Whole Lotta Shaking Going On

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Jordan paces around not-Lincoln's home. She browses through enough of his self-celebratory magazines to know his name is Thomas Lincoln and that he's some famous architect or artist or daredevil, or maybe all three. It doesn't matter. She doesn't like him or his house. He's lived all his life on the outside, but he keeps his home like the Center.

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She sees him run up the stairs, but couldn't get a good enough look to assure herself one way or another. Silently, using all the stealth she possesses, Jordan eases her way up the staircase after him, keeping low as she passes the hole in the wall. She peers through it

[got_a_number]

Jordan giggles freely, slapping away Lincoln's hands and putting them firmly back on her breasts. Her nipples pucker and she squirms as Lincoln did when she touched him.

Satisfied with his attentions, she twists one hand behind her to undo the clasp between two fingers. She doesn't tell him that it took her a few tries after she first came to the Center to get that trick down. She likes the impressed look on Lincoln's face too much to dare alter his perception that she's so proficient at this rather intimate gesture.

She shivers as the straps loosen on her shoulders. Jordan puts her face to Lincoln's neck, flicking out her tongue to taste his skin. It pleases her, the salty tang of it, the pulse of his heartbeat under her tongue, that she sucks a bit harder to bring closer to the surface.

A strap falls forward, down her arm, and the thin fabric starts to slip as Lincoln moves his hands...

[renevatio]

Lincoln's eyes flutter. She's got him flat on his back again, and he's not even sure what his hands are doing, because there's too much they want to cover. He catches the tumble of cloth in his peripheral vision, just in time to focus on her shoulder again. The black strap is easily coaxed away from her arm, and with that comes the whole garment, and then -- wow, is Jordan beautiful like this. Lincoln doesn't quite know where to start, so he settles for simply running his hands over them at first.

Soon enough he can't keep his lips off them, and when he experimentally tongues one nipple, Jordan's full-body shudder lets him know he's got the right idea.

[got_a_number]

Jordan keens, humming deep in her throat, rising up and wiggling her hips against Lincoln's. She has to move and make noise as he touches her, unable to keep her hands still on his bare arms. They jump to his head, threading through his hair and digging in with her nails and scratching on down from the crown to his neck and down his back.

Rocking her hips in circles now, Jordan comes across something hard grinding back at her. It feels right that it should, but again the unfamiliar makes her pause. Lincoln has one second, to make a funny face mostly, and she moves her hand down to the front of his pants. It's best to explore rather than to question; the answers are much better that way.

She slips one hand inside and begins to creep them downwards towards the difference.

[renevatio]

Lincoln closes his eyes. All sensation in his body seems dull in comparison to what Jordan's doing to him there. He sways a little, and has to prop himself up on one arm. Muscles he's not used to feeling clench and relax in waves at the pit of his stomach.

"Hold on one second," he murmurs, and begins to wriggle out of the pants. They slip off without too much trouble, and then there he is, naked for the first time in front of a human who's not a doctor or a scientist. Jordan's eyes run all over him, and then she smiles at him, and he smiles back.

The night is long and lovely, and afterwards, they sleep well for the first time together, limbs wrapped in limbs with no regard for proximity at all.