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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[whenshewasnice]

"Last time you told me that," she murmured right against his skin, "was right before you took me in a motel room bathroom." Such a good memory. "You didn't really hate me then either. I think you love that I can make you have to fight me, or give in."

[pursuedthestars]

"I love nothing," he murmured, trying to be stubborn even if he'd wilted under her ministrations long away. "Nothing at all."

[whenshewasnice]

Ignoring his lies, Natalie grazed the skin of his neck with her teeth.

"No, I think you do."

[pursuedthestars]

"You're a jerk," he said, twitching at the feel of teeth on his skin. "Jerk."

[whenshewasnice]

"Maybe." She bit down a bit more sharply, just for a second, against the curve of his neck. "But you love it. Adore it."

[pursuedthestars]

"You have no idea what you're talking about," he said, twitching again and hissing in reaction. "God, you're a jerk."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie soothed the bitten skin with another little lick. "You don't hate me," she repeated, pressing her lips against the spot. The kiss turned into lightly sucking because she liked all his twitching and his other reactions.

She was giving him the attention he'd wanted.

[pursuedthestars]

"I could hate you," he mumbled, sighing quietly. "I could if I wanted to. Guess I don't wanna."

[whenshewasnice]

"And you don't."

Another little bite, just for fun.

"Say it."

[pursuedthestars]

"Say what?"

He knew what she wanted but he could still be stubborn.

"I just said it."

[whenshewasnice]

"Say how you feel about me," she instructed with exaggerated patience. Okay, maybe she bit down sharper again right after saying that. But still. "Say you don't hate me."

[pursuedthestars]

"Fine, fine," he said, twitching against her again. "I don't hate you. I never have. See? Happy now?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shrugged one shoulder vaguely, and didn't answer for the moment it took to lick a path down his neck again.

"I could be happier."

[pursuedthestars]

"How could you be happier?" Jim asked quietly, sighing and looking down at her a bit.

[whenshewasnice]

For once, the answer to that question was pretty simple.

"If you didn't have quite as many clothes on."

[pursuedthestars]

"You're laying on top of me," Jim pointed out because she was. "I can't really do anything about that, unfortunately."

[whenshewasnice]

"Would you like me to get off you, then?" Natalie asked, almost sweetly. Well, mock sweetly, but close enough.

[pursuedthestars]

"No. If you can get my clothes off while staying on top of me? That would be ideal," Jim countered with a smile.

[whenshewasnice]

"We don't live in an ideal world, James Kirk," Natalie told him, pushing herself more upright, which would have been sad had that not made her comfortably straddle him. And also if it hadn't been to make it easier for her to start tugging his shirt off. "So loss of contact it is."

[pursuedthestars]

"James," he said, shaking his head and holding his arms up to make the shirt removal a little easier. "I prefer Jim, thank you."

[whenshewasnice]

"We all prefer a lot of things, but again, not the ideal world," she told him as she pulled his shirt off. "And I would've called you by your full name, but I don't know what your middle name is, or whether you even have one."

[pursuedthestars]

"I have one."

Boy, did he. Ugh.

"But, you will never know it."

[whenshewasnice]

And here was the one person who would've just Googled its etymology like a geek and told him it was fine.

But she shrugged a shoulder as she tossed his shirt away. No skin off her back. "Then you'll never know mine, either."

[pursuedthestars]

"I don't need to know your middle name," Jim told her, shrugging right back at her. "First names are just fine."

[whenshewasnice]

"My middle name's gained significance over the years." Through Peter's errant sister, and the villain in Jace's world. But that was just an idle thought, and her hands were already on the front of his pants. "But it's information that's given out selectively, anyway, and you don't even call me by a nickname so you're far from middle name clearance status."

Kidding. Mostly.