AU - Blue

[rockabillyboy]

He's not entirely sure what they're doing here - they've kind of been avoiding putting labels on it - but it's definitely fun. They're definitely having fun. Jack has been working really hard on being a gentleman, which has been...challenging. He's been doing a lot of meditating, among other things. It's been partially successful.

Early that morning, he'd texted Blue with picnic?
Twelve finds him leaning back against Ghost, looking up at her window, arms folded loosely across his chest.

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[formicine]

She takes a minute just to look at him, all lean muscle and art, hair a little ruffled out of its styling, dark eyelashes.

Blue chews on her lip a little, thinking, and rolls on top of him to straddle his hips on her knees, silk and denim between them. She swallows, closes her eyes for a moment at the shift: it's obvious to her at least how wet she is, right now. That's its own kind of exciting, though, that he could maybe feel that heat and still have to wait.

She leans down, hands set on his waist, to leave another bite at his collarbone, mimicking the press of his lips to hers earlier. "You're beautiful," she says, a little exhilarated and a little moved, and grins. "Think you can be patient?

[rockabillyboy]

Right then, all Jack can think of is her panties discarded on the blanket. He shifts his hips slightly, wishes that he could use his fingers, slip them between her legs and feel how wet she is.

The bite makes his breath catch.

"I can try."

[formicine]

"Good," she says, with a smile. Bites good. She'll have to store that. She licks at the spot she's just bitten. No kissing: she moves down to lick over his nipple, broad and warm, and blow gently over it, lips close but not touching.

She draws her fingers up down along his sides, watching his reactions. "What are you thinking?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's not sure what the measure is but, for a dude, his nipples have always been pretty sensitive. It shivers hard as Blue blows across it. Jack bites his lip, a dark flush flooding across his face.

"How beautiful you look."

[formicine]

He shudders under her, cheeks flushed; the reaction is incredibly hot. She scrapes her teeth very slowly over the spot and moves down, shifting on top of him to leave a slightly harder bite lower, the soft spot where stomach meets ribs.

She aches, and it's a tease to herself to press against him a little bit as she shifts, but also a little relaxing.

She'd like to leave marks. A little reminder. Sucking is too close to kissing, and biting that hard... Maybe.

"Yeah?" She smiles, pleased, and raises an eyebrow. "Anything else?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I..." He stumbles a little bit over what's actually in his head, what's on the tip of his tongue. He blushes darker, right to the roots of his hair. The bites are delicious. He squirms a little bit but doesn't try to pull away. "How wet you must be."

[formicine]

That blush is delightful, and she grins, sitting up to run a hand through his hair affectionately. "I am," she says, blushing a little but enjoying this play too much, and she grinds against him a little more, sighing. "Can't decide what I like more, though, watching you like this or doing something about that."

She bites a little harder, a little lower, licks a stripe over his stomach.

[rockabillyboy]

He definitely squirms then, the bite, the wet pressure of her tongue across his stomach. He shifts his hips a little underneath her.

"Whatever you want," he says, with a crooked smile, a lift of the corner of his mouth. "I'm at your mercy."

[formicine]

She puts a hand flat against the hollow of his hip, gives him a sharp little nip of warning. "That doesn't seem patient to me," she says.

Blue lets herself laugh in an exhale for a minute, feeling free and wired and reckless. "You like that?" she asks, and it's a light tone, but an honest question. She's loving this, and she thinks he seems pretty into it, but she wants to hear the answer.

[rockabillyboy]

"Ah! Sorry, sorry." He bites his lip, tips his head back against the blanket for a moment. "The biting or being at your mercy?" He lifts his head so that he can look at her for a moment. "Both. I like both."

[formicine]

"Both," she agrees and smirks, stretching up like a cat to lace her fingers with his and push his hands over his head, hovering her face close to his. "Good. I like it too. A lot. And I like when I make you blush."

"Kind of missing your mouth on me, though. What do you think?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's fingers curl lightly when she pushes his hands up over his head. He holds on for a moment, his eyes dancing over her face when she leans in close.

"I'd love my mouth on you," he says. "But it's not up to me, is it?" Sitting where she is, she has to be aware of how hard he is, how into all of this he is.

[formicine]

She shakes her head lazily, still close enough to kiss, tantalizing. "Nope." Her eyes are amused. "But I like knowing what you want."

Blue sits up, stretching, and pulls her dress off, leaving herself nude on top of him. The air's cool but not cold on her skin, her breasts peaking under the breeze, and it feels deliciously wild and public: she's not keen on the idea of actually being spied on, but there's something a little free and timeless about this, them, the trees, the water.

"Mm," she sighs, feeling showy, and palms her breast with one hand, fluttering her eyes closed and arching her back. "You feel really good." He's hard under her and she loves feeling him react, feeling her effect.

"Come here," she says, beckoning, eyes dark. "Prove to me you know what to do with your tongue first."

[rockabillyboy]

It's the first time that he's ever seen her naked and, for a moment, Jack just lies back and takes that in, how beautiful she is, the weight of her breasts as she palms them, her nipples stiffening in the breeze. He bites his lip, argues with himself for a moment.

"Come up and sit on my face and I'll definitely show you," he says, with a cheeky grin. Mostly, he wants to see what she'll do.

[formicine]

The response catches her off guard and she raises her eyebrows, almost instinctively gives him a who are you kidding look. She catches his hair in one hand and tugs, too far away to use biting as a warning, and lifts herself well off of his lap on her knees.

"Be rude, and you don't get any of this," she gestures with her free hand and smirks back. "Understood?"

[rockabillyboy]

The sharp tug on his hair makes him yelp, makes his cock twitch, and he nods up at her, eyes wide and innocent.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, still smiling, even as his eyes follow the sweep of her hand, slide down over her naked body. "I'll be good."