MA is for Mature, not Mayhem :)
Luz's eyes widened. "There is no way I am trusting you with a goddamn knife to my throat."
Jaclyn scoffed. "When have I ever threatened you with a knife?" She paused. "To your throat?"
They laughed together out loud, finally breaking the tension of the news they received from Winters and Nixon. With a soft smile, she held out her hand. "Come on, George. Put a little trust in me."
He rolled his eyes, but took her hand and stood. "I have a feeling I'm really going to regret this."
She chuckled and led him to her bathroom in the back. She pulled him inside, positioning him to sit on the counter next to the sink. He sunk a few inches lower towards her line of sight. "Perfect."
She moved to the cabinet. "I saw a straight razor here the other day. Yes, here it is." She held it out for him to see.
Despite himself, Luz gulped. "That looks awfully like a knife to me."
Jaclyn rolled her eyes. "Don't be silly, it's more like a vegetable peeler than anything." She paused, a huge, evil grin sliding across her face. "Which happens to be one of the five ways I once devised to sever off your cock."
Luz's eyes widened to saucers before he struggled to get off the counter and run from the room. Giggling, she stopped him, holding him in place with her hands on his shoulders. "Just kidding, George. Jeez, you can't even joke around here."
Luz's eyes remained wide. "So not funny, Mack." She chuckled as she searched for shaving cream. "Wait, you remember that? I thought you were too drunk that night to remember anything."
She grinned sheepishly at him. "It did take me a bit to recall that conversation. God, I was so embarrassed. I avoided you all day."
Luz grinned back, relaxing. "That's the night I knew I was in trouble." He gave her a wink.
She laughed again before moving between his legs with the brush. "You're always in trouble. OK, hold still."
Jaclyn took her time adding the shaving cream, covering his cheeks, chin and neck. Once finished, she took the blade in her hand. With a deep breath, she moved in.
Luz squeezed his eyes shut, certain he was about to be severely injured. Just stay away from the artery. Anything but the artery. To his happy surprise, the first swipe was clean.
"There," she said happily. She looked very proud of herself. "One down."
Luz narrowed his eyes at her. "I thought you said you've done this before."
"I don't recall saying that."
Luz tried to moved from the counter again. She pushed him back, exasperated. "Luz, it's not the best idea to move when I have a blade to your throat." He swallowed hard, but stayed put, closing his eyes, waiting for pain.
Jaclyn took her time, making sure to clean away all the cream and scruff, but gently moving across the planes of his face. After awhile, Luz opened his eyes and just watched her.
The quiet determination on her face was adorable. Her eyes were steadfast on the task at hand. Her fingers gently maneuvered his face when she needed a new angle. She didn't notice his eyes darkening.
"Mack, put down the knife."
She clucked her tongue, continuing on the right side of his throat. "It's not a knife, George. It's a blade."
"Put down the blade then."
"I'm almost done."
"Jesus Christ, woman, will you put the blade down from my goddamn throat already?" She placed the blade on the counter and her eyes flew to his.
"Thank you," he growled with an exaggerated sigh, and in the next moment he pulled her against him, kissing her hard.
She froze in shock for a moment, before kissing him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck with a sigh, attempting to inch closer to him but the counter was in the way.
Sensing her struggle, he hopped down and crushed them against the door. With his arms around her back, he needed to feel every part of her against him. Jaclyn curved her back in response. She moaned when she felt his chest pressing against hers.
I was right. This woman is going to be the death of me.
Luz picked her up and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips. Stumbling out of the bathroom, he paused, pushing her back against the doorframe. Wrenching his lips from hers, she took the opportunity to kiss his newly shaved neck. "Which one is your bedroom?" he gasped.
Her lips found his again before she mumbled against them. "Does it matter?" She felt his grin as he carried them to the one immediately next door.
Luz laid her down onto the bed, but didn't break contact. He stretched his body against her, attempting to get closer but the layers of clothing inhibiting his progress. Who even invented goddamn pants?
Jaclyn felt his hips grind into hers. She gasped when she felt him, even through the thick uniforms. Not close enough.
She broke her lips away, sucking in air. "George," she whispered as he nibbled on her neck. Jesus Christ that felt good.
"Hmm?"
Did I say something? I can't remember. She lifted her hips up, trying to get closer and the clothes there reminded her. "George," she said again, trying to clear her mind. "Take my damn clothes off already."
She felt his smile against her skin. "Yes, ma'am," he murmured. His started to trail his kisses towards her chest. Button by button, he slowly undid her shirt, revealing a dark blue tshirt underneath. Shedding those up and over her head quickly, he resumed his way south with his mouth.
Luz took his time, driving her absolutely crazy. Found my strength after all. Annoyance. He kissed her collarbone to her shoulder. His thumb gently tugged the strap of her bra down, and his lips followed suit. Then to the other side.
After what felt like an eternity to Jaclyn, his hands reached behind her back. She happily arched up, allowing his fingers to quickly unfasten her bra. Throw it away. Burn it for all I care. Just keep going.
Luz nuzzled his nose between her breasts before slowly removing the foul undergarment. First moving to the left, he licked and kissed his way until he found her nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked gently.
Jaclyn moaned, threading her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to stay there but also urging him to keep going. She panted, softly cursing him in French. His hand cupped her other breast, rolling that nipple with his fingers. She cursed again.
Luz chuckled against her skin before taking the right nipple in his mouth. The effect was immediate. She hissed at him in French and maybe a little Polish. "Guess you don't just do that when you're angry," he murmured, starting to kiss her belly.
Jaclyn growled at him, but couldn't find the words to reply. Just get my damn pants off, Luz.
As if he heard her, Luz paused kissing her skin when he came to the top of her trousers. Watching her pant above him, he took a moment to memorize her face before teasing a finger under the waistband.
The combination of desire and tickling because of his damn finger caused her to cry out. Her fingers found his hair again, tugging with need. "George, you're trying to kill me," she croaked.
He grinned, but didn't reply. Slowly he undid the belt and started to shimmy the pants to her feet. With another flick, they were on the floor. Then he nibbled the inside of her thigh. Jesus, what a way to go.
Her hands gripped his shirt at his shoulders. What the fuck? He's still dressed? Looking down, she realized he hadn't removed a thing.
"George," she croaked again. "I was mistaken."
Luz looked up, nuzzling his cheek against her silk underwear. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that? You were mistaken?"
She swatted at his head, but stopped immediately when she felt his tongue. Something deep inside her pulsed. "God, yes."
Luz looked up again, smirking. "Glad we're on the same page."
Jaclyn whined, her eyes pleading. "Take off your damn clothes too, Luz." Ignoring her request, his teeth scraped at the fabric.
"Please." Still, he tortured her.
What's the goddamn magic word? Suddenly, she knew.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she yanked him up her body before using one leg to circle his hips and twist them around. She flopped him onto his back. Sitting up, she straddled his hips with hers.
Jaclyn cocked an eyebrow. "Oh most handsome George Luz, shut up and take your damn clothes off, you great oaf."
He grinned wickedly. "Close enough." He attempted to sit up to kiss her, but she pushed him back down into the bed with a hand.
Clucking her tongue, she shook her head. "My turn."
Luz was afraid. She had that vengeful look in her eye. If she wasn't so goddamn beautiful and sitting nearly naked on top of him, he would have run for the hills.
Seeing the apprehension on his face, she grinned. Any fear slowly faded when he felt her lips on his neck. In a flash, his OD shirt and tshirt had disappeared. Benefits of loving a damn ninja.
At his own words, he started. He cupped her cheek in his hand, causing her to look up as she made her way to his bare chest. She gave him a look. "Don't give up on me now, Luz." She resumed kissing down the center of his chest.
Luz grinned again. Yep, definitely love this crazy, beautiful, terrifying woman.
Jaclyn scraped her teeth against his nipple, causing him to suck air in through his teeth. Could go for a few French curses right about now.
Her fingernails scratched his chest while she kissed along the hair leading her to his belt buckle. He swore he saw her grin evilly before he felt her tongue trace along the fabric.
Luz's eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Mary mother of...fuck me…"
"Mary's not here right now," Jaclyn murmured, grazing her teeth on his hipbone. "Guess you're stuck with me."
Before he could respond (as if I could), her fingers undid his belt and pushed his obstructive pants down his legs and to the floor. And if he thought with the disappearance of his pants meant the disappearance of her torment, he was happily mistaken.
Never one for patience, together, Jaclyn pushed both their undergarments down and away. She glanced at his rigid length a moment before returning to his eyes and smirking. She crawled on top of him again, hovering just out of reach.
Her knees were clamped around the sides of his hips, preventing movement. Slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself until she felt only the tip of him inside her. They both gasped.
She rose again. His hands found their way to her hips, attempting to nudge them lower. She smirked, resisting.
She teased him again and again. Luz hissed at the contact, her heat overwhelming him. She rose again, though this time her knees trembled. He took the opportunity when he felt her legs weaken around him.
Luz flipped them around until he was on top of her. He tried to be gentle, but the torture she inflicted on him drove sanity from his mind. He immediately thrust into her hard.
They gasped loudly together, finally as one. Luz stopped, looking down to see if he'd hurt her. She smiled up at him and kissed him softly.
They rocked together, kissing and bruising each other's lips, their desire growing once more. Jaclyn had to tear her mouth from his. She couldn't breathe. She felt like she was drowning in him, and she only wanted it to continue. Her nails scraped at his back as she felt the pulse inside her grow.
Luz could feel her tightening around him. Good thing too, he was so close. Her touch burned him. Ice hot, she was everywhere. He burrowed his mouth into her neck, nibbling on the soft flesh. A moment later, she gasped. Her edge became his too, and they went over into oblivion.
It was a long time before their breathing slowed. Luz kissed up her jawline until he found her lips, kissing them gently.
Jaclyn ran her fingers through his hair, marveling again at the softness. He looked at her in the eyes, and they grinned, giggling.
Luz fell onto his back, but refused to let her go. He pulled her to his side, her body fitting against his like a puzzle piece.
"So, is this your bedroom?" he asked, grinning.
She giggled. "Actually, it is. Well done."
Their carefree laughter and stolen kisses continued the rest of the night. Neither would allow themselves to think about the morning or what came with the arrival of the sun.