She chuckles and it has an edge of want that makes it throaty, "I was thinking just a dress shirt and nothing else..." Her head tilts, brow raised, "Unless you have some fetish you never shared with me?" It is nice that they can tease each other, and know they're doing it out of just being friends, or more now.
She's good at that, doing that to most men. It didn't help the grown, married men when they watched and her hand settled on his knee that one time either. What's hard to believe is that sometimes, what she does is completely unconscious. That day, was on purpose though.
She'll like knowing he wants to enjoy her and yea, that she's his and his alone. Something she should have been before.
She'd just sooth nervous and scared if she saw it. But as her back is against his chest, she doesn't see it.
She groans softly at his hands on her chest, her own hands reaching back to undo her bra. Her hands take his so the fabric can fall to the floor with her dress, leaving her in a pair of panties only. She guides his hands back to her chest, a louder groan for feeling skin on skin now.
Her head turns, nipping his lower lip lightly, "You're thinking about something..." she murmurs softly. She can't pin down what, but she can tell his brain isn't completely concentrated on her.
"There better be at least stockings. I think your mother would fly out here knowing you were barelegged in a dress and beat me senseless. I like having some sense." He chuckles and kisses her under the ear. "Oh yes, I've got a fetish for cross-dressed women with painted on mustaches..."
She will never know how badly he wanted to shove her in a broom closet for a make out, or how long he was in the shower that night.
Here he is, with the girl of his dreams, and he's choking. Choking hard.
"...um...I...let's get you in the tub, you're cold."
How can he tell her? "Yeah, hey, G? You know the girls that you are convinced I slept with? Nope. I'm a virgin. :D?" No. That...just does not work.
"I like you having sense too. And I meant for you, just you, I can wear your button-down shirts and nothing else." Her head tilts into that kiss happily ans she laughs. "That is definitely one I haven't heard before...very interesting tastes you have there, Archibald."
Much as Chuck would have been chewing stones, she would have made out with him right there, no closet needed. That was one of the few times she was single too. All he would have had to do was tug her where he wanted her.
She turns, eyes dark as she meets his eyes. "Jude..." Her hand cups his cheek and leans up, line of her body against him, to kiss him softly. "Talk to me." The choking is a sure sign that something is wrong. She can't slow down if she doesn't know that she's moving too fast because what she thought was wrong.
He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. "It's hard to do it just for me in this house, but I'm sure you'd give it a good college try." He strokes her cheek for a moment. "Well, Bass, you know the rich are always into weird things. Comes from their jaded lifestyles."
He tried then. The words just didn't come out when he opened his mouth. They did, later, through music, but the moment was over.
He kisses her back, before holding her by the shoulders the tiniest bit away from his body. "If you don't get in that tub, I'm going to do something the complete wrong way, and I don't want that. You deserve better than...against a Formica bathroom cupboard door."
She laughs, leaning in to kiss him. "I certainly will, anything to make you smile, J." Her head leans into his hand, smiling. "We're a breed all our own, really."
It was. But he has her now, for as many make out sessions he wants to have. She'll even let him help her christen her office when she officially takes over Bass Inc to make up for the missed opportunity.
Holding her away from his body earns the softest whimper. She wants to be close to him...not held away. "You're not...leaving me are you?" The tub isn't quite big enough for them to share comfortably, but she doesn't want him going far either. She does pull back to step towards the tub, watching him with eyes that say that might not be terrible to be fucked that way.
He kisses her. God, will she ever taste any more perfect that she does right now? He doubts it. "You always make me smile, Disgrace. C'mere." He tugs her even closer, kissing the top of her head.
Oh, he'll have some even better ideas about christening the office. Probably a lot closer to what they don't know her father's probably done in that office.
"I'll stay in here, but..." He shakes his head at that look, watching her go before sitting on the toilet. "Not for the first time, G. I want it to be special."
She could ask the same question about him. "I'm glad." She curls into him with a bright smile of her own. She's content within his arms, against him.
It's probably for the best that they don't know what her father's done in that office. And she's more than willing to do any and everything that Jude comes up with to christen it.
She nods, watching him carefully. "Thank you, I don't want to be too far from you right now." That's said with a soft voice, the one that says she's come a long way to be with him and she doesn't really want to be out of his presence longer than it might take to pee.
She slides her panties down before stepping out of them and into the tub, sinking into the warm water and bubbles with a soft groan, head tilting to watch him. "Special sounds nice," she murmurs softly.
He's always adored that smile. Adored everything about her, really, but especially her smile. He holds her against him, the feeling so different than it was before. More real.
It's probably best her mother doesn't either. She's good at putting the past as the past, but...yeah, she doesn't need to.
Jude won't be too creative...but it should be fun.
"I don't want to be far from you again, G. You're...god, you've always been the sun, and the ocean, and the breeze, and sand to me. You're everything I love in a person." He's been coming a long way for years.
He watches her take her panties off, before closing his eyes, the image burned on his retinas. The groan doesn't help. "I'm glad. I'll...have to make it perfect for you, G. You deserve it." She may notice he repeats that part a lot. That he's wanting to do it for her...
Yeah, it's all for the best. Especially since her father, for a long time now, has only wanted to do those things with her mother. Even he'd wanted to erase the past to a point.
Grace can help him be creative, but the point of it will be for it to be fun for both of them. To make those memories that leave you internally groaning when you run fingers over the desk.
Her smile for his words is soft, loving the way he talks. "Won't have to be far from me. I don't want to be anywhere you're not." Which is another big reason they'll have to talk. "I love you." He may be finding her repeating that a lot the first few weeks, like she's trying to make up for not telling him all these years and because she likes saying it. She's happy, late as it may be, that it's not too late.
She sinks enough in the tub to rest her chin on the edge, watching him. "Having you makes it perfect, Jude." She really doesn't need anything more than him, well except maybe getting rid of the four boys in the other room that they both know are straining to listen to what's going on behind his closed door. She shifts a little after a while, sitting up a little more and holding a hand out a little. "You're still too far away." The soft pout says she won't be happy until he's on edge of the tub.
And it's one of those things that won't feel right with anyone else the way it does with them.
"I love you too," he says, liking hearing her say it. The words before rattle around a little bit. "Tomorrow. We'll figure out what we're doing tomorrow. Right now...let's just chill out for a while. I don't want to be away from you either. I...can't. You don't know how bad it's been..."
A shudder runs through him slightly as she says that. He's still so nervous about not being what she wants or needs. "You're...well, I'm not going to say you're perfect. We'd both know I was lying." He says it with the smile that lets her know that he's playing with her. He's always found her to be as damn near perfect, except for her rock-headedness, as a person can get.
He moves off the toilet and takes off his shirt and jeans. "I already know you're going to get me wet if I get any closer, so, I'm prepared." So, when he sits on the edge of the tub, he's in silk boxers.
It really is. It's felt right for a while when she curled up with him, and there'd always been that soft ache when she knew she had to return to the boy she was actually dating. Now she knows why there was that ache, and can sooth it by knowing she can curl up in his lap anytime she wants, for as long as they want her to.
She brightens just a little hearing them from him. She's always said 'Love you' because she has always loved him. He's her best friend in the world, so she couldn't not. But this, this is different and so much more important. She frowns up at him slightly, "How had has it been?"
He really doesn't have to be. She will find out eventually that she'll be his first, and part of her will blink because of the girls he's dated. She chuckles softly, "It's very true, if I were perfect, we'd have been here sooner." That's her taking responsibility for her rock-headedness.
She grins at him getting prepared, though her head tilts slightly as her eyes travel along his body and she bites her lip. He looks damn good, really. "Such a boy scout sometimes," she teases as she leans up and out of the water, hand cupping his and seeking a kiss.
She is more than very welcome to curl up on him at any time. He likes her in his arms; it's the best feeling in the world. She's so...well, she just needs to be there.
He sighs, hands folding between his knees like they do when he's trying to word something right. "I've felt like I've been dying in the place I love the most. Everything's been so grey...so dull. I've done everything I can to keep you off my mind...I just couldn't not think of you." But it doesn't matter. She's here, and she loves him.
He's dated those girls as a means to not let her know just how bad it is for him. How much he's been in love with her that he couldn't get past third base with them. He's just glad that none of them have been bitches enough to say anything about it. "I don't mind having to wait for you. I'm just glad it's over now." That's his way of saying that he's put that all away.
He watches her check him out with a bit of a smirk. He knows that women have always appreciated how he looks. He hears about it when he goes surfing, or from all the guys talking about chicks talking about him. It's never really mattered to him. But right here...the way she watches him...this is good. "Boy scouts are the best kind of guys to have around. I thought you knew that." He obliges her with a deep kiss.
She will take full advantage of that. Especially during movies or when they're just hanging out. She would agree, she needs to be there.
She gives a soft, upset sound at what he went through. "I couldn't...I've missed you so much since you left...I couldn't even concentrate on school." Her grades have slipped the last two weeks since he's been gone, if he looks into it.
"Over forever. You've got my heart, now and forever, Jude." She smiles softly, loving that they're together now.
He's got a body to die for. One that makes her want to just take her tongue over every inch of it, and possibly a little teeth. "Because they're always prepared?" Her arm wraps around his neck and the being prepared is warranted because once her arm is around his neck she pulls beck. Effectively pulling him into the tub with her with a soft sound at the deep kiss.
It's much easier to pet at her with her that close too. To tease her as well.
He takes a deep breath and let's it out. "I'm sorry, baby doll. I...I shouldn't have left the way I did. I'm sorry for that." He will look into it. He always tries to keep an eye on her.
He breathes one of those really relaxed, happy, relieved breaths as she speaks. "You've always had mine, and you always will."
"And the uniforms are hot," he answers, chuckling and then making a loud noise as she pulls him into the tub. He's got the control to not splash too much water out, or squish her. "You..." he laughs as he tugs her more on him, so they fit better. "Are a mess and a half."
She likes being teased, as he'll come to find out. She also likes teasing, which he already knows. Certain things she's done to him over the years, little brushes of hands or feet, of wiggles in his lap.
There's a blink and slightly sad eyes, "Shouldn't have left at all..." It's soft, barely there. It's just since he told her he was leaving, and the actual leaving part that's caused her to slip. She'll be better now that she has him.
"Forever."
"Aren't you supposed to be saying that about the girl scout uniforms?" She's laughing, full and rich and truly happy as she squirms a little with the tug, settling where he wants her so they're fairly okay space wise. "I'm a lot of fun, what are you talking, St. Jude?" Her hand slides along his sides, nails light, more to tickle than to tease.
Little very unfair things, yes, he's well aware of those things.
"I had to get out of New York. The Upper East Side eats people alive...Gossip Girl, all of that does nothing but rot people from the inside out. I needed to get out of there..."
"Pah! You've already found out my Charlie Chaplin fetish...why hide it anymore," he answers with a laugh, as she settles, scooting her around a little where they can both be comfortable. "I know you're fun. You may be too much fun." He shifts as she wants him to under her nails.
She's good at that, doing that to most men. It didn't help the grown, married men when they watched and her hand settled on his knee that one time either. What's hard to believe is that sometimes, what she does is completely unconscious. That day, was on purpose though.
She'll like knowing he wants to enjoy her and yea, that she's his and his alone. Something she should have been before.
She'd just sooth nervous and scared if she saw it. But as her back is against his chest, she doesn't see it.
She groans softly at his hands on her chest, her own hands reaching back to undo her bra. Her hands take his so the fabric can fall to the floor with her dress, leaving her in a pair of panties only. She guides his hands back to her chest, a louder groan for feeling skin on skin now.
Her head turns, nipping his lower lip lightly, "You're thinking about something..." she murmurs softly. She can't pin down what, but she can tell his brain isn't completely concentrated on her.
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She will never know how badly he wanted to shove her in a broom closet for a make out, or how long he was in the shower that night.
Here he is, with the girl of his dreams, and he's choking. Choking hard.
"...um...I...let's get you in the tub, you're cold."
How can he tell her? "Yeah, hey, G? You know the girls that you are convinced I slept with? Nope. I'm a virgin. :D?" No. That...just does not work.
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Much as Chuck would have been chewing stones, she would have made out with him right there, no closet needed. That was one of the few times she was single too. All he would have had to do was tug her where he wanted her.
She turns, eyes dark as she meets his eyes. "Jude..." Her hand cups his cheek and leans up, line of her body against him, to kiss him softly. "Talk to me." The choking is a sure sign that something is wrong. She can't slow down if she doesn't know that she's moving too fast because what she thought was wrong.
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He tried then. The words just didn't come out when he opened his mouth. They did, later, through music, but the moment was over.
He kisses her back, before holding her by the shoulders the tiniest bit away from his body. "If you don't get in that tub, I'm going to do something the complete wrong way, and I don't want that. You deserve better than...against a Formica bathroom cupboard door."
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It was. But he has her now, for as many make out sessions he wants to have. She'll even let him help her christen her office when she officially takes over Bass Inc to make up for the missed opportunity.
Holding her away from his body earns the softest whimper. She wants to be close to him...not held away. "You're not...leaving me are you?" The tub isn't quite big enough for them to share comfortably, but she doesn't want him going far either. She does pull back to step towards the tub, watching him with eyes that say that might not be terrible to be fucked that way.
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Oh, he'll have some even better ideas about christening the office. Probably a lot closer to what they don't know her father's probably done in that office.
"I'll stay in here, but..." He shakes his head at that look, watching her go before sitting on the toilet. "Not for the first time, G. I want it to be special."
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It's probably for the best that they don't know what her father's done in that office. And she's more than willing to do any and everything that Jude comes up with to christen it.
She nods, watching him carefully. "Thank you, I don't want to be too far from you right now." That's said with a soft voice, the one that says she's come a long way to be with him and she doesn't really want to be out of his presence longer than it might take to pee.
She slides her panties down before stepping out of them and into the tub, sinking into the warm water and bubbles with a soft groan, head tilting to watch him. "Special sounds nice," she murmurs softly.
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It's probably best her mother doesn't either. She's good at putting the past as the past, but...yeah, she doesn't need to.
Jude won't be too creative...but it should be fun.
"I don't want to be far from you again, G. You're...god, you've always been the sun, and the ocean, and the breeze, and sand to me. You're everything I love in a person." He's been coming a long way for years.
He watches her take her panties off, before closing his eyes, the image burned on his retinas. The groan doesn't help. "I'm glad. I'll...have to make it perfect for you, G. You deserve it." She may notice he repeats that part a lot. That he's wanting to do it for her...
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Yeah, it's all for the best. Especially since her father, for a long time now, has only wanted to do those things with her mother. Even he'd wanted to erase the past to a point.
Grace can help him be creative, but the point of it will be for it to be fun for both of them. To make those memories that leave you internally groaning when you run fingers over the desk.
Her smile for his words is soft, loving the way he talks. "Won't have to be far from me. I don't want to be anywhere you're not." Which is another big reason they'll have to talk. "I love you." He may be finding her repeating that a lot the first few weeks, like she's trying to make up for not telling him all these years and because she likes saying it. She's happy, late as it may be, that it's not too late.
She sinks enough in the tub to rest her chin on the edge, watching him. "Having you makes it perfect, Jude." She really doesn't need anything more than him, well except maybe getting rid of the four boys in the other room that they both know are straining to listen to what's going on behind his closed door. She shifts a little after a while, sitting up a little more and holding a hand out a little. "You're still too far away." The soft pout says she won't be happy until he's on edge of the tub.
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"I love you too," he says, liking hearing her say it. The words before rattle around a little bit. "Tomorrow. We'll figure out what we're doing tomorrow. Right now...let's just chill out for a while. I don't want to be away from you either. I...can't. You don't know how bad it's been..."
A shudder runs through him slightly as she says that. He's still so nervous about not being what she wants or needs. "You're...well, I'm not going to say you're perfect. We'd both know I was lying." He says it with the smile that lets her know that he's playing with her. He's always found her to be as damn near perfect, except for her rock-headedness, as a person can get.
He moves off the toilet and takes off his shirt and jeans. "I already know you're going to get me wet if I get any closer, so, I'm prepared." So, when he sits on the edge of the tub, he's in silk boxers.
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She brightens just a little hearing them from him. She's always said 'Love you' because she has always loved him. He's her best friend in the world, so she couldn't not. But this, this is different and so much more important. She frowns up at him slightly, "How had has it been?"
He really doesn't have to be. She will find out eventually that she'll be his first, and part of her will blink because of the girls he's dated. She chuckles softly, "It's very true, if I were perfect, we'd have been here sooner." That's her taking responsibility for her rock-headedness.
She grins at him getting prepared, though her head tilts slightly as her eyes travel along his body and she bites her lip. He looks damn good, really. "Such a boy scout sometimes," she teases as she leans up and out of the water, hand cupping his and seeking a kiss.
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He sighs, hands folding between his knees like they do when he's trying to word something right. "I've felt like I've been dying in the place I love the most. Everything's been so grey...so dull. I've done everything I can to keep you off my mind...I just couldn't not think of you." But it doesn't matter. She's here, and she loves him.
He's dated those girls as a means to not let her know just how bad it is for him. How much he's been in love with her that he couldn't get past third base with them. He's just glad that none of them have been bitches enough to say anything about it. "I don't mind having to wait for you. I'm just glad it's over now." That's his way of saying that he's put that all away.
He watches her check him out with a bit of a smirk. He knows that women have always appreciated how he looks. He hears about it when he goes surfing, or from all the guys talking about chicks talking about him. It's never really mattered to him. But right here...the way she watches him...this is good. "Boy scouts are the best kind of guys to have around. I thought you knew that." He obliges her with a deep kiss.
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She gives a soft, upset sound at what he went through. "I couldn't...I've missed you so much since you left...I couldn't even concentrate on school." Her grades have slipped the last two weeks since he's been gone, if he looks into it.
"Over forever. You've got my heart, now and forever, Jude." She smiles softly, loving that they're together now.
He's got a body to die for. One that makes her want to just take her tongue over every inch of it, and possibly a little teeth. "Because they're always prepared?" Her arm wraps around his neck and the being prepared is warranted because once her arm is around his neck she pulls beck. Effectively pulling him into the tub with her with a soft sound at the deep kiss.
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He takes a deep breath and let's it out. "I'm sorry, baby doll. I...I shouldn't have left the way I did. I'm sorry for that." He will look into it. He always tries to keep an eye on her.
He breathes one of those really relaxed, happy, relieved breaths as she speaks. "You've always had mine, and you always will."
"And the uniforms are hot," he answers, chuckling and then making a loud noise as she pulls him into the tub. He's got the control to not splash too much water out, or squish her. "You..." he laughs as he tugs her more on him, so they fit better. "Are a mess and a half."
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There's a blink and slightly sad eyes, "Shouldn't have left at all..." It's soft, barely there. It's just since he told her he was leaving, and the actual leaving part that's caused her to slip. She'll be better now that she has him.
"Forever."
"Aren't you supposed to be saying that about the girl scout uniforms?" She's laughing, full and rich and truly happy as she squirms a little with the tug, settling where he wants her so they're fairly okay space wise. "I'm a lot of fun, what are you talking, St. Jude?" Her hand slides along his sides, nails light, more to tickle than to tease.
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"I had to get out of New York. The Upper East Side eats people alive...Gossip Girl, all of that does nothing but rot people from the inside out. I needed to get out of there..."
"Pah! You've already found out my Charlie Chaplin fetish...why hide it anymore," he answers with a laugh, as she settles, scooting her around a little where they can both be comfortable. "I know you're fun. You may be too much fun." He shifts as she wants him to under her nails.
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