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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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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.

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It was an encouraging noise. Jamie Madrox was not a man devoid of ego, and when it came to something like this, he knew he had a certain amount skill -- it was the sort of thing, really, that a man didn't really forget, even one of his background. He would've tried to make it good regardless, but it being her first time, he took special care, his hands staying put to keep her relatively still as his mouth continued to work, though it really wasn't a chore in the least. She was intoxicating in the very best sense of the word.

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Layla didn't exactly have a close circle of friends, or rather, didn't have a circle of close friends, so she didn't have anyone to run off and talk about this with, later. It was almost a shame because this was worth revisiting. It was worth talking about. It was unnervingly intimate, and earnest, and she wasn't sure she could have taken a full breath if she wanted to.

And then, beyond the general awesome (because this, undoubtedly in large part due to Jamie's particular skill, was awesome) there was something- he did something- she gasped and her body jolted.

"Ah-"

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Her reaction was almost endearing, which was a weird thought to have crossed his mind considering what she was reacting to, but undeniable all the same. Layla Miller knew stuff, but this, as far as he could tell, was well outside her area of expertise. Smiling against her, his hands slid up her sides, nails dragging along her skin absently as he savored the taste of her, noting her each and every sound and move, because this, he felt, was something he ought to remember.

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Her body curved up off the bed into his touch and she made another sound, although this one she could readily classify as a whimper. She wasn't proud that it was a whimper, but she could own that it was. Her breaths were coming both faster and deeper, which she would have thought was unlikely, but there you had it. All the minutia she could hope to focus on that all added up to what was one of the better experiences of her life to date.

"Oh," she said, gasping again, toes of one foot sliding down his back and the side of his ribcage and one hand exchanging the bed sheet for his hair, which was altogether more pleasant to tangle her fingers in.

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He stopped what he was doing just long enough to breathe and assess the situation before diving back in, so to speak, his scalp tingling from where she had tugged on his hair. Distantly, he was aware of his own wants, the dull ache nagging at him without fail, but it was all too easy to ignore with her leg wrapped around him, and his hips pressed hard against the mattress, affording him a small fraction of the friction he desired.

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Relentless, that was another good descriptor. At a certain point she was afraid she'd have to push him away again, not because it was bad but because it was so much. She was so sensitive she almost couldn't stand it. Tactile overload. On the other hand, she really didn't want him to stop.

"Jamie-!" It was mostly a gasp. It was pleading, but she had no idea for what.

Then the tension broke, and that was borderline painfully good. She cried out, surprised, almost laughed. Her body rolled with the sensation until it had subsided, leaving her panting and dazed.

What. Wow. ...What.

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Even after she'd ridden it out, he stayed for a moment longer, lips grazing her skin one more time before he finally sat up, his hands braced on the bed. Very deliberately, he dried the area around his mouth with a swipe of his thumb, then sucked on it, gaze locked on her face. Though steadier than hers, his own breaths were still close to panting. He sat there, watching her with an almost hungry look about him, though he didn't say anything. This was her moment, he would let her have it.

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She took a moment, eyes closed, to run her hands over herself, her arms and neck, then over her face and into her hair as if to confirm that she was still in one piece. She twisted half onto her side, legs together, an unconsciously shy gesture. Layla was used to the self assurance that came with being right all the time, but it took a whole other level of ego, she had to figure, to just bask in the afterglow with your legs apart. She swallowed a breath a her heart rate started to slow, before her she opened her eyes again to look up at Jamie. She was a flushed, tousled mess and it felt great.

Layla smiled a little, expression running the gamut from shy to amused to deeply affectionate and still, though she was wonderfully sated, wanting, and after a moment she twisted her body back toward him and reached for him, fingertips grazing his shoulder and his cheek.

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A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and if he looked at all satisfied with himself, he'd argue her reaction more than warranted it. There was a certain thrill in seeing the nigh unflappable Layla Miller so thoroughly mussed, though it left him wanting her all the more. Shamelessly, he placed his hands over hers, guiding them both down his chest as he leaned in towards her. His lips traced the line of her jaw. "Turnabout is fair play," he murmured, nipping gently at her earlobe. "I mean, if you don't mind."

There was nothing about his tone to suggest that he thought she did.

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Layla didn't say anything back. In place of a quip, she ducked her head to briefly nip and then suck on the place where his neck met his shoulder, while she dragged her fingernails lightly down his sides. She turned toward him more, lips and tongue slowly wandering along his collar bone as her hands mapped out his abdomen, the grooves at his hips, the tops of his thighs- and there, gently, scraping again.

She absolutely didn't mind. She wasn't going to rush, though.

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His eyes fluttering closed, he moaned quietly, hands slipping around her waist. While both of them were patient, it was for entirely different reasons. Jamie's was a patience born of indecision and indecision alone, and in this, he could hardly be more sure. He'd meant what he said before, about wanting just her, and while this was plenty nice of its own accord, he needed more.

"Layla," he murmured, little more than exhale.

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"Mmn hmmn," she hummed, nudging him back so she could lean over him, tracing the lines of his muscles with her tongue until her lips were moving lower over his hip, and down, and then she pulled away.

Only long enough to drape herself against his side in a way that allowed her to more comfortably address things at her leisure. She carefully peeled the boxer briefs down, not touching anything else, all the way until she could discard them over the edge of the bed.

Well, chalk that one up to a win.

She loved his body. There was, of course, the payoff of Jamie's endeavor to keep in super-heroing form, but beyond that she found herself exceptionally pleased by the shape of him. And the feel and the smell and the taste, really, so far it was all good, across the board. Gaze very keen, watching him closely, she curled a hand around him and stroked slowly, lightly.

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His breath caught in his throat, hips lifting fractionally in an instinctive search for more, though he otherwise managed to keep relatively still. It had been a while, yes, but this wasn't his first rodeo. After a moment, his shoulders sagged with the relief of simply being touched, and his head fell back as he settled down onto the bed, his weight supported on his elbows. Absently, he lifted a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering under her jaw as he looked back at her with the same level of scrutiny. They made for an interesting couple.

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Layla tilted her head into the touch before she turned her head to press a brief kiss against his thumb. It lingered when she parted her lips against it and pressed her tongue against the pad, even as her fingertips ghosted upward over a comparable area of his anatomy. She stroked down, more firmly this time, as she slid her lips from his thumb in a slow, sucking pull.

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It felt good -- better than he'd anticipated, if he were entirely honest with himself, though Layla always had a way of surprising him. He smiled, then, his expression, for once, entirely unguarded. There was a degree of hesitancy to the way Jamie Madrox approached life, though only those who knew him well would realize how that affected the more subtle things -- body language, for example. Rarely was anything ever done fully, gestures half-formed, smirks instead of smiles -- and when he did smile, it was usually with an undercurrent of something else, sarcasm or defiance.

In that particular moment, however, he was just happy, like a string pulled taut inside of him had finally snapped, releasing the tension that he'd been carrying for the better part of a year. Moreover, he didn't feel bad about it, couldn't dredge up a single feeling of regret or guilt. Her touch electric, again his hips lifted into her hand, and he let out a low, throaty laugh.

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Layla grinned a bit, leaning her hand against his cheek for another moment before she pulled away. She bowed her head enough to brush her lips across his hip and up, following the path her fingers had just traversed. The skin was smooth and warmer than the rest of him, and she went over it with a careful sort of thoroughness, using both of her hands more than her mouth. For the moment.

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Jamie gently gathered the rest of her hair to one side, keeping it away from her face. His teeth pressed against his lower lip, and he moaned as he settled back onto the mattress, a murmured, "Yes," escaping him.