AN: A very quick blip because I felt like writing and getting something out there. So I was about an hour away from posting my next full chapter (and it's a big one – I think over 30 pages)…when my computer dies. Hoping it will be saved this week. Fingers crossed. Until then…just some fun…Random outtake from sometime in my universe.

Jonny plopped down on the center of the baby blue couch in his room. He placed his books on the cushion to his right and looked around with a happy sigh.

He was a lucky man. The setting sun was shining through his large bay window. He had a great entertainment center all to himself. A private bathroom where he did not plan on showering alone in a few hours. And a big comfortable bed where he did not plan on sleeping alone after that shower. He tugged at his collar. Sweating already.

He was sweating more by the time she walked in, but all he could do was grin at the sight of her. She sat on the last free cushion, reaching over him in a teasing fashion to lay her books next to his. Then she sat back and curled her legs beneath her. She was wearing a light green slip. Lacey around her chest, but the rest looked like silk to. He wanted to touch it and find out. He wanted to rip it off even more.

They stared at each other for a heated moment and then started to laugh at the contradiction before them.

"You're gonna lose strip studying REAL fast," Jonny pointed out.

Jessie scrunched up her nose playfully. "Will either of us REALLY lose?" she challenged. Biting her lip to tease him some more.

At that, Jonny unceremoniously swiped all their books onto the floor. "Let's just fuck right now," he growled. Reaching for her hurriedly.

"Quest!" she yelled. Smacking his hands away and crossing her arms.

He did not know if it was his words or his actions that she protested, but he knew for certain that she was not mad. He slid a few inches closer. "I love you, baby."

She braced her palm on his neck to keep him from moving any closer and then slipped her fingers under his collar. "I love you too, baby." Then she laughed again. "How many shirts are you wearing?"

"Four. I decided on a different strategy," he chuckled.

"Clearly," she mocked. "I thought I'd find you in nothing but boxers honestly."

"I considered that option too, love."

She sat back. Pushing him away, biting her lip harder this time and then pointing to her books. "Quiz me," she told him.

Jonny sighed, but complied. He picked up her history book slowly. Thumbing through it and ignoring the lines she had highlighted. Intent on finding a hard question. He focused on the footnotes. "Alright," he smiled. "Name...the last ever...emperor of China AND when and how he died."

She narrowed her eyes. "That's three questions."

"Need me to start off easier?" he baited.

She shrugged and then answered confidently. "Puyi...1967...cancer and heart disease."

He nodded that she was correct and watched entranced and she reached for the hem of her slip and slowly took it off for him. She was not wearing anything else underneath.

His breathing picked up noticeably as looked her up and down.

She was perched next to him on her knees. Staring at him confidently. Just as confidently as she had answered that ridiculous question. He wanted her on top of him instead. Doing all the work.

"What are you thinking?" she wanted to know.

"That I like your rules to this game," he answered. "And I think you're beautiful."

She raised an eyebrow. "That's not what you were thinking," she accused.

"Yes I was. I was just ALSO thinking...that I want you to ride me like our lives depend on it." He shot her a charming smile as he said it.

"Hmm," she considered and looked him over. Propping her head up against her elbow and the back of the couch. "How many pairs of pants are you wearing?"

He was staring at her nipples now. They hardened under his gaze so he refused to look away, but he heard her trying to hold back a laugh. "Two," he sighed. Sounding miserable. "This is torture."

"At least one of us is going to study tonight," she quipped, reaching for his history book and opening it. "Nothing happens until you're completely naked, babe. Better bring your A-game."

"Can I get multiple choice?" he requested.

"Nope," she giggled. "No concessions. The questions WILL get harder as we go," she warned.

"Me too," he complained.

"Aww...poor baby. Architect of your own misery," she rolled her eyes. "Okay...what state did Washington represent at the Constitutional Convention?"

"Virginia," he smiled, kicking off a shoe. "Next."

She smiled. "Well done, love. Question two..."

XXX

"I want you again," she moaned softly into his ear.

His eyes shot open at the way she said it and he stared hard at the ceiling. His head was thrown back and his arms were spread across the top of the couch. His fingers digging into the fabric.

Her hips were moving at a furious clip. Propelling against him wildly. Using her own hold on the couch as leverage.

They were both out of breath and sweating.

He could tell she was getting tired.

He thought about helping her. He thought about seizing her hips and forcing an even faster pace. Instead, he tightened his grip on the couch and stopped thinking. He just focused on what she was making him feel.

His body was warm and humming. His head was foggy. He felt drunk.

"I want you again," she whispered. Almost incoherently. Shifting her lips from his ear to his neck and rocking her hips a little faster. "Jonny...please."

He laughed from the back of his throat, but it died as a low groan when she nipped at his skin. "I'm still inside you," he panted. Voice gruffer than normal. "Should we… finish round one first?" Knuckles turning white to keep from touching her and taking control. She felt so good and he was about to lose it. He spread his legs wider.

She faltered, but only for a second. Then she continued moving at a slower pace. Catching her breath. She lifted her head lazily and he did the same.

Jonny pressed their foreheads together and finally moved his hands to her hips to help his tired girl. Meeting each of her thrusts in kind and watching her face closely as he did it. Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling.

"Please," she begged. "Let's start over and never finish." But she made no move to stop or start over.

Her hands dropped from the couch and came around him. Holding onto him tightly instead. Moving faster, but less controlled.

It turned him on even more when she lost control.

"Please..."

"You never want to finish?" he swallowed hard. Not following. "Not sure if that's crazy or greedy."

She finally opened her eyes and gave him a confused look. "What?"

"You said..."

"Shh..." she cut him off. "Just fuck me."

Jonny bucked up erratically. He flung them off the couch and onto the floor. They were a tangled mess of limbs for a minute. Pushing against each other and into each other. Figuring out what felt best without slowing down. Seeking their own pleasure.

They got a healthy rhythm going once he settled between her legs and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist. That put him in control. Short, but hard thrusts.

"Jonny!" Her head fell to the side and his lips found her neck. He sucked firmly and his other hand found its way to her neck to hold her head where he wanted it while he made his mark on her.

"Uh," she moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around his. Locking her ankles with his.

That made him push up and look at her face again. She was focused and mostly holding her breath. Every few seconds she would release a breath, dig her nails into his skin and make a soft noise that drove him insane.

Then his eyes roamed south. Bright red nipples against pale skin. Skin that was glistening from exertion. It was not a vision he would soon forget.

"I love you," she whispered.

An instinct to pick her up off the ground and take her to his bed went through his body. But another, more primal, instinct won out when he felt one of her hands drop away from him and then he saw it heading between them.

He dropped his head between his shoulders and stared down, making sure that her clit hit his pelvis hard before she could touch herself. He considered it a victory when she moaned loudly again and her hand fell to the floor and fisted his carpet.

He did not stop until she unraveled beneath him. Then it was his turn to be loud. He could not help it. Absolutely nothing compared to the feeling of being squeezed by her because he was making her come.

He felt out of control and suddenly understood what she meant about not wanting it to end. Even though the end was the best part. Orgasm ripped through his body intensely. He kept rocking into her after he finished. Until he felt both of her hands brace against him.

"Baby?" she asked.

He collapsed on top of her in response. Burying his head in her neck and breathing heavily. A heap of deadweight. She stroked his head and his back as he recovered.

He loved her.

"I worship you," he praised. He felt her laugh.

Then Jessie turned her head and kissed his ear. "You were incredible, Quest. Every time I think it can't any better..." she trailed off with a happy sigh. He kissed her shoulder firmly. "And it's so sexy when you get loud," she added. "I love hearing you."

He rolled onto his side, but kept her close. She kissed him slow and he drowned in it. Still feeling drunk.

"What are you thinking?" she asked after a quiet moment.

He grinned. "That I'll literally NEVER forget that Washington represented Virginia at the Constitutional Convention."

She laughed loudly. A big belly laugh. He pulled her even closer and enjoyed it.

"I'm never letting you go, Bannon."

Her laughter died down and she relaxed into his embrace. It was a while before she answered. When she did, he almost did not hear her.

"Promise?" she asked softly. Just as softly as she had told him she wanted him again.

He did not hesitate. "I promise, baby."