on whether or not to tell her best friend what really happened.

"You okay now? Your audition's today-" Jack worriedly inquired.

"I'm good...I'm alright...I'm fine," Jillian stammered her reply.

"Okaaay... So...how did you get home last night?" Jack asked curiously.

"Jeremy...took me home," Jillian mumbled.

"Oh," Jack said, realizing what Jill was trying to tell him, without exactly telling him. "Oh, no..."

"Oh, no...what?" Jill panicked.

"You slept with him," Jackson deducted.

"Uhm...yeah," Jill said softly. "In all fairness, Jack...it was it best 'sleep' I've had in ages!"

"Jillian..." Jack said in a scolding tone.

"I couldn't help it, okay?" Jill whispered guiltily. "He took me home. He walked me to my door. Next thing I know, we were naked on my kitchen floor!"

"You had sex with him on your kitchen floor?" she could hear Jack almost choking.

"On the kitchen floor. Against the wall. Against the bedroom door. On the floor of my bedroom..." Jill enumerated. "Eventually, we made it to the bed at around midnight. Then, in the shower this morning-" she went on.

"Okay, that's waaay more than I needed to know," Jack grumbled on the other line. "What happened to him being 'too young' for you?"

"I don't get it either, Jack," she confessed. "He's not my type. You've seen my type, and he is sooooo NOT my type," she reminded him. "But, Jeremy...his kisses seemed to silence all the voices in my head when he kisses me. And he makes my headaches go away with the way he works my body-"

"Okay! TMI, Jill!" Jack yelled. "I'm gonna hang up now!"

"Wait..." Jill said. "Wish me luck?"

"You're not the kind of woman who needs any luck," Jack chuckled. "Good luck," he whispered sweetly, before hanging up the phone.

Jeremy headed straight home after leaving Jillian's apartment. He quickly proceeded to his room, when he ran into Elena by the stairway. His sister eyed his appearance and raised an eyebrow.

"Walk of shame much?" Elena asked teasingly.

"Don't you have classes today?" Jeremy retorted.

"Not till later," she answered. "Don't you?"

"Not till later," Jeremy replied, mimicking his sister's voice. He weaved his way past Elena, and went inside his room.

His sister quickly followed him before he closed the door. "So...you and 'Jillian'?" Elena pressed playfully.

"None of your business!" Jeremy scoffed.

"That bad, huh?" Elena joked.

"NO! It was amazing. She was amazing, just like the way she was..." Jeremy struggled to get the words out. "And..." he frustratedly ran his hands all over his hair.

"You were hoping that she would remember..." Elena finished the sentence for him. The look on Jeremy's face said everything. "She didn't remember?"

"She didn't remember," Jeremy confirmed her assumption. He sighed, as he slumped his body into his bed.

"Oh, Jer..." Elena sighed sympathetically.

"I'm not giving up, Elena," Jeremy said with conviction. "I don't care what I have to do. I won't give up until she gets her memories back."

Jeremy tried calling Jillian and left her a dozen messages, but she didn't return any of them. It was a few days later when he saw her again. It was late in the afternoon, back at the pub.

"Hi," Jeremy whispered.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Jillian regarded him with a look of annoyance, as she pulled her coat on tighter.

"Will you quit doing that? I'm not a little kid!" Jeremy grumbled. "I think I've pretty much proven that a few nights ago, when I made you-"

"Oh, my God!" Jillian exclaimed. "Shut up!" she silenced him, as she pulled him into the kitchen door and inside Jackson's office.

Jackson looked up from his desk and raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you two?"

"Ask Jillian! She was the one who dragged me in here," Jeremy grumbled.

"I was stopping you from making a scene!" Jillian exclaimed.

"Will you excuse us?" Jeremy told Jackson.

"You're kicking me out of my own office?" Jack asked incredulously. "Okay...it's not like I do any real work around here or anything," he said mockingly.

"Whoa...somebody's grumpy today," Jillian noticed.

"I am NOT-" Jack scoffed, before he was interrupted by a soft knock on his door.

"Hey," Elena greeted sweetly.

"Hey back," Jack whispered in return, his expression immediately softening.

"I'm sorry...were you busy?" Elena asked apologetically.

"No...no..." Jackson shook his head. He quickly approached her. "I always have time for you."

"What?" Jill scoffed. "SHE doesn't get any grumpiness? So not fair!"

"Well...she's hot!" Jack quickly replied.

"Awww," Elena said, before wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a kiss on his lips.

"Mmmm..." Jack moaned, as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth.

"Ahem," Jillian cleared her throat.

"Get a room," Jeremy added.

Jackson pulled away slightly, making Elena groan from the sudden loss of contact. "We ARE in a room," Jack told the two. "Last time I checked, this was still MY office," Jack reminded them.

"That can wait," Jillian said, separating Jack from Elena before the two could kiss again. "I need a favor," she told Jack.

"Ugh!" Jackson grumbled in frustration. "And you need it NOW?"

"Yes," Jillian replied. "I need you to call Stanley," she told him, as she handed him the phone.

"Stanley? Stanley the Shark? Your agent Stanley?" Jack clarified.

"Yes," Jillian answered. "Today's the day I find out whether I got the part or not."

"I don't get it. Why can't you call him?" Jack asked.

"I'm too nervous," Jill replied. "Please,Jack..." she begged. "This is my last shot. If I don't get this part, I'm sooo totally giving up."

"You're too talented to give up," Elena chimed in.

"Honey, if you've been through as much rejection as I have been, you'd be singing a different tune," Jill told Elena. "So...I made a promise to myself that if I don't get the lead, I'm gonna move to a faraway country. I'm leaning towards Brazil."

Jeremy's eyes bugged out after Jillian took her coat off. Elena gasped once she saw her friend's attire. It was a bit risqué. It was a caftan mini-dress that barely reached the middle of her thigh. And it was made of a mesh fabric, so anyone can see through that she was wearing a red and white striped string bikini with a triangle halter top that barely covered her breasts.

"What the heck are you wearing?" Jackson yelled.

"It's a dress," Jillian replied.

"According to who?" Jackson was obviously irked. He tried to cover her body up again with her coat.

Jillian slapped his hands away. "Betsy Johnson!"

"Nice..." Jeremy stammered. "Looks good on you."

Elena chuckled as Jackson rolled his eyes at Jeremy. "Where the hell is the rest of it?" Jack asked Jill. "Is there fabric shortage in the world that I didn't know about?"

"I'm dressed for Rio!" Jillian yelled.

"You're not moving to Brazil!" Jack shouted back.

"We'll see..." Jillian retorted. "Just give Stanley a call, will you please?" she asked in a lighter tone.

"Fine! Give me the number," Jackson said. He quickly dialed the number that Jillian gave him. He waited as he waited for the other line to pick up. "Hello, Stanley? This is Jackson Crow...Jillian's friend..." There was a brief pause. "She wanted me to call you. Did they call you with the results?" he asked, followed by another pause. Jack nodded his head from time to time. "Uh huh. Yeah, I'm still here. Okay. Got it. I'll let her know. Thanks, Stanley. Bye now," he concluded, still with a straight face.

Jillian, along with Jeremy and Elena, looked at him expectantly.

"Well? The suspense is killing me!" Jillian asked him urgently.

"You better sit down," Jack said with a serious face.

"What is it?" Jillian asked, while Jack led her to the sofa.

Jackson's serious expression slowly dissolved into a smile. "Jill...you got the part! You're the female lead for AIDA!"

Jeremy whooped and pulled Jillian into a hug, while Elena sighed in relief and congratulated her friend.

Jillian regained her poise as soon as she recovered from her shock. "Jackson, get me the finest champagne and caviar in the land! We are going to celebrate!" she announced dramatically.

"Yeah..no. How about I go and get us some wine and cheese...and you will still like it," Jackson told her.

"That'll do," Jill said, the grin never leaving her face.

"I'll come with you," Elena told Jack, before they both exited the office.

Jackson went into the cellar and got a bottle of the finest vintage Riesling from his private collection. One of the staff handed Elena a platter of sliced triple crème Brie and blue blend that Jackson had asked for. Together, Jack and Elena proceeded to return to the office.

"Huh..." Jack said, while he fiddled with the door knob.

"What?" Elena asked.

"That's funny...I don't remember locking the door," Jackson replied, as he tried to open the door again.

Elena was about to say something, when they heard a commotion from the inside of the office.

"Ohhhhhh..." they heard Jillian moan loudly.

Jackson slammed his eyes shut, sighed and shook his head. Slowly, he sat the wine and the cheese down on a cart nearby, and turned to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Elena asked Jack, gently grabbing his hand to stop him.

Jack sighed again. "I'm gonna go shopping for a new sofa," he told Elena. "I have a feeling I'm gonna have to burn that old one after today."

Elena chuckled, and softly pressed a hand to his cheek. "Don't be silly...just leave it to me," she said to him, before turning away and began knocking loudly at the door. "Great Aunt Myrtle in a mumu!" she yelled loud enough for Jeremy to hear. She turned her attention back to Jack. "I don't give a crap if you're the horniest human being on the planet. That image burned into your skull will kill anyone's libido," she giggled softly.

Not long after, the door swung open, with Jeremy hurriedly tucking his shirt inside his pants. "Not nice, sister," he glared at Elena.

"Don't care, little brother," Elena snorted in response.

Jillian suddenly came out of the office, pulling her coat tightly against her body. "So...I-I...forgot...I needed to be somewhere...to do...something!" she stammered, as she pulled Jeremy by the wrist.

"Yeah..." Jeremy agreed, clearing his throat. He zipped up his jacket, with Jillian's bikini bottom sticking out of the pocket, unnoticed only by him. "We'll be leaving now," he announced.

"Let's go," Jillian growled impatiently, as she yanked him towards the exit.

Jackson exhaled loudly as he watched the pair hurriedly walk away. "I'm gonna be needing some intensive therapy to get that out of my head."

Elena gently turned his head to face her. She gave him a sultry look, as she gently steered him inside the office, kissing him lightly on the lips. She was about to close the door, when Jack stopped her.

"Wait," Jack said. He stepped out of the office for a bit. He went back to the cart and grabbed the bottle of Reisling and two glasses with one hand, and the platter of sliced Brie on the other. He turned to Elena and smile. "Now, we're ready." He quickly shut the door with his foot.

He sat the wine, the glasses and the cheese platter down on the nearby coffee table. He opened the bottle, poured it into a glass and handed it to Elena, then did the same thing for himself.

"Our dates seems to always be inside your office. You really want me all to yourself, don't you?" Elena teased him.

"Well...can you blame me?" Jack said, as he fed her a slice of Brie with his hands.

"Mmm," Elena moaned softly, as she tasted the cheese in her mouth. Then, she playfully nibbled on Jack's fingers, licking them clean. "Thanks," she whispered seductively.

Jack held his breath, as he stared into her delectable mouth. "You're welcome," he replied breathlessly. "It's the least I could do...after you saved my sofa."

Elena giggled. She took her glass, along with Jack's, and sat them on the coffee table. She draped her arm around his neck and pulled him closer. "You wanna thank me properly? Then, kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am," Jack replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning in to press his lips against hers.

As the kiss grew more demanding, they fumbled their way towards his desk, sending some of his stuff cluttering to the floor.

"What's this?" Elena asked, as she picked up a piece of rolled up parchment paper.

"Oh...it's an invitation to the Renaissance Faire," Jack replied. "We're one of the establishments participating at the food booths for the festival."

"Well, serendipity!" Elena exclaimed. "I'm going too! I'm part of the committee in charge of the NYU's Shakespeare booth," she informed him.

"That''s great," Jack said. "We can go together."

"Jackson Crow," Elena chuckled. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Well, as much as I want to...I can't keep you holed up here in my office, away from civilized society, now can I?" Jack replied jokingly. "So, yes, Miss Elena Gilbert...will you do me the great honor of accompanying me to the Renaissance Faire as my date." He brought her hands to his lips and kissed her palms.

"Since you asked ever so politely...then, yes, I agree to be your date, Mr. Crow," Elena answered.

"You have my deepest gratitude, Miss Gilbert," Jack returned her smile. He noticed Elena staring deeply into his eyes. "What's that look?"

Elena shook her head and bit her lower lip. "Nothing. It's just that Alaric warned me about rushing into a relationship with you," she chuckled softly. "He strongly encourages a courtship stage.

"You mean I have to bring on the 'woo'?" Jack snorted.

Elena laughed loudly. "Yes...you have to bring on the 'woo'!"

"I can do that," Jack said with a smile. "I mean, far be it from me to sully your virtue..."

"Oh...you may sully my virtue anytime you please," Elena giggled, as she steered him past his desk and gently pushed him into his chair.

"Miss Gilbert!" Jack playfully chastised her. "Whatever will your guardian say?"

"My guardian is not here," Elena said, as she sat astride onto his lap. "And what he doesn't know won't hurt us." She kissed him teasingly on the lips. "So...about our date. Will you be wearing a costume?"

"Nah...they said that it's not a requirement to wear a costume," Jack replied.

"It may not be required, but it is encouraged," Elena pointed out, as she pressed kisses along his jawline, his chin, then finally back to his lips.

"You're going to make me wear a costume, aren't you?" Jack asked suspiciously.

Elena gasped, feigning offense at his comment. "I'm not going to MAKE you do anything," she said, as she leaned closer to kiss him again.

"Mmmhmm..." Jackson smiled into her mouth. "But if you are going to MAKE me...what attire would you like me to wear?"

"Hmmm..." Elena pretended to think for a moment. Then, she turned her attention back to him. "Surprise me," she told him, before pulling him closer for another demanding kiss.

"You know what you are?" Jack asked in between fervent kisses. "You're chocolate."

"Huh?" Elena pulled away slightly, looking confused.

"Too much of you can actually kill me, but for the life of me, I just can't seem to give you up." Jack responded with a smile, as he allowed Elena to capture his mouth with hers once again.

Jackson held onto her waist tightly, as he felt her grind her hips down to his, causing a much pleasurable friction between their fully-clothed bodies. He gasped softly, his heartbeat pulsating faster, when she tilted his head at an angle, deepening their kiss. He purred softly, as her fingers latched onto his hair, her nails gently massaging his scalp. He moaned into her mouth, as she sensually sucked on his tongue. He was running out of air, but he didn't want her to stop.

Suddenly, there was a couple of knocks on the door, before it opened abruptly, with Carlos poking his head inside the office. "Boss, we need-," he never got a chance to finish the sentence.

Jackson blindly groped his desk for something to throw at him, as Elena continued to kiss him, never letting go of his mouth. His hand settled on the hematite stone paperweight nearby, and hurled it at Carlos, barely missing his head.

"I'll come back later," Carlos said apologetically, before closing the door behind him.

~END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN~

A/N :

*HAPPY TVD SEASON PREMIERE DAY! Hope you enjoy watching it! No spoilers, except for THREE words : Damn, Elena...DAYUM! [shakes fist furiously]

*Also, I'm glad that everyone liked the double update I did last week.

*To be quite honest, when I started writing this story, I didn't think that I'd be writing as much Beremy/Jillemy scenes as I am at the moment. Oh well, that's okay, right?

*Apologies for the lack of Delena/Jelena between-the-sheets action. I'm still working my way around the fact that Damon/Jack has a heart condition. Can't get him TOO excited, lest Elena might kill him...DEAD dead this time. Besides, they keep getting cock-blocked all the freaking time. So, Elena's gonna have to just grin and bear it for the time being.

*Next chapter : How exactly does one woo a girl while on a Renaissance Faire?

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