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Tweak says, "i substitute one of my own"

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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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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i_find
2010-01-31 11:00 am UTC (link)

She watched as he sat up, as he reached out for her. She moved almost in a daze as he drew her closer, into his lap. She was straddling his thighs, her eyes focused on him as she continued to war, to fight the same battle.

At least, she was fighting until she felt the press of his lips to her own. Her eyes closed and her shoulders slumped even as her hands slid over his bare shoulders. The fingers of one hand slipped into his hair, gripping gently at the back of his head as she returned the kiss, deepened the kiss, whimpered a little as she squirmed slightly in his lap.

This, she thought, should definitely move somewhere else. She'd give James and Sirius holy hell if she caught them doing this on the couch.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 11:17 am UTC (link)

He could have sighed with relief when he felt her kissing him back, finally feeling as though he was on the right track. Maybe they didn't need words to work this out, maybe they could avoid the talking thing - neither of them was any good at it. He'd show her he wanted her with actions and she'd return the favour and they could both keep quiet about how they didn't understand why. That was half the confuddled confusion of attraction, wasn't it? He'd never understood what Zoe saw in Wash, and she'd still married him, wacky shirts an' all.

Maybe this was a bit like that. Maybe he was finally getting the 'why' of it.

His hands creeped up her back, holding her close to him as he continued to kiss her with more passion now that she'd responding. His body was making him aware of some pressing needs of his - especially with her squirming like that - but he was determined to ignore them until such time as they were both ready.

"Your room or mine, darlin'?" he said, slightly out of breath. He realized belatedly that that was a bit suggestive, and it was assuming a lot, but he wanted to keep going and he really didn't think this was the best place for it.

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i_find
2010-01-31 11:29 am UTC (link)

"Yes," Jaime gasped softly in response to the question. Which, she knew, was not actually an answer and she had to decide something. Which room. Did it matter? They both had beds, didn't they? Walls. A convenient chair. She wasn't exactly inclined to be picky right now. Not with him ... kissing her.

"Doesn't matter," she mumbled. "Either. Whichever's closer." Hers was just at the top of the stairs, and she was fairly certain that made it closer, but she didn't ... really care. She just wanted him.

It was strange how easy everything seemed now, and how pointless and stupid it had been to fight. Of course, she thought this now because he was half naked and she could feel his desire. Later, when he was done ... when he walked away ... she'd remember why she fought things like this. Just then though ... that thought wasn't anywhere in the vicinity of her mind.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 12:07 pm UTC (link)

His lips had traveled down over her jaw and onto her neck while she thought about it, and now traveled back up to her lips since she'd responded. He didn't remember which one was closer, but he supposed he'd head in that direction and find out.

Making sure her arms were wrapped securely around his neck, he pulled himself up to his feet before wrapping his own arms around her back and ass to support her while he moved in the direction of the stairs. His muscles screamed at him, but he didn't care, he was fine to carry her for a bit.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he pushed the door to her room open - at least, he was pretty sure it was her room - mumbled at Dug to get out in case he was in there, and moved Jaime over to the bed. He tried to set her down on the bed gently, but he may have been a bit over excited, shedding only his boots as further clothing - leaving his pants on - and then sliding onto the bed overtop of her, lips and teeth pressing and nibbling over her neck and shoulder.

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i_find
2010-01-31 12:24 pm UTC (link)

She clung to him as he carried her up the stairs, her face briefly burying against his throat before she felt herself being dropped onto the bed. She tipped her chin back as she felt his lips and teeth working over her, and her hands slid to the hem of her shirt. Pulling at the fabric, she tried to work it up between the two of them, slightly hampered by the press of his body against hers.

Not that she was at all interested in him removing his body from hers; she rather liked the feel of him. She just wanted ... more of it. "Mal," she mumbled as she wiggled, at least getting the shirt up enough to bare her breasts, inviting him to explore her body.

This was ... yes. This was what she wanted. Needed. This was good. Wrapping her arms around him, she rolled her hips up against him, groaning softly as she felt the press of his erection through their clothing.

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accordingtoplan
2010-02-01 09:03 am UTC (link)

He felt her wiggling underneath him, and while he wasn't exactly keen on pulling away from her he wasn't opposed to either of them losing more clothing, and he really didn't care what that made him. He slid a hand down her body, a low groan leaving his lips as he moved his hand over the skin of her side and her stomach before moving higher up her body to cup one of her breasts gently, fingers circling gently and teasing her nipple.

Lowering his head to her other breast, he wrapped his lips around her other nipple, teasing it with his tongue, listening for the noses she was making, the feel of her body pressing against him, and doing his best to hold himself together.

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i_find
2010-02-01 02:50 pm UTC (link)

Jaime let herself slide into the place where she wasn't thinking, just feeling. Thinking thoughts just messed everything up and she was determined not to ruin this. She gasped softly as she felt his calloused palm over her breast, and moaned as she felt the heat of his mouth, the flicking of his tongue against the other.

She moaned his name once as she rolled her hips up against him, her arms tightening around him briefly before she slipped one hand up his back, her fingers tangling in his hair, gripping gently. "Mal," she whimpered as she arched her back up, pressing her breasts against him, encouraging everything he was doing to her.

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