Seven Minutes in Heaven, H&M meme [nsfw for Lydia]

[just_saying_hello]

Lydia whimpered a bit, arching into his hands, and let hers set to working at his pants. Everything he was feeling echoed through her, intensifying her own reactions. She slid one leg around him, letting her already short skirt slip up higher.

Jack's fingers tweaked her nipples, one hand dropping to aid her leg to lift higher at his hip, mouth moving from hers to kiss down her neck. They were definitely having fun, just like he'd predicted.

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[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

Her nipples hardened at the first touch of his fingers, triggering an ache lower in the heat at her core. Arching her neck, she gave him better access, one hand clinging to his shoulder, the other managing to get his pants undone. The board games, and even the jammed door were pretty much the last things on her mind, now.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Who needed board games? This was much much better. Jack was aching in a certain place himself, when she reached for his pants. His mouth closed over his neck and biting lightly as he worked to undress her the rest of the way too.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

Lydia was inclined to think everyone should spend the rest of the blackout just like this. This was better than anything else she could think to do, for certain. The lack of AC left the closet a bit hot, but that just made getting out of clothes even better. She pushed his pants down to join his shirt, fingers brushing over skin and cloth until she managed to get him free of the rest of his clothes.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

His erection was already hard as she got his pant and then underwear off. Definitely the best thing to do without power. Of course he also thought it was the best thing to do with power.

Jack pulled back from kissing her just to see her naked form, "Beautiful."

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

She's probably agree with him there, too, though it had been far too long. She missed the regular indulgences she'd had back home.

Her cheeks flushed a little, pleased at his compliment, and her lips curved in a smile as she slid a glance over him in turn before reaching to curl her fingers around his erection, stroking slowly up his length.

"I'm glad you think so..."

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

He watched her look, nearly posing under her gaze. Jack was very confident after all. Then his eyes closed when she gripped him, as he jerked forward into that hand, his own hand traveling down her back and over the curve of her ass.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

This was an area in which Lydia was very confident, at least. She knew men, knew their bodies, knew what they wanted, and she knew how to fit herself into being their dream girl, if only for the night. She watched his reactions as she stroked him slowly, pressing a bit into his hand. Ducking her head, she nibbled across his collarbone, tongue tasting his skin with a pleased sound.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Jack wasn't like most men, but not so different, especially when it came to this. His breathing grew heavy at her stroking, his cock now slick with pre-cum, his own finger running down the crack of her ass.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

She couldn't identify all those differences, sensing them just beneath the surface, enough to know he was different, not really caring to probe how. She had other things on her mind than figuring out more than the way he wanted this most. She nipped lightly at his skin, her hand moving easily with the slickness on his cock.

"What do you want?" It's just a murmur, and she's listening as much for anything not said than whatever answer he comes up with.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Jack wanted a lot of things, so he tried to think through his haze of arousal for what he wanted most right now. He wanted to take her, he knew that much. Maybe even... a finger teased at her ass. But he could work his way to that.

But first he wanted to taste her... he bet she tasted good.

"I want to..." he shuddered, then started to kneel, to just show her rather than say. Jack lifted one of her legs over his shoulder mouth closing over her clit.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

The brush of his finger over her ass made her shiver, in a good way, and she was about to say something, but then he was on his knees, and his mouth was on her, and saying something wasn't really possible, as her breath rushed out of her on a cry.

She balanced as well as she could, leg tightening on his shoulder, hand flying to twist in his hair. Leaning back against the wall, she braced herself, trembling a little.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Jack's tongue lapped at her, teased, two fingers moving to slide inside her to aid him. He occasionally looked up, wanting to see just how he was affecting her.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

He'd taken her by surprise, but in a very good way. The light was just enough to see him, to watch, and she did so through half-open eyes. Her hips rocked a little with his fingers, encouraging, already almost embarrassingly wet

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Jack continued to pump and lick, his cock straining between his legs, because the sight and taste of her was intoxicating.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

Lydia cried out a bit, little whimpers escaping her as she moved with his tongue and fingers. This was rare enough--someone taking time for her pleasure--that it had her trembling almost immediately, flying toward the brink far too quickly.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Her gave her one more lick, sensing from her reaction that she was getting close. And he didn't want this to end just now, he wanted to draw it out.

Jack stood up, so he could kiss her on the lips, smiling against them.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

Lydia shivered as much from the loss of sensation, as the kiss, but she wrapped her arms back around him to kiss him again, moaning softly at the taste of herself on his lips. Her leg shifted to wrap around his waist, tugging him even closer, hips rocking against his.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

His cock was there between them as he kissed her, rubbing against her as she rocked her hips, and he let out a needy groan into her mouth.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

She rubbed herself against him, and moaned just a bit, before slipping her hand between them, wrapping around his cock gently to line him up just right before urging him inside her. "Fuck me. Please..."

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

No need to tell him twice. Jack's hips jerked forward, fully sheathing in her with just one quick thrust. He bit back a groan at her tight wet heat surrounding him, taking a moment and then started to move.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

Lydia cursed softly under her breath as he filled her, leg tightening more around him to keep him close. She moved with him, kissing him a bit more hungrily as her fingers bit into his shoulders, clinging for balance and to keep her knees from going out from the pleasure.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Jack's hands went to lift her up, underneath her knees, as he started to pump faster, her back hitting the wall with each thrust, but not hard enough to do any sort of bruising. He might not be able to sense another person like she could, but he knew his way around those he slept with. Knew where to touch, how to move, to squeeze as much pleasure as he could from them.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

That was better, and Lydia wrapped her legs around him, riding his thrusts as best she could each time, using her legs for leverage. Inside and out, feeling both hers and his, the pleasure spiraled back up higher and her breath caught in encouraging sounds as he moved faster.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

His finger found its way back to her ass as he fucked her, teasing and pushing in to aid in the feeling of his movements inside her. Jack leaned in to kiss her, her mouth smother his sounds of pleasure.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

Lydia cried out at that, the sound muffled in his mouth. She pressed back, trying to take his finger deeper, while not wanting to retreat from the thrust of his hips. Being that filled, both ways, was exquisite, and sent her crashing over the edge, coming hard around and against him.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Jack continued on, nearly there himself, continuing to thrust and pant, mumbling her name under his breath as he moved. Just a few more thrusts...

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

Each further thrust set off new sparks of pleasure. Lydia tightened around him, able to focus again on him. She rode the pulse of her orgasm into a steady pulsing around him, tightening with each thrust, releasing as he slipped back, then doing it again.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

That was just what he'd needed to be sent screaming over the edge, thrusting frantically and pounding her against the wall as he came.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

His orgasm washed over her, her ability trying to send her back off the cliff again. She didn't fight it, just clinging to him, feeling him inside of her as she dropped her head to his shoulder, breathing hard.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Jack had to grab the shelving to keep from falling, his breathing gasping, cheek pressed against the side of her face. "Damn..." That had been good.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

Lydia shivered and wrapped her arms around him more securely, head dropping to rest on his shoulder. She chuckled a little weakly, "Exactly..."

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

He grinned, laughed lightly too, "I should get locked in closets more often."

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

"It's certainly the most fun I've had in a while," she admitted with a smile.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

Jack kissed the side of her face and winked, "You're welcome."

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

She twisted enough to brush a kiss over his lips. "Feel free to come get locked in anytime."

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

"I think I might just have to take you up on that...." he agreed, hands traveling over her as he kissed back.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

The pleasure still thrumming under her skin was lovely, and she smiled against his lips, letting the feeling continue to shiver over her. "That would be lovely."

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

"Or... I could just get locked in your room." he pondered, a nice warm feeling still running over him too.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

"Also a completely workable situation," she agreed. "And more comfortable than a closet. With all sorts of different surfaces..." She got the feeling he liked to be versatile.

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

He was definitely versatile. In a great many things.

"Mmm... I like to use as many surfaces as possible. So you'll have to remember to clean your kitchen table before you eat." he laughed.

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

She smirked a bit. "That won't be a problem."

[a-fixed-point.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: fade? :D]]

[thepainted-lady.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: Sure. :-)]]

[jeremeukovi.livejournal.com]

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