Tommy (tkverymuch) wrote in transition_rpg, @ 2012-11-03 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | 01.04.13, jayne, jayne and tommy, tommy |
Who: Jayne and Tommy
What: A cold night
When: Friday, early morning - 01.04.13
Where: Their home
Warnings: Very much NSFW incest.
Jayne had been avoiding Tommy since New Years. It was easier that way. She didn't have to deal with the confusion or the strange feelings or the repercussions of what she'd done while she was high and wasted. Surely he hadn't meant any of what he'd said, hadn't meant anything that he'd done. It was the alcohol talking. The weed. It was the only logical explanation that there could be. Anything else just seemed like madness. Sheer madness. Which was why she'd done all she could to just stay in her room when she knew he was home or stay out when she knew that he'd be in or go home when she knew that he'd been out. Thus far it had worked out pretty well for her. She'd yet to run into him for more than passing by him in the hall.
Laying in her bed now, however, snow falling outside her window, she was freezing cold in the drafty old house. She had a pair of pajama pants on, a long sweater and socks but none of them even coupled with the blankets wrapped around herself could combat the cold. She shivered as she forced herself to get up. She'd laid there freezing long enough. Tiptoeing down the stairs, she made her way to Tommy's room. It was warmer there and he probably wasn't even inside. But her thoughts were wrong as she opened the door to find him curled up, his bare back visible over top of the covers. She bit her lower lip and slowly walked towards him, closing the door behind herself. It was cold, she had an excuse. But even as she slid beneath the covers and curled in against him, she was starting to think she'd lost her mind.
He was nude beneath the blankets. She could tell by the way that he felt but she was trying hard to ignore the bare skin. "Tommy," she whispered. "Can I sleep in here with you?"
Tommy had stumbled in from Sky’s, sobered up by the walk through the snow. It was cold enough that even he was considering putting something on to sleep in. He ran pretty hot, and the fireplace in the corner of his room meant that the bedroom was nice and toasty warm. He’d set the fire and sat in front of it for a while before going to bed, careful to put the guard around it. There were still embers smouldering in the grate, enough to cast a soft, ruddy glow over the room. Snoring softly, he didn’t stir when Jayne walked into the room. The dip in the mattress as she slid in beside him woke him a little, blinking blearily at her as he lifted his head, arms sliding out from under his pillow to prop him up. “Jaynie?” He rubbed his face with his hand, trying to wake up a little. “Time’sit?”
"Late," she breathed. "I'm freezing." That surely would be enough of an excuse to explain her presence in his bed. "Didn't want to wake you, tried not to. It's just so cold in my room, even with the heater on." Which was the negative side of her grandma's house. It was old and it was drafty. But it was hers now and that outweighed any negatives that it might have had.
He was still a little drunk. Enough that he didn’t see having Jayne in his bed as the bad idea it probably was. Rolling onto his side, he covered both her hands with one of his, frowning at how cold they were. “Jesus, you’re like ice,” he murmured sleepily. “C’mere.” He pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest, his chin on top of her head. And very quickly remembered why this was a bad idea. He was naked. She was gorgeous. And pressed against him pretty much from head to toe. Willing himself not to get hard, praying for once that he’d drunk too much to be able to get it up, Tommy tried to focus on his sister rather than how hot she was.
She curled in against him when he pulled her into his arms. She was trying to concentrate on the warmth and not anything else about him. Not his gorgeous body or the fact that he was naked. It was better that she kept herself separated from the reality of what was happening here. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. "I'm sorry that I woke you," she breathed.
“S’okay,” he murmured. “I’m not working tomorrow anyway.” Probably a good thing, considering he was feeling more and more awake. More and more aware of her in his arms. In every possible way. He couldn’t see a lot of sleeping happening, not with her curled against him like this. He shifted his hips away from her a little, closing his eyes and inwardly cursing his libido as he started to get hard. God, he didn’t need this. She’d made it clear in the last few days that what happened on New Year’s was a mistake. Probably caused by the unfamiliar drinking and smoking she’d been doing. The last thing she’d want would be a reminder that he found her attractive.
She noticed the way that he shifted, even if it was a slight shift, a slow and almost unnoticeable movement. She felt almost the same way that he did, assuming that he'd avoided her just as much because it was a mistake. Surely he didn't think it was anything less than. She, however, wasn't really traveling on the 'it was a mistake' route. Jaye was more worried because she avoided him for the simple fact that she wanted the mistake to happen again. She felt herself wanting to lean up and kiss him, to feel his mouth against hers again. She shivered a little at the thought, shaking her head to rid herself of it. "I've missed you," she admitted. "Haven't seen you much the last few days..."
The shiver made him frown, winding his arms more tightly around her, rubbing her arm to try and help her warm up. This was torture. He was being tortured for all the shitty things he’d done in his life. This was his punishment, had to be. His hand stilled as she spoke, Tommy swallowing thickly before he trusted himself to speak. “I’ve been right here,” he murmured. “You’ve been...busy.” He almost said ‘you’ve been avoiding me’, but that opened up a whole can of worms he wasn’t sure either of them wanted to talk about. Shifting his hips back a little further, he gave his cock a stern mental talking to. “You uh, you feeling any warmer?” He asked, hoping the answer was yes. “I should probably put some pants on or something, sorry.”
He'd have been right if he said she'd been avoiding him. She had. She didn't mean to. Okay, that was wrong, she had meant to. The reason, however, was because she was pretty sure that he wouldn't want to see her face anyway. "I'm sorry," she told him. "I just thought that after New Years that you wouldn't want to see me," she admitted, shrugging a little. "Warmer," she said with a little nod. "And you don't have to, I should probably go back to my room anyways, I didn't mean to interrupt your sleep. Just needed a warm up is all."
He reached up, brushing her hair back from her face. “And you’ll get cold going back upstairs anyway,” he pointed out. He sighed, feeling awkward and unsure and not knowing whether or not he should say anything. “I thought you didn’t want to see me,” he murmured eventually. “Figured once you sobered up, you didn’t want anything to do with me.” That had hurt most of all. Yes, the way he felt about her wasn’t right. It was a little perverse, and definitely illegal. But the thought of losing Jayne, after they’d only just found each other again, was too much to bear. Pulling back, he tried to work out if he could roll over, get out of bed, without her seeing how much being in bed with her was affecting him. Giving it up as a lost cause, he shifted, sitting up on the edge of the bed and trying to keep the covers bundled in his lap as he reached for a pair of loose trackpants to pull on.
"I did want to see you," she told him. "That was the whole problem. I wanted to do a lot more than see you and I just thought that it was silly. That I must be out of my mind and that it was going to push you away," she explained. "I don't want to lose you is all," she shrugged, pushing her hair back from her face and watching him as he reached out for the trackpants that he planned to pull on. "I figured I overstepped some boundaries or something. Weirded you out. I don't know. I'm confused." Which was a definite understatement to say the least.
Grabbing the trackpants, he pulled them on, the covers slipping away as he stood up and pulled them up, loosely tying the string at the waist before crawling back into bed. Praying that she hadn’t seen anything, still couldn’t, he settled on his side, facing her, one arm sliding underneath his pillow. “C’mere,” he murmured softly, stroking her arm. “I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he assured her. “No matter what. Just...have to deal with this, okay? Both of us.”
Jayne tried not to focus on how fucking spectacular his ass was. How toned and perfectly tanned. She focused on his eyes as he turned to face her again and told her to come closer. She nodded. "And what are we supposed to do?" she asked him, biting her bottom lip and trying her best not to press too closely to him, not to pull him tighter against herself. "I can't think about anything but that night," she admitted, flushing a little as her eyes cast downwards away from his.
Tommy’s breath caught as she bit at her lower lip, aching to do the same, to kiss her again, touch her. He pulled the blankets up over her shoulders, tucking it carefully in around her, to make sure she didn’t get cold again. He could feel her warmth, radiating between their bodies. He just wanted to curl up in it, feel her skin against his. “W-we don’t do anything,” he breathed, not sounding particularly convinced by the idea. Sliding his hand down, he rested it between her shoulderblades, his arm a warm weight against her side, her ribs. “We just go back to how things were before.”
She wasn't convinced by his words any more than he was. She didn't think she had the willpower to do nothing. Didn't think she could go back to how things were before. "How can we go back," she told him, her own fingertips sliding up his side, over his back and up his spine to mimic where his rested between her shoulderblades. "Kinda hard to go back from the point of no return." Whether she should go back wasn't the issue or the matter at hand. It was more whether or not it was possible to do so.
Tommy’s eyes slid closed as she touched him, her hand smoothing up his bare back, making goosebumps flare out over his skin in the wake of her touches. He looked visibly pained, warring with himself as he fought the urge to kiss her, to bring their bodies together. He shook his head gently, as if trying to clear it. “Who said it was the point of no return?” He breathed, dragging his eyes open to look at her, his thumb distractedly stroking her back, over and over again.
She could feel a tightness in her chest as she watched him, the way he looked as though he was struggling with himself. "Me," she said softly. "I don't know how to forget the way you taste," she admitted, her eyes slowly raking up the front of him, over his chin, his lips and up to his eyes. Biting her lower lip, her eyes flicked to his mouth and lingered there. "Being this close to you isn't helping," she murmured. "It's why I avoided seeing you. I... I probably shouldn't even be saying what I'm saying."
Drawing a ragged breath, Tommy looked at her, noticing the way her gaze was fixed on his lips. The way she bit her lip had him muffling a groan, shifting in a little closer as she spoke. “At this point, I don’t give a shit,” he breathed, closing that last little gap and kissing her hungrily. He slid his hand up her back, tangling into her hair, his other arm moving from under the pillow to slip between her neck and the bed, holding her closer. He brought his hips forward, the thin trackpants over his cock doing nothing to hide how hard he was, exactly what effect she’d had on him.
All Jayne could do was gasp against his mouth as his lips pressed against hers. She was starting to give less of a damn about how wrong it all was and found herself more concerned with how fucking good it felt. She could feel how hard he was and knowing that she was the reason for the way his body was responding made her feel a little powerful. It was a new feeling for her when for the most part she felt pretty powerless. Her fingers splayed out against his back, flexing a bit then letting her nails dig gently into his skin, scraping down his back to the waistline of his pants. Yeah, caution was being thrown to the wind. Drug and drink weren't fallback excuses this time but Jayne couldn't seem to make herself care.
Tommy moaned as her nails dragged down his back, hips jerking forward in response, arching against her. “Christ, Jaynie,” he breathed, breaking the kiss. He cupped her cheek, nudging his nose against hers, moving as if to kiss her again, pulling back each time. Smirking just a little, he leaned over her, rolling her onto her back and blanketing her. “This making you feel a little warmer?” He murmured, kissing her jaw, the curve of her throat.
He was teasing her and god she loved it. Then he rolled her over onto her back and she shuddered, legs sliding apart to make room for him between them. She nodded in response to his question. "Don't think warm covers it," she admitted, letting her head tip back, giving him more access to her throat, baring it for him. Her fingertips slipped up his back again, into his hair, tugging at the dark strands, curling into them for a better grip. She forgot about being cold, so hot now that she thought she might catch fire.
Tommy slid his hand down her neck, over her collarbone, curling his fingers into the neck of the oversized sweater she was wearing - one of his, God, like he needed to be turned on any more...he tugged it down, baring her shoulder, one side of her chest. He mouthed the curve of her breast, his hand sliding up from underneath, supporting her breast as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss, scraping his teeth gently against her skin. His mouth eased lower as he slid down her body, sucking on her nipple, his fingers massaging the underside of her breast, caressing soft skin.
She knew she should be telling him to stop but she couldn't, she didn't want to. Her whole body felt ablaze with the electricity that was rushing between them. Her legs clenched, as if to press together but succeeding in squeezing his hips as she rocked her body upwards against him. The hardness between his thighs pressing right against her most sensitive spot made her gasp which turned into a low moan as his mouth caught her nipple. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she jerked upwards against him, her chest pressing more firmly against his mouth. It felt as though her nipple was connected straight between her thighs, sending a fire flaming through her inside and out. "Tommy," she whimpered, eyes rolling back into her head as her eyelids fluttered closed.
Tommy tugged at the sweater, stretching out the neck as he pulled the other side down over her shoulders, down to her waist. it was bunched up there, sleeves scrunched under her body as he helped Jayne pull her hands free. He really didn’t care. Letting her take it off properly would mean losing contact with her body, lifting his head, and he had no intention of doing that.
He slid further down her body, shoving the sweater up from the bottom, leaving it tangled around her ribs as he kissed her stomach. Eyes on her face, he flattened his tongue against her skin, licking a path up from her bellybutton to between her breasts, his free hand tugging at her panties and pyjama pants, trying to pull them down. “Tell me to stop,” he begged her, as he had on New Year’s Eve. There was no possible way he’d have the willpower to do it on his own.
She didn't give a damn what happened to the sweater. She let Tommy moved her as he wanted, pushing the fabric down and then freeing her arms from the confines of the arms of the sweater. She couldn't believe this was happening, that he was touching her the way that he was. She should tell him to stop but she didn't want to. Jayne honestly couldn't stand the thought of him stopping, not when he started kissing her stomach and brushing his tongue upwards across her flesh.
His fingers caught in her pants, her panties and he tugged at them and she opened her eyes about the time that he begged her to tell him to stop. She didn't think she could. Didn't think she wanted to. "You think my willpower is any better than yours?" she questioned, biting her lower lip, body arching slightly on its own accord. "Feels too good," she whimpered, head falling back against the pillows as her body arched slightly, curving her back. "Don't stop."
Yeah the way she was arching, begging for more, really wasn’t helping. He slid both hands up, shoving at the sweater, wanting it off of her. He pushed it up her body, encouraging her to sit up, help a little. Of course, the fact he also stole a kiss while he was up there probably wouldn’t help her concentration any. “This is so, so fucked up,” he breathed, shaking his head a little. It didn’t stop him though, his hands smoothing over her perfect, pale skin. “God you’re so hot,” he murmured softly.
No, the kiss certainly didn't help her concentration. She sat up, lifted her arms and helped him get rid of the sweater. "Don't care if it's fucked up," she breathed. "If we're going to hell anyway, might as well have a good time on the trip there." The compliment about how attractive she was made her shiver a little and bite down on her lower lip, arching her hips a little in his direction. "Have you seen yourself?" she breathed. "You're fucking gorgeous."
Tommy tossed the sweater aside, kissing his way down her chest and stomach, to the waistband of her pyjamas. He tugged them down eagerly, stripping her naked. His own pants were already riding low, nearly slipping down over the curve of his ass. Sliding his hands under her thighs, he settled between them, his fingertips curving over her hips as he kissed a trail down from her bellybutton. He stroked her hips gently, looking up at her as he bowed his head. Eyes on her face, he licked a slow stripe between her folds, his tongue dancing over her entrance. He settled down a little, shifting to try and relieve the weight on his cock. His hand slid up onto Jayne’s stomach, holding her in place, his thumb stroking slow circles on her warm skin.
Jayne gasped the moment his tongue slid over her skin. She thought nothing that he could do would feel any better than the feelings rushing through her until he touched her in the most intimate of ways. Her fingers slid into his hair, clutching it in her fists, hips twitching up against his mouth. "Fuck," she whimpered, eyes closing briefly before she forced them open so she could look down at him, see those gorgeous eyes looking up at her. It was wrong. God, she knew it was wrong, but that didn't seem to matter. Perhaps that was part of the attraction, the taboo aspect, the danger, the fact that she'd thought he was so unattainable. "You're wicked," she whispered, fingers tightening a bit more in his hair.
Wicked was an excellent word for it. Tommy couldn’t help the thrill that ran through him at the way she reacted to him, that fluttering in his stomach at the illicit appeal of it all. She was his sister, his flesh and blood. Tommy had done a lot of pretty debauched things in his time, but this had to be the number one. He moaned as she clenched tight in his hair, his eyes on her face as he licked at her, sucked on her clit gently. His hand slid up her stomach to her ribcage, giving her something to arch up against, loving the way her spine bowed up off the bed with every flick of his tongue.
She felt like her bones were made entirely of rubber. She bent and contorted, pressing up against his hand, against his gorgeous mouth. Her muscles clenched, tightening and releasing repeatedly as he lapped at her. It was definitely number one on the list of things she should have never done but Jayne couldn't be bothered with being upset about it. Not even a little. It felt too good, too electric. "God, right there," she whimpered.
He trailed his fingers down over her stomach, meeting his mouth as he played with her clit, pinching it lightly between his fingers as he let his mouth trail a little lower, circling her entrance with his tongue. He closed his eyes for a long moment, focusing on the feel of her, the taste of her skin, her cunt. The soft whimper she let out was electric, making him press his mouth against her harder, licking at her as he played with her clit, teasing it between his fingers.
When she felt his tongue circle her entrance, she almost screamed, her voice a gasping sharp noise in the silence of the room. Her fingers splayed out in his hair, sliding down to the back of his neck, nails biting at his skin. "Fuck," she whispered, biting her lower lip and arching against him. "Keep it up and I'm not gonna be able to hold back for long," she warned him. She could feel that warmth welling up in her stomach, balling up tight and winding tighter waiting to burst. "It's been... too long."
Fuck, that was hot. That shocked gasp as he licked at her entrance, the way she gripped at his skin...Moaning huskily, he lifted his head a little, licking his lips. “You say that like you not holding back is a bad thing,” he breathed, still circling her clit with his finger, teasing gently. “C’mon, Jaynie. Just let go for me.” Bowing his head again, he eased his tongue inside of her, licking her open. He closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the reactions he was coaxing from her, the way she arched and moaned under him, exactly what drove her insane. He wanted this to be good. Hell, he wanted this to be the best she’d ever had.
She shuddered when he lifted his head, his breath warm against her flesh as he teased his fingertip around her clit. If he kept that up, she wouldn't be able to hold back even if she wanted to. She couldn't think, couldn't hardly speak and every little movement he made, every word he spoke just made her ache more. Then he leaned down again, slid his tongue inside of her and that was all that it took. Jayne bucked against him, screaming out his name, both of her hands going into his hair again, tugging the strands more roughly than she'd intended to. She shuddered violently, finding it almost impossible to keep her hips from twitching involuntarily against his mouth.
Tommy groaned, grinding his hips down against the bed, the sounds, smell, taste of her making him painfully hard. The tight clench of her hands in his hair had him shaking, groaning again, his tongue curling inside of her. He lapped at her slowly, easing her down, his hand flattening on her stomach, stroking her skin gently. Lifting his head at last, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, necklaces clacking together gently as he rose up, shifting his hands to either side of her head. He bent, arms stiff like a push-up, his hips rolling down against hers in a slow push as he fell into a slow, filthy kiss.
She was still trapped in a haze, head feeling fuzzy and almost as though it was detached entirely from the rest of her body. At least until he started to move, sliding his body upwards, resting his hands on either side of her head and bending to kiss her about the same time as his hips rolled towards hers. She gasped out at the feel of him against her when she was still so damn sensitive. The kiss was returned with just as much filth and ache as he was giving her, her arms winding around his body, holding him tight to her, fingers splaying against his back, nails teasingly pressing into his skin.
Grunting softly, Tommy arched his hips against her again, the thin trackpants giving absolutely no barrier to sensation. She was slick and wet, rubbing off against the pants. Nipping at her lower lip, Tommy reached across to the nightstand, yanking the drawer open and pulling out a condom. Breaking the kiss, he tore the packet open with his teeth, panting softly as he looked down at her. Cheeks flushed, hair spread out across the pillow....she was fucking beautiful. He shoved his pants down as he kissed her again, not even bothering to kick them off completely, just shoving them down to midthigh. He rolled the condom on, fucking her mouth with his tongue as he thrust against her, underside of his cock rubbing against her folds.
Jayne never once thought something could be as sexy as he made reaching for a condom and putting the thing on. He did though. The way he moved was like visual poetry, every little shift of his body a line of the most exquisite song. It was like watching a ballet or something and it was no wonder she was so fucking attracted to him when he moved like that, kissed her like that, jerked his pants down like they were the least important thing in the world. Her muscles tightened involuntarily as he rocked against her, hips arching off the bed as she gasped into his mouth, a moan being born of the sharp intake of air. "Please," she whispered against his mouth, catching his lower lip between her teeth and giving it a tug. "Fuck me. You know you wanna."
Tommy groaned softly, shifting his hips back a little, enough to push the tip of his cock against her cunt, teasing her. “Oh yeah,” he breathed. “How’m I gonna resist when you ask so nicely?” He arched his hips forward, sinking into her with a low groan, his entire body trembling. He’d been worked up for what felt like hours, driven insane by Jaynie. He’d been thinking, dreaming about this for weeks despite his best efforts. The reality was far better than he could have dreamed.
It felt like the world imploded the moment he pressed inside of her. The groan that escaped him vibrated through her body, rattled her bones and made goosebumps rise up over her skin. The muscles inside her tensed around him, squeezing tight as if to hold him inside of her which was exactly what she wanted at that moment. She too had been dreaming about this despite her efforts, dreaming about the way it would feel but reality was ten thousand times better than anything she could have dreamed up. Jayne rocked her hips up, sliding her legs up around his waist and hooking them at the ankle, rocking her hips once more. She needed to feel him, needed the ache to rush through her.
Tommy cursed as she tightened around him, hips twitching, jerking forward to sink deeper into her. “Fuck, Jaynie,” he breathed, sliding his hands under her shoulders, holding her close. He kissed her passionately, rocking his hips against hers again and again, still slow and soft for now. His head was spinning, pleasure rocketing through his body, making it hard to hold on even now. Christ, he wasn’t a teenager, hadn’t been for a while, but he still felt like he could go off any second.
"Love the way you say my name," she whimpered, gasping as he pressed inside her in just the right spot. Goddamn he was going to kill her. She tingled all over, from the tips of her toes to each strand of hair on her head. "You feel s'good," she breathed, lips sliding away from his, down his cheek to his neck, nipping and sucking at his flesh, nudging his chin up so she could nip at his throat. Teasingly she slid the tip of her tongue over his adam's apple, up to his chin and over his lower lip, catching it with her teeth and giving it a suck, eyes on his as she pushed up against him. Nothing had ever been so damn intense, at least nothing she'd ever experienced.
God this was so fucked up. Wrong, but it felt too fucking good to believe. Something that felt this right, this perfect, couldn’t possibly be bad. Moaning softly, he tilted his head, shivering as her tongue traced a line up his throat, kissing her with a soft growl. “You too,” he breathed, shoving into her a little harder, the headboard smacking against the wall. That was probably what made the stuff on his armoire rattle, next to the bed. Couldn’t be anything to do with his telekinesis acting up.
Jayne was too distracted by him fucking her into the mattress to give a fuck about the things rattling against his armoire. Her fingers splayed against his back and she smirked a little, lips parting as she groaned, the electricity of her inner magic lighting up her fingertips, tingling against his back. "God, yes," she gasped. "Harder. You won't break me," she urged him. "Make me scream, Tommy."
Tommy twitched at the sparks against his back, his skin tingling under her touches. He groaned, doing exactly what she asked. He slammed into her again and again, one hand smacking against the headboard, giving him a little extra leverage as he pounded her into the mattress. “That what you want?” He gasped, hair hanging in his eyes, breath coming a little roughly.
"Yes," she cried, her head falling back against the pillows, body arching up to meet his every thrust. "Just like that. Give me that cock." Jayne wasn't always so vocal. In fact she couldn't remember a time when she'd said such things, did such things, but it didn't matter. It just added to the intensity bubbling in her veins, heating her up from the inside out. Her legs fell away from his waist, bent at the knee, feet firmly planted against the mattress as her hands slid down his back and over the curve of his ass. The new angle made her shudder, her nails sinking into his flesh. "So close," she breathed. "Fuck... I'm gonna come."
Tommy’s hips stuttered for a second as he blinked down at Jayne, surprised at the way she was talking. Enjoying it a hell of a lot, but surprised nonetheless. He grunted softly as her nails dug into his ass, coaxing him faster, harder. Obliging, he mouthed at her throat, slamming into her again and again. He was aching to come, standing on the precipice. But not yet. Not until Jayne had come again.
He didn't have to wait long. Her nails sank deeper into his skin, her head fell back, her hair fanning out against the pillow and she screamed. It was a sharp and resounding noise that almost echoed off the walls. Her whole body tensed up, jerking repeatedly, twitching almost out of control as the climax washed through her. Her muscles clamped down on him, holding him inside of her almost, gripping him for all she was worth.
Tommy’s head jerked up at that scream, a bottle of cologne shooting off the dresser, smashing into the wall opposite as he looked down at her, eyes wide. Of course then she started clenching around his cock, writhing under him, and his eyes damn near rolled back in his skull at how good it felt. The scream had been a shock, Tommy convinced for a second that something was wrong, that she was in pain. But no, that was definitely not the actions of a person in pain. Gasping, Tommy gave in at last. Burying his face against her throat, he thrust raggedly, again and again, muscles jerking as he spilled into the condom. The rest of the clutter on his dresser rattled, half of it falling off as he cried out breathily, a pained-sounding gasp as his hips stilled at last. Shoulders heaving, panting hard, Tommy only just managed to keep his weight at least partially off of her.
She was slightly startled by the sound of the bottle breaking but not enough to give a damn. Not when he was rocking against her, breathing out that way, gasping as he spilled into the sheath between them. She couldn't do anything but shudder and gasp as she finally came down, her fingers sliding up his back, into his hair, holding tight to him with one arm as the other stroked the damp with sweat strands. "Fuck," she whispered softly, pressing her lips to his temple, tasting the salt in the beads of sweat that clung to his skin.
Tommy let out a slightly disbelieving chuckle, the slide of her fingers through his hair making him shudder, arch against her again, his cock twitching a little. Yeah, the hairpulling was hot. Stupidly so. But there was no way anything was gonna be happening for the next few minutes, at least. Shifting his weight onto one arm, Tommy grasped the base of the condom, reluctantly pulling out of her. He threw the condom vaguely towards the trash, collapsing heavily onto his stomach beside her, still panting softly.
Jayne didn't hold onto him when he moved to get rid of the condom. It was best that he didn't wait too long to toss it anyway. When he collapsed beside her, she rolled onto her side and watched him, the way his body shifted with each and every little breath. She didn't want things to be creepy and awkward between them now and in a way she thought they might be. Jayne was determined not to let things be strange. So what, they'd blurred the boundaries. It was said and done now and they couldn't really blame it too much on being wasted, at least she couldn't. She didn't say anything for now, mostly because she wasn't even sure what to say. Perhaps waiting for him to speak would be best.
Tommy slid his hands under his pillow, resting his head on one side and looking at her. After a moment he reached out, two fingers carefully lifting a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it carefully behind her ear. “Should get some sleep,” he murmured. “Unless you don’t have school tomorrow.” His fingers stroked down behind her ear, slowly along the curve of her jaw.
"No school," she told him. "I have work tomorrow night though," Jayne said. Plenty of time to sleep in between then and now. She smiled a little as his fingers slid over her skin. She moved a little, leaning in to steal a small kiss from his lips. "Promise you won't be too hungover to remember this in the morning?" she asked him softly, pulling the blankets up around them and curling in. "Avoiding you is too hard to do."
He curled his fingers round the nape of her neck, curls tumbling over the back of his hand as he pulled her in for a kiss. “Promise,” he breathed. “The walk home pretty much sobered me up.” He shifted onto his back, curling an arm around her shoulders, making sure the blankets were tucked tightly around her neck and shoulders to keep her warm. “You want your pyjamas back?” He breathed, hoping the answer was ‘no’. The feel of her skin against his was too good to give up.
Jayne shook her head a little. "No," she told him, sliding her fingertips up his chest, drawing little shapes against his skin. "I'm plenty warm now thanks to you," she murmured, her eyes catching his. She felt the same about how his skin felt and wasn't about to put more barriers between them if she could help it.
Tommy shivered just a little, sighing as she brushed her fingers across his chest. “You need warmed up again,” he breathed, “you just let me know.” Kissing her softly, he curled his body around hers, closing his eyes. Tired, a little drunk, and he’d just had amazing sex. Yeah, there was no way he was gonna manage to stay awake after that.
She couldn't help but smile at those words. "I'll be sure to let you know," she promised, nodding a little then curling into him and closing her own eyes. She could hardly keep her eyes open as it was and sleep sounded pretty damn good to her right about now. The world could wait until tomorrow.