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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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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.

Teasing him, she alternates between licking and sucking, feather-light touches and stroking. She can remember everything he liked, everything that made him moan, drove him crazy.

She can remember how it made her feel, her free hand brushing against her breast before slipping between her legs. But it was almost impossible to touch herself and him in this position, so she stops though it's hard not to squirm from the feeling.

"Oh, God..." he breathes, as caresses him, her tongue moving in just the right way to send jolts of pleasure through him. His instinct is to move with her, to try and get more friction, to move faster, but he manages to stop himself; he doesn't want to have to wait for him to be ready again.

"Chris, no," he gasps, putting his hand on her wrist and stilling her movement. "I want you."

"All right," she whispers, nodding her head and leaning in to kiss his mouth. Straddling his hips, Chris lowers herself on him, closing her eyes and letting a small sigh escape her lips as she does.

Nothing made her feel like this. No one felt as right as him.

Without realizing it, he holds his breath as she straddles him, wrapping her warmth around him, finally letting it out once his full length is inside her.

Slowly at first, he starts rocking his hips against hers, concentrating on the feeling of moving within her, on trying to move with her and not let himself slip out of her. He hardly even has to think about it, he knows the way she moves, knows the best way to fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle, made to be together.

Moving closer, wanting to feel more of his skin against hers, she presses her lips against his chest, his neck and his lips. Her tongue sliding against his as she shift just a little, legs splayed farther apart as their bodies move together.

Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he kisses her deeply, as he pushes into her harder, faster, building momentum. His hands roam over her skin, trying to touch every inch of her, feeling her chest pushing against his as she breathes, the warmth of her breath on his throat, his cheek.

At the moment, nothing else matters; not her family, not the people that would be after him if they knew he was alive, not the future or the past. Nothing matters, except having her here with him.

She clutches the edge of the bed tightly, causing the sheet to curl up over the corner but she doesn't care. Grinding against him, trying to match each thrust with her own movement, she's lost in the sensation.

"Oh God, Jack," she breathes against his ear, kissing and biting at the patch of skin just below it. Her hand slides back between her legs, she's close, she just needs a little more.

Jack pushes her hand aside, circling her clit with his fingers, if with a little less finesse than earlier. He thrusts into her, feeling himself approaching the edge but not wanting to topple over without her this time.

"Come on, Chris," he breathes, looking up at her as he moves beneath her.

She doesn't need finesse at the moment, it's him and that's more than enough. That and the way he's looking at her now makes her whimper. Closing her eyes briefly, every muscle in her body seems to tighten as she rocks harder, her climax washing over as she lets out a wordless moan.

As she tightens around him he can't hold on any longer, managing only a couple ragged thrusts before his back arches, muscles stiffening as he comes even harder this time.

He rocks his hips gently against hers as it carries him along. Finally he's spent, catching his breath as his heartbeat begins to slow.

She moves against him a few more times, trembling as she does.

Finally, feeling like she could collapse but careful not to, Chris lays down next to him, wrapping one arm around him because she needs the contact.

"Love you," she whispers, out-of-breath and eyes half-closed.

He rolls on his side so he can get closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and still trying to catch his breath.

"Love you too," he says, kissing her shoulder. Even though it's not that late, he's wiped out, and he gives her a tired smile. "I don't feel much like going anywhere, do you?"

"Maybe the shower. Later," she yawns. It's still raining, there's nowhere to go even if she wanted to. And she doesn't. Snuggling closer, eyelids drooping closed she adds, "We should find out if they have room service for dinner."

He chuckles. "Somehow I doubt it. Bed-and-breakfasts usually only serve breakfast after all. We could always order in, if we wanted."

Letting out a long breath, he closes his eyes, listening to the rain outside. "Think I'd rather have a na--" a yawn interrupting--"nap, though." It had been an early morning, and a rather active afternoon after all.

A slight frown at this and a brief nod of her head, eyes closed all the while.

"A nap's good." She supposes they could venture out later, if absolutely necessary.

A quiet "Mmmm-hmm" is his only answer, shifting slightly to curl the arm not draped over her waist underneath the pillow. Snuggling into her, he pulls up the blanket a little before letting himself drift off, warm and content.

The night isn't over yet, but that can wait; they have time.

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