Simply Asking For It
Tessa woke hazy and immensely comfortable. She rolled over and pressed her nose into the pillow next to her and hummed with contentment.
It smelled sweet and leathery, just like Jem and Will. The sheets on either side of her were cold- she had obviously been asleep when the boys left that morning.
What time is it? She pondered, yawning loudly and stretching her arms above her head. She rolled off the side of the bed and picked up her now utterly crushed and nearly unsalvageable nightclothes and dressing gown, unhooking the tie from the headboard with a wry smile.
She quickly and quietly redressed, walking to press her ear against the door; wary that Charlotte may be traversing the halls and that's too much of an awkward encounter for so early in the morning, Tessa mused.
Hearing no footsteps out in the hall, she cracked the door open and hastily tip toed across to her room, slamming the door behind her.
She stripped, splashed her face with cold water and tied her hair up messily before slipping on her simplest dress to tie as she didn't want to impose on Sophie to do it for her. Tessa stood at her mirror and roughly brushed her hair of the knots that had formed there due to sleeping with her hair untied.
She fixed her hair and decided she was presentable enough for socialising. Right, time for breakfast, she thought. After just a sandwich for dinner last night followed by quite a significant amount of athletic activity- she was deserving of some breakfast.
Making her way down to the dining room, Tessa excused her lateness to Charlotte who was submerged in a sea of letters at the head of the table, Henry who was snoring softly into his eggs and lastly but not least, Jem and Will who were sitting quietly next to each other. They looked like dirty angels, sitting in their training gear, bathed in the morning sun light pouring through the Institute's vaulted ceilings.
'Morning Tessa,' Will said, his lips on his tea cup. 'How did you sleep?' he asked as she pulled out her chair to sit down.
'Fine thank you, I was quite warm-' her witty retort was cut off by a gasp as she sat down for the first time that morning. Her lower regions screamed in protest as she had sat down onto the chair and she attempted to stifle the curse that was threatening to fly from her lips.
Will's mouth curled into a cruel and knowing smile, giggling softly as he piled eggs upon ham onto an already overloaded fork.
'It was what, sorry?' Jem said having recovered himself from snickering into his tea.
Tessa breathed through clenched teeth, I can't even cross my ankles, she thought as another spasm of dull pain raced through her nether areas.
'Nothing- doesn't matter,' she said quietly, reaching for the tea and clenching her teeth again as she unknowingly shifted in her seat. Complete and utter bastards, she thought, shooting them each a cold glare as she poured her tea. This is your fault, she thought at them as she stirred in milk and a teaspoon of sugar.
Not as good as a morning coffee in downtown New York, but she would settle.
'Not eating this morning, Tessa?' Charlotte said in a mutedly concerned voice, not having looked up from the letter she was reading.
'Ah, no. No, I don't think I will. I'm still fullfrom last night,' she said casually, pointedly smiling at Jem and Will over her cup.
Will spluttered and began to choke on his tea, Jem white knuckling his cutlery as they returned her stare.
'What's wrong Will?' she asked, setting her cup back down. 'Does your tea have bones in it?' she quirked her brow before turning back to Charlotte, whose attention had been snagged by Will's lack of breathing.
'Late dinner, was it? I'm afraid I got caught up with some letters,' she said, gesturing to the pile before her, 'and Henry was, tinkering, and the boys were training so that makes for just you having eaten, sorry,' she apologised again.
Tessa shook her head adamantly, 'Not to worry, I enjoy eating on my own sometimes,' she picked her tea up again and looked over at the boys. Will had regained control of his breathing situation and Jem was still staring at her like she was wearing her shoes as earrings. 'I had a midnight snack, of sorts, anyway,' she said slowly before draining her tea.
She set the cup back on the saucer and braced herself to stand. She grimaced slightly as she stood, grabbing a roll to eat later as an afterthought before excusing herself.
Bells tolled in the distance as she closed the door behind her, not bothering to look back at Jem and Will's faces. She knew her smile was going to be plastered on her face all day.
As soon as she was in the hallway by herself, the skin on her back began to prickle and she shuddered, tensing and arching slightly as she stood motionless in the empty hall.
Tessa scanned the hall for the boys. This is the exact feeling she got when they were around. She would set her feet apart and arch her back, ready for anything.
She walked slowly along the far side, dragging her fingertips across the deep red wallpaper. She could feel every bump and ridge in the texture as she wanly considered what she would do that day.
Shaking her head, Tessa realised that in analysing the hall she had made it to her room without noticing. Opening and closing the door behind her, her back arched slightly again with a shiver.
Her heart stuttered with a jolt of adrenalin as she whipped around to face the door behind her. Sure as anything, Will had managed to beat her there and was resting against the door frame, his fingertips running up and down the timber panelling beside him.
'Enjoyed yourself at breakfast, didn't you,' he said, pushing away from where he had been leaning and reaching out gently to hold her hand in his. 'You almost made me choke,' he said softly with his lips at her ear.
Suddenly, he spun her around and pressed her up against the back of the door, his lips hot on her neck. Tessa gasped in surprise, rolling her head back so he would have more room and shivering again as he grazed his tongue across a reddish love bite Jem had left there the night before.
She draped her arms across his shoulders before murmuring, 'Well, I'm actually pretty sore, no help from you or Jem-' she began before being interrupted by Jem stepping out from behind her bath screen.
'I want to say I'm sorry about that, but that would be a blatantly lie,' Jem smirked, his eyes darkening as Tessa whimpered softly, Will's lips worrying her earlobe.
Tessa felt herself melting into Will's arms, the dampness between her legs was quickly returning and her heart beating a fierce tattoo. Will slid his thigh between her legs and softly moved it upwards, making Tessa jerk with pain.
She pushed back on Will's shoulders, gasping loudly at the sharp pain between her legs. Will stepped back and smiled.
'That sore, really?'
She huffed and harshly pulled her clothes back into place. 'Yes, I'll have you know I am extremely tender this morning, if you don't quite mind,' she enunciated with venom. 'I would not expect you to know what this feels like, obviously.'
Will bit down a smile and Jem pursed his lips, his hand coming up to cover his own grin.
'Obviously,' Will shrugged, looking over his shoulder at Jem who also shrugged with enthusiasm. 'Obviously would not know, wouldn't know…what you are, feeling, there. Tessa,' he said slowly, trying very hard not to laugh.
Tessa crossed her arms across her chest and glowered at them for the second time that morning. 'What are you going on about,' she said flatly.
Now Will was shaking with badly disguised laughter and Jem had a dirty smirk smeared across his face. Jem unhitched himself from where he was leaning against Tessa's four poster bed and approached them both.
'Well,' he said, giggling softly before apologising at her glare. 'Well, Tessa,' he began again. 'If you want us to show you, if you're too-'
'Shh! Jem! Later,' Will cut in, moving in to stand on Tessa's opposite side. 'What Jem was meaning to say is,' he trailed off, leaning in and kissing the spot behind Tessa's ear, placing his hands gently on her waist and lower back.
He gently licked her soft skin like it was his favourite treat, his tongue tracing invisible patterns down to the hollow of her throat and back up to nibble at her ear.
'Meaning to say,' Jem continued, mirroring Will's position, his hands trailing across the fabric of Tessa's dress. 'We both know only too well, exactly, what you are feeling this morning. Trust us,' he said softly, his lips against the soft skin of her neck.
Tessa, who was in the midst of swooning between the ministrations of Jem and Will, came up short and blinked through her confusion, her irritation having melted away into a fog of lust.
'Wait, wait- what? Where? I don't-'
She was interrupted by Will's lips covering her own gently, eliciting a soft gasp from the back of her throat. Will's lips ghosted against hers teasingly before pressing harder and licking across the seam of her mouth with his tongue.
Jem had slid around to her back, his arms bracketing her by wrapping around Will and her both.
'Will and I can do it too,' he said against her ear, his hand grasping hers and moving it around to rest above Will's ass. 'Just in a different place,' he whispered hotly, bringing her hand down lower before pushing Will's hips into Tessa's so she could feel his excitement.
Tessa gasped as she realised what they were talking about and squirmed in their arms, pulling away from Will's searching mouth. 'I don't, I don't understand, how does that feel pleasurable?' she said softly.
They both chuckled a knowing laugh which made her frown at her lack of knowledge in the area.
'Don't worry, Tessa,' Will said, pulling away from their embrace. 'One day- one day you will understand all too well,' he winked.
Tessa's mouth fell open.
'So, I'm going out for a, trip to the, store,' Will began tripping over his own badly put together sectence, squinting as he continued to talk complete rubbish. 'Across town,' he nodded, stepping around them both to leave, but not before stopping to turn and swat them each on the behind.
Jem smirked at him while Tessa hissed in pain, rubbing rump delicately. 'Bastard,' she muttered under her breath as he closed the door behind him.
And then there were two.
Tessa turned to take in Jem's appearance. He was wearing just his normal clothes, a simple shirt, trousers and neckerchief with a waist coat, his sleeves rolled up.
The weak London sunlight poured through the window and made Jem's eyes and hair shine, reflecting a warm silver glow.
She honestly felt a little breathless from him looking at her with such intensity.
'So,' she said awkwardly, crossing her ankles- shuffling in a nervous habit sort of fashion. This was the only time that she and Jem had really been alone since this entire debauched debacle began. 'What happens now?'
Jem smiled softly. 'Now,' he began, rolling his sleeves up more. 'Now I finish drawing you a bath. I just have to retrieve some oils from my room,' he said excitedly. 'It's for the, tenderness,' he put simply.
He was out the door and leaving Tessa bewildered in a second. 'Oils,' she said to herself. 'Of course he has oils, why not,' she muttered, her eyes unblinking as he returned and shut the door behind him.
She heard the door shut and looked over to see Jem standing there with an armful of small bottles. 'Come on, Tessa. Bath,' he nodded at the screen in the corner of the room. 'Be quick or it'll go cold,' he said walking over to lay the bottles on the bed, their liquid rising and falling with the motion.
Tessa bit down on her lower lip. 'Right, good. Thank you Jem,' she said, walking over to pull the door open. 'I can, I can take it from here,' she finished quietly, looking down at the floor as she felt the blood rise to her cheeks.
She hugged the door, refusing to meet Jem's gaze. She could feel him staring at her incredulously and she knew he intended to stay but she wasn't one to bathe in front of others. Tessa continued to concentrate on the floor boards, the silence stretching out long and tense in her quiet room.
She could hear Jem sigh. 'Tessa,' he began, 'Tessa, what's wrong?'
She shook her head softly. 'I-I can't bathe with another person, it's just strange,' she said gently. Tessa looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. He was standing at the end of the bed, holding a select few bottles of oils. He didn't look disappointed. He looked smug.
Well. That rubbed her entirely the wrong way. She stomped her foot and straightened her back. 'What? Please, I, I'm… why are you still smiling?'
His smile grew.
'Do you think you're fooling me, Tessa Grey?' he asked simply. Jem threw the oils on the blanket, and then began unbuttoning his cuffs, pulling his jacket off. 'Simpering, delicious, cunning; Tessa, I know this game.'
She stood straighter and near slammed the door. 'What?'
Jem stepped out of his shoes and began unbuttoning his shirt, meeting her gaze as he whipped the neckerchief away from his neck. 'Will plays it all the time,' he said, wrapping the fabric around his calloused wrist, pulling her attention to his slender and strong fingers. 'Please Jem, I don't know what to do or Jem, this or that,' he smiled again. 'All the while, your eyes give you away.'
Tessa faulted. 'Uh, well, I…' she fumbled across her words before she gave up and cocked her head to the side, letting her own smirk shine through. 'Fine, you caught me red handed.'
'Ah,' Jem smiled, nodding his head smugly. Out of the two boys, Tessa always thought the Will would have been the smuggest. Apparently not. '…and?' he prompted.
She scuffed her foot against the floor like a child having been caught with a lolly they hadn't asked for. 'And, I was baiting you in the hope that you would, I don't know, come over here and show me why you should stay,' she finished in a quiet voice, her face flushing a rich red.
Jem chuckled. Smug. 'Oh, Tessa,' he murmured, pulling his shirt over his head, 'I know you know I'm staying,' he unbuttoned his trousers and slid his fingers beneath the waist band. 'We mustn't be coy,' he said before turning away from her, letting his last article of clothing fall around his ankles as he picked a small vial of oil up from the bed, before walking over to the bath.
Tessa was left slack-jawed as Jem stripped and teasingly climbed in the bath drawn for her.
'Are you coming?' she heard his voice from behind the screen. She could hear the water displace as he slid his body in, the image in her mind's eye only too tempting to ignore. 'It is and excellent bath, if I don't say so myself…'
Her cheeks were still burning with heat, her body suddenly somehow ridged and limp at the same time. Breathe, Tessa. Just breathe. She took a deep breath before walking over to the screen. Through the thankfully thin beautifully painted silk screen she could see the silhouette of Jem's body, half in the bath and half hanging over the edge. Waiting.
Swallowing her nervousness and shyness, she braced herself and rounded the screen. Her mouth fell open immediately as she took in the ethereal sight of one James Carstairs reclining in a bath.
He was sitting with his back against the side, his silver white hair wet and long, slicked against the side of his neck with skin so pale she couldn't help but to lick her lips at the idea of marking something so beautiful. His long and lean legs were sprawled out before him, his thighs and his privates unfortunately obscured by the soapy water swirling about the tub.
Jem's lips quirked upwards; watching with curiosity as Tessa's pupils dilated quickly. 'So, you are joining me?' he asked, pulling a cloth from the nearby stool before wetting it in the hot steamy water.
He retained eye contact as he began to wash his own chest, catching Tessa's eye flickering down to watch. He purposely dragged the cloth hard across his nipple, hissing with pleasure. Tessa's jaw dropped open slightly; unable to look away he did it again, smiling this time. He was like a spider, all too knowingly playing her into his web.
Tessa was drugged by the visual of Jem in the bath. There was no hot blooded woman in the whole of England that would turn down such an invitation.
'Trust me-' his voice broke through her cloud of lust, 'the water will help for the pain,' he said in all seriousness. 'You will feel a world better after a bath. And,' he held his hands up in surrender, the wet cloth dripping a soapy pattern down his arm, 'no naughty business. I know you're sore, I really am just trying to help.'
The sincerity in his gaze spoke to Tessa on a deep level. She would have been joining him, regardless- but it was nice to know he respected her boundaries all the same.
Without moving her eyes away from his, Tessa reached behind herself and tugged at the strings tying her dress together. She silently congratulated herself on wearing a simplistic dress that morning as it fell down to the ground. She untied her boots and tossed them away, laying her dress over the top of the screen so it wouldn't crinkle and turned to face Jem again. Now she stood motionless in just a thin underdress.
When Sophie came to wash her hair she always wore her slip, it was polite and not to mention, going without would be unspeakably embarrassing.
Tessa moved to dip her toe in the water, standing at the other end of the bath to Jem. The water was warm and inviting, it smelled like a sweet flower and something husky and exotic.
'It's sandalwood and jasmine,' Jem said, answering her unasked question.
Nodding shakily, Tessa submerged her calf, making sure to not accidently step on Jem's foot. Balancing herself on the side of the claw-foot tub, she leaned forward to bring her other foot in.
'Hold it right there,' Jem said, cutting off her path of action. She looked up to see he was aimlessly dragging the cloth back and forth across his shoulders and neck. 'Why is your slip still on? I can't wash your back if it's still on,' he reasoned completely logically.
She froze and searched for a more acceptable answer than I'm slightly embarrassed for you to see my body. She found none.
'I always bathe in a slip when someone else is in the room, I do it with Sophie all the time,' she said, still half out of the bath.
He shook his head. 'Not good enough, Grey. Come on. You got plenty dirty last night and you deserve a nice unhindered soak. I promise no funny business,' he said again.
Flushing at his words she bit her lip again.
'Tessa,' Jem said, moving forward to sit cross legged in the middle of the tub, his fingers toying with the hem of her slip. 'I have seen you more than just naked. Your body is a thing of beauty and there is no reason to not be proud of it. Come,' he said softly, 'allow me to wash you.'
His words were so soft and genuine that Tessa almost believed them, reaching down to pull her slip over her head before tossing it up next to her dress.
'Fine,' she said firmly, leaning over the bath to lower herself in gently. Jem moved back to allow her room, letting her long legs settle in next to his. She hissed as the water hit her naked skin, gasping loudly in discomfort as she sat fully in the water. The pain was less in the water, but still irritatingly and upsettingly present.
Jem's eyes hadn't left hers the whole time; it felt so intimate and raw that she couldn't help but to gather her legs around her, feeling suddenly shy.
He rolled his eyes, his hand flashing out to wrap around her ankle. She gasped again, yet she allowed her foot to come to rest on the top of his knee. Jem bought the cloth down over her skin and rubbed in soft circles up and down her calf.
As much as she thought she wouldn't be able to relax, she found Jem's unwavering focus washing her forcing the tension from her limbs, letting it leave her body in soft waves.
Before long, both her calves were resting by his waist and her arms were slung across the sides of the tub, her head resting against her arm, intent on watching Jem's beautiful expression.
She could feel her hair becoming wet at the back and sides and knew that as the water ebbed up and down Jem could see her nipples, but that didn't matter anymore. She was too relaxed.
Tessa allowed herself to be tugged gently around so that she was sitting in the cradle of Jem's legs. She thought absently about how they always ended up in this position; the first night in the library and last night in his room. It was a good position. She felt relaxed and safe in the strong bracket of his arms.
He swirled the cloth around in the water, working it in circles across the tops of Tessa's thighs; slowly and teasingly close to where she knew she would be wet. She couldn't help but let her thoughts run away with her, looking at Jem all wet and gentle was just too much. He washed her thighs very well, just insinuating between them before returning to her knees.
'Jem,' she whispered, surprised at herself and how breathy her voice was.
His hand stilled for a moment before continuing upwards, running the cloth across her waist and stomach. She couldn't help but to groan softly in the back of her throat, leaning her head back to rest on Jem's shoulder. Now she was resting completely across his body, and could feel his hardness pressed into her lower back.
Tessa propped her arms up on the sides of the tubs, laying her body out like and invitation. She wriggled her hips backwards into Jem's, feeling him tense up behind her.
He breathed out hard, the cloth stopping its path across her stomach. Jem turned his head to run the cold tip of his nose up the side of Tessa's throat, his lips coming to rest against the underside of her jaw.
'I said no naughty business, and I meant it,' he whispered in a gravelly voice.
Tessa grit her teeth and curled up her toes, unable to keep in a soft whimper as he ran his lips reverently across her sensitive skin.
'Jem,' she whimpered, squirming in his grip, trying to provoke a reaction from him that would end in something more than tracing his lips across her.
He soundlessly bought the cloth up to rinse her breasts, the warm then suddenly cold water clinging to her skin pebbling her nipples instantly to a point of near pain. The feeling was so intense that when Jem repeated the action she couldn't help but curve into him, rolling her neck so her lips were pressing into the side of his neck.
Breathing in his addictive scent, Tessa bought her hands off the side of the tub to thread her fingers through his long, wet hair. It was silky smooth under her touch, her fingertips scratching softly over his scalp.
Jem let go of the cloth, his hands now free to trail up the sides of Tessa's body, starting slowly from the top of her thighs and continuing upwards across her hips and ribs. He smiled as she shivered under his gentle touch.
Tessa curved her back, arching into his touch. The softness of the soapy water allowed their skin to slide together erotically; she was starting to feel a little light headed.
'Jem,' she was unable to say anything else, her voice was like a caress, causing him to drag his fingertips over her skin a little faster.
He palmed across her ribs and upwards, over the sides of her arms until his hands were wrapped around her wrists. Her hands were still buried in his hair, giving him an incredible scalp massage.
Pulling at her wrists lightly, she let him stop her ministrations. 'If you continue behaving like this I'm going to have to go back on my word, Tessa,' he said in a hushed voice, pushing his hips forward again gently to articulate his point.
Tessa stretched in his hold, rolling her ankles and flexing her muscles. She twisted and strained, feeling none of the tenderness or pain she had before she had climbed into the water. A smile crept onto her face, knowing exactly what she was up to.
Arching into his chest again, she rolled around in his arms to press her chest to his. Their lips were a hairsbreadth away as she whispered, 'Well, I suppose you don't have much of a choice.'
In a flash of what Tessa considered was superhuman strength, Jem was standing a pulling her from the water, patting the water off her in long strokes with a soft and silky towel. The temperature in the room seemed to have mounted, as she was no longer cold out of the bath. When they were both dry, Jem looked back up into her eyes.
He smiled slowly before reaching out to circle his arms loosely around her waist, his nose nuzzling her jaw lovingly. Tessa moved to wrap her arms around the slender yet strong muscles of Jem's upper arms.
She leaned down into his touch, bringing his face up to touch her lips to his softly. They remained like that for some time before Tessa opened her mouth slightly, allowing room for Jem's tongue to lick out and slide hotly into her mouth. She accepted it was a whimper, his tongue licking across the roof of her mouth. She went a little weak at the knees as his expert kisses continued to unravel her further.
It wasn't long before she couldn't take it any longer; his gentle touch was her undoing. It was driving her mad.
'Jem, Jem- please,' she said, pulling them backwards to the bed. He allowed her to lead them back and allowed her to pull him back on top of her on the mattress. That was the end of his cooperation.
He leaned up on his elbows and began moving back down the bed with a wicked smile on his face. Tessa frowned, where is he going and why is he taking that mouth of his away, she thought, also leaning up slightly to follow his movement.
When she looked up, he was already in position; kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, pressing a kiss into the inside of her knee where it hung off the bed.
'What are you do-umpf!' he chose that moment to grab her feet and drag her downwards quickly, her arms coming out from under her and her hips coming to hang just over the end of the bed. 'W-what?'
The only thing keeping Tessa from slipping off the bed was the fact she could just touch the floor beneath her with the tips of her toes, otherwise she was just gripping aimlessly at the sheets on either side of her.
Jem's hands came up to trace across her thighs, back up and around to cup her ass gently, taking her weight into his hands.
'I believe,' he began, softly massaging her with the tips of his fingers, 'that you are one of the most beautiful people in all of England. I also know that you don't believe that yourself,' he said a little softer.
Tessa frowned at the compliment. She knew that he didn't actually believe that, she saw prettier women living on the streets, for goodness sake.
'You don't really believe that,' she said firmly, staring at the ceiling above them.
Jem simply sighed, his hot breath skating across her sensitive skin. 'Well then,' he said, sounding determined. 'I'll simply just have to make you believe me,' he finished. Without further ado, he leaned down and gently licked her core.
Tessa moaned loudly. She had no control over her volume; between the distant pain and complete and frontal pleasure which zapped through her, she was forced to give into her sensations.
He repeated the action, tilting her hips into his mouth and sucking her softly and slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. Tessa bought her legs up to rest atop his shoulders, letting the strain of holding her weight fall on Jem who seemed utterly unfazed by the development.
He dragged his tongue up and down, intermittently suckling her clit and making her whimper with every pass of his tongue. She could feel it so pointedly that the sensations overtook her completely; drowning out any and everything she was feeling.
'Ah, Jem,' she moaned, sucking in a shuddering breath as her grip on the sheets beside her tightened, her hips moving of their own accord; slowly grinding upwards into his wanting mouth.
He groaned at her exquisite taste and the sounds she was making were the stunningly arousing. 'Tessa,' he pulled away from her, leaving her breathless. 'Do you believe me now?' he asked.
She opened her eyes slowly, refocussing on the ceiling before shaking her head. 'I don't, no.'
Jem smiled before leaning back down and wrapping his lips around her again, sucking her just soft enough to not bring her the amount of pleasure she needed. He tipped her hips upwards again, the new angle spreading her just the right way to make her gasp loudly.
He held her hips still as she tried to move upwards higher against his teasing tongue. She huffed with frustration. The release that was dancing at the edge of her mind was just there and yet so far away.
'Jem,' she moaned. 'Come on, this isn't funny anymore,' she said, trying to move her hips again only to be held in a stone like grip by Jem.
He looked up again. 'No, no it's not funny. Is it,' his questions never sounded like questions.
Tessa was on the verge of tears. She pulled her hands back before pulling at the sheets harder and harder, biting down on her lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. Jem's breath was hitting her just where she needed it, the soft stimulation making her toes curl against his back.
'Do you believe it yet? Believe that Will and I want to downright worship you?' he murmured, his voice flowing over her like warm honey. He pressed a kiss into her skin, just by the love bite Will had left there the day before. She felt him smiling against her thigh before he turned his head to make his own just opposite Will's.
The sudden intense sucking made her arch her back hard, gasping as his tongue laved warmth across his newest addition to his love bite collection over hers and Will's body.
He moved back up to lick across her lightly, the intentional lack of pleasure making Tessa writhe in his arms.
'J-Jem, please, I can't do this much longer,' she gasped in one short breath. 'Please.'
He smiled again, feeling the last of the tension run from her body. 'You believe me now?' he asked before returning to lick across her over sensitive clit in earnest. Tessa began to twist her hips, unable to keep them from shuddering into his mouth.
She drew in a deep breath as his tongue unforgivingly flicked against her. 'Ooh, Jem!' she cried as she climaxed, her hips jolting in his grip and her back arching hard as all the breath left her body.
He continued to suckle at her until she came down from her high, panting as smaller orgasms fleeted across her.
Jem kissed back down her thigh and across to the other before standing at the foot of the bed. He climbed back up into the bed with her, pulling them upwards to lay their heads against the pillows on Tessa's bed.
Still a little breathless, she couldn't help but smile. Tessa flicked her eyes up and down Jem's body, not being able but to help lingering a little on his straining cock. 'C-can I return the favour?' she whispered shyly.
Jem returned her smile and then it was his turn to be pushed back into the sheets on his back.
Tessa slid down his body and gently gripped the base of his length in her hand, her fingers not long enough to wrap around it entirely.
He choked out a small gasp as she pumped him slowly, the velveteen softness of his skin making her mouth water. Trusting her instincts, she leaned down and wrapped her lips around the tip of his erection, letting him enter her mouth.
He tasted different to Will, but he tasted delicious all the same. Tessa began to enthusiastically suck her way down his shaft, loving the feeling of his trembling hips beneath her and his hand when it came to twist into her hair.
'T-tessa, please, I'm,' he stuttered.
She looked up at his face, his eyes scrunched up with pleasure and his head thrown back into the pillows. She could see he was still tensing and not letting go as she had wanted him to. In a last ditch effort to make him lose his mind she loosened her jaw completely and took almost all of him into her mouth, before swallowing: hard.
Jem stiffened under her, his fingers scrabbling at the sheets beside him for a sense of grounding as his other hand tightened slightly in her hair- not wanting to hurt her.
Tessa did it again and this time Jem couldn't stop the sobbing moan escape the back of his throat, her name on his lips. His hips twitched slightly and she knew he was very close.
'Mmmm, ahh Tessa- please,' he begged as she did it again.
Suddenly he pulled her mouth off him with, jerking beneath her. He gasped loudly; snapping his head back as a silent scream signalled his climax.
He painted his silvery-white release across his own stomach and some roped across Tessa's breasts. She gasped as it hit her; there was something animalistic about it that made her shiver to her core.
As Jem panted, his beautiful hair spread across the pillow around him like a halo, Tessa reached down to the end of the bed and picked up their towel and wiped them off. Jem shivered slightly as she brushed the towel against his now softening cock.
'S-sensitive,' he gasped out, grabbing her wrist suddenly and pulling her up to lie next to him. He threw the towel to the ground next to the bed and looked into Tessa's face, laying on his side.
She was lying on her front with one hand stuck between the sheet and the pillow and another curled up next to her breast bone. She was smiling absently.
He chuckled softly. 'I told you that you would feel a world better after a bath.'
Tessa's smile grew as her eye lids slid closed. 'You were right,' she yawned slowly. 'You were right.'
Jem smiled, bringing a hand up to play with her hair. She hummed contently as his light touch lulled her to sleep. 'I didn't wash your back,' he mumbled quietly.
Tessa, on the edge of sleep, smiled. 'Next time.'
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Will bounded back up the Institute's front steps, a few objects bouncing around in an inconspicuous brown bag beside his leg. Swinging the front door wide open, he skipped through it before taking the inner staircase two at a time.
With a grin on his face and a plan in his mind, he almost skipped down the hallway towards the sleeping quarters, glad that the only soul he saw along the way was Church who stared at him uncaringly before adjusting his position in the sun.
Rounding the corner, he came up on Tessa's room. He crept along the carpet, pressing his ear to the door and listening intently for any noises before cracking it open slightly.
He pushed the door open just enough to slip inside before shutting it behind him silently. Grimacing at the delicate work, he patted the door as thanks for not squeaking before turning around, hoping his leather shoes made no noise either.
Will looked up to see Jem watching him from his reclined position on the bed, his hand pulling through Tessa's hair. Jem was naked. Tessa was naked. Today was going to be a good day.
He cracked a smile so wide his cheeks hurt.
Jem bought his index finger up to his lips, silencing him as he accidently rustled the paper bag.
Is she asleep? Will mouthed, nodding towards Tessa.
Jem nodded, his silver eyes reflecting in the sun.
'Oh well, that's fine. She sleeps like a log, I'll tell you. We weren't exactly quiet this morning and she slept right through,' Will stage whispered to Jem who had begun to extract himself from the bed.
Will shook his head. Jem tip toed around the bed to stand next to him before pointing to the bag. 'Need a hand with that?' he asked quietly.
Will's incredibly large smile got larger.
'What? Did they have enough silk rope? Will?' Jem asked hurriedly. 'Come on, let's get started before Tessa wakes up.'
Oh, yes, Will thought. Today is a good day.
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