Role Play 1/2
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Episode:- None
Pairing:- Jean/James
Rating:- M
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Summary:- He knew to beat this he was going to have to come up with something pretty special and he couldn't think of anything he was looking forward to doing more at that moment.
Author's Note:- The second story in the "Playtime" series all the stories can be read alone they don't need to be read in order or together they are just all part of the same series because they involve the same themes! As always with this series there are two chapters in each story and this set of two is also in answer to gee's challenge to write something using A silver Cigarette holder, the name Daniella (both used in chapter 1) and A pottery class and the line "Have you ever seen a disaster this big" (Both in chapter 2!). Rated for sexual content etc. etc. etc. so if you don't want to read it turn back now! Otherwise enjoy and reviews would be lovely!
The room was quiet other than the soft music coming from the jazz band in the corner as James walked in and looked around his eyes falling on where she sat at the end of the bar. The way her hair was gathered up giving him a perfect view of her neck and how soft tendrils seemed to frame her face putting paid to any doubts he'd been having about whether continuing with their new found game was a good idea. He knew a few weeks before when he had thrown down the barely veiled challenge after living out one of his personal fantasies that she wouldn't just forget about the whole thing but he hadn't expected the note left on his desk that afternoon nor what he was seeing now. The close fitting thirties style black down she was wearing plunged at the back exposing the perfect line of her spine as she turned toward him greeting him with the subtlest of smiles, the silver cigarette holder held elegantly between her fingers finished the look and he immediately understood what she was planning.
Taking a deep breath as she watched him scan the length of her body taking in every detail Jean couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph in the way he looked at her. She'd known it was taking a risk to set this whole thing in motion without warning him first but then when he had decided to do something similar a few weeks before he hadn't told her in advance and it had only added to the excitement. He knew she had a weakness for twenties and thirties styling whether it was the classic lines of art deco interior design or the subtle sexiness of the clothes from that period. What she'd never seen any reason to mention before then was that she'd always harboured the secret fantasy of being a single woman in a thirties jazz club swept off her feet and into the bed of a handsome stranger. When she's read in the Oxford Mail that there was a thirties theme night in the Randolph's period ballroom it had been too much of a temptation to resist. That didn't mean that there wasn't a tiny part of her that was worried that he would either not want to play or wouldn't have a clue what she was trying to achieve and she'd just end up looking ridiculous. Now though as he walked toward her she could already tell he knew what she wanted and was more than happy to play along.
"Scotch rocks please and whatever the lady is having." James said quietly waving to get the attention of the barman before turning toward Jean unbuttoning the jacket of his tuxedo which her note had instructed him to wear hoping he was getting things right but she that if he wasn't she'd find a way to let him know.
"Thank you." Jean smiled turning on the stool she was sitting on and extending her hand. "Daniella Forsythe nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." James replied taking her hand and letting his lips gently brush across her fingers as he realised exactly what she had planned and felt a surge of excitement rush through him as he tried to catch up. "I'm Percy Alderton and I don't think I've seen you in here before are you new in town?"
"No I'm just passing through actually. I'm staying in the hotel tonight then moving on again in the morning." She continued her eyes locking with his for a second and watching as they darkened a little with desire at the implication in her words.
"Passing through alone? I find it hard to believe that a woman as beautiful as you ever has to travel alone surely you constantly have a string admirers desperate to occupy your time."
"Unfortunately not tonight I was expecting someone but it appears he has chosen not to come, so yes until now I was alone." Jean continued feeling the butterflies in her stomach become almost unbearable as the barman set their drinks in front of them and James paid him before turning his attention back to her handing her the sparkling cocktail that matched the one she'd already finished and the effects of which she could already feel. "And you? Are you here alone or is there a special lady waiting for you somewhere?"
"I came looking for my girlfriend but it appears I've been stood up like yourself. Not that I'm complaining I'm perfectly happy with the company I have right now." James smiled gently chinking his glass with hers holding her gaze a second longer than was necessary as she smiled.
"I must say I'm enjoying the company myself. I do love jazz don't you?"
"It's growing on me." James whispered taking a step closer to her and running his fingers gently up her arm enjoying the sharp intake of breath she gave as the dance floor behind them started to fill and he brought his lips close to her ear. "Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?"
Nodding as she felt her skin tingle at just the thought of being so close to him Jean slipped off the stool letting him take her hand and lead her into the middle of the floor as the band continued to play and he pulled her into his arms. As he rested his hands on her back and her arms instinctively looped round his neck she let herself get caught up in the music feeling like at that moment there was no one else in the room but them. In all the times she'd imagined this playing out with him she'd known that it would be amazing, that she would feel like the most amazing and desirable woman on earth the second he took her in his arms but it was even better than she could ever have dreamed. The way he told her in seductive whispers how beautiful she was, how every other man in the room was looking at him right now wishing they were in his place, how if she'd let him he'd like to make up for the fact she'd been "stood up" by making the night one she'd never forget she couldn't think about anything but getting him out of that room and to somewhere she could act on the passion now clouding her mind.
"How exactly do you plan on making it so memorable?" She asked quietly looking up at him through her eyelashes as she felt him pull her a little closer so the clink of light visible between their bodies disappeared and she could feel his breathing deepen and his arousal strain at the fine fabric of his dress trousers.
"If you let me take you upstairs to that room you've taken for the night I promise to show you just how amazing I can make your night you'll not give a second thought to whoever you were supposed to meet here." James replied leaning toward her and kissing her with a gentle firmness that he hoped would convey just how much he wanted to take this particular fantasy to it's conclusion, how he wanted to peel away her carefully chosen costume and remind her that no matter who they were pretending to be or what era they were those people in she would always be the only woman he wanted.
Taking his hand without another word she retrieved the small beaded clutch bag she'd left on the bar and led him toward the lift waiting impatiently for the doors to open before pulling him inside as he backed her against the wall their lips colliding hungrily. The short journey up the two stories to the room passed in a flash and as they pulled apart and she allowed him to take the key card from her hand and lead her along the corridor to the door before they tumbled inside.
"I always thought this would be amazing but with you it's more than I could ever have dreamed it would be." Jean whispered as they made their way through the room toward the bed his clothes leaving a trail from the door until he was finally standing in front of her his arousal plainly obvious and he finally gave up his appreciation of her dress and began to slowly remove it.
"Oh god Jean you look spectacular." James moaned no longer able to keep up the pretence as her dress pooled around her ankles and he took in the sight of her standing in front of him the tight fitting basque and hold up stockings she'd been concealing under it taking his breath away. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties he pushed them gently down her legs loosening the lacings at the back of the basque and letting it fall to the floor too before pushing her gently back onto the bed.
"You've no idea how hard it's been getting through the day just thinking about this moment." She said quietly as he hovered over her letting his hands run the length of her leg as he rested it over his hip easing into her watching the joy explode in her eyes at the connection. "I love you James don't stop please."
"I've no intention of stopping I'm just enjoying how amazing it is every time we do this." James smiled slowly moving inside her absorbing every whispered moan and cry of pleasure until finally he saw her reserve snap and she moved urgently with him before shattering in his arms the intensity of her pleasure pulling him with her as he fell into her arms.
"I was worried you'd think I'd lost my mind." Jean smiled a few minutes later as he fell back onto the bed pulling her with him the surprised eyebrow raise he threw in her direction making her laugh.
"I knew whatever you had planned I'd be happy by the end of it, I trust you I was prepared to run with it." He laughed kissing her again as her smile broadened. "Besides one look at you in that dress and I would have done anything and let you do anything just to see you out of it, can we keep it you looked amazing in it."
"Well I wasn't planning on returning it to the shop." Jean laughed as he nodded appreciatively and she thought carefully before speaking again. "So I suppose that means it's over to you again I have a feeling I should be worried yet I'm not."
"Oh you should be worried, at least a little." James replied winking playfully at her as he she rested her head on his chest and he felt her sigh contentedly. He knew to beat this he was going to have to come up with something pretty special and he couldn't think of anything he was looking forward to doing more at that moment.