Bete Noire ] [ Deleted Scene for Mara
The world, on a whole, had a funny way of making things interesting for Jo. Her birthday any other year would've been something less than celebrated. She would've gotten a beer, gotten a king size bed instead of going for the two doubles, since it was cheaper, and not minded being alone for any of it. If anything, it was possible that she preferred it that way.This city, however, seemed content to change all of her feelings about her birthday.
Her beer had been in the company of more than a few people, one of who had the sheer luck of catching her toward the end of her drinking. Discussions revolved around singing and spanking and for all interested parties, both did happen.
The night, despite being filled with laughter, drinks and more drinks, had to come to a close when the bartender announced that it was last call. Jo had a rather amusing retort to the summation of: "Oh yeah, well, I'll call you!"
It didn't have the same impact that Jo had anticipated.
Now, as it would turn out, Jo was walking with less of a straight path and more of a sudden-stop to her pace. The halting was purely to make sure she wasn't going to fall over and the sway was because she was really drunk. Technically, she was just a hint past tipsy, but the laughter and amusement of the night had pushed her a bit more toward the giggles.
The boat wasn't the easiest thing to maneuver when she was sober, especially at night, but now that she had a few in her she was finding some odd mysterious balance that she hadn't had before. It was as if the sway of the water had some sort of counterbalance to the sway of her body.
Whatever it was, it was fantastic.
"Fantastic," Jo murmured as she made her way down the narrow hallway to the room Nikita had been nice enough to let her stay in. Halfway there, Jo changed her mind and opted to go to Nikita's room instead. She was still awake. She had to still be awake.
Her hand knocked lightly the first time, but then her head thunked loudly the next as she tried to rest it there gently. The gentle part didn't work out so well and when Nikita opened the door Jo stepped back, pressing her shoulders to the opposite wall, smiling at her.
"You are..." Jo's words slowed for a moment, a hazy smirk creeping over her features, "...so fuckable."
Taking a breath, Jo's attention and her mind-set switched quickly, standing up straighter and looking at Nikita with bright eyes. "Someone sang to me on my birthday and it was really good." She almost sounds shocked at that part, mostly because she'd heard enough horrible renditions of REO that anyone singing it decently was good in her book. Being good was a downright miracle.
"I think I let him spank me." Jo had to think about that for a moment, and she was pretty sure it had at least been discussed. Jo pushed off the wall and moved into Nikita's personal space. She'd been pushing boundaries, mostly her own, the longer she had stayed there. Not that she felt the need to rush anything, but she liked being near her. Liked the lean build to her frame, the soft slope of her neck when it met her shoulder. Jo liked Nikita. It wasn't just some passing curiosity that made her over-think the next week.
Her fingers brushed against Nikita's cheek, a soft subtle contact, making her focus on the spot she was touching before her eyes drifted to the other woman's mouth. Her touch strayed over toward Nikita's lips, ghosting over the bottom tier before she stepped in even closer.
Jo was aware that she'd been drinking, that all the inhibitions that might have cropped up weren't even signaling tiny bells of warning in the moment. Truthfully, she didn't want anything to happen while she was like this. She didn't want that memory to be muted, dulled behind the blur of booze and a singing Captain. Still, she knew what she'd said earlier. Even now, just the remembrance of how direct and honest she'd been made something low in her body react. That bit of flush to her cheeks and a bit more sway to already unsteady knees.
"For the record, I know what I said back there a few minutes ago," Jo clarified with an intimate tone. "I've been drinking most of the night, but I'm not going to take that back."
It didn't change the fact that Jo still wasn't sure if she'd be any good at that aspect and that she wasn't really willing to risk it in this inebriated state, but that was some serious intent being laid out there. Jo let her head rest to the door-frame, fingers reaching out to touch Nikita's arm, tracing up toward her inner elbow and then reaching for her to try and tug her closer to her.
There was a look of soft amusement from Nikita, "You should probably drink some water and get some sleep."
Jo tugged her still, pulling her up against her as she leaned in the doorway. Her mouth found Nikita's neck. That soft curve that she was growing very fond of. The delicate feel of her skin and the soft clearing of her throat that was meant to get Jo's attention, but only made her smirk against that soft skin. Letting a small laugh escape her, she grinned close to Nikita's neck. "I know the minute I hit the bed I'll pass out, but I don't want to sleep yet."
Her mouth traveled up a bit, away from the spot where neck met shoulder and toward her earlobe. Jo's tongue brushed against that spot, breath that was laced with the whiskey from the night pressed hotly against her ear, "You could keep me up."
"I could, but then in the morning you might not be very fond of me."
Jo hummed in thought, letting her mouth wander back down to Nikita's neck. Open-mouthed kisses being plied to her skin, flickering motions of her tongue swept across the surface as the hand that had been content to just hold her close now wandered of its own accord. Her palm finding that perfect handful of curves, letting her fingers splay just enough to let her nipple catch to the join of her fingers as she pressed against it.
It made Jo anxious, her body reacting and shifting slightly forward. A soft sound came from her, wanting and heady, but swallowed against a murmur of unintelligible words. Jo could've stayed pressed there, hand on Nikita's breast, mouth against skin for hours. Even still, her hips shifted slightly, pressing her ass against the frame of the door, trying to get her jeans to rub against herself, seeking out friction just to allow herself that tiny moment of something she wanted.
Nikita's touch wandered against Jo's thigh. Fingernails raking over denim, the scratching motion causing a light vibration to her skin. Jo allowed her thigh to move, trying to guide Nikita's wandering, but even through the haze of lust, Nikita was more clever than that. She pulled away completely from Jo and there was an audible whimper at all the loss of contact.
Jo pouted as her own hands moved to cup to her own breasts. Still leaning in the doorway, she fondled herself for a moment, just watching Nikita. As her hands dropped away from herself, she pushed forward, standing up straighter, trying not to look completely upset. She knew she hadn't wanted that, not in that way at least.
With a soft plea to her voice, she glanced up at her from behind a bit of her blonde hair that had fallen over her eyes, "Can I stay with you?" Her head gestured into Nikita's bedroom, toward the bed they'd shared for a few nights. Jo still hadn't pushed that line over, but she'd come close. Tonight she just didn't want to have to walk down the hallway to her own room. Alone.
Drawing her lips inward against her teeth, she took in a breath, glancing over to Nikita again, "Did I tell you it's my birthday?"