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Tweak says, "zac is wolf"

Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-08-30 20:05:00

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!complete, 2032 08, jaime davies, malcolm reynolds

RP: Lunch
Characters: Jaime, Mal
Time/Date: afternoon, August 30
Location: his room
Warnings/Rating: Jaime's mouth. and smut.
Summary: Jaime brings Mal lunch and bitches about the lack of selection on the TV
Status: Complete

After their grand kitchen argument, discussion, and compromise, Jaime had been significantly more relaxed around Mal. She'd resumed her care-taking duties, fetching him things and keeping him company and the like. She really didn't do much more than cuddle with him just yet, still acclimating to the idea that maybe, just maybe, he really did want her and they might have a shot at something resembling a relationship.

She'd been less than thrilled by the selection of shows on the TV, and when she'd headed to her room to shower, she'd watched the one with Lily's name on it - and really wished she hadn't. She'd surfed through to see if her name - or Mal's name - was there ... but the only thing she found for Mal was a war clip or something. Which was probably good. She thought she would have had a meltdown if she'd seen him fucking someone. Even if it had been a long time ago.

She hadn't found anything for herself, which was also a relief.

Once she'd finished tidying up her room, she realized just how little time she spent in it anymore, and she wondered what Dug got up to. She did leave the door open for him. Mostly because she figured if anyone was going to swipe anything, it probably wouldn't matter - and if their captors wanted in, it wasn't like a closed door was going to stop them.

Heading down to the kitchen, Jaime made a couple of sandwiches for Mal, adding some strawberries to the plate before she snagged a Coke for him. Snatching a couple of small bags of chips, she figured that was a good lunch for him, and she carted it carefully back up the stairs. Letting herself in, she carried the food over toward his bed.

"If I catch you watching any of that smut on the TV? It's so over," she said as she set the food down on the nightstand and popped open the Coke for him.

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finder
2010-09-18 07:58 am UTC (link)

Jaime was completely lost in sensation. There weren't thoughts, not anymore. There was just him, and her, and lustloveneeddesirewant, primal things, instincts and feelings and sensations. She gasped when the angle changed, when she felt him rubbing so damn pleasurably against her, when she felt herself tensing up. She felt her release crashing through her, barely aware of his own, save for the faint registration of the fact he was groaning.

She was aware then of the faint pulsing of his cock as he came inside of her, and her shoulders slumped against the bed. She didn't release him though ... not yet. She kept her arms around him, kept her legs parted like they were, wanted to keep him over her at least for now. She knew he'd soften and slip free from her soon, but until then, she wanted to stay like this, holding him, feeling the slight tickling sensation of part of him inside of her.

She wanted to tell him she loved him, but the words caught in her throat. He didn't quite love her yet, and she didn't want to create any awkward by saying it, now, and having him unable to return the sentiment. So she remained silent, an expression of complete (if somewhat sleepy) contentment on her face.

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accordingtoplan
2010-09-18 10:51 pm UTC (link)

He lost track of time, of how long they lay there like that, trying to get breathing under control and remind muscles that they served other functions. Like being able to move so that they weren't crushing people, like he was. He did slowly become aware of the way that his arms and legs were comfortably spasming with the effort of keeping most of his weight off of her, and the familiar dull throbbing sensation in his foot (which had possibly increased, but he was ignoring that) but he still sort of ignored that for a moment. He was comfortable like he was if she was comfortable having him over her. Which she seemed to be, if the way she'd yet to release him was any indication.

"Al'right darlin'?" he mumbled, not entirely sure that all the sounds managed to leave his mouth, as he'd kind of slurred them out in a really contented sounding jumble. But maybe she'd get the impression of what he was trying to say.

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finder
2010-09-18 11:16 pm UTC (link)

Jaime giggled a little as he slurred something at her. "Yeah," she agreed before she slowly relaxed her grip on him to just rub at his back and sides, softly caressing him.

She tipped her chin down to gaze at him, studying his face. So he'd had her now ... was he going to leave her? But no, not him. Not now. She had to stop thinking that way about him ... though it was reflex to her. She assumed the worst and was wary when it didn't play out that way. He seemed genuine though, and she wondered if she could accept that.

Lifting her head, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then his lips though only briefly. "Nap time?" she suggested. "Or should I go pester Simon for some drugs for your foot?"

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accordingtoplan
2010-09-19 05:07 am UTC (link)

When she relaxed her grip on him, he let out a shaky exhale before he moved to pull out of her, easing his way down onto one side before moving to curl her up against him, holding her close. His eyes drifted closed for a moment before he opened them again to peer at her at his question.

He thought that he could do with some drugs, but the pain wasn't too much that he couldn't handle it. Besides, "I reckon I ain't lettin' you go anywhere for the next little bit 'less you absolutely need to. M'comfy here."

He was only half teasing. He'd let her go if she wanted to, of course, but there was no way he was going to be happy about it.

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finder
2010-09-19 05:27 am UTC (link)

Jaime flushed with pleasure at his words. Perhaps it was ridiculous, and maybe she was reading too much into it, but it was sort of nice to react positively to things rather than not. Scooting down a little, she fished around for her shirt, slipping it on before she resettled herself against him.

"If you're sure you're all right," she said. She was fine just crashing here, having a snooze with him. Staying the night. Whichever.

Maybe letting go and relaxing and trusting him wasn't going to be the nightmare she feared it would. This felt nice. Felt right. It still scared her, and she was still waiting for the bad news to come crashing in, but there was definitely an acceptance, however tentative, that she might have found something real here.

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accordingtoplan
2010-09-19 10:22 am UTC (link)

"M'sure," he confirmed, his eyes closing lightly, resting against her comfortably. It wasn't anything new and different, after all - just a dull throb. He'd get over it. Besides, he'd be asleep soon. It wouldn't bother him in his sleep.

"Don' have'ta stay long, you don't want to," he wanted to clarify that he was half kidding when he said that he was going to keep her here. "C'n go once m'sleepin', you got somewhere you'd rather be, s'long 's you come back."

He was very firm on that, even through the tired. He wanted her here when he got up or he was liable to get pouty.

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finder
2010-09-19 10:56 am UTC (link)

"I'll be here," she promised him. "I'm not going anywhere," she whispered, wonder if he even heard, or if he was already too far under. She rubbed his arm lightly before shifting a little to settle more comfortably against him.

Jaime sighed, feeling ... content? Was that it? It didn't quite seem all the way to happy, but there was definitely some satisfaction and pleasure there. So, it had taken them a long, awkward road to get here. They were here, and that was the important part.

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