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He's happy to oblige, though his breath's tight from the sensation of her leg holding him in. He pushes down on her hips as he kisses her, forcing every thrust to stay deep, and slips his hand flat between them so the rhythm nudges her clit up against his fingers. Everything's slippy in the water, and he's not sure he loves the lack of friction but fuck it, it's still getting him there.

The water bubbling and now his hand pressing against her is almost too much. Clamping down on him hard, she leans her head back into the water, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Oh, yeah. Don't stop. Please don't."

Stop? No.

He moans and arches up off her just once, leaving a couple of seconds to burrow his fingers into her folds and find her clit properly. Two fingers sit either side of it and then he presses back down, his body rubbing over the top, friction on the sides, his cock hard and stringing inside. He loves the feel of nails in his skin, and the sound of her voice when he touches her just right.

'Keep going. I won't stop.'

He's going to love the noise that comes out of her now, not quite a moan that gets caught in her throat, the sensations starting to overwhelm her. Still, she raises her hips in rhythm with his own trying to get even more.

As she grabs at him, her mouth trails down the side of his neck with little bites along the way.

She raises her hips and he could be nice and just let her rise through the rhythm they've already set. But she's so tight and the water makes a cocoon where it's all so hot, he can't help but push on. His balls are getting tight and pulling up to his body, and she's right there, grabbing him and forcing more so that's what he gives her. It's rough now, but he stays close and holds her tight, jockeying hard and groaning into her neck.

She barely manages to gasp out his name at this point. Just one more little thrust up and it all comes tumbling down, not just jet waves crashing against her.

Moaning through the tension coursing throughout her body she still holds him close, her heart racing and hands rubbing him all over.

He laughs in soft delight, and keeps right on going. He'd be amazed to learn that he'll have difficulty with this in future years; right now, everything feels great, and he has no trouble whatsoever in letting his voice rise, groaning pleasure into her neck as it crests up through him. He doesn't fight it, and comes with one last, brutal, jerk, locking up rigid as he lets go, squeezing her just as tight as she's got him.

Tess notices the difference, but isn't about to bring the subject up. Pretty much ever. Her hands run down his back to squeeze his ass gently, encouraging him along.

He relaxes slowly, breathing hard but smiling on the endorphin high. The water removes the usual problem of stickiness and swear, and means he can just chill. And she's nice and comfortable for the time being.

'I like this Jacuzzi.'

He gently bites down on her shoulder, laughs, and raises up to look down at her face.

She's still half submerged in the water which is thankfully, still warm. There's a smile on her face, too, her wet hair plastered down around her shoulders.

"I do, too."

He kisses her once - and quite sweetly - then has to negotiate getting the condom off in the swirling water. He brings her upright and sits her down, then sorts it out carefully. It occurs to him that fucking in this much water might not have been the safest option, but it all seems fine.

He dunks his head to freshen up, messes his hair up and finally gets rid of the rest of his clothes, which feels a lot better.

'I hope the staff'll clean up this mess.'

Because he's sure as hell not going to do it.

It's not like Tess isn't taking her own precautions as well. She sits with an arm draped over each side of the tub and draws her knees to her chest to give him a bit more room.

"They'd better. I pay for it."

Damnit, his cigarettes were ruined, weren't they? Nightmare.

'Have you got any alcohol?'

He might even get one for her, if she's lucky.

Does she have any alcohol. Tess feels like laughing.

"Of course, at the bar in the main room. Help yourself."

Yeah yeah, stupid question. Jim hops out of the tub, hangs his trousers up to dry and disappears, returning a minute later with a bottle, two glasses and ice.

'Why haven't you got better rooms?' he asks, vaulting back in with a splash.

'You can afford it.'

Her skirt has joined her blouse on the floor and she's just relaxing in the tub while he's gone.

"There didn't seem to be a point."

She half shrugs.

"I can go home whenever I want."

Jim hands her a glass, pours his win drink down his throat and refills it before relaxing as well.

'It just seems pointless to stay anywhere that isn't nice. I bet you don't use standard hotel rooms when you have to go away at home.'

It occurs to him he doesn't know much about where she comes from, other than the few things his older self told him. Eh, it doesn't seem important.

She takes the glass, sipping it lightly before relaxing back again.

"I rarely go places where I don't own property or a penthouse. I only have this room at all so I can sleep off a hangover, or for situations like these."

''Situations like these'.'

He smirks over the rim of his glass.

'Very genteel. How often do you this with guys from downstairs?'

She laughs softly.

"There's just you and one other man."

She sips her drink.

"I told you I didn't have a line."

'Me me, or old me as well?'

Not that it really matters, but he can't help being curious.

"You you. Not that older you and I didn't have our moments together, but it's mostly a curiosity we've satisfied."

Because she isn't telling him he's gone monogamous.

He thinks about this with purposefully shifty eyes.

'Is he better than me?'

He kind of hopes so, because that would make sense and it'll mean fun things to come in later life. On the other hand, no one likes to hear they're not already perfect, especially a narcissist like him.

A smile.

"I wouldn't say better as much as more refined. But he doesn't have your youthful vigour."

'That's a very diplomatic answer.'

And he's happy about it. Zero ego has been bruised! Nice going, Tess.

'My youthful vigour might give you another go in a minute, if you're lucky.'

His youthful vigour is also planning to go and find Sherlock after this, but that's the great thing about being sixteen. The only great thing.