Room 222 | Thursday Evening

[pursuedthestars]

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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[pursuedthestars]

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.

[justbeingbay]

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.

[pursuedthestars]

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.

[justbeingbay]

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.

[pursuedthestars]

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.

[justbeingbay]

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.

[pursuedthestars]

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.

[justbeingbay]

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."

[pursuedthestars]

"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."

[justbeingbay]

"'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.

[pursuedthestars]

"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."

[justbeingbay]

"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.

[pursuedthestars]

"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."

[justbeingbay]

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?]

[pursuedthestars]

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!]