Make a Fire Out of this Flame

Jon's suitcases sat just outside his doorway and Darcy nearly tripped over them as she left his bedroom. The alarm clock had told her it was not long after 9.

"Holy shit, are you excited?" she asked as she jumped onto the back of the couch, almost toppling over. "I'mfucking excited for you!"

Jon laughed at her, reaching back to ruffle her hair, "I can tell. Calm down, would ya. You can be all jumpy when you say goodbye at the airport."

Throwing caution to the wind, Darcy leant down, her lips hovering next to Jon's ear.

"What if I wanted to say goodbye in a different way?"

"What?" He asked, turning around to look at her. She kissed him as soon as he faced her, using her hands to hold his face close to hers.

Jon shifted away, changing his position on the couch, his legs hanging over the arm. Darcy looked down at him, pulling her lip ring with her teeth. She couldn't stop the squeal that came from her mouth when Jon reached over the back of the couch, pulling Darcy over it and into his lap.

She grinned cheekily, her hands returning to his face as she leant down to kiss him again. Jon moved her so she was straddling him, his legs still hanging over the chair's arm.

"Where has this been?" He asked her, kissing her jaw and rubbing his hands up her side. The cropped shirt she was wearing provided no barrier between his hands and her skin. She felt fire run through her body.

"Fuck knows."

He kissed her again, pent up frustration and sexual tension poured into the kiss and it was like nothing Darcy had ever experienced.

In a show of his strength – or perhaps of Darcy's weight – Jon managed to swing his legs around and lift himself and Darcy off the couch in one swift motion.

With her legs wrapped firmly around his waist, the only thing keeping her from falling, Darcy all but clawed Jon's shirt off, ripping it over his head as he directed them to his bedroom. She giggled when he dropped her onto the bed and slammed his door shut.

Jon had that effect on Darcy. He could reduce her to giggles and blushing and it frustrated her just as much as it made her happy.

The bed sunk slightly and he was soon hovering over her, his fingers playing with the hem of her shirt and his knuckles brushing over her rib cage in an act that made her light headed. She couldn't wait for him to take it off; he didn't look like he was going to any time soon, just staring at her face as if contemplating his next move. Darcy reached down, knocked his hands out of the way and took her own shirt off. If she had to be the one to undress both of them, she would be.

"What are you waiting for?" She asked with a smirk. An invitation to do whatever he wanted with her. Jon smirked down at her, teasing her when had made no move to do anything. "These," she took hold of his hands, "go here." Placing them on her breasts she was delighted when he took no time in squeezing them, twisting the nipple ring he had waited so long to touch. "And your lips-" She used her hands on the back of his neck to connect their mouths.

When she was confident that he wasn't going to remove his lips from hers, she moved her hands behind her back and quickly took off her black bra. Jon smiled into the kiss. Darcy groaned when he moved his lips from her mouth, tugging at the piercing, kissing her jaw and then her chin. He made his way down her neck and the valley of her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her skin as he did so. She arched her back when he kissed her sternum, one hand running over the large tattoo down her hip. When he kissed just above her jeans, Darcy couldn't help but moan and thrust her hips into the air.

"You like that?" Jon asked just before he kissed the exact same spot, sucking on the skin. Darcy moaned and thrust her hips again, Jon smirked against her skin. Her hands gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, stopping him from pulling his head back.

She whimpered when he did move his lips but didn't seem to mind when he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zip down – even if he did so agonisingly slowly. Darcy waisted no one lifting her hips so he could pull her jeans down her legs but she was plenty surprised when she realised he was taking her underwear too.

"Bit eager there, don't you think?" She asked with a laugh. Her hands were resting above her head; she was trying her hardest to be cool but both she and Jon knew that she was about to lose her mind. "What are you doing?" she whined, her hands moving to her breasts in place of Jon's when he sat back onto her thighs. She wasn't bothered by the weight on her legs; she was bothered by him pulling away. The left side of his mouth twitched upwards and he licked his lips.

"Taking a few mental pictures for the road."

"I'll send you real ones," she told him, squeezing her own nipple. She tried to arch off the bed but Jon's weight kept her pinned down. "Stop fucking around or I'll finish this myself."

Jon didn't move forward, in fact he moved sidewards – off her and onto the bed. He watched her, his eyes scanning every inch of her naked body, waiting to see if she was going to get herself off in front of him.

"Go right ahead, babe."

Darcy looked Jon right in the eye as she continued to squeeze her breast with her left hand. She lifted her right hand to her mouth, drawing her pointer and middle fingers between her lips. Jon nearly faltered as he watched her cover them in spit – he knew what was coming next.

She slid her hand down her stomach, watching Jon closely as she neared the one part of her body Jon hadn't yet touched. Her body arched off the bed and she moaned as soon as she touched her clit. She rubbed across it in a circular motion, feeling the pleasure course through her body.

"You're missing out," she teased him, arching off the bed again as she moved her fingers further down her pussy, resting them right at her entrance. "You sure you don't want to help?"

"I think-" Jon cleared his throat, "I think I'll watch."

"Suit yourself," Darcy said in a whimper, pushing her two fingers inside her. Her eyes rolled back into her, losing their focus on the man beside her. "Oh fuck me." Jon groaned at her choice of words.

"You look really fucking good right now," he groaned, shifting his position, so that he was leaning towards her.

In a whimper, she reminded him that he was still wearing pants. He knew that, of course he knew that – his cock was straining against them as he watched Darcy move her fingers in and out.

"If you – ah – don't fucking – fuck – take off your pants ri – oh god – right now-"

Darcy froze when she felt the weight on the bed shift. Through heavy eyelids, she looked over at him and grinned when she saw that he was finally taking off his jeans. He was doing so very quickly, jumping around as he kicked them off. He jerked open the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a condom, wasting no time in rolling it onto his erect cock.

"Let's see what you learnt from cheerleading," he smirked at her, kneeling onto the bed and moving straight towards her. He took hold of the hand that was still resting on her pussy.

Darcy squeaked when he grabbed her leg, pushing it up into the air until her knee was resting on his shoulder. She barely felt the stretch and widened her legs, waiting for him to finally do something.

"Hurry up," she begged. "For fuck's sake!"

Jon shook his head, despite how badly he wanted to give in. He held her hand in his and drew her fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. She moaned and let her head fall backwards, again closing her eyes.

"Look at me," he ordered, putting her hand above her head, his finger's entwining with hers. She looked at him and gasped when he used his other hand to line himself up at her entrance.

As he entered her, she squeezed his hand tightly, unintentionally clenching. He grunted as she did so, feeling her tighten around him.

"You have no fucking idea how close I am," she whined when he began to thrust slowly and deeply.

Jon didn't seem to care, as he hovered above her with her leg over his shoulder. He knew that she was losing herself – her self-pleasuring had given her a head start – and he captured her mouth in a rough kiss, fully intending to bruise them.

"Oh fucking god," Darcy moaned, moving her lips from his as she came dangerously close to an orgasm.

"Not yet," Jon mumbled into her ear when he buried his face into her neck. He stopped thrusting but didn't pull out. Darcy began to desperately thrust her hips. She just wanted her release.

Darcy grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging his head backwards, and whimpered, "I hate you."

Jon smirked and breathed out a laugh, never had desperation been so sexy. He began to move, just as slowly as before. Darcy's hand fell from the nape of his neck and she began to claw at the back of his shoulder.

"Let it go, Darc," Jon breathed into her neck when he felt her grip tighten and her body arch slightly upwards. "Just let it go."

She moaned his name, her eyes clenching tight as her head lolled back and her orgasm washed over her. Jon bit into her shoulder as she tightened around him. After a few quick, frantic thrusts he came, biting her shoulder even harder.

He pulled out of her and rolled onto the empty space beside her, staring at the ceiling for only a few moments before he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on his jeans. Darcy smiled and let a breathless laugh escape her as she tugged the blankets over her body. Her eyelids were heavy but she was adamant that she wasn't going to fall asleep.

"You want anything?" Jon asked, standing up at looking down at her. He couldn't help but laugh at her expression; she looked happy yet undoubtedly tired.

"No, thanks," she closed her eyes and smiled at him, snuggling into the sheets when she knew he was walking away. She opened them again when soft material collided with her face. He had thrown her panties at her. With her eyes closed again, she pulled them on underneath the covers.