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Layla awoke to the curious sensation of knowing it was Christmas Morning, and not being consumed with a hollow, distant loathing. As it happened, she felt well rested and sort of happy. She was no stranger to feeling pleased, or smug, or even satisfied with events played appropriately out, particularly when she was the cause. A feeling of general well being, though, was alien. She turned her head to look at Jamie, who was on his side behind her. Typically inclined to seeking out her own space in sleep, even when she was in his bed, apparently they'd spent the night quite close together. She felt warm.

She twisted her body carefully, and just enough that she could reach back to sift her fingertips through his hair and down to the nape of his neck. She didn't say anything or stir too much past the initial movement, content, for the moment, to watch him.

He stopped us from taking that ever so daunting step last night. Partly out of a sense of decency, I'm sure, because as accepting as he is of his multiplicity he'd still rather be a good person than not, but also out of concern for me. While that could have been... pretty patronizing, it wasn't. Because it was genuine. He saw me clearly enough, knew me- knows me- well enough to see what I was doing, and he didn't let me. I'm glad he didn't. It would have been a blind gesture, just reaching out, and I don't do that. That's not me. I'm more deliberate than that.

With small, controlled twists of her hips against the mattress, she edged back until his chest was against her shoulder blades, and she settled against him, taking care so the lines of their bodies from torso to toes were touching.

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Well, and then there was that. She gasped, and her breath caught while she was doing so and she gasped again, almost crying out. From a sort of distant place she could hear soft, rhythmic sounds escaping her own throat, in time with the rocking of Jamie's body. She couldn't help it, couldn't stop, and this was because she felt like everything inside her was coming undone. She clung to him fiercely, breath moving harsh in her throat, and then she did cry out and none too quietly. She sounded a little surprised. In all fairness, this was because it was surprising.

Biting back a swear, Jamie followed suit shortly after, her reaction alone enough to push him straight off the edge, and render any thoughts of staying the course moot. For a moment, he stilled inside her, an expression of bliss flitting across his face, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath catching in his throat with the release of it all. When he remembered how to breathe, it was in short gasps only, and panting, he looked down at her with darkened eyes, reaching to smooth a few stray hairs away from her forehead with his free hand, as he leaned in to press a series of exceedingly tender kisses to her jaw, her cheek, her mouth.

Still panting, and trembling a little all over with exertion and everything else, she turned her face into the attentions of his mouth before she managed to catch his lips back and return the kiss. She slid her arms around his back, palms sliding along muscle until they were at his shoulders, and she rubbed the bridge of her nose against his cheek and temple, pressing her own slow flurry of light kisses over his skin wherever she could.

There was still an abundance of new sensation, and she was going to prolong it for as long as was practically possible.

Loose and heavy and beyond sated, Jamie carefully rolled off of Layla, discretely taking care of the protection that was no longer required before he settled back onto the bed in a boneless heap, strong arms wrapping around her to pull her in close, nearly on top of him. His skin was flushed and covered in a faint sheen of sweat, but space was just about the last thing he wanted. A slow, predatory smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he bit down on his bottom lip to keep it from growing, tucking down his chin to press a kiss to her forehead.

"God, I love you" he murmured into her hair, fingers tracing an absent pattern over her shoulder.

Layla stretched enough so her body fit better- Perfectly? Stop it.- against the line of his, and she flattened her palm against his chest, fingers fanning out to feel the dull and still-slowing thump of his heartbeat beneath his skin.

"Can't talk," she murmured, accomplishing a deadpanned tease quite admirably given her current state, "coping."

Jamie swallowed a laugh, pillowing his head with his other arm. Coping was certainly one word for it; hell, he could probably stand for some coping himself, considering his mind was a sea of white noise at the moment.

"Worth the wait?" he asked.

That's a hell of a question. On the one hand, I didn't wait as long as I had thought I was going to. A gift of the island, I guess- threw a wrench in what I knew that schedule to be. I'll deal with it later, because I can't wrap my head around it now, and I hate not being able to. On the other hand...

Layla tilted her face up and reached a hand to slide along his jaw and turn his face toward her.

"You honestly have no idea," she said softly, and leaned closer to kiss him.

Jamie hummed against her mouth, melting into the kiss. For all of his indecision, being with her was surprisingly effortless, second nature in a way he would've never anticipated -- could never have anticipated. When he eased away a moment later, he smiled at her, still unguarded, his mind singularly focused on her. With a laugh that bordered on giddy, he ducked his head to press another kiss to her shoulder, her hair tickling his nose.

"But we don't have to wait that long again, right?"

"Oh God no," Layla said, ducking her own head to brush a kiss across his ear, then his jaw, pressing enthusiastically closer.

Edited 2011-02-25 20:03 (UTC)