After the Fall

John Ross seeks comfort and Pamela seeks to apologise for the actions of her father.

Set around the next episode, JR'S MASTERPIECE, spoilers for everything that's been before. Based on rumours and speculation from the episode in question and basically cause I wanted to write a John Ross/Pamela Rebecca fic.I still feel this chapter could do with some more work but I'm slowly working my way back in to writing regularly, its possible I'll edit and rework it at a later date. I have at least one other chapter to follow this.

Reviews and constructive criticisms are most welcome.

All mistakes are my own.

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He's not entirely sure how his day ended up like this; most of the afternoons become a blur after storming out of his father's memorial service. Somehow, though, he ended up at Southfork and the only one home was Ann's long lost spawn.

Ann's attractive long lost spawn.

It starts innocently enough, talking at the ranch but somehow they've made it up to the guest bedroom, hands are shedding clothes in a frantic manner and lips are crashing onto one another with urgency and need.

Common sense tells him that this is a bad idea.

Common sense be damned, besides, he thinks, he's John Ross Ewing and it's not as if everyone doesn't expect him to fuck up in spectacular fashion anyhow. Right now he needs a distraction, he needs to feel something, anything other than the overwhelming numbness that's been consuming him ever since that phone call, and he needs a distraction to lose himself in. It also helps that said distraction is rather attractive and looking for an escape herself.

As a plan its working pretty well, that is until the memory of a certain brunette pops into his head. The feel of her lips on his, the heat and electricity he'd feel from just one touch, the playful dominance that went on between and beautiful expressive eyes that looked up at him whenever he got the upper hand.

It's just been awhile. A mocking voice in his head supplies.

It has been awhile he thinks, for a brief period it was just Pamela and after that, well he was just, just too busy and focused on business to concern himself with 'extra circular activities' he attempts to justify to this excuse to himself.

I don't believe you; he hears a familiar voice in the back of mind supply.

He tries again to focus on Emma. They are lying on her bed, her on her back and him hovering over her, both half clothed. He places small delicate kisses along her stomach slowly working his way up her torso. His hands brush against her sides, trailing behind his kisses, lingering slightly. More delicate kisses are placed on her neck and he pulls himself up slightly to look at her. Her fingers ever so lightly trail down his back, he smiles. Leaning forward his lips lightly brush hers and when he pulls back to look at her again she smiling back at him. All of a sudden he's backing to thinking about beautiful expressive eyes staring back up at him ( not that Emma's aren't, they are, it's just, there not the ones he's become accustom to) and the devilish smile that went with them.

He blinks as if that will purge him from all these thoughts entering his head. He attempts to focus on Emma and the here and now. He leans in again to kiss her, this time harder and with more passion then last time. He needs this he reminds himself, as the kiss intensifies; he needs to feel something, anything other than the all-consuming numbness and the reminders that certain things will never be his.