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The sun was gloriously shining, the day was bright and Jane felt absolutely bloody marvelous, she'd say that. She'd woken and found that she truly had no use for that heavy dress today of all days and thought it rather insane that she wore it at all to begin with. No, that wouldn't do in the very least. So she made a little trip up to the building and rooted through the boxes in the basement, finding herself a black bikini top and a small black skirt to go with the bottoms. Much, much better.
She peered downwards coolly, pushing her breasts a little upwards and adjusting the skirt as she let her hair down and began a new day, a proper day, the kind of days she should have been spending on the island. Honestly, what in hell was she doing being so shy and proper? What was she getting from that?
She took her time to get to the beach, smiling flirtatiously at the passing men and women and when she did arrive, there was quite the familiar face, tanning away. "Miss," she stressed the politeness, out of irony, "Sacharissa. You're looking quite well." Had she been more aware of it, she'd notice how her tone seemed to resemble Caroline Bingley's.
Sacharissa's eyes flickered open and she eased herself onto her hands, one leg crooking up toward her. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves over her shoulder as she looked up at the new arrival, eyes noticeably scanning Jane's body. "You're looking pretty good yourself," she all but purred, smirking faintly. "New clothes, too."
The clothes bin had been kind enough to grant Sacharissa a new outfit, but she had left skirt and tank top pooled beside the towel. Now she wore a turquoise bikini that tied in a bow behind her neck; she liked the accessability.
Jane lowered herself, fingers toying with the tie behind Sacharissa's neck, fingers brushing the skin there. She really was always a beautiful woman and Jane had noticed, oh God, of course she had. She leaned in, lips parted as she studied Sacharissa's rather closely, all that wonderful skin. "Come swim with me," Jane invited, eyes twinkling with a mischief that had never quite been there before.
She slid on out of her skirt, revealing the black bikini, all done up with strings, and she gave Sacharissa a rather devious grin.
And that grin? Decidedly settled matters. All morning, Sacharissa had been thinking of the night with Ygritte, a couple of weeks past, and wondering why she'd been such a fool as to run away. This time, she wouldn't make that mistake, she decided, smiling smugly to herself and standing up. Stretching her arms behind her head, she nodded. "Alright. After you," she added, the politeness so sweet it cut.
Jane smiled as she stood and slowly, all the while walking towards the water, reached back and gently pried loose the ties just a little bit, just to give the hint of what Sacharissa might get. In Jane's mind, it was rather a practice run. After all, Stuart needed to be blindsided. He needed to not know what hit him. She turned, the wind blowing through Jane's long hair as she raised an eyebrow to Sacharissa, to prompt her with a gentle, "Coming?" that was still firm beneath.
She gently waded into the tropical waters, tugging at the waistband of her swimsuit, snapping it on.
This felt absolutely bloody wonderful, indeed.
And it looked promising, Sacharissa thought, as she followed into the water. Oh, gods, it felt good to sink into the waves, and she slipped beneath them, coming up to slick back her hair and flash a smile at Jane. "It's good to see you out on a day like this," she said. "Much better than sitting around playing duets on the piano."
Jane smiled in return, tipping her gaze towards the sun and swimming a little closer to Sacharissa, her gaze turning rather predatory as she leaned in, wrapping one arm around her waist and tipping her head to one side. "Yes, I do prefer this to duets," she murmured, voice very much deep and low. "Don't you?"
"There are better activities for two," Sacharissa assured her idly. Her arm went around Jane's waist in return, fingers light beneath the insistent waves. Jane's hands were wasted on the piano, certainly.
Jane met Sacharissa's eyes as she gently stroked Sacharissa's arm, leaning in and kissing her firmly and demandingly, knowing now that she damn well liked the sensation of taking the things she wanted. She'd nab Stuart for herself later. Now, she wanted this. She draped one leg around Sacharissa's waist, tugging her closer as Jane slowly tugged the top loose and off. "Oops," she murmured, not truly sorry in the least.
Hand snaking up Jane's back, Sacharissa pulled her in for another kiss. And to think she had spent her days cooped up in that office until now! What a waste. Well, she wasn't going to make that mistake anymore. Instead she let one hand travel up Jane's side, just brushing the curve of her breast, and back around to Jane's neck, teasingly gentle. "You lost something," she pointed out, smirking.
"I can hardly mind," Jane assured, tone cool and pleased with herself, easing Sacharissa always closer, warm skin pressed against hers as she kissed her once more, lips parted and already searching for Sacharissa's tongue, her fingers working to get off Sacharissa's top so they would be quite even, so she would have a little more skin to touch. She spun them slightly, sending the two tops in the waves to shore to wash up as she kissed Sacharissa a little more deeply and lewdly, hardly the kind of proper kiss any society would deem proper.
Jane eased away just a little, mouth slowly descending to Sacharissa's jaw, to her neck, and to the shoulder before she encountered the problem of water. "What do you say about having a little fun?"
"You're not having fun?" Sacharissa quipped, her voice full of mocking disappointment. "Dear me, and here I thought you were." Reaching up, she brought Jane's lips back to hers, smirking against them. "Well, I'm never opposed to fun."
Jane pressed her lips to Sacharissa's, chest pressed up against the other woman's as well as she lifted her chin, the movement causing a mild amount of friction. "Good," she exhaled, kissing her as soon as the word was but cleared her lips. Intently (but with eyes half-open), she began to kiss Sacharissa, quite content to experience this new sensation because, to be truly honest? Jane wanted it. And now, she would have it.
[Oh, do feel free to tag into the topless blondes. The order shall be Your Pup-Jane-Sax. And do remember, blondes have more fun]