October 24, Friday
Reading, Berkshire

He glanced around, unsure of the plan now that he was actually going through with it. Still… she’d gotten her choice of ‘anything,’ and if she wanted to go check out her parents bedroom with him… well, he would do that for her. It wouldn’t be nearly as easy to talk their way out of it, considering they didn’t care for him, but at least it was a bit of an adrenaline rush.

The trip there hadn’t taken too long; once he’d figured out the address, at least. Then it was a quick apparition—it didn’t do anything for his nerves though. If anything, the lurch of his stomach only made him a little paler. Someone was watching Lewis, at least, and Fiona had Aidan for the weekend. Focus, Jason! He had plans to make tonight unforgettable for Sam. Reminding himself of that, he grinned and set off down the road, looking for the right house.

Jason hadn’t been sure what to wear. Glancing down at his outfit, he pulled off a glove. It was early evening, and the wind made it chillier than it was. Still, he felt like he should have dressed up more. Stuffing both gloves in the jacket, he pulled the knit cap down a little more. He had this horrible feeling someone would see him, know what he was doing, and call in some inquisitor squad to question him. Just him being jumpy, he was sure.

His eyes darted, finally settling on a bush. Surely she had meant that one, as opposed to the one next to it. Taking a slow breath, he finally stuffed his hands in his trousers pockets and moved forward, feeling like a teenager sneaking out. Except this time, they were attempting to sneak in… Shaking his head, Jason worked his way into the bush, leaning up against the side of the house as he waited for his partner in crime to come and join him.

Butterflies. Every time she thought about what was going ahead. She couldn't think of anything else, the whole time while she was bathing, dressing, expertly applying just the right amount of make up and tying her hair up in a loose ponytail. It wouldn't be long before they were carrying out their plan, and she only hoped that Jason wouldn't decide to chicken out at the last moment. She was in this for the long haul. There was no backing out for her.

It had been an odd sort of week. After the events of the night in question, Jason had lapsed into a sexual depression. He was as charming and attentive as ever - his personality hadn't changed, but when it came to bedtime...well, they hadn't done anything since that night. He was clearly still pained by what happened, and much as though she couldn't blame him, she didn't understand why he hadn't taken her word for it; that it didn't matter.

Well, tonight she would show him just how much it didn't matter. She bit her lower lip as she pulled on her coat, slipped on her ridiculously high heeled shoes and made her way out of the apartment. She took a deep breath once out in the street. Already there were a few glances, from both men and women who walked past. She smiled rather smugly at herself, though she wasn't sure how she felt about the coat barely even glancing at her knees. It would all be worth it in the end.

With a crack she apparated from the end of her street to her parents' street, landing quite unsteadily as she tried to keep her balance on the heels. Heels weren't completely foreign to her, but she had purchased these heels especially and thought they did just the trick.

She made her way as gracefully as she could up the street of houses set back behind long drives, until she came to her family home. A devilish smile filtered across her face as she looked at the tall house for a moment. Her parents weren't expecting any more guests than the four they would already have over. It was after seven-thirty, and the sun had completely set, making her journey up the drive a little more inconspicuous than it would have been in broad daylight.

The gravel crunched under her feet as she tried to make her way up as quietly as possible, but she soon spotted Jason in the correct place, leaning against the wall of the old house. She smirked as she made her way over to him, though she was not interested in shoving her way through the bush as he had - she was bare-legged, after all. "Welcome to my childhood home." She tilted her head to one side slightly, as innocent an expression as she could muster on her face.

It had been an interesting few days. He hadn’t wanted to chance any other embarrassing situations, and even though he’d heard her say it wasn’t a big deal… he’d still had issues with it. So he’d psyched himself up all week for this. And though he felt a little green around the gills, he couldn’t get the image of her out of his head. So while he waited for her to show up, he entertained thoughts, smirking to himself.

He recalled one of the nights recently when she’d tried to tempt him into more. As difficult as it was to say no (not that he had said it in so many words, of course), he’d all ready told himself that he would wait until Friday. That was when he planned on making this worth her while. Sure, it had been difficult to ignore her stray fingers, but sleep with her next to him had been an easy antidote to give himself.

Hearing the crunching coming closer, he glanced out into the dark, raising his eyebrows as he saw her come into view. Grinning, he pushed up off the wall. He wasn’t really sure how she wanted them to get in, and whether she was coming in the bush or not. Then he noticed how tall she seemed, and he twisted his body to the side, glancing at her around the bush. His eyebrows stayed up on his forehead as his gaze softened. Well… From what he could tell in the dim lighting, she look fantastic.

“Welcome to my childhood home.”

A half grin came to his face before he let his eyes go back up to hers. Stepping back out of the bush, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close for a quick kiss. Then he pulled back to admire her outfit. “Nice coat.” He grimaced slightly, glancing to the building briefly. “I wasn’t sure if I should… overdress or… what I should wear.” He glanced down at what he had and shrugged. “You out do my outfit, at least.” And with that, he took her hand, winking at her.

“So… we taking a window in?” He put a hand in his pocket, the other resting on the small of her back. “Or will your dress not…” handle it? He wasn’t sure really what she could or couldn’t do in heels and a dress. Come to think of it, he really didn’t know if she had a dress on under the coat, though his mind assumed that was what she was hiding. Some sexy little nothing dress.

As she moved closer she saw his eyes wander down her body and his eyebrows raise, perhaps the most they had since they'd met. Sure, she'd dressed up when they'd gone out before, but this was more a dressing down than a dressing up. She glanced to the side, averting her eyes from him as he continued to admire her outfit, or lack thereof. It was all part of the plan. What was the point in spending all that time getting ready if she wasn't going to let him enjoy it for a while?

He stepped out from behind the bush and moved closer as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. As painful as they could potentially be, the heels were killer and they made her look...well, six inches taller. Now, at least she didn't have to look up at Jason. She could look straight at him. His arms came around her waist and he moved in for the briefest of kisses before complimenting her coat. "Thank you." She grinned, following his gaze up to the large house.

“I wasn’t sure if I should… overdress or… what I should wear.”

He took her hand and she smirked, moving closer to him. "It doesn't matter. We're skipping dinner." She grinned, her face hovering in front of his momentarily before she pulled away and started to head towards the front door. She paused and turned her head to look at him as he asked about the window. Laughing she shook her head. "Of course not." She took hold of his hand and tugged to lure him forwards. "We're going in the front door." Her eyes moved back to the large red, polished door that headed the house, and the giant brass knocker on the front.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re skipping dinner.”

He ran his tongue over his lips slowly as he watched her, feeling an all too familiar tightening in his stomach at her words. It was different, seeing her at his height. Not that he was complaining, and not that he would complain when she wasn’t wearing the heels. It was good he had had a fairly big lunch and a small snack earlier, and now he was planning his dessert. Watching her walk away for a moment, he was admiring her stride. Then she laughed and he pulled him out of his stare, blinking as he looked up.

“Of course not.”

He frowned, not comprehending quite yet. They weren’t going in by window… so… where was she going to take them? Maybe she would apparate them together to the room? Or maybe there was another way into the house. Jason’s parents house was fairly simple, not too big for the family that grew up in it. It had been cozy, and sometimes a little too close quarters for the rowdy boys. But maybe Sam’s parents’ house had a secret passage, or a faulty chimney, or-

“We’re going in the front door.”

Or a front door. Then he realized what she had said and his eyes widened, grabbing her hand tightly and tugging her to a stop. “The front door?!” How were they ever going to reach the bedroom? Her parents were going to greet them coming in at this rate. Feeling his stomach do flips, he finally let her pull him towards the big door, glancing at it uneasily. However, he reminded himself that she got to choose what she wanted. He couldn’t be blamed if they didn’t make it to her parents’ bedroom because she got them caught at the front stairs.

Stepping up to the door, he gently squeezed her hand, motioning to it. He was there to give her a good time, but he was not going to open doors he didn't know if he should. His ears felt on fire, and he was thankful they were under the knit cap for now.

It took a moment to register, but when the galleon finally dropped there was a look of horror that momentarily graced his handsome features. She just grinned again and tugged him along once more, in a way that said "Don't worry, I've done this loads of times." And she had. Back in school - much as though she'd been a good girl when it came to academics - home life just seemed so boring. With a strict father all she could do was learn to sneak out of the house. And she had well and truly mastered it. Her wildchild life as a teenager was something Jason was yet to learn about her.

As they reached the front door, Jason motioned to it as though saying that it was on her own head that she turned the handle. She winked at him, her hand moving to the knob and turning slightly. Suddenly she stopped and turned back to him. "Oh, I forgot to mention - we have to stay out of the way of the house elves. They're my father's personal security, and if they suspect intruders? Well..." She flashed him a grin and turned the knob fully before Jason had a chance to object.

The hallway was empty, as she had predicted. Her parents would be sat at the table with their high society friends, enjoying a prawn cocktail or black caviar. Making sure she kept to the plush red carpet, lest she make a noise on the wooden floors, she cast a glance behind her to make sure that Jason was still conscious. Pulling a finger up to her lips she motioned for him to stay silent, but close the door behind him.

Once the door was closed, she tugged his hand once more heading towards the large, curved staircase. Up they went, one, two, three, four steps. She turned around, facing Jason who was now on the step lower than her. It felt very odd to be towering over him. With a seductive smile she pressed her body up against him, her fingers moving up to his head and pulling his hat off. She tossed the hat on the step and ran her fingers through his hair, pressing her lips to his. Her left hand came up and brushed his cheek as her lips parted his gently.

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this loads of times.”

Oh well, as long as they didn’t have—Wait a minute. He glanced at her, suddenly appraising her a bit differently than he had previously. Loads of times? As in… more than this time? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that—or if he realized what she meant. Loads of times with other guys? Or just sneaking into her parents’ house? Either way, it was in the past… he’d just have to find out about it later. Putting that thought to the back of his mind, he allowed her to pull him further.

For him, he’d been given a good bit of freedom as a teenage boy. He didn’t realize what kind of hold a girl had to go through, with parents and worry and the like. His dad had told him to wrap it up, and his mum pretended she didn’t know what sex was. When it came to his brothers, Jason gave them the pep talk early on, so that they would be prepared. He didn’t care to think how Derek used his advice… Or cared even less to know about him, as opposed to Felix.

“Oh, I forgot to mention – we have to stay out of the way of the house elves. They’re my father’s personal security, and if they suspect intruders? Well…”

When she stopped, he almost bumped into her. He frowned briefly before raising a questioning eyebrow. Then his eyes widened once again. “How many does-” Then the door was opening and he quickly shut up, in case one of the minions decided to pop up right then. Even as he thought about it, and wondered how stupid of an idea this was, he couldn’t make his objection. So as his heart pounded in his chest, he followed closely behind, worried to hear any creak in his steps.

Even though she put a finger to her lips, he was sure those pesky house elves would find them by the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. It sounded so loud to him! He nearly bumped into her again when she suddenly stopped. Looking up at her, he raised an eyebrow, a breath escaping him as she took his hat off. Before he had a chance to let out a noise of disbelief, she was pressed up against his lips. His hands moved up to her waist, grasping her and pulling her close.

Then he reminded himself they were on the stairs, and he pulled back from her tasty lips. Licking his, he grinned and nodded, following behind her to one of the doors. He very nearly stepped off the carpet, which was sure to end in a squeaky floorboard, he was sure of it, and instead stumbled against Sam’s back. Fighting the desire to not laugh, he covered his mouth and bit down on his finger, fighting the urge back. Once they were in the room, the door shut behind them, Jason pulled her close for a proper long kiss.

He pulled away with a grin and a nod as though reminding her of where they were. Oh yes, they were on the stairs. Not yet at their final destination of destruction. She grinned back at him and carried on up the stairs, doing rather well to keep herself upright and her shoes on her feet.

They walked a little way along the landing with Jason in tow. He was closer to her now than before, since she had given him the slightest taster of the rest of their evening. Clearly she had whetted his appetite and he was no longer fighting his nerves as much. This was evidenced by the fact that when he walked into her at the door to her parents' bedroom, he had his finger clamped between his teeth to stop himself from laughing. She rolled her eyes and opened the door, allowing them both entry into the forbidden chamber.

The curtains were drawn inside, and the bedsheets were crisp and clean. "Perfect." she breathed just as Jason closed the door behind him and pulled her in for a proper kiss. She smiled against his lips, her hands moving up to the front of his jacket and each hand grabbing onto the opening. She pushed him up against the door as gently as she could, so not to make a noise. Pulling his jacket open, she moved it over his shoulders, coaxing him into maneouvering his body to allow the easy discarding of the coat.

Her lips explored his more as she let the jacket hang where it was on his arms, her hands now moving up towards his neck and around to the hair at the back of his head. Running her fingers through it she deepened the kiss. Since they first started their relationship, it had always been Jason who had moved things on from a gentle kiss on the lips. Tonight, though, Sam had the upper hand, and she was most certainly going to use it.

“Perfect.”

Were they allowed to talk now? Raising his eyebrow at that, he merely grinned before pulling her in. He wasn’t sure what was perfect, but he wasn’t going to argue against it. The kiss had him a little excited for the coming events, especially with her roaming hands. His own hands moved over her hips and up the back of the coat to draw her in. At least, until she pushed him against the door. Surprised, he pulled back long enough to look down at her, having expected a loud thud to accompany it—nothing.

Jason had long enough to grin before she was fumbling with his jacket, and he pushed forward slightly with his elbows against the door, feeling the material at the edge of his shoulders. Though her returned lips distracted him, he was able to mess with the jacket a little bit. He shook his body slightly, shaking his arms until he felt it slip farther down. Finally it hung down near his hands, falling forgotten to the floor. His hands came back to her back, a soft moan escaping against her lips as her fingers ran through his hair. Soft spot.

He was like putty for her to mold as she wished. After a few brief moments, he couldn’t handle it, and his fingers started to undo the buttons of her coat. He leaned forward into her, forcing her back a step or two, loving the heels and taking a little extra time because of them. He had no idea what it was like to wear them, but couldn’t imagine they were easy. Especially those tall suckers. Finally Jason pulled back, catching his breath as he grasped the belt around her waist, glancing over her shoulder at the room, finally taking in a look.

From the low lighting, he could see everything looked very… clean. Almost unlived in. His eyes flashed and he grinned, nodding to the bed. His eyes moved back to her face, finally unhooking the belt and starting to pull the strap out of the loops.

She felt his fingers fumble with the buttons of her coat and bit her lip, allowing her eyes to flutter closed for a few seconds. It was nice, after the last week, to know that he wanted this just as much as she did; to know he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. He moved forward and she forced her eyes open once more, needing her sight to be able to keep her balance whilst retreating backwards towards the bed.

His hands moved down to the belt that held her coat fastened, and the mischievous grin that graced his features as he nodded to the bed forced her to take a deep breath as her heart started to beat faster.

"Wait-" Her hand found his and held it where it was, stopping him from carrying on with the undoing of her belt. Her eyes flickered to the pocket of her coat and back up to his face. Letting go of his hand, she dug her own into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a small, pewter hip flask. She held it up and leaned closer to Jason so that her lips lightly touched his ear. "A little something to make the evening even more enjoyable." Her voice was barely detectable, yet every syllable she spoke rang in her own ears.

She pulled away with a smirk, unscrewed the lid on the flask and hovered it in front of her lips momentarily, her eyes unrelenting in their inspection of his own. The flask touched her lips and she closed her eyes as she let some firewhisky slip down her throat. The burning sensation was both painful and pleasurable at the same time, and it took a moment after she had drank from the flask for the smoldering feeling to subside. She let her eyes open slowly and ran her tongue along her lips as she held the flask out to him.

Ensuring the flask was in his hand securely, she released herself from his grasp and backed away from him once more. Biting her lower lip, she picked up where he had left off, pulling the unbuckled belt through the loops one-by-one, slowly but with purpose. She looked down almost shyly as she parted the coat, revealing a wrapover chemise and blue pearl necklace. She let the coat drop to the ground, and stepped over it backwards so the backs of her legs touched the cold wood of the mahogany four-poster bed. Her parents' marital bed. Her left hand snaked up and grasped onto the bottom left post of the bed as she finally raised her eyes to meet his.

Inclining her head slightly towards the post, she surveyed him through feline-like narrowed eyes. "So how do you intend on making it up to me?" The right corner of her mouth curved up slightly into a smirk that matched the expression on her face.

“Wait-“

He stopped at her words, though he didn’t want to. Biting his lower lip, he let out a soft groan, glancing up from the belt to her face. What did she want him to wait on? He saw her glance down, though he was a little slower than her, and she was all ready looking back at him as he stared, trying to figure out what she was motioning to. An undignified grunt escaped him as she pulled her hand from his, his eyes flashing up to her as his hand attempted to get hers back.

Clearly she wasn’t having it. Not that he had to wait long to find out what, his eyes catching the flask out of the corner of his eyes. Glancing down to it, he took in a slow breath of her as she leaned in—his eyes glanced to the flask, his head turned to the side, and he played a well rehearsed kiss on her neck. She tasted delicious, and it was all he could do to not draw her in for more.

“A little something to make the evening even more enjoyable.”

A shiver ran down his back from her voice whispering into his ear. Watching her as she pulled back, he wasn’t sure whether the alcohol was a good thing to indulge in or not. He was bound to be louder with it, and would also last… wait. Was she trying to get him a little tipsy so it was harder to actually finish? No. Surely she wouldn’t do that to try and help his ego… Surely it was just him being silly. Almost nodding to himself, he felt slightly reassured. She just wanted to spice things up a bit, right?

Not that she gave his mind much time to think on it, what with her seductive flask sipping. He reached out, taking the flask though his eyes hadn’t moved from her lips, licking his own as he watched her tongue. Blinking, he smirked at her before lifting the flask to his lips. He started to take a sip when she backed away—he coughed, covered his mouth as he choked, and silently suffered as he held his breath. Luckily it hadn’t been very much Firewhiskey, and though it burned in areas it shouldn’t have gone, he found his breath quicker than he’d expected.

Then she was removing the coat, and his eyes widened, the flask slowly moving down to hang at his side. When she opened it, they widened dramatically and he subconsciously stepped forward before he stopped himself. His breath left him in sudden admiration, his tongue moving over his lips like a lion admiring his tastiest wildebeest. She was going to play that part this time, whether she knew it or not.

Or perhaps this was just the lioness’ well laid trap. Either way, he wasn’t complaining. His breath was coming a little quicker, taking her in, admiring the chemise that he was all ready thinking of ripping off her.

“So how do you intend on making it up to me?”

She was good at making him weak. He felt an odd sensation come over him before he stepped forward, slowly matching her smirk. One foot over the coat, another, and he was standing in front of her. “By making you cry out to Merlin.” He gave her a playful wink before pulling his long sleeved shirt over his head, tossing it easily aside. The gray vest, if he recalled correctly, was something she'd enjoyed before. Still in the trousers, he glanced over her, his eyes settling on her curves as he leaned against the post with one hand.

His other hand lifted to her shoulder, his fingertips lightly trailing down the chemise, over her scantily clad chest, tugging down slightly on the material, grinning as he forced a nicer view. Then he continued on his journey, his trailing finger finding its way down further, moving against her thigh as he fingered the silky material. Jason held his hand there, finally looking up and focusing on her face. He stepped forward, easing his hand around her smooth skin until he rested his palm on her cheek, drawing her into him.

Her earlobe made an excellent home for his lips. Or it did as he stood there, his free hand running along the length of her arm. Finally he grasped her hand, lifting it slightly before pulling it in towards them. His hand on her cheek gave a surprising smack before he suddenly pushed forward. Assisting her with her legs, he settled between them. The trousers he had on were in the way, and starting to be uncomfortable, shrinking.

So it didn’t take him long to devise a plan. Stepping back away from her suddenly, nearly tripping over the coat, he grasped his belt and tugged it loose, grinning as the metal clanked together. Then his fingers undid the top button, far enough away she could enjoy the show. It wasn’t long before he’d undone the zip, watching her face as the clinks ran out. A thumb dug in on either side, finally pushing them down, feeling as they fell quickly down to clatter on the floorboards. Stepping out of them, he tried not to feel too self conscious—the black and gray boxer briefs were smaller than he was used to, and accentuated certain parts more.

He thought she would admire the pirate symbol on the side, though. Since they were being rebellious and all…

“By making you cry out to Merlin.”

A grin spread across her face. "That sounds..." He pulled his shirt over his head and her eyes appraised his torso. "...like a good start." She shivered slightly under the touch of his fingers as they moved over the silky material that covered a fair bit of her skin, but still showed quite a lot too. That was what she had been going for when she very carefully chose her outfit; she wanted something that would come across as both elegant but also something that would leave his mouth watering. Apparently, she had chosen right.

His hand made its way down to her thigh, but his eyes stayed on hers. He pulled her against him and she fought against the urge to stop taking things so slowly. But they had to. This whole scenario had to be very carefully executed, ensuring mimimal damage when it came to the possibility of her parents noticing that something was happening upstairs. She sighed as his lips found her ear, her hand tightening against the bedpost. Then his hand ran the length of her arm and pulled her hand away from the post as his legs forced her own apart slightly.

Her brow flinched slightly as he pulled away. Why- her lips curved up into a smile as she saw him step back and start unfastening his trousers. As the trousers fell down to his ankles and he stepped out from them, her head tilted to the side slightly and admired the pirate motif on the side of his boxers. "Very fitting," she murmured with approval as she moved towards him and let her fingers trace against the pirate symbol, "Both the boxers and the symbol." She grinned at him as she pushed her body up against his and kissed him, one of her hands coming up to his shoulder and the other moving round to the back of his head to make sure his lips stayed where she wanted them.

“That sounds… like a good start.”

He thought she might like that. He felt her eyes more than saw her, as he was working on his shirt. Jason considered taking off the vest as well, that had started to pull up with the shirt before he separated the two. So when he had it off, he rolled his shoulders, fixed the back of the vest, and then focused on her and the tantalizing outfit she had chosen for this occasion. Absolutely breathtaking…

Jason didn’t think he’d make a very good strip tease person. Sure, he could have fun with it, and he would readily employ whatever he could to pull it off—but he doubted it would come off very appealing. And probably a little fruity, so it was best his brother didn’t hear of it. Not that Jason told him about what Sam and he got up to, of course. Not in so many details. If he mentioned it, it was about what Sam was doing to Jason, not the other way around. Or if it was, it was just about how awesome he was.

“Very fitting.”

He smirked and watched as she came closer. The boxers were for her, as they weren’t necessarily the most comfortable he could wear, and the material felt a bit small and unprotecting. Of course, his worries were ebbing away as her fingers came out to move along the symbol. Glancing down, he grinned in excitement. He nodded slowly, agreeing that both were fitting. The boxers were very fit, making all too obvious what was happening. Still… with the dim lighting, it wasn’t quite as bad as it could be.

Plus, she could run her fingers a few inches to the side and find out what was going on. Then she was up against him, and he kissed her back, his hands lightly holding her side and his fingers wrapping back to hold on to her lower backside. With her fingers in his hair on the back of his head, he was in heaven. And so, he decided to get a little more comfortable. Since he didn’t want her to trip on herself, he pulled away from her lips long enough to catch a breath before scooping her up in his arms, threshold style, walking to the bed and helping her down on to it.

Then he leaned over her, feeling the soft bedding and giving it an appreciative tug. One knee found its way between hers, lifting him over her and on to the bed, the other resting against the side of the bed as he straddled one of her bare legs. His lips moved from her lips to her neck to the open area of chest between the material of the chemise, not wasting time as his fingers pulled down on one shoulder strap. He let out a noisy breath, sitting up long enough to start tugging the other down as well, suddenly needing to see her without that last bit of decency covering her more intimate parts.

She took the opportunity to catch her breath as he pulled back, but found that she needed just as much air in her lungs when his arms came under her legs and supported her back, and he scooped her up. She let out a small exlamation of surprise, but quickly clamped her hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise, lest her parents - or younger sister, who would no doubt have holed herself away in the next bedroom - hear.

As Jason let her down on the bed there was a slight bounce from the firm mattress, but the eiderdown quilt was soft, fluffy and warm. There was no time wasted before Jason was kissing her neck and down her chest, his fingers tugging the flimsy straps of the chemise over her shoulders. She took a deep breath in as his fingers wandered over the material. One strap down, another being tackled. He pulled the other down over her arm, and once he had let go of it, she took hold of his hand and guided it to the laces that fastened the chemise at her left hand side. What good were laces if they weren't untied? She remembered a quote from a fashion magazine, that stated 'the ultimate seduction lies in the slow pleasure of unlacing'. It was for this exact reason she had purchased the piece of material that barely covered her.

"Unfastening it makes things so much easier."

Feeling her hand slowing him down, he allowed her to move it over. Feeling the laces, he grinned and swallowed, trying to calm himself down and take it slower. A gentle reminder?

“Unfastening it makes things so much easier.”

A chuckle escaped his mouth as he glanced up to her face, momentarily stopped in his quest to get the chemise off in the most Neanderthal way. Really, she had him ready to sit and roll over for her when she took the coat off—Merlin, even before that! He did come all the way to her parents house because she’d wanted it. Risked who knew what at the hands of people who didn’t like him so she could have a good time. So she didn’t need the chemise.

Though he wouldn’t go so far as to say he regretted her putting it on. It was lovely, and were he not so eager for her, he might have taken time to enjoy it. To tease her with it. When they were alone, at home, without the risk of unexpected interruptions, when he had time. Then again, it was kind of exciting, not knowing if they were going to get caught or not.

“But it’s not nearly as much fun.” Leaning down, he kissed her lips, the side of her lips, a little of her cheek, before pulling away. Jason sat next to her on the bed, helping her up before his fingers found the lace. Gently he tugged at them, allowing the tie to be undone, his eyes moving from the task to her face. As close as he was, he could enjoy the comfort of her lips or tease her and pull away.

Finally he felt the release of tension in the tie, and he gently pulled it apart, taking in a slow breath as he revealed his present. Sliding the chemise off her right arm, he pressed his lips to her shoulder, following behind the strap to her upper arm, pulling back as she assisted in removing that arm. Reaching around her back from the left, he grasped her wrist of her right hand and held it firmly behind her, kissing her lips. Pressing his body up against her, he deepened the kiss, his other hand moving up over her thigh, slowly making its way up the half that he’d uncovered.