“Oh that’s nothing, you’ve seen my apartment remember?” he asks on a small smile, his legs rubbing back against hers, one of his legs of the pajamas shifting up and he feels her legs skin against his. He shivers. “I’m not exactly neat when it comes to stuff like this so.. so it’s no big deal.” Jack adds.
He goes quiet for a moment.
Then gives in.
He kisses her, his free hand reaches up and captures her cheek, pulling her into him with his other hand, and the kiss somehow manages to remain fairly innocent and dry, warm, loving, despite the situation they were finding themselves in.
She hadn’t expected the kiss, still so new to relationships and wondering how many kisses were too much or how many were too little. But she enjoyed it either way, closing her eyes and making a pleased noise from her mouth into his, kissing him back tenderly.
Oh she was rather embarrassed she was wearing so little to bed but it was the most comfortable outfit she had and her bed was warmth enough against the cold of winter.
Her hands continued to massage his neck, her breathing slightly rapid to make her breasts press against his chest back and forth, legs squirming against his a bit.
He hopes he isn’t doing too much too fast, but he just couldn’t help himself. Finding himself in her bed, her hands against his very sensitive neck, her body pressing against his and the memories of New Years swarming in his mind he just had to kiss her. It was hurting him not to.
The blue man shudders as he feels her breasts press against him like that, the hand at her face loosens and begins to drag itself down, his finger tips trailing against her neck and collar bone until the base of his hand just touches one of her breasts.
Jack breaks the kiss, having to breathe, but also… just to see her reaction. If it was too much, he’d pull away.
Jack Maple 