Pieces Of Me

A Jack Draper story - Part 1

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/creative99writer/762074059828789248/pieces-of-me

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Pieces of Me

A Jack Draper Story - Part 2 Part 1 can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/creative99writer/761870544806232064/pieces-of-me?source=shar

Hello, this is my first time posting a story here - I hope you enjoy!

As a tennis fan, I have newly discovered the gorgeousness that is Jack Draper, but English is not my first language, so please bear with me. I am honestly super nervous to post here for the first time properly, and I‘m not someone who normally posts on tumblr, so I hope you like it :)

Warnings: slightly mature content, probably typos

Also, I hope it’s okay I borrowed this glorious GIF ;)

US Open, New York City.

They stumbled into the room through the dimly lit doorway, the kiss heavy and passionate. It was warm inside the fancy hotel room. He lost his shirt along the way, not caring where it landed.

Jack moaned right into her mouth as he picked her up and pinned her against the wall, his mouth hot against hers. He was kissing her like his life depended on it, his hands everywhere, his scent everywhere and it was overwhelming her in the best of ways. His shirt had been lost at some point during their heated makeout session and she could feel his hot skin against her body, making her dizzy. "Elle..." he breathed out, his mouth moving from hers to her neck. He knew exactly what he was doing. And him being so vocal brought her right back to reality.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Eleonora put her palm on his chest, pushing him away slightly, the both of them out of breath from that really hot kiss.

"What's wrong?" Jack looked at her, confused, but nonetheless letting himself be pushed back gently, setting her down on the ground while she stayed against the wall, his bare chest heaving from their intense encounter.

"We can't do this." Eleonora rushed the words out, confused herself - because she wanted this, but she knew it wasn't right.

Jack's eyebrows furrowed, not quite understanding. "What do you mean?"

"We can't.... we can't do this, it's not..." she stopped herself, not quite sure what she was saying.

"Why?" he asked her now, not just confused but genuinely not understanding why she would stop herself - and them. He was still standing in front of her, but he hadn't tried to move any closer. He respected her trying to put some space inbetween them, yet wasn't ready to move away completely. His question hit her like a ton of bricks. Why? Yes, why? Why was she trying to stop this? Why couldn't they do this?

She stared at him, searching for words she either did not have or would not come out of her mouth.

Why?

"I..." she started, and then broke off, shaking her head. Jack was still looking at her with his deep hazel eyes, an intense gaze that made her search for words even more difficult. She could see him get agitated by her lack of response, by her apparent rejection - but most importantly, by her lack of explanation. Maybe he was even hurt, but she couldn‘t tell for sure.

"You what?" he prompted her, but his tone was getting sharper, making her look away, her eyes instead darting around the room, not being able to look at him any longer. She was too confused. She didn't see the way his eyes immediately softened at her obvious distress. "Look. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. If you tell me you don't want to do this with me, you don't owe me an explanation." He took a cautious step forward. "But I don't understand what you mean when you say we can't do this." He shook his head, taking her hand gently, making her finally look back up at him. "Do you not want to do this or what is it that's holding you back?" He looked her straight in the eyes, clearly needing her to know that he meant what he said. "Because I want you. So much. I really really want you. But if you tell me that you don't want me, then I'll go. No questions asked. I don't want to pressure you into something you don't want to do."

Eleonora could feel the warmth of his hand around hers and her heart hammering against her chest. She couldn't tell him that the didn't want him. Because she did. She really really did. How could she not? He was handsome, and he was a really great guy. Someone who had just offered her a way out of their… situationship. Without asking any questions. But she could not lie to him about not wanting him. Her lie probably would have been too obvious anyway.

He looked nervous, awaiting her response. As if it meant everything to him what she was going to say next. As if her rejection would break his heart, even if be would accept it and leave. His eyes displayed vulnerability that he rarely showed, as he looked into hers. He was laying a few of his cards on the table. Maybe not all of them just yet, but enough to let her know he cared a great deal. About her and about them.

She couldn‘t lie to him.

"I want you." she whispered, her eyes losing themselves in his hazel ones and she could see his relief in them, the vulnerability still there. She pulled her hands from his and placed them on his cheeks, getting close to him. She felt his hands on her waist, pulling her into him. "I do. Very much."

He continued looking into her eyes, as if he needed to make sure that this was real and she wanted him. Elle tried to show some of her cards with her eyes, hoping he would unterstand that she meant it.

He must have understood.

He let out a deep breath as if he had kept it in until she told him she wanted him, this, too and leaned in, kissing her gently, pulling her as close as he possibly could. Eleonora responded, kissing him back and placing her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair. She couldn't possibly even so much as pretend she didn't want him.

His hands wandered gently up and down her back, keeping her close, caressing her. The kiss that had started gentle and innocent soon turned into something more passionate. Into something that made them forget the world around them. He kissed her harder, losing himself in their kiss. His hands were everywhere and it soon turned very heated. It was so overwhelming, it reminded Eleonora of why she had to stop this. Even if she wanted this to go on and on. She pulled away, out of breath and detangled herself from Jack - again, who was confused and breathing hard.

"But I can't do this, Jack... we can't..." she put her hands on her face, not being able to look at him again and because she was so annoyed with herself.

"Eleonora." he prompted, his voice much gentler than she expected it to be after she pulled away twice. She was expecting him to shout, and she couldn't have blamed him, because of her weird attitude. He sounded calm and gentle, his hands touching her elbows and she looked up at him, his eyes soft - but looking at her with confusion. "What is going on?" He was still out of breath, his mouth so red from their kisses that she really wanted to kiss him again. But she couldn't - or rather, shouldn't.

"This is not a good idea." she finally told him what she wanted to all along. "We shouldn't be doing this. It's going to spiral out of control, all of it. And I can't do this to Jannik. I can't. And - and after my injury..." she pleaded with him to understand. But he didn't - or maybe he didn't want to, because he started to pull away, his brows furrowing. He looked at her, the hurt in eyes clearly visible this time, and it killed her inside. Hurting him was the last thing she wanted.

"Okay, so to get this straight. You want me, but also, you don't because you don't want to hurt some other guy's feelings, right?" When he put it like that, it sounded incredibly stupid. "What I don't really understand - not that I understand the other part - is what your injury has to do with us." He sounded annoyed, like she had worn out his patience.

"He is not some other guy, he is-" she started but that was clearly the wrong choice.

"Seriously?!" he shouted this time. "That is your first thought?! To defend Jannik?" He turned around, searching for his shirt that had been lost at some point during their heated kisses.

"That's unfair, I-" she tried to defend herself, but Jack wasn't to be deterred. Especially considering he was right. And they both knew that. It was a cheap cop out, because really, she was afraid of how going any farther would change things between them.

"No. What is unfair is you telling me you want me, and then in the same breath tell me you cannot do this because of your ex or whoever he is. You’re still hung up on him, is that it? You kiss me and think about some other guy? You tell me you want me, but really, you are clearly thinking about someone else. Are you still hung up on the past? Can’t get over him? Then why the hell even start this and kiss me and tell me you want me? That is unfair. I offered you a way out, Elle. You telling me you want me when you clearly do not is unfair.“ he snarled, and looked away, pulling the shirt he had found next to the bed over his head, and turned to look back at her again, his eyes fiery. "I can understand wanting to be respectful, but it's not like I was proposing to you or anything, or thinking this was going to get serious because of one night together. It was just a bit of fun here." His words were piercing, as were his eyes. For a moment, she could see surprise flicker in them - was he surprised at what had just come out of his mouth? Didn’t he want to say what he said because it was a lie or because it was the truth and he had not wanted to tell her like this? Had she interpreted every lingering gaze and expression and his words completely wrong? Was him telling her he wanted her really just meant for a night?

But he didn't correct himself or take his words back. He just continued staring her down with his piercing gaze, too proud to back out now.

So she stared back. at him for a moment. Was he being serious, or was he being mean on purpose? She couldn't quite figure it out. But she was Eleonora, and she was proud, so she was not going to show him that his words hurt her. She would never give him - or anyone - that power. She was not going to let him make her feel small and show him that when she told him she wanted him, it was meant for more than a night.

And anyway- why was he so bothered that she mentioned Jannik? He almost sounded… jealous?

"Well, why does it bother you so much that I might be thinking of another guy when it's just a bit of fun for you?" she snarked back, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

He had not expected that retort. It caught him off guard and his eyes darkened the second she mentioned Jannik. So he was jealous.

He swallowed, and continued staring at her, looking more nervous that he had before. It became a staring competition between two incredibly stubborn people. They were at a crossroads now. They both knew that. If Jack went down the road of 'a bit of fun', there would be no return - or it was going to be very tough to return, at the very least, because Eleonora would not back down and she wouldn't forgive him that easily. At the same time, she had hurt him, too. So the question was: was he going to be the bigger person and apologize for saying what he said, or did he really mean it and therefore wouldn't back down?

The only thing Eleonora knew she was not going to be the bigger person and admit her feelings. She had been burned before and if she couldn’t be sure of his feelings, she would not tell him. It depended on him either admitting it wasn‘t just fun for him, or him telling her it was just fun for him. She couldn’t clearly tell if it was for him, so she was not going to risk getting herself hurt when she had before and it turned out horribly.

The air was thick between them as they stared at each other, chests heaving and one could have heard a pin dropping in the room. It was eerily quiet, neither of them giving in just yet.

Who would be giving in? Eleonora or Jack?

Did Jack really mean what he had said?

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