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He shrugs. "Might as well find out," he says, leaning close to kiss her, his hand moving between her legs. "But you gotta move first, lady."
She lets him have that kiss, delights in him feeling her up, and so this time, she does get up off his lap.
He does take off his boots, painstakingly slowly, because she's not the only one who can be a brat.
Then, in a quick move, he laughs, trying to just pick her up and carry her.
Then, in a quick move, he laughs, trying to just pick her up and carry her.
"Maybe. Besides, I had those powers. Like a flood and port in one."
"There's that," she agrees. "What powers did you get?"
She can't remember the last time someone she slept with was so playful with her, and she lets out a gasp of laughter when he sweeps her up, clutching at him like she's afraid he might drop her.
He hauls her over his shoulder and walks the few steps over to his bed. This is a side that he doesn't show many. This side of Jake is only around when he lets himself be happy, even for just a few seconds.
Carefully, he places her back on the bed and kisses her again.
Much better than the chair.
Carefully, he places her back on the bed and kisses her again.
Much better than the chair.
Much better, she agrees. The glass beads of her necklace are cool when the rest of her feels warm all over, and she gets a hand wound into the front of his shirt and pulls him in closer to her.
He doesn't mind being tugged and pulled by her at the moment and grins a bit when she does. Gone are the guilty thoughts, gone are the ghosts from port. Everything just seems a little simpler as he playfully tries to swipe her hand away to get them both bare.
Just like last time, though hopefully without the pesky interruptions.
Just like last time, though hopefully without the pesky interruptions.
No interruptions here.
The relief Tess feels after that all-body rush is immense –– three whole fucking months since the breach they'd first hooked up in, another two months after that since Butcher, altogether the longest dry spell in ages. It makes her feel crazy, even a little demandingly so, and she's sure she will feel spend the next day in a semi-exhausted bliss. Things are fine. She isn't going to be on her own for the rest of her fucking life, which hopefully isn't just the next week, but for the foreseeable future, she's covered.
Under that, there's a nagging feeling. She doesn't give it the time of day. He's handsome and takes her attitude and appreciates her and that's all that fucking matters.
Tess rolls against his side, boneless and laughing under her breath, and she grinds a wet thigh up against his.
"I hope you don't have any other plans for the week 'cause I don't think you're anywhere near empty, and I've got a lot of energy," she teases him.
The relief Tess feels after that all-body rush is immense –– three whole fucking months since the breach they'd first hooked up in, another two months after that since Butcher, altogether the longest dry spell in ages. It makes her feel crazy, even a little demandingly so, and she's sure she will feel spend the next day in a semi-exhausted bliss. Things are fine. She isn't going to be on her own for the rest of her fucking life, which hopefully isn't just the next week, but for the foreseeable future, she's covered.
Under that, there's a nagging feeling. She doesn't give it the time of day. He's handsome and takes her attitude and appreciates her and that's all that fucking matters.
Tess rolls against his side, boneless and laughing under her breath, and she grinds a wet thigh up against his.
"I hope you don't have any other plans for the week 'cause I don't think you're anywhere near empty, and I've got a lot of energy," she teases him.
He doesn't let nagging feelings stop him. He doesn't let guilt or memories or anything detract from the moment. Perhaps later, when his bed has cooled, he'll be clear headed enough to realize what a predicament he's in. Fortunately, he's gotten very good at forgetting those things, too.
As she moves close, he keeps an arm underneath her, brushing fingers through her hair.
"You know where to find me," he laughs. "Unless Trouble's got themselves in some shit, I'll be around."
He reaches down for his shirt, digging cigarettes out of the pocket.
As she moves close, he keeps an arm underneath her, brushing fingers through her hair.
"You know where to find me," he laughs. "Unless Trouble's got themselves in some shit, I'll be around."
He reaches down for his shirt, digging cigarettes out of the pocket.
Tess fits herself right to his side, head laid against his shoulder. So much bare skin on skin feels good, too, and she thinks she could just thrive off his body heat forever. For once, she doesn't even need to smoke. The edge is off.
"If that little shit chooses now to start drama, I'll wring their neck myself," she murmurs.
"If that little shit chooses now to start drama, I'll wring their neck myself," she murmurs.
"Don't," he warns her softly, pulling out a pre-made cigarette and lighting it. He's calm. He's comfortable. He just wants one more vice.
"She'd turn herself into me wearin' something ridiculous again."
"She'd turn herself into me wearin' something ridiculous again."
“How ridiculous are we taking?”
She tilts her head to look up at him, grinning just a lil.
She tilts her head to look up at him, grinning just a lil.
He narrows his eyes a bit. "Something black and lacy and better fitted on you," he admits, lighting the cigarette, using the rest of the match to light the candle on his nightstand.
Tess contemplates that and decides she’s not much of a fan either. Different strokes for different folks and all, but if the plan is to humiliate, then mission success, she’s turned off.
“Well, find me something like that to wear and we’ll put that image in your head instead.”
“Well, find me something like that to wear and we’ll put that image in your head instead.”
Well hey. That's a thought. He turns towards her, eyes trailing down her bare body, grinning. "Yeah? Alright. Might be fun to take off."
He hesitates, glancing to the door. "You staying the night?" Despite it, he sounds hopeful.
He hesitates, glancing to the door. "You staying the night?" Despite it, he sounds hopeful.
She grins, too. Could be fun, indulging like that. Wear something a little superficial, draw the eye away from the scars. That might be nice.
"You have fun asking the Admiral for that one," she tells him. But god, when was the last time she stayed the night? That's a memory worth covering up, and she nods. It's not like anyone's doing bed checks.
"Might go back to my cabin to grab some things, but I'll come back."
"You have fun asking the Admiral for that one," she tells him. But god, when was the last time she stayed the night? That's a memory worth covering up, and she nods. It's not like anyone's doing bed checks.
"Might go back to my cabin to grab some things, but I'll come back."
"Do what you have to," he assures her. He knows it's probably not a good idea because they could get caught but dammit, he hates feeling like he's doing something wrong. He's not. This isn't wrong.
He just has to repeat it more times to make it true.
"And I ain't askin' the Admiral for nothin'."
He just has to repeat it more times to make it true.
"And I ain't askin' the Admiral for nothin'."
She chuckles, stretching out her legs for a moment just to wind back up around him.
"Well, I'm not borrowing someone else's used lingerie from the trunk room, assuming they even stock that."
"Well, I'm not borrowing someone else's used lingerie from the trunk room, assuming they even stock that."
"Guess we're waitin' on a good port, then," he grins in the candlelight. She looks good in this light.
He kisses her.
He kisses her.
"You'd better hope it comes soon," she murmurs, and she presses right back into that kiss.
When he pulls away, enough to get his bearings, he places his cigarette in a glass bowl on the table.
"Why? You ain't gonna come back unless I get you pretty clothes to take off?"
"Why? You ain't gonna come back unless I get you pretty clothes to take off?"
Because this might not last that long ends up in her mouth, but she keeps it behind her teeth. She just chuckles instead.
"Because we might have a million other ideas by then, and then we'll die trying to catch up on all of them."
But she does like being treated.
"Because we might have a million other ideas by then, and then we'll die trying to catch up on all of them."
But she does like being treated.
He turns away from her, looking down at their clothes until one thing shines in the candlelight. He brings up the necklace to tie it around her again.
"You look fine just like that," he assures her.
"You look fine just like that," he assures her.
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