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missjones (missjones) wrote in whoville,
@ 2009-04-04 20:38:00

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Martha curled up in the lobby, wrapped her arms around her knees, and leaned her head back against the wall. "I," she announced, "am going to become a nun. A lesbian nun."

It was the only answer.

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	missjones 2009-04-08 02:29 am UTC (link)
	Kissing was good. Kissing was definitely good, and kissing someone almost exactly the same height that she was was easier than she'd ever thought. Just a slight tilt of her head to open up to his kiss, just a step forward to bring her body against his. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-08 05:49 am UTC (link)
	Perfect. Jason slid one hand to the small of her back, pressing his body against hers. His fingers moved in slow circles, rubbing her shirt against her skin. The thumb of his other hand swept against the front of her trousers over her stomach. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-08 04:25 pm UTC (link)
	Martha gasped, soft and involuntary, at the stroke of his thumb, muscles tensing and gooseflesh prickling in its wake. God, so long, too long, since anyone had touched her with that kind of intent. She nipped at his lip, and stroked a hand down over his shoulder to his chest, palm pressed flat over his heart. Just one heart. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-08 04:29 pm UTC (link)
	He groaned at the nip, pushing her shirt up a bit so that he could slip his hand underneath. Not trying to get rid of it but wanting skin against skin. Even just that little bit. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-08 04:34 pm UTC (link)
	Skin was good. More skin touching skin was even better, and God, he was warm all over. She let her hand drag lower, over his ribs, and then her lips twitched as a thought crossed her mind. "Are you ticklish?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-08 04:42 pm UTC (link)
	He squirmed a little, snickering against her lips. "A little," he admitted. "Hopefully you won't use that against me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-08 04:45 pm UTC (link)
	She grinned, and traced one nail lightly across his stomach. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-08 04:46 pm UTC (link)
	His stomach flexed under her finger as Jason stifled a laugh, eyes shining with mirth. "You're making this very difficult," he noted. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-08 04:47 pm UTC (link)
	"Am I?" she teased. "Make it easier, then." She repeated the movement, just to feel him move like that again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

pomme_de_sang
2009-04-08 04:52 pm UTC (link)

And move he did, stomach flexing just before he snagged her hand. She wasn't asserting dominance on him. Probably didn't know how to even if she wanted to. So that made it easier to crowd her back against the door, still giving plenty of breathing room as he kissed her again. His hands pushed up under her shirt, exposing her stomach but no more. Not until he knew she was okay with even this.

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	missjones 2009-04-08 04:54 pm UTC (link)
	She wouldn't have had a clue how to assert dominance over him, and wouldn't have wanted to if she had. Instead, she just yipped, laughed, and let him push her back against the door, arching into the warmth of his hands. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-08 04:59 pm UTC (link)
	"You have the greatest skin," he murmured against her lips as he slid his hands over her stomach and sides, pushing the shirt up a little more. "Can't even describe it, just feels so smooth under my fingers." His fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts, not giving them much attention yet but definitely not shying away in the least. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-10 11:30 am UTC (link)
	Martha shivered, her fingers curving up over his shoulders and digging in as muscles tensed and relaxed under his hands. "Thanks," she whispered shakily, and tried for a smile. All thoughts of tickling forgotten, oh, God, it had been way too long. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-10 11:57 am UTC (link)
	He kept sliding his hands up, slowly, finally cupping her breasts from the sides, rubbing his thumbs over the tips. "Believe me, you are more than welcome." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-10 12:09 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, God," she whispered, eyes opened wide and looking directly into his, pupils blown dark by the sudden rush of sensation. Heavy, and warm, and God, so sensitive, and there was almost an inevitability to each movement, each touch, each reaction he called from her. So much confidence. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-10 12:17 pm UTC (link)
	He leaned in, kissing her again as he feathered his thumbs back and forth over her nipples. He shifted his legs apart, pressing one between her legs to press up against her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-10 12:19 pm UTC (link)
	Martha made a soft, startled noise, and pushed her shoulders back into the door, her breasts forward into that almost-teasing touch, and it wasn't enough, none of it was enough. No hurry, but God, she needed to touch him too, hands sweeping down his back to settle hesitantly over his bum, smooth, firm curves filling her hands. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-10 12:42 pm UTC (link)
	Jason grinned, nipping lightly at her bottom lip. He closed his fingers over her nipples, pinching gently at first. "That's good," he murmured, pressing back into her hands. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-10 12:51 pm UTC (link)
	"You're good," she echoed breathlessly, squirming against him at the faint ache of the pinches, blunt firmness of his fingers. Her hold settled, more certain, and she smoothed her thumbs slowly across his skin, tilting her head to mouth softly at his jaw. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-10 01:00 pm UTC (link)
	He groaned, tilting his head back and rocking against her hip. He was aroused. Not urgently so, but definitely hard against her. The pinches became a little harder, pulling at her nipples but trying to gauge by her reactions. Still, Jason couldn't help but laugh, just a little. "We're both good," he offered. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-10 01:04 pm UTC (link)
	She yelped softly, and shook her head slightly, one hand sliding around to his hip. "Not too hard?" she asked softly. And she was still wearing far too many clothes. And...oh, shit. "I...oh, God. I haven't got any condoms." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-10 01:14 pm UTC (link)
	"Sorry," he murmured, brushing his fingers over her nipples again in apology. Not too hard he could manage. It was just finding the right strength. Her worry made him smile again. "I used to be a Boy Scout," he noted. "There are some in my bedside table." Along with lubricant. He did say Boy Scout. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-10 01:15 pm UTC (link)
	Martha shivered at the gentler touch, more sensitive after the pulling and pinching. "You had sex in the scouts?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pomme_de_sang 2009-04-10 01:17 pm UTC (link)
	"Motto is 'Be prepared'," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her throat. "So no, no sex in the scouts. Not that we didn't all think about it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	missjones 2009-04-10 03:41 pm UTC (link)
	"Just prepared for it?" she teased breathily, and finally managed to get her hands off him to unbutton her shirt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)