Room 222 | Saturday Night

[pursuedthestars]

Jim was almost sad to figure out whatever craziness had been in the phones yesterday had stopped. It'd been pretty fun to get some insane calls from people he'd probably never talked to about things he'd never talked to them about. He'd be saving those for times when he needed a laugh.

Tonight, he had his door open for no other reason than to see who might be around on a Saturday night. It was kind of sad he was around on a Saturday night but he figured one night in wouldn't kill him. Besides, sometimes the dorms could be entertaining.

Jim was sitting on his desk chair, legs stretched out in front of him and book open in one hand. It wasn't anything special but it passed the time until he thought of something better to do. He liked reading for pleasure, anyway.

Shh. Don't tell.

[Door & post are open]

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[whenshewasnice]

"I think by definition, saying I'm not better is admitting similarity."

Yeah, she couldn't not be clever. But at least she kissed him right after saying that. Properly, this time.

Okay, it was pretty improper.

[pursuedthestars]

Jim's smile turned into a smirk at that improper kiss. He didn't care if it was improper. It felt pretty damn good.

"I'm sure I could find many ways to be an awful person to you tonight," he said and meant awful in all the good ways. He touched a thumb to her lip.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie kissed his thumb, and offered him another half smile. And a little press of her hips against his because those were good words to hear and deserved something in return. "Well, go ahead then."

[pursuedthestars]

"Oh, but I don't know which way I want too choose!" Jim said, sounding overwhelmed. "There's just so many choices!"

[whenshewasnice]

"Really?" Natalie drawled, amused, running a hand down his side. "I'm not sure there are that many choices."

[pursuedthestars]

"Well, there's on the bed, on my chair, on the floor, bent over the desk, on the desk, and against the wall. Again."

See, there were plenty of choices.

[whenshewasnice]

"Well," Natalie replied, as she reached around to put her hand on his ass, all idle-like, "that last one's already been done, so that's out." She squeezed. "And I'm not sure you have what it takes to persuade me to bend over for you, so that may be out too."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim's eyebrows went up at the squeezing but it was pleasant surprise. He licked his lips and smiled.

"Obviously, I'm good either which way," Jim told her, nodding. "Got a preference?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shook her head. "Not really." Was she getting her other hand on his ass? Of course she was. What? It was nice, so anyone would have done the same. "You'll make it good anyway, and you know my rules."

Her grand 'no marks, no hairpulling' rules.

[pursuedthestars]

"So many rules," Jim said, not really sounding like he cared because he didn't. "Maybe the bed, then. Be old fashioned about it. Screw you right into my sheets."

[whenshewasnice]

"Big talk, farmboy," she drawled, giving his ass a squeeze with both hands this time, before giving him a tug to follow her towards the bed. She was pretty sure it was the direction of the bed, anyway. Her sense of direction wasn't at its peak performance right now. "Let's see if it's accurate."

[pursuedthestars]

"You just told me I'd make it good so you know I will," he said, all confidence. He moved with her, keeping close and taking care not to step over her feet to trip them up. "I back up my talk. Always."

[whenshewasnice]

"Just because I have positive expectations doesn't mean I'm about to let you get complacent and smug," Natalie pointed out as she shuffled backwards. "I find people perform better when they want to prove something."

[pursuedthestars]

"I don't have anything to prove," he replied, shaking his head. "Nothing. Not a thing. You know I'm good and I know I'm good. And despite that, I'm still gonna give it to you till you don't want to get out of my bed for a few hours."

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes." Her legs bumped against the edge of the bed. "Because otherwise you'd be disproving the idea that you're good."

She leaned in for another kiss. And some murmured words. "Want another compliment? I enjoy you saying things like that."

[pursuedthestars]

"Thank you," Jim said, lingering in that kiss for a moment or two longer before he gave her a gentle shove. "Get on my bed. We're about through chatting."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie sighed, oh so put upon. Didn't stop her from plopping herself down on the edge of his bed, or pushing herself back a bit before flopping onto her back, all almost uncharacteristically easy and relaxed in her movements.

She stretched out. "Like this?"

[pursuedthestars]

"You comfortable?" he asked, sounding amused. He got a knee on his bed and then the other so he could come to hover over her. He wasn't touching her, not yet, but he would be soon.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie recahed up to brush a few fingertips against his chin. Guess she couldn't wait with the touching.

"The beds at these dorms aren't bad. So yes."

[pursuedthestars]

"Helps that it's my bed, doesn't it?"

He was cocky, yep. Jim leaned down, bringing himself (and his body) closer to hers, pausing just above her for a few seconds longer. "Tell me what you want."

That was his request right now. And then they'd stop talking.

[whenshewasnice]

"How specifically are we talking?" Natalie asked, mostly to tease, as she looked up at him. Even threw in some mock-innocent lipbiting for a second. "I want you," she said. "I want you, in your bed, making me not want to move from here for a couple of hours, after you've made me forget other people exist for a moment or two. Be my world for a while."

[pursuedthestars]

That last part was oddly touching. Jim didn't bring that to her attention though. Nope. He was going to start fulfilling that request because he was a man of action.

He swooped down and caught her mouth against his, giving her a deep, hard kiss just to get things started here. No more gentle touches (for now). She wanted to forget, he wanted her and this was the way to go about it.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was kind of a giant softie right underneath the mild surface. Sometimes when her walls were down, it got out in certain wordings. It was usually best not to draw attention to it.

Besides, this was much better. She could do deep and hard after all that had come before, and she could do it while tangling a hand in his shirt. Which was going to come off pretty soon if she had any say in things.

[pursuedthestars]

He'd be fine with his shirt coming off. He'd be juuuuust fine and dandy. Jim let his hips drop against hers, grinding against her roughly. There were clothes separating them and that was a sad thing but he'd get over it and the clothes would come off soon.

He just wanted to make sure she got turned on quick. He wanted her begging and pliant and aroused underneath him.

[whenshewasnice]

The way she let out a gasp against his mouth seemed to suggest he might be successful with that. Also, she shifted a little, moving her legs just a little further apart, just to get more of that friction from a more snug fit.

Her free hand cupped his cheek, and yes, the kiss stayed nice and deep.