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Room 222 | Saturday Night

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.

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Natalie loved the sound of his voice, just then. It made her moan. And sweat was good. Natalie was sweating a bit too. She cared exactly as little. She kept rocking her hips against his. Kept rocking the bed. Made it hard and fast with skin slapping against skin.

She even managed to pry her eyes open again, although the sight of him grasping the headboard just made her moan again. Louder. This was way better than trying to make him beg.

Too bad this really wasn't going to last much longer.

It was okay, they could go again in a bit if it didn't last too much longer. He'd agreed to be her world for awhile and if that meant another round? Well, he'd do it. Because it was oh so hard and all.

Jim grabbed the headboard hard and the muscles in his arm strained with the force he was pulling against it. The bed was squeaking and creaking but he didn't care. He held on and jerked his hips up, meeting her thrusts and making skin slap skin with a sharp noise each time.

Jim panted and moaned, trying to hold on for just a few moments longer. Just a little longer but it was spiraling towards the end really quickly.

Really quickly. And Natalie gave it her all, too. Everything was more erratic, but it was hard and harsh and she was barely managing to breathe, and what she managed was littered with moans and gasps and mumbled fragments of words. She could hear the bed creaking, and she could feel it moving underneath them.

She was getting so many points for that.

But that didn't matter right now. Her back arched, her eyes closed tightly again, and even after all her moaning, she whimpered once the release lashed through her, almost taking her by surprise. Not even entirely stopping the movement of her hips.

Oh thank goodness.

As soon as he felt her tightening around his cock, Jim pushed up as hard as he could and let go. He started coming hard with a hard, shuddering full body tremble. He gripped the headboard so tightly, he thought he might break it. His body trembled and shook as his orgasm continued for what felt like a long, long time.

The bed was creaking and rocking and he would love the memory of that later on. Love it. His eyes were closed and his world was pretty much where he was inside of her and everything that feeling was producing.

He moaned again as the orgasm started to subside.

Natalie exhaled a shuddering moan of her own, and sank down against him. She was still trembling a bit as she tried to catch her breath, face half buried against the crook of his neck.

Oh, that had been pretty good. Yes. In fact it kind of still was.

Yeah, that had been...yeah, that was awesome. He shuddered once more and then closed his eyes, soaking up her warmth and their shared body heat after all that exertion.

He took a few deep, deep breaths and sighed.

"Jesus." That was a good word there.

"Don't get religious on me."

He could probably tell by how those words got murmured into his neck just how serious she was.

"Sorry." He chuckled low and draped a loose arm around her. "That was great."

"It was." See, she was being more agreeable this time around. The arm helped, though she was feeling different otherwise too. "Met all goals."

"Goals." Jim snickered and shook his head. "You would have goals even for sex."

He kept laughing and rubbed his face with one uncoordinated hand.

She could feel his laugh through his chest.

Right now, she liked that. "Well," she said, "there's the goal of it feeling good." Kind of an obvious one. "The goal of orgasms, though that's best treated as a subgoal of the first one because that's not what good sex is all about. And then there were the specific goals for hard riding and making your bed move."

He'd made fun of her. She could get smart about it.

"Pretty sure I got a bonus for that last one."

"Glad I could be apart of that bonus," Jim said, laughing again. He kept his arm around her and sighed quietly. "We can give it a go again in a bit. See if the bed can move a little more, if you want."

Natalie kissed the side of his neck. Soft and a little lazy, and mostly coming from the general desire to be tender because she didn't have a lot of outlets for that these days. He was just conveniently there and available to be touched.

"Well, you did say something about screwing me right into the sheets," she remarked. "And I haven't noticed any of that happening yet."

(Jackson, for his part, had been outside the door some time ago, verbally keysmashed at how much he didn't want to deal with any of this, and headed out to check himself into the hotel in town.)

"You will," he murmured, smirking at her good memory. "I promise. Before the night is over, you will have been dutifully screwed into my sheets."

He was confident of that.

And he wasn't sorry, Jackson.

This time, it was Natalie who laughed. A throaty sort of quiet chuckle that seemed to ever so slightly take her by surprise. "Mm. That'll make getting home interesting."

She lived a few doors down the hall.

"I'm sure you'll make due," he said, sighing and stroking her back gently. "And you want that anyway. So, you'll make due. I have faith in you."

She sighed and shifted a bit to get more comfortable. Not that she wasn't already.

"Just don't screw me out of the ability to walk."

"Don't worry." He sighed again and relaxed completely. "I won't."

He'd try but he doubted he could. She was hardy.

Yeah, he was good, but that would probably have necessitated something superhuman. She was probably safe. She snorted, and quieted down for a moment. Nuzzled his neck, briefly, and just breathed in and out.

But then, quietly, she said, "Hey, Jim?"

"Hey, what?" Jim asked, looking down at the top of her head.

Natalie peered up at him. "On the off chance that I go back to hating you in the morning..." She was fickle and unpredictable, lately, and she knew it. "Thanks."

No, it wasn't for screwing her.

"Thanks?" He blinked down at her a few times. "What for?"

Natalie paused, like she needed to consider her answers. Which she did. Nothing was too straightforward. "For closing your door," she settled on. "Talking to me. Basically holding my hand while I was doing something dirty to you."

It broke down into details.

"Oh."

He hadn't expected that but it didn't freak him out. He'd figured she needed it. He had some pretty good observational skills when he wanted to use them.

"You're welcome. Anytime. But, I hope you don't go back to hating me in the morning. But, you're welcome."

"There's nothing wrong with a little hate."

That was not sincere, and she didn't mean it. She turned her face back against his neck.

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