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Tess leads Jim upstairs to her room and shows him inside.

Hopefully, he's not looking to be impressed. As usual, her room is spartan with only the necessities in sight.

But really, the necessities are all they're going to need.

"Come on in."

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Jim watches her face, dragging over her nipple and then worrying it between his lips. Yeah, he definitely wants to go again. He likes the way she responds to him, it's hot.

'What do you like?'

He runs his palm down her spine, holding her as she arches.

'Tell me.'

"I like what you're doing here."

His mouth on her breast feels good.

"And I like being touched."

Oddly, when it's not connected to sex, she hates being touched. But his hands seem to know what they're doing.

His other one slides up her ribs and cups her other breast, so he can use his wet thumb to tease. He's always been pretty confident with touch, and not afraid to use it.

'Do you want to stay in here?'

He doesn't care either way.

She lets out a satisfied noise.

"It is starting to get a little cold.

'Mm.'

Hot, cold, he doesn't care. They'll warm up soon enough. Her call, though.

'Well then, where d'you fancy it? Ladies' choice.'

She shifts back and takes one of his hands.

Let's be boring and go to bed."

'You're asking me to be boring?'

RUDE.

Fine, though; if he's getting laid, he's not about to complain. He stands up and gets out, letting her keep his hand to steady herself.

'Bring the scotch?'

He'll bring the condoms.

"I know. The very gall of it."

She steps out of the tub and leans over to turn off the jets. Then she grabs a big, fluffy towel to quickly dry herself off.

"Of course."

He would point out all the ways in which she's asked for a terrible thing, but he's not his older self. While the world is boring so far, he's still burdened with the beautiful hope that things are going to get more interesting soon. So he just laughs, makes a perfunctory effort with the nearest towel, and...oh wait. Cigarettes.

He opens the front door stark naked, and waits for a waitrat to pass so he can order a fresh pack and lighter. That done, he comes to the bed to join her.

'Do I still have to prove myself?' He pushes his hand into her hair, and draws her in for a kiss. 'Or are you going to put me where you want me?'

Tess just rolls her eyes at him as he opens the door and waits for cigarettes.

"No, you've done a very good job."

Then she pushes him down on his back and straddles his lap again.

"Do you want me to boss you around?"

He grins, delighted.

'You could try. I can't promise I'll behave.'

He has no interest in being dominated by a woman, or even most men. But he does like flipping the tables, so he lets her push him down, sliding his hands up her thighs when she's on him.

She leans down so their noses are almost touching.

"Do you ever behave?"

He stares right up into her eyes, his mouth curled in amused scorn as he enunciates clearly.

'Ne-e-ver.'

"I didn't think so."

She sits back up, slowly dragging her fingers down along his chest.

"You wouldn't be as much fun if you did."

Mmmm yes, he likes that. He wriggles his hips under her, pushing up to feel her against him.

'You wouldn't think I deserved a category all my own.'

And he would be heartbroken to lose that. Heartbroken.

"You wouldn't deserve it."

She wiggles her own hips. She's still very wet and not from the jacuzzi.

"You'd just be one of the good boys."

'Oh, sweetheart-'

A smile spreads, all languor and cheek.

'-you know I deserve everything you're about to give me.'

He strokes a fingertip along the thin skin at the base of her abdomen. He's stiffening fast, rubbing tight up against wet heat.

'I'll never be one of the good boys.'

"Being one of the good boys is pretty boring."

Which is about her problem these days. She's bored. Jim's fun.

Her hips shift again, nails lightly being drawn down his chest.

He fixes his teeth in his lower lip, and his hands make their way to her ass. He ushers her up just a little to give him room, and so she can come back down and rub warmly along his length.

'I wouldn't know. You'd have to tell me what it's like.'

Oh, that feels good.

"It's a lot of helping old ladies across the street and rescuing kittens from trees."

Maybe not exactly, but it's close.

It does feel good. Hot, and slippery. He works his hips back and forth, letting her get him wet, and offering help by slipping his thumb into her folds and touching it to her clit.

'I'll pass. I'm not a fan of old ladies, or kittens.'

She gasps and lets her head fall back, hands coming to rest on his hips.

"Figured."

Mmm, good. He wiggles his thumb and arches up just a bit, so her weight gives him more friction. He wants to be in her, but this is too pretty a sight not to enjoy.

'Touch your tits. Let me see.'

She locks eyes with him for a moment and smirks. Then she draws her hands up her thighs and along her abdomen to cup her breasts.

It's something she enjoys for herself, not just as a show for someone else. Her hands caress her chest slowly, rolling her nipples between fingers.

He lets out a noise, almost a growl, and his tongue darts out across his lip. He's fully hard now, rolling up against her, and he slides his fingers down towards the centre of her, dragging them back up wet and slipping over her clit.

His eyes are locked on her hands though, dark and full of intent. His free hand pushes her knee wider, making her spread and push down harder.

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