A/N: Instead of working on my programming project, I'm writing another one of these Jonesy/Nikki pieces. This one meant to be disjointed, hazy, surreal, and seductive. It's heavily influenced by the vibes I get from Tinashe's song "Spacetime" from her absolutely ethereal album Nightride.
(Anyone who follows me on tumblr knows that I am a borderline Tinashe stan.) But, anyways, enjoy!
Jonesy had a habit of sneaking into Nikki's bedroom on the weekends, but it was alright because Nikki had a habit of letting him in through her balcony. Maybe they wanted more skin-to-skin contact than their date nights had to offer. Maybe they desired a longer, sweeter taste of one another.
He couldn't help that he felt lost in space whenever her legs ensnared his waist. He could have sworn she was a warm and wet dream before he quickly realized she was his warm and wet reality. There was no dreaming with her—this was real life for him, no matter how surreal it felt.
He lost track of time with her, always. His concept of seconds, minutes, and hours grew hazy as he spent eons swimming in that ocean of hers. She was practically dripping for him. Her loving caused him to forget the existence of the outside world.
She could only marvel at how fast time went by. One day, he was her best friend. The next he became her lover. And tonight he rode her so breathtakingly she could see stars. With every thrust, he took her higher and higher. She only grew more turned on when he coaxed her legs wider, getting deeper into her. He gripped her hips so alluringly, his fingertips pressing into her skin getting a divine moan out of her.
She could have sworn her bedroom was spinning. Shit, maybe it was. This nightride of theirs was damn near a lucid dream, a bend in her grip on reality. One hand gripped the sheets and the other draped splayed onto his back as he sent her rocking and writhing underneath him.
Their moans and deep breaths acted as the soundtrack to this sporadic, unreal attempt at showing each other good love for the night. The kind of love that made her legs sore in the morning. The kind of love that left her with the memories of him lighting her body aflame. The kind of love that gave her an intense, indescribable feeling.
And, as their hips rolled in sync, Nikki couldn't resist crying out for him, just as he throatily uttered her name. She couldn't think about anything else but the feeling welling inside of her, causing her to shut her eyes tight and tremble with satisfaction.
And throughout this high, they both couldn't help but marvel at this being real life.