Post by do on Aug 18, 2009 10:47:47 GMT -5
Sloane McRae's house
Utopia Planetia Quarter
Stardate: 08.12.69
Jake woke up and had no idea where he was.
That in itself was disorientating enough but usually under such circumstances, Jake's next course of action would be to quietly sneak out from beneath the covers, hopefully without waking whomever was in the bed with him and drop a couple of credits on the night stand (if she was a working girl) and make good his escape. Of course, in this instance, that was not possible. Then he remembered this wasn't just another one of his usual hook ups , that last night he had what could only be considered fucking amazing sex with one Sloane McRae. In fact, it was almost daylight when they did fall asleep. The rest of the evening after they had come back from dinner was one session after another and who would have thought the woman was so energetic, for that matter, double jointed.
The memory of what they got up to brought a little satisfied smile on his face and compelled him to stay where he was, beneath the covers with her.
Closing her eyes again, Sloane didn't know but she was mirroring the smile on her lover's face.
She had sensed him waking up with a start and had decided to wait and see what he would do. The night had been... well, amazing, but come morning, a lot of things tended to change and she still remembered - despite Mercer doing his damn best last night to convince her otherwise - the kind of one-night stand sex he usually went for. She had waited to see if he stole away, if, in the harsh light of morning, Sloane was just one more notch on his belt. But he didn't leave. No, in fact he barely moved.
"You awake?" she asked softly, not moving herself. He was spooning her from behind and in the warmth of his embrace, it would take another war to make her pull away.
With the barest hint of a smile, his face partially pressed up against the back of her head, Jake revelled in the scent that began all this in the first place, arms around her waist, holding her the way he had in that decon chamber on the NX-01 - devoid of the grief this time. He breathed her, savouring her with his eyes closed when she asked the question.
"Yeah," he answered, voice low, not a whisper but not loud either.
"Not tired anymore?" Judging by the light filtering through, it wasn't that late. Given at what time they had finally given in to sleep, she wondered what had woken him. Hunger maybe...
It had taken Sloane months to be able to sleep properly in her bed alone once she and Derick had gone their separate ways. She'd been okay on the NX but down here, in this room, this bed had held way too many memories, too many crushed hopes. But she had managed, over time. So now, after the initial exhaustion wore off with a couple of hours' sleep, Sloane had woken up, not used to sharing her bed anymore. But it had been a pleasant surprise to wake up to, Jake Mercer wrapped up around her. She'd taken the time to listen to his breathing, the rhythm of his heart, to enjoy all that skin against her. She'd also had time to ponder on what the hell had happened the night before... that too, had been a pleasant surprise.
When she asked the question, he wondered if she meant she wanted to go again. Usually when he was asked that question, it meant he had an hour of credit left but immediately reminded himself, Sloane was not a working girl, as hot as she was in the sack. No, she just asked the question like a normal person asks the question after you've slept with someone. It was one of those statements, like good morning, do I have bed hair, did you get the wet spot. Ludicrous thoughts smashed each other like atoms in his head, as he tried like fuck to remember when was the last time he had a relationship long enough for this to be an issue. The answer - never. So he was going through this blind. Fuck.
"Tired," he replied. "Just not asleep." He opted for the safe answer.
Frowning, Sloane shifted and turned around to face him. "Something wrong?" Straight to the point is what he said he wanted, right? Right. She found his tired face and sleepy eyes and she caressed his cheek, trying to chase that... what? Worried expression? Her thumb carried on feeling the stubble along his jaw. Was he nervous, anxious? "Jake, talk to me..."
Shit, he was making her nervous. "It's fine," he shrugged it off. "Just new territory." He tried to explain that the last relationship he had was...oh, twelve years ago and even then, he hardly spent any time with Charlene, not even enough to call her his fiance though he knew that was what she desperately wanted to be. "I haven't been doing this long enough to know what you do the next morning..."
"Oh." Sloane's mouth stretched into a lazy smile. "Well, unless there's work - and in this case there isn't," she started saying before kissing his mouth lightly, "you sleep your fill and start stirring once you're too hungry." She studied his face. "You hungry?" And no, her mind wasn't in the gutter. Some parts of her were still bloody tender, thank you very much.
A brow arched. Hungry. "Food, right?" he asked tentatively. "Cos if it's the other thing, I need coffee before we go again." A bare hint of a smile tugged at his lips, seeing which would be her answer. Please god let it be food, he was too fucking wasted right now to perform at peak levels.
She could almost see dread in those blue eyes. Was it how men felt when faced with lusty nymphomaniacs like Brandi and whatever the other twin's name was? Well, Sloane wasn't a nympho. Not much anyway. She started to grin.
"Oh, my god. It would be so easy to tease you," Sloane let out, taking pity on the man. "I meant food. I think I'm all sexed out for the month," she couldn't help throwing in anyway.
"The whole month?" Jake said seriously. "I just meant this afternoon. If you're done for the whole month, we're going to have a problem," he returned, teasing her himself. Tit for... screw that. Sharks didn't use terms like tit for tat unless the tit was in someone's mouth.
"Really? Maybe we should discuss your... requirements right now," Sloane carried on in the same vein, moving against him, sliding a leg between his.
"Maybe you should." Jake was willing to play, hands on her hips, he rolled her on top of him in one swift movement. He liked the weight of her on top of him, the press of her flesh beneath, the way splaying out his fingers when his hands were on her hips, allowed his thumbs to touch across the small of her back. A perfect fit no matter what the angle.
"Maybe *I* should what?" She arched an eyebrow as she settled against him, her legs straddling his. No, god, she didn't think she could do this again right away. "I said *we*. How often would be enough? On which days? Or are we talking seven days a week? Does shower sex count?" Her hands on his chest, she smirked as she rested her chin on them.
He smiled at her, liking the way the flecks in her eyes seemed to dance like grains of sand beneath the ocean. "Let's just say I'd leave your calendar open when I get back and get ready to order a lot of take out."
"Afraid I can't cook or is it because you're planning on keeping me too busy?" Sloane asked, amused. "You know..." She sobered up suddenly. "With your schedule and mine..." Shit, would they ever see each other?
"You think too much," he said, brushing a thumb against her cheek. "No sense worrying about it until there's something to worry about," he said dismissively and could see the gears working in her head, the kind of crap women seemed to think was so important to hash out now, instead of seeing where things took you. "And I don't care if you can cook or not, as long as it doesn't cut in on the time that I'm tasting every inch of you." He winked.
She thought too much. That much was true but... "You're the one who brought up my calendar!" She said with mock hurt as she dug her fingers in his ribs, tickling him. "And so you know, I don't care enough about cooking to let it cut in on anything concerning your mouth on me."
"Thank, Christ," he grinned. "I thought I was fucking Betty Crocker for a minute." His hands slid up and down that perfectly toned back, remembering how good it had felt to touch her in decon. "Just know when I come back, I'm gonna come get you and drag you back to the cave."
Fucking. Yep. That's what they'd done, Sloane reminded herself. She didn't know why but hearing him sum it up like that was... jarring. And it wasn't even because he'd had the balls to compare her to bloody Betty Crocker. Then again, he was teasing her. Maybe that was all it was. That or how soldiers talked. Hell, how else could he call it? It was way too soon for anything else.
"What is it with MACOs and cavemen analogies?" She rolled her eyes, still hearing Rickman going on about Grok. Shit, she so did not want his ghost back in the room while Mercer was there.
There was something in the way she said that, a slight tremor if you will, that made Jake wonder for an instant what had caused it. "We're all throwbacks to Neanderthals. We're an offshoot that just keeps coming back."
"Stop reminding me." She ruffled his hair, liking the way it went every which way. "So, you hungry then?"
"You gonna cook, Wilma?" Jake ran his hand along her back and then added, "You're going to spoil me. First great sex and now food. I may never leave."
Chuckling, she pulled back to sit up. "And I was just going to warn you not to get used to it!"
"Too late," he smirked, fingers running lazy lines along her thighs on either side of him. "You need any help?"
It would have been so easy to stay there, enjoying his hands on her. "You can do the coffee," she said, leaning in for a kiss before she pushed off of him. "No rush though. I'll grab a shower first," she added, inviting him to relax if he wanted.
He would have joined her for the shower but as she didn't ask, he didn't want to intrude. They were both figuring out boundaries here, Jake had no desire to intrude on hers right away. "Sure. I'll stay here and have sexy daydreams about women soaping themselves." Not like he hadn't done that already in decon.
"About women?" Sloane paused in the doorjamb. "I'm so easily set aside..." she joked. "And here I was about to ask you if you felt like joining me. I'll leave you to your 'women'..." She padded out of the room.
Jake lifted his head up in interest, watching that sweet ass sauntering after her and considered. "Fuck that," he said to himself and got out of bed, following her.
Leaning into the shower, Sloane turned the tap on and tested the water. Turning around to go grab a towel, she did a double-take finding Jake standing there.
"Miss me," he smiled and took a step closer, a mouth enveloping hers. God she tasted good. Maybe it was time to go another round already.
Sloane closed her eyes and let him take her breath away. Again. Her arms snaked around his waist before she pulled back to look at him. "Already bored of those daydreams?" she teased.
"Daydreams don't hold a candle to the real thing," he said huskily, through the sound of spraying water. "This," he slapped her gently on the rump, "is definitely real."
"Come here." Sloane pulled him to her as she stepped into the shower. She brought his body flushed to hers and grabbed the back of his head to steer him into a deep kiss. Feeling him stirring down there against her hip, she smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Thought you needed coffee first?"
"You're better than caffeine," Jake remarked, a slight smile on his face as he drew closer towards her, needing to feel her skin.
And he was like some fucking aphrodisiac... She stepped under the spray, letting the water smooth her hair back. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she decided that watching all that water cascading down Mercer's chest would be worth paying for. God, this was so different from the last shower they'd shared...
Water spraying over both of them, Jake couldn't help thinking back to the shower in the decon chamber as he moved in to claim her mouth. "At least it's warm." He winked, reminding her of the awkwardness of that occasion. Now it seemed somewhat silly.
She chuckled and pinched his ass. "And we're sharing..." She kissed him, sliding her tongue in for a taste. Then her mouth moved to his chin and along his jaw line, nipping, kissing, licking. His neck was next, to behind his ear and down to the hollow of his throat. She nuzzled and sucked while her hands caressed his sides, teased his hips and the dimples in his lower back. He was intoxicating.
Allowing her to take charge for a bit, Jake ran his hands down her back, sliding large hands under her fine, fine ass and pulling her up against him, so they were grinding each other in slick, wet motion. Fuck, she felt so good, he thought and was already looking into the mechanics of how they could engage in more heated play without someone slipping over and cracking their head on tile and glass.
A moan escaped her, a lance of arousal twisting in her belly, pooling between her legs. Shit, she wasn't sure if she could go again but he sure made it hard for her to remember why not. She bit his pec before latching on a nipple... her hand slid between them, cupping his length, her thumb running over the head, testing.
Jake hissed at the sensation of teeth and felt a surge of lust overtake him with that one action before going into overdrive when her fingers began thumbing the tip of him, making him go from zero to hard in no time at all. He spun her around gently, taking her hands and bracing them on the shower wall. Leaning up close, his erection pressing against the small of her back, Jake ran his hands over her breasts, kneading and caressing the flesh, thumbing the tightened nipples beneath his palms.
Christ, you feel good, he whispered in her ear.
"You too..." She accepted his manhandling and pushed back into him, her hips dancing against his. The feel of his cock, instantly hard, made her so thoroughly wet she would have blushed if she was facing him. As it was, her heart thumped in her chest, echoed in her ears louder than the shower. Shit, she liked him pressed against her, his skin, his ways. She could fucking get used to this.
Sliding one hand down her belly, Jake's fingers disappeared past moist curls, probing gently the soft warm passage, preparing the way as the other continue to roll a taut nipple between thumb and forefinger. All the while, he was pressed against her, covering her neck in thick, viscous kisses of lust.
Shit. She jerked into his hand, the combined touch driving her mad with need. "You're gonna kill me..." she panted, not sure if she meant the wait, the anticipation or just the thought of having him take her again.
"Can't think of a better way to go," he said huskily in her ear, fingers growing more insistent, until he could tell the difference between the slick of water and the moist damp of her insides. He continued his assault, his cock resting comfortably against her ass, like a race horse, nudging at the gate, waiting to run.
His mouth on her neck made her shiver despite the hot water and, as she started moving her hips, seeking his fingers on her clit, she was biting on her bottom lip not to moan and gasp like some wanton thing totally at his mercy. She wanted his fingers inside her, his cock too, wanted him to slide in and open her wide. "Fuck." It came out as a whimper, her head banging on the tile.
Obliging her subtle request, Jake fingers found the tiny pearl that required attention so badly, plucking at it with the same delicate touch that he had seen her pluck the strings of her guitar, only he was playing a different kind of music. He alternated the rhythm between strum and pluck, feeling her body tense like the taut strings of an exquisite instrument.
A groan, Sloane tried to escape his too damned expert hand, not wanting to get there yet, not without him buried inside of her. She raised on her tipy toes, her back arching into him, trying to shift his erection between her legs. God, he was driving her insane.
The pressure against his cock was almost too much and when she pushed into him, he knew that the foreplay had gone on for long enough, sliding his hands down to her hips, he bent his knees slightly and guided himself in, with one smooth stroke, not stopping until he was buried to the balls inside her. "Aw...fuck." He groaned as he hit the end, unable to go any further and took a moment to simply savour the sensation of being completely sheathed in all that tight, damp, heat.
Godjesusfuckingmaryandjoseph. Sloane hissed, her arms shaking as she tried to remain braced on the wall. It hurt, she was so damn sore but fuck the Expanse if she was gonna ask him to stop. Her eyes clamped shut, she tried breathing again, rotating her hips as she did so.
Mindful of the fact that they had been fucking almost non stop for the last twelve hours, Jake opted against ploughing in although, God, he fucking wanted to. Instead, he clamped both hands over her breasts and pistoned in and out at a slow deliberate pace, moving sensuously, feeling every inch of territory as he claimed her over and over again. "Jesus, you're going to fucking kill me," he grunted.
Managing a smile, Sloane panted, "I thought... there was... aw... was no better... aw... way to... go..." He was making her feel so damn glorious. She tilted her pelvis back, groaned when he slid home, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring again. "You feel... shit, you feel ama... aw!" Fuck.
"Yeah," he closed his eyes, words escaping him in stilted offerings, "what...you...said..." He gritted his teeth when words wouldn't come any more, when he felt her clench around him, forcing to penetrate a solid fist of flesh that nearly drove the sense from his mind. He was usually restraint but that final crushing pressure over his cock, broke the control in him to a thousand fragment. "Oh Christ yeah, oh fuck...oh fuck, Sloane..."
Shit, she was coming. "Jay-..." Her legs giving out from under her, all Sloane was focused on was his cock impaling her, relentlessly pumping in and out, tight, thick, hard, fast, faster, making her gasp and clamp down as her internal walls pulsed and clenched, grasped and tried to keep him in.
Head thrown back, driven by nothing but instincts and raw hungry desire, Jake continued to drive himself into her, gripped by an orgasm so hard that he almost saw fucking stars in front of his eyes. It was probably water but at that stage, who the fuck cared what it was. All he knew was he was coming, coming inside of her and damn near senseless from the release. He didn't know it could be so good, didn't know that when you cared, when the woman reached inside of you and yanked out your heart every time she smiled, it could be this goddamn good.
She rode on his release, her own orgasm refusing to fade right away, as he thoroughly fucked her. "Jesus..." Was it going to be a fucking religious experience every damn time? Sloane's hands started to slip and she slowly collapsed against the wall of the shower, her cheek pressing against the cool tile. Come to think of it, the wall wasn't the only cold thing. They'd run out of hot water. "We're going to catch a cold..." she almost whined, not sure she would be able to move just yet. She still felt him inside, little jerky movements when she clenched on him. With a limp movement, she closed the tap.
Jake found himself bracing against the walls, breathing hard as his heart stopped pounding and coherence returned to his world. "Who can feel anything below the waist?" he managed to say, leaning forward to kiss her gently on the spine, a tender kiss to seal the end of yet another mind-blowing experience. If it was going to be like this all the time, he was never getting back on a ship to leave her.
Now shivering a little, Sloane shifted and turned around on shaky legs to face him, keeping her body close to his. She kissed his mouth, fingers running through his hair. "I think I'm gonna have to sit on some ice..."
Leaning against her, he breathed into her ear, "That's what all the girls say when I'm done with them." His lips quirked into a smile, holding her.
Tensing, Sloane pulled her head back. "Smug bastard," she whispered back, her hand grabbing his balls for a squeeze.
He winked and kissed her on the nose lightly. "So, am I ever going to get this breakfast or what?" he joked.
"You're the one who sidetracked me..." She smiled at him sweetly as she walked around him to get out of the shower. She grabbed two towels off a shelf and threw one at him.
He laughed, a dry, rare bit of glee he rarely showed anyone. "I'll get the coffee."
Sloane was drying herself, especially gingerly between her legs, when she suddenly look up at him. It was nice to hear him laugh. "Thanks." For the coffee, for letting her see a bit more of him.
Padding himself down, he wrapped a towel around his waist and came up to her. "So is this technically still our first date or into the second?"
Straightening up, her arms snaked around him to smooth down his back. "Oh, I don't know... depends if you want sex on our second date" she quipped.
"I think the boats kind of sailed on that one," Jake smirked.
She almost sighed in relief. "Good, because I don't think I could again..." At least not today. She grinned and kissed his jaw before pulling back. She wrapped her hair in the towel and padded out of the bathroom to go put on an old t-shirt and a pair of undies. Next stop was the kitchen, getting eggs and bacon out to start on a fry-up. Sloane could still taste him on her lips, smell him on her skin and she smiled.
Jake watched her leave the bathroom, lingering behind a moment as he considered her words and thought to himself, he could get use to this.
And he didn't just mean the sex.
Utopia Planetia Quarter
Stardate: 08.12.69
Jake woke up and had no idea where he was.
That in itself was disorientating enough but usually under such circumstances, Jake's next course of action would be to quietly sneak out from beneath the covers, hopefully without waking whomever was in the bed with him and drop a couple of credits on the night stand (if she was a working girl) and make good his escape. Of course, in this instance, that was not possible. Then he remembered this wasn't just another one of his usual hook ups , that last night he had what could only be considered fucking amazing sex with one Sloane McRae. In fact, it was almost daylight when they did fall asleep. The rest of the evening after they had come back from dinner was one session after another and who would have thought the woman was so energetic, for that matter, double jointed.
The memory of what they got up to brought a little satisfied smile on his face and compelled him to stay where he was, beneath the covers with her.
Closing her eyes again, Sloane didn't know but she was mirroring the smile on her lover's face.
She had sensed him waking up with a start and had decided to wait and see what he would do. The night had been... well, amazing, but come morning, a lot of things tended to change and she still remembered - despite Mercer doing his damn best last night to convince her otherwise - the kind of one-night stand sex he usually went for. She had waited to see if he stole away, if, in the harsh light of morning, Sloane was just one more notch on his belt. But he didn't leave. No, in fact he barely moved.
"You awake?" she asked softly, not moving herself. He was spooning her from behind and in the warmth of his embrace, it would take another war to make her pull away.
With the barest hint of a smile, his face partially pressed up against the back of her head, Jake revelled in the scent that began all this in the first place, arms around her waist, holding her the way he had in that decon chamber on the NX-01 - devoid of the grief this time. He breathed her, savouring her with his eyes closed when she asked the question.
"Yeah," he answered, voice low, not a whisper but not loud either.
"Not tired anymore?" Judging by the light filtering through, it wasn't that late. Given at what time they had finally given in to sleep, she wondered what had woken him. Hunger maybe...
It had taken Sloane months to be able to sleep properly in her bed alone once she and Derick had gone their separate ways. She'd been okay on the NX but down here, in this room, this bed had held way too many memories, too many crushed hopes. But she had managed, over time. So now, after the initial exhaustion wore off with a couple of hours' sleep, Sloane had woken up, not used to sharing her bed anymore. But it had been a pleasant surprise to wake up to, Jake Mercer wrapped up around her. She'd taken the time to listen to his breathing, the rhythm of his heart, to enjoy all that skin against her. She'd also had time to ponder on what the hell had happened the night before... that too, had been a pleasant surprise.
When she asked the question, he wondered if she meant she wanted to go again. Usually when he was asked that question, it meant he had an hour of credit left but immediately reminded himself, Sloane was not a working girl, as hot as she was in the sack. No, she just asked the question like a normal person asks the question after you've slept with someone. It was one of those statements, like good morning, do I have bed hair, did you get the wet spot. Ludicrous thoughts smashed each other like atoms in his head, as he tried like fuck to remember when was the last time he had a relationship long enough for this to be an issue. The answer - never. So he was going through this blind. Fuck.
"Tired," he replied. "Just not asleep." He opted for the safe answer.
Frowning, Sloane shifted and turned around to face him. "Something wrong?" Straight to the point is what he said he wanted, right? Right. She found his tired face and sleepy eyes and she caressed his cheek, trying to chase that... what? Worried expression? Her thumb carried on feeling the stubble along his jaw. Was he nervous, anxious? "Jake, talk to me..."
Shit, he was making her nervous. "It's fine," he shrugged it off. "Just new territory." He tried to explain that the last relationship he had was...oh, twelve years ago and even then, he hardly spent any time with Charlene, not even enough to call her his fiance though he knew that was what she desperately wanted to be. "I haven't been doing this long enough to know what you do the next morning..."
"Oh." Sloane's mouth stretched into a lazy smile. "Well, unless there's work - and in this case there isn't," she started saying before kissing his mouth lightly, "you sleep your fill and start stirring once you're too hungry." She studied his face. "You hungry?" And no, her mind wasn't in the gutter. Some parts of her were still bloody tender, thank you very much.
A brow arched. Hungry. "Food, right?" he asked tentatively. "Cos if it's the other thing, I need coffee before we go again." A bare hint of a smile tugged at his lips, seeing which would be her answer. Please god let it be food, he was too fucking wasted right now to perform at peak levels.
She could almost see dread in those blue eyes. Was it how men felt when faced with lusty nymphomaniacs like Brandi and whatever the other twin's name was? Well, Sloane wasn't a nympho. Not much anyway. She started to grin.
"Oh, my god. It would be so easy to tease you," Sloane let out, taking pity on the man. "I meant food. I think I'm all sexed out for the month," she couldn't help throwing in anyway.
"The whole month?" Jake said seriously. "I just meant this afternoon. If you're done for the whole month, we're going to have a problem," he returned, teasing her himself. Tit for... screw that. Sharks didn't use terms like tit for tat unless the tit was in someone's mouth.
"Really? Maybe we should discuss your... requirements right now," Sloane carried on in the same vein, moving against him, sliding a leg between his.
"Maybe you should." Jake was willing to play, hands on her hips, he rolled her on top of him in one swift movement. He liked the weight of her on top of him, the press of her flesh beneath, the way splaying out his fingers when his hands were on her hips, allowed his thumbs to touch across the small of her back. A perfect fit no matter what the angle.
"Maybe *I* should what?" She arched an eyebrow as she settled against him, her legs straddling his. No, god, she didn't think she could do this again right away. "I said *we*. How often would be enough? On which days? Or are we talking seven days a week? Does shower sex count?" Her hands on his chest, she smirked as she rested her chin on them.
He smiled at her, liking the way the flecks in her eyes seemed to dance like grains of sand beneath the ocean. "Let's just say I'd leave your calendar open when I get back and get ready to order a lot of take out."
"Afraid I can't cook or is it because you're planning on keeping me too busy?" Sloane asked, amused. "You know..." She sobered up suddenly. "With your schedule and mine..." Shit, would they ever see each other?
"You think too much," he said, brushing a thumb against her cheek. "No sense worrying about it until there's something to worry about," he said dismissively and could see the gears working in her head, the kind of crap women seemed to think was so important to hash out now, instead of seeing where things took you. "And I don't care if you can cook or not, as long as it doesn't cut in on the time that I'm tasting every inch of you." He winked.
She thought too much. That much was true but... "You're the one who brought up my calendar!" She said with mock hurt as she dug her fingers in his ribs, tickling him. "And so you know, I don't care enough about cooking to let it cut in on anything concerning your mouth on me."
"Thank, Christ," he grinned. "I thought I was fucking Betty Crocker for a minute." His hands slid up and down that perfectly toned back, remembering how good it had felt to touch her in decon. "Just know when I come back, I'm gonna come get you and drag you back to the cave."
Fucking. Yep. That's what they'd done, Sloane reminded herself. She didn't know why but hearing him sum it up like that was... jarring. And it wasn't even because he'd had the balls to compare her to bloody Betty Crocker. Then again, he was teasing her. Maybe that was all it was. That or how soldiers talked. Hell, how else could he call it? It was way too soon for anything else.
"What is it with MACOs and cavemen analogies?" She rolled her eyes, still hearing Rickman going on about Grok. Shit, she so did not want his ghost back in the room while Mercer was there.
There was something in the way she said that, a slight tremor if you will, that made Jake wonder for an instant what had caused it. "We're all throwbacks to Neanderthals. We're an offshoot that just keeps coming back."
"Stop reminding me." She ruffled his hair, liking the way it went every which way. "So, you hungry then?"
"You gonna cook, Wilma?" Jake ran his hand along her back and then added, "You're going to spoil me. First great sex and now food. I may never leave."
Chuckling, she pulled back to sit up. "And I was just going to warn you not to get used to it!"
"Too late," he smirked, fingers running lazy lines along her thighs on either side of him. "You need any help?"
It would have been so easy to stay there, enjoying his hands on her. "You can do the coffee," she said, leaning in for a kiss before she pushed off of him. "No rush though. I'll grab a shower first," she added, inviting him to relax if he wanted.
He would have joined her for the shower but as she didn't ask, he didn't want to intrude. They were both figuring out boundaries here, Jake had no desire to intrude on hers right away. "Sure. I'll stay here and have sexy daydreams about women soaping themselves." Not like he hadn't done that already in decon.
"About women?" Sloane paused in the doorjamb. "I'm so easily set aside..." she joked. "And here I was about to ask you if you felt like joining me. I'll leave you to your 'women'..." She padded out of the room.
Jake lifted his head up in interest, watching that sweet ass sauntering after her and considered. "Fuck that," he said to himself and got out of bed, following her.
Leaning into the shower, Sloane turned the tap on and tested the water. Turning around to go grab a towel, she did a double-take finding Jake standing there.
"Miss me," he smiled and took a step closer, a mouth enveloping hers. God she tasted good. Maybe it was time to go another round already.
Sloane closed her eyes and let him take her breath away. Again. Her arms snaked around his waist before she pulled back to look at him. "Already bored of those daydreams?" she teased.
"Daydreams don't hold a candle to the real thing," he said huskily, through the sound of spraying water. "This," he slapped her gently on the rump, "is definitely real."
"Come here." Sloane pulled him to her as she stepped into the shower. She brought his body flushed to hers and grabbed the back of his head to steer him into a deep kiss. Feeling him stirring down there against her hip, she smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Thought you needed coffee first?"
"You're better than caffeine," Jake remarked, a slight smile on his face as he drew closer towards her, needing to feel her skin.
And he was like some fucking aphrodisiac... She stepped under the spray, letting the water smooth her hair back. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she decided that watching all that water cascading down Mercer's chest would be worth paying for. God, this was so different from the last shower they'd shared...
Water spraying over both of them, Jake couldn't help thinking back to the shower in the decon chamber as he moved in to claim her mouth. "At least it's warm." He winked, reminding her of the awkwardness of that occasion. Now it seemed somewhat silly.
She chuckled and pinched his ass. "And we're sharing..." She kissed him, sliding her tongue in for a taste. Then her mouth moved to his chin and along his jaw line, nipping, kissing, licking. His neck was next, to behind his ear and down to the hollow of his throat. She nuzzled and sucked while her hands caressed his sides, teased his hips and the dimples in his lower back. He was intoxicating.
Allowing her to take charge for a bit, Jake ran his hands down her back, sliding large hands under her fine, fine ass and pulling her up against him, so they were grinding each other in slick, wet motion. Fuck, she felt so good, he thought and was already looking into the mechanics of how they could engage in more heated play without someone slipping over and cracking their head on tile and glass.
A moan escaped her, a lance of arousal twisting in her belly, pooling between her legs. Shit, she wasn't sure if she could go again but he sure made it hard for her to remember why not. She bit his pec before latching on a nipple... her hand slid between them, cupping his length, her thumb running over the head, testing.
Jake hissed at the sensation of teeth and felt a surge of lust overtake him with that one action before going into overdrive when her fingers began thumbing the tip of him, making him go from zero to hard in no time at all. He spun her around gently, taking her hands and bracing them on the shower wall. Leaning up close, his erection pressing against the small of her back, Jake ran his hands over her breasts, kneading and caressing the flesh, thumbing the tightened nipples beneath his palms.
Christ, you feel good, he whispered in her ear.
"You too..." She accepted his manhandling and pushed back into him, her hips dancing against his. The feel of his cock, instantly hard, made her so thoroughly wet she would have blushed if she was facing him. As it was, her heart thumped in her chest, echoed in her ears louder than the shower. Shit, she liked him pressed against her, his skin, his ways. She could fucking get used to this.
Sliding one hand down her belly, Jake's fingers disappeared past moist curls, probing gently the soft warm passage, preparing the way as the other continue to roll a taut nipple between thumb and forefinger. All the while, he was pressed against her, covering her neck in thick, viscous kisses of lust.
Shit. She jerked into his hand, the combined touch driving her mad with need. "You're gonna kill me..." she panted, not sure if she meant the wait, the anticipation or just the thought of having him take her again.
"Can't think of a better way to go," he said huskily in her ear, fingers growing more insistent, until he could tell the difference between the slick of water and the moist damp of her insides. He continued his assault, his cock resting comfortably against her ass, like a race horse, nudging at the gate, waiting to run.
His mouth on her neck made her shiver despite the hot water and, as she started moving her hips, seeking his fingers on her clit, she was biting on her bottom lip not to moan and gasp like some wanton thing totally at his mercy. She wanted his fingers inside her, his cock too, wanted him to slide in and open her wide. "Fuck." It came out as a whimper, her head banging on the tile.
Obliging her subtle request, Jake fingers found the tiny pearl that required attention so badly, plucking at it with the same delicate touch that he had seen her pluck the strings of her guitar, only he was playing a different kind of music. He alternated the rhythm between strum and pluck, feeling her body tense like the taut strings of an exquisite instrument.
A groan, Sloane tried to escape his too damned expert hand, not wanting to get there yet, not without him buried inside of her. She raised on her tipy toes, her back arching into him, trying to shift his erection between her legs. God, he was driving her insane.
The pressure against his cock was almost too much and when she pushed into him, he knew that the foreplay had gone on for long enough, sliding his hands down to her hips, he bent his knees slightly and guided himself in, with one smooth stroke, not stopping until he was buried to the balls inside her. "Aw...fuck." He groaned as he hit the end, unable to go any further and took a moment to simply savour the sensation of being completely sheathed in all that tight, damp, heat.
Godjesusfuckingmaryandjoseph. Sloane hissed, her arms shaking as she tried to remain braced on the wall. It hurt, she was so damn sore but fuck the Expanse if she was gonna ask him to stop. Her eyes clamped shut, she tried breathing again, rotating her hips as she did so.
Mindful of the fact that they had been fucking almost non stop for the last twelve hours, Jake opted against ploughing in although, God, he fucking wanted to. Instead, he clamped both hands over her breasts and pistoned in and out at a slow deliberate pace, moving sensuously, feeling every inch of territory as he claimed her over and over again. "Jesus, you're going to fucking kill me," he grunted.
Managing a smile, Sloane panted, "I thought... there was... aw... was no better... aw... way to... go..." He was making her feel so damn glorious. She tilted her pelvis back, groaned when he slid home, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring again. "You feel... shit, you feel ama... aw!" Fuck.
"Yeah," he closed his eyes, words escaping him in stilted offerings, "what...you...said..." He gritted his teeth when words wouldn't come any more, when he felt her clench around him, forcing to penetrate a solid fist of flesh that nearly drove the sense from his mind. He was usually restraint but that final crushing pressure over his cock, broke the control in him to a thousand fragment. "Oh Christ yeah, oh fuck...oh fuck, Sloane..."
Shit, she was coming. "Jay-..." Her legs giving out from under her, all Sloane was focused on was his cock impaling her, relentlessly pumping in and out, tight, thick, hard, fast, faster, making her gasp and clamp down as her internal walls pulsed and clenched, grasped and tried to keep him in.
Head thrown back, driven by nothing but instincts and raw hungry desire, Jake continued to drive himself into her, gripped by an orgasm so hard that he almost saw fucking stars in front of his eyes. It was probably water but at that stage, who the fuck cared what it was. All he knew was he was coming, coming inside of her and damn near senseless from the release. He didn't know it could be so good, didn't know that when you cared, when the woman reached inside of you and yanked out your heart every time she smiled, it could be this goddamn good.
She rode on his release, her own orgasm refusing to fade right away, as he thoroughly fucked her. "Jesus..." Was it going to be a fucking religious experience every damn time? Sloane's hands started to slip and she slowly collapsed against the wall of the shower, her cheek pressing against the cool tile. Come to think of it, the wall wasn't the only cold thing. They'd run out of hot water. "We're going to catch a cold..." she almost whined, not sure she would be able to move just yet. She still felt him inside, little jerky movements when she clenched on him. With a limp movement, she closed the tap.
Jake found himself bracing against the walls, breathing hard as his heart stopped pounding and coherence returned to his world. "Who can feel anything below the waist?" he managed to say, leaning forward to kiss her gently on the spine, a tender kiss to seal the end of yet another mind-blowing experience. If it was going to be like this all the time, he was never getting back on a ship to leave her.
Now shivering a little, Sloane shifted and turned around on shaky legs to face him, keeping her body close to his. She kissed his mouth, fingers running through his hair. "I think I'm gonna have to sit on some ice..."
Leaning against her, he breathed into her ear, "That's what all the girls say when I'm done with them." His lips quirked into a smile, holding her.
Tensing, Sloane pulled her head back. "Smug bastard," she whispered back, her hand grabbing his balls for a squeeze.
He winked and kissed her on the nose lightly. "So, am I ever going to get this breakfast or what?" he joked.
"You're the one who sidetracked me..." She smiled at him sweetly as she walked around him to get out of the shower. She grabbed two towels off a shelf and threw one at him.
He laughed, a dry, rare bit of glee he rarely showed anyone. "I'll get the coffee."
Sloane was drying herself, especially gingerly between her legs, when she suddenly look up at him. It was nice to hear him laugh. "Thanks." For the coffee, for letting her see a bit more of him.
Padding himself down, he wrapped a towel around his waist and came up to her. "So is this technically still our first date or into the second?"
Straightening up, her arms snaked around him to smooth down his back. "Oh, I don't know... depends if you want sex on our second date" she quipped.
"I think the boats kind of sailed on that one," Jake smirked.
She almost sighed in relief. "Good, because I don't think I could again..." At least not today. She grinned and kissed his jaw before pulling back. She wrapped her hair in the towel and padded out of the bathroom to go put on an old t-shirt and a pair of undies. Next stop was the kitchen, getting eggs and bacon out to start on a fry-up. Sloane could still taste him on her lips, smell him on her skin and she smiled.
Jake watched her leave the bathroom, lingering behind a moment as he considered her words and thought to himself, he could get use to this.
And he didn't just mean the sex.