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]

"If we want skin-to-skin, those pants of yours have to go," Emma decided. "I'd be too busy kissing you to see what I was doing, but I'm sure I could manage."

[bitten_notshy]

"Wicked, wicked girl," Jack said, sing-song. In the real world, his pants were being undone, though he didn't need to inform Emma of that. "Fine. My pants would go ... wherever naughty pants go. And then of course I'd have to work on yours."

[icecoldfrost]

"As if you're any better, horrible boy," she sang back, shimmying out of her own pants and trying to ignore the thudding of her heart in her ears. "Isn't it your fault for helping to corrupt me?"

[bitten_notshy]

"As if you didn't go willingly," Jack said to her, breathing raged now. "Hmmm. It might be a good time for my hand to wander inside your underpants, if our hands are roaming anyhow."

[icecoldfrost]

"Mmmm. Glad I wore a pair of pretty, lacy ones," Emma sighed, slipping her fingers just under the waistband, just along her stomach. "I like the way you feel against me, all tangled up like that."

[bitten_notshy]

"It feels good," Jack said softly. "I wouldn't really do much, at first. Just ... kissing, and grazing my fingertips against you. Just to get reacquainted."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma couldn't stop the whimper in the back of her throat, and licked her suddenly dry lips. "I think I could spend a few hours that way," she admitted. "Or a few days."

[bitten_notshy]

"A few eons," Jack corrected. "No one else. Just you and me and the bed and, God, I wish you were here."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was rather sure 'friends apart' was hiding in the closet about now with its hands over its ears.

"The bed? We wouldn't be past the door before you had me against a wall with your hand up my blouse," she laughed.

[bitten_notshy]

"We started out on the bed for the backrub," Jack answered. "In the real world, we might not make it out of the airport."

Part of him wondered what in the world he was doing. He shushed that bit.

[icecoldfrost]

"The airport? God, no, Jack. Ew. You have to wait until we're in the cab at the very least."

Emma had some sense of decorum, even if she did miss him to a ridiculous degree.

"But eons in bed does sound nice. Quiet." At least to start. "I miss being able to play with your hair, and getting to run my fingers along the small of your back and over your hip."

[bitten_notshy]

"You could get us into a first-cast lounge!" Jack protested. "I didn't mean -- in the middle of baggage claim."

It didn't matter. He went quiet for a moment. "And I miss your hands in my hair," he said. "And that little noise you make when I touch the soft bits of your stomach. And the smell of your hand lotion. We'll see each other soon."

[icecoldfrost]

"You like the smell of my lotion?" It was probably an odd thing to be touched by, but Emma flushed, flattered. "I suppose that's good, since with all the touching, some of it is going to rub off on you."

"...and I didn't mean in the baggage claim either. You're enough of a gentleman that you'd manage to sweet-talk me into a closet first."

[bitten_notshy]

"I smell all spicy after you touch me." And that was ... considerably more intimate than anything Jack had meant to admit.

"Closets are interesting," he added. "Not much space. We'd be nervous about it, but if we were excited enough..."

[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."