To say she was nervous was putting it mildly despite all the times they had made love in the past. It just felt like their first all over again with all the awkward feelings swirling to settle in her stomach and a part of her almost wanted to dismiss it all from sheer nerves. But no – she missed Jack in this way as well, feeling his hands upon her bare skin and the loving gestures. Hugging and kissing just didn’t feel like enough anymore.
She definitely was surprised with herself at her brevity at doing this as past love making had just been kisses that led to more. But this? Looking down at herself and how red her skin was to contrast with the blue of the ribbon, she felt like a cherry. Her hair could be the chocolate covering it all.
His very own chocolate covered cherry. She giggling nervously at the thought as she waited for him, palms resting upon her thighs.
She wasn’t the only one who’d been missing this. After thirty years of no love life at all (and no real hope of ever having one), Jack had finally been introduced to the joys of sex and romance last winter. In the months they’d been together, he and Katelynn had made love frequently, and it had made the time they’d spent apart all the more painful; he not only knew what he was missing now, but he was far away from the only person he wanted to do those things with.
There had been nights – too many of them – when he’d lain in bed in his hotel room, cuddling a pillow and wishing it was his beloved. Or touching himself, and wanting it to be Katelynn stroking him. If things had been different, he would have made love to her the day he came home, but when he’d heard the news about her arrest, it had rather killed the mood. Plus, he’d still been tired from traveling – she deserved better.
Beaming, his cheeks still tinted purple, Jack knelt down beside the beanbag. “I must have been v-very good to deserve a present like this,” he said with a chuckle.
Biting her lip to keep from smiling too broadly, Katelynn ran her fingers down her hair for a moment as it ended up blanketing her front a little as a result. “Y-You have no idea how good,” she responding shyly as she tried to jut her chest out a bit more to present it to him.
“W-Would you like to open it h-here or in the bedroom?”
Her eyes avoided his as she stared at his chest instead and pictured it shirtless the way she liked it, as she had shared with him once, his beautiful chest ready for her hands to roam over it. But no, she was his present and she felt he deserved to do with her what he wanted as a reward for being so wonderful.
“Hm …” Jack made a show of rubbing his chin as he considered the question. For a moment, he did look very much like Megamind, even though they were quite different people. “I think we should go into the bedroom,” he decided. Smiling, he reached out to caress Katelynn’s cheek, running some of her hair between his fingers. “You’re my present, and I want to enjoy you in privacy.” Technically they had the apartment to themselves, but it was the thought that counted.
Jack Maple 