Jaime Davies (monologuinghero) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-11-05 07:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime dorny, raymond leon |
Good Morning
Characters: Jaime, Ray
When: Monday morning
Location: their room
Warnings/Rating: High for smut
Summary: Ray wakes up his proper age
Status: Complete/Gdocs’d
The age thing was wearing on her. It wasn’t as bad as Dementors; she wasn’t constantly prowling the hall -- but this cut deeper. More personally. She knew once Lily grew up, the younger witch would assure her it was just her imagination, but Jaime was convinced the train was out to get her. Sure, a few other people were running around young, but the three closest to her? And she was supposed to believe that was a coincidence? Not infrequently during the past four days, Jaime had wished ill on the train. She and Ray had been sharing a bed, but Jaime missed him. Her Ray. Older Ray. Ray who knew her and loved her and who she wouldn’t feel weird getting naked and intimate with. Though the longer this dragged on, the less sure she was going to feel weird if anything started. These thoughts mingled with others as Jaime started to wake up. She wasn’t in a rush to get up these past few mornings -- what was the point? The train was a fucking ghost town. Lily was seven. Logan was seven. There was nothing to defend against, and the scenery gave her a toothache just looking at it. So why should she rush out of bed? Instead, she shifted slightly, pressing back against Ray before she frowned. He felt … normal. Taller. Not sixteen. “Ray,” Jaime said sharply, wondering if he was going to remember the past four days, or if she was going to have the questionable pleasure of filling him in on all of it. Shifting in his arms, she rolled to face him, gazing very intently at his face. His older face. The face she’d been waking up to look at for the past several months -- minus the past four days. “Wake up,” she encouraged lightly. ____________ The way she said his name woke him up more than the encouragement that followed. He’d been dreaming that he was younger … and it hit him suddenly that it hadn’t been a dream. It had been the train, and he repressed the urge to cringe. All in all, it could have been worse, and at least it had only been a few days. While he had dealt with something similar, she had at least known him when she’d lost her memories. However, it might have been interesting to meet a sixteen year old Jaime. He smiled as his hand moved up her back and into her hair as he leaned in to kiss her. Despite not really knowing what he was missing during those four days, it did feel nice to be able to kiss her again. “I apologize for every dumb thing I said,” he murmured against her mouth. “But everyone’s a horndog when they’re sixteen.” ____________ Jaime returned his kiss deeply, eagerly, and for those few seconds was content to forget about everything else but him. Her Ray. She did laugh softly when he broke the kiss to speak, and she shook her head. “You were ridiculous,” she informed him. “Completely ridiculous,” she emphasized -- but at least he remembered and she wouldn’t have to tell him everything. “I wonder what it’s going to do to top this,” she muttered even as she worked herself closer to him, pushing aside the blanket when it fell between them. Honestly, she didn’t want to know whatever was in store for them next. They’d had Dementors, and she’d -- sort of -- lost Ray, so what was the train going to do next? The worst thing it could do would be to send him home and then rescue her; she didn’t honestly think she’d recover from that. Sliding a hand under his shirt, she moaned a little as she caressed his bare chest, fingertips stroking over the once-again-familiar musculature there. “I want to inform you you have no idea what that was like,” she began between kisses along his jaw and throat. “But you do know, a little, but it was worse, Ray,” she insisted before she claimed his lips again needfully. ____________ It was pretty strange, when he really thought about it, especially given just how long it had been for him since he’d actually been 16. All those old worries about his family running out of time, what he was going to do when he turned 25, how much more debt would they have by then were suddenly fresh in his mind again and he tried to shake them. The way Jaime was kissing and touching him was definitely helping there, though. “I don’t even want to think about it,” he admitted as they moved closer to each other, his hand exploring her back before slipping further down to allow his hand to slide under her shirt. He smiled a little because he’d spent every night -- even if it was only a few -- hoping she’d suddenly decide to get naked and make a move on him. He had been completely ridiculous. He’d been about to agree -- she had at least only gone back a few months, not years -- but then she was kissing him deeply and returning that seemed more important. He closed his eyes and groaned against her lips as his hand pressed against her bare back to draw her close to him. ________ Jaime wasn’t particularly inclined to think about it, either. They were due for something stupid -- another network fuck up, or random candy effects or … something they could avoid. Something not traumatizing. Something not lethal. But she wasn’t going to hold her breath; she’d meant what she’d said to Myka -- she thought the train was fucking pissed and taking it out on them every way it could. At least this part, for now, was over. While she thought there were things they could, maybe should, talk about, she wasn’t interested in talking. She was interested in him, in exploring all of him, of making up for the lost few days. “Ray,” she mumbled against his mouth as she briefly broke the kiss to gasp for breath before she reclaimed his lips again fiercely, her hands busily pushing his shirt up, eager to have it off, needing to have him. She needed the reconnection, that bonding, whatever it was. Breaking the kiss again, she worked her own shirt off before she set about trying to remove his again. ________ If they did get rescued, he wondered if they would even know what to do with themselves. He didn’t doubt they’d settle in eventually, but he figured it might be a while before he stopped expecting strange or horrible things to happen to them. For the most part, he just tried not to think about the rescue though. He’d rather be pleasantly surprised when it actually happened than disappointed every day that went by while they were still on the train. “I love you,” he murmured between kisses. Whatever else they had to talk about could wait and while he was curious to see if Lily had grown back up, he needed this just as much as Jaime did. When she removed her shirt, he worked on his own, tossing it aside before seeking out her lips once more. His hand moved between their bodies to cup her breast as he deepened the kiss, groaning her name. Easing even closer, he tried to guide her onto her back with his body so he could settle on top of her. _______ “I love you,” she whispered back. “So much.” Things like what had just happened only emphasized just how much she did love him, and need him. She knew it wouldn’t be as bad if the train was ever out of their lives, but while it was a factor, there was almost a desperation in her need for him. Arching her back into his touch, she moaned softly against his mouth before she flicked her tongue lightly against his lower lip. Letting him roll her, she stretched out on her back, parting her thighs so he could settle between them. There were still a few too many layers of fabric in the way, but she figured those would be taken care of sooner or later. Sooner, most likely. Wrapping her arms around him, Jaime caressed his bare back, enjoying the feel of his body under her hands. Curling her fingers slightly, she dragged her nails along his back even as she rolled her hips teasingly up against his. _______ He did agree that there was too much clothing still in the way and he had plans to take care of that. Already hard, he groaned quietly and pressed his hips down against hers in return. The way her nails dragged down his back made him shiver and he broke the kiss, mostly to breathe, but also to start trailing kisses down her neck towards her shoulders. While there was a part of him that wanted to go slow, to explore her body even though he already knew it so well, he thought there would be time enough for that later. Right now, he was pretty sure they both just needed each other. With that in mind, he kissed his way down her body -- although he did linger at her breasts, taking a few moments to kiss and suck on her nipples as his hand caressed her. When he reached her hips, he sat up some to work the clothing covering her lower body off. _________ Jaime wasn’t interested in losing touch with him, so even as he kissed his way down her body, she kept one hand on him. Stroking his arm, and shoulder, and then his hair as he moved further out of her reach. She did lift her hips to help him slide off her shorts and panties, and she groaned quietly before she half-sat up to pull at his pants. She did pause briefly to cup his erection through the layers of fabric, caressing him before she started to tug at his pants again. She was breathing quickly, tiny noises of need escaping her as they stripped each other. Only once they were both naked -- or close enough -- did she let herself fall back to the bed again. Her thighs parted and she shook off her shorts as she waited for him to join her, knowing she wouldn’t have to wait long. “I missed you,” she managed to tease -- sort of tease. She had missed him, even if he had been there in a manner of speaking. But it hadn’t been him, and it was this Ray, her Ray, that she’d missed. _________ Ray’s eyes swept down her body when she was naked, or near enough, before his eyes briefly closed as she cupped and stroked him through the fabric of his pajamas. His breathing was quick as well, his eyes dark and hungry for her. He shoved his own pants down, kicking them aside when they were down far enough and he grinned softly at her teasing. “Now I suppose I can say I wanted you, even when I was sixteen,” he murmured back to her, a little amused. He thought about teasing that he was impressed by her self control, but he was a little distracted as he watched her settle back against the bed, her legs parting for him in invitation. Easing his body back over hers, he sought out her lips for a deep kiss as his naked body pressed against hers. He arched his hips, feeling his erection rub against her sex. Reaching between them, he gripped himself to guide himself to her entrance. With a muffled groan, he pushed himself inside her and began to move as they reacquainted themselves with each other. _________ His statement surprised a laugh out of her, and she swatted lightly at his shoulder. “Yeah, I guess you can,” she conceded with a grin. “Clearly we were meant to happen,” she added. “Realities and years between us be damned,” she murmured, her arms wrapping around him as he settled back over her. She shuddered in pleasure as she felt the press of his warm, bare body against her own, and she clutched lightly at his back. She shivered again as she felt his erection pressing against her, and she gasped as she felt him filling her. “Ray,” she moaned into his mouth before she returned his kiss deeply, eagerly. Holding him tightly, Jaime moved her body against his, finding the familiar rhythm easily enough. While part of her thought she could stay like this forever, she knew it would end soon. But that was fine. They’d have time afterward to explore each other, to continue making up for the lost time. To get to know each other all over again. And if the rescue thing panned out … maybe they actually would have the rest of their lives together. That would suit her just fine. Breaking the kiss with a soft gasp, Jaime pressed her head back against the pillow, digging her nails into Ray’s back as she thrust herself up against him faster, encouraging his motion. _________ “Clearly,” he agreed with a soft grin. He did briefly wonder how things would have turned out if he’d been stuck here forever as a sixteen year old. Would she have fallen in love with him again? It would have been pretty easy for his younger self to, but he didn’t think it would have been the same. Those sorts of thoughts -- well, all thoughts, really -- were driven away as they made love. While he hadn’t exactly missed her in the days he’d been younger, he had been concerned for her and carrying around some misplaced guilt about being younger, even though it was the train’s fault. Now he was incredibly relieved and glad to be back at the appropriate age. Although, if he had to choose, he was pretty sure he’d pick going younger than physically aging. “Jaime,” he groaned as her nails bit into his back and he began to thrust faster, deeper, not holding back any of his desire or love for her, trying to tell her through his motions just how glad he was to be ‘back.’ ________ While she realized, belatedly, she’d forgotten to put up a silencing charm, she wasn’t concerned enough to do anything about it now. Nick couldn’t hear it anyway, and … well, if Lily was grown up and in there, she was probably doing a little celebrating of her own. Like him, Jaime soon lost all capacity for thought. She was focused instead on him, on his body, on the feel of him inside of her. She cried out softly as he started moving faster, deeper inside of her, and she tightened her arms around him as she moved her body to match his pace. She breathed his name before lifting her head again, seeking his lips with her own. It wasn’t long at all before she felt herself close to a release, and she whimpered a little with each thrust before she arched her back slightly, gasping as she came. She could feel herself pulsing and clenching around him as he moved inside of her, and she moaned and shivered even as she clung tightly to him. ________ Ray gave little thought to silencing charms anymore, usually just assuming she put one up. Now it wasn’t even on his mind, but he wouldn’t honestly be too fussed to know she’d forgotten. Their neighbors were their friends and the train was much emptier now than it had been before. Although, now he couldn’t exactly say they were mostly adults on the train anymore. His fingers curled around the bedsheets on either side of her, moving fast and deep inside her, encouraged by the noises escaping her lips each time his hips met hers. When she came, he groaned, feeling her tighten and pulse around his cock, drawing him closer and then pushing him over the edge. He came hard inside her, continuing to thrust until he was finished. Breathing quickly, his movements slowed and he let himself rest above her as he caught his breath, pressing a few lazy kisses to her throat and shoulders. __________ Jaime’s eyes closed as she felt Ray coming inside of her, and a soft, low sigh crossed her lips. She had a very distinct feeling they wouldn’t be leaving the room much for a few days, and that was just fine by her. “I love you,” she murmured breathlessly as she relaxed her hold on him, but only slightly. As far as she was concerned, he could stay right where he was for several more hours. It wasn’t likely to happen, but it would suit her if it did. She guessed they could go shower together, and then go have breakfast, and at some point check and see if Lily was still seven or if she was grown up again. Rubbing his back gently, slowly, Jaime opened her eyes to gaze up at him. “So,” she said. “How are you?” She grinned a little as she pressed her palms to his shoulderblades, holding him close against her. She was thrilled beyond words to have him back, and she just hoped whatever the train threw at them next wasn’t quite so traumatizing. ________ “I love you too,” he murmured quietly back to her as they held each other, enjoying the afterglow. Shockingly enough, he wasn’t in a hurry to move either and he was content to just relax with her like this until he either got too heavy or they just decided to go shower. Her question made him chuckle quietly and he pressed a kiss to her lips softly before replying. “Pretty good. I can’t say I had ever wanted to be sixteen again.” It hadn’t been horrible, but it wasn’t something he missed and even after experiencing it, he had no desire to go back to being that young. He liked his current life way too much, even on this damned train. “How are you??” He turned the question around, brows arching, but he assumed she was doing much better now that he was the proper age. “Do you think Lily’s back, too?” ______ “Fine,” Jaime replied. “Now that … you know. You’re back, and we’re probably done for the time being. Unless it decides to hit me.” Which she didn’t deny was possible. Some things were staggered, after all. Still, she’d hold out hope that it managed to miss her this round. She shrugged her shoulders slightly. “It was … on my mental to do list to check,” she admitted. “Maybe, if you are. Maybe she and Logan are back to themselves again. Or maybe we’re just lucky and you were the first one back.” Either way, if Lily wasn’t back yet, it would wear off eventually. Closing her eyes again, Jaime relaxed beneath him. Like all the events on the train, it wasn’t so bad once it was past. However, while it had been going on … it had been a nightmare. “Shower?” she suggested. “Not … in a rush to get up though,” she added in case he had any ideas on that front. But … eventually. Eventually they’d get up, and shower, and go see who was back. ______ “That’d be something, wouldn’t it? If we were just lucky,” he replied teasingly. Since the train seemed to pick on Jaime so much, he might have expected to stay 16 for a whole month. But with the way the train was sending people home lately, he did wonder if it was losing steam in some way. “Shower,” he agreed. “Eventually,” he added with a little smile. He also wasn’t in a hurry, but... it was on his list of things to do. They could hold each other a while long before heading there, though. |