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[captainjhart]

Who: John Hart and Sarah Jane Smith [CLOSED]
When: Right after this
What: John finally gets some. Finally.
Where: John's room

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[his_sarah_jane]

Well, they certainly did make it to the room. After a time. Not that Sarah Jane had any complaints. All the snogging and groping in the halls had set her blood on fire. Public displays of affection had never quite been her thing before.

She had only wished a certain man had stumbled down the hallway to see.

He hadn't, and well, a room means a bed. And a bed means so many more opportunities to forget. So did walls and, well frankly, floors.

Sarah broke the lip lock when the door shut behind them, staring up at him with lust-filled brown eyes. A chuckle escaped her lips. "Finally, eh?"

[captainjhart]

Breathing heavily as she pulled away, he laughed. "About bloody time." He agreed. "So let's not waste any more by talking, yeah?" He grinned, and returned to ravaging her mouth.

His hands travelled up and down her back, holding her and caressing her as he moved her through the room. He backed her against the wall and pinned her against it, pulling at her clothing, hoping she would take the hint.

There was an extreme and regretable lack of naked flesh, and John was craving it.

[his_sarah_jane]

Talking. Oh, yes, talking was highly overrated.

Sarah kissed him back with renewed passion, thrusting her tongue into his mouth to seek out his own. She groaned when he pushed her against the wall, rather enjoying the feeling of being stuck between two rather hard places. There would be time for returning the favour, for pinning him down on the bed later.

As he began to pull at her shirt, Sarah Jane lifted her arms to make the job easier. It was a hint easily understood.

[captainjhart]

John pulled the shirt off quickly, tossing it aside, and returned his hands to her back, grateful for feeling of warm, smooth skin against his palms.

He ground her against the wall, bringing his hands around to her front, caressing her stomach, and then moving up to cup her breasts. Still fabric from her bra, there. He slid the straps off of her shoulders, reaching around to unhook it.