I feel like a hero and you are my heroine Who: Max and Jayne What: The typical deep conversations followed by or preceding deep penetration When: Late Wednesday Evening Where: Max and Eli's place Warnings: *see above
Jayne had gotten her school books and tucked them into her backpack then packed herself an overnight duffle bag while Felicity waited for her in the car with Odette. Once she was satisfied she had everything she needed, she rode with the older woman to Max's house. She hadn't bothered calling or texting him, doubting that he'd have any problems with taking her in for the night or to school the following morning.
She didn't see the point in bothering with changing out of the clothes that she'd worn to Noah's birthday party. She doubted that Max would mind much if at all. She was quite a fan of the little lacy skirt and knew his hands would be all over her ass as soon as he saw it. Once parked in front of the boys' house, she thanked Felicity for the ride and carried her things up to Max's door and knocked, waiting not so patiently for someone to answer the door.
Max was watching TV in the living room when he heard the knock at the door. AMC was playing History of the World Part I and of course, he was so there. Madeline Kahn was picking guys for the orgy and the scene was just fucking hilarious. He wasn’t expecting anyone and Eli hadn’t said anything about Calli coming over, so he was a little cautious. He moved to the door, looking for a weapon of opportunity before he realized how stupid he was being. God, he wished the constantly paranoia would just chill out. Still, he looked out the peephole before he answered the door.
And it was Jayne. What the hell was she doing here on a school night? Not that he was complaining but that just didn’t happen. Max quickly opened the door. “Hey sexy,” he greeted. “I thought tonight was Noah’s party.” He stepped back so she could come into the house, stealing a kiss once she was inside. It was a nice surprise to see her.
Jayne smiled and stepped into the house, setting her bag on the floor and returning the kiss eagerly. "It was. And it was complicated. Izumi's mom and dad were there and I think they're pining over one another and it was awkward," she explained. "And I think Rupert wants to get laid so he sent Odette to Felicity's and here I am. Think you can share your bed with me tonight?" she murmured.
That sucked and yet awesome at the same time. Boo tension at little guy’s birthday party, but yay for Rupert getting laid (because he needed it like whoa) and Max getting laid too. Because that was going to happen. He wrapped Jayne up in his arms. “That depends,” he said, kissing her again. “Am I gonna get lucky?” He was teasing. They both knew the answer to that. But it was fun to tease.
"No," she teased, shaking her head at the guy. "I want to sleep and not even touch you and hell, maybe make you sleep on the couch," she teased, stealing another kiss from her boyfriend. "Why would I want to let you get lucky?" she smiled.
Max chuckled and leaned down to press his forehead to hers. “Oh I see,” he said. “You’re punishing me for not going to the party with you.” He would have if it had been Odette’s birthday, but he didn’t know Rupert’s girlfriend and it didn’t seem right. Now he wished he’d gone, if to help try to alleviate some of the tension. Not that he probably wouldn’t have added a new level of awkward to the whole thing being awesome playing with Noah. “Because then you get lucky too?” he deadpanned as if it had been a serious question.
"Eh, I don't think that's lucky," she teased, winking at him as she bent down to pick up her bag again, deliberately letting her skirt ride up just a little as she did so. Then she brushed past him and headed for his room, giving her hips a little extra wiggle on the way.
Yeah, he was lucky. Max stopped by the couch long enough to turn off the TV before following after Jayne. He caught up with her on the stairs, wrapping one arm around her waist as he pulled her against his body. “Let me carry that,” he murmured, hand sliding down her arm to grab the handle of her bag. Not that he thought she couldn’t, he was just using the excuse to cop a feel and tease some more. “That way you can start taking stuff off.”
She released the bag into his grasp and smirked a little at him as she continued her way down the stairs. "I told you," she teased. "You're not getting lucky tonight, sorry." Even as the words slipped from her lips, she was taking off her hat and setting it on the dresser, then unbuttoning the buttons on the grey vest she had on. "I don't know what you're going to do with yourself all evening."
Oh, she was evil. But it was fun evil. Max groaned and set her bag next to the dresser, eager to play the needy boyfriend trying to get laid. Because he was, his chances were just better because this was just a game. Max put on his best mock pout. “Do I at least get a kiss before you put me on the couch?” he pleaded, cornering her against the dresser.
Slipping out of the vest and laying it on his dresser with her hat, she reached out and caught his shirt, tugging him closer to her and leaning in as if she was going to kiss him. "I don't know," she breathed against his mouth, lips hovering close but not quite touching. "I'm not sure that you deserve a kiss just yet," she murmured, biting her lower lip as she let her eyes meet his. "Should I get you an extra blanket? I'm sure it gets awfully drafty upstairs."
Ooooh. Max groaned as Jayne cut him off that close. This was a fun, hot game. Max grinned and took a step back, shucking off his tee shirt and tossing it aside. “As hot as I am now, I’ll be fine,” he teased back, making it obvious he was going in for a kiss. “Do you need an extra blanket? It’s kind of chilly down here.”
Jayne lifted her hand, pointer finger pressing against his lips as if shushing him. "I'll be fine," she murmured. "I'm sure the fire between my thighs will keep me plenty warm," she whispered. "And if I need to stoke it, I've got fingers." Okay, she was being mean, but she sort of liked this game. It was making her more than a little hot and bothered even as she turned away from him, facing the mirror attached to the back of the dresser and began unbuttoning her shirt. She knew he could see each and every movement she made at this angle and that was the entire point.
Max groaned again as she turned away. Yeah, the effect this new form of foreplay was having on him was obvious since he was wearing sweats. “You’re gonna set the bed on fire if you do that,” he groaned, deliberate in his movements as he started to slide his hands up her sides towards her breasts. He swore he was getting harder with every button she unbuttoned. “Sure you don’t need help with that?” he added hopefully.
"I'm a big girl, I can handle a few buttons," she murmured, eyes catching his in the reflection of the mirror. She shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor between the two of them, her arms going behind her head to wind around his neck, pulling him against her. "Might need help with the bra though," she whispered, her ass deliberately pressing against his growing issue.
Oh yeah, this was crazy hot. Max shuddered as her shirt slipped off, revealing her sexy shoulders and slender frame. “I don’t know if I can manage that,” he told her. “My hands are shaking way too hard right now from your sexy.”
"What good are you?" she teased, letting her hands move away from him again so she could unfasten her own bra, sliding it slowly down her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. "Can you manage undoing the zipper on my skirt?" she asked him as she lifted her hand to pull the hair tie from her hair.
“Well, if you don’t put me on the couch, you might just find out,” he replied in a peevish tone that almost sounded sincere. Almost. He was possibly having way too much fun with this new game. Oh the zipper in the skirt. A far more evil thing than those tiny little hooks on her bra. But opportunity for gropage. “If I can find it,” he murmured, purposely running his hands over her hips and ass everywhere but where the zipper was. He made sure his long fingers grazed between her legs several times.
He was evil and she was fairly certain that he knew just what he was doing to her. Hell, he was probably doing it on purpose. She shuddered when his fingers teased between her thighs and as payback, turned to face him, her fingers slipping easily into his pants and wrapping around his cock. "You're not very good at locating tiny things," she whispered against his mouth, still not yet kissing him. Her free hand pushed his sweats down, along with the boxers beneath and she leaned in a bit more. "Neither am I, guess it's a good thing you've got a big, hard cock for me to find," she breathed.
He knew exactly what he was doing to her and enjoying it as much as she was. This was totally hot. Max stepped back a bit as she turned in his arms, then let in a sharp intake of breath as she grabbed his cock and started pulling down his sweats and boxers. “Mmm, good thing,” he breathed, forcing himself to not just pin her against the dresser and start making out in earnest. He managed to actually find the zipper and slide it down. “Good thing we’re both so good with our hands, huh?” he pointed out, close but not kissing her yet either. His hands slid into her skirt and panties, one sliding around in search of her clit. Since she wanted to play dirty, he could too.
She nodded, lips still hovering close to his as she shifted a bit, pressing her lips to his throat, then his chest as she moved slowly downward. "I'm also pretty good with my mouth," she breathed as she kissed lower, letting his hands be forced right back out of her skirt as she slid to her knees.
Max’s head lolled back as Jayne started working her way down his body. He shuddered and his cock bucked hard in her hand in anticipation. Hottest foreplay ever. “You are fucking amazing with your mouth,” he breathed. He slid his hands all the way up her body as she slid down, managing to squeeze her boobs once before they were out of his grasp.
"You have no idea," she whispered, her lips kissing over his hipbones and his lower stomach as she continued to stroke him. She turned her head and gently blew against his cock, smirking a little as she glanced up at him. Yeah, hottest foreplay ever. Knowing she had him in the palm of her hand was pretty liberating. Shifting, she let her tongue poke out from between her lips and flicked it over the head of him. "Too bad I'm making you go upstairs," she smirked, letting her tongue slide along the underside of him from tip to base and back again. "Better go now before I change my mind."
She’d had him in the palm of her hand from the first time she approached him. Jayne was smart, sexy, sassy and just amazing in general. She was the type of girl he hadn’t even dreamed about having. And now he had her and he was totally hooked. Max gasped and shuddered as she blew across his cock and licked the tip. He was throbbing so hard he could barely hear her smug teasing because of all the blood in his body pounding past his ears downward. “Because I can walk like this,” he rasped out. Which was the truth, but also keeping with the game. “You’re gonna leave me- ah- like this all night?”
"Mhm," she whispered as she kissed along the side of his cock, again moving from base to tip before sucking just the head of him into her mouth. While she sucked at the most sensitive part of his dick, she flicked her tongue over the slit at the tip, eyes still on his face. After a brief moment, she pulled back with a sticky sort of pop sound and let her hands move to his hips, using them for leverage to pull herself up from the floor. "I'm tired, go to the couch," she teased, lips finding his neck. "School in the morning and all."
God, she was fucking evil. Wicked Witch of the West Evil, even. Okay, so that was totally untrue. Max let out a loud groan as she sucked on him, grabbing the dresser for support. She was still evil, especially as moved back up his shaking body and kept at the game. Dammit, that was unfair. There was no way in hell he was giving in yet. No way. Not when the more they teased each other, the hotter the sex after when one of them broke finally would be.
Shaking himself and rolling his shoulders, he got his upper head back into the sex game. Sliding his hands into her skirt again, he started pushing it down. “Better finish what I started first,” he said, purposely rubbing his throbbing erection against her hip. His fingers delved between her folds and he starting rubbing her clit between two roughened fingertips. “Make sure that fire’s nice and hot. Keep you warm without me.”
Yeah, two could play her game.
She shuddered as his fingers brushed over her, damn near losing her resolve to win this war. She managed, however, to slid her fingers around his wrist and pull his hand away from her. Taking a brief moment to discard her skirt and the panties beneath it, she left her high boots in place and hopped up on the dresser. "I told you, I'm capable of stoking my own fire," she told him. Parting her thighs, the heel of each boot almost on either side of the long dresser, she slowly brushed her fingers down one thigh and up the other. "Upstairs," she told him as her hand settled between her thighs, middle finger stroking over her clit. "Ah," she whimpered, head leaning back against the mirror attached to the dresser. "Mmm, I can handle my fire."
Oh Christ. She just kept upping the ante. Max groaned and watch as she posed herself for maximum visibility and started stroking her own pussy. In nothing but thigh high boots. That had to be against the rules of the game they were playing. She was far sexier than he was. It was totally unfair. Not that he was complaining, but he was beginning to think he’d just been outmaneuvered.
Max moved in closer hands stroking up her thighs. “I don’t know,” he breathed, looking at her face, because if he looked down he would totally lose the game and just start banging her that instant. “Doesn’t feel very warm yet to me. Sure you don’t need something bigger?”
She smirked at him. He was so close to losing the fight and he didn't even know it. She used her free hand to slide up to cup her breast and slipped her middle finger inside of herself, letting out a soft whimper as she stroked it in and out a few times. She watched him with each movement, her hips rolling to meet her own touches. She shook her head a little as she removed her finger from within herself, raising it to her mouth and sucking it clean. "Feels pretty warm to me," she whispered.
He was not giving in. Dammit. Even if he was about to explode. Max’s mouth went dry and he was literally gaping at her for a good minute. Because damn. He swallowed hard a couple of times, desperately trying to keep his head well enough to speak and not just grab Jayne and start screwing her brains out. “Really?” he rasped hoarsely. “Let me be the judge of that.”
Okay, so he was giving in. Moving between her legs, Max shuddered in anticipation alone as he shifted her closer and sank into her hot, wet pussy. Fuck, that was awesome. He let out a low groan and shuddered again as he hilted completely. “Yeah, nice and hot,” he murmured against Jayne’s cheek. Yeah, she’d won. But so had he. So it was all good.
Jayne didn't argue, she'd won. He'd won. Who cared? So long as he was buried to the hilt inside of her, she didn't give a damn what it had taken to get there. She let out a little cry as he sank fully into her heat. "Oh, Max," she whimpered, lips finding his neck, sliding over his skin to his ear. "You're sleeping right here with me," she rasped against his skin, wanting there to be no qualms about that.
Oh yeah, they’d definitely both won. God yes. Max’s head lolled back as he sank in, then he leaned in as he felt Jayne’s lips trail across his cheek. He let out a breathless chuckle at her words. “The bed-,” he began as he leaned down to kiss her. “Would be way comfier.” At least for sleeping. Fucking her on his dresser was so happening. Wrapping his arms around her waist so his grip and angle were better, Max started thrusting. Fuck, that was so good.
She let out a breathless little laugh of her own when he made the ridiculous joke. She couldn't really keep the laughter up, however, not when he was fucking her like that, sinking into her so perfectly. Her long legs wrapped around his waist and she rocked her hips to meet each and every one of his thrusts. "God, Max," she whimpered. "So good."
It got even better when she wrapped her still boot clad legs around him. Max sank deeper, groaning in pleasure as he kept pumping. As turned on as he was, he didn’t want to go too crazy with the wild fucking. It wouldn’t do to wear her out early when he had her all night. “God, yes,” he murmured. Leaned down to kiss her deeply. “So good.”
Jayne didn't think he had anything to worry about. She'd be plenty capable of doing anything that he wanted of her for the rest of the night so long as he kept touching her like he was. "Max," she breathed again, her head lolling back on her shoulders, chest pressing against his. "Just like that, baby, oh god, just like that." How he could touch her in ways so perfect and make her feel like she wanted to explode was still a mystery to her. She'd never had a man, or anyone for that matter, turn her on the way that Max could. From that very first moment that she'd laid eyes on him she was done, and that statement was still true now.
Well, they needed to get some sleep tonight. She had school tomorrow and he had to get up early to take her there. But that was the last thing on Max’s mind right now. Jayne had had him when she walked up to him. Before she even started talking. Seriously, just watching her walk towards him in that white dress with those red stockings had been the best thing ever. The rest of everything since that moment had been mind blowingly awesome. He groaned as she moaned, keeping doing everything he was since she liked it so much. “Yeah, baby,” he gasped. “So hot.”
She couldn't say that their relationship had been perfect, but every single occurrence hand brought them to where they were now. That was the only thing in the world that mattered as far as the brunette was concerned. She let her fingers slide into his hair, tugging roughly at the thick strands for a moment before letting her nails slide down over the skin of his back, digging into his flesh.
It didn’t matter if it hadn’t been perfect. If Jayne hadn’t destroyed his worldview, Max would never have the life he had now. It had been what he needed and now he’d never been happier. He groaned as she tugged on his hair, sucking harder on her tongue as he thrust faster and harder. Her nails made him shudder hard and drove him closer. His balls were beginning to ache and he pulled away from the kiss to warn her. “God, baby,” he moaned. “So close.”
She could tell he was close even before he warned her and she bit his lower lip. "Pull out and I'll let you come in my mouth," she breathed against his lip, wondering if the words would turn him on or make him look at her strangely. She couldn't deny that she wanted to taste him, but even if she teased him with a little licking and touching, she never ended up getting a real taste of him. "What do you say, baby?" she gasped.
Max was torn. Not that the idea wasn’t appealing. It was just the idea of pulling out when he was that close was a little bit difficult, but since she was asking him to do it and all. Max thrust in a few more times before he managed to get his brain online enough to comply. He slipped free of Jayne’s body, panting and shuddering and hoping it didn’t take her too long to decide how she wanted to do this.
Jayne wasted no time in slipping off of the dresser and to her knees in front of him. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and she stroked him a few slow times as her lips took him into her mouth. She knew he was close, dangerously so really, and he tasted of her and that turned her on just as much as the thought of being the reason he was about to burst. She groaned around the mouthful of him eyes flicking up to his face as she coupled the movements of her mouth with the movement of her hand.
He let out a gasp as Jayne wrapped her hand around his cock, moaning loudly as her lips joined them. One hand quickly wound into her hair, as the other one went to brace his weight on the dresser. Max was completely gone and almost did explode in her mouth. “Fuck,” he rasped out, unable to keep from thrusting forward as he came. “Suck that cock. Drink it all down.”
Jayne loved it when Max talked dirty to her, especially now when he was thrusting his cock down her throat and spilling himself into her. She did as he ordered her, swallowing against his cock and drinking down every drop he had to offer. When she felt his dick start to soften a little, she let it slip from her lips, licking teasingly over the tip. She then licked her lips as she stared up at him, her body shivering slightly with her own arousal. "You're so fucking sexy," she breathed.
He was so fucking sexy? Jayne was the one on her knees in just a pair of thigh high boots, sucking him for all she was worth as he fucked her mouth. Max let out a weak little laugh, shuddering as she teased the oversensitive tip. “You’re fucking amazing,” he breathed. “Get on the bed so I can lick you out until I can go again.” He wasn’t leaving her wanting and there was no way he was ready to go again yet.
She used his hips to pull herself up, leaning in to kiss his throat briefly before doing as he'd told her to. She left the boots in place, mostly because she couldn't bring herself to take them off when she could only think of his mouth on her cunt. She propped herself against the pillows, legs parted and heels of her shoes against the blankets. Biting her lower lip, she lifted her hand and gave him a 'come hither' sort of gesture.
Max shuddered as she used his body to pull herself to standing and kissed his neck. God, he wished he could go again now, but it didn’t work like that. He was 28, not 18. So he needed a few minutes to get back into the game. He couldn’t think of a better way to pass the time than licking Jayne’s sweet little cunt until she begged him to fuck her again. He let out a low groan as he watched her pose herself like a sexy little offering on his bed. So fucking hot. Yeah, like he was standing here a second longer. He shuddered again and moved over to the bed.
“I love you,” he told her, dark hair falling in his eyes as he kissed Jayne. He started working his way down her body, kissing and licking a hot trail down her skin. When he got to her legs, he grinned and slowly unzipped one of the boots, sliding it off her legs with the sock, making sure he ran his hands and lips all over her skin as he exposed it. He repeated the process on the other side, before moving his attentions where they both really wanted them. He started by rubbing her clit between his rough fingers, before dropping his head down and sucking it between his lips. Fuck, she tasted and smelled so good.
"I love you," she whispered in return, no truer words ever spoken. She watched him as he moved, trailing kisses over her skin, tongue darting out to taste the tiny bit of sweat that still coated her from him fucking her the way he had. She was already so close, still twitching a bit from their last coupling and watching him come undone, but she tried to focus more on the way he moved, the gentleness in the way he slid her boots and socks off. As his fingers came up between her thighs, stroking her clit with those calloused hands, she shuddered, fingers clutching the fabric of the bedspread beneath them. "Max," she whimpered, hips rocking in the direction of that miraculous tongue.
Max groaned against her, sucking her clit further in between his lips. God, she tasted so good. Letting off after a minute to pant out a breath, he started licking all between her folds. Until he found her opening. Then he just plunging his tongue inside her pussy. Fucking so awesome.
Awesome didn't even begin to cover it. Jayne was reduced to nothing more than whimpers and soft cries of approval as he teased her with his tongue. As soon as he let that wicked tongue slip between her folds and plunge inside of her, she thought she might die. She shuddered, hips rocking upwards to meet his each and every movement. "Oh, god," she whispered, fingers shifting to clutch at his hair, both hands all but holding her lover in place between her thighs.
He moaned again as Jayne grabbed onto his hair. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer. Max kept thrusting his tongue into her until he had to breathe, then unwrapped one arm from her leg to slide two long fingers into her pussy. He had the wicked idea to keep making her come until he was ready again. Then fuck her again. He was a genius, what could he say?
If that was his plan, he was certainly making it look like reality. She shuddered again when his fingers found their way between her folds. The wicked look on his face certainly helped move things right along. She was melting into a puddle of nothing but arousal and cries perhaps too loud. At least in her mind though likely they just fueled his fire even more. His name was a constant track repeating on her lips, her hips rocking to meet each little movement of his fingers and that perfect tongue.
She hadn’t come yet, so he hadn’t succeeded. Max redoubled his efforts, dipping his head back down to suck on her clit while he worked his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her cries were just spurring him on. Jesus, this was so fucking hot.
Yet was the operable word. A word that was blown out of the water when he caught her clit with his lips again. She shudders and then it turned into more of a convulsion as her hips twitched on their own accord, body rocking against his face in quick little staccato movements as she let out a cry that perhaps was his name but she couldn't really think hard enough to wonder on it much. Her fingers clenched in his hair, muscles doing the same around his fingers. Okay, yeah, it was fucking hot.
Max didn’t plan to stop until he was ready to go again. He shuddered as Jayne screamed and seized up, taking a break with his mouth at least. For a few breaths. She got another wicked smile before he went back to licking her clit. Then he started working a third finger into her pussy.
Oh dear god. He was trying to kill her. She'd barely had a chance to recover from the first climax before she was rushing right towards another. Her toes curled a little, fingers tugging at his hair. Her body still twitched all on it's own as he tormented her senses. Visually he was exquisite but then he had to go and add that third finger and she couldn't hold back. The second orgasm washed through her like a tidal wave and again she cried out, his name not even being able to form on her lips as her back arched up and off the bed.
He wasn’t trying to kill her. It probably sounded like he was, considering how loud she was screaming. God, he loved when she screamed like that. Max let out a groan against her body, twisting his fingers inside her pussy a bit as he decided she didn’t need a break between orgasms this time. He was starting to get hard, which was good, because she was soaking wet and super sensitive and he so wanted to fuck her when she was twitching every time he moved at all.
She was most definitely sensitive. So sensitive that every little movement he made had her shivering and twitching as it was. Her voice was pretty hoarse, but moans and little whimpers of his name in quick succession fled from her lips. Yeah, it sounded like he was killing her, but she couldn't bring herself to give a damn.
He shuddered again as Jayne writhed and moaned and whimpered. He’d warned his brother she was loud, so it wasn’t like he’d come rushing down to rescue her or anything. One of the advantages of having their own place. Nobody to hear her scream and interrupt their fun. It would be pretty embarrassing to explain to a cop that no officer, she just screams like a banshee when it’s really good. Nobody needed that. Really.
Max was getting worked up, but not fast enough. Keeping going with his fingers, he shifted to his knees. Taking one of her hands, he wrapped it around his cock. “Come on, baby,” he moaned. “Make me hard. Wanna fuck you so bad.”
Now he wanted her to think enough to help him out? God, the evil man. Still, she wanted him inside of her just as badly so she gripped him a bit tighter and picked up the pace he'd set with his own fingers. Her breathing was ragged and she was rushing towards yet another climax thanks to him. Her thumb teasingly brushed over the tip of his cock and her eyes closed, lips parting in another little cry of approval. "Oh, Max," she whimpered. "Fuck."
Oh yeah, that was definitely doing it. He could see her squirming and shuddering, the look on her face, how hard she was breathing. It was a total rush and well, making the blood rush exactly where they both wanted it to. Max moaned again and closed his eyes as a shudder ran through his body. “So good,” he breathed out, bucking into her hand a bit. He leaned down, bracing his weight on his free hand next to her, so he could pump his fingers in and out of her pussy faster. “Come-” he began, words cut off by a groan as his cock bucked in her hand. “Come again. Then you can have it.”
Oh, now he was being all demanding. She loved it. More than she probably should, but damn, that was hot. "Make me," she breathed out challengingly. If he wanted her to come, he'd have to be a little more demanding. She ached for it, her whole body beginning to tingle. Again she brushed her thumb over the slit at the tip of his cock, lips parting in a low groan. "Make me come," she hissed.
He wanted to slam into her while she was coming. Feel her tight, wet pussy milking his cock as he fucked her. Max groaned and bucked harder into her hand. It was getting very hard (in more than one way) to concentrate on what his hand was doing when she was stroking him like that. Damn. He leaned down further, nipping awkwardly at one of her nipples. But it was a little more stimulation. He could feel how close Jayne was, she was so tight around his fingers the only reason he could still pump them in there was because she was dripping all over the place.
The little nip, awkward as it might have been, was just enough stimulation to fling her over the edge. Her body arched again, her fingers losing the ability to even stroke him. She released his cock for favor of the bedding, fingers clutching at the fabric as her thighs clenched together to hold his fingers there against her. She cried out, louder this time than before, eyes rolling back behind closed eyelids.
Finally. Okay, so it hadn’t taken that long. Max shuddered as Jayne screamed again. Extracting his fingers from her took more effort than he was expecting. It felt like she was trying to break them with her damn pussy. He immediately moved to thrust into her, head lolling back as his own eyes rolled back into his skull from the feeling. Fuck, that was amazing. He stayed buried in her until she’d come down, then started moving.
Jayne shuddered as he sank into her, feet resting against the mattress and knees coming up on either side of Max's body. She reached for him, her arms winding around his neck and shoulders as she pulled him down to kiss him, clenching her muscles around him purposefully. "You're gonna be the death of me, Maximus," she rasped.
Max let out a shaky laugh at her accusation. Christ, it felt like she was trying to squeeze out his soul through his cock. “I’m gonna kill you?” he grunted between thrusts. “Fuck babe..” He leaned down to kiss her again, not breaking away until he needed to gasp out of few breaths.
She caught his lower lip with her teeth when he pulled back to suck in that much needed breath. Her eyes were dark with arousal as her hands moved to his shoulders and she shoved, using all her weight to roll their bodies over so she could be on top. "Okay, so maybe it'll be a mutual death," she breathed, deliberately clenching her muscles again as she tried to recover from the tingles still flickering through her body, most settling between her thighs.
He let out a moan when she teased his lip, then another as she flipped them over. He could have fought back, but shit, he didn’t care what position they fucked in so long as he could stay buried in her tight wet pussy. Like forever if possible. Max’s body arched as she squeezed his cock like that. “Fuck,” he gasped. “You’re so wet.” And hot and tight and if he hadn’t come once already, he probably wouldn’t be able to handle it.
When he arched, she shuddered, toes curling a little as her fingers splayed against his chest. It was like riding some delicious sort of amusement park ride the way he sank deeper inside of her as he lifted the both of them just that little bit off the bed. She liked that, a lot. Clenching again, her eyes were on his face and she drew in a ragged breath. "Your fault," she whispered. "I'm a shaky mess thanks to you."
Max let out another grunt as she squeezed him again. Yeah, the whole hot, wet, tight pussy was all fine and good, but friction was needed here. Like now. He bucked up into her harder, moaning as teased him. “You were asking for it,” he breathed. “Christ, Jayne. Either fuck me now or I’m taking over.” He let out a pant. “My fucking teeth are throbbing.” Which was an exaggeration, but he was about that turned on right now.
She shuddered again when he bucked, whimpering at his words. "I love it when you threaten me with amazing sex," she breathed out, smirking a little as she leaned down to catch his lips in a rough little kiss, tugging the lower one with her teeth as their mouths parted. "Do you worst, I can take it."
Because this hadn’t been all amazing sex? Max let out a little crazed laugh that was cut off my her kiss. Do his worst? Because he hadn’t already? He let out a groaned and wrapped her up in his arms, rolling them back over. “I hope so,” he replied gruffly. “Because you’re getting it before my fucking head explodes.” With a rough kiss of his own, Max pinned Jayne to the bed. Then just started pounding into her. She was definitely wet enough to take it it hard and fast. Which was how she was getting it for torturing him.
She struggled futilely against his grasp, not wanting him to let go but giving herself something to do besides twitch and scream out. Of course that was about all that she could do really, her body writhing against his as he all but fucked her into the mattress. Her entire body shifted with each thrust he made, eyes rolling back behind closed eyelids once more, lips parted in a silent gasp, sound leaving her. Dear god the things that man could do to her. Her body arched, pressing herself more firmly against him as best she could. "Fuck me," she gasped, perhaps too loud. Thankfully Elias had been warned. Well, hopefully he had.
Elias had been warned. Max still expected a look or a comment after he dropped her off at school or breakfast or whatever. Because it probably sounded like they were murdering each other or fighting or well, having wild, crazy awesome sex. He kept going, shifting his hips until he found that angle that made jolts shoot through his whole body everytime he slammed all the way into her pussy. God, this was good. Great. Fucking awesome. He hauled Jayne’s legs over his hips one at a time as he kept pounding into her.
Wild, crazy awesome sex. Yes, definitely. She continued to cry out whimpers and praises in the form of little screeches. When he lifted her legs to his hips, she smirked a little, barely managing to get the expression out before he hit another perfect angle. "They... go... higher," she gasped out between thrusts. "Flexi-ble." The last word more syllables than needed to be thanks to his movements. "Fuck," she gasped.
Then she could - oh wait, as long as she’d had them spread in various positions, there was a good chance her legs were a bit numb and stuff. Right. Max groaned and hooked one of her knees under his elbow and shifted it over his shoulder. Then the other one. A quick adjustment of everything and yeah, this position worked awesome too. He grunted as he started thrusting down into her. Fuck, yes, awesome. “Good now?” he panted.
"Oh fuck yes!" she cried, head falling back against the pillows. Her neck elongated by the movement even with her lips parted in another loud cry. "God, j-just like th-that!" she grunted, stuttering from the sheer force of his thrusts. The angle he was hitting now made her feel like he might just rip her entirely apart, but oh what a delectable way to go.
Okay, this position worked. More than worked. It was amazing. Max kept going, but he could feel his balls and spine tightening as he quickly headed towards orgasm. “So close,” he gasped. “Fuck, baby.” God, now his teeth were fucking throbbing as he built up with the need to come. Wild, crazy awesome sex indeed.
Jayne had her own need to come, her whole body felt like it was on fire and when he gasped out how close he was, she shuddered, clenching her muscles around his cock as he continued to fuck her silly. "Come," she breathed. "Please, god, just fucking come, fill me up." And no sooner did the words slip from her lips, Jayne's eyes closed, lips parted in a cry and she could have sworn that she'd died because it was like everything went black and then got set on fire. It tore through her, body twitching as the cry was torn from her throat, hitting a pitch so high it nearly wasn't even audible.
Wild, crazy awesome sex. Fuck.
Okay, it was possible Max was going to lose his hearing from the screaming. Not that he cared. Because it was awesome. When Jayne came that hard and loud, he didn’t even want to fight coming himself. He shoved in to the hilt, grinding his hips as he spilled into her. He felt dizzy, one arm going to grab the headboard so they didn’t topple over. An awkward fall in this position could be bad for both of them. Not good. Yeah, his brain was definitely fuzzy and not firing on all cylinders. “Jesus fuck,” he breathed out when he could make words. “I think you are trying to kill me.” Damn it was a good way to go though.
"This coming from the man who just... just tried to fuck me to death," Jayne breathed back in response. Her body was still tingling, little aftershocks washing through her and getting shudders every so often. Slowly she shifted her legs off of his shoulders, letting them slide beneath his arms and slowly down his sides only to wrap around his middle and pull him closer to her. Her arms did the same, needing that closeness. "God, Max," she breathed as she buried her face in against his neck. "It's official, I'm completely ruined."
“You started it,” Max defended. Although that probably wasn’t true. And he wasn’t complaining. He waited until she’d moved her legs before just rolling over onto his back. He wrapped his arms around her, needing the closeness just as much. “I hope you mean that in the good ‘No other man will be able to satisfy me’ way,” he joked. “Because I wasn’t trying to hurt you.” Not that it was out of the realm of possibility. They’d both kind of lost control completely there.
Perhaps she had started it, perhaps he had. She really didn't care either way. She certainly wasn't complaining either. Jayne let him roll over and curled in against him. Yes, she did ache, twinges of pain flickering through her every few seconds, but it was a dull and spectacular ache. "No man will be able to satisfy me," she told him. "Not after having you."
Max wrapped Jayne up in his arms. “No other woman will be able to satisfy me,” he told her. “You’re the full package and I am not giving you up, Princess. Just so you know.” They were both going to have a long soak in the tub as soon as he got enough blood back into his legs to walk across the room and stuff. “I love you, Jayne.”
"You better not," she whispered against his neck before kissing the tender flesh there. "Hell hath no fury like a witch scorned," she teased, lifting her head so she could look down at Max. "I love you too, Max," she murmured. "And they'll have to pry you out of my cold dead fingers before I let anything push me away from you."
“Noted,” he replied with a smile. “Even if you’re sexy when you’re mad.” Jayne was always sexy. It was like her default state. But he might be biased. He kissed her again. “Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way.” Really, Jayne was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He wasn’t letting her go unless it really did look like staying with her would kill her. The chances of that were pretty slim. And once he dealt with a threat like that, he’d be back with her as fast as he could.
As little as he wanted to move, he knew Jayne was going to be sore as hell. Not just from the crazy animal fucking at the end there. Her legs had been kind of abused the whole time. And she was a ballerina and needed her legs. “Come on, princess,” he said. ‘We need a long soak in the tub or they’re gonna think you twisted something tomorrow.” He gently eased her off of him and onto the bed. “I’ll get the tub filled up. You stay here and look sexy.” He gave her a kiss before hauling himself off the bed to go start their bath. Yeah, if he was feeling it this much, she would really be feeling it soon.
Jayne let out a soft little whimper as he lifted her and sat her back down on the bed. Yeah, she was feeling it alright. Her legs felt more like they were made of jello than anything else. Slowly she shifted herself to the edge of the bed and carefully stood. Yeah, jello legs for sure. He'd told her to stay, but she rarely listened because she was a stubborn little thing. So she made her wobbly way towards the bathroom, using the wall for a bit more balance. "Soaking sounds amazing," she breathed, a little laugh slipping from her as she gripped the door frame.
She could have at least waited until there was enough water for her to lay down in. Women. Max shook his head and grabbed Jayne, dragging her so she could sit on the toilet seat. “Impatient much, baby?” he challenged. “I could have carried you in here, instead of having to watch you look like you walked over hot coals or something?” Yeah, he did feel guilty for hurting her. They’d both gotten carried away. But she was the one who was really paying for it. “You okay?” he asked quietly, trying not to act like he was fussing too much.
She smiled at him as she settled down. He was fussing, but she didn't mind so much. It just proved he cared. "Impatient," she agreed with a little nod. "And you don't have to carry me around, I'm sore not an invalid," she promised him with a little laugh afterwards as she shook her head. "I'm fine, better than fine. Aching in a dull sort of way but it's spectacular. So no feeling bad and I know you are so stop it okay? Come here, kiss me and stop being a worry wart."
“Maybe I like the excuse to have you in my arms?” he shot back. Which was partially true. “You’ve always been fine.” Which was true. Jayne was fine. Even if that wasn’t how she meant it. “I warned you before I did this. I will worry less when that ache goes away. Until then, let me fuss over you to make myself feel better, okay?” He leaned over and kissed her anyway. The tub was probably full enough if the two of them were sharing it. “Let’s hope both our long legs fit in this thing,” he added. “Memo to me. Get a bigger damned tub installed.” But there was no way she was going to be able to stand in the shower with him.
He got into the tub first, so she could rest her back against him and be all comfy like. “Come here,” he said. “I need hot, wet after sex cuddling.”
"Fuss then," she smiled. She wasn't going to argue too much, not when he was being sweet enough to fuss in the first place. She let him settle in the tub before doing as he asked her to. Slowly she climbed in with him, settling with her back against him to start. "I love you," she said softly after a moment. "Even your fussing. It's sweet. I guess I'm just not used to it is all," she explained, turning her head up enough that she could look at him. "I mean Rupert fusses, but it's different."
“I will then,” he countered, sticking out his tongue at her. Max automatically wrapped his arms around Jayne as she settled back against his chest. The hot water was already making him feel better and kind of sleepy even. “You love my fussing,” he told her. He shook his head. “I get it. It’s a different kind of fussing for you. I fuss over everybody I care about. You get special treatment though. Because you’re my princess.” He kissed her cheek.
"I do," she admitted. "Just makes me realize that you're not just in this for something superficial, that you really do care about me," she murmured. It was similar to the way Rupert fussed over her, especially after their parents had died. It had been hard on Jayne and she'd gone through a phase of rebellion that lasted far too long for her liking. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say that," she smiled.
Max smiled. “Yeah, I’m glad you know that,” he told her. “Because I’m totally hooked on you in every way.” It was strange and even kind of scary how fast it had happened, but he wasn’t the type of person who fought his feelings. He chuckled softly. “I hope you don’t,” he said. “You know how long I’ve dreamed about having a princess I could come charging in on my fiery steed and carry off to live happily ever after with?” It was partially a joke, partially true. Max had always wanted to be a hero like the characters in the stories and movies he watched. The reality was something a lot less fairytale like. But Jayne gave him hopes he could manage to be at least a gray knight in tarnished armor someday.
To Jayne he was already a knight in shining armor, even if he didn't think so. It had happened fast, yes, and it was terrifying to say the least she could agree, but Jayne wouldn't have had it any other way. "Well you've got one now," she murmured. "And I plan on doing whatever I can to make your happily ever after the happiest possible."
With the revelation that all supers weren’t monsters had come a hard reality. Most of the people the Laskos had killed over the years were probably bad. Since most supers who wanted to be left in peace did the same to everybody else. But there were ones who had basically just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Those were the ones he regretted, and would regret for the rest of his life. Because there was nothing he could do to make up for what he’d done, give back what he’d taken from their loved ones. Which grated on his sense of honor, as twisted as it probably was.
“You already have,” he assured her. “I mean seriously, look how awesome my life has become since I met you? I think you rescued me and carried me off, baby. But it’s the 21st century. We can be all modern and shake it up like that.”
"Don't be so sure," she told him, lifting her hand from the water and reaching back to cup his cheek. She kissed him, turning her head to make the movement possible. When she pulled back again, she smiled. "I'm not really all that much a fairytale princess," she told him. "I think you really did rescue me. Or we rescued each other, a little of both really."
Max returned the kiss. “Yeah, and we both know I’m not even close to a real fairytale prince,” he reminded her. “Well, unless we’re from Grimms’ Fairytales. Because those are totally fucked up and we’d fit right in there. God.” They really were. Especially the ones about sticks and strong. Those guys were seriously smoking something. “Maybe we did,” he admitted, turning his face towards hers to make the kissing easier. “You are still totally my heroine though.”
She smiled into another kiss and nodded a little. "There's a song, hero/heroine," she murmured. "Look it up, prince charming. I think you've just added a song to my mental playlist for us," she smirked.
“You have a mental playlist for us?” he teased. “Or do you actually have a playlist for us. Actually we should have a playlist. We need to work on that. That way when we’re not together we can listen to it and pine for each other like on those cheesy teenage dramas.” Actually that sounded kind of fun. To know she was listening to same songs he was and thinking about him and knowing he was thinking about her. Maybe there was something to it now that he thought about it.
"Both?" she murmured, biting her lower lip through another smile. "I have about a billion songs that remind me of you or us or just," she shook her head and laughed. "It's not my fault I'm a cheesy teenager. You picked me, remember that," she grinned. She hoped that he didn't think she was a dorky, teenage, immature girl, even if she could be at times.
“I demand you share this list with me,” he told her. “Yeah, same. Probably because I’m obsessed with you.” He was, there was no denying it. Max chuckled. “I think you picked me. You definitely hit on me first.” He shook his head. “I love that you’re a cheesy teenager,” he assured her. “Because I’m a sappy guy who believes in true love and watches old movies and doesn’t feel the overwhelming to prove how macho he is by always being tough. And you’re the first girl who’s ever wanted to take me home and keep me.”
"I did hit on you first," she agreed with a little nod. "But if I hadn't, you would have hit on me. I was wearing that sweater dress that sucks people in," she laughed. "Would you really have been able to resist me?" she questioned. She hoped not. Not that it likely mattered at that moment as they were together, but still. "I do want to take you home and keep you," she said with a nod. "Soon as I graduate, I might have to ask Elias if I can cohabitate with you," she smirked.
“I was definitely checking you out,” Max admitted. “But it was more the red tights with the pumps that caught my attention. Because damn, do your legs look good in those.” The sweater dress had just insured that a man’s eyes were drawn to her legs. Which he was sure was entirely intentional. “Okay, I didn’t even try to resist you. I was pretty much falling over myself to impress you.” Which was true. Luckily, he’d succeeded. “I don’t think Elias will mind. He’s going to have to invest in some kickass headphones, but I doubt he’ll mind. I think he’s just thrilled I came around and I’m happy. Since you are the reason for these two things, I’m pretty sure he’ll be happy to have you around.”
She smiled at his words. "I guess I'll have to wear them again sometime," she murmured. She fully intended on making that 'sometime' soon. "I'm glad you didn't resist me. And that we're here now. And I might have to buy Elias some headphones for christmas," she chuckled. The poor guy. "That or I'll just have to try and be quieter."
Max groaned at the thought. “Because I don’t already have a hard time keeping my hands to myself when I’m around you,” he said. Not that he was sincerely complaining. “I am very glad we’re here now. Especially as here is hot, wet and naked after some crazy, mind blowing sex.” Not that it wasn’t always mind blowing. It just got progressively more awesome and mind blowing every time. So they were likely going to end up killing each other with it eventually. Oh well, worse ways to go. He snorted at that. “Good headphones,” he said. “Because there is no way in hell I want you to try and be quieter.”
"Mind blowing sex, huh?" she asked him, smirking a little, her ego definitely stroked. "Keep talking like that and you're going to get hot, wet and naked mind blowing sex," she warned him, not that it was really anything bad that would happen. "You're going to go deaf because of me," she told him as she shifted in the tub, turning over so she could face him, resting herself on her knees in a kneeling position as she slipped her arms around his neck. "You know, maybe I should work on a soundproofing spell," she winked.
“I have seen good pornos that were not that hot,” he assured her. “Seriously, I have never seen a porno that hot. Damn, woman.” Max chuckled and wrapped his arms around her so she didn’t slip and fall. “Soundproofing spell might good. Just to keep the neighbors from calling the cops. I’m sure that counts as disturbing the peace, baby.” There could seriously not be a better excuse for going deaf at a young age than ‘My girlfriend screams so loud when we get it on she ruptured my eardrums.’ Yes, it so sucked to be him. Not.
"Maybe we'll have to make our own porno," she murmured thoughtfully. She flushed a little at his 'disturbing the peace' comment. "I'm not that loud, am I?" she questioned, biting her lower lip as she leaned into him a little more.
Make their own porno? Max couldn’t deny he liked this idea. “You are that loud,” he told her, pulling her close so he could kiss her. “It’s really hot.” He was still stuck on the idea of making a porno with her. “So my very own video of you being all sexy and us having mind blowing sex to watch when you’re not here?” His hands skimmed up and down Jayne’s side. “You’re a genius, you know that?”
"You'd really make a movie with me?" she asked him slowly moving enough that she could straddle his lap instead of kneeling. "You'd have to promise never to let anyone else see it, or put it on the internet," she told him, giving him her best steely glare.
She was kidding right? “Baby, have you seen you?” he said. “Hell, yes, I would make a movie with you any day.” He gave her a look. “Hell no. Nobody else gets to see that. It’d just be for us. You know, for those long cold nights when you’re not here making me deaf and letting me seduce you.”
She smiled a little at his words and let her fingers push his hair back from his face. "Well, homecoming is next week," she told him. "I can get a camera and after the dance you can help me out of my pretty dress, what'dya say?" Perhaps she shouldn't be making the decision she was making, but this was Max and she trusted him.
“Homecoming?” he said. Oh shit, that was one of those big important dances. “And you were gonna ask me to go with you when, huh?” He was just teasing her. He really wasn’t worried about the dance thing, so long as she was allowed to bring him. High schools had weird rules. Max chuckled at the set up. “Only if you promise to torture me and play hard to get again. Because that was totally hot.” Even if she wasn’t going to be in those boots. But if they liked it, they could make more than once video. “Now you’ve got my mind going. I am seriously considering completely replacing my collection with videos of us. Because when I’m watching those now, I want to be with you anyway. So having you be on the video would be so much better.”
"Homecoming," she nodded. "Our school doesn't have its own sports team because it's private and small and all that," she explained. "But they join up with the public school for things like homecoming and prom. I was going to ask but I wasn't sure if you'd want to go because it's just a dance and all," she shrugged, biting her bottom lip. She wanted him to go more than anything. "And I had to check to see if you would be allowed to go because of our age difference. And you are allowed to go, so will you?" she asked him. God how she felt like such an idiot for being so dorky at asking someone out, especially her boyfriend.
"And yeah, you should replace those movies. If I think too much on it, I might get jealous that you're watching other girls have sex when you could be watching me." It was kind of hot to think that he wanted to watch her in porno movies and, despite the flush on her cheeks, it was sort of empowering.
Max shook his head, letting her finish before he interrupted. “You forgot my promise,” he said. “You said prom already. I agreed to it. Homecoming counts too. I would be totally failing as a boyfriend if I didn’t take you to homecoming. So give me an idea of what color your dress is and stuff and we’ll make all the other kids jealous.” He kissed her, hoping she’d stop looking so damned worried now. Like he would tell her no? This was important to her.
He grinned. “I would definitely rather be watching you,” he told her. “Okay, I’d rather be having sex with you, but since that’s not possible, reliving all of our crazy mind blowing sex by watching it is a good consolation thing. You need copies, too. So you can have something to touch yourself to when you’re stuck at your brother’s house. And good headphones.”
She breathed a little sigh of relief, but nodded. "Good," she told him. "My dress is red." She fully intended on making all those other bitches as jealous as possible. She had the hottest boyfriend ever, older and gorgeous and completely faithful to her. What more could a girl ask for?
She smiled when he said he'd rather be watching her. "I try not to touch myself at home," she admitted with a little embarrassed laugh. "Really loud," she reminded him. "I doubt Rupert wants to hear all that. Soundproofing is sounding more and more like the perfect idea for my next study topic." She'd have to go look for a book about soundproofing spells now, it was just going to have to happen.
“Red?” he said. “You’ll look hot in red.” Not that she didn’t always look hot. But red was one of those colors that just got a guy going. Yeah, he had it just as good. His girlfriend was 18, hot, and well, better than any girl he’d ever dreamed of in every way. The whole damned room was going to hate them.
“Soundproofing it is,” he agreed. “Well, soundproofing and make our own sexy movies. Better be careful, this could get addicting. I’m already thinking that I’ve got to have one of you going down on me in the those sexy boots. And having sex in them. Seriously, I am never going to be able to see you wearing those now without thinking about you sucking me off in them.”
That had her grinning a little. "Well make a list, lover boy," she told him, leaning in to catch his mouth in a kiss. "I fully intend to play fairy godmother in this fairytale too. Your wish is my command."
Max chuckled. “Well, be sure you get what you want out of them,” he told her. “They’re for both of us to enjoy, baby.” He kissed her back, shivering at the thought. When he broke from the kiss, he added. “Naughty schoolgirl, too?”
"Anything that involves the two of us intertwined in any way is what I want," she told him with a wide smile. "Naughty schoolgirl included." That one was one of her favorites, she had to admit. "No panties, just that little skirt thigh high socks and some heels," she smirked. "Maybe I'll even let you discipline me."
He groaned at that. “Damn, baby,” he said. “You’re gonna get me going again and then neither of us are going to get out of bed in time to get you to school.” Especially since she was already sore. They could always do a quickie in the morning before he had to take her to school. “I’m way too damned old to go three times in one night and get up before noon.” Yeah, she was going to kill him. Not that he wouldn’t die happy, mind.
"You're not old," she told him as she kissed him again. "You're sexy and perfect." Amongst a billion other reasons why she loved him. "And you're mine," she breathed against his lips. "That's the most important thing of all."
Max laughed against the kiss. “Well, then we were meant to be together,” he told Jayne. “Because you’re sexy and perfect and mine too.” Yeah they were revoltingly sappy. It was also totally awesome. “Come on, princess. The water’s getting cold and it wasn’t exactly early when you got here. Let’s go to bed.”
She wanted to argue, but she had to admit that she was a little tired after their escapades. "Okay," she reluctantly agreed, slowly detangling herself from him and standing up, climbing out of the tub just as slowly. She grabbed a couple towels and handed him one, then wrapped the other around herself. "I'll be glad when school is over and I can spend more nights in bed with you," she admitted.
He made sure she was steady enough on her own feet and out of the tub before he let go of Jayne. He was still a little worried about her, but it wasn’t like they went at it all crazy like that all the time. Then he stood up and took the towel from her, wrapping it around his waist. “Me too,” he admitted, as he pulled her close for a kiss. “Go on,” he said. “I’ll be out once I’ve drained the tub and stuff.” That way she could dry off without him being tempted to grope her or vice versa. They were very good at getting distracted by each other. Especially when they were naked.
Jayne did as he told her to and headed out to the bedroom. She took a moment to dry off and then discarded the towel in the hamper, then grabbed her phone and crawled into bed. Pajamas were pointless really so she didn't bother with them. Setting the alarm on the phone so she'd be up in time for school (and likely a quickie prior to school) she sat it aside and turned to face the door to the bathroom, patiently waiting for Max.
Since Max was no longer sharing a room with his siblings and wasn’t a paranoid hunter anymore, sleeping in anything more than his boxers was pretty much not happening. Since his sexy girlfriend was in his bed, naked was much better. He headed out of the bathroom, dropping the towel before he reached the bed. “I love you,” he reminded Jayne as he crawled into bed next to her. “Goodnight, princess.”
"I love you," she replied, immediately curling in against him. "Goodnight, Prince Charming." she murmured, closing her eyes and resting her head against his chest. Now if she could just get thoughts about all those videos out of her head...