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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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He kisses her back, winding his fingers in her hair. "Besides," he says, coming up for air for a moment before kissing her again, "we have a perfect excuse to make up for lost time."

She grins brightly in-between kisses. "I'm not sure we can make up all that time in a few days."

But it would be fun trying.

"Is that a dare?" he asks, eyes sparkling.

"Maybe," she giggles.

"Those are dangerous words," he says, before leaning in and nipping at her earlobe.

She kissed the underside of his jaw, then his neck, stopping at his shoulder. "Should I be worried?"

He grins. "Very. I can be very competetive."

"Oh?" She runs her finger under the chain of the St. Jude's pendant. Her mouth is already close to his and she moves closer, as if to kiss him, then just grazes his lips and whispers, "Well, so can I."

"I guess I'll have to be at the top of my game, then," he says, drawing one finger very slowly up her spine, the touch feather-light.

There's a slight shiver at the touch and her fingertips trail down his chest. "If you think you can manage it."

"I think I just might," he says, this time running the back of one finger gently down her side, following her curves.

She giggles again and presses against him, the kiss is chaste at first. Then, she gently tugs on his lower lip before kissing him in a decidely less innocent fashion.

Less innocent? Oh, Jack can do less innocent. Untangling their mouths after a moment, he leaves soft kisses along her jaw to her ear.

With an impish smile, he kisses her just below her ear, then, speaking slowly, in a low voice, recites a scrap of poetry he remembers from some anthology: "License my roving hands, and let them go/Before, behind, between, above, below.../To enter in these bonds is to be free/Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be." As he whispers the words into her ear, his hands roam her skin, illustrating the point.

Did he forget to mention the part where he plays dirty?

She's quiet, still (aside from some squirming she can't help) and completely focused on him. The words seem to travel over her like his hands, through her and her entire body felt flushed.

When he's done Chris can't think of anything to say but she's not in the mood for conversation anyway. She kisses him, sitting up as she does so and pausing only to push him on his back. Another kiss as she half-stradles him, the sheets tangling in between their bodies and her hands moving over his.

If he's going to play dirty, she'll just have to step up her game.

Jack has no objection to her stepping up her game; after all, this is the kind of game where there really isn't any loser.

He kisses her back, nipping at her lower lip for a moment before caressing her tongue with his. With one hand he tries tugging the sheet from between them, not wanting anything to block the feeling of her skin on his.

Dimly, he can hear rain start to patter against the window. Looks like they have the perfect excuse not to go anywhere, then.

The sheet tugging is not as effective as hoped, instead sheet wrapped around her thigh is pulled tighter and she breaks off the kiss with an annoyed "Mmrph."

"The sheet," Chris says, as an explanation to his confused look. It takes a few seconds to unwrap the sheet, requiring her to move off of him. When she's finished, Chris tosses the sheet aside with some frustration.

Settling back on top of him, she places a kiss in the center of his chest and looks up at him, whispering, "Now, where were we?"

He grins, brushing her hair away from her face and pulling her head closer to his.

"Right about here, I think," he says, craning his neck a little to capture her lips with his. With one hand resting on her hip, he slides the other up her side to cup one breast in his hand, drawing small circles on her skin with his thumb.

Chris leans in so he doesn't have to crane his neck, her one hand resting on the nape of his neck and the other supporting her weight. The touch of his fingers makes her skin tingle.

She lays kisses on his mouth, his cheek, marveling again at the how it feels to be with him. Those gray, blurry memories she'd held onto for so long could never compare to this feeling.

Jack sighs softly as her lips move to his cheek and jaw, shifting beneath her so that he can get more contact with her skin. He wants to feel her as much as he can, remind himself that she's actually here, as this was usually the point where he'd wake up from dreaming of her, feel the inevitable letdown as he realized that he was alone, that it was only a dream.

Running his hands over her curves, kissing every bit of skin within his reach, he reassures himself that she's here. That she loves him, as much as he loves her; that she never stopped, as he hadn't either.

Her kisses trail further, down his neck, right where it met his shoulder. She ran her tongue over the skin there then pressed her mouth close, scraping her teeth over the skin before running her bottom live over the mark.

She repeated this action on his shoulder, his chest, grazing one nipple with her teeth. All the while her free hand moved lower, then came up again as she lightly ran her fingernails over the skin of his stomach.

At the moment, Chris felt like she could spend the day just kissing and touching every square inch of his body.

Jack wouldn't object to spending the day that way. He does let out a bit of a frustrated groan, however, as her hand gets oh-so-close to where he'd like it to be only to have her move it away, with the feeling of her fingernails against his skin.

"You're going to make me pay for earlier, aren't you?" he asks, thumb flicking across her nipple.

Chris laughs, giving him a devilish grin. Of course, she was going to make him pay. "I think you deserve it."

She kisses down his stomach, her breasts brushing against him as she moves. Shifting again, just to brush against him some more before she sits up, she moves so she's now straddling one leg instead of two.

But before Jack got any ideas about moving, Chris placed both hands on his knees then slowly moved up his inner thighs.

The soft touch of her skin moving on him is already starting to arouse him; the sensation of her lips and fingertips on his inner thighs just makes the feeling more intense. She's too far for him to comfortably touch, other than to brush his fingers through her hair, so he lies back, closing his eyes and squirming as she moves closer to where he'd most like her to be.

The touch of his fingers through her hair is nice one and she smiles against the skin of his thigh before sucking a bruise there. She ran her fingers over the marks, inching up his thigh, feeling Jack writhe as she did, his eyes fluttering open for a moment to look at her.

She uses her hands first, cupping him, wrapping her fingers loosely around the shaft and lightly stroking up. But that's not enough for him and it's not enough for her either. Leaning closer, hand just at the base of his cock, she runs her tongue over his length. She does this a few more times, following the movement with her hand, each time careful to ignore the tip, before taking him in her mouth completely.

As she takes him in her mouth, he lets out a low moan, his hips rising. The warm wetness of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, the pressure of her hand made his heart race, his breathing start to turn ragged as a feeling of intense pleasure creeps over him.