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Next in the 'Remedied' series, following on a few hours after Nothing To Smile About. Rated NC-17 for sexual situations. If you're not old enough...shoo!
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Frowning, Sam opened her eyes.
There was an arm around her waist. Not that she minded, but it definitely hadn't been there when she'd fallen asleep.
Studying the faintly lit room with drowsy eyes, she smiled. The candles had burnt down quite a way casting the room further in shadow, but for the first time in recent memory she felt warm, comfortable. Not entirely at peace, but definitely secure.
Evidently knowing she was awake, his mouth pressed against her neck as his hand flexed across her stomach.
Smiling, she snuggled back against him. "We moved." She couldn't believe she'd slept through that.
"Had to," He shrugged. "You were getting a little heavy on the ol' legs."
"How long was I out?"
"Couple of hours,"
Yeah - that'd track with the candles. Then she didn't much care about the candles as he kissed, and nibbled, at her neck again. Shivering she arched her neck, her nipples puckering.
She was a little surprised at her reaction, and by the fact that he was even kissing her. Since losing the baby, neither one of them had been particularly interested in sex; in fact they hadn't made love at all since the day before it happened.
Touching hadn't been high on their agenda's either, though the sleeping situation had at least improved over the last couple of days.
But, she decided, as the hand previously on her stomach now moved beneath her top, there was nothing wrong with a little making out.
As she angled her head back towards him he shifted until he was leaning over her, their mouths meeting in slow, leisurely contacts, the hand under her top gently kneading her right breast through her bra, a thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple.
Shivering again she temporarily broke the kiss, turning towards him and forcing him to remove his hand, their lips meeting for deeper and deeper kisses as she faced him.
Her hand slipped beneath his arm, grabbing his waist to pull him closer; her leg hooking over his except there wasn't a lot of room, so her knee ended up pressing into the back of the sofa.
Sam didn't particularly care - or really notice - as his hand slid down her shoulder, her side, and then moved to cup her ass, kisses becoming increasingly frantic.
She was *seriously* beginning to enjoy herself when she felt him. Surprised, she broke away from the kiss but kept her body wrapped around his, breathing heavily.
Okay. *That* had gotten seriously out of control.
He looked a little frustrated himself, moistening his lips as he fought for breath. Still, he didn't pull her back again, didn't kiss her again; did nothing except stare back at her and then eventually rest his forehead against hers.
She knew why. Despite his obvious arousal he wasn't expecting anything else to happen tonight, and wasn't about to push the matter either. Quirking one half of her mouth up in an almost smile, her hand now moved to caress the back of his head.
God knew actually feeling him pressing against her had caused a momentary spike of fear. Almost panic. Not that she didn't want to make love to him, but just for a split-second there was the ridiculous thought:
What if it happened again?
What if she got pregnant and...? They could use protection, certainly, but nothing was a hundred per cent effective. There was still always the *chance*.
And that was when she knew.
Blinking back tears and tilting her head slightly to one side, she pressed her lips against his, the hand on his head urging his mouth closer.
And again.
And again.
"Sam..."
And again.
Pausing, she pulled her head away to study him again. "If you don't want to then we won't," She told him quietly. Physically he did and though psychologically was another matter, she suspected he thought that *she* didn't want to. Her nails dragged over his hair as she held his gaze. "But I think this is important, Jack."
He looked at her silently for a while, doing his own share of frowning. Eventually, having made his decision (whatever it was), his hand came up to touch the side of her face with his fingers. "So do I,"
Relieved, her smile widened, and they shifted, helping each other to move off the sofa and stand up. Holding hands they headed for the corridor, Sam picking up a candle as they passed the table.
A few moments later they reached the bedroom, and as Sam placed the candle on the bedside table, Jack drew the curtains.
They drifted towards the foot of the bed, and slowly, carefully, they began undressing each other. The boots were rather inelegantly dealt with (but what else was new?), but after a few moments of awkwardness and humour, hands drifted to clothes. Layers were peeled off slowly as they paused frequently to kiss a mouth or body part. When his shirt came off she spent a good thirty seconds focusing her attention on his shoulder blades - though couldn't help but catch her nails gently on his nipples, resulting in a growl and his face nuzzling into her neck.
Now standing only in her underwear, she let him unhook her bra - she knew he liked doing it, and frankly she liked him doing it when he cupped her breasts afterwards and briefly, groin-tingly, teased them with his tongue.
"Too many clothes," She muttered; he was, after all, still wearing his pants. A pair of impatient hands quickly took care of those; un-buttoning and un-zipping, helping him to step out of them and touching him some place that made him curse on her way back up.
"On the bed," He ordered darkly, eyes glittering, and without even questioning it Sam found herself sitting on the edge of the bed and then scooting her way along it, until she reached the pillows.
She loved that tone in his voice. She'd *always* loved that tone in his voice.
Taking off the boxer shorts himself, he bent down, placed both hands on the foot of the bed...and kissed a toe.
And then another toe.
And then an ankle.
With each kiss he moved further up her body, further onto the bed. Leg...knee...thigh...*inner* thigh (she squirmed at that one)...hip...stomach...breast...
Oh, breasts!
His mouth stopped there, tasting, sucking; when he gently bit on her left nipple she yelped at the rush of pleasure, her hands trying to urge his body upwards.
Complying eventually his mouth found hers fiercely, lips crashing together as her hands roamed over his arms and back, gasping at the feel of his chest rubbing against hers; the insistent pressure of his arousal.
His left hand skimmed over her side, down to her hips, over her underwear and gliding, teasing - never quite touching - her inner thigh.
He hadn't even touched her yet, but the delicate tug of pleasure was starting to build inside.
Ending the latest kiss she arched her body up towards him. "Jack..." She didn't care how desperate she sounded, he needed to touch her, *now*.
Seeming to understand his hand went back to her underwear, but apparently determined to tease her further his thumb went under the edge - but that was all. As he kissed her again his thumb moved along the edge, drifting from one side to another.
Suddenly he moved, off of her, off of the bed, leaving Sam feeling surprised, bereft, and understandable frustrated. "What are-?"
When he leant back over the edge of the bed and his fingers wrapped around the edges of her underwear, she stopped complaining.
Eagerly lifting her hips she watched as he pulled the last piece of clothing free, casting them aside, before speaking. "Bend your knees," He told her. "Put your feet on the bed."
*So* knowing where this was heading, she did as instructed.
"And," He moved back onto the bed, a hand rubbing over her knee, thigh, as he lowered his body - his head - between her legs. "No touching."
And then he tasted her.
Her head bent back, her hands flinging out to grasp at the covers as he teased, worked, rubbed over her, her hips automatically moving towards his mouth.
He didn't stop, and when he teased her with a firm lick right over her clitoris, her heels dug into the bed. "That," She panted. "Do tha-" He did again. And again, and again, Sam's hands grasped at the covers, taking fistful's of material, oh God and it was almost too much, and he was doing it again, and it was almost too much, and he was doing it again, again, oh God oh God, ohGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGod-
She yelled as she came, eyesight temporarily diminished, body tingling, hairs standing on end as his mouth rode her through it.
When her body slumped down feeling *fantastic*, as she searched for breath, he moved away from her to move up the bed. When he lay next to her she smiled at him, leaning in for a kiss, never tiring of the taste of herself on him - and extremely pleased with how the taste of her had even gotten there.
A while later she touched his shoulder and pushed him onto his back, kissing as they rolled, only pulling away as she straddled him.
His hands locked onto her hips, causing her to meet his gaze.
She knew what he was asking, one last time, and she loved him for it.
Her response was by action; holding him gently as she slowly lowered herself onto him, adjusting, closing her eyes. When she stopped moving she met his gaze again, her hand seeking his. Fingers meshed together, and at her urging he sat up.
Wrapping her arms around him, she lowered her mouth towards his, eyes shining with unshed tears. "Together," She whispered, feeling his hands flex on her waist, his mouth on her lips, and the flash of pleasure as she began to move.
~FINIS