Rai/Jack. Lime. Short and simple... the way I normally write.
This of course meant later interactions.
What was that saying about once you've had a taste, you'll crave it forever?
Sheesh, getting popular quotes wrong was Omi's floor, not Raimundo's.
"So, you'll come back tomorrow?" Jack asked, bare chest showing over the covers just a bit. Rai tried not to squirm, partly of out of disgust for what he had done, and partly out of his urge to shove that body back into the headboard and do him again.
"Yes," Rai heard himself respond, moving the blankets out of the way to let his feet touch cold floor. He had to leave, the other monks would be awake soon, Wuya could come in at any moment, maybe he would awake from this dream, no, nightmare.
A hand touched his shoulder. Rai jumped. The hand was followed by an arm and another wrapping around his torso. A kiss was left on his cheek.
"You know, we're still enemies, right?" Jack whispered, lightly biting Rai's neck.
"Yea, that much I know." Rai said, brushing off the arms, and reaching for his clothes. He pulled everything on with amazing speed, and jumped for the window, calling his element to aid him in a hasty return to the temple.
Jack rolled back into bed, closing his eyes briefly to reflect on the night before. He smiled, opened his eyes, and prepared for a grand day of evil. After all, Rai would be back later.