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Even with how long the walk back to the house is, I'm still tipsy when we get there. Not drunk- I can walk a straight line and recite the alphabet backward, but I would probably find it way more amusing than under normal circumstances. I'm at least glad I wore sneakers instead of real heels. It probably made things easier than I realize. But again- tipsy. Not drunk. Jamie isn't the only one harboring concerns over things he might do under the influence that he's otherwise resolved not to. At least, not just yet.

Layla pushed the door to the house open and knelt to catch Richards before he could run out, part of her dress still gathered in one hand as it had been for most of the walk.

"Hey, there, champ. No wild parties while we were out?"

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Layla kissed him again, hard, leaning into him as she did. With his pants undone she slid off his lap, lying back on the bed but only to more easily pull her shoes off. Having toed them onto the floor, she pushed herself up onto her knees, behind him, and slid her arms around him as she kissed the back of his neck.

"Off," she said, tugging on his pants pocket, although she didn't then immediately make this easier to accomplish so much as she kept exploring the muscles of his neck and back with her mouth.

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A voice in the back of his mind wondered what the point was, but he didn't need telling twice in spite of the pervasive sense of doubt that kept wondering if she was going to follow through with anything, her rejection from Mardi Gras hard to forget even now. Feet planted on the floor, he leaned back against her, lifting his hips off up the mattress just long enough to push his pants down to the floor, kicking them off to the side. His underwear -- black boxer-briefs which should've really surprised no one -- stayed where they were for the time being, though they weren't hiding much.

On a whim, Jamie turned to look over his shoulder, his lips grazing her cheekbone as he tried to keep his breaths measured. It was more difficult than he'd anticipated, Layla as frustrating in this context as in any other. It was part of her charm.

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Definitely improved the view, at least. She pressed up against his back, turning her head to meet his mouth as her right hand fanned out against the skin of chis chest. She slowly slid her palm down, noting but not lingering over the scars it met, across the planes of his stomach. She tugged him back by the shoulder with her other hand, as if to direct him to recline back, then extricated herself from between his body and the bed so that he could. She was completely and totally winging it, but it seemed to be going well. At least, she knew what she was after in the moment.

She pushed his shoulders down and leaned over him, hair sliding over her shoulders in now-messy waves, then dipped her head to kiss him fleetingly, a few times.

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Jamie had an idea -- vague, admittedly, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing -- of where they were potentially headed, and as such, had no inclination to stop her, too curious to see if he was right or if it would all come crashing to a sudden halt. Pushing back her hair with one hand, he deepened one of her fleeting kisses, settling a little better on the bed as he did so, though his legs still hung off the side.

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Layla hummed softly into the kiss, resting against him for a moment, before pulling back to look over his face, gaze keen and observant as ever. She brushed their mouths together twice, kissed him again, then nudged his chin back with the tip of her nose and sucked gently on his Adam's apple. She scraped his neck carefully with her teeth, then moved to the hollow of his throat, lapping at the indentation in his skin with the flat of her tongue. It had taken long enough to get to this point at all, she was damn well going to take her time enjoying it. The feel and taste of him were things she'd wanted for what felt like a hundred years, and obligation to the correct sequence of events be damned, finally getting to experience them was worth what she'd had to go through to get them.

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Wanting to touch her, the angle left something to be desired. Still, he tangled his fingers through her hair, his other hand spread wide against her back, nails pressing gently into her skin. Mixed in with the doubt was the unshakable sense that none of this was actually happening. Feeling wanted at all after what happened with Theresa was a luxury that still struck him as undeserved, though he couldn't find it in him to complain.

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The grooves on his chest were faded compared to the last time she'd seen them. Not by much, maybe, but enough where it struck her again how much time twenty weeks was. She paused, tracing her fingertips over the skin before pressing her lips in a lingering, almost chaste kiss to his sternum.

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'Don't,' is on the tip of my tongue, though I bite back the impulse to give it voice. I once called Layla my salvation, but I deserve every scar I have, and her silent acceptance of all the things I've done and have had done to me is jarring and not, I feel, particularly earned. It's been two years for a reason. Maybe I'm just projecting in thinking that she's the one who's gonna stop this. Maybe it's all on me. Just because I want her, doesn't mean I should...

And now I'm back to months ago. What the hell's wrong with me? Focus, Madrox.

Worrying his lower lip, Jamie averted his gaze from Layla up to the ceiling, blinking a few times to clear his head, all the while hoping she didn't linger there much longer.

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She lifted her head and noticed that his attention was elsewhere. She paused a moment, then slid up his body, straddling his waist, and used both hands on either side of his jaw to turn his head back to her. She curled over and kissed him, twice.

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His hands found her thighs, sliding up and back so that his hold of her was almost possessive, at complete odds with his earlier thought process. Such personal contradiction was nothing out of the ordinary, but if Layla had had an agenda in mind in moving, it had worked -- at least for the time being.

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Layla kissed him more deeply still, to the point where when she pulled back in the next moment her breath was coming a little faster and more audibly. She butted their noses gently together and licked the part of his lips. She'd been moving in a definite direction, to her mind, but they weren't in a hurry. She could take her time.

That was a nice thought.

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Drawing his feet up onto the mattress, he steadied himself underneath her for a moment, knees bent on either side of her. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, crammed sideways on the bed like that, though that wasn't much of a concern with her on top of him. Still, it could benefit from an improvement. Fingers splaying over the small of her back, he pulled her flush against him, keeping her close as he rolled them over so that they were then laying lengthwise. The sudden movement left him more than a little breathless as he appreciated the new vantage point, sliding further down her body even as he ran his hands up her sides.

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Stop the fucking presses, Jamie Madrox just took charge.

Layla gasped at the change in position, the change in weightiness and what pressed where, and how his body felt warm and over her instead of beneath. She moved instinctively to fit against him better, knees hitching over his hips, small of her back pressing up. She stretched in the direction his hands moved, moving her body with them and dragged her lips against his jaw to his ear. Passive had never been Layla's strong point, and there were a million ways to be active in any situation, even if you didn't ostensibly have the upper hand.

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"My earlier warning still stands," he murmured, pressing quick, fleeting kiss to the line of her jaw, her neck, down her shoulder. For a moment he sucked the hollow of her throat, eyes flicking upwards to catch her reaction as he very deliberately rolled his hips forward against hers. "Just say the word."

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Layla would have bet even money that to anyone with fewer available points of view on life her reaction was pretty definite: Her head fell back, the line of her throat taught as her whole body pulsed upward for a moment, and she moaned softly, rocking back against him out of an impulse for more because that had been excellent. It lasted the space of a moment- two, at the outside- but it was a lot to have happen very quickly. She dropped her chin back down so she could kiss him, although she had to settle for the side of his cheekbone, first, and then the corner of his mouth before she properly found his lips.

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There were worse reactions. While there was a part of him that wanted to give into the impulse of blindly grinding against her, he had enough control to keep that much, at least, in check. It was her first time, after all, not his, and he had better ideas on how to give her more of what she was looking for, though his mouth was otherwise occupied at that moment. Easing out of the kiss, he lowered himself further down her body, lips barely grazing her skin until he was distracted once more by her breasts. His eyes fluttered closed as he pressed the flat of his tongue over one nipple, sucking on her warm skin. Then, shifting so that he could lean his weight to one side, he snaked a hand between them, greedy fingers seeking out the inside of her thigh.

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One action alone would have been enough to elicit a moan from her. The series of movements, the feel of his mouth and the sudden, immediate presence of his fingers combined were more than enough. Her hips rolled up a little as her body adjusted under his attentions and she sighed almost fitfully. Her hands slid into his hair, fingernails dragging gently against his scalp, for lack of anything else to do.

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Where his mouth stayed sure, trailing wet, lingering kisses down her abdomen, the same could not be said for his fingers. His thumb brushed against the thin cotton of her panties, teasing and tentative, and he kept his gaze locked on her face, looking for any signs of discomfort, any reason he ought to stop. They hadn't gotten much further than this the last time, and with that benchmark fast approaching, it was hard to think of much else.

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Layla sighed and tossed her head, almost fitfully, far too deeply entrenched in the here and now, for once, to think about the future. Whatever it could have been couldn't have been too bad. Her lashes fluttered for a moment before she opened her eyes to look down at- Jamie's eyes, apparently. She met his gaze and bit her lip, the opposite corner tugging almost wryly and not at all shyly up. It would have been coy, on anyone else it would have been blushing and tentative, but Layla couldn't play at that, even if she had legitimate reason to.

Mostly, the look was affectionate, though it was also wanting.

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Jamie stopped what he was doing, fingers stilling against her as he lifted his mouth from the dip of her hip, licking his lips as he looked up at her through narrowed eyes. She was beautiful, but he already knew that. She also wasn't pushing him away, which was somehow surprising and unsurprising at the same time. Pulling himself further down the bed so that he was situated comfortably between her legs, he sat up, slightly, his thumbs hooking under the elastic of her underwear.

"You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

Hell, she already has.

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Layla pressed her lips together for a moment and if a shadow flickered across her expression it was probably just being cast by her hair as it fell from where it had been pushed back to lie across her forehead.

"Turn about is fair play."

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"Care to clarify?" he asked, eyebrows arched as he gently tugged at the elastic, pulling down her underwear. One hand slipped under her hips to guide her up off the bed to facilitate the process, though his eyes stayed on her face the whole time.

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Her breath caught. She bit her lower lip as her hips lifted, and then had to consciously uncurl her fingers from where they'd started gripping the sheet. She let the breath out slowly, but it was audible and uneven.

"Not now," she said quietly.

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It took a little maneuvering on his part, but he managed to discard the panties with the rest of her clothing in short order, leaving her entirely naked before him. There was a part of him -- a considerably large, vocal part, in fact -- that didn't quite believe this was actually happening, in spite of all the evidence to the contrary. He settled back between her legs, his weight resting on his elbows as he looped his hands around her thighs, fingers brushing against her skin. His own breaths were labored as he took her in, his eyes half-closed.

"Don't panic," he murmured, though whether or not he was addressing her or himself remained unclear. Regardless, he pressed his mouth to her in an open kiss, the flat of his tongue dragging across sensitive skin. A sound escaped the back of his throat. It had really been a long time.

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The sound that slipped from Layla's throat was one she had never heard before. It was quiet, but it was distinctly new. It was also just distinct- she wasn't entirely sure that any other feeling in the world could have elicited that particular noise from her. It was easier to think about that, in that first moment at least, than about anything else.

I'm not going to let myself think 'I can't believe this is happening' because it demonstrably is. But.

Her hips tilted of their own volition, in place of squirming or fidgeting because there was a question, probably begged of inexperience, of what to do with herself. She didn't know what to do, not in that moment, but she knew that what was being done was... amazing.