Context: Episode 2x02 - follows the Prompt #2 & #46 (chap 9)
Rating: Explicit
"Why did we have to go to La Mariana again?" she panted against his lips as they tried to make their way up to Magnum's room without tripping and tumbling down the stairs. It was quite difficult when neither of them wanted to relinquish the other's lips.
"No idea, we'll never go there ever again. Better yet, we're never leaving my room starting now." he growled as he took possession of her lips one more time.
She chuckled just as she broke away from his mouth, staggering across the wooden stairs in her high heels. Fortunately for her, he was holding her quite tightly against him therefore she didn't completely fall down.
"Need I remind you that we have a PI business to run and I'm still majordomo of this estate?"
"Details!" he declared as they finally reached the landing.
XXX Earlier that day XXX
When he saw Higgins for the first time in a week after her trip to England, Magnum had only one thing on his mind: to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless. But since their friends weren't aware of the new dynamic of their relationship, he refrained from giving way to his urges. However, when they were alone after he put her suitcase in the Ferrari's trunk, he pushed a blond curl from her face before pressing his lips against hers.
"How was your flight?" he asked after taking his fill of her sweet taste.
"Long." she sighed." I'm so glad to be home."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he encircled her waist with his, both enjoying their first hug.
"I missed you." she whispered.
"I missed you more." he told her as he pecked her cheek.
She rolled her eyes.
"It's not a competition, Magnum. Come on, the others will come investigate if we don't join them soon."
As they drove away from Rick's potential new bar in the direction of Robin's Nest, Magnum threaded his fingers through hers and brushed a kiss against the soft skin of the back of her hand.
She directed an affectionate smile at him.
"Watch the road, Magnum." she scolded him gently." We wouldn't want to crash before getting home, would we?"
He smirked at her because they both knew what they were planning to do the second they got home. A week was too long of a time to wait to finally have her naked against him. Especially since Magnum discovered how much of a tease Higgins could be. All week long, he would wake up in the morning and find dirty voicemails on his phone about what she wanted to do to him when they would be reunited again.
He was only a man and couldn't wait to make everything she had told him in a sexy voice come true.
However, when they reached the gate of the property, an Asian man was waiting for them. It looked like their alone time would have to be postponed as they took their first case as partners.
When she was in London, Higgins had called him as soon as she got out of her MI-6 meeting to let him know she accepted his offer to be his partner. She had waited to hear what her old employer had to say as a courtesy but her decision had been made as soon as their lips met before she even got on her plane.
He had been ecstatic when she had told him the news; not only was she staying to work with him but their relationship was taking the most wonderful turn.
When they watched Sharon being reunited with her husband, they shared a look, knowing they both yearned to share the same embrace as the spouses. They expedited their statement to Katsumoto before rushing towards the car; now that the adrenaline had worn off, desire burned in their blood and increased the longing between them.
Magnum knew he shouldn't have answered Rick's call on the way home. His friend had asked them to come and meet him at La Mariana in half an hour. The PI groaned as he hung up and threw an apologetic look to his partner.
"Sorry, Higgy. Rick has helped me so many times in the past, I couldn't say no to him."
"That's ok.", she said in a resigned voice. "They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, I wonder what it does to other… things.", she threw a glance towards his crotch and Magnum cursed. She'll be the death of him.
XXXXX
Thomas was peeling the label of his beer absent-mindedly, too lost in his own little world. His gaze was directed towards Juliet, sitting across from him, or rather her cleavage but he wasn't ogling at her. He was just… absent, wishing time would pass faster so he could go home with her.
She was wearing the most gorgeous wrap dress – cream-colored with a blue and red pattern – with platform shoes that did something quite wonderful for her posture, creating a natural arch for her back that Magnum long to graze with his fingers.
In the back of his mind, he registered the beautiful sound of her laugh when Rick told them another story of the time when they were in Afghanistan. Suddenly, he jumped when he felt someone kick his shin rather painfully. His eyes met hers across the table and she frowned slightly at him while gesturing towards his blond friend with her head. He understood Rick had spoken to him and was waiting for him to answer him.
"I'm sorry, I kinda zoned out." he chuckled apologetically.
"Thank God, you had more reflexes when we were on active duty!" Rick laughed and everyone around the table followed.
Higgins came to his rescue when she yawned.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, Magnum but I'm still a bit jet lagged. Would you mind driving me back home, please?" she asked him sweetly.
He tried not to grin at her subtle attempt to find an excuse for them to leave. He cleared his throat, trying to act surprised at her request.
"Uh, no I don't mind. I'm getting a bit tired myself."
They both got up and bid their friends goodnight before hurrying to the car.
When they finally reached Robin's Nest, the sun had set and they could feel the chill of the night settle around them. He parked the Ferrari and put his hand on her arm to prevent her from exiting the car. He walked around the car until he was at her door and opened it for her. She smiled as she took his offered hand and rose to his height thanks to her heels.
His eyes were immediately drawn to her red painted lips before traveling back to hers. She smirked when she noticed his slight pause on her mouth and closed the distance between them. Their kiss was gentle, belying the feverish desire coursing his veins due to their physical closeness. She broke their embrace when he tried to deepen the kiss.
She took his hand in hers and walked towards the guesthouse, pulling him behind her.
They were barely past the front door when they couldn't hold it anymore and crashed against each other, their mouths colliding, teeth knocking and tongues mingling.
Once they successfully climbed the stairs, they turned in the direction of his bedroom but he didn't apprehend the move properly and bumped his arm against the edge of the wall.
He groaned in pain and she laughed at him before rubbing a gentle hand across his afflicted skin. He didn't leave her time to speak and fused their mouths back together, pushing her backwards with his hands around her waist. In the meantime, she started unbuttoning his gray shirt.
With his eyes closed, he blindly advanced until they were in his room. They were stopped in their progress when Higgins almost toppled over one of the armchairs that was in their path. She yelped when she felt herself fall backwards and gripped the first thing she could: the lapels of his shirt. He felt himself being pulled down with her but he wrapped one arm around her waist and braced himself with his other hand on the armrest to prevent it.
She huffed against his lips when he tried to distract her from this mishap with more kisses. She turned them around so he was the one going backwards and they resumed their journey towards the bed. She pushed his open shirt from his shoulders until it fell on the floor. This time they encountered a pair of sneakers lying on the floor, making him almost trip over them.
« For God's sake, Magnum! You were in the military and you don't know how to pick up your things? » she grumbled as he kicked all the items threatening their safety away from their path.
« Sorry, I didn't have time to straighten things up. » he said sheepishly.
She wanted to look pissed off but when Magnum looked at her, he couldn't hold back a grin; her lipstick was now faded and almost completely smeared around her lips, meaning he must be sporting the exact same look. The thought that their intense making out was the reason behind this look made him almost giddy.
« What's so funny? » she asked.
He brushed the pad of his thumb across her lower lip.
« Nothing, you just look sexy as hell, that's all. » he groaned.
He didn't give her time to answer before he seized her mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside. They both moaned and Magnum was surprised by how much he enjoyed just kissing her when not ten minutes earlier he wanted one thing and one thing only: to be buried inside of her. The feel of her soft lips made him want to relish in this moment with her and slow things down.
She had other ideas though as she dropped her hands to the waist of his black jeans and opened the button before pushing them down his thighs. He tried to advance towards her to close the last of the distance between their bodies but apparently forgot his jeans were still around his knees.
He stumbled into her and their heads knocked together.
She sighed as she rubbed her forehead.
« Someone is going to get hurt before we even make it to the bed. » she grumbled. « So, lose the shoes and the jeans and we're going to hold off on the kisses until we're safely on the bed. » she directed him.
He toed off his sneakers and shucked off his jeans before removing his socks. He stood up again and noticed her gaze drop down to the front of his tight boxer briefs where his erection was proudly outlined. He noted that she seemed to like what she saw judging on the way her lips quirked up. Her perusal made his member twitch within its confines.
He grabbed her hand and marched towards the foot of his bed, dragging her with him. Once they finally arrived at their destination unscathed, he turned her so her back was to the bed and he was standing in front of her. He untied the knot of her dress at her left hip and expected the fabric to part like a robe but was disappointed when it was still attached between her breasts.
She chuckled at his crestfallen expression and quickly undid the couple of buttons still holding her dress to her body. When the fabric finally parted he was met with the most gorgeous view. He pushed her garment off her shoulders to enjoy the full effect of Juliet Higgins clad in white lace.
« You look so beautiful. » he breathed.
« Ready for the search party? » she asked cheekily.
He grinned, remembering his promise to look for her secret tattoo.
« More than ready. » he groaned as his gaze traveled the length of her body.
He didn't see anything peeking out of her skimpy lingerie which meant that it must be a rather small tattoo.
« Turn around. » he told her.
She did a 180 slowly, and when he saw white lace disappearing between her butt cheeks, heat engulfed his whole body like fire was coursing in his veins. She was wearing a fucking thong!
« You're killing me, Higgy! » he whined and he had never seen her so proud of herself when she faced him again.
« What's your prognosis? » she asked him as if she didn't just make his body burn with desire.
He brushed his thumb across the soft fabric at her left hip.
« Here. » he announced.
« Well, there's only one way to find out. »
She bent over to remove her shoes but he stopped her.
« Leave them on. » he instructed and finally grazed down the arch of her back created by her heels like he had wanted to, all evening.
He, then, wrapped one arm around her waist and guided her to his bed until she was lying in the middle of the mattress before covering her body with his. She looped her arms around his shoulders and he kissed her one more time on the lips before traveling to her neck, nipping and suckling the soft and delicate skin.
« No hickeys where we can see them. » she told him, already breathless.
He grinned against her; that meant he could leave some in hidden places. He continued his journey, brushing some light kisses across her shoulder, pushing her bra straps aside as he encountered them. His kisses led him to her collarbone before he paid attention to the soft swell of her breasts peeking out of the delicate lace. He slid his hands beneath her and deftly unhooked her bra to divest it off of her.
He checked her sides for any sign of ink on her newly uncovered skin but came up empty; he didn't rush to see if he was right with his prognosis yet, her puckered nipples in front of him demanded his attention first. He wrapped his lips around one and suckled gently, reveling in the soft noises she made. He reserved the same treatment to the other ones and she dug her nails into the skin of his back, making him groan around her flesh.
She panted as she pushed her pelvis up against his and he needed to move things along or he would spontaneously combust. He trailed his lips across her taut stomach and grazed his fingertips down her sides, making her squirm beneath his touch.
When he reached the waistband of her thong, he felt her belly rise up and down with each rapid breath she took. He lifted the elastic and slid his fingers underneath, ready to remove the underwear. He caught her eyes, filled with lust and affection, before he pressed a kiss under her navel.
Left or right? The anticipation was both killing and thrilling him.
He pushed the lace from her hips and there it was.
The small black design, next to her left hip bone, that looked like the infinity sign but was still different. The loops were not actually joined, but represented an arrow with its head and nock next to each other in the middle of the pattern. He stroked the delicate skin, starting at the back of the arrow and following the features until he reached the arrowhead. He couldn't wait to find out its meaning.
« It's the Malin symbol. » she said, answering his unasked question. « It's Swedish; it's an acknowledgement of the fact that setbacks are a natural part of moving forward in life. »
He thought that was the perfect summary of both their lives; nothing had been linear, instead there had been ruined plans, betrayal, and challenges among other misfortunes.
"It's quite true." he agreed. "But now we seem to have found a steady situation, don't you think?" he asked her as he ran his fingertip from the arrowhead to the wide expanse of her skin ahead of it, indicating their lives could be free of new setbacks.
"I hope so." she whispered as she cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb across the thin skin under his eye.
He dipped his head to press a gentle kiss on her tattoo and finished sliding her underwear down her legs. When he reached the foot of the bed, he dropped them on the floor before unstrapping and removing her shoes. He stood up to get rid of his boxers and they were both finally naked.
He resumed his position on top of her, aligning their hips together. He slipped his hand between their bodies to run a finger through her folds, checking if she was ready for him. When he was met with more wetness than he anticipated, he groaned.
He met her eyes and she smirked.
"No need to tell you how much I want you right now, I suppose?"
He ground his pelvis against hers to make her feel his hot pulsating member full of desire for her.
"Right back at you."
He grabbed his manhood and positioned himself at her entrance before slowly entering her. She wrapped her legs around his waist so he could sink even deeper into her heat and, for a few seconds, Magnum felt dizzy. No word could describe the feeling of being buried inside of her.
He slid his arms around her lower back to keep her hips pressed against his and started moving within her wet, tight heat. They both moaned and he swallowed the sounds coming out of her with his lips.
They kept undulating in a steady rhythm, sharing the same air and looking into each other's eyes until he felt her walls around him flutter. She closed her eyes and arched her neck as her orgasm rushed through her. She groaned his name loudly and Magnum hissed as she squeezed him tightly.
When he was certain she had ridden the last wave of her release he took care of his own with quick, short thrusts and buried his face into her neck when he came with her name on his lips. She moaned when he emptied himself deep inside of her before he collapsed on top of her.
She stroked his back lightly as they both tried to catch their breaths.
A few minutes later, he rolled away from her and lay on his side, propped on his elbow next to her. He stroked her tattoo with his index finger.
"I was right about the location. So what do I win?" he asked eagerly.
"I just gave myself entirely to you, what more do you want?" she asked him, amused.
His heart raced at her words, finding the idea of her as completely his more than appealing. He brushed his lips against her shoulder.
"That is quite a prize, indeed." he agreed with her.
He laid his head above her breast and relished in the way her nails were scratching his scalp.
"You're mine and I'm yours." he added against the skin above her heart, feeling it thrum more quickly at his words.
"You have so much more to offer than MI-6." she said lightly.
"And don't you forget it." he warned her gently.
Prompt #45 - Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.