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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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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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