She's tipsy on half a bottle of cheap champagne and hours of dancing. Here with only him, she's forgetting the constant air of mystique she puts out for anyone who doesn't know her well enough to know better. In this state she's nearly giddy — though she'd hate to be called it. There's a definite spring in her step that makes him chuckle to himself. Still in her ruffled prom dress, knowing he'll follow even if she doesn't urge him on, she floats through the empty house.
Beck trails behind, carrying her high heeled shoes for her, taking in the pictures on the walls and the little unfamiliar details of the house. She doesn't normally like bringing him here, so he soaks it in: baby pictures, flowers in vases, the long staircase, the padding noise of Jade's bare feet on the wood floor of the hall. They arrive in her bedroom, dark hued walls making it feel dim and closed in, even as she flicks the light on and illuminates the space.
Jade turns to him and smiles, her eyes slightly glossy from alcohol and exhaustion, though there's a hint of mischief behind her gaze. She slides her dress from her body, and steps from the pool of fabric that forms around her feet. Clad in a black lace bra and panties, she steps toward him, kisses him briefly, then pulls back to grin. "Level with me here." She teases.
Almost unable to make himself argue with her after he's seen her in this state of undress, he asks, "Are you sure you want to tonight? You've been drinking."
In response she helps him from his jacket, and mutters over the laborious task of unbuttoning and unbuckling other articles of clothing – though her adept fingers do the job just the same. Their lips find their way together at different intervals as she helps him shed his clothes. Her bra gets lost along the way as well as she guides him toward the bed.
They're almost completely skin against skin now, his cool hands raising a tiny shiver as they come to rest on the small of her back. He can taste the sweetness of champagne on her mouth as she's seemingly intent on kissing him within an inch of his life. As they pause for breath, Beck takes the opportunity to yank off her black lace panties . She grins and inhales at the sensation of his hands between her legs.
His mouth leaves a trail of quick kisses on her neck and breasts as his fingers work down below. Her breaths are becoming frenzied with pleasure. She returns the favor, giving him a playful caress under the boxers, knowing he's ready when she is. Jade pushes him onto his back and climbs on top; he doesn't protest.
Boxers shed and tossed aside, and her knees on either side of him, she drops her hips low and uses her hand to gently guide him. With a tiny gasp, she doesn't quite take him all in at first, but lingers slightly. Pushing herself into an upright position she allows herself to sink down all the way.
They fall into motion, pleasure building, breaths coming quickly, fingers digging into skin, and a flush of heat bringing an urgency to their rhythm. Unable to stifle her moans in Beck's shoulder, Jade anticipates the climax moments before it happens. With spectacular timing, they both release and fall gasping for breath. They lie in a blissful silence for a few moments, minds racing to catch up with bodies.
There's a subtle sheen of sweat across Jade's skin, making it look nearly pearlescent as she rises to turn out the light. When she's back in his arms, Beck uses the tip of his finger to trace a heart on the curve of her hip, making her smile. In the darkness they lay content and happy, not speaking, but the contented silence saying everything they each need to hear.