Above the Faithful Bride
A/N: My first attempt at an, err, "intimate" scene: bear with me. Tell me what you think.
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Jack grinned. The upstairs of the Faithful Bride contained the residences of waitresses and escorts and "companions" as it were. The floor had not been swept in years, and creaked with each step. Noise from the downstairs area seemed far away and stifled. There was a corridor of tens of doors, each leading to crowded rooms.
Busy rooms, no doubt. Occupied.
Light became less and less existent as he moved away from the stairs, but the creaking did not. He did not hesitate, however, and to walk briskly towards the end of the corridor. Jack's heart pounded against his ribcage as the end of the corridor came closer and closer, and the door there was closed. Jack grinned.
The door creaked open. Utter darkness filled every corner of the room, and it was impossible to see anything. Jack grinned, still. The intoxicating, familiar scent of a woman was telltale. It was one of too much smoke, alcohol. It was one of a wrinkled dress and sunburnt skin. Blood red lips lingering in air.
"You're late."
There is no speaker, just a voice. It was soft but piercingly so. Deep with meaning yet light-heartedly so. Puzzling.
"Were you waitin', luv?"
Jack moved towards chuckles. She was lying down on their bed against the far wall. Her bed. He did not want to play games, solving her riddles in the dark and tantalizing him with soft kisses. He just wanted to feel the warmth of her skin against his calloused, cold hands and breathe in the smell of her hair.
Something collided with Jack's stomach as he made his way over. A foot.
"What do you think?"
That would be enough. Her foot was cold and smooth, and his hand followed it to find the exact location of its owner. Grazing her leg, it was bare. Soft against his hands, he found her waist, also bare, where he could determine the position she was in. Her legs were crossed, her arms now around his neck.
"I missed ya."
A powerful kiss. Her lips closed over his, inviting his tongue inside, sending chills down his spine as he relaxed on top of her. Finally, finally, finally. She shuddered under his weight and his fingers tracing her thighs produced a trail of goosebumps. Her hands found their way under his wrinkled, open blouse and onto his chest, where she dug in her fingernails. The strife and frustration of living his life dissolved into passion and excitement, and his lips made their way down to her collarbone. He covered every inch of her torso with kisses, making her back arch. His fingers running down her legs, she laughs.
"You're still dressed."
Jack paused.
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Next chapter:
- Undergarments. Everywhere.
- The ultimate fishmonger
- Where the heart is
A/N: My first attempt at an, err, "intimate" scene: bear with me. Tell me what you think.
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Jack grinned. The upstairs of the Faithful Bride contained the residences of waitresses and escorts and "companions" as it were. The floor had not been swept in years, and creaked with each step. Noise from the downstairs area seemed far away and stifled. There was a corridor of tens of doors, each leading to crowded rooms.
Busy rooms, no doubt. Occupied.
Light became less and less existent as he moved away from the stairs, but the creaking did not. He did not hesitate, however, and to walk briskly towards the end of the corridor. Jack's heart pounded against his ribcage as the end of the corridor came closer and closer, and the door there was closed. Jack grinned.
The door creaked open. Utter darkness filled every corner of the room, and it was impossible to see anything. Jack grinned, still. The intoxicating, familiar scent of a woman was telltale. It was one of too much smoke, alcohol. It was one of a wrinkled dress and sunburnt skin. Blood red lips lingering in air.
"You're late."
There is no speaker, just a voice. It was soft but piercingly so. Deep with meaning yet light-heartedly so. Puzzling.
"Were you waitin', luv?"
Jack moved towards chuckles. She was lying down on their bed against the far wall. Her bed. He did not want to play games, solving her riddles in the dark and tantalizing him with soft kisses. He just wanted to feel the warmth of her skin against his calloused, cold hands and breathe in the smell of her hair.
Something collided with Jack's stomach as he made his way over. A foot.
"What do you think?"
That would be enough. Her foot was cold and smooth, and his hand followed it to find the exact location of its owner. Grazing her leg, it was bare. Soft against his hands, he found her waist, also bare, where he could determine the position she was in. Her legs were crossed, her arms now around his neck.
"I missed ya."
A powerful kiss. Her lips closed over his, inviting his tongue inside, sending chills down his spine as he relaxed on top of her. Finally, finally, finally. She shuddered under his weight and his fingers tracing her thighs produced a trail of goosebumps. Her hands found their way under his wrinkled, open blouse and onto his chest, where she dug in her fingernails. The strife and frustration of living his life dissolved into passion and excitement, and his lips made their way down to her collarbone. He covered every inch of her torso with kisses, making her back arch. His fingers running down her legs, she laughs.
"You're still dressed."
Jack paused.
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Next chapter:
- Undergarments. Everywhere.
- The ultimate fishmonger
- Where the heart is