Warning: Implicit sex.
Note: I didn't know how to fit this in the drabble, but I do want to mention that they're eighteen years old at this time. It takes place later in my 7teen series. (And there might be a Marina and the Diamonds reference in between the lines.)
after hours
Workdays at the Khaki Barn were stressful, but Jonesy was perfect for de-stressing after hours.
She threw her head back against the dressing room wall and took a deep breath as her fingernails pressed deeper into his back. He purred for a good minute; in fact, anytime she pressed her nails into his back, he did so. She smiled and laughed at him, even if it was more breathy than her usual snort-accompanied chuckle. At any opportune moment, he would kiss her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, usually something flirty or dirty or both. If she wasn't so preoccupied, she would just shake her head because no matter what they were engaged in, he was still Jonesy. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she held onto him as tightly as she could. He didn't mind one bit.
She loved how he continuously made eye contact with her. He loved her confidence, but more so her body right now. She loved his stamina; his hours of exercise during hockey season paid off well. He loved her because she was tough and outspoken and put up with him all the time and–damn–her hips. She loved him because he was a riot sometimes and made her laugh and was quite the romantic and–damn–his abs.
She wasn't one to focus on physical attributes often, but he was a very handsome guy in her eyes and physicality mattered now. He was definitely one to focus on physical attributes and beauty, but she was a different kind of beauty. Unconventional. Punk. Sexy.
He wasn't used to dominating the relationship. They were equal in power, but now he held most of the reigns in their newly-developing sex life. She wasn't used to being submissive to anyone, especially Jonesy, but now she was. She let him take control. He gave her so much excitement. She had never been happier.
As the moment became more euphoric and the pace of things sped up significantly, her purple hair became drenched in sweat and her pale skin glistened. He had seen her in almost every state that a boyfriend could see his girlfriend in. The same went for her, looking at the awkward face he had been making for about a minute, moaning while doing so. His expression was worth a thousand words, all of which would have been expletives and unintelligible mumbles. She would've laughed, but couldn't.
Instead she screamed his name as she pressed her fingers deeper into his back than she had before, dragging her unpainted nails down as each second passed. He moaned again, not caring about what marks her nails would leave later. It felt good. It was power. It was animalistic. It was physical. Control didn't exist in that moment. Only power and emotion and heavy breathing and maybe a sloppy kiss on the lips.
Once the intensity died down, both of them slid to the floor in an astonished state. They sat in the pile of clothes they were so eager to shed twenty minutes earlier. She looked at him. He looked at her. She sighed. He sighed. It took a few thinking moments for everything they did to sink in before they both spoke.
"Wow."
Nikki took deep breaths until she could breathe at a normal rate, as did he. She curiously stroked her fingers over the marks she left on his back. They were the tattoos of a great moment and a reminder of what was.
Another moment passed and Jonesy kissed her neck. He placed a hand on her chin afterwards and turned her head so that she would be focused on him. He began to speak, smirking.
"Guess who got you screaming my name again?"