"This is it," said Jess, letting her enter first.
"It's airy," she said.
"It is that. I liked the high ceilings, but it's a pain in the ass to heat."
"I wouldn't have pictured you as a high ceilings kind of guy."
"I'm full of whimsy," he said taking his jacket off and hanging it on a hook.
He closed the door, watching her walk around touching things in her short skirt. She looked out the large warehouse style windows on her tiptoes, and he couldn't remove his eyes from her ass. He shook his head to break the spell and took the food into the kitchen.
"You're also so much cleaner than I thought you were going to be," she said.
"I can't do messes anymore. Years with bad roommates made me change my ways. The secret is to not have too many worldly possessions." His voice echoed from the other room.
"Jess?" she asked, coming in and leaning against the doorframe.
"Yeah?" He turned and his breath caught. Her beret was gone, her cardigan shrugged off, and the tee shirt tight around her breasts. And just the sight of how comfortable she already was, filled him with something new. Something exciting and terrifying. Hope.
"How much garlic is in that Thai food?"
"From the smell, a lot."
"Then I think we should fuck first."
He almost went to his knees.
"Um…"
"Get it out of the way so our breath isn't bad and eat after. That is unless you're really hungry."
"Suddenly not hungry."
She smiled silkily, and her hip popped. "I swear, I'm not usually this forward. And I'm not a slut. I just know…"
"Yeah. Me too."
"This is…"
"This is it."
"Yeah. And I really can't concentrate until I know how your lips feel. Your crooked smile. It's fucking magnificent."
He let go of the bag.
She continued. "I've been dreaming about your lips for years."
"I wish I could say the same." He took two steps in her direction, so he was right in front of her.
"You're here now," she said.
"You're here now."
His large hands were on her waist, testing its malleability with his fingers. She felt so good.
"So…"
"So."
"You gonna kiss me?"
Jess bent his head and their lips touched and his world exploded.
Fresh heaven. Flowers of delight. Lush and wonderous.
His arms went around her of their own accord, her hands pressed against his chest, fisting his tee shirt in her hands.
Her lips were soft and supple, but she was keeping up like a champ.
He had to take a breather.
"Dear God in heaven," she said. "Imagine the sex."
"Hard not to," he said.
"I was right, you have strong lips."
They kissed again, her hands were under his shirt, her breasts against him.
Another breather. His heart couldn't take it.
"What's your favorite color?" he asked breathlessly their cheeks together.
"Why?" she asked panting, tracing circles on his back with her fingernails.
"Because I feel like I need to know at least something personal before I take your clothes off."
"Cerulean," she said nuzzling her forehead against his jaw.
"Good answer." He kissed her with little kisses around her ear. His hands were in her hair. He was right, soft as silk.
"You?" Her fingers were under the waistband of his jeans in the back.
"Green."
"What shade?"
"Doesn't matter." He kissed his way down her cheek back to her mouth.
She pulled at his tee shirt. "I'm guessing olive."
"If you say so."
"Kiss me damn you."
Oh this was electric. Explosive. But comforting, and warm too.
"Gillian," he said against her lips.
"Say it again."
"Gillian."
"Jess." She deepened the kiss even more before pulling away and lifting her arms.
He smiled and pulled at her tee shirt until it untucked from her skirt and took it off.
Black lacy bra. His favorite kind. And those breasts. Rory's had always had that point. That was fine. But these were round, and tailor made for his hands. He couldn't wait to palm them, suck them, explore them.
She pulled his shirt off too.
They stared at each other for a beat her eyes raking him over. "It's fucking cold in here," she said, goosebumps forming all over her body.
He smiled falling more deeply in love and walked over to the thermostat.
"You got blankets on your bed?" she asked.
"Yes, I have blankets," he said.
She dropped her skirt, slipped off her shoes and unrolled her tights shivering as he watched.
Matching panties. Goddamn.
"Well come on," she said going into his room.
She switched on the light.
He came in behind her, his hands going to her arms, and kissed the back of her head. Her shampoo smelled like flowers hanging over water.
"I should have known it would look like this," she said. There were no walls, only bookcases. Books on the floor, books on the stand. Books on top of the book cases.
"Do you have candles?" she asked. "This light is so bright."
"I don't think the brightness is going to make a difference in how good it's going to be," he said. Her skin under his hands was smooth like marble.
"True." She turned around to kiss him testing the theory. "Mm. It'll still be good. But I promise, I look better in candle light."
"You don't understand how exquisite you are." He took her chin in his fingers and brought her to him, kissing her slowly.
"Mm… well I'm feeling warmer now." She slipped her hands up the hard plane of his olive skinned chest, then his shoulders to come around his neck.
She was studying him with her fingers, and he relished in the feel of someone wanting him. She wanted him.
His hands glided over her back, walking them backward.
She sat down on the edge of the bed leaning back on her hands. "Jess?"
"Yeah?" he said looking down at her, unbuckling his belt.
"It's still too bright."
"I don't know what you want me to do about it."
"Our first time should be romantic. Dusky, and sultry. I promise, your orgasm is going to feel so much better."
She just kept punching him in the gut with the things she said.
"Oh! You have a lamp!" She crawled over to it with her ass in the air, flicked it on, and then got up and switched off the overhead light. "Isn't that much better?" she said quietly.
"Actually, yeah." He took her waist.
"Oh wait!" She removed herself from his hands and grabbed a red tee shirt off the floor.
"You're killing me here," he said.
She draped the lamp with it casting a crimson glow around the room.
"I feel like I'm in a bordello," he said.
"No. It's a boudoir. Think 1920's Paris…"
She walked to him slowly, her hips swinging, the red light magical on her red hair. She was otherworldly.
"Fuck." The blood was rushing.
"You're the tortured writer…" She put her hands on the bed and did a Betty Boop style bop of her ass back and forth.
"Come here," he said.
"And I'm the naïve muse." She stood just out of reach, pulling one bra strap down, popping her foot and looking at him from over her shoulder. "The lonely house maid that you took into your bed to educate."
"You are an adventure."
"But monsieur," she said pulling out a cheesy French accent pouting at him. "Are you sure zis is 'ow you tidy up za bed?"
Jess grabbed her and pulled her to him tight.
"Zis iz not 'ow I was taught!" she giggled as he kissed her neck and they fell sideways onto the mattress.
….
Gillian collapsed on top of him. They were sweaty, out of breath and on fire.
"Wow." He put his hand to his forehead. "What is that, six times now?"
"You need some more Pad See Ew."
"I do not need more Pad See Ew."
"Yes, you need your strength! Once we catch our breath, you have to do that thing to me again." He unsheathed himself and she rolled off of him onto her side, the sheets tangled.
"Which thing?" Jess reached over and pulled on her leg, wrapping it around him.
"That thing with your mouth and your fingers."
"Which thing with my mouth and fingers?"
"Oh yeah, there were a few." She leaned over and kissed him. They already felt equally acquainted with each other's kisses.
"So you all done for tonight?" she asked licking her lips.
"Not necessarily."
"That means you might be."
"I'm done with the food portion of the evening." He gestured to the containers strewn across the floor.
"Then you're not done with the naked, naughty, fun things?"
"You're incorrigible."
"That's why you love me right?"
"Yes."
She stared at him for a moment. "Oh."
He pushed the hair out of her face. "Gillian. This is weird. This isn't normal."
"No," she said.
"But it's right."
"Yes."
He propped himself up on his elbow. "I need to be honest. I'm afraid to say the word, but I feel it right here in my…" He pressed on his chest.
"Heart?"
"Is that what that is?"
"Jess, we don't need to say it right now."
"I want to actually. But I shouldn't."
"Why?"
"Because it will mess it up. This thing. Is this forever?"
"Yes."
"That's heavy." He collapsed on his pillow.
"Jess you don't have to say it."
"But…"
"But I will."
Jess turned to look at her.
She leaned down and kissed him.
"I love you."
He smiled into her eyes.
"I love you too."
"I know."
"Ok Han."
She laughed.
"Did I just mess it up?" he asked.
"Nope." She kissed him again running her tongue along his top lip.
He sat up. "So, that spider finger mouth thing again?"
"Don't use the word spider when you're talking about fucking me. And it wasn't that one, do the twisty finger mouth thing." She spread her legs.
"Oh, the twisty one."
He climbed over her and scooched himself down.
