Friday-Late Evening
"Jaaaaaaack" Sam gasped as they collided with the open bedroom door.
"What?" he asked, unbuttoning her jeans with one hand while working the other past her waistband.
"I've got my period"
Jack paused in his overtures. "Sorry" he raked the unbuttoning hand through his hair in frustration."If this is a bad time..." he said breathing hard.
"Well I thought maybe you wouldn't..." Sam's eyes almost pleaded for him not to care as her hands held onto his naked back under his shirt.
"Idon't care if you don't" Jack's hands grasped her back at her shoulder blades and pulled her body to him.
She moaned as he pressed his lips against her collarbone. "There's gonna be a lot of blood." she warned him breathlessly
"I've had your blood on me before." he drew her with him toward the bed, and, pulling the blanket off with one hand, he threw it to the floor and lowered her onto the white sheets.He buried his tongue in her mouth, enjoying the ribbed smoothness of her roof, the textured slickness of her tongue.Sam sank lower into the bed until it wouldn't give anymore as Jack held his body over her, bracing an arm on either side of her shoulders. When he released her lips Sam pulled his t-shirt up while he explored her neck with his mouth. The shirt caught at his arms, thwarting her efforts.
"Jack" Sam pleaded breathlessly, needing to bare him to her, needing to see and feel the man who was taking her body, mind, and driving her insane. Sam could see a rebellious glimmer in his eye as he pulled his lips from her neck and closed his mouth on her right breast. Sam gasped, and contracted, her body moved downward, searching for room beneath her and finding only the firm mattress.She pulled again on his shirt -more urgently this time- and Jack obeyed. Refusing to neglect her for any longer than absolutely necessary he worked her over with his tongue while slowly slid his knees onto the bed. She tried to stay still but her hips jerked toward him as his mouth tormented her. He straddled her,kneeling on the bed and, only when he was ready did he pull his mouth off her andlift his arms so she could pull his shirt over his head.Sam inhaled sharply as he pulled back out of his shirt and she felt some of his weight settle on her.
Jackleaned backon his knees while he reached behind his back and pulled her shoes off. Then he grasped her jeans by the legs and pulled them off. Sam's breathing came harder as he caressed her thigh near her panties, closing her eyes as he slowly removed them, leaving her lower body exposed.
Itfelt strange, yet shockingly liberating,lying open on the bed, with nothing to stop the blood. Ever since she was a teenager 'that time of the month' had been about containment. Preventing leaks, preventing stains, not wanting the embarrassment or hassle of blood on her clothes and sheets. But tonight posed absolutely no threat to her clothes, and the sheets, the sheets were toast."You'll get blood on your pants" Sam whispered. But now it wasn't so much his jeans she was concerned about as her desire to have them off him. Jack moved back from her and stood, shedding the rest of his clothes while Sam stayed stretched out on her back and pulled her shirt off, reaching underneath her back to unhook her bra and slip it off her arms, tossing them both off the bed and out of danger.
Jack returned to kneeling,this time between her legs."You'll have to burn these sheets." Sam breathed hotly into his shoulder, while searching out his back, which was already slippery with a fine sheen of sweat.
Jack moved on her"I don't know," he felt her muscles tighten in anticipation as he trailed wet lips and tongue down her ribs and onto her stomach."we might need them again." He could taste her salty sweat. The room was insanely hot, despite the open window, but now the heat wasn't unbearable or opressive. It was liberating.A fitting accompanyment to their passions, and they gave themselves over to it, and let it come.