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The only one of our songs that made my mum cry. I kind of knew then that it had something or other. (Phil) Our first No.1 single—after years of trying! Moral: Never give up! (Joe)
Chapter 3: Love Bites
ADA Jackie Garret and Officer Tom Hanson were out on a dinner break at a local Mexican-style restaurant. As he dug into his chicken enchilada, Tom kept glancing at the strawberry-blonde assistant district attorney sitting across from him. Sometimes he wondered why he was even dating her—cops and DAs usually didn't mix—but from the moment he'd met her at one of Penhall's dinner parties, there was something about Jackie that intrigued him.
Lately, though, she'd been very secretive, keeping to herself, and when she was with him, Jackie seemed distracted.
Suddenly, Tom had no appetite. He set down his knife and fork and pushed the plate away. Jackie sent him a concerned look and asked, "Tom, are you all right?"
"Lost my appetite," he muttered, tossing some bills on the table and rising. "Let's go."
As Jackie followed him, he could have sworn he heard a voice whisper:
If you've got love in your sights
Watch out, love bites
Uh, okay, Tom thought. Right then, he just wanted to go home—alone. As attracted as he was to Jackie, he didn't want to be around her right now. Something about her was troubling him—but what?
Unlocking the door to the Mustang, he settled in. Jackie made herself comfortable in the shotgun seat and he pulled out, driving to her apartment first to drop her off. The attorney made no move to exit the car though. Instead, she turned to Tom, a puzzled expression on her face. "What are we doing here?"
"I'm dropping you off," Hanson replied, deliberately not looking at her.
"Ah. Well, in that case"—she unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed his wrist—"you're coming with me."
Powerless to fight back, he allowed her to drag him to her apartment, wondering, Why me?
When you make love, do you look in the mirror?
Who do you think of, does he look like me?
Do you tell lies and say that it's forever?
Do you think twice, or just touch 'n' see?
Ooh babe, oh yeah
Once the door closed, Jackie pulled Tom to her, caught him in a hot kiss. Surprised, Tom parted his lips to ask what was going on, and the strawberry-blonde took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. At any other time, Hanson would have welcomed her advances, but right now her touch chilled him to the bone. Abruptly he pulled out of her embrace, pretending not to see the disappointment on her face. To him, there was something superficial about it.
Who are you thinking of, Jackie? Tom thought as he watched her apprehensively. Does he look at all like me? And when you're with me, are you lying when you say it's forever?
Immediately he berated himself for such thoughts. He didn't have any real proof, just his gut feeling and some observations about her recent behavior.
"What's wrong, Tom?" his attorney girlfriend asked, stepping closer and running her hands up his pectorals and over his shoulders. She wasn't thinking twice about what she wanted, he noticed. So you just touch 'n' see, huh? This time, wanting to test his theory, Hanson didn't move away.
When you're alone, do you let go?
Are you wild 'n' willing, or is it just for show?
Oooh c'mon
Jackie suddenly backed off, a playful look on her face as she walked backward, her eyes urging him to move forward. And in this case, curiosity killed him. Even as Tom followed her, he thought, Is this just for show, or are you wild 'n' willing when you're alone and let go?
He thought she answered the silent question when she pretty much jumped him. Somehow, he was able to resist the signals his body was sending him.
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos makin' love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it
No!
Tom really didn't want to touch her too much. He had a nagging feeling that if he broke down to what Jackie wanted and made love to her, he could very well be driven to the brink of insanity. Under different circumstances, he wouldn't have minded, but considering his suspicions it would be a bad idea. Besides, he couldn't shake his idea that Jackie thought love was the way a person made it. That was part of the reason why he didn't want to be there when she decided to end their relationship. Although, really, Tom suspected he would be the one to initiate the break-up.
Love bites, love bleeds—it's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives love dies—it's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads—it's what I need
He was starting to lose coherent thought as Jackie licked the underside of his jaw. Breathing hard, he broke free of her and stumbled back shaking his head as if to clear it and keeping his hands in front of him, putting a barrier between them.
"Hanson . . ." Jackie's voice trailed off, hurt—or something akin to it—flashing across her face. Tom didn't care. Whatever he felt for her, it wasn't love—at least, he didn't think it was. Love bit, bled, lived, died, begged, and pleaded . . . and it was all he needed.
At her look, he ran his hand through his tousled brown hair, the strands falling back into place almost instantly. "Jackie, not tonight, okay? I just want to be alone right now."
Confusion flashed briefly in her eyes before she nodded. "Okay. Go, then. I'm not stopping you."
You were earlier, the cop thought. He turned to leave, not looking back.
When I'm with you, are you somewhere else?
Am I getting through, or do you please yourself?
When you wake up, will you walk out?
It can't be love if you throw it about
Ooh babe
Before leaving, Tom paused with his hand resting on the doorknob. Glancing over his shoulder, he said softly, "Jackie, what you think you feel for me, it can't be love if you just throw it about." Then he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, shutting it firmly behind him.
Back home and crashed out on his couch with a record playing, Hanson found his thoughts were still on Jackie. When he had been with her, it seemed as if she was somewhere else. Tom couldn't help but wonder if his parting words had gotten through to her—if he was—or if she just wanted to have him in her bed to please herself, to satisfy a physical need. Whatever love was, that certainly wasn't it. But he didn't want the assistant district attorney to walk out on him either. Hanson sighed.
Suddenly the lyrics to the currently-playing song caught his ear and made him pay attention:
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos makin' love to you might drive me crazy
Love bites, love bleeds—it's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies—it's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads—it's what I need
Tom started: that was exactly what he had been thinking earlier. Now he wondered when he had bought the Def Leppard record. Maybe Judy had gotten it for him the first day he started at Jump Street Chapel, when they'd gone through training, her teaching him how to be a teenager again.
His thoughts quieted down as Joe Elliot came in for the next verse:
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos makin' love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it
No!
Love bites, love bleeds—it's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies
Love bites, love bleeds—it's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies—it's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads—it's what I need
Given the late hour and the fact he was tired, Tom was starting to nod off. In sleep, he tensed a little when he heard the whispered lyrics; then he relaxed again and shifted slightly:
If you've got love in your sights
Watch out, love bites
Chapter 3: Love Bites
ADA Jackie Garret and Officer Tom Hanson were out on a dinner break at a local Mexican-style restaurant. As he dug into his chicken enchilada, Tom kept glancing at the strawberry-blonde assistant district attorney sitting across from him. Sometimes he wondered why he was even dating her—cops and DAs usually didn't mix—but from the moment he'd met her at one of Penhall's dinner parties, there was something about Jackie that intrigued him.
Lately, though, she'd been very secretive, keeping to herself, and when she was with him, Jackie seemed distracted.
Suddenly, Tom had no appetite. He set down his knife and fork and pushed the plate away. Jackie sent him a concerned look and asked, "Tom, are you all right?"
"Lost my appetite," he muttered, tossing some bills on the table and rising. "Let's go."
As Jackie followed him, he could have sworn he heard a voice whisper:
If you've got love in your sights
Watch out, love bites
Uh, okay, Tom thought. Right then, he just wanted to go home—alone. As attracted as he was to Jackie, he didn't want to be around her right now. Something about her was troubling him—but what?
Unlocking the door to the Mustang, he settled in. Jackie made herself comfortable in the shotgun seat and he pulled out, driving to her apartment first to drop her off. The attorney made no move to exit the car though. Instead, she turned to Tom, a puzzled expression on her face. "What are we doing here?"
"I'm dropping you off," Hanson replied, deliberately not looking at her.
"Ah. Well, in that case"—she unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed his wrist—"you're coming with me."
Powerless to fight back, he allowed her to drag him to her apartment, wondering, Why me?
When you make love, do you look in the mirror?
Who do you think of, does he look like me?
Do you tell lies and say that it's forever?
Do you think twice, or just touch 'n' see?
Ooh babe, oh yeah
Once the door closed, Jackie pulled Tom to her, caught him in a hot kiss. Surprised, Tom parted his lips to ask what was going on, and the strawberry-blonde took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. At any other time, Hanson would have welcomed her advances, but right now her touch chilled him to the bone. Abruptly he pulled out of her embrace, pretending not to see the disappointment on her face. To him, there was something superficial about it.
Who are you thinking of, Jackie? Tom thought as he watched her apprehensively. Does he look at all like me? And when you're with me, are you lying when you say it's forever?
Immediately he berated himself for such thoughts. He didn't have any real proof, just his gut feeling and some observations about her recent behavior.
"What's wrong, Tom?" his attorney girlfriend asked, stepping closer and running her hands up his pectorals and over his shoulders. She wasn't thinking twice about what she wanted, he noticed. So you just touch 'n' see, huh? This time, wanting to test his theory, Hanson didn't move away.
When you're alone, do you let go?
Are you wild 'n' willing, or is it just for show?
Oooh c'mon
Jackie suddenly backed off, a playful look on her face as she walked backward, her eyes urging him to move forward. And in this case, curiosity killed him. Even as Tom followed her, he thought, Is this just for show, or are you wild 'n' willing when you're alone and let go?
He thought she answered the silent question when she pretty much jumped him. Somehow, he was able to resist the signals his body was sending him.
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos makin' love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it
No!
Tom really didn't want to touch her too much. He had a nagging feeling that if he broke down to what Jackie wanted and made love to her, he could very well be driven to the brink of insanity. Under different circumstances, he wouldn't have minded, but considering his suspicions it would be a bad idea. Besides, he couldn't shake his idea that Jackie thought love was the way a person made it. That was part of the reason why he didn't want to be there when she decided to end their relationship. Although, really, Tom suspected he would be the one to initiate the break-up.
Love bites, love bleeds—it's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives love dies—it's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads—it's what I need
He was starting to lose coherent thought as Jackie licked the underside of his jaw. Breathing hard, he broke free of her and stumbled back shaking his head as if to clear it and keeping his hands in front of him, putting a barrier between them.
"Hanson . . ." Jackie's voice trailed off, hurt—or something akin to it—flashing across her face. Tom didn't care. Whatever he felt for her, it wasn't love—at least, he didn't think it was. Love bit, bled, lived, died, begged, and pleaded . . . and it was all he needed.
At her look, he ran his hand through his tousled brown hair, the strands falling back into place almost instantly. "Jackie, not tonight, okay? I just want to be alone right now."
Confusion flashed briefly in her eyes before she nodded. "Okay. Go, then. I'm not stopping you."
You were earlier, the cop thought. He turned to leave, not looking back.
When I'm with you, are you somewhere else?
Am I getting through, or do you please yourself?
When you wake up, will you walk out?
It can't be love if you throw it about
Ooh babe
Before leaving, Tom paused with his hand resting on the doorknob. Glancing over his shoulder, he said softly, "Jackie, what you think you feel for me, it can't be love if you just throw it about." Then he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, shutting it firmly behind him.
Back home and crashed out on his couch with a record playing, Hanson found his thoughts were still on Jackie. When he had been with her, it seemed as if she was somewhere else. Tom couldn't help but wonder if his parting words had gotten through to her—if he was—or if she just wanted to have him in her bed to please herself, to satisfy a physical need. Whatever love was, that certainly wasn't it. But he didn't want the assistant district attorney to walk out on him either. Hanson sighed.
Suddenly the lyrics to the currently-playing song caught his ear and made him pay attention:
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos makin' love to you might drive me crazy
Love bites, love bleeds—it's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies—it's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads—it's what I need
Tom started: that was exactly what he had been thinking earlier. Now he wondered when he had bought the Def Leppard record. Maybe Judy had gotten it for him the first day he started at Jump Street Chapel, when they'd gone through training, her teaching him how to be a teenager again.
His thoughts quieted down as Joe Elliot came in for the next verse:
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos makin' love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it
No!
Love bites, love bleeds—it's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies
Love bites, love bleeds—it's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies—it's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads—it's what I need
Given the late hour and the fact he was tired, Tom was starting to nod off. In sleep, he tensed a little when he heard the whispered lyrics; then he relaxed again and shifted slightly:
If you've got love in your sights
Watch out, love bites
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