A Night to Remember
(NOTE: Here is the seventh story in the series. As always, Jackie is mine. Emil is not mine. What Jackie and Emil do is mine, but only because I'm writing what they're telling me to write. It's not like I have any control over this. Oh, and this story is rated NC-17 for a reason, folks! But hopefully, it's a romantic, tasteful and well-written reason!)
***
'Wow, dis is amazin'!' Jackie thought. She and Emil, who, she would argue, was the best kisser in the entire world, had been kissing for what seemed like hours, ever since Claude and Theo had left them.
Okay, so it hadn't actually been hours. Seriously, it wasn't more than twenty minutes. If it had been hours, their lips would've gotten awfully sore.
Taking a breather (which they both agreed was a great idea), Emil whispered,
"Chere, can I tell you somet'ing?"
"Sure," Jackie replied, silently wondering if she was supposed to be feeling the way she felt or if it was abnormal.
"I want you so bad right now I can' t'ink straight," Emil admitted. He really couldn't help the way he was feeling. She was beautiful. He loved her. She loved him. And his desire to have absolutely nothing separating them was growing stronger by the second.
Jackie raised an eyebrow and gave him a slow, quirky smile. "What's stoppin' you?"
Emil blinked slowly, not believing what he'd just heard. "Um…" he faltered. "You, maybe…?"
Jackie almost laughed. Almost. He was pinning her down, and she didn't think she was really in a position to laugh at him. She realized what her feelings were and it occurred to her that she wanted him too.
"Newsflash, mon amour; I'm not sure you got de memo, mais, I'm not about to stop you."
Emil blinked again. "You do know what I'm talkin' 'bout, right?"
Jackie nodded. "Oui," she grinned before turning serious. "Emil, I love you. Kissing you makes me feel all tingly an' like I could fly if I tried to. It's an amazin' feelin' an' I want to see where it can go."
Emil rolled over, lying on his side beside her. Propping his head up in his hand, he asked, "Are you sure, chere? I mean, you have to be. We both do. You get a big say in dis too."
Jackie turned her head to face him and whispered firmly, "Oui. I'm sure."
Emil reached up with his free hand and lightly ran his fingertips across her cheek, marveling (not for the first time) at how soft her skin was. He found himself wondering if the rest of her body was like silk to touch as well.
Jackie almost shuddered as his fingers touched her face, but it wasn't a bad shudder. She closed her eyes briefly and let out a small sigh of longing and desire. 'Oh man, do I have it bad or what?' she asked herself with a mental grin. She did have it bad, but so did Emil, so she didn't care.
"At de risk of b'comin' our least favorite person right now," Emil said, ignoring the voice in his head that was screaming at him to shut up. "Can I make a small suggestion?"
Jackie leaned over and kissed him firmly and deeply. When the kiss ended she answered his question,
"Yep. What is it?"
Emil blinked several times, the voice in his head screaming even louder at him and his desire almost uncontainable. He hoped she wouldn't be upset, but he had an idea and wanted to act on it.
"Well, I don' t'ink we should do dis right here, right now," he began, watching her sharply. "I mean we jus' had dat fiasco wit' Claude an' Theo, an' b'sides, I want to make dis special, for both of us."
"What do you have in mind?" Jackie asked, a smile playing across her fine features. She liked where this was going even if it wasn't going to bring any instant gratification. Not yet at any rate.
"I'm suggestin' you come by my apartment in an hour. You'll find out de rest den," Emil returned the smile.
"An hour, huh? I can do dat." Jackie confirmed. "I'm rather curious…"
"Sorry. I'm not sayin' another word. I'll see you in an hour." Emil replied, kissing her softly, then getting up and leaving before he changed his mind.
***
"Genard!" Emil yelled, slamming the door of the apartment he and his best friend shared.
Genard poked his head out of his bedroom and, shoving his glasses up on his nose, he squinted at Emil and asked,
"What? An' I ain' deaf, mon ami."
"I know, sorry. Look, c'mere an' help me, okay? I got less den an hour 'fore she gets here." Emil replied, rummaging through the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen for some candles that hadn't been used as weapons in mock swordfights. "Oh, an' could you be invisible by eight, please?"
Genard tilted his head like a confused puppy, watching his friend running around, setting up candles, dimming lights, putting different CDs in the stereo, and straightening up the apartment. And if Genard were in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, a yellow light bulb would have suddenly appeared above his head as he realized what was going on.
"Ah…" he said knowingly. "Yeah, I can be gone by eight…what time am I allowed to come home, Oh Great One? An' you probably should've said two hours, not one. You are goin' to feed her a nice romantic dinner, aren' you?"
Emil stopped in his tracks and looked at his friend, an expression of pure horror on his face. Before he could say a word, Genard started laughing.
"Red, relax. You take care of de rest of it, I'll handle de food."
"Oh, t'ank you, t'ank you, t'ank you, t'ank you, t'ank you!" Emil exclaimed, sounding very relieved.
So, while Emil organized the apartment in record time, Genard threw together some of his infamous (in the Guild anyway) spaghetti with homemade meat sauce. He was going to make garlic bread, but decided it might not be such a good idea.
They didn't notice how quickly the time was passing until Genard's watch beeped at eight o'clock. At the same time, the doorbell rang.
Both men froze for a second, a look of panic on Emil's face. "You were s'posed to be gone by now!" he hissed.
'Hey, I made you food!" Genard hissed back before continuing normally as he put on his jacket. "De spaghetti's on de stove, give it five more minutes. I'll be back as late as I can, I promise."
"T'ank you," Emil mouthed as Genard opened the door.
Out in the hallway, Jackie was ready to scream. She was nervous and expectant at the same time and it was driving her crazy. 'I wonder if Emil feels de same way?' she wondered silently as the door opened.
"Hello…and goodbye!" Genard joked, holding the door open so she could go inside. "You two kiddies have fun an' don' do anyt'ing de rest of de world wouldn' do!"
As Genard waited for the elevator, wondering what he was going to do with himself for the next few hours, he thought, "Man, it must be nice…"
***
"Somet'ing sure smells good!" Jackie commented as Emil hung her coat up in the closet. Jackie surveyed the apartment with a smile, thinking how nice it looked for a place where two men lived.
"Dat would be de spaghetti," Emil replied, hitting the play button on the stereo's remote and lighting some of the candles. He gestured at the beautifully set table with a smile. "Would you care to join me?"
"I'd love to!" Jackie replied, beaming with pleasure over the fact that he held her chair out for her. He always treated her like she was a queen, and she reveled in it.
***
They kept their talk light during dinner, each of them spending most of the meal lost in their own thoughts. If there'd been a telepath nearby, he or she would have heard more than was really necessary from the two rather turned-on Cajun thieves.
When they'd finished eating and put the dishes in the sink to soak, they sat on the couch in silence, exchanging smiles with each other.
'Man, you'd swear we were in high school or somet'ing!' Emil thought. He was rather amused by their behavior, especially his own. The whole experience so far was slightly nerve-wracking but also very exhilarating. He felt like he was walking on air, and nothing had even happened yet.
"Dinner was wonderful, Emil," Jackie told him, wondering if his thoughts and heart were racing as madly as hers were.
"I won' take de credit for somet'ing I didn' do," Emil replied. "Genard made it."
"It's okay…" Jackie smiled, deciding to be just a little bit forward. "I didn' come for de food anyway." She said, reaching up and, as he had done before, running her fingers lightly along his face. Her smile widened as she felt his body tremble at her touch.
Emil reached over and took her into his arms, pulling her closer to him. Hearts pounding, they slowly began kissing, gently at first, then more deeply and passionately. And this time, they didn't stop for a long time; instead choosing to let the feelings flow to see where they went.
***
They were still kissing when Emil, wanting her so badly he almost couldn't see, picked Jackie up in his strong arms and carried her into his bedroom, where more candles were lit, and incense was burning, giving the room a most enticing effect.
The kiss was broken as Emil gently laid Jackie on the bed and then joined her, stretching out beside her.
"Any rules?" Jackie asked softly, reaching up and running her fingers through his thick red hair.
Emil pondered the question for a moment. It was a weird one for them both. Being thieves, most rules were made to be broken. It was unheard of for them to be considering rules to actually follow. Finally, Emil spoke.
"Well, I'm as new to dis as you are, mais, it seems to me dat if either one of us feels de need to stop at anytime, we should be able to do so, no questions asked."
Jackie smiled. "I can live wit' dat," she replied, wondering what came next. Then she almost laughed at herself for being so stupid. 'Getting rid of dese foolish clothes might help!' she thought.
As if he read her mind, Emil kissed her tenderly and asked, "How do you want to do dis?"
Jackie grinned and replied, "Use your imagination!"
Emil started laughing. Upon seeing her confused look, he explained. "Maybe you better use yours. De only t'ing I can t'ink of is strip poker, an' I don' t'ink…!"
Jackie giggled. "Not tonight…but we may have to do dat sometime!" She thought for a minute and concluded that Emil's imagination had taken hers and gone on vacation somewhere, possibly the moon. However, she thought it might be fun to undress him, so she did.
She got up and sat on her knees by him, rolling him over onto his back. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then helped him shrug out of it. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head as he pulled off the T-shirt he was wearing and she saw how well toned he was. He was very fit, and looked like a god without a shirt on.
'Hel-lo!' she thought and nearly giggled. She pushed her thoughts aside and kept going at the task at hand. Knowing he must be going crazy, she slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, inadvertently touching him in a tender place.
Emil's breathing suddenly started coming quickly and he shut his eyes for a second in an attempt to keep control of himself.
Meanwhile, Jackie had pulled off his jeans and socks. As he opened his eyes, Jackie's hands were lightly moving along the waistband of his boxer shorts. She gently took them off him and found herself blushing slightly at the sight of the handsome, sexy and very naked man in front of her.
'Wow…' she thought, becoming somewhat breathless in a matter of seconds. She hadn't realized that the mere sight of him would make her feel quite the way it did. If a man could be called beautiful by the woman who loved him, then in the eyes of Jackie LeBeau, Emil Lapin was beautiful.
Jackie suddenly felt overdressed. Smiling at Emil she lightly ran her hand along the shaft of his penis before lying back down beside him and saying, "Your turn."
Emil was in no condition to get up and do anything, or so he thought. He had gasped, his entire body trembling, when she touched him, and he didn't think he could move, until the voice in his head told him she'd probably do it again if he undressed her first. That got him moving again.
Like Jackie had done, Emil started out at the top and worked his way down, first unbuttoning her purple and green flannel shirt and taking it off her. She wore a white tank top under it and Emil was happy to see she was not wearing a bra under it.
"Did you plan dis?" he asked with a somewhat relieved chuckle. Women's bras were a mystery to him.
Jackie nodded. "Figured you wouldn' want to have to deal with tryin' to unhook it."
"T'ank you." He replied, pulling the tank top over her head to reveal her small, perky breasts. That was one of the things he liked about her. She was normal and didn't see the need to try to be like a model or one of the women on Baywatch. Or even the other women she knew.
Emil found himself feeling lightheaded, almost intoxicated. He wondered why, until he remembered reading somewhere that each woman had her own particular scent. It was Jackie's scent (he couldn't place just what she smelled like, but he knew she was the best thing he'd ever smelled in his life) as well as what was happening, that was making him lightheaded.
Emil paused for a moment, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him before continuing. Gently, he undid her jeans and took them off her, taking her socks off at the same time. He was amazed and fascinated to learn she was wearing a thong. He also couldn't get over her shapely body, especially her hips. He hadn't noticed them before, because she wasn't really fond of tight clothing.
Emil smiled softly as he gently removed Jackie's thong, still curious as to how women could wear the things. 'How can dey possibly be comfortable in dese t'ings?' he wondered to himself. 'It can' be comfortable, feelin' like you've got a permanent wedgie. Ugh.'
Instead of actually asking Jackie how women did it, Emil lay down close beside her silently, the smile still playing across his lips. He reached over and, using his fingertips, gently traced down Jackie's slim body, beginning at her collarbone and ending at her hips.
Jackie shivered as he did this, but she wasn't cold. It was just a reaction to his touch.
Hoping to get some attention of his own, Emil lightly ran his fingers along her breasts, memorizing every contour as he did so. Jackie's breath came faster and she groaned with pleasure as he touched her. She smiled and groaned again when he tweaked her nipples softly, wondering when she had died and gone to heaven.
Jackie wasn't entirely sure what she was doing or how she was doing it. Somehow, her hands had minds of their own and soon it was Emil who was groaning with pleasure as she alternately squeezed his balls and rubbed his penis.
Their bodies were trembling, every sense, every nerve, was alive as they experienced each new sensation. Emil reached down with his free hand and gently started rubbing her clit and tracing along the opening of her vagina with his fingertips, smiling as she almost writhed at the touch. Like Jackie, Emil had no clear idea of what he was doing, he was just following his instincts. It seemed to be working.
"Are you okay?" Emil asked, feeling as if he was never going to be able to breathe properly again.
"Oui." Jackie replied just as breathlessly. "You?"
"I'm fine," Emil said, almost laughing. 'Understatement of de year!' he thought as they continued to explore each other's bodies.
Overcome by the passion flowing between them, they began kissing, amazed at just how intense it could be. Neither one of them had ever experienced anything quite like what they were experiencing right then and were both feeling rather dizzy.
"Emil?" Jackie whispered softly, breaking the kiss so she could speak.
"Oui, chere?" he replied, trying to catch his breath but not succeeding.
"Make love to me." Jackie requested, absently wondering why she wasn't embarrassed by the phrase.
Emil nodded, taking a couple of seconds to put on a condom ('Better to be safe den sorry,' he thought) before positioning himself between her spread legs.
As much as he wanted what they were about to do, Emil was scared to death of hurting Jackie so he went slowly, leaning over and kissing her softly before continuing.
They both groaned as he entered her, slowly and carefully so as not to hurt her. The smile on her face and the whimpers of pleasure coming from her assured him that she was fine. He felt like he was on top of the world--in spite of the sensations being dulled a bit by the condom, he could still feel the whole experience and it was wonderful.
Neither one of them made many sounds, save for heavy breathing and a few groans. They were already so much in synch with each other that they found a rhythm fairly quickly in spite of it being their first time.
Finally, after what seemed like a blissful eternity, they cried out in unison as they came, her muscles constricting and contracting around his penis as it pulsated, filling the condom.
Flushed and panting, they collapsed in each other's arms.
"So dat's what heaven feels like…" Jackie said, running her fingers along his chest.
"Yep, I guess so…Chere?"
"Oui?"
"I love you."
They both smiled. "I love you too." Jackie replied, snuggling closer against him, cherishing how good she felt.
Pulling the covers up so they wouldn't get cold ('As if!' Jackie thought), the two lovers curled up in each other's arms and fell asleep with smiles of contentment on their faces.
***
Genard returned home a few hours later, having spent the evening playing Pictionary with Jean-Luc, Mercy, Zoe, Theoren and Claude. He'd had a great time, but part of that was probably the fact that he, Jean-Luc and Zoe had won two of the three games they'd played.
Genard smiled at the empty pot of spaghetti and was glad they'd enjoyed it. He went around the apartment, turning off the stereo and blowing out candles. Hearing no sound comin from Emil's room, he dared to peek in at the couple.
The incense had long since burnt out but could still smell it. Before blowing out the candles, he took a quick glance at Jackie and Emil. They looked peaceful and happy together, and Genard correctly assumed they had had a good night as well. Smiling again, he blew out the candles and left the room, shutting the door behind himself.
Turning off the lights and heading into his own room to do some reading before bed, Genard sighed contentedly, and thought, 'It's nice to see someone in dis Guild be happy 'gain. An' if anyone d'serves to be happy, it's dose two."