day 159 revisited - rated R
They don't get to do anything like traditional dating often. Take a van to one of the valleys and look at the stars, but otherwise there's too many people hanging around or he's being called out at weird hours to help with something. Tonight though, James is pretty sure he's got it figured out. Strolling to the motor pool at 5:30, he sees Juliet saying goodbye to Javier and catches her eye. She smiles at him from a distance, but he can still see that one dimple working. When he finally reaches her, he nods toward a van. "Can I check one out for the night?"
She raises an eyebrow. "Are you working?" She grabs a clipboard with the release forms on it and starts filling it out.
"Maybe," he grins, but at her narrowed eyes he shakes his head. "Nah. Just got somewhere I wanna go is all."
Juliet eyes him warily, then hands him the form to sign. "I've got my eye on you, LaFleur."
"Good. Ride with me back to the house."
Javier is looking at Juliet and whistles under his breath. "Gonna be a long night for you, chica."
She blushes, but she gets in the van with James as he starts it up, and they drive the short distance to their house. But when she goes to get out, he stops her.
"Actually, I just gotta get some stuff. You stay here." When she narrows her eyes again, he leans over to kiss her. "I'll be right back."
While he's in the house, she can't help but grin and wonder what exactly he has planned. They've fallen into a sort of routine now that he's working overnights again, but she feels like she doesn't seen him often. Or, as often as she wants to which happens from time to time. Still, he never fails to surprise her when she least expects it.
When he comes out of the house, he's carrying a basket - the same basket he gave her grief about ordering a while back - and he tosses it in the back of the van before coming back around to the front.
"I thought you said a picnic basket was...how did you put it? 'From the fifties, not the seventies, so get with the times'."
James holds up his hands apologetically. "I stand corrected, Blondie. You wanna go out?"
"Say please." She's kidding, mostly, and isn't expecting anything, but suddenly he's turning in the seat.
"Juliet Burke. Will you date me?"
He's looking at her so earnestly, that when he finally smiles, she explodes into laughter. "Okay, yes, I'll go out on a date with you."
He kisses her chastely before driving out, far into the North Valley, almost the edge, sticking to the trees. She knows where they're going, a little area surrounded by rocks on both sides, and she hums happily when she's proven right. Once the van stops, she gets out and looks out at the water from the beach while he sets up. The blanket is spread and he brings out some hastily made sandwiches and a bottle of wine - no glasses, she notes.
Sitting down, she toes off her shoes and looks over at him. "I like it when we keep it classy," she grins before leaning over to kiss him softly. "This is nice. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Figured we could both stand to get outta the house." He kisses her again, hand moving up the side of her face and anchoring there to hold her close. He pulls back for a second, grinning a little. "Wanna go for a swim?"
Her stomach growls; loud enough for them both to hear, answering his question for her. "You go. I'll catch up," she smiles, pulling back so that he can stand up.
Tugging off his jumpsuit, then the clothes underneath, he tosses a glance over his shoulder and smirks at the fact that he knew for sure she'd be watching him. He watches her eyes move up and down his body before heading down to the water and diving in once he's deep enough. He gets his hair wet, swimming underwater for a minute before coming back up with a wide smile. "Water's perfect," he calls out to her.
Juliet has her sandwich in her hand, but she's more interested in watching him than she really is in eating. Still, she watches and eats, then pulls the cork out of the bottle of wine they'd started on two nights ago. Taking a sip, she sighs contently, then watches him as he comes back toward the beach. His body is revealed deliciously slow, and her eyes travel down his front, though he stops when the water is at his naval. Dammit.
"You comin' or what, Blondie?"
With a little laugh, Juliet stands up and unzips her jumpsuit, then takes off her clothes until she's just as naked as he is before making her way into the water. When she's standing right in front of him, she looks up and tilts her head to the side with a small smile. "Hi."
"Hey yourself," he replies, bending down to catch her lips with his.
She sighs softly and pushes back after their kiss, letting herself move onto her back so that she can float. The sun's setting, casting the water in a red and gold hue, and she closes her eyes. Her hair fans out, and her fingers dip in and out of the water.
He watches her, takes in what's laid out before him and quietly moves to her side. His fingers trail across her stomach and he sees her muscles jerk involuntarily. It makes him smile, and he bends down to kiss her, only content with that momentarily. Pulling her up, his arms wrap around her for support, even as her legs come around his waist. He kisses her again, their bodies pressing together in a show of need and want.
“I’ve missed you,” she murmurs softly against his mouth, gasping as he thrusts into her with one smooth roll of his hips. His name leaves her lips as a shuddering whisper, and all she can do is hold onto him. The way his fingers move over her skin makes it seem like he’s leaving trails of fire in his wake, and she moans, body jerking against his. Pressing her forehead against his, she opens her eyes to look at him, but quickly they close again as his hand slips between them and she loses her breath. The only words she seemingly has in her vocabulary are yes, more, and James. It’s a combination of the first and the last that tumble from her mouth as she comes, and as his hips speed up, they create small waves. For just a second it’s like she’s on air, until he groans her name against her neck and clutches her tightly as his own orgasm tears through him.
Both of them pant heavily against each other, and she wets her lips, fingers dragging through his hair. They float together, the sun gone now, and he speaks softly.
“Missed you, too.”
She raises an eyebrow. "Are you working?" She grabs a clipboard with the release forms on it and starts filling it out.
"Maybe," he grins, but at her narrowed eyes he shakes his head. "Nah. Just got somewhere I wanna go is all."
Juliet eyes him warily, then hands him the form to sign. "I've got my eye on you, LaFleur."
"Good. Ride with me back to the house."
Javier is looking at Juliet and whistles under his breath. "Gonna be a long night for you, chica."
She blushes, but she gets in the van with James as he starts it up, and they drive the short distance to their house. But when she goes to get out, he stops her.
"Actually, I just gotta get some stuff. You stay here." When she narrows her eyes again, he leans over to kiss her. "I'll be right back."
While he's in the house, she can't help but grin and wonder what exactly he has planned. They've fallen into a sort of routine now that he's working overnights again, but she feels like she doesn't seen him often. Or, as often as she wants to which happens from time to time. Still, he never fails to surprise her when she least expects it.
When he comes out of the house, he's carrying a basket - the same basket he gave her grief about ordering a while back - and he tosses it in the back of the van before coming back around to the front.
"I thought you said a picnic basket was...how did you put it? 'From the fifties, not the seventies, so get with the times'."
James holds up his hands apologetically. "I stand corrected, Blondie. You wanna go out?"
"Say please." She's kidding, mostly, and isn't expecting anything, but suddenly he's turning in the seat.
"Juliet Burke. Will you date me?"
He's looking at her so earnestly, that when he finally smiles, she explodes into laughter. "Okay, yes, I'll go out on a date with you."
He kisses her chastely before driving out, far into the North Valley, almost the edge, sticking to the trees. She knows where they're going, a little area surrounded by rocks on both sides, and she hums happily when she's proven right. Once the van stops, she gets out and looks out at the water from the beach while he sets up. The blanket is spread and he brings out some hastily made sandwiches and a bottle of wine - no glasses, she notes.
Sitting down, she toes off her shoes and looks over at him. "I like it when we keep it classy," she grins before leaning over to kiss him softly. "This is nice. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Figured we could both stand to get outta the house." He kisses her again, hand moving up the side of her face and anchoring there to hold her close. He pulls back for a second, grinning a little. "Wanna go for a swim?"
Her stomach growls; loud enough for them both to hear, answering his question for her. "You go. I'll catch up," she smiles, pulling back so that he can stand up.
Tugging off his jumpsuit, then the clothes underneath, he tosses a glance over his shoulder and smirks at the fact that he knew for sure she'd be watching him. He watches her eyes move up and down his body before heading down to the water and diving in once he's deep enough. He gets his hair wet, swimming underwater for a minute before coming back up with a wide smile. "Water's perfect," he calls out to her.
Juliet has her sandwich in her hand, but she's more interested in watching him than she really is in eating. Still, she watches and eats, then pulls the cork out of the bottle of wine they'd started on two nights ago. Taking a sip, she sighs contently, then watches him as he comes back toward the beach. His body is revealed deliciously slow, and her eyes travel down his front, though he stops when the water is at his naval. Dammit.
"You comin' or what, Blondie?"
With a little laugh, Juliet stands up and unzips her jumpsuit, then takes off her clothes until she's just as naked as he is before making her way into the water. When she's standing right in front of him, she looks up and tilts her head to the side with a small smile. "Hi."
"Hey yourself," he replies, bending down to catch her lips with his.
She sighs softly and pushes back after their kiss, letting herself move onto her back so that she can float. The sun's setting, casting the water in a red and gold hue, and she closes her eyes. Her hair fans out, and her fingers dip in and out of the water.
He watches her, takes in what's laid out before him and quietly moves to her side. His fingers trail across her stomach and he sees her muscles jerk involuntarily. It makes him smile, and he bends down to kiss her, only content with that momentarily. Pulling her up, his arms wrap around her for support, even as her legs come around his waist. He kisses her again, their bodies pressing together in a show of need and want.
“I’ve missed you,” she murmurs softly against his mouth, gasping as he thrusts into her with one smooth roll of his hips. His name leaves her lips as a shuddering whisper, and all she can do is hold onto him. The way his fingers move over her skin makes it seem like he’s leaving trails of fire in his wake, and she moans, body jerking against his. Pressing her forehead against his, she opens her eyes to look at him, but quickly they close again as his hand slips between them and she loses her breath. The only words she seemingly has in her vocabulary are yes, more, and James. It’s a combination of the first and the last that tumble from her mouth as she comes, and as his hips speed up, they create small waves. For just a second it’s like she’s on air, until he groans her name against her neck and clutches her tightly as his own orgasm tears through him.
Both of them pant heavily against each other, and she wets her lips, fingers dragging through his hair. They float together, the sun gone now, and he speaks softly.
“Missed you, too.”