Breakfast at Flanagan's - for jack_flanagan
Something smells good was the first thought Jane had as she started to slowly rise from a deep slumber. For a small person, she took up a remarkably large space in the bed, as she was lying on her stomach with her arms and legs spread out as far as they would reach. In her own bed that meant her hands were just dangling over the edges. In Jack's
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She closed the door behind him and was taking care of business in less than ten seconds. She barely heard him through the door but thought she understood. She was going to have to argue with him about the dishes later. She couldn't let him continue to cook for her and clean up afterwards. He was her boyfriend, not her personal chef or butler.
Once done with the toilet she brushed her teeth, happy with herself for leaving her bag in the bathroom the previous night. She was smarter than she thought sometimes. As she brushed she looked in the mirror and around the bathroom in the full light. She was in Jack's bathroom. Her boyfriend's bathroom. It felt so strange to call someone that again. Were they rushing into things? She felt sure Darcy would say so, and Jane wasn't sure she could explain why Jack was different from other guys. He just was. He was... he was Jack. And he was hers.
She wrapped herself in a towel she found in the cabinet under the sink and went to the kitchen to fetch her shower buddy. Even with his boxers on she could appreciate his rear. She really had found herself an amazingly fit man. She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands sliding up his stomach.
"I think I need some help with the shower." Not that she'd tried without him, but still. She didn't mind playing damsel in distress.
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Jack would be most amused at her fussing if and when she did. Maybe he would not think Jane was joking if it were at her place. He liked certain order in his apartment. Moreover, she was a guest until they lived together. Her concern would be endearing but cleaning his kitchen was the only move that made sense when she asked for a minute. Had she expected him to wait on the bed? He thought she was asking for privacy, not solely using the facilities.
His mind wasn't on anything in particular while he cleaned the kitchen. Jack was happy and used the energy to be swift. He was nearly elbow deep in the industrial grade sink, washing dishes when she sidled behind him. Only the sink held any sign that breakfast had been made. He smiled at seeing her ninja attempt, not uttering a word at catching her reflection on some of the stainless steel. "Sure! It is a little different with the steam, body sprays, rainfall and waterfall overhead."
The suds rinsed off his arms as he ran them under water while replying. Jack reached for a kitchen towel, drying himself before leading the way back to the bathroom. He caught sight of Jane in a towel and smirked at her modesty. With the windows in his apartment, he didn't blame her choosing coverage when she walked out to the open room. His amusement was more about how the towel she chose hung on her than having covered up in one.
"I hope my soap isn't too masculine." There was a Dove body wash for men along with bottles of men's shampoo and conditioner. "I could check my travel toiletry bag and see if I have any of the more generic hotel stuff. The hotels I stay at usually have the higher end toiletries," he offered with a casual stare. Jack was happy to answer her distress call. Little did he know it was false, not that he would mind.
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She followed behind him, enjoying the view and holding the towel up with one hand. She hadn't noticed how large it was until she'd wrapped it around herself. It had almost gone all the way around twice.
"Are you going to join me?" Even if he'd already had a shower, he could still take another. They had gotten a little sweaty earlier. As they passed the living room she collected her jeans, sweater and bra so she'd have something to put on once clean. She assumed the tattered pieces of her panties had found their way into the trash when Jack cleaned up the kitchen.
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"I was thinking of washing a load of laundry to include your clothes. ...Unless you wanted me to join you." The latter was more of a question than statement. Jack had no idea that she had additional clothes in her oversize purse. He would have preferred Jane romp around in one of his t-shirts, with maybe the waistband of a flannel pair of boxers folded over to fit around her waist properly, than to have her completely redress.
However, he recognized that it was pushing the envelope to expect a clothing optional weekend so soon. He should have jumped at the chance to shower with Jane. Jack recognized that fooling around in the shower wasn't ideal given the need for birth control. It was difficult to think of showering together and it remaining completely innocent. "Or are you trying to tell me something?" he teasingly asked, looking less focused and finally smiling.
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"No, you smell fine! I just... I don't know. If I have a choice to be with you or without you, I choose with you. No matter what we're doing." Jane was surprised by how emotionally vulnerable she was being, and without any coffee in her system. The prior night had shown her that the only way she was going to do this right was to be open with him.
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"I'm happy with you wearing my clothes, you know. Unless you really want to go to your place, you're welcome to wear something of mine and leave the set you brought for your trip home tomorrow. I can purchase condoms from the corner store. You could even wear something of mine for that trip," he said simply while sudsing a wash cloth.
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"You don't think it would look funny if we ran to the corner store for protection and I was wearing your shirt? You know the salesperson would take one look at me and know exactly what we've been doing all day. Or plan to do for the rest of the day." She grinned and reached past him for the shampoo, pausing to place a kiss to his throat.
"I guess I don't have to go to my place. But if you're going to hold me prisoner here, in your apartment and your clothes, then I'm gonna need some coffee." She was teasing, of course. She was a willing kidnappee.
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Instead of bathing himself, his hands moved to lather Jane. "Coffee isn't a problem. We can warm up with some after the walk to the store. If you're hankering for something to have with it, we can pick something up from the store."
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"Right! How could I forget about my coat?" She shook her head and laughed as she started to rub the soap across his chest. "Given our size difference I should get you to carry me to the store in a papoose. Or a baby bjorn!" That mental image set off the giggles, she simply couldn't help it. Water ran over her head and into her eyes and she shook her head back and forth to disperse the water, like a dog coming out of a bath.
"Have I mentioned this is the most amazing shower ever?"
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There was no scrimping. Jack carefully worked the lather between her toes, taking the soap from her hands to lather up the washcloth more to finish her opposite leg. His mouth salivated lightly at facing her center and brought a little life to his flaccid member. He mentally chastised himself for the impure thought. Then again...
"I heard somewhere that water pressure can be better than a vibrator. Want to try? I think if you step on the bench, I could get a body spray to hit your clit. You can rest your back on my chest. --If you're interested," he offered with his hungry gaze quickly returning.
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Her eyes popped open at his suggestion, and she looked down at him to see that familiar look in his eyes. His lips carried a saucy grin that could only mean one thing.
"And here I was planning on giving you a 'thank you' for the massage." They weren't in the right position. She was supposed to be the one on her knees, for the gift she had in mind.
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His touch didn't stop then. He reached for more soap and lathered the washcloth again, taking the same gentle care over her breasts. "You can still thank me. Let me watch you lose yourself. That's plenty thanks," Jack spoke definitively under the running water. He was never more grateful for the instant hot water that wouldn't run out on them.
Jane was met with his primal stare, Their height difference was too tremendous that his growing excitement prodded her belly button instead of the hot button between her legs. Once sufficient lather was over her breasts, Jack slipped a hand around to cradle the back of her head and held her carefully, leaning her back for a passionate kiss.
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"Both. First I let you watch, because I know by the time I'm done you'll be begging me to give you my thanks." She kissed him again - harder, hungrier, and shimmied her body against his to tease him.
"So where should I stand?"
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Jack didn't bother to answer Jane in words. He quickly lifted her onto the shower seat yet without pulling completely away from their kiss. Slowly, he turned her toward the wall and finally lost the connection between their mouths. Her back rested against his chest while one strong arm wrapped securely around her body.
Once she felt steady, he hooked an arm under one of her legs and spread her center apart for the body spray on the wall. Jack used his discerning eye as an engineer and architect to line her clit with the overhead spray as well. Slowly, he pressed the wall button until Jane was satisfied with the pressure from the water.
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She held tightly to his arm around her midsection and leaned her head back onto his shoulder as a low, guttural moan rose from her throat. He was not a man, he was the devil, sent to tempt her with all sorts of bodily pleasures until she lost her soul. It was the only explanation for the effect he had on her, and how quickly and easily he seemed to find ways to drive her to climax.
She could feel his cock behind her, wedged once again between their bodies. She turned her head to the side to suck on his neck, her thigh muscles quivering so much he was sure to notice, as he was still holding her one leg. Her orgasm hit her suddenly and hard. She gasped instead of screamed and went completely limp in his arms as she let the spasms overtake her.
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It made sense how Jane viewed him. He was hellbent on blowing her mind. Jack had the need to show her that he felt as incredible with her as she expressed being with him. Her limp body was cradled snug regardless of the water that cascaded over them. "That's my girl," he coaxed while collecting her securely and having her sit on his lap, as he sat on the bench, to collect her breath.
Her back continued to get a little massage by his hardened member standing at complete attention under her. "Say what you want about my observations, but you are absolutely breathtaking, Love. I'm not sure I'll want to let you go on Monday. And it's a day away." Jack nuzzled her temple with his nose then placed a kiss on the spot.
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