Priest - de Ulloa Residence, London, Wednesday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had stayed at the library late after hsi first day of classes. He wasn't studying -- it was all material he'd covered at the age of 12. He was, however, trying to ingratiate himself with his fellow students. They were such an interesting group, and Jack asked so many interesting questions about their lives that no one noticed he hardy talked about his own.

Home at last, he found a note from Sebastien indicating he'd be out working, then cooked himself a light dinner. Then he went up to his room and took out his phone. There were a few people back in Fandom he needed to check in with.

He dialed.

[OOC: If you want him to have called you, he did!]

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma giggled. "I think you feel rather spicy when I'm touching you," she teased. "You certainly don't seem to mind..."

Now she was thinking about the reactions she usually got when her hands went wandering, and squirmed slightly. Bad Emma. Down girl.

[bitten_notshy]

"I wouldn't encourage it if I minded," Jack said softly. "Any more than you'd let mew kiss you so often, if you minded."

Mmmm. Kissing. He was going to try to remember the scent of her lips.

[icecoldfrost]

"I don't mind at all, not even the times my lips ended up bruised from your attentions." Most likely because his were usually in the same condition from her enthusiastic response.

"Besides, your kisses always taste delicious."

[bitten_notshy]

"I like that idea," Jack said. "Kissing you until our lips are bruised, and we both have little marks on our skin. Can we do that during our eons in bed?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma made a pleased noise. "I like that plan too," she answered, almost shyly. "I'd have to pick my wardrobe carefully, after we finally roll out of bed, but it would be worth it."

[bitten_notshy]

"I might like to see my mark," Jack said softly. "To look at you across the table during dinner and see a tiny bruise just edging over your neckline. Would you do that?"

[icecoldfrost]

"My hair is getting astonishingly long. You might only see glimpses, unless I moved just so, or wore my hair up for dinner," she replied. "I wonder if you'd have the patience, to watch it peek out, and then vanish again when I reached for my glass?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack made a noise deep in his throat and wiggled a bit on the bed.

"I would be excruciatingly patient," he said. "Though it might be a bit unnerving, if I spent a whole meal staring at your lovely throat."

[icecoldfrost]

It was ridiculously easy to picture how he'd be looking at her, since Emma rather enjoyed that expression on his face.

When directed at her, of course.

"Where to leave mine?" she mused, almost to herself. "Perhaps just behind your ear, hidden under your curls. So that every time you shrug or move your head, you'd feel it."

[bitten_notshy]

"All but invisible," Jack mused. "But there and unforgettable. Almost ... symbolic, in a way."

And now he was being mawkish.

[icecoldfrost]

At least he didn't suggest she leave it over his heart.

"Stop that, or I'll put my pants back on, and you wouldn't want that," she sang, pulling up her comforter to keep from getting cold. "Maybe I'll give you an entire necklace of kisses, and you'll have to wear turtleneck sweaters for a month."

[bitten_notshy]

"OH, Emma," Jack said, stirring as he was reminded of her near nudity. "I'm sure you could find far more interesting bits of me to kiss. I could start with your toes and work up, just to give you an idea."

[icecoldfrost]

"That sounds lovely," she replied, curling up and getting comfortable again. "Although if you tickle my feet, it won't be my fault if I kick you."

"But what's more interesting than your lips? Or your neck, arms, chest..."

[bitten_notshy]

"Well, I could start at your knees," Jack offered, voice now a purr. "Hopefully that would distract you enough that you wouldn't kick."

[icecoldfrost]

...that wasn't a whimper you just heard, Jack, you imagined it.

"Oh?" Right, letting her imagination run away with her right now was a little premature. "And what would you be doing to my knees, Mr. Priest, that would be so distracting?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Nothing," Jack protested innocently. "I'd just start with tiny, tiny kisses, like feathers, moving up, with my hands resting on your hips so you couldn't squirm away."

[icecoldfrost]

"Which implies you're doing something squirm-worthy," Emma pointed out. "Of course I'd try to distract you, running my foot along the inside of your leg, or trying to catch one of those hands so I could give your palm a kiss."

[bitten_notshy]

"Hmmm, if you pulled my hand up like that the rest of me would come with it," Jack sighed, covering himself with a blanket. "Not that I'd mind. I might just shift so I could kiss you on the lips again."

[icecoldfrost]

"We're back to kisses and wandering hands, but this time we're both wearing a lot less clothing," Emma practically purred. "Since that's the case, I'm definately going to wriggle closer, getting right up close to stay warm. I wouldn't want us to get a chill."

[bitten_notshy]

"And my hands would have to wander a lot," Jack answered. "... purely so you'd stay nice and comfortable, of course. Though I might take some pleasure in doing my best to make you wriggle."

[icecoldfrost]

Now Emma really was purring. "I like running my fingers over your back," she confessed. "You always feel nice under my fingers. Smooth, and soft, but I can feel the muscles under your skin."

[bitten_notshy]

"And I like how I feel your fencing muscles under your curves," Jack said. "You're more curved now than you were a year ago. Have I ever taken the time to appreciate that properly?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I don't think you have," Emma decided. "Am I more curved? How?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Softer stomach," Jack said gently. "Plusher breasts. Your ribs and hipbones don't jump up to bite me, anymore."

[icecoldfrost]

"I was not that skinny." Yes, Emma, you were, especially when you first arrived at the school.

"At least you don't complain when I bite you now."