I don't know why (NC-17 leik woah)

[mandy_sheep]

Category: Pink Sheep RPG

Jake scratched his bare chest lazily as he drank the remnants of his coffee. Making a face at the lukewarm beverage, he put it down before rolling over to where Mandy was nestled in her pile of pillows and blankets. "Thanks for staying," he brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Thanks for making me stay." They had both heard the screams, though Mandy had assured him that Ced had everything under control.

"Any time," she returned with a sleepy smile, beckoning him closer. He'd started at the noises from upstairs, they both had, but after what had happened in the kitchen, leaving her with Cedric had seemed the best course of action.

He pulled her into him, wrapping arms around her middle, needing something to hold onto. "She was in a freak earthquake at camp," he said lowly as he began to tell the tale, assuming that was the source of her nightmares. "Middle of the night and the earth begins to shake around them. The cabin came down around their ears. Most got pretty banged up, save Sam." He sighed. "Physically I mean. They found her trapped under some rubble early the next morning. Merlin, when I think about the time she spent alone."

Jake stared off into space. "She was nine. Too young to be away from home."

Mandy laid her head on his chest, sliding her arms around him, just holding. After a long, quiet moment, she spoke. "You didn't make the decision to let her go to camp, Jake, and you didn't put her through it. All you've done is to try and help her handle it, in your way." She broke off, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. "I know it wasn't the best morning, but maybe this needed to happen, so that any remaining trauma can be dealt with properly now that she's older."

"My parents. I love them, but," he shook his head, "they expected her to be like me." To be stoic and not let the hurt show through. Hurt that still haunted him up until that day. Although it was slowly dissipating since Ced waltzed back into his life. "But she's not. Merlin, she's not."

"She's not, and she shouldn't have to be." She squeezed him tighter, as if the action would somehow communicate the comfort she so wanted to give. What else could she do? "I can put you in touch with Dr. Norris, if you like. He..." she trailed off momentarily, "he really helped me after everything that happened in the last few years of school. And he's a squib, so he knew this world is real, that I wasn't describing a delusion. It might be good for her to talk to him."

"It would be," he agreed. His parents had put her in therapy, as had been suggested, at the time, but when they returned to England, she had been pulled out of it. And since she seemed fine on the surface, their parents were willing to believe she was fine.

"It's just..." He raised a hand to his healed cheek. They way she had looked at him, run away from him, had hurt more than the scratches. "She doesn't deserve this."

Mandy laid her smaller hand atop his, shifting slightly so she could look him in the eye. "You're right. She doesn't. Cedric didn't deserve what happened to him, and none of us deserved to have such a fucked up adolescence. Life isn't fair." Leaning over, she kissed his other cheek. "You can only do your best and love the people you're given. I think you do a pretty good job of that."

"Thanks." He leaned over to kiss her forehead. "I do love the people I've been given."

"I think they're lucky to have you." Wriggling back down, she settled against him once more, nuzzling at his distractingly delectable chest.

"I include you in that list too, you know." Jake brought his hand up to card his fingers through her hair. "The way I see it, I'm pretty lucky to have you around. Best friends appearing from the dead. Little sisters having fits. Two bachelors unable to feed themselves. You take it all in stride."

"It's worth it for the mind-blowing sex," she quipped, ruining the effect of the frank tone when a bubble of laughter rose up from her chest. "I happen to like feeding you, and being around you."

"Oh well, how could I forget the sex?" He tickled her sides, delighting in her laughter.

She rolled away from him, back to her side of the bed and quickly grabbed a pillow for a shield. "And here I thought I was unforgettable." Moments later, she whapped him on the head with the pillow.

"Hey! What?" He tried to fend off her next attack. "Of course you're unforgettable." He dove for her, tackling her against the mound of pillows that hadn't been disturbed. Jake covered her body with his. "In fact," he pressed kisses along her jawline, "I find you pretty damn unforgettable."

She bit her lip around a chuckle, sliding possessive hands over his shoulders. "I do aim to please." Her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Good," he whispered. Jake was just leaning down to capture her mouth with his, when there was a tentative knock at the door. "Sam." His eyes widened and he rolled off of her, scooping a tee shirt off the floor. After a quick sniff, it was clean-ish, he tossed it to her. As an afterthought, he summoned a pair of boxers from the drawer for her as well.

He slowly got out of bed and went to the door. Glancing back just in time to see Mandy wiggle into his pants, he jerked the door open, careful to shield his girlfriend from view. Sam stood there, looking like nothing more than a dejected five year old. Her choice of pajamas, overly long pajama pants and one of Ced's Hufflepuff hoodies, didn't help the situation. "Sam?" he asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. He didn't particularly care for the interruption, but at least this time she knocked.

She flew to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I'm still mad at you, but I'm sorry."

As much as she didn't appreciate the interruption, Mandy couldn't help but melt slightly at the picture they made. He was just so sweet with her, it was adorable. Hopefully Sam wouldn't notice that, adorable knickers aside, she was completely clad in her brother's clothes. For want of something to do, she began to pack up the remains of their breakfast, quietly, so as not to disturb the hug.

"You can be mad later." Jake tugged on her ponytail, trying to lighten the situation. "Now why don't you loosen your grip a little so I can breathe?" He pulled away slightly, tilting her her head up so he could look into her bleary eyes. "Thank you. Now why don't you get some sleep so you can argue with me all you want this afternoon?"

"But I don't want to sleep," she whined, burying herself into his embrace.

"Sunshine, you sound miserable. And like it or not, you're going to end up falling asleep." Grabbing his wand from the waistband of his pajama bottoms, he summoned the vial of Dreamless Sleep. Once it landed neatly in his hand, he uncorked it, offering it to her. "Make it easy on the both of us for right now, please, Sammy?"

She sighed, taking the vial from him delicately with two fingers. Sam looked at the potion for a moment, suspicious.

"Two small sips," Jake warned.

Doing as he directed, the sixteen year old made a face as the potion passed her lips. "It tastes horrible."

"Why do you think I tried to hide it in tea?" He grinned at her as he closed the vial and put it on the nearby table.

Her eyes blinked closed. "Good point," she murmured sleepily. She might have said something else, but a yawn broke through, masking whatever she was going to say next. Sam teetered forward dangerously, causing Jake to pull her in his arms. Leaning her head on his chest, the sixteen year old immediately started snoring.

Jake held back a laugh, twisting his body slightly to look back at Mandy. "I've never seen it work so quick. Maybe it's because she was already dead on her feet. Anyway," he shook his head and picked his sister up, "I'm going to tuck her in so we can get back to what we were doing."

Moving out into the hall, he made his way up the stairs, careful not to jostle the precious cargo in his arms. "You better not be drooling on me, Sammy," he whispered as he kicked her door in slightly. The sleeping girl made a small mewling sound in her sleep when he put her down in her unmade bed, but soon snuggled down into covers, her breaths deep and regular.

"Sleep well, Sam." Jake leaned down and kissed her forehead before withdrawing. Thirty seconds later he was down in his room, shutting his door firmly, smirk in place as he glanced over at Mandy. "Now, where were we?"

She scooted into the middle of his enormous bed, crooking her finger in a come-hither gesture. "I was putting your clothes back on, if I remember correctly."

He laughed, stalking forward. "See, I remember it quite differently, considering how much I prefer you with clothes off, be them either yours or mine."

"So this can go?" she asked, fingering the hem of his tee shirt. The next moment, she'd pulled it over her head and flung it at him with a grin.

He ducked the oncoming garment as he dove for the bed and for her. Knocking her back against the sheet, he began to blow raspberries along her bare skin. "I whole heartedly approve, Princess."

"Stop it!" she squealed, pushing at his shoulders in an attempt to dislodge him. Legs and hips wriggled futilely beneath him.

"Stop what?" he sat back on his haunches, her wiggling had definitely caused a visible reaction. Jake ran his hands up and down her bare sides, coming just short of her full breasts. "I love it when you laugh."

"I love it when you touch me," she responded, running her hands over his arms, tapping her nails around his triceps.

"I love it when you tremble under me." He pulled off his flannel trousers. "Like you don't know if you're about to laugh or cry." Jake leaned down nipping at her bare shoulder. "I love it when you press yourself against me in your sleep."

She groaned, expectant and anticipating, his words doing just as much to her as his hands and teeth. "I love the way you move inside me," she whispered.

He pressed up against her, rubbing experimentally, to illustrate to what she did to him. "I love the little sounds you make."

"I love your hands on my hips, and the look on your face as you let go," she exhaled in a rush, rolling her hips against his with an eager sound.

He rubbed up against her slit; she was already wet, making penetration easy. He bit back a moan as he sank into her warm wet heat. "I love it when you beg me," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her mouth. "I love the way you taste on my lips."

"I..." she broke off as he slid inside of her; firm and filling and perfect. She was so close to saying it, to telling him, but the last time she'd said those words, she'd ended up broken. "I love the way you make me feel," she finished, meaning more than just the physical. He made her feel valued in a way that had been missing from her life.

He moved neither fast nor slow. He neither wanted to rush it or savor it. He just wanted to be. His hands came to tangle in her hair as he drew her face up and into a kiss. "I love the way we fit together."

Her gentle hands found his face, as she sighed into his mouth in perfect contentment. "I love it when you hold me," she rested her forhead against his, feeling a part of him in every corner of her being.

Jake drew back, his hand reaching for hers as his hips continued to move at a leisurely, but consistent pace. He furrowed his brow as a thought crossed his mind. "I think," he started, leaning down to kiss her. "I think I love you." The last part was whispered against her ear.

Mandy's breath hitched, fingers squeezing around his; she was covered and consumed by him, completely aware of every point of contact. It took everything in her to say it, but this time, it didn't hurt to do so. "I love you, too." She squeezed around him, slid her legs around his waist and just held. "I love you, Jake."

He felt a rush of pleasure, so much deeper and more consuming than an orgasm. Burying his head into the crook of her neck, he tried to blink back the tears. He had never said those words to anyone outside his family--which included Ced--before. It was an odd, but refreshing, statement.

He loved her. She took deep, shuddering breaths, feeling like she could have laughed or cried, or done both at once. Though the rest of her body kept still, letting him stay against her neck, she worked her internal muscles around him, clenching and fluttering as she revelled in the heady cocktail of feelings. "I love you," she breathed against his ear; now that she'd said it once, it was the easiest thing in the world to repeat it.

"Love you," he parroted back as she squeezed around him, drawing the orgasm from his body with a soft moan.

She kissed him again, her free hand seeking his and bringing it to the juncture of her thighs. "I love hearing you say that," Mandy murmured against his lips.

His fingers brushed against the tiny bundle of nerves. He wasn't teasing. He just wanted to be honest and true. To her. To the moment. He ran his nail lightly over it's sensitive surface as his mouth descended onto one of her previously neglected nipples.

She gasped, a frustrated little moan letting loose as she tried to get somehow closer to him. "Jake," she all but mewled, "please".

He slipped out of her as he applied more pressure to her clit. "Take it, love," he whispered along her skin. "No teasing. No games."

Her toes curled, eager, searching cries climbing until his fingertips drove her to completion, calling his name as she reached her explosive, pleasurable peak. She shuddered beneath his hands and lips, satisfaction pulsing through her petite frame.

As she fell back onto the bed, worn out, Jake crawled up beside her, grabbing his wand to cast a freshening charm on the two of them. Pressing a kiss to her temple, he pulled the blankets up and over them. "We've got a few hours, at least, until Sam wakes up and decides to tear into me." He yawned. "And Ced knows better than to bother us." He pressed his face into Mandy's hair. "Love you," he let it roll off his tongue.

She picked up his hand, lacing her fingers through his as she brought it to rest around her waist. "I love you too, Jacob Summers," she murmured sleepily, liking the way it sounded. With a happy sigh, she nestled back against him.

"My middle name's Alan." He grinned down at her when she gave him a strange look. "If you're using my full name, you should know my middle name. It's useful when you want to curse at me."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Rumpling the blankets, she turned over under his arm, the better to look at him. "Jacob Alan Summers. Somehow sounds more dramatic than Amanda Lee Brocklehurst." She traced a solitary finger down his chest. Honestly, she just couldn't get enough of his fabulous torso.

"It's not usually so dramatic, unless my mother deems it necessary to yell at me. Like the time I convinced Sam that yes, a pony could live in her room. We were living in a condo right outside Las Vegas at the time, so it was probably deserved." He smirked. "I don't think either have fully forgiven me for that little slip up.

Her finger changed angles to poke him in the chest as she gasped. "Jacob Alan Summers! I cannot believe you lied to her about a pony. That is so many levels of wrong."

Jake laughed loudly. "They have miniature ones! To be fair, though, I don't think I ever specifically said a real live pony. Besides, don't get too angry on Sam's behalf. She got several My Little Pony toys and horse related stuffed animals out of it." And he had to attend quite a few tea parties, but he wasn't about to get into that.

"That only just makes up for it," she returned in a warning tone. "Bloody big brothers."

His only response was to give her a self-satisfied grin.

"Oh, don't you pull that grin on me like I'm just going to let it go because you're all adorable." She narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms, though Mandy instantly regretting the action, uncomfortable as it was around bare breasts.

"But you are." He nodded. "I'm sure of it. And don't cover those up." Jake tugged at her arms to unfold them. "They're too glorious to be covered."

"If your self assurance weren't so sexy, it'd be disgusting." With a resigned sigh, she let him win the tug of war. "You're such a boy."

"And don't you forget it." He leaned over as if to kiss her shoulder, but blew a raspberry against it instead. "I also like dirt, slime, and other creepy-crawly things."

"Those I can handle, it's just the smell I can't stand." She shoved his raspberry-prone lips away, and ducked under Jake's arm, scurrying to his side of the bed.

"That's why they invented Bubble-Head charms." He looked over at her, pouting a bit. "What are you doing all the way over there?"

"What does it look like? I'm waiting for you to catch me."

"Well, I'll have you know, I'm excellent at catching." His grin turned into a smirk as he slipped off the bed and began to round the corner.

"That's cheating," Mandy announced emphatically, scooting back to the middle of the bed and grabbing another pillow for defense.

"And that's not?" He reached out and tugged at her foot. "Sooner or later you're going to run out of ammunition, and then where will you be?"

"In the middle of your bed, naked and all alone," she sighed mournfully. "Defenseless, even."

"Naked? Yes." He tugged the pillow out of her hands. "Defenseless? No." He crawled towards her. "Alone? Never."

Mandy reached for him even as she backed up against the headboard. "Never?"

"Yes. Never." Taking her hand he tugged her to him. "Not if I have anything to say about it, at least."

Pressing herself close to him, Mandy slid a hand around the nape of his neck. "Why are you so wonderful to me?" she asked rhetorically.

"I thought I already listed the reasons?" He positioned her into his lap, so they were facing one another. Jake nipped at her jaw. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten."

"No." She shook her head, leaning in to peck him on both cheeks. "Just feeling extremely lucky."

"You are lucky." He suddenly realized how open she was, draped all over him. His hands drifted down to between their legs. His thumb caressed her little nub of pleasure as one blunt finger entered her smoothly. "Very lucky."

Moaning eagerly, she dropped her forehead to his shoulder, pressing little kisses into the hollow above his collarbone as she rocked against his hand with a whimper.

He nearly melted at her whimper, but bit his lip. "One finger," he murmured into her ear. "S'all you get." He bent it slightly, looking for that secret place within her that would make her see stars.

"Oh, god, Jake," her mutter was heartfelt as she squeezed around the lone digit. The warm puffs of breath against his shoulder picked up speed and she pressed her chest against his, quivering with want and need and all for him.

Jake's free hand traveled up and down her back, both holding her there and serving to distract her somewhat. His thumb circled her clit, never quite giving her the satisfaction she so desired. "Come on, baby girl," his teeth grazed her shoulder, "come for me."

She begun undulating around his hand in earnest, her pants seasoned with whispers of frustration and desire. Clutching tightly at Jake's shoulders, she ran her lips up his neck, along his delectable jawline to claim his far too talented mouth.

Their tongues battled for a moment, but he let her win, instead thrusting his finger within her just a bit harder, to give her just that much more. He loved the little intake of breath. She was vibrating with pleasure, which made the scene that much hotter. Idly, he wondered if she could feel the his reaction to her and what she would do to him if he suddenly withdrew.

Eyelids fluttering, she groaned into his mouth, rocking forward in an effort to somehow feel more of him inside her. She was almost there but not nearly enough, and it was killing her, in the very best way.

He kissed her again, hard, before drawing away. His hand slipped out from her rocking hips, drawing frustrated breaths from her. Where the last time had been nothing but honesty, there were games afoot here.

An intensely frustrated cry escaped her lips, and Mandy's nails dug into him as her walls clenched, useless and empty. "Please Jake," she pleaded against the muscles of his neck, desperate to have him back.

He wondered exactly how far she would go if he teased long enough. "I'm waiting for you to catch me," Jake parroted her earlier words back at her. He kept his fingers splayed on the bed as he smirked at her.

"Oh, I'll catch you alright." That eminently self-satisfied smirk flooded her with desire once more, even as she gave him a petulant glare. "You are so lucky that I love you," she told him mutinously, rearranging herself around him so that her legs went over his hips and around his back. She tossed her hair back, pinning him with a smouldering look before she sank onto his waiting erection. Her head fell back with a moan, though she held completely still around him.

"Dirty trick," Jake groaned, his hips moved just the tiniest amount to tease and tantalize. "But I'll have you know, I can fight just as dirty."

"Really?" With a groan, she squeezed around his length, her legs holding him just that bit tighter. Mandy moved to kiss and nip her way along his jaw and down his neck, burrying her face in the familar corner where his neck and shoulder met.

"Really." Although he pressed a kiss to her hair, Jake's hands remained firmly on the bed, holding onto the sheets for dear life. He began to thrust shallowly, not really having a good angle, but it was enough.

She moaned against his skin, trying to meet his thrusts by rocking her hips, but it wasn't nearly as much as she needed. It took several movements, during which she gasped at the way it felt to shift around him, for Mandy to end up with her knees planted on the bed, spread out on either side of him. Moaning in victorious satisfaction, she rose up, her breasts sliding against his chest, and slid back down slowly with an eager, lusty moan.

Merlin, he wanted to touch her. His hands on her hips, controlling her movements. Or his hands on her breasts, tweaking at her responsive nipples. But he wouldn't. Not yet. There was still a game to be played. As much as it pained him, Jake stilled his thrusts, flattening himself against the bed. She would have to work at it.

As he fell back against the bed she pitched forward slightly, the movement forcing his cock deeper inside of her, prompting a gasp. She watched the way he watched her, taking in every gasp, every rise and fall as she slowly brought herself closer to her completion around him, for him.

"Come on, Princess," he groaned out. "Show me what little 'Claws can do."

"What little 'Claws can do?" she panted, running her nails over his chest, making sure to come in contact with his nipples. After filling herself again, she leaned forward to lay against his chest. "We can get what we want," Mandy whispered, rolling them over so that he was on top of her.

"And what is it you want?" Bracing himself against the bed, Jake bent his head down to nip at her bottom lip. "Tell me what you want," he thrust shallowly into her once, letting the threat of something hang in the air.

"You," her answer was sure and fervent, "fucking me until I can't see straight."

"No," he bit into her lip, a bit harder than he should. "Not fucking. Loving." He withdrew to almost the point of pulling out completely before sinking in again. And again. And again. And again. He kept the pace slow and steady. He wanted her to fall apart beneath him because she didn't have a choice.

She cried out, syllables that were meant to be his name as she trembled and melted beneath him. Her whole body was eagerly aware of him, suffused with desire. Mandy reached out to take his hand, familiar, delicious tension coiling within her. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He took her hand in his larger one, running a calloused hand over her palm. "Let go, Princess. Nobody's stopping you."

She gripped his fingers tightly as she came, shuddering, clenching and crying out beneath him as stars danced across her eyelids. Mandy called his name as she fell.

Her climax triggered his own. Breathing heavily, his forehead fell to her shoulder as he pressed kisses to her bare skin.

Mandy was still catching her breath beneath him, her free hand gently trailing over his back. She felt completely boneless and utterly satisfied. "You know, I never liked being called 'Princess' until you did it," she commented in a light, conversational tone.

He rolled off her, smiling against her bare arm. "Is that so?" His hand rested on the flat of her stomach. "Well, I guess that's good for me then."

"Very good." Yawning, she stretched all the way down to her toes. Returning his sated smile, she kissed his forehead.

"So does this mean it's nap time, then?" He curled into her body, hooking his leg over one of hers.

"I think we've earned it." She snuggled in to him, pulling his blankets up and over their coil of limbs.

His snore was the only response.

"Typical."

{Summary: Mandy and Jake say a few things}