have_no_mercy | (no subject)

The story of her life.

She toes her shoes off to be a more reasonable height and leans her head back to give him more access.

"It's always the shoes you want off first."

'No point straining my neck. Or you could just lie down.'

He's not letting her lie down yet, kissing along her collarbone and holding her close against his body. There is something bothering him though.

'I could do with a shower. Why don't you come with me?'

"A shower?"

She's a little surprised at the request, but who is she to turn down cleanliness?

"We can do that."

He is slightly confused at her surprise.

'I told you, I spent all morning in a dusty room. I feel like I'm breathing chalk.'

Plus, he's a fastidious little bastard even at this age, even if he disguises it at times. He is always going to prefer to be clean.

'C'mon.'

He takes her hand, and leads her off to the bathroom. Vaguely wondering what the odds of her having some male-oriented toiletries might be, and thinking probably low.

Low to none is closer to the reality. Not only does she not have men in her room often, but they don't stick around long enough to need toiletries.

The bathroom has a little more to it - there's a jacuzzi tub adjacent to a large, tiled shower - but overall it's about as plain as the rest of the suite.

Clearly, Tess is not one of those fussy women who need lots of things to be around.

Jacuzzi!

'...oh, we have got to fuck in that.'

Like, right now. He turns to Tess and starts unbuttoning her blouse, nudging her head up a little so he can kiss her throat.

"If you'd like."

She murmurs this as she obliges his nudging, lifting her chin.

'You don't mind?'

It's a perfunctory question because in his head, they're doing it. He's only been in a hot tub once before, briefly, and there was no sex in it. But he'll appear to be open to suggestions, sucking gently at neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, as he unbuttons her blouse and pulls it from her skirt.

She grins.

"No, I don't mind."

She then tries to be helpful, shrugging the blouse onto the floor.

Excellent, he means he can get at her bra, which is the interesting bit of this equation. Unlike most teenage boys, he has no trouble with the clasp and murmurs appreciation as he kisses a line down the swell of her breast, and starts licking and sucking her nipple to harness.

'You do have condoms, yes?'

He does not, having recently used all his up. He should have got more at the bar, come to think of it.

"Mmm. In the dresser in the other room."

Not that she wants him to stop, but she pulls away to go get a box, returning just a moment later.

Then she grabs at his shirt and starts on those buttons.

She can kiss him and unbutton him at the same time, just like he can put her tits in his hands and stroke her nipples with his thumbs. He may lean more towards men than women, but it doesn't stop him appreciating this about them.

'You feel good.'

Worth noting - or rather, he assumes she'll notice - that he's in quite remarkable shape at the moment. He's taken to exercise to try and tire himself out, because sleeping is a problem now he's working more. As a result, he's touching on too thin but everything's packed muscle over bone.

She definitely notices once his shirt is on the floor and she runs her hands over his bare chest.

"So do you."

Another kiss.

"Taste good, too."

He smiles and slides his arms around her waist, pulling her against him so he can feel her all the way up his body.

'I suppose I'll get in trouble if I put you in the water half-dressed.'

Will he get in trouble for leaving a mark on her neck? Oops. Too late.

She drapes her arms over his shoulders, tilting her head.

"I have other clothes, if that's what you're worried about."

'Terrified.'

Because he a person who worries? Whatever; he's laughing as he sinks down and wraps around the top of her thighs, lifting her as he straightens. He sucks another kiss into her neck as he walks to the Jacuzzi; he's careful stepping over the edge, but keeps her solid in his arms, alight with mischief as he sinks her into the water.

'You can bill me for the laundry,' he murmurs and kisses her deep, pressing her against the edge and pulling one of her legs around his waist.

She's more than a little surprised when he lifts her up, not to mention carries her into the tub. The sound she makes will make that clear and that she clings to him as he moves.

By the time she's in the tub she's laughing softly, going along with him completely.

He kisses the laughter right off her lips, fumbling the button of her skirt because he's pushing it up at the same time. But then-

'There's supposed to be bubbles.'

Where's the 'on' switch? He stretches over her to look...then swears in Gaelic, and pulls a lighter, his cigarettes, and a wad of sodden bank notes out of his trouser pocket.

'Bollocks.'

Oh well. He tosses it all over the edge, and finds the button to get the jets going.

You pay the price for mischief.

"They're back there."

She tries to point, but there are things in her way like Jim's neck. She decides kissing that is better because after all, he is a smart boy and she's sure he can figure it out.

And then there are bubbles and her confidence in him is confirmed.

Strong bubbles too! They threaten to push distance between them, and he's not having that. He catches her around the waist and pulls her to him, getting her skirt up out of the way so he can press between her legs. He bends to nuzzle at her chest, kissing underneath one breast and finding her nipple to play with.

Sitting around in a Jacuzzi is probably boring, but he's thinking fucking in one will be brilliant.

It feels a bit like having sex in the ocean, only with less sand. Which is a good thing.

His skin is is silky and slippery so she wraps an arm around his neck to hold on, grinding down against him. His breath on her breasts drags a moan out of her, as her other hand fumbles with his pants.

Yeesssss, that's good, he likes that. He grins up at her and pushes a hand between her legs, pressing the heel of it against her to give something nice and solid to grind on.

'Do you bring all your boys in here, Tess?'

His tongue flickers over her nipple, then sucks it between his lips. His fingers stroke the edge of her panties, dipping underneath and back out again.

'Or do you come and play on your own?'

"You think I've just got them lined up, do you?"

It would be funny if he weren't doing what he's doing, distracting her from such things.

There's another moan before she can continue.

"It's usually a private party."

It's funny to Jim. He does not, in fact, think she's got them lined up. His unique status aside, he thinks she'd need a lot more persuading if she did this a lot with other people.

He's not stupid enough to say any of that. He teases with his lips instead, and slips two fingers inside her.

'I'd like to see that party, but I wouldn't be able to stop myself joining in.'

He's not wrong.

"Maybe next time."

This is whispered and then she bites his ear lobe, gently enough, as his fingers enter her.