James slid his arms around her more tightly, one hand tracing up her back to tangle in her hair. She tasted good, real good, and it was starting to make his head spin a bit. For all that he'd accepted they were here, together, safe, he still had nightmares now and again of what could have happened, and they woke him up shaking. But this was real and solid and he could let all of that go in her kiss.
Oh there were still nightmares. She figured there always would be, but for right now at least, she was too happy to be with him to care. She was thinking about all the things she loved - coming home to him, the smell of him just out of the shower, the taste of him and the way his arms felt when they wrapped around her. So many things about James collided to make her love him more than any other person she knew.
Sighing against his mouth, she pushed backwards a bit. The couch was coming uo behind him, though the hallway to the bedroom was to her left. She didn't really care where they ended up as long as it was sans clothing.
James walked where she pushed, slave to her guidance for the moment, and going where she pleased, finding himself forgetting everything he was worrying about just a few minutes before as the world tilted a bit around him and whatever was in her found its way into him. The room was far too hot, and they had on far too many clothes, the both of them. If there was something they were supposed to talk about, he couldn't remember what it was, and he slipped his fingers under the hem of her shirt to run them over her skin as he pushed it up.
He ran into the couch and stopped, leaning back against it, finding it as good a place to pause for a moment as any while he got her out of her shirt, kissing her more deeply, trying to steady himself on his feet so they both didn't just fall.
Juliet almost didn't want to pull away and break their kiss, but she had to if she wanted to be free of her clothes. She even had enough presence of mind to think ahead and tug his shirt up at the same time. That way she could kiss him without anymore interruption.
Her plan was to do just that until his fingers on her skin made her shiver and her lips found his neck instead. Lazily, she searched for the spots she knew made him hers, and that thought made her giggle a little against his skin. Wandering hands searched out a way to get his pants off quickly and effectively before she pushed him down onto the couch - getting to the bed was the furthest thing from her mind now.
James was more than happy to kick his pants off before he let himself fall back onto the couch, pulling her atop him. His lips slid down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin and that something underneath that was only her, that taste he'd know anywhere, recognize anywhere now he was sure.
His teeth dragged lightly over her skin, then he kissed away any sting as his fingers stroked down her torso, teasing over her curves before he sought the fastenings of her pants to divest her of them as efficiently as she'd rid him of his.
She normally wasn't a ticklish person, but something about the way he was touching her made her jerk and laugh, and she wriggled in his lap as she tried to dodge his fingers. "No tickling," she managed to say. "S'not fair."
When he had her pants unbuttoned, she raised her hips just enough to push them down as she leaned into him, giving her left leg a good shake before the pants finally gave way. Sighing contently, she kissed him deeply, arms winding around his neck as she broke away to nip playfully at his bottom lip.
He chuckled against her lips, nipping back. "Who said anything about fair, Doc?" he asked, and this time deliberately tickled, mostly to get her to do that wriggling thing again which was really doing all sorts of lovely things to him considering how she was settled against him.
This time she laughed loudly and tried to bat away at his hands. "James! No!" she said without even meaning it. Since everything had happened on the island, and even after being reunited in the village, she hadn't laughed like this. She probably couldn't really remember the last time she had.
Juliet finally grabbed at his wrists successfully and pushed them down into the couch as she leaned into him. A triumphant smirk played on her lips as she stared him down. "Now what, James?"
"Seems that's up to you," he said, looking up at her with a tilt of his head and a bit of a smirk of his own. "Seeing as how you've got me at your mercy now."
He tugged a little, playfully, at the wrists she was holding down. They both knew he could break free of her hold if he really wanted to, but it was a nice fiction that paralleled something more ephemeral. She held him in the palm of her hand, after all, and he was hers to do with as she pleased, disconcerting as such an idea would have been to him a year or two ago.
"Hmmm...what first," she murmered as she looked him over appraisingly. It was as she shifted that she realized she still had an offending piece of clothing on, and she let go of his wrists to reach behind her back. Sighing when it came off, she slid it down her arms and let it drop to the floor.
"Much better," she said before leaning in to kiss him again. Her tongue teased at his lips before she kissed him deeply, hands skimming down his stomach to trace along his pelvis.
James arched up into her fingers with a moan into her mouth. The brushing touch along his stomach, his pelvis, was setting off little shivers and he couldn't help but rock into her, then back down, then up again. His tongue met hers, teasing against it, then explored her mouth, tasting her with another moan.
With a hand free he ghosted it back up her side to curl around her breast, fingers tracing, palm cupping and holding the weight of it in his hand as his thumb brushed back and forth across her nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak.
She broke their next kiss to catch her breath as her hips rocked right back against him, the friction so good that she had to make herself stop to focus. His hand on her breast didn't help as her own moan finally joined his before she raised her hips just enough. The hand on his pelvis slid down to guide him into her, and she gave a sharp gasp at how good he felt as she sank onto him.
Juliet started slow, her hips undulating against his as she established a teasing rhythm while her hands skimmed back up his chest to eventually curl around his shoulders.
A moan broke out of him at the feel of her sliding against him, the friction letting shivers of sensation dance over his skin. His fingers kept up their slow strokes over her skin, tracing her breast, and when her fingers slipped around him, and she pressed onto him, the moan grew a bit louder.
His hips arched and his hand slid to her hip, holding tight. He let her set the rhythm, just keeping his hand there as a steadying touch, hips moving in time with what she decreed with her body.
The feeling of alcohol in her system emboldened her, and Juliet ran her hands up her stomach to cup her breasts, opening her eyes to catch his. The best thing for her was knowing that she could do something that turned him on even more.
She sped up, squeezing around him to hear that moan again, to hear her name as she moved against him and felt her hair stick to her face, covering her eyes.
God, she was gorgeous, a sight out of a dream it wouldn't be polite to talk about. He ran his hand up her body, tracing over her skin as they moved. Fingers skated over hers, outlining her breasts, then slipped over the line of her neck, tracing little patterns through the dampness sweat had left on her skin. He tangled them in her hair, pushing it back from her eyes, so he could see them, holding them with his gaze.
Each movement of her hips pulled a moan out of him, making it hard to breathe, and he arched up into her to meet her thrusts with movement of his own. "God...Juliet..." He was breathless, the words little more than a sigh of desperation for more of her.
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The feeling that she had, the feeling that she couldn't get enough of him was driving her crazy, making the tension in her stomach coil as she started to move faster. Her hands reached for his shoulders to help her brace herself, and she cried out his name loudly into the room.
Bending her head, she pressed her forehead against his as she came, her vision fading to white for a moment as she jerked and writhed against him. His name combined with fumbled words of endearment tumbled from her lips until she couldn't move or talk anymore.
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Sighing against his mouth, she pushed backwards a bit. The couch was coming uo behind him, though the hallway to the bedroom was to her left. She didn't really care where they ended up as long as it was sans clothing.
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He ran into the couch and stopped, leaning back against it, finding it as good a place to pause for a moment as any while he got her out of her shirt, kissing her more deeply, trying to steady himself on his feet so they both didn't just fall.
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Her plan was to do just that until his fingers on her skin made her shiver and her lips found his neck instead. Lazily, she searched for the spots she knew made him hers, and that thought made her giggle a little against his skin. Wandering hands searched out a way to get his pants off quickly and effectively before she pushed him down onto the couch - getting to the bed was the furthest thing from her mind now.
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His teeth dragged lightly over her skin, then he kissed away any sting as his fingers stroked down her torso, teasing over her curves before he sought the fastenings of her pants to divest her of them as efficiently as she'd rid him of his.
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"No tickling," she managed to say. "S'not fair."
When he had her pants unbuttoned, she raised her hips just enough to push them down as she leaned into him, giving her left leg a good shake before the pants finally gave way. Sighing contently, she kissed him deeply, arms winding around his neck as she broke away to nip playfully at his bottom lip.
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Juliet finally grabbed at his wrists successfully and pushed them down into the couch as she leaned into him. A triumphant smirk played on her lips as she stared him down. "Now what, James?"
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He tugged a little, playfully, at the wrists she was holding down. They both knew he could break free of her hold if he really wanted to, but it was a nice fiction that paralleled something more ephemeral. She held him in the palm of her hand, after all, and he was hers to do with as she pleased, disconcerting as such an idea would have been to him a year or two ago.
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"Much better," she said before leaning in to kiss him again. Her tongue teased at his lips before she kissed him deeply, hands skimming down his stomach to trace along his pelvis.
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With a hand free he ghosted it back up her side to curl around her breast, fingers tracing, palm cupping and holding the weight of it in his hand as his thumb brushed back and forth across her nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak.
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Juliet started slow, her hips undulating against his as she established a teasing rhythm while her hands skimmed back up his chest to eventually curl around his shoulders.
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His hips arched and his hand slid to her hip, holding tight. He let her set the rhythm, just keeping his hand there as a steadying touch, hips moving in time with what she decreed with her body.
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She sped up, squeezing around him to hear that moan again, to hear her name as she moved against him and felt her hair stick to her face, covering her eyes.
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Each movement of her hips pulled a moan out of him, making it hard to breathe, and he arched up into her to meet her thrusts with movement of his own. "God...Juliet..." He was breathless, the words little more than a sigh of desperation for more of her.
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Bending her head, she pressed her forehead against his as she came, her vision fading to white for a moment as she jerked and writhed against him. His name combined with fumbled words of endearment tumbled from her lips until she couldn't move or talk anymore.
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