“You’re all I want.” Jack admitted quietly. “Only you. Nobody else. No…. no woman on the street, not Sally, not anyone…” he went on to explain as he blinked those acidic green eyes of his, taking in the sight of her against the bed like this, sitting on the floor, the blush well and truly set on her cheeks and nose. He leaned up, and kissed her nose softly before he drew back, hands now digging down against the hardwood floors.
“…and I would, if… you want to, I understand if you don’t…” Jack said quietly as he picked up the lingerie, and placed it into her hands gently. He said nothing, speaking with his eyes just like he always did. He told her he loved her every day, that he would always accept her, need her, rely on her, desire her, but now he was asking if she could just do this for him.
To see her dressed up, in something blue and lacy, for him… it made his desire and passion for her spike so high it rocketed through the roof.
She looked down at the material in her hand, simply staring at it for a moment, feeling the butterflies release in her stomach. So he did.. Dare she? Was she brave enough?
She stood up slowly, holding onto the outfit, bending down to kiss his head awkwardly. He gave her everything and never asked for anything in return. This was the first time he was. How could she deny him, especially when she wanted to see the look on his face.
“I-I’ll go..just put this on..yeah..” And rushed from the room to the nearest room with a door, closing it behind her and leaning back against it. Oh wow..she was really doing this. This felt so much different then when she had shown him her chest. That moment was in the heat of passion. This one was before it.
She slipped out of her clothes, Katelynn only tripping on herself once, a loud squeak echoing out of the house. The piece had a bra that went with it so she took her own off, tossing it to the floor.
God she was usually only naked in the shower. She quickly dressed again, loving the soft feel of the material. And once dressed, she peaked her head out of the door.
“J-Jack..?”
When she had agreed he felt his body turn purple all over but he had nodded mutely. He watched as she vanished through the door way and he got to his feet, unsure of what to do.
Then he tugged his socks off, and tossed them away. He unzipped his jeans shakily, trying hard not to hurt himself in the process and folded them neatly out of nerves. Then he folded his turtleneck. When she squeaked, he had been rummaging through his rucksack for the box of condoms he’d brought. Lifting his head he froze, as if caught in the act.
But she wasn’t coming out.
He found them and pulled one out, and groaned at it since he felt like a sleeze all of a sudden. His girlfriend might be pregnant. He had her trying on lingerie. And already he was planning on making love to her? What if she didn’t want to? What if she just wanted to show him, and go back to he regular things, and not… do anything? Well.
“At least I’m prepared.” he mumbled before setting it on the bedside table and pulled the sheets back and climbed under them, working his underwear down his legs and off. Already he was excited, already at half mast, but he ignored it.
Then she opened the door and peered around it. He sat up straight on the bed. “H-hey…” he greeted. “I can’t see you through the door…”
Jack Maple 