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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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"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.

This time he gives in, pushing his tongue between her folds and licking from bottom to top, savouring the taste of her. He circles her clit with his tongue, sucking on it very gently for a moment, before moving lower, slowly probing her opening, teasing the soft, red skin there.

There's a sigh at the fleeting feeling of relief from the first touch of his tongue, then the need comes back stronger than before. Chris tries to stay still but that last for only a few moments, squirming just a little, her feet pushing on the bed.

For a minute he concentrates on teasing her entrance, before shifting his mouth to her clit again, alternating between the two. Listening for her reaction to his movements, he can tell when he does something she likes, remembering as he goes along what's most likely to push her further toward the edge. He loves hearing every gasp, every moan, feeling every shift of her hips, more aroused himself with every minute that this goes on.

As he circles her clit with his tongue, he pushes two fingers inside her, stroking her in a slow, steady rhythm.

A strangled sound comes from her throat, something between a gasp and a cry. Any restraint she had is gone when his fingers enter her.

Her hips move with every thrust as she looks for a rhythym, some relief. She touches his cheek, feeling it move with every lick and that sends a spark through her.

He turns his head slightly to kiss her hand, trying to match the rhythm of her hips with his fingers.

"Come on, sweetheart," he says, softly.

"Don't stop," she begs, the feeling of his fingers in her and his mouth on her driving her over the edge. She shifts again, trying not to move too much to break his rhtyhm but she can't stay still, feet pushing agains the bed and she feels all the muscles in her body tightening.

"Jack. Jack, oh God." She grips the bedsheet, feeling her climax wash over her and her body tremble.

He keeps moving his fingers in her, more slowly now, as he feels her muscles tighten, trying to make her orgasm last as long as possible. Once he feels her start to relax, he slowly moves his way back up her body, kissing her softly here and there along the way.

She smiles, giggling at the kisses, some tickling. Chris stretches languidly, feeling so relaxed she could fall asleep right now, even though it's the middle of the day.

"That was worth the long plane ride," she says, wrapping her arms around him and barely able to hide the laughter in her voice.