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]

"Hasn't stopped you from submitting to mine."

That came out a little haltingly, but she couldn't be blamed. There was a lot to feel and a lot to get distracted by. She still sounded a little amused, too.

[pursuedthestars]

"I'm respectful."

Most of the time. Maybe.

In other circumstances, that would have been all the opening Jim needed to break the rules but he didn't. Instead, he trailed a hand down her stomach and down between her legs. There were still clothes, yeah, but that didn't stop him from pressing the heel of his palm down against her.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gasped. Not really surprised at the touch itself, since she'd felt his hand trailing downwards, but at how it felt just a little more intense than she'd expected. Her hips wanted to press up against his hand.

"Yeah," she said, "I can feel you respecting me right now."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim smirked. "Should I stop respecting you?"

It should be noted that he didn't stop. He pressed down harder, making small circles with his hand. A pesky thing like pants were going to stop him from getting her worked up with his hand.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie moaned, her head tipping back. This time, even though there wasn't that much room to move, her hips surged upwards a little bit.

"... Please don't."

His respect was totally working for her right now.

[pursuedthestars]

Jim pushed down with his palm again, using her hips arching up against his hand to his advantage. It meant he got a little more leverage to slide his hand against the front of his pants, providing friction and stimulation.

"I'm sure I can continue respecting you in this way. And other ways. Don't you worry."

[whenshewasnice]

"Wasn't worried." Who had time to worry when she was feeling like she was? Still arching her hips up. Her hand had slipped from his hair and was now bunching up his sheets by her side. "Looking forward to the other ways."

[pursuedthestars]

"I could just leave you like this," Jim said, not intending to do that, "and see how you react."

Well, he did actually pull his hand away but that was only because she was being so slow with taking off his shirt and he was just going to do it for her. Not immediately, just to make her think he was actually following through.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie let her hips drop back against the bed, and managed to roll her eyes even though, yes, she was pretty turned on by now and her body was not at all happy about losing his touch.

"My pleasure's not actually that dependent on you. So, it would be frustrating, but I'm resourceful."

[pursuedthestars]

"You're being slow," Jim said, reaching to strip his shirt off and toss it aside. "Such a selfish person, only wanting to indulge in your pleasure."

He was teasing again as he lowered himself closer to her once more.

[whenshewasnice]

"And whose fault is that?" Natalie retorted, moving to run a set of nails down his now bare chest. And around one nipple. "You were being distracting."

[pursuedthestars]

"Thought you had more control than that," Jim told her, smirking over her. He had a hand on each side of her head to keep himself balanced.

[whenshewasnice]

"Intoxicated, remember?" Natalie replied, even though that was getting to be more and more just an excuse rather than a fact. Her nails skimmed further down, over his ribs, and she watched them move. "Or, just a selfish jerk."

[pursuedthestars]

"I think it's the latter," he said, keeping himself braced above her so he could feel her hands moving over his bare skin. He didn't watch the trail her fingers were taking, he just let himself feel it and it felt really good.

[whenshewasnice]

"You might be right." She bit her lip, dragging those nails across his stomach, just barely above the waist of his pants. Purposefully slow. "But can you blame me? I did stay here to be touched."

[pursuedthestars]

"You're pretty good at doing the touching too," Jim pointed out, watching her face. He half smiled down at her. "Even if you are a little slow."

[whenshewasnice]

"Maybe that's just my way of asserting control." Like how right now her hand left his skin to run over the crotch of his pants instead. And she did that slowly, too. But firmly. Payback. "Because trust me, I could seize control over this situation in about two seconds."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim sucked in a breath but didn't react otherwise. Not yet, at least.

"Could you?" He believed it but he wasn't going to outwardly say he believed it. "Why haven't you, then?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Haven't felt the need to." Her touch got a little more assertive. Putting a little extra pressure where she knew it'd feel the best. "It's just nice to have the option. It's just nice to know I'm superior in some ways, even if I don't flaunt it."

Her little smile was smug. She was allowing herself that, just for now.

[pursuedthestars]

"I don't think I'll believe it till I see it," he said challengingly even if his voice got a little more breathy and ragged. He breathed out and reined himself back in. "Superior. Psh."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie's smugness went exactly nowhere with the change in his voice. "Spoken like someone who's never seen me in action." And maybe she was going to rise to the challenge and change that. But maybe after a moment more of trying to make his voice ragged again. She thought her hands could be superior to some others, too.

[pursuedthestars]

"Or spoken like someone who's only seen you be slow," he said, pushing his hips down into her hands just a tad. He had good control but sometimes he let a little of that control loose especially when he wanted more of something that felt that good.

[whenshewasnice]

He was going to have to deal with not getting more of that for the time being. She was terribly sorry, except not. See, she pulled her hands away so she could push him into rolling over and reversing their positions. Her on top of him, now.

And yes, she used her freakish strength to accomplish that unfairly. He'd issued a challenge, it was only right that she prove herself.

[pursuedthestars]

That was slightly unexpected but also not. He ended up flat on his back and looking up at her. If he'd been insecure, he might have tried to struggle and get some kind of advantage on her but Jim just laughed and shook his head.

"Not too many girls get me flat on my back that easily," he said, meaning it as a compliment.

[whenshewasnice]

Even if he didn't struggle, Natalie drove her point home by reaching for his hands, her fingers wrapping firmly around his wrists. Just for the moment.

"Not too many girls," she murmured, ducking down to almost kiss him, but not quite, "are me."