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Room 222 | Thursday Evening

This week was starting to get ridiculous. There was only so many times Jim could run around the island without just getting bored of running. It worked, sure, but he wanted more than that.

So, he was frustrated like half the freaking island. And he was doing nothing about it currently because he didn't know what he wanted to do about it. He was sitting on his bed, paging through his phone and wondering who he might call to entertain him.

He had far too few numbers in his phone. He'd need to fix that. Soon.

[Mostly for one person but open before her!]

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Okay, Jim clearly knew what he was doing. Even if Bay wasn't hopped up on hormones, this would have been in her top five kisses of all time. (She thought. It wasn't like there was exactly an objective scale for it.)

She pressed ahead with the kissing, bringing her hand up to toy in the cropped strands at the nape of his neck. She'd really, really missed this.

Jim had enough confidence in himself to think he was pretty damn good at this too. He'd done this enough (though not enough times recently, sigh) to have this down to a pretty fine tuned science.

Jim looped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body because, well, girl body against his? Yes, please. Yes, very, very much please.

Hmmm. Boy body against hers? Bay wasn't even going to pretend to resist. She hadn't really had anybody to make out with for practically the entire school year, and now that she was doing it again she realized how much she'd missed it.

She moved her hands to the small of his back and nipped at his lower lip. Not hard, just enough to say hi, I'm here.

[OOC: Night!]

She was definitely there and he was happy about that, oh yes. See now, this was much better than running around the island in a vain attempt to get rid of the restless feeling that had been nagging him. This was much, much better because he was with someone and not alone.

Jim sneaked one of his hands up to her cheek, cradling her face while he kissed her because that was skin there and that was what he wanted to feel right now (along with about a bazillion other things). The nipping at his lip only made him kiss her a little harder.

Bay returned the firmer kiss, murmuring slightly at how nice the hand on her face was. The hand she'd had on his back started to drift downward, resting just below his belt.

Her knees were starting to do their best impersonation of a plate of jello, and she was starting to think vaguely about drifting toward the bed. (As much as she could think, anyhow.)

Edited 2013-04-05 13:21 (UTC)

Bed was going to be a good thing soon. Jim heartily agreed with that though not out loud because he wasn't about to break their kiss. Nope, not happening.

When her hands wandered down to her waist, Jim's hips arched towards her hands just the slightest bit. Maybe he couldn't return the favor without tangling their hands up but he could slide the hand on her cheek into her hair and tangle his fingers in it.

Bay made a little cooing noise at that. She'd always had a thing for having her hair played with, and Jim was taking care of that oh so nicely.

She gripped his hips more firmly as he arched into her hands, considered breaking the kiss to say something, and decided whatever she would have said was absolutely not worth it.

Jim was gonna take the initiative on this one. With his hand still in her hair and his hips pressing against hers hands, he started angling them towards his bed. He knew where it was, after all, and he didn't want them to end up on Jackson's bed no matter how funny that might be.

He kind of wanted to do things on his bed. He gave her hair a gentle tug, just an acknowledgement that he'd picked up on the fact that she liked it while he moved them towards his bed.

"Keep doing that and I'm gonna stick around." Oh, look. Bay found something to say. Not anything terribly brilliant, but she figured brilliance wasn't required when there were much better things to do with your mouth.

She followed along to the bed, grateful for the guidance as to which one was his because there'd definitely been a chance she'd get it wrong. She'd started snaking one of her hands up the back of his shirt as they went. Skin was the best thing ever.

"You're not gonna see me arguing with that if you wanna stay," Jim in between kissing her and sighing at her touch, turning them around so he could sit down first and try and pull her down on top of him. "You should stay. We could make beautiful music together."

Sorry Bay, it'd been funny and he couldn't help himself.

Bay laughed. "He's funny and he kisses good. See, I knew I picked the right scene partner tonight."

She moved almost demurely as she settled onto his lap, one arm still around his neck, and then went to kiss him again.

"And I'm pretty sure you're gonna be thinking that for awhile too," he said, all confidence because that was who he was. He leaned closer to meet her halfway for that kiss and reached for the bottom of her shirt.

Clothes had to start coming off here soon. It was imperative.

"Can't see a reason I'd stop," she agreed, and then her stomach exploded with butterflies as she realized he was trying to take off her shirt. She raised her arms to give him better access, wishing as she did that his shirt would come off soon too. Just in the name of fairness, of course.

Edited 2013-04-06 00:56 (UTC)

That could probably be arranged. And he wasn't shy so he'd probably strip off his shirt if he got too impatient. But first, her shirt. He made quick work of the piece of clothing and tossed it away. Maybe it landed on Jackson's bed, maybe it didn't but it didn't matter.

Because, now, there was a shirtless girl in his lap and he couldn't resist pressing a kiss against her shoulder.

Bay felt like every bit of bare skin was a nerve ending, and she gasped at the speed with which he'd disposed of her shirt (and really, who cared where it had gone? She had other shirts.) and the kiss on her bare shoulder.

Then she dipped her chin so she could focus on his neck. Licking it, kissing, it, nibbling at it ... maybe leaving a bruise or two, just to make things a little more interesting.

Jim tilted his head to the side just a bit to give her more access while he dragged his fingers down her back. She could do whatever the hell she wanted to to his neck. Leave a bruise, lick it, suck it, kiss it, whatever. Jim was a supporter of any and all things.

He breathed quietly, occasionally sighing. His mind wandered to thinking about stripping his shirt off and getting skin against skin. Soon.

Probably his shirt was going to come off sooner rather than later, if Bay had anything to say about it. Which, from the way her hands were working their way under the hem, it seemed she thought she did.

She let one hand make its way between shirt and stomach, feeling to see if his abs were as nice as she thought they might be.

His abs were pretty damn awesome but of course he'd say that. After spending so much of the last few days running, they might even be nicer than usual. And when she touched them? His sighs got a little louder and he wanted his shirt to come off even more than previously.

He wasn't going to ask her to take his shirt off just yet but tease too much longer and he might.

Bay wasn't teasing, she was enjoying taking her time. Good things came to those who wait, all of that.

(Okay, so maybe she was teasing a little.)

She turned to straddle his lap, then worked her hands up under the shirt so her fingers could better explore his stomach and chest.

Jim was just gonna be glad he wasn't ticklish or anything like that. He really didn't need t start giggling while she was touching him. So uncool.

And he'd decided to be selfish just for a minute, letting his hands stay fairly still while hers were on him. He liked being touched too, okay? Especially when it was a girl and she knew what she was doing.

Hmm. Well, if he was going to be patient like that -- Bay paused her fingers in their explorations (which had found verypromising territory) and finally caught hold of the hem all the way to try to yank his shirt over his head. "I shouldn't be the only shirtless one," she said. "It's not fair."

"Hey, I was just waiting for you to take the initiative," Jim said, arms going up to make it a little easier for her to wrangle his shirt off. "A few more seconds and I would have gotten impatient. But I agree, it totally wasn't fair. You should make it fair."

"'swhat I was trying to do," Bay said, and finally managed to get his shirt out of the way and tossed toward Jackson's bed before shooting him a grin of pure triumph. "There. Gender equality."

Well, technically she was still wearing a black-and-pink bra, but -- details.

"Very nicely done," Jim said, taking his hands from around her to give her a round of applause because he could. "If I had a scorecard, I'd give it a ten. And you even aimed for Jackson's bed. You learn fast."

Suck it, Jackson. Not literally.

"But yeah, this is better. Much better."

"Thanks, and you even applauded," Bay sighed in mock humility. "So now I know for sure I'm not a sex comedy extra anymore."

Idly, her fingers traced along his muscles -- up to the nape of his neck, down to his stomach -- as she spoke.

"Laughing at you would have probably been impolite," Jim declared, glancing down at her fingers. His skin buzzed underneath her touch and Jim almost wondered if she could feel that because he damn sure could.

"You're definitely not in a comedy anymore," Jim added after moment. "The other part? I think that can be arranged."

Bay's fingertips were burning hot, but in a way that didn't make her want to pull back at all.

"I think that's an amazing idea," Bay told him, and leaned in for a slow, deep kiss.

Definitely not a comedy anymore.

[FTB?]

Edited 2013-04-07 01:57 (UTC)

That's because this was so, so much better than a comedy. And Jim intended to make this a nice, long...well, it would be nice and long. Jim could promise that.

This was definitely an amazing idea.

[Works for me!]

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