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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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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.

"Thank you."

She finishes her drink and reaches for the bottle.

"I can't say that I've led much of a charmed life, but maybe luck will be in my favour today."

'Now I don't know if you're just playing with me, and you're about to toss me out on my ear.'

He pushes the bottle closer for her, and holds his glass out for a top-up.

'My trousers have to dry out before I go anywhere, because I'm not borrowing one of your skirts.'

"What's life without a little mystery?"

She pours for them both, then settles again.

"If you really wanted I could go down and get clothes for you from Bar."

'If I really want - like, if I actually don't want to fuck you again after all?'

He nudges her leg with his foot, smug as hell.

'I think I probably do.'

"Well, you have options, is what I'm saying."

The last thing she wants is for him to feel trapped.

'I do like having options.'

She's so considerate. He puts his glass down, and holds out his hand to her.

'C'mere.'

Considerate? Not really. She just doesn't want to have to deal with a caged lion. A young one at that.

She takes his hand and moves toward him.

"Mmm?"

He puts his hands under her backside, and pulls her so she's straddling his lap.

'I like your tits, too.'

He applies his mouth to one of them, licking a slow, wet line along the underside.

Tess has no problem accommodating him with this and settles on his lap easily.

"I can see that."

She arches her back, leaning into his touch.

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.