Room 222 | Sunday Morning

[pursuedthestars]

Jim hadn't wasted any time in getting back to his room. Hey, he would almost welcome Jackson's presence after all that time without privacy. He didn't mind the bouncy castles but man, the novelty wore off quick and he didn't like rolling over in the middle of the night and ending up splayed against the side of a castle with plastic up his nose.

He'd brought Natalie the snake back first, setting her up on his bed so she could slither around and do her snake thing before going back and getting the rest of his stuff. He'd dropped all that on the floor beside his bed and stretched before flopping down beside Natalie.

Who was still a snake.

"You ever gonna change back?" he asked idly, not expecting a response. He got none. Jim sighed and tucked an arm under his head. Snakes were not great conversation partners.

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[pursuedthestars]

"I'm sure a few visits could be arranged," he told her after she'd kissed him. "I've never been to Haiti and I'm always good for some after hours physical fun. I am rather good at it. Or so I've been told."

By her and all.

"I hope I don't ruin your reputation with your political friends down there."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well I'm not about to let you run around meeting people."

She was mostly joking. Only mostly, though.

"I'm sure we can be discrete enough about our... fun, to not do permanent damage to my reputation."

[pursuedthestars]

"Hey, I didn't expect to meet people," Jim told her. "But, you know, someone sees me going into your room and they might start talking. Might want me for themselves."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, they can't have you," Natalie told him, before kissing him again. Maybe to persuade him into agreeing. Maybe just for fun. "On that version of Haiti..."

Trailing her hand down his chest, she sighed against his lips, mid-sentence. Just to blow air against his lips.

"You're mine."

[pursuedthestars]

"I don't do well with politicians anyway," he told her, chuckling quietly and smiling down at her. "I'll make an exception for you because you weren't a politician when I met you but you wouldn't have to worry about me."

[whenshewasnice]

"And I'm a lowly assistant, anyway," Natalie drawled, making it clear she didn't actually think she was a lowly anything. It was just an expression. "Not a politician. But visiting me would probably have some of the perks of visiting one."

[pursuedthestars]

"Such as?" Jim asked, still smiling.

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, I won't be living in squalor." Not like a princess or anything, either. But comfortably enough, in a nice area. "Probably with some diplomatic privileges, too. Too early to tell but I'm sure fun things might be arranged."

[pursuedthestars]

"Oooh, diplomatic privileges," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at that. "Sounds enticing."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie snorted, quietly. "Well, it's more than most recent high school grads have to offer."

[pursuedthestars]

"I think you've persuaded me," Jim said though he'd already been persuaded for the most part. "I'll come visit."

[whenshewasnice]

"I think you would've been persuaded if I'd just pointed out I'll have a nice bed there," she quipped. "You're easy."

[pursuedthestars]

She wasn't wrong.

"Yeah, but the extra amenities just makes the decision easier," Jim said. "And I am easy."

[whenshewasnice]

"You are." Her hand slid just slightly underneath his shirt. Nails on skin. "Insert pun here about when you're hard."

[pursuedthestars]

"Well, you would know all about that, wouldn't you?" he quipped, stretching slightly when he felt her hands on his skin.

[whenshewasnice]

"How so?" she asked, faking innocence by widening her eyes and fluttering her lashes at him. All the while idly, lightly scratching his skin.

[pursuedthestars]

"Has anyone but you experienced me hard these last couple of months?" Jim asked, snickering at that look on her face. "And you're not innocent at all."

[whenshewasnice]

"I could be." She kept up the expression for a moment longer, just for that. Pushing her hand further under his shirt so her nails could travel over his ribs. "As for that first question, I should hope not. Just me and you."

[pursuedthestars]

"You could be but you're not," Jim told her, shaking his head. "And i like you not being innocent."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't think you'd like me if I was innocent," Natalie mused. "Unless you thought you could have fun corrupting me."

[pursuedthestars]

"You'd find no one better at corrupting you if that was the truth." He could give her a great introduction to being all kinds of bad.

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't doubt that." Much. "But I can't be corrupted."

Not like that, anyway.

[pursuedthestars]

"You can't be corrupted because you're already dirty and bad," Jim told her with a smirk. "And you know it."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm not that bad," Natalie argued, leaning in for another kiss. She wasn't objecting to that other word. Didn't think she could, with a blanket at this point only barely around her naked body, and a leg around him. "I'm just right."

[pursuedthestars]

"You're pretty bad and that is just right," he told her, smiling against her lips. "Don't argue."