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Tweak says, "I bet he don't do it like me."

Jaime Elizabeth Davies (i_find) wrote in ipswich_rpg,
@ 2010-01-24 15:30:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2010 01, dug, jaime davies, james potter, malcolm reynolds, sirius black

RP: Days Off
Who: Jaime, James, Dug, Mal, Sirius
Where: Their house
When: Late afternoon, January 24, 2010
Rating/Warning: Smut once Mal shows up
Summary: Jaime and James are chillin' and watching movies
Status: Complete

Jaime was stretched out on the couch, her head resting on James' thigh. Her eyes were half-closed, but she was listening to the TV, which was the important part. Or the annoying part, since James was so fascinated with randomly changing the channel.

At one point, she'd stolen the remote and shoved it down her shirt, assuming he wouldn't go after it. She forgot he had a wand and she'd very nearly gotten a bruise on her chin when the remote came zipping out of her shirt.

She was not amused - James found it hysterical.

So she'd given up on trying to put a stop to his remote flippery and just ... chilled while they waited for Sirius to come back in from tinkering with his bike, or someone else to interrupt the otherwise peaceful afternoon.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-28 07:43 am UTC (link)

His expression took on one of great displeasure - because of the public displays that the boys took, and their lack of concern with locking doors more than the fact that it was two boys kissing. He really could care less about that part. "Ai-yah. Tyen-ah, have they got no shame?" he muttered before starting to ease into one of the chairs near the couch.

He got a sudden flash of a similiar situation where they'd been sitting like that, and changed his mind, moving to sit on the arm of the couch instead. Closer to her, sure, but maybe that would help to dissolve some of the awkward tension.

"Not up'ta much," he said with a roll of his shoulders. "Dug has taken t'huntin' squirrels now - reckon we got lil'Lily t'thank fer that one. He seems t'think that he can catch another one. Reckon she helped him more'n he knows with the first, but it don't seem to stop him."

It was barely detectable, but there was a small note of affection in Mal's voice.

"You been sittin' in here all day?" he asked. "Y'know, if y'wanted to go out, m'sure one of the boys'd be happy t'escort you, so's you don't have t'deal with any of them monster folk running around."

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i_find
2010-01-28 02:58 pm UTC (link)

"Pretty sure they're missing their shame gene," Jaime agreed. She tipped her head back as he moved closer, but didn't say anything about it. She was growing increasingly preoccupied with how to fix them; unfortunately, that wasn't an area in which she had much practice. Or any, really. She avoided things like that, not encouraged them.

"If he brings another one into the house, there shall be words," Jaime threatened. Oddly, she couldn't decide if a dead or a live squirrel was worse. Weren't squirrels destructive? But the dead ones wound up in people's beds.

She shrugged to his question. "No. I was at work earlier and just crashed here to keep James company while Sirius was working on his bike. But they're gone so now I'm all alone. Except not, because now you're here. It's like a cycle of guys."

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-29 05:08 am UTC (link)

He rubbed his face to hide the smirk. "Don't know that he can catch one on his own, so I wouldn't worry," the 'darlin' caught on his tongue, and he smiled a little bit instead, turning his head to stare at the TV, but he didn't really focus on it. He mostly just saw colours.

"Suppose I could head out if y'wanted," he said, moving as though he was trying to get up - but it was probably obvious that he was just kidding. "Could go find Neytiri if you was lookin' for some girl company? Or I could send a note t'Kaylee if y'wanted somebody else," he wondered if she still didn't like Neytiri very much, or if she'd gotten over that. "Or... m'sure there's someone else you could talk to."

He needed to get out more. He was pretty sure that Jaime wouldn't get much out of girl time with River, and he didn't think there was anyone else that he could just message out of the blue. She likely knew more people that she could call up, for that matter.

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i_find
2010-01-29 05:15 am UTC (link)

Jaime snorted. She bet he could go find Neytiri. "Not really interested in her sort of company," she admitted. She was still dodging the alien-turned-human, thank you very much.

"Why're you trying to push girls onto me?" she inquired, head tipped back to regard him upside down-ily. "I mean, you don't have to hang around if you don't want to, but don't bring other people into our house," she continued before she snorted. Especially not super-cheerful girls.

Man. Why couldn't she find someone here like Sarah? Or even Katie, for all her pretentious snobbery. Not that Katie was all that pretentious after you got past her walls.

Maybe she needed to find girls to be friends with. Maybe they'd have some advice on this stupid effing situation she'd wound herself up into.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-29 06:27 am UTC (link)

"Well, y'said it was a never-endin' flow of boys," he said with a shrug. "Figured you was hinting that you could use some girl time and was offerin' my suggestions."

He paused. "Then again, I dunno. Mayhaps it wasn't a complaint. Can't say I rightly know one way or the other."

He did manage to refrain from saying anything bitter about why she may prefer the company of boys to girls, and what she may have been doing with the boys that she had been running into all afternoon - he knew it was taking it out of context, and was only because he was bitter because she'd been shutting him out when he'd been enjoying getting to know her, simply because he'd admitted to liking her as more than a friend. It was difficult though.

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i_find
2010-01-29 06:36 am UTC (link)

"It was a statement," Jaime murmured, shrugging against the couch. "I didn't mind their company. At least not until they started making out. Snogging. Whatever. You know, rubbing it in that I'm not getting any." Which was frustrating, because it was a self-imposed deal, and every time Mal started talking to her, she wanted to jump him, but things were so incredibly fucked up in her head that she wasn't sure if having sex with him would permanently rupture everything, or if it would somehow make things better.

"I suppose I should look on the bright side that they're the only ones fucking and that I'm pretty sure they invited me to join them." James, at least, had made a few not-entirely-joking-jokes about her heading upstairs with them.

Which she'd declined.

Because of Mal.

Who she was not getting any from, either.

Yes, she definitely needed to sort this out.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-29 06:52 am UTC (link)

He glanced down at her. "What about that... guy you were seeing. The what's-his-name," Mal was pretty sure he'd never gotten a name, but he couldn't remember now if they'd ever established if Jaime even knew it. "Thought that since you didn't want..."

He cleared his throat. "Mean t'say that thought that since we'd..."

Well... he didn't know what they'd decided, did he? Now he was just getting himself all confuzzled.

"Mean t'say that I figured that you'd... have... y'know... gone and... got t'know him better, since you was so excited about that last week."

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i_find
2010-01-29 07:01 am UTC (link)

Jaime shrugged. She honestly hadn't ever sought him out again. Not that she hadn't left the house loudly announcing that that was where she'd been headed ... but she never actually had.

"Eddie," she clarified for Mal's benefit. "Was his name."

She sort of wished that Mal would just ... kiss her. Claim her. Stop pussyfooting around her. But she imagined she'd scared him off of even thinking about doing anything like that. Why yes, she had sabotaged this relationship in any way she could before it even had a chance to think about starting.

Shrugging, Jaime flipped through the channels until she landed on a western. One of the older ones, kind of cheesy, but whatever. It had guns and horses and it should catch Mal's attention so he stopped paying attention to the things she didn't want to talk about.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-29 07:40 am UTC (link)

"Righ'," he said, momentarily distracted by the TV. He chortled once, shook his head, mumbled something to the effect of 'that's not what would have happened' and settled back on the couch, amused.

His hand strayed subconsciously, and he started to stroke her head gently before he realized what he was doing and stopped himself. She'd made her feelings very........... well vague, but they weren't together and he didn't have a right to be touching her like that.

... And then he realized they'd been talking, and she'd changed the channel. He was slow sometimes.

"If y'don't want t'talk about it, tha's fine," he said. "But if we could get rid of all've this awkward 'tween us, that'd be swell, darlin'."

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i_find
2010-01-29 03:00 pm UTC (link)

"I don't want to talk about it," Jaime insisted. Because it hadn't felt nice, at all, when he'd stroked her hair. Nope.

"Besides, it's not my fault you're all awkward around me," she continued. "I mean, what'd I ever do to make it awkward?" She was perfectly aware that her logic was horrifically flawed, but that didn't mean she had any plans to change her tune.

She did sit up though, so he could join her on the couch rather than perching on the arm of it like he was doing. Though after she moved, she wondered if he'd take the hint and join her, or if he was going to take off. Honestly, she wasn't sure which would be preferable - unless they were actually going to sort their shit out ... soon.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-30 05:37 am UTC (link)

"Nothin'," he conceded, glancing down when she moved and for a minute he thought she was ditching him. He glared before he realized she was just moving, and then he felt guilty, offering her a nod before easing himself down onto the couch. He did wince a bit - some of his muscles were still acting up. "Nothin' in particular, at least. Reckon the stuff you was doin' is the sort of way you youngin's court nowadays. I don't..." he sighed.

"I'd rather have it out one way or t'other," he said finally. "Whether you want t'try somethin', or not, I just wanna know, 'cause I feel like you've been avoidin' me since this whole drama started, an' I'd like t'be able to spend time with you again."

He paused. "Or maybe I got that wrong too. I don' know Jaime, I'm not cut out for this whole relationship thing. I'm more partial to the space kind."

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i_find
2010-01-30 05:54 am UTC (link)

She couldn't make herself tell him she didn't want to try something. But she couldn't make herself tell him that she did, either. Which left her in an uncomfortable, awkward, silent place. She did want to try something, but she was scared. Kind of terrified.

But did it matter? If she was already in so deep that she wasn't fucking other people, shouldn't she at least be fucking him?

Instead, she opted to respond to the wince. "You do know where the Advil is, right?" she inquired, brows elevating. It did kind of make her wonder what he'd gotten up to that he was still aching from it. Unless he'd done something new since the first time, which wouldn't surprise her in the least.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-30 09:11 am UTC (link)

He kind of pinched his nose. "You don't want to talk about it. All right," he said quietly, turning his eyes to the television.

He really wasn't sure what he was supposed to do here. Was he supposed to keep pushing, was he supposed to let go? He couldn't tell if she was trying to hint that she wasn't really interested, that it had all been a game for her, or if she was just trying to make him stop because of her own insecurities. He honestly couldn't tell, and he was getting tired of spinning in circles about it.

"Yeah, I know where th'Advil is," he said, looking at the TV. He shifted on the couch, starting to get up. "Might go get some. You want anythin' while I'm up?" he paused. "Or should I jus' leave y'to your thoughts?"

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i_find
2010-01-30 05:52 pm UTC (link)

Jaime closed her eyes and wondered just how many more times she'd get to fuck up before he quit entirely, just gave up on her. Which ... was par for the course, wasn't it? People giving up on her?

"Stay," she mumbled as she started to get off the couch. "I'll go get it. And take your shirt off," she added with a touch of a grin. "I can at least rub your shoulders for you."

No, she didn't want to talk about it, because talking just fucked things up, but maybe there were other ways to get around this. Like doing. Didn't actions speak louder than words or some shit like that?

Hopefully before he had a chance to protest or reply or question, Jaime had padded out toward the stairs. She'd snag her bottle of baby oil and the Advil and a glass of water and ... see where things went from there. That, at any rate, was the plan.

Returning with the required items, she glanced at him to see if he had taken his shirt off or not.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 01:41 am UTC (link)

Huh. He kind of half smiled when she told him to stay and got up to go get the medication for him. Maybe he wasn't fucking this up as much as he thought he was. He could hope, right?

He eased his suspenders off his shoulders, and undid the buttons on his shirt, but didn't remove it entirely because it occurred to him that he was in the middle of the living room, and perhaps they should move somewhere that was less public.

Though maybe not. Maybe this was how it was done in this day and age. He still wasn't sure he wanted to be sitting on the couch half naked though. He did glance up as she returned, offering her a slight sheepish expression.

"Here, or... were we headed somewhere else?"

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i_find
2010-01-31 01:56 am UTC (link)

"Your call," she said as she handed him the drugs and the water, her eyes flicking over what she could see of his body. "The boys are going to be in their room though," she pointed out. Which left Dug and Neytiri, but who the hell knew what they were up to.

"Worried someone might see you half undressed with a barely legal Jaime groping all over your back?" she teased him before she shrugged. "If you'd rather go upstairs, that's fine."

She, of course, would have no qualms at all about having at it on the couch, if that was the way things went. She wasn't picking about locations.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 03:37 am UTC (link)

"Don' much mind that part," he said, slowly starting to shed his shirt after a bit of hesitation. "Wouldn't want to scar anyone with the image, though." There had been more than a few times that he'd come close to scarring himself with the two boys, and he wondered if it was a mite hypocritical of him to be about to engage in similar activities with Jaime.

Not that he thought that they'd get much further than the massage, but at this point he wasn't sure he wanted to rule anything out.

He downed a couple of pills, not much liking the taste of them and - if anyone cared - taking more than the recommended dosage because he was used to stronger things. He'd have to have a chat with the Doc, see if he had anything stronger up at the hospital that he could offer, but this'd do for now. And then he looked up at Jaime.

"Don' think I don' 'preciate this, but if you're tired from work and would rather not get your hands dirty on my old wrink'ly shoulders, I won't hold it 'gainst you," he said. Not that he thought she'd offer if she wasn't willing, just that he felt it was polite to give her a last out. Because who knew where they'd get to once she started.

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i_find
2010-01-31 04:45 am UTC (link)

Jaime rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't scar anyone here. I don't think anyone here hasn't seen it," she continued as she gestured for him to lay down on the couch. It was low enough that she could kneel beside it and still give him a more or less effective massage, so she did just that while he settled.

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't up for it," Jaime pointed out. "I mean, when have you ever known me, ever, to do anything I didn't want to do?"

Shaking her head, she grinned slightly. "Honestly, Mal," she chastised him even as she flipped the cap of her baby oil. Tipping some into her palm, she rubbed her palms together before stroking them over his back - assuming he'd laid down like a good boy.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 07:37 am UTC (link)

"What, you groping my half naked back?" he asked, though he did move to lay on the couch, shifting a bit until he was comfortable. After a second, he pulled a couple of cushions he wasn't using and offered them to her. If she was going to sit next to the couch... well. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable. "What, you took captures of that? Posted 'em around so folks would know?" there was a definite grin in his voice that indicated he was kidding.

"Honestly," he agreed quietly, his eyes half closing at the feel of her hands on his back - and not just because she was good at this. Because it felt good to have her touching him.

His head turned towards her, a bit of a lazy expression on his face as he smiled. "Don' matter either way, I suppose. Let'em watch."

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i_find
2010-01-31 07:55 am UTC (link)

Captures made her think of screen caps, and she giggled faintly. "Live web feed, actually. Linked it across all the journals but yours." She smirked declined the cushions. "I was actually trying to find a woman for you, but sadly there were no takers," she said before she sighed dramatically.

She worked her hands lightly over his shoulders and shoulder blades before working down his spine. Spreading her fingers, she worked her way lower to the small of his back. Straightening herself up a bit, she pressed the heel of her hand just above the waistband of his pants.

Working her fingers against his skin, she studied his back before she shifted her eyes up toward him, gazing toward his face. "I knew you were an exhibitionist," she teased him.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 08:27 am UTC (link)

He grinned a bit. "Can' say I'm surprised there were no takers. T'be honest, tha's more familiar than anybody bein' int'rested."

He let out a few soft moans at the feel of her hands on the sore muscles in his back, her name leaving his lips in a low whisper as his eyes closed briefly before he opened them again with a small smile when she mentioned he was an exhibitionist.

"Did I ever tell you 'bout the time I was stranded in the desert, bucknaked?" he asked. "You wanna talk exhibitionist, that'd be the time to talk about it. And lemme tell you - when they said you'll be pickin' sand out of random places for weeks, they ain't lyin'."

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i_find
2010-01-31 08:35 am UTC (link)

Jaime wanted to pretend that the way her name left his lips had no effect on her what so ever ... but oh, was that ever a lie. Her hands stilled briefly before she swallowed and continued to massage him. Now, though, her thoughts were quickly headed toward a place she really didn't need them to be going. Like what it would be like to hear that against her ear while he was naked, on top of her, inside of her.

She was aware that he was still talking, but the words weren't exactly registering in a timely, coherent fashion. Eventually though, she got the gist of what he was saying, and she nodded a few times. "I bet. I mean, I've never done it on a beach or anything, but I've heard stories from people who have. I mean, even going to the beach ... well, sand does creep."

Finishing up the massage with a few last strokes to his back, Jaime shifted so her rear was resting on her heels, but she made no other motion to move, or to leave.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 09:36 am UTC (link)

It took him a moment to realize that her hands had stopped moving, and he opened one eye to peer at her before he shifted on the couch, rolling onto his side a bit, gazing at her sort of dreamily. He didn't really think about what became obvious when he did that, though he was aware of how turned on he was. He just didn't make the connection that she'd be able to if he was on his side, and she happened to glance that way.

"Suppose I'm gonna have t'move now," he mumbled. "Can' exactly fall asleep here, righ'?"

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i_find
2010-01-31 09:42 am UTC (link)

Jaime honestly didn't even need to look to guess. It happened to guys when she gave them massages. She supposed it happened to guys when anyone gave them massages.

"You could. Pretty sure Sirius has fallen asleep on the couch," she said. "Don't think anyone's going to have a fit if you did," she added.

Besides that, if he went up to his room, she'd follow. And very likely make an ass of herself. Or make things more awkward. Or something.

Jaime was studying his face, and realized in a distant, vague sort of way that she was staring at his lips. Wanting to trace his lips with a fingertip. Wanting to kiss his lips. Why the hell was she still fighting this? Her head twitched slightly, a little jerk as she started to tilt it then changed her mind.

"Mal," she said softly, willing him to know what she needed, wanted, what would fix this. How to clean up the mess she'd made of things.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 10:35 am UTC (link)

His expression changed when she said his name. There was something in her eyes that caused his mouth to go dry, his body to react instinctively. He wasn't sure what she was asking for from him, but he wanted to be able to give it to her. He wanted to be able to please her.

"Jaime," he murmured, pushing himself up to a sitting position. He reached out for her hand to pull her towards him, into his lap if she was agreeable or just onto the couch so that she was closer to him. Then he reached over and cupped her cheek gently before leaning in and gently pressing his lips against hers.

He wasn't sure if this was what she'd been aiming for, but it was what he wanted in this moment. And if she didn't want it, she could push him away and slap him or whatever and he'd never hold it against her. But he was pretty sure that she wanted this too, and he was tired of fighting it or waiting for it to happen. He was going for it, and that was that.

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