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[handandahalf]

[from here]Jon laughed and climbed off her, shaking his hair back with a sharp smirk and reaching for her hand to tug her to her feet. Bunching up the blanket and folding it over his arm, he jerked his chin at the sweater hanging off the end of her bed. "Take that," he said, "and let's get the fuck out of here." He planned to lead her down through

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[onceaqueen]

Susan eyed the jumper and shrugged, tying it around her waist. It was too hot to actually wear the thing, and she certainly didn't care about anyone seeing her in this top; but as ridiculous as this island was it could be cold in two hours and if they found a secluded enough place she didn't want to waste time coming back here for more clothes. There was no sign of Lucy or anyone else in the corridor, so obviously whoever it was moved on to more interesting things. Susan reached out and hooked a finger in the waist of Jon's trousers as they walked.

[handandahalf]

That smirk still lingering on his face, Jon walked her backwards toward the stairs, his hands skating lightly up her arms, across her collarbones and up her neck. The smirk deepened as she shivered, and he lifted his chin and eyed her darkly. "Careful," he said, hooking a hand around the back of her neck as they neared the stairs, her forehead bumping up close to his lips. "Don't fall," he said, that edge still tinting his voice.

[onceaqueen]

"I won't," she said, hooking the fingers of both hands in the waist of his trousers. "I've something to catch me if I do." She stepped backwards onto the stairs, biting lightly at his neck as she did so. It would have been much easier and quicker to just let go and turn around and walk, but there was something about kissing him here where anyone could see that was rather exciting.

[handandahalf]

Jon would have heartily agreed, had he not been occupying all his brain space with making sure they didn't fall down the stairs as they went. He'd used his hold on her neck to pull her close, kissing her harshly with a low murmur running in the back of his throat, his free hand gripping tight on the bannister of the stairs to keep them from tripping. At this rate Jon wasn't sure they'd make it to the caves before he needed to touch her.

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