mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[there is a small, dismissive hum in reply, it's nothing. she splits the difference between trying to keep kissing jay and getting his shirt off by just chasing the kiss a bit more eagerly before breaking away to pull his shirt off. her cheeks are definitely flushed but she immediately slides her fingers back into his hair, thumb stroking his cheek]

[well-- he likes that, eyes looking over her face, head leaning into that touch just the barest bit. this time, he has less scars, except for what looks like a long, shallow set of claw marks down the front of his chest.

his hand moves from her side to start deftly undoing the buttons on her shirt, and it's him that chases the kiss this time.]

[that earns a curious glance, but she can also imagine where they came from. him coming back for the kiss just distracts her into a quiet laugh, though. she cups his face with both hands, occasionally carding a hand through his hair as a compromise to his working at her blouse]

[especially with the rain starting to make a dull roar behind them. but working quickly, he's able to get her front completely undone, and-- at the same time his other hand unsnaps the clasp of her bra.

he-- actually doesn't want to stop kissing but--]

Do you... want to take this somewhere more comfortable?

[instantly dropping her arm to come across her chest, pining her bra. jay, too fast!!]

Please. We are going to fall from here very soon.

[she leans in for another kiss, and another . . . then, finally, she scoots back to slide off his lap]

You got it, boss.

[a slight eyebrow raise. too fast, huh? but as she slides back and off, he pushes himself up and away from the window, taking her free hand, and pulling her with him back to the bed.

where he sits first, and pulls her back to him]

Normally, it is highness.

[she slides easily between his legs, still standing as she gets her blouse to roll off her arms then also delicately drawing her bra off. with that, she leans forward to kiss him, both hands going to zipper at the back of her skirt]

[he could say something. boss, highness, same difference.

but he lets her have the last word. he tilts his head up for a slightly better angle on the kiss. his hands caress her breasts lightly as she works on her skirt.]

[with the zipper drawn down, she lets the skirt fall and brings her hands back to jay, running her hands over his chest with a satisfied hum. there's a beat of hesitation, trying to figure out what goes where, until she slides her leg over his with as much grace as she can muster.]

[he'd tell her to not worry about grace but, he's distracted at the moment.

he leans back, so it's easier for her to find her position, and then he dips his head to the crook of her neck, pressing kisses along the line of her neck.

his thumbs press against her nipples, testing her sensitivity]

[the soft moan is probably a good sign! as well as her swinging her other leg up to straddle him. she tilts her head to the side to give him better access, idly kissing by jay's ear and grazing teeth over the lobe, curious]

[he groans against her skin, a huff of air. in response, his teeth lightly graze her skin. he's okay with getting a little roughed up.

obviously]

[whispering into his ear:]

Not too hard . . .

[and holding her hand that has black inching up onto it as an explanation. still, she gets the hint and she drags her nails down the center of his chest when she drops her hand back down to him. her other hand reaches down to catch his jaw, so they can get back to making out, that was nice]

[another light groan escapes from him when she scratches his chest. and when she pulls him back into a kiss, he doesn't fight her.

one of his hands goes back to the small of her back, pulling her closer briefly, before moving to grab her ass]

[as she follows the motion with a soft moan, she rises up and her hands slip to his back, scratching along the lines and ridges of his muscles while avoiding his scars . . . and curiously bites down on the bottom of his lip]

[there's a groan of pleasure when she does that, his breath coming out in a quick puff against her lips. and he aggressively pursues her lips in response]

I like that.

[when he needs to catch a breat]

[grinning into the kiss, placing a few on his cheek and jaw as she digs a few nails particularly hard across his back]

I noticed. —Lay down.

[-- that gets him and he gives a short moan, before he lets himself fall back onto the bed.]

Just checking.

[carefully moving up just enough to get off his lap, licking her lip as she thinks everything over]

I don't have many ideas, though. So, if you have any suggestions . . . And pants, please.

Somehow, I'm always a corrupting influence...

[and he lifts his hips at that, so hopefully she's holding on, just to get his pajama pants off. he's easy today.]

You figure out what kind of things you like yet?

[that catches her, tucking some hair behind her ear]

Ah, no. This, I suppose?

[hmm-- he rolls his head to the side lightly, considering her for a moment, and then he tilts his head back towards the headboard, then back to her.]

Panties. Off.

[she does it, finger hooking into them and switching legs to maneuver her underwear off until they fall to the floor, but there is still a puzzled look coming his way]

Jay?

Just-- trust me.

[he starts to pull her forward, basically guiding her to move up]

Stay on top. And brace the headboard if you need to.

I do . . .

[and following along with the motions until the gears finally click into place once her hands on the headboard, looking down and absolutely scarlet]

Jay, are you—

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