something i haven't done in a long, long while
Title: Untitled [1/1] (for now)
Author: x_jacksper
Pairing: Jackson/OFC
P.O.V: Third
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Jackson Rathbone is my bitch. That's why I'm writing crap about him...
Summary: "Hmm, I've missed you," he murmered against her mouth...
Warnings: Mentions of sexy tiems
Author's Note: Just a short drabble right now; 241-ish words. First bit of writing I've posted in a veeeeery long time. This was actually the beginning of a chaptered fic, aka "the back story"; why they miss each other. I may continue, I may not; I haven't decided yet.
In the meantime, comments are appreciated and constructive critisism is welcomed.
The room was filled with moans and heavy breathing. Clothes were strewn everywhere; a tee shirt on the desk, a pair of jeans on the guitar stand in the corner, a bra over the lamp on the nightstand. The bed frame creaked with their love making, all deep thrusts and panting and groans.
She raked her nails down his back as he squeezed her hip, hitched her leg higher around his waist. He bit her shoulder and she arched her back, crying out his name as she fell over the edge, pulling him with her as her walls clamped down around him.
With one final thrust, he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck as she stroked his hair and they both tried to calm their breathing and heart beats.
After a few minutes he finally moved, grinned down at her and pushed away the hair that was stuck to her face before placing a soft, loving kiss on her lips.
"Hmm, I've missed you," he murmered against her mouth, gently rubbing his nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss.
She smiled, running her fingers along his jaw and kissing him again, sighing in contentment before replying, "I've missed you, too, Jackson."
They smiled at each other again, shared a few more kisses, before he rolled to his side and pulled her into him, wrapping their arms around each other and falling asleep in their loves' arms.
Author: x_jacksper
Pairing: Jackson/OFC
P.O.V: Third
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Jackson Rathbone is my bitch. That's why I'm writing crap about him...
Summary: "Hmm, I've missed you," he murmered against her mouth...
Warnings: Mentions of sexy tiems
Author's Note: Just a short drabble right now; 241-ish words. First bit of writing I've posted in a veeeeery long time. This was actually the beginning of a chaptered fic, aka "the back story"; why they miss each other. I may continue, I may not; I haven't decided yet.
In the meantime, comments are appreciated and constructive critisism is welcomed.
The room was filled with moans and heavy breathing. Clothes were strewn everywhere; a tee shirt on the desk, a pair of jeans on the guitar stand in the corner, a bra over the lamp on the nightstand. The bed frame creaked with their love making, all deep thrusts and panting and groans.
She raked her nails down his back as he squeezed her hip, hitched her leg higher around his waist. He bit her shoulder and she arched her back, crying out his name as she fell over the edge, pulling him with her as her walls clamped down around him.
With one final thrust, he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck as she stroked his hair and they both tried to calm their breathing and heart beats.
After a few minutes he finally moved, grinned down at her and pushed away the hair that was stuck to her face before placing a soft, loving kiss on her lips.
"Hmm, I've missed you," he murmered against her mouth, gently rubbing his nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss.
She smiled, running her fingers along his jaw and kissing him again, sighing in contentment before replying, "I've missed you, too, Jackson."
They smiled at each other again, shared a few more kisses, before he rolled to his side and pulled her into him, wrapping their arms around each other and falling asleep in their loves' arms.