Slippery When Wet, Nervous When Slippery (Jack/Liz)
Title: Slippery When Wet, Nervous When Slippery
For: thoughtsicles
Prompt: Jack/Liz, Shower
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 683
Summary: Liz knew that agreeing to shower with Jack would lead to... things.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
Liz knew that agreeing to shower with Jack would lead to... things. But what she didn't realize is how much the idea of escalating these things would scare her. Because the idea scares the crap out of her.
"Just wrap your legs around me." He sucks a bit of water off her neck. "You've done it before, Lemon."
"Not while I was slippery. I don't want to break anything." She idly thinks that maybe she should stop running her fingers through his wet hair and rubbing herself against him. Because it's giving him the idea that she does want to go all the way with this. "And then I'd have to tell people I slipped in the shower while doing it. Okay, fine. I wouldn't tell anyone. But I'd know I was lying and I'd cringe every time I told my fake story, and--"
He whispers against her cheek, "Then turn around."
Her eyes widen. "What?"
"You won't fall if you're not wrapped around me. Most likely. I suppose there's a chance I could lose my balance and take you with me, but I'd probably be the one to fracture a bone."
She shakes her head. "I don't want you to fracture anything, either. And I'm not going to let you do me from behind."
He stops kissing and nipping at her skin. "I'm not proposing that I go in a different part, just a different way."
"Gross."
"There's nothing wrong with such sexual positions. Deeper penetration, easy access to your breasts and clitoris--"
She makes a face. Sometimes, when she's naked, he forgets she doesn't want him to talk about sex. "Well, I'm not going to try two new things at once."
He exhales roughly. "I don't know why you agreed to be in here with me if you're disdainful of engaging in sexual activity under these conditions." He pauses. "You did realize I was offering you intercourse and not a thorough shampoo, didn't you?"
"Yes. I wanted to have sex with you. I want to have sex with you. This is... weird. And slippery. I mean, I knew I'd be slippery. I know how water works. I thought it would freak me out less because you have a way of making me forget that these things freak me out. Like having sex in an elevator was weird. I knew it at the time, that it was weird, but I couldn't talk myself out of it. And there was a security camera. Somewhere, there's a tape of the two of us doing it--"
His intent look, which she assumed was caused by fascination with her weirdness, turns into something she can't see because his face is buried in her neck. She gasps as his hand moves between her legs. He keeps kissing her skin as he slips two fingers past the outer lips of her sex. Her fingertips dig into his flesh as he quickly finds her clit and starts moving it in circles. He knows her too well, because he's making her legs start to go weak, and didn't she tell him she doesn't want to break anything? He presses his weight a little harder against her as she starts to lose her grip and then she's coming hard against his hand, rocking her hips against her better, afraid-of-injury judgment. He keeps touching her as she comes down, kisses her forehead. He moves his knee between her legs, keeping her from standing without his help. She's holding onto his shoulders as firmly as she can. She can feel his erection pressed against her and, God, she wants to have sex with him. But, still...
"Are you sure you don't want to wrap your legs around me?"
She lets out a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm sure."
He frowns. "I was expecting a different answer."
She touches the side of his face. "I know. How about we just put a towel on the floor and do it there? We won't even have to dry off or anything."
A slight nod of his head. "I would be perfectly fine with that."
END
For: thoughtsicles
Prompt: Jack/Liz, Shower
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 683
Summary: Liz knew that agreeing to shower with Jack would lead to... things.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
Liz knew that agreeing to shower with Jack would lead to... things. But what she didn't realize is how much the idea of escalating these things would scare her. Because the idea scares the crap out of her.
"Just wrap your legs around me." He sucks a bit of water off her neck. "You've done it before, Lemon."
"Not while I was slippery. I don't want to break anything." She idly thinks that maybe she should stop running her fingers through his wet hair and rubbing herself against him. Because it's giving him the idea that she does want to go all the way with this. "And then I'd have to tell people I slipped in the shower while doing it. Okay, fine. I wouldn't tell anyone. But I'd know I was lying and I'd cringe every time I told my fake story, and--"
He whispers against her cheek, "Then turn around."
Her eyes widen. "What?"
"You won't fall if you're not wrapped around me. Most likely. I suppose there's a chance I could lose my balance and take you with me, but I'd probably be the one to fracture a bone."
She shakes her head. "I don't want you to fracture anything, either. And I'm not going to let you do me from behind."
He stops kissing and nipping at her skin. "I'm not proposing that I go in a different part, just a different way."
"Gross."
"There's nothing wrong with such sexual positions. Deeper penetration, easy access to your breasts and clitoris--"
She makes a face. Sometimes, when she's naked, he forgets she doesn't want him to talk about sex. "Well, I'm not going to try two new things at once."
He exhales roughly. "I don't know why you agreed to be in here with me if you're disdainful of engaging in sexual activity under these conditions." He pauses. "You did realize I was offering you intercourse and not a thorough shampoo, didn't you?"
"Yes. I wanted to have sex with you. I want to have sex with you. This is... weird. And slippery. I mean, I knew I'd be slippery. I know how water works. I thought it would freak me out less because you have a way of making me forget that these things freak me out. Like having sex in an elevator was weird. I knew it at the time, that it was weird, but I couldn't talk myself out of it. And there was a security camera. Somewhere, there's a tape of the two of us doing it--"
His intent look, which she assumed was caused by fascination with her weirdness, turns into something she can't see because his face is buried in her neck. She gasps as his hand moves between her legs. He keeps kissing her skin as he slips two fingers past the outer lips of her sex. Her fingertips dig into his flesh as he quickly finds her clit and starts moving it in circles. He knows her too well, because he's making her legs start to go weak, and didn't she tell him she doesn't want to break anything? He presses his weight a little harder against her as she starts to lose her grip and then she's coming hard against his hand, rocking her hips against her better, afraid-of-injury judgment. He keeps touching her as she comes down, kisses her forehead. He moves his knee between her legs, keeping her from standing without his help. She's holding onto his shoulders as firmly as she can. She can feel his erection pressed against her and, God, she wants to have sex with him. But, still...
"Are you sure you don't want to wrap your legs around me?"
She lets out a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm sure."
He frowns. "I was expecting a different answer."
She touches the side of his face. "I know. How about we just put a towel on the floor and do it there? We won't even have to dry off or anything."
A slight nod of his head. "I would be perfectly fine with that."
END