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[OOC: Continued from here.]

February 6, 2012

Later, she wouldn't remember what they talked about. There wasn't much to remember, they both steered away from heavier topics, preferring to flirt and banter.

She wouldn't remember the car that cut her off as they neared the train station. She certainly wouldn't remember the rest of the drive. She wouldn't remember checking in at the bed and breakfast.

What Chris would remember was Jack's hand on her arm as she watched the car pass. She'd remember how often she seemed to laugh and smile, maybe she would have felt ridiculous for it but she was too happy to care. She'd remember the way she felt when they were finally in the room alone. The nervous excitement and this feeling of "finally".

That's what she'd remember.

[OOC: This thread contains warning for lots o' smut.]

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Trapped between the wall and him, Chris wraps her legs around his waist. When she does she feels a jolt that causes her eyes to roll back in her head and she moans loudly, her fingers curling in his hair.

She does it again, just as he thrusts, tightening her muscles around him when she does and it feels even better this time. "Fuck."

Chris feels her face flush even more but with another thrust all coherent thought seems to leave her.

The feeling of her walls clenching around him nearly undoes all his self-control, but even he knows he's getting too far to try and distract himself now. He's nearing the point of no return, but he knows she's not quite there yet.

He pushing into her faster, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "Chris, I can't--"

She's not but he is.

There's a brief nod before she kisses him, moaning into his mouth with another thrust and trying to drive him over the edge.

It works. As he moves inside her, she squeezes him gently, enough to send him over the edge. He thrusts into her again, burying his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder to muffle the cry he lets out as his muscles clench inside her, climaxing so hard he forgets to breathe for a moment.

Chris tilts her head back, sighing. The feeling of him shuddering around her and still moving in her, the thrusts slower now, is a nice one. She closes her eyes and gives a soft moan, enjoying the sounds he makes.

He rocks into her more slowly as he comes down, trying to catch his breath. His legs are feeling a little rubbery, and he uses one hand to brace himself against the wall.

Of course it's kind of embarassing that that certainly didn't take long; it kind of feels like being a teenager again in the worst way possible.

He lets out a long breath, turning his head slightly to kiss that little dimple in Chris' neck. "Sorry 'bout that," he mumbles.

Chris unwraps her legs, hating the feeling of pulling away but she knows he won't be able to hold her for much longer. Weak in the knees in as she stands, every movement teases that ache between her legs.

Kissing his temple and resting his head against his shoulder, she tells him, "Don't be."

It's flattering in a way.

Albeit a very frustrating way.

He's rather disappointed to feel her unwarp herself from around him, missing that closeness. Still, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold both their weight for much longer.

He wraps his arms around her, kissing up her neck to her ear.

"I can always try to make up for it," he whispers.

"You better," she teases before kissing him. The sweat on her skin cools and she shivers, folding her arms against him for warmth.

His skin's starting to break out in goosebumps as the cool air of the room hits his damp skin. He kisses her back, trying to keep her as close as possible as he tugs her back toward the bed.

Breaking off the kiss long enough to dispose of the used condom, he pulls back the sheets, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Leaning toward her, he plants a soft kiss on her navel as he slowly pulls down the zipper on her skirt.

"And you call me a tease." There's a hitch in her voice. The kiss, his slow movements and the promise of what would come next, exciting her.

He pulls the skirt off her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Once she's free of it, he pulls her onto his lap, kissing his way up her chest to her neck.

Leaning back onto the bed, he rolls over so that she's on the bottom, then pulls the covers around them, cocooning in the warm blankets.

Twining his fingers in her hair, hand resting just at the back of her head, he stops for a moment, just looking her in the eyes and smiling. God, this isn't a dream for once; it's actually happening.

"I love you," he says, softly.

She smiles broadly at this, heart beating a little faster and she could cry if she wasn't careful.

"I love you, too," she whispers back, kissing him.

He kisses her back, then slowly he starts kissing his way down her body; first her cheek, then her jaw, her neck, her chest, until he reaches the space between her breasts. Slowly, he brushes faint kisses along the curve of one breast, stopping occasionally to let his tongue trace the shape of her, to getly nip at the skin.

He's certainly in no rush now.

Chris may not be in a rush, per se, but she is anxious for more.

She squirms at his kisses, back arching, the lightest touch almost unbearable against her sensitive skin. "Jack, please."

Jack grins as he circles her nipple with his lips, the hand not supporting his weight mimicking the movement on her other breast.

"You're going to have to--" he pauses to take her nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently for a moment-- "learn to be patient."

"Patience is overrated," she gasps out, her fingers curling in his hair. It's difficult to touch much of him in this position and his tongue is making it hard to think.

When he takes his mouth away to talk, even if only for a second, she whimpers in frustration.

He laughs softly, circling her nipple with his tongue and then blowing on it, gently.

"I thought it was supposed to be a virtue," he says, grinning at her for a moment before continuing in his attentions.

The laughter, the difference between his warm, wet mouth and the cool air makes her shiver.

"That's rare in woman and never in a man. Oh, God," she sighs.

"Oh, thanks a lot for that vote of confidence," he says, shifting his weight to the other side, and moving his attention to her other breast, sucking on it gently. Massaging the breast he just left for a moment, he slowly moves his hand down to her hip.

Chris laughs, low in her throat, her hips wiggling as his hand moves lower.

"I included myself in that equation," she says, her breath tickling his ear.

"Mmm. Fair's fair." He spends another minute kissing, licking, sucking her breast, before slowly moving downward over the plane of her stomach. As he dips his tongue in her navel, he can smell her familiar musky scent, stronger now. He breathes it in, smiling.

"Jack," a plea for him to continue when his movements stalled. She rubs her leg against him, trying to tease him back, touch as much of him as she can in this position.

Well, if she wants her leg touching him, he'll have to do something about that. Moving down from her navel, he kisses his way down her hip, jumping past the dark hair at the apex of her legs, and down her thigh, gently scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin.

Lifting her leg, he kisses her behind the knee, watching her shifting on the bed, watching her chest rise and fall as she gasps with pleasure and anticipation.

He moves back up her thigh, inch by inch, until finally he's close enough to taste her soft, wet folds.

She turns her head to watch him, balancing on her elbows, eyes closed and her breath coming faster as he kisses her.

Chris can see the mischief in those blue eyes of his and now she knows he's drawing this out. His hot breath against her tickles but also tingles and her toes curl.

"Jack, please." The waiting was unbearable.