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Oh, this chapter is prrrreeetty nsfw, so. Proceed with caution. :)

you moved in slow degrees
a sudden memory
you're a leonard cohen song
Better Than Ezra, "Under You"

She barely had the door open and got them inside before his lips were on hers, firm and hot and as familiar as breathing. Her lower lip slotted between his like it had been made to fit there, and he sucked. Nibbled. Hers parted on a gasp and his tongue dipped between them.

The years disappeared like nothing, and in a heady, dizzying rush they both felt seventeen again. Her arms went around his neck and he pressed a hand to the small of her back to pull her closer. They drowned in each other, all lips and tongues and teeth, breathless little moans and hungry, desperate pleas.

"Taste so good, Livvie," he mumbled as he kissed along the line of her jaw. "Just like I remembered. Better." He rested his forehead against hers and they were both breathing hard, rough pants that mingled in the charged space between them.

His eyes pleaded with her, challenged her, knew her, and with a tiny nod she accepted everything that look promised. He ran his hands down her body to ruck her skirt up; cupped the backs of her thighs and pulled them around his waist.

"You promised me slow, Ortiz," she said between fervent kisses.

"Might've lied. Sorry."

"It's okay." She fumbled with the buttons down the front of his shirt, then made a frustrated noise and tugged his tie over his head. "God you're wearing way too much clothing."

"Was gonna say the same about you," he said with a strained chuckle.

He got them to the bed and let her go to drop to her feet. She kicked her shoes across the room and stripped off her sweater, never once letting up on the kisses. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders and pulled away, catching her lower lip between her teeth.

"What?" he said.

"Nothing. Just looking at you." He was more cut than he'd been at seventeen, but like she'd noticed earlier… She ran her hand down his chest and pinched some of the pudge at his waist.

He blushed. "Been workin' on that," he said.

"I love it. It's perfect." She dropped to her knees and sucked the spot, capturing it between her teeth to nibble.

"God, baby," he breathed. "You gotta stand up. Please, Jesus Christ, stand up."

"What's the matter?" she said. She slid her hand up the inside of his leg to stroke the prominent bulge in his pants. "You don't like me on my knees?"

His head fell back and he tangled his fingers in her hair. "You know I do, Livvie. That's why you gotta stand up. Can't handle you on your knees just yet."

"Mmmm." But she did as he asked, rising to her feet and going for his belt instead. "Did you bring those condoms?"

"Yeah, they're—" He cast around a moment and finally caught sight of his jacket by the door. "Over there."

"Unzip me and then go get them."

She turned her back and pulled her hair over one shoulder. His hands shook as he fumbled for the tiny zipper, but at last he got it and dragged it down. She spun before he got a good look at the white skin of her back, and he stumbled toward the door as she slipped the dress off her shoulders. By the time he had the box and was facing her again, it was puddled around her ankles and she wore only a lacy purple bra and matching panties.

"Purple," he said with a grin. "I love you in purple."

"I know you do, Juicy."

He lifted a brow and wrapped his hands around her waist. "You plan this, Gable?"

"Nah," she said. She bit the side of his neck and sucked. "I just like to be prepared."

"I admire that about you," he said. "Really." He lifted her and dropped her on the bed like she weighed nothing, and she let out a shriek before lapsing into giggles.

"Ortiz!"

Then he was on top of her, his mouth and hands everywhere: her collarbones; the curve of her breasts; her soft tummy; the line of her thigh and the swell of her hip.

"You're so beautiful, Livvie. God I forgot how—or maybe you're even prettier now, sexier—didn't even think that was possible."

He mumbled on like that for a while until she laughed and pulled him up again. "You're still wearing pants, Juan Carlos."

"Huh," he said. "I guess I am. Wanna help me with that?"

She shook her head. "Nuh uh. Strip."

He grinned, big and wide, and hopped off the bed. He toed off his shoes while slowly unbuckling his belt, his eyes on hers and his lip caught between his teeth.

"That's right," she said through her giggles. "Take it off, baby."

"Oh I'm takin' it off." He tossed his belt aside and unzipped his trousers. She whistled as he dropped them, and when he kicked them away he turned around to shake his ass at her. She smacked it through his black boxer briefs with the flat of her palm.

"Hey!" he said. "No touching the dancers!"

"Whoops." She sat back with a grin. "My bad. Please, continue."

He got rid of one sock, then the other, rolling them down like he was taking off stockings, slow and sexy and with much contorting of his face, and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Nice gams, baby," she said.

"Uh huh." He ran his palm up the length of her leg. "You too."

She hooked a finger in the waistband of his shorts and hauled him closer. "What about these?"

"Thought maybe you could help me with them."

She sat up again, perched on the edge of the bed, and slid both hands up the back of his legs. Nibbled at his tummy and licked a circle around his bellybutton. He let out a soft groan and carded his fingers through her hair.

"Your mouth feels so good, baby."

"You taste so good." She tugged his shorts down so that his erection bobbed free. When her tongue flicked against the tip he hissed.

"God, Livvie, what did I just say? I can't—I'll last two seconds if you—"

"There's always round two," she murmured as her lips closed around the glans.

"Fuck! Goddamn, baby, fuck—!" He shook his head and pulled gently at her hair. "Livvie, wait, please. I want—this isn't what I want. Not the first time."

She sat back with a frown between her brows that he smoothed with the pad of thumb. "Have you somehow developed an aversion to blowjobs in the last few years, Juicy?"

"No," he said. "Ha, no, not at all. Especially not—I mean—your mouth, Jesus…" He ran a hand over his scalp and sat down next to her. "You give, I think, the best blowjobs in the history of the world. Not tryin' to exaggerate, either."

"Hhhm." She traced a fingertip along the tattoo that curved around his wrist. "That's good to know, I guess."

He caught her chin and raised her head so that they were eye to eye. "I don't want the first time I come with you in almost four years to be—like that. I wanna be…" He let out a long breath. "I wanna make love to you." He pressed his lips to her shoulder, then frowned and leaned back to get a look at her shoulder blade.

"I think I've discovered your secret, Ms. Gable."

She tossed him a look and grinned at his expression. "They're goldfish," she said. Two of them, almost twined together but not quite, done in a dreamy watercolor style. One was golden-red, orangey, while the other was black.

"They look like those goldfish I won you that time at the fair."

"Do they?" she said. "I hadn't noticed."

He kissed the orange one. "Almost the color of your hair."

"Mmhhmm," she said.

They locked eyes, and his hand wrapped around the back of her neck to pull her against him. He tumbled backwards, taking her with them, and they both let out breathless bursts of laughter as he hit the bed. He held her close, capturing her mouth with his and kissing her long and slow. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he loved her, but he managed to swallow it back. No need to rush things. No need to scare her off before they even really got started.

"Is that okay?" he said, nuzzling her chin. "Is that what you want, too?"

Her brow furrowed as she studied his face, but finally she nodded. "Yeah, Juicy. That's what I want."

His grin lit up the room, and as they kissed he reached around her to unclasp her bra. It fell away, and when his eyes landed on her breasts they went wide in surprise. "Holy shit what the when did—" He lost coherence somewhere in the middle and just shook his head like a stunned animal.

She giggled and sat up to straddle his middle. Tugged at the barbells that pierced either nipple with a concerned little frown. "What's the matter, sugar?" she said, all innocence. "You like?"

"I, uh—" He rested his hands on her shoulders and slowly drew them down her body, over her breasts to her tummy, then back up again. He cupped them in either palm and then tugged at one of the piercings like she'd just done.

Her breath caught and he jerked his fingers back. "Did I—?"

"No," she said. "No, that was good. Do it again."

He bit his lip and repeated it, a little harder. She rocked against him with a soft moan, and he let out a stuttering gasp. "Jesus," he whispered. He twisted both of them, sliding the barbells through the piercings, and she moaned again.

"That's so good, Juicy."

"That's maybe the sexiest goddamn thing I've ever seen." He slid his thumb back forth across her nipple. "When did you do this?"

"A couple of years ago," she said. "I met this girl…" She trailed off with a blush. "She was a professional piercer. One night she was—and she suggested—so I let her."

"She was what?"

Her blush deepened and she ducked her head. "Playing with my nipples, Juice. What do you think?"

"Oh," he said. "So you…with a girl?"

She hitched a shoulder. "More than one girl."

"At the same time?" he said, wide-eyed.

She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, and shook her head. "No, love. Not at the same time." She waved it away. "Let's not talk about all that right now. We were in the middle of something, weren't we?"

He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and flipped them both over. "I think we were, yeah." He kissed a line down the white column of her throat, over the hollow, to her chest. He paused a moment, lifting his eyes to her face, and then captured a nipple with his lips.

"Does it make them more sensitive?" he mumbled, flicking his tongue across it.

"Yeah," she breathed. "Especially when I'm turned on."

A smug grin. "Like now?"

"Definitely like now."

He gave a low, hungry growl and sucked the nipple into his mouth, barbell and all. He used his tongue to roll the piercing, then did the same with his lips. Her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders.

"Still remember lesson number one, I see."

"Oh, Livvie," he said. "I remember everything you taught me." He kissed just above her bellybutton, then punctuated each word with a rough suck on her soft skin. "Every. Single. Lesson."

He drew her panties down her legs and pressed his lips to the inside of her knee. Dragged his tongue over the scars on her thigh like they were long lost friends. "Was hopin' we could revisit lesson three," he said at last.

"Hhhmm." Her lips twitched. "Remind me what that involved?"

"Gladly." He spread her labia and lapped a long line from her clit down to the curve of her ass and back again.

"Fuck," she said, the word catching as her breath hitched.

"Seem familiar?"

"Rings a vague bell," she said. "Maybe you should keep going…? Just to make sure I really remember."

"Anything I can do to help, baby." He ran the tip of his tongue over her inner labia and carefully, thoroughly explored every inch of her slick skin. She moaned, and without letting up he pulled her legs over his shoulders. He flicked across her clit, a quick tease, and then licked down to dip his tongue inside her.

"Yes, God, please, yes like that!" Olivia had had her share of lovers over the past few years, but no one had ever licked her pussy with quite the same level of enthusiasm and dedication as Juice Ortiz. It was something she could appreciate. Especially just now, when he was applying himself with familiar zeal.

"Juicy!" she moaned as he wrapped his lips around her clit. He sucked hard, then soft, then swirled his tongue around and around the swollen nub until her legs shook.

He wanted to tease her. To keep licking and nibbling and playing until she begged him to let her come. But he found he had no willpower, literally none, and all he really wanted was to taste her as she came all over his tongue.

He slid two fingers into her and hooked them until he hit her G-spot. Her hips bucked and he lapped and sucked at her clit while she whimpered.

"Fuck, fuck, oh God oh God gonna come so hard, fuck fuck fuck!" One last rasp of his tongue and she was gone, her body arching and her fingers tightening against his scalp. He groaned as the rush of wetness he'd been craving hit his lips, and he lapped up every drop.

"Taste so fuckin' good, Livvie baby," he said, his voice drunk and lust-wrecked. He kept up the pressure on her G-spot and softened his tongue on her clit as the last aftershocks rippled through her.

"Juicy, please," she whimpered, "please, baby."

"Please what, Liv?" He kissed the inside of her thigh; bit down a little and tugged at the tender skin with his teeth. "You ready for my cock, sweetheart?"

"God yes! Want to feel you so bad, Juan Carlos."

He had to take a moment to collect himself, because her fevered plea was like a shock straight to his cock. It twitched against her leg and she wiggled. He made his way up her body, lingering here and there to lick or suck, and after a long kiss he reached for the box of condoms.

She took the little package from his hand and ripped it open. Rolled it up his erection while his head fell back on a hiss. "Tell me how much you want me, Juicy," she said.

"Goddamn, baby. I can't—don't think there're words big enough. So much."

She squeezed his cock and guided him to her entrance. Their eyes locked. Held. His mouth hovered over hers, and as he sank into her he swallowed down her gasp.

"Jesus Christ," she said. "Goddamn. It's just sex."

"I know." He kissed the tip of her nose. The spot on her chin that formed a dimple when she smiled. The little scrunch between her brows. "Believe me, Livvie, I know." He'd spent the last four years trying to drown himself in crow eaters and bar flies, and nothing had ever once compared to her. Nothing else was even in the same league.

The second he was inside her she knew she'd made a mistake. It was too much. Too perfect and too good and maybe better than she remembered. But she didn't stop him. Instead she buried her face in the side of his neck and bit down on his shoulder.

"Fuck me, Juicy," she said. "Please."

"Yeah, baby," he whispered. "Exactly the way you like it."

She wrapped her legs around his thighs and he rocked into her. They both groaned, and she chanted a string of curses into the curve of his shoulder. Every time he moved his cock bumped across her clit, and it was still so sensitive from the orgasm she'd just had, and he felt so big inside her, so fucking deep—!

"Is that what you want, Livvie?" he said. He nuzzled her until she turned her head to look at him again, and his smile was soft and sweet. He nipped at her chin. The tender skin of her throat. "Is that what you like?"

"You know it is," she gasped. "Fuck you, Ortiz, you know it is!"

He smirked and kissed her, his tongue stroking against hers in the same rhythm his cock plunged in and out of her aching cunt.

"Who fucks you like I do, sweetheart?"

Her head fell back as she moved her hips to meet him. "Nobody! Nobody, Juicy!"

"That's right." He bit the corner of her jaw. "Because you're mine, Olivia."

"Yeah," she whimpered. "Yes, yeah, yes!"

"Say it," he rasped. "Say it, baby."

"I'm yours! Goddamn, Juicy, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!"

"Fuck!" he cried. He'd thought he could hold on, but when he heard that it was too much, and suddenly he was coming, filling the condom with jet after jet as he bucked into her. "Fuck, goddamn, Livvie, Livvie, yes!"

He fell against her with a groan and rained kisses over her face and neck. Then winced as he realized— "Shit. You didn't come."

"I'm okay," she said. "I came before."

He gave her a look that told her exactly what he thought of that. He pulled out and got rid of the condom, then he was back. His mouth found one of her nipples and he stroked her clit with two fingers. "Sorry, baby," he said. "Wanted to feel you come on my cock so bad."

"We've got all night," she said between gasps. "Didn't you—God that's right just like that!—plan for at least three times?"

"At least," he said with a grin. He ran his fingers from her clit down to dip inside and back again, over and over, until she was shaking and moaning. "Mmmm, Livvie, good girl. Come for me, sweetheart."

She grabbed his hand and pressed two of his fingers inside, along with one of hers, and it was almost too much, but when he curved them to rub over her G-spot she let out a desperate cry. "Please, please, oh God don't stop like that yes, please!"

He groaned and sucked hard on her nipple, rolling the barbell with his tongue and tugging it a little with his teeth. She added another finger and his thumb scraped over her clit and the orgasm hit all in a rush, an electric shock that scrambled her brain and tightened her entire body.

"Good, good, that's it, that's so good," Juice said, his words muffled around her nipple, and the vibrations set off a fresh wave of shudders.

"God," she breathed. She dragged his fingers out of her and sucked them clean while he did the same to hers. They grinned at each other and dissolved into giddy laughter.

"Wow," he said.

"Seconded." She shifted a little and her mouth quirked. "My goodness. Already?"

"Gettin' there," he said. "Hopefully I'll last a little longer this time."

She kissed his nose. "Don't worry about it. It all worked out, didn't it?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Juice. Seriously." Her hand closed around his shaft and she squeezed. "Don't worry about it." She touched her top lip with the tip of her tongue. "Can I use my mouth this time?"

He fell back against the pillows with a groan. "Would it be pathetic if I begged?"

"Not at all. You know I love it when you beg." She started to kiss her way down his body, but he stopped her a moment. She cast him a questioning glance and he grinned.

"I missed you, baby."

She smiled back and flicked her tongue over his nipple. "I missed you too, Juicy."

And it went on like that, the two of them re-learning each other after the years apart, teasing and exploring and worshipping. It ended up being more than three times—they lost count—and after they finally both collapsed into boneless, panting, exhausted heaps, he gathered her against him and buried his face in her hair. She'd changed her shampoo, but beneath it she still smelled like Olivia.

His Olivia. Liv. His girl. He finally had her back, and he'd be damned if he let her go again.

It was the last thought in his head as he drifted off for the first real sleep he'd had in as long as he could remember.

Welp. I have ch4 written, and now I'm trying to decide how to proceed with ch5. I'm sure it'll all work out.