Fic: Turnabout Friction (Shark) NC-17
Title: Turnabout Friction
Fandom: Shark
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: After a long day and a showdown with Sebastian, Jess goes for a swim in order to cool down. However, after he shows up to sort things out, things heat up. Shameless PWP.
Other: While this is certainly not the first smutfic I’ve ever written, it is the first het-smut I’ve ever attempted, so bear with me. Set around mid-to-late season one. Warning: when I say PWP, I mean PWP. We’re talking smut-smut-smut-smutty-smut-smut. Smut.
Jessica Devlin threw her towel across a lawn chair and strode purposefully towards her small rectangular pool, muttering obscenities under her breath all the while. She had just come home from the office, where she and Sebastian Stark had had another one of their famous knock-down, drag-out fights. He had gone behind her back, lied to her face, withheld critical evidence and generally pulled all of his usual tricks, causing yet another media circus. It had worked for him for over twenty years now, and while Jessica held no delusions of him ever changing his courtroom strategy, it still really pissed her off.
She dove into the pool and began swimming laps. As she swam, she thought about all the horrible things she’d like to do to Sebastian, most of them involving spiky metal objects crammed into his urethra. About half-way through her fifth lap, she became aware that someone was watching her. She stopped mid-stroke and looked up at the hated face of Sebastian Stark.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she growled. The effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that it is very difficult to be intimidating while treading water.
He didn’t answer her, and she rolled her eyes and sighed in aggravation. “Up here, Sebastian,” she said, pointing towards her face.
“Huh? Oh, right,” he said, tilting his gaze slightly upwards. “I came here to apologize, Jess. I honestly never meant for you to get caught up in this mess.”
Though she was somewhat taken aback by his apology, she was not about to let it dampen her rage. She swam over to the edge and glared up at him. “That’d be a nice sentiment if I hadn’t already heard it from you a dozen fucking times.”
He sighed and knelt down in front of her. “I know, and I’m sorry. I truly am. I know it doesn’t change anything, but there it is. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you-“
“How about going back in time and keeping me from ever hiring you, you worthless son of a bitch!” she snapped, and immediately regretted it.
For a moment Sebastian was too startled to speak, but he regained his composure almost instantly. “Now wait just a goddamned minute, Jess. I may be a ruthless, unethical bastard, but I have been damn good for the D.A.’s office and you know it,” he said angrily.
She sighed. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. I was way out of line.”
He opened his mouth to argue further, then closed it in confusion, as if he wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly. In spite of her slowly-dwindling rage it was all she could do to keep from laughing at his bewildered expression.
If Sebastian noticed her barely-concealed amusement, he showed no signs of it. “Well, I guess it wasn’t entirely undeserved,” he admitted. “I know I haven’t made things easy for you these last few months, and I was a complete jackass to you today. If I could take it back, I would,” at this, he reached out and took hold of one of her hands.
“Yes, you were a jackass today, but so was I. And in spite all of our fights and all of the crazy stunts you pull, you have been good for the office, and,” she hesitated and gently squeezed his hand, “you’ve been good for me too.”
“Truth is, you’ve been good for me too, Jess,” he said, smiling softly at her.
For one perfect moment they gazed at one another without saying a word; Jessica gently massaged the palm of his hand with her thumb while he brushed an errant strand of hair from her face. He leaned in closer and whispered teasingly, “I always knew you wanted me,” thoroughly killing the moment.
Jessica blushed and smiled sweetly at him, lowering his defenses. Then, without warning, she yanked him into the pool. He soon resurfaced, coughing and spluttering like a wet rooster while she wiped tears of laughter from her face.
“What the hell, Jess! This suit cost eight hundred dollars!” he yelled when he got his breath back.
“Oh, boo-fucking-hoo. I’ll buy you a new one. Serves you right, anyway,” she replied, leaning against the edge of the pool with a satisfied grin.
He swam over and pressed up against her, their faces only inches apart. “Yeah? And what if I’m not satisfied with just a new suit?” he asked, his voice low and smoky.
Jessica met his gaze unflinchingly, though several other portions of her anatomy were reacting to his close presence in a way that was becoming somewhat distracting.
“Well, then I guess I’ll have to figure out some other way to make it up to you,” she replied suggestively.
“I like the sound of that,” he said, and kissed her.
There was nothing shy or tentative about his kiss; it was rough and demanding and almost hedonistic, and Jessica rose to the implied challenge, parting her lips and meeting him full force. The kiss quickly grew in intensity, and without even realizing it she soon had her legs wrapped around his waist while his hands found their way to her bikini-clad hips, pulling her closer into him and against his growing erection.
With a groan, Sebastian broke the kiss and gasped for breath. “Jess,” he panted, “unless you want me to take you right here in this pool, we need to stop right now.”
It didn’t take long for Jessica to reach a decision. She brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, “Why don’t you come inside and get out of those wet clothes.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he replied huskily.
The pair quickly made their way out of the pool and into her house. From there, Jessica took his hand and led him upstairs; paying no heed to the water that was dripping off of them. When they reached her bedroom door she stopped and turned to him.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind,” he begged.
“No, I was just thinking that I could use a hot shower. How about you?” she asked, stroking him through his trousers and slowly licking her lips.
“Any way you want it is fine with me, Jess,” he replied breathlessly, thrusting into her hand.
“Don’t get too excited,” she teased, withdrawing her hand and turning to open her bedroom door. He groaned in frustration and desire as she waltzed into her bedroom, knowing that she knew full well the effect she was having on him. He followed closely behind her, catching up just as she reached the entrance to the master bath. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.
“Be honest with me. Did you invent the art of cock-teasing?” he groaned in her ear.
“No, I just perfected it,” she replied, reaching up and caressing his face before slipping out of his embrace yet again.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, then turned to face Sebastian.
“So,” she began, leaning up against the wall and smiling seductively, “need any help getting out of that suit?”
“You know, I think I do,” he said, kicking his shoes off.
Together they managed to peel off his soaking-wet and clinging suit, until only his black silk boxers remained. At last those too were discarded, and Jess stepped back and leered at him.
“Not bad, Sebastian,” she said teasingly, running a single finger along the length of his erection.
He moaned and reluctantly pushed her hand away. “I believe it’s my turn to help you out of your wet clothes,” he said huskily.
She nodded stepped closer, allowing him access to the ties. His hands glided around her back and shoulders and swiftly untied the knots holding her bikini top in place. It fell unnoticed to the floor as Sebastian took in the sight of the most perfect breasts he had ever seen.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured softly, pulling her into his arms.
“Glad you approve,” she replied in a throaty whisper.
After that the banter died away as Sebastian slowly ran his hands down her sides and slid the bikini bottom off of her hips. With this final barrier out of the way, she led him into the fine spray of her large, double-headed shower. He closed the shower door behind them and slipped behind her, running his hands up her sides. Simply being able to touch her like this had him so turned on that he was ready to explode, but he willed himself to be patient.
“You are so damn beautiful, Jess,” he whispered, kissing her neck softly.
“You’re not so bad-looking yourself,” she gasped, arching up against him and running her fingers through his hair.
He cupped her breasts and slowly rolled his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her. His hands wandered lower, gently caressing her skin all the way down. He took his time, wanting to savor the experience of making love to Jessica for the first time.
She cried out and braced herself against the shower wall as his questing fingers slid into the damp curls between her legs. He kissed and nibbled her shoulders as he gently swirled his right forefinger around her clitoris, carefully avoiding contact with the sensitive nub.
“Sebastian, please…” she begged, her breathing growing harsh and ragged.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He withdrew his hand and gave her just enough space to turn and face him. She tilted her head back, allowing him full access to her breasts, which he descended upon greedily.
“Oh, God,” she panted as he took one of her nipples in his mouth.
He spent some time worshiping her breasts with his mouth and hands, alternately sucking, licking, nibbling and caressing each one until both nipples had hardened into stiff peaks.
“So damn beautiful,” he murmured, echoing his words from earlier.
He knelt down in front of her and began to kiss his way up her thighs.
“Wait,” she said, pushing his head away.
She stepped somewhat shakily over to the shower’s stone bench and sat down.
“Continue,” she breathed, giving him a sultry smile.
It was one order with which Sebastian was only too happy to comply. He turned and made his way over to her, gently parting her legs and settling them over his shoulders. Jessica closed her eyes and wound her fingers through his wet hair in anticipation. Sebastian, however, was determined to drag this out as long as possible. He slowly kissed his way up her thighs, relishing each sigh and gasp of pleasure he elicited from her. At last his mouth settled on the dark blonde curls between her legs.
Her arousal tasted better than he ever imagined-and he had imagined it many times-and he couldn’t seem to get enough. He lightly teased the entrance to her sex with the tip of his tongue before flattening it against her and gliding it up the entire length. When his tongue reached her clitoris, she yelped and bucked helplessly against his face.
“Please,” she pleaded breathlessly, “don’t stop.”
In response, Sebastian began humming tunelessly. The vibration of his lips and tongue against her soon had her screaming his name. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He had every intention of continuing his oral assault, but Jessica had other ideas. As the last tremors of her orgasm died away she slid her legs off of his shoulders and gave his forehead a gentle nudge.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but it looks like you could use a little attention too,” she teased, her voice heavy with passion.
She slid off of the bench and into his lap, gently pushing his unresisting upper body onto the shower floor. She paused to admire the way the shower’s spray flowed over his chest before leaning down to lick the stray droplets of water from him.
“You’re killin’ me, Jess,” he moaned.
“Always said I would, didn’t I?” she replied between kisses.
He didn’t know how much more he could take. “Please tell me you keep condoms here in the shower,” he begged.
She smiled and kissed him on the lips before replying, “I’m on the Pill, Sebastian.”
“Oh, thank you God,” he gasped, reaching for her hips.
She lightly swatted his hands away. “I believe it’s my turn to take care of you. Why not just lie back and enjoy the ride?” she quipped.
“Anything you want, Jess. Anything,” he said raggedly.
She kissed him again and slowly sank down on his raging erection, moaning appreciatively all the while.
“Jess, please don’t torture me,” he begged, willing himself to keep still.
“You know-“ she paused, gasping in pleasure, “-you love it.”
“God help me, I do,” he groaned.
After what felt like an eternity, she took him all the way in and began to leisurely grind her pelvis against his. Her excruciatingly slow movements were beginning to drive him crazy, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep himself in check. At last he gave in and began to thrust wildly into her.
She whimpered softly and braced herself against his chest. “Don’t stop,” she hissed.
Sebastian simply moaned in response, no longer able to form coherent words.
He relentlessly pounded into her, soon driving her to a second climax. With a final cry of pleasure she fell forward onto him, breathless and trembling. Then it was his turn to scream her name, the intensity of her orgasm triggering his own and causing him to nearly black out from the pleasure.
They lay motionless in each other’s arms for some time, trying to catch their breath. When Jessica felt she had recovered sufficiently, she began to shakily get to her feet, helping Sebastian up as well. He was still feeling quite wobbly, and leaned on her for support.
“You are more amazing than I could have ever dreamed of, Jess,” he whispered.
“So’re you,” she replied, resting her chin on his shoulder.
“So you do dream about me, then,” he teased.
“Got a problem with that?” she asked.
“Not at all.”
They stood like that for a little while longer, content for the moment to quietly hold each other under the shower’s spray. Jessica was the first to break the silence.
“I guess Julie will be getting worried about you soon.”
“Actually, she’s staying over at a friend’s house for the night,” he replied, idly stroking her back.
“I see,” Jessica grew quiet and thoughtful for a minute, then reached a decision. She withdrew slightly and looked him in the eyes. “Would you like to do the same?”
He smiled at her, knowing exactly what she was asking. “I’d love to.”
She smiled back at him, and the two of them finished their shower without saying anything else. When she stepped out of the shower to grab some towels, she noticed the crumpled pile of soaking-wet clothes on the floor and cringed.
“By the way, sorry about your clothes. I’ll cut you a check for everything that was ruined.”
She bent down and fished around in the pile while Sebastian tilted his head to better admire the view she was providing him.
He waved off her apology. “Don’t worry about it, Jess. I had it coming, and anyway if you hadn’t ruined them I wouldn’t be in here with you right now, would I?”
She found his cell phone and held it up. It gurgled. “At least let me buy you a new phone,” she said.
There was a faint, waterlogged “beep” from the pile.
“And a Blackberry,” she added.
He shrugged. “If you insist.”
“I do.”
“All right, but you know there are other ways you could pay it off…” he trailed off suggestively, and for a second he wished he had a moustache just so he could twirl it.
She gave him a playful shove. “Shut up and come to bed.”
“With pleasure,” he replied cheerfully.
The End.
Fandom: Shark
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: After a long day and a showdown with Sebastian, Jess goes for a swim in order to cool down. However, after he shows up to sort things out, things heat up. Shameless PWP.
Other: While this is certainly not the first smutfic I’ve ever written, it is the first het-smut I’ve ever attempted, so bear with me. Set around mid-to-late season one. Warning: when I say PWP, I mean PWP. We’re talking smut-smut-smut-smutty-smut-smut. Smut.
Jessica Devlin threw her towel across a lawn chair and strode purposefully towards her small rectangular pool, muttering obscenities under her breath all the while. She had just come home from the office, where she and Sebastian Stark had had another one of their famous knock-down, drag-out fights. He had gone behind her back, lied to her face, withheld critical evidence and generally pulled all of his usual tricks, causing yet another media circus. It had worked for him for over twenty years now, and while Jessica held no delusions of him ever changing his courtroom strategy, it still really pissed her off.
She dove into the pool and began swimming laps. As she swam, she thought about all the horrible things she’d like to do to Sebastian, most of them involving spiky metal objects crammed into his urethra. About half-way through her fifth lap, she became aware that someone was watching her. She stopped mid-stroke and looked up at the hated face of Sebastian Stark.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she growled. The effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that it is very difficult to be intimidating while treading water.
He didn’t answer her, and she rolled her eyes and sighed in aggravation. “Up here, Sebastian,” she said, pointing towards her face.
“Huh? Oh, right,” he said, tilting his gaze slightly upwards. “I came here to apologize, Jess. I honestly never meant for you to get caught up in this mess.”
Though she was somewhat taken aback by his apology, she was not about to let it dampen her rage. She swam over to the edge and glared up at him. “That’d be a nice sentiment if I hadn’t already heard it from you a dozen fucking times.”
He sighed and knelt down in front of her. “I know, and I’m sorry. I truly am. I know it doesn’t change anything, but there it is. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you-“
“How about going back in time and keeping me from ever hiring you, you worthless son of a bitch!” she snapped, and immediately regretted it.
For a moment Sebastian was too startled to speak, but he regained his composure almost instantly. “Now wait just a goddamned minute, Jess. I may be a ruthless, unethical bastard, but I have been damn good for the D.A.’s office and you know it,” he said angrily.
She sighed. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. I was way out of line.”
He opened his mouth to argue further, then closed it in confusion, as if he wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly. In spite of her slowly-dwindling rage it was all she could do to keep from laughing at his bewildered expression.
If Sebastian noticed her barely-concealed amusement, he showed no signs of it. “Well, I guess it wasn’t entirely undeserved,” he admitted. “I know I haven’t made things easy for you these last few months, and I was a complete jackass to you today. If I could take it back, I would,” at this, he reached out and took hold of one of her hands.
“Yes, you were a jackass today, but so was I. And in spite all of our fights and all of the crazy stunts you pull, you have been good for the office, and,” she hesitated and gently squeezed his hand, “you’ve been good for me too.”
“Truth is, you’ve been good for me too, Jess,” he said, smiling softly at her.
For one perfect moment they gazed at one another without saying a word; Jessica gently massaged the palm of his hand with her thumb while he brushed an errant strand of hair from her face. He leaned in closer and whispered teasingly, “I always knew you wanted me,” thoroughly killing the moment.
Jessica blushed and smiled sweetly at him, lowering his defenses. Then, without warning, she yanked him into the pool. He soon resurfaced, coughing and spluttering like a wet rooster while she wiped tears of laughter from her face.
“What the hell, Jess! This suit cost eight hundred dollars!” he yelled when he got his breath back.
“Oh, boo-fucking-hoo. I’ll buy you a new one. Serves you right, anyway,” she replied, leaning against the edge of the pool with a satisfied grin.
He swam over and pressed up against her, their faces only inches apart. “Yeah? And what if I’m not satisfied with just a new suit?” he asked, his voice low and smoky.
Jessica met his gaze unflinchingly, though several other portions of her anatomy were reacting to his close presence in a way that was becoming somewhat distracting.
“Well, then I guess I’ll have to figure out some other way to make it up to you,” she replied suggestively.
“I like the sound of that,” he said, and kissed her.
There was nothing shy or tentative about his kiss; it was rough and demanding and almost hedonistic, and Jessica rose to the implied challenge, parting her lips and meeting him full force. The kiss quickly grew in intensity, and without even realizing it she soon had her legs wrapped around his waist while his hands found their way to her bikini-clad hips, pulling her closer into him and against his growing erection.
With a groan, Sebastian broke the kiss and gasped for breath. “Jess,” he panted, “unless you want me to take you right here in this pool, we need to stop right now.”
It didn’t take long for Jessica to reach a decision. She brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, “Why don’t you come inside and get out of those wet clothes.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he replied huskily.
The pair quickly made their way out of the pool and into her house. From there, Jessica took his hand and led him upstairs; paying no heed to the water that was dripping off of them. When they reached her bedroom door she stopped and turned to him.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind,” he begged.
“No, I was just thinking that I could use a hot shower. How about you?” she asked, stroking him through his trousers and slowly licking her lips.
“Any way you want it is fine with me, Jess,” he replied breathlessly, thrusting into her hand.
“Don’t get too excited,” she teased, withdrawing her hand and turning to open her bedroom door. He groaned in frustration and desire as she waltzed into her bedroom, knowing that she knew full well the effect she was having on him. He followed closely behind her, catching up just as she reached the entrance to the master bath. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.
“Be honest with me. Did you invent the art of cock-teasing?” he groaned in her ear.
“No, I just perfected it,” she replied, reaching up and caressing his face before slipping out of his embrace yet again.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, then turned to face Sebastian.
“So,” she began, leaning up against the wall and smiling seductively, “need any help getting out of that suit?”
“You know, I think I do,” he said, kicking his shoes off.
Together they managed to peel off his soaking-wet and clinging suit, until only his black silk boxers remained. At last those too were discarded, and Jess stepped back and leered at him.
“Not bad, Sebastian,” she said teasingly, running a single finger along the length of his erection.
He moaned and reluctantly pushed her hand away. “I believe it’s my turn to help you out of your wet clothes,” he said huskily.
She nodded stepped closer, allowing him access to the ties. His hands glided around her back and shoulders and swiftly untied the knots holding her bikini top in place. It fell unnoticed to the floor as Sebastian took in the sight of the most perfect breasts he had ever seen.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured softly, pulling her into his arms.
“Glad you approve,” she replied in a throaty whisper.
After that the banter died away as Sebastian slowly ran his hands down her sides and slid the bikini bottom off of her hips. With this final barrier out of the way, she led him into the fine spray of her large, double-headed shower. He closed the shower door behind them and slipped behind her, running his hands up her sides. Simply being able to touch her like this had him so turned on that he was ready to explode, but he willed himself to be patient.
“You are so damn beautiful, Jess,” he whispered, kissing her neck softly.
“You’re not so bad-looking yourself,” she gasped, arching up against him and running her fingers through his hair.
He cupped her breasts and slowly rolled his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her. His hands wandered lower, gently caressing her skin all the way down. He took his time, wanting to savor the experience of making love to Jessica for the first time.
She cried out and braced herself against the shower wall as his questing fingers slid into the damp curls between her legs. He kissed and nibbled her shoulders as he gently swirled his right forefinger around her clitoris, carefully avoiding contact with the sensitive nub.
“Sebastian, please…” she begged, her breathing growing harsh and ragged.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He withdrew his hand and gave her just enough space to turn and face him. She tilted her head back, allowing him full access to her breasts, which he descended upon greedily.
“Oh, God,” she panted as he took one of her nipples in his mouth.
He spent some time worshiping her breasts with his mouth and hands, alternately sucking, licking, nibbling and caressing each one until both nipples had hardened into stiff peaks.
“So damn beautiful,” he murmured, echoing his words from earlier.
He knelt down in front of her and began to kiss his way up her thighs.
“Wait,” she said, pushing his head away.
She stepped somewhat shakily over to the shower’s stone bench and sat down.
“Continue,” she breathed, giving him a sultry smile.
It was one order with which Sebastian was only too happy to comply. He turned and made his way over to her, gently parting her legs and settling them over his shoulders. Jessica closed her eyes and wound her fingers through his wet hair in anticipation. Sebastian, however, was determined to drag this out as long as possible. He slowly kissed his way up her thighs, relishing each sigh and gasp of pleasure he elicited from her. At last his mouth settled on the dark blonde curls between her legs.
Her arousal tasted better than he ever imagined-and he had imagined it many times-and he couldn’t seem to get enough. He lightly teased the entrance to her sex with the tip of his tongue before flattening it against her and gliding it up the entire length. When his tongue reached her clitoris, she yelped and bucked helplessly against his face.
“Please,” she pleaded breathlessly, “don’t stop.”
In response, Sebastian began humming tunelessly. The vibration of his lips and tongue against her soon had her screaming his name. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He had every intention of continuing his oral assault, but Jessica had other ideas. As the last tremors of her orgasm died away she slid her legs off of his shoulders and gave his forehead a gentle nudge.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but it looks like you could use a little attention too,” she teased, her voice heavy with passion.
She slid off of the bench and into his lap, gently pushing his unresisting upper body onto the shower floor. She paused to admire the way the shower’s spray flowed over his chest before leaning down to lick the stray droplets of water from him.
“You’re killin’ me, Jess,” he moaned.
“Always said I would, didn’t I?” she replied between kisses.
He didn’t know how much more he could take. “Please tell me you keep condoms here in the shower,” he begged.
She smiled and kissed him on the lips before replying, “I’m on the Pill, Sebastian.”
“Oh, thank you God,” he gasped, reaching for her hips.
She lightly swatted his hands away. “I believe it’s my turn to take care of you. Why not just lie back and enjoy the ride?” she quipped.
“Anything you want, Jess. Anything,” he said raggedly.
She kissed him again and slowly sank down on his raging erection, moaning appreciatively all the while.
“Jess, please don’t torture me,” he begged, willing himself to keep still.
“You know-“ she paused, gasping in pleasure, “-you love it.”
“God help me, I do,” he groaned.
After what felt like an eternity, she took him all the way in and began to leisurely grind her pelvis against his. Her excruciatingly slow movements were beginning to drive him crazy, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep himself in check. At last he gave in and began to thrust wildly into her.
She whimpered softly and braced herself against his chest. “Don’t stop,” she hissed.
Sebastian simply moaned in response, no longer able to form coherent words.
He relentlessly pounded into her, soon driving her to a second climax. With a final cry of pleasure she fell forward onto him, breathless and trembling. Then it was his turn to scream her name, the intensity of her orgasm triggering his own and causing him to nearly black out from the pleasure.
They lay motionless in each other’s arms for some time, trying to catch their breath. When Jessica felt she had recovered sufficiently, she began to shakily get to her feet, helping Sebastian up as well. He was still feeling quite wobbly, and leaned on her for support.
“You are more amazing than I could have ever dreamed of, Jess,” he whispered.
“So’re you,” she replied, resting her chin on his shoulder.
“So you do dream about me, then,” he teased.
“Got a problem with that?” she asked.
“Not at all.”
They stood like that for a little while longer, content for the moment to quietly hold each other under the shower’s spray. Jessica was the first to break the silence.
“I guess Julie will be getting worried about you soon.”
“Actually, she’s staying over at a friend’s house for the night,” he replied, idly stroking her back.
“I see,” Jessica grew quiet and thoughtful for a minute, then reached a decision. She withdrew slightly and looked him in the eyes. “Would you like to do the same?”
He smiled at her, knowing exactly what she was asking. “I’d love to.”
She smiled back at him, and the two of them finished their shower without saying anything else. When she stepped out of the shower to grab some towels, she noticed the crumpled pile of soaking-wet clothes on the floor and cringed.
“By the way, sorry about your clothes. I’ll cut you a check for everything that was ruined.”
She bent down and fished around in the pile while Sebastian tilted his head to better admire the view she was providing him.
He waved off her apology. “Don’t worry about it, Jess. I had it coming, and anyway if you hadn’t ruined them I wouldn’t be in here with you right now, would I?”
She found his cell phone and held it up. It gurgled. “At least let me buy you a new phone,” she said.
There was a faint, waterlogged “beep” from the pile.
“And a Blackberry,” she added.
He shrugged. “If you insist.”
“I do.”
“All right, but you know there are other ways you could pay it off…” he trailed off suggestively, and for a second he wished he had a moustache just so he could twirl it.
She gave him a playful shove. “Shut up and come to bed.”
“With pleasure,” he replied cheerfully.
The End.