Rocky Bits, Thursday Night

[bitten_notshy]

After a few hours at Sookie's party, Jack took Emma by the hand and tugged her off to a secluded cove where he'd stashed a few supplies behind a rock. His heart was somewhere in his stomach and acid kept washing over it and into his lungs, but he was determined to make this last date (for that was what it had to be, unless she said something that truly stunned him) as perfect as he could.

"Do you think we'll be missed?" he asked the girl. He meant at the birthday celebration, really.

Emma	"How could they not miss us?" Emma quipped, her cheerful tone somewhat undermined by her giving his hand a nervous squeeze. "But they'll just have to deal with the disappointment."
Jack	"Maybe Karla will teach people to fly to distract them from wailing," Jack said, squeezing her hand back. They were almost to the spot; he'd have to let go to spread out the blanket. "But -- I thought we deserved another date before I leave."
Emma	"We should get everything we deserve," she agreed, glossing over the second part of what Jack had said. Emma knew that he had to leave tomorrow. That didn't mean they had to talk about it right now, did it?
Jack	Good and bad?" he asked, in a teasing tone even though he was at least half-serious about the question. They'd reached the spot, a secluded bit of rocks that gave them some privacy despite the warm summer air around them. "Hang on," Jack said, and went to unfurl a blanket over the sand.
Emma	"Who says we deserve anything bad? They're simply spiteful," she decided, leaning against a rock to wait while Jack completed the set-up. "I've had enough of horrible things, I think so have you." The smile she gave him was bright and unreserved. "Only beautiful, wonderful surprises from now on. I've decided."
Jack	She really was even more beautiful -- almost in an unearthly way -- when she smiled like that, and Jack's heart cracked even as he returned the grin. For a smile like that, he'd almost throw over Sebastien and his university acceptance and stay in Fandom an extra year. Almost. It wouldn't end up being right for either of them; it would be slapping a cage around Emma. Jack loved her too much for that. "Beautiful, wonderful surprises," he echoed. "Well, I have champagne and the ocean is ours -- will that do for tonight?"
Emma	"For tonight," Emma agreed, reaching down to slip off her sandals before going to sit on the blanket. "I can't think of anything better for tonight, to be honest."
Jack	"Nothing we could afford or find on the island, anyhow," Jack said, with one raised eyebrow. He took his own shoes off, cuffing his trousers as he did. "I am going to miss this beach."
Emma	"Well if you aren't completely buried in your studies come time for Homecoming, maybe you can remember that the rest of us are here, and come enjoy our beach," she teased, leaning back to look at the stars. "Although I suppose the water might be a bit chillier by then. Not quite warm enough for wading at night."
Jack	"I think we could keep each other warm," Jack flirted, without thinking, and winced at his own presumption. "I hope I'd see you before then, anyhow."
Emma	"Well, a lady doesn't like to presume," Emma drawled, giving him a sideways smirk. "For all I know, you're in a boys-only dormitory, and cannot have visitors of the feminine persuasion."
Jack	He smiled at her. "I'll have slightly more congenial accommodations." He'd be living with Sebastien, but why bring up that unpleasantness? Running fingertips over her lower leg, he added, "Is that what we're doing? Visiting?" She could likely hear his uncertainty.
Emma	"Well I should hope we would be visiting, since if all I get is an email once a semester to verify that you're alive and your professors haven't worked you to death yet, I shall be most put out," she quipped, avoiding his eyes. Avoid, Emma, Avoid.
Jack	Avoid. Well, he could avoid -- for a few hours, at least. He laughed softly, in his throat, and reached down further to massage one of her feet. "Pour us some champagne, would you? The future will wait."
Emma	"Don't be silly, Jack, the future never arrives, it's always waiting." But Emma obliged him, pouring a flute for each of them. She held hers out for a toast. "To a thousand bright and sparkling futures?"
Jack	"To a million of them, glinting before us like gold," Jack agreed, taking his glass with his free hand and raising it for the toast. "May they not descend upon us until we're ready."
Emma	"And may none of it be Fool's Gold," she laughed, clinking her glass against his. "I hope you don't plan to be up early tomorrow, because I think we should drink every last drop of this tonight, for luck."
Jack	"I'm not the one who got a hangover from a few beers," Jack protested. "Yes. I think the champagne will be very offended if we don't drink it all -- as will I." He downed half his glass, by way of a start.
Emma	"It was substandard evil beer," Emma insisted. "It would have made anyone with any taste at all ill." She knocked back half her glass, now stubbornly determined to match Jack. "I refuse to give in so easily."
Jack	If she was drinking half in one, he had to finish his in two and reach for a refill. It was simply how things worked. "I'd rather get through it without a headache than have taste, in that case," Jack needled.
Emma	"Tacky, Mr. Priest," she chided, holding out her glass for more. "Here I thought you enjoyed the finer things in life."
Jack	Jack refilled them both, frowning at the champagne bottle. He should have gotten more than one. "Well," he said, lazily, "I do have a fondness for you. Does that count?"
Emma	"Of course it does. I'm not cheap beer," she pointed out gleefully. "I'm more like a rare vintage that's an acquired taste."
Jack	"And not at all pretentious about it," Jack volleyed. "Which is a refreshing quality."
Emma	"I'm simply honest," Emma demurred. "But I'm glad you approve."
Jack	Jack chuckled, low in his throat. He had no appetite for the banter just then. Instead, he sipped at his champagne and looked toward the horizon. "Call me anytime and I'll prop you up," he promised.
Emma	"You realize that I'm going to call you at wretched times until I get the timezones correct?" she asked, looking over at him. "I'll be a dreadful nuisance."
Jack	"Miss Frost," Jack said, looking at her from under his lashes, "you say that as if I'd ever think you were a nuisance. Call anytime you get the urge." He couldn't guarantee he'd answer his phone, though.
Emma	"Fine. But I won't take the blame when your professors get miffed at your phone ringing in the middle of class," Emma laughed, poking at his leg with her foot. "You already absolved me of being a nuisance." She simply was not going to think about any other reason he might not answer his phone. That would be too morbid and depressing. "So are you excited?"
Jack	Was he excited? That was a harder question than it sounded. He was excited about the future, but he'd miss people so very much. "I'm looking forward to being out of the colonies," Jack said, mostly to yank her chain. "The school bit ... we'll see, won't we?"

[OOC: Preplayed with icecoldfrost due to availability; will be continued in comments. NSFW in comments.]

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[icecoldfrost]

It was quite possibly the fastest Emma had ever managed to untangle one hand, sliding it between them to tug the knot out of the sarong.

And if her hand was already going to be down here, well, Emma was going to slide it along his waist, dipping under the cloth to trail along the small of his back while she tangled their legs together.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack let out a deep exhale of breath and shifted position so he could have as much bare skin against hers as possible, sarong falling out of the way as if by magic.

He and Emma were the only two things in the world just then -- the two of them, and the quiet roar of the waves.

[icecoldfrost]

It was, in Emma's private opinion, one of their more romantic dates. The beach, champagne, and while there was still a party going on farther down the beach, right now it was like the entire ocean was theirs.

Bare skin and kisses and hands and occasionally giggling when Jack would hit a ticklish spot; this was the definition of perfect. Emma laughed as she tried to flip them over, straddling Jack so she could take her turn at teasing him mercilessly.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack let her flip them, hands going to the small of the girl's back so he could trail his fingertips lightly along her spine.

"You sound happy," he observed.

... anything he said would seem banal.

[icecoldfrost]

"I am," she agreed, leaning forward to glide her fingers over his chest. "Why shouldn't I be?"

"I have a seaside picnic, with champagne and the most charming date possible." Emma grinned at him impishly before bending down the rest of the way to kiss him. "It's perfect, darling."

She'd sulk and hide away tomorrow, but not now.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack returned the kiss. Tomorrow might be a hard day. Today was perfect.

[icecoldfrost]

More kissing, and it was with great reluctance that Emma eventually tore herself away from Jack's wonderfully kissable mouth to move kisses down his throat, dragging lips, tongue, and teeth over his most sensitive spots with tauntingly slow deliberation as she made her way down and along his collarbone.

Emma liked making him squirm. A lot.

[bitten_notshy]

She had squirms, squirms and little moans and wordless cries as he raised his hips, pleading her to undress him and take him the rest of the way.

He'd settle, though, for more of those delicious kisses.

[icecoldfrost]

She'd give him what he wanted in a moment. She promised.

But for now, Emma was going to lazily kiss and lick her way down his body, taking her sweet time while her hand made its way into his swim trunks to stroke him.

It was, admittedly, requiring most (if not all) of her willpower not to just yank off the last of his clothing and pounce, but a little bit of anticipation could be fun.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack's teeth ground into his lower lip in frustration and pleasure.

All right, if she was going to make him wait, he was going to tease her in return while she was at it. His hands fondled around her torso, cupping her breasts like a pair of treasures that were his to play with.

[icecoldfrost]

He could play with them all he liked, if the way Emma whimpered was any indicator on the subject.

Except that he was driving her insane very quickly, and it wasn't long before she was shoving his shorts over and down his hips. Half-clothed was good, but naked would be much, much better. Right now.

[bitten_notshy]

"Greedy," he whispered, breath hot against her neck, but -- from the way he rocked his hips and ground into her hand -- he did not, precisely, seem to mind.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma's answer was a low laugh and a whispered "of course," as she only paused long enough to guide one of his hands to the top of her bikini bottom. "And so are you."

[bitten_notshy]

"That's not true," Jack said, tugging that bikini bottom down. "I just want it all and right away, as is my right."

[icecoldfrost]

"Greedy," she repeated, shifting obligingly to kick her way free of the offending garment. "Why would it be your right and not mine?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I didn't say it wasn't both of our right," Jack offered.

He'd ... lost track of the conversation a bit, yes. But on the plus side, they were both naked now. He was going to lightly run his hands over her curves, just to make sure of that.

[icecoldfrost]

He was lucky that Emma was so easily distracted herself by his hands on her body, other wise she would have teased him for that.

Instead she sighed happily, letting herself lean in to his touch even while she shifted and repositioned herself to very slowly give him what he'd wanted a few moments earlier. "You just like the view," she gasped, biting her lip. "I'm on to you, Jack."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack lifted his hips, trying to rock both of their bodies. "I would say," he said, "you are very nicely onto me, love."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma groaned -- partly in resigned amusement at the pun, but mostly in pleasure and desire -- as she rocked back against him. "Incorrigible," she managed, smirking at him from beneath lowered lashes. "Absolutely incorrigible."

[bitten_notshy]

"But that's how you like me," he argued, managing to look very cherubic.

And then he had no energy for talking at all.

[icecoldfrost]

No, no more energy for banter. Everything was being directed to kissing and touching and feeling as Emma engaged a basic psychic link between them.

There wasn't really anything else for them to say, after all. It was easier to just know, and stay wrapped up in each other until tomorrow. Everything else was just details.