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Night Over

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Now that was a reaction if he’d ever seen one. She had to keep quiet at the hospital but here, in the privacy of her own apartment, she didn’t have to. And this was a loud indicator that yes, Jack Maple, you are doing good.

And then she touches him and he shudders a hungry moan at the feel of her fingers on him. “Katelynn…!” he whispers harshly, as he pushes his face forward, all but ending with it between her breasts but he’s uncaring by this point, he has no embarrassment as his mouth, breath, and goatee brushes against her skin that’s exposed, not covered by her bra. “Hghh…”

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The fact he was making her create all these beautiful sounds set his heart on high speed. His beard traced against her collar bone as he kissed at her neck and shoulder, and then he found the bra strap and felt it had to go. He wanted to see her again, to feel her body flush against his without any clothing between them but her hands tugging at his pajama bottoms told him there was something more pressing to worry about.

He has to pull away from her, lips coming so close to her breasts it’s insane, but also untangles his legs from hers. Jack shakily grabs the bottoms and pushes them down. Unlike her, he wore no underwear to bed, so when they’re pushed down his erection bobs out of the material proudly. Already gorged with flesh its a purple wonder just like the last time. Pushing the pajamas down his legs Jack’s eyes shift to Katelynn’s body.

Panties. Underwear. They have to go.

A shaking hand touches her underwear, but reminding himself how he’d touched her that one night, his fingers push down and touch her through the wet material. He wriggles his fingers, a little, watching her expression. Did she like it? Did she not…?

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Her reactions were making his blood pump faster, and expectedly, downwards. She’s just so beautiful like this, her hair loose and free and how her body was moving, how her body felt… Jack releases one of the holds on her breasts to push his hand down, grasping for her hip which he couldn’t do before. He wouldn’t dare do before. He pulled her in, pressing their bodies flush against each other and if they weren’t wearing their clothes it’s no question he would have slipped into her right away.

He doesn’t know where all of this confidence came from. Where this longing for her had suddenly become so loud in his head. It never happened like this when they were just spending time together. When they’d talk, hold hands, laugh and go for walks. Yet suddenly here it was, a whispering want in the back of his mind.

“I love you,” Jack is unable to help but whisper. “I love you so much.” he says before pulling his hand from her chest away to grasp at her back, pulling her in and kissing her; differently this time. It’s not an innocent sweet one. It’s deeper, it’s raw, it’s full of passion and want.

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Jack moans into the kiss, wanting it to last for all eternity, but knew it couldn’t and that hurt him even more than these clothes between them. He feels her hands, pushing, feeling, wanting and he knows what she wants, he can just tell. The blue alien pulls his lips from hers, reaches down and grabs his shirt and pulls it up and off of his body, tossing it away. Here, she has a fuller view of the butterfly tattoo above his heart but also the black dragon that only just manages to peek at the top of his shoulder.

But he doesn’t stop there; he gives her a quick look of ‘I’m sorry if this is too much’ before he pulls her shirt up, and off of her, revealing her partly clothed chest since she still had her bra on. That was odd, to Jack. Wouldn’t it hurt, sleeping in that? Still, he kisses at her now exposed neck as his hands return to her body, his own hips giving a hard rock forward as he feels her warmth, and wetness, feel so close yet so far away.

His hands settle down against her rear, pulling her in again as his hips do that rock forward again.

Ringing in the New Year

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The fireworks were beginning to die down now. How long had they been up here, doing this? Half an hour? Less? Jack is too ashamed to look at his watch. Surely it wasn’t long enough, no matter what length of time had passed. But he holds onto her, tightly, not wanting to let her go but knowing they had to since she had to be back in bed soon or else the nurses would come looking and oh good heavens if they had arrived a few minutes ago… to find a patient being intimate with her partner in the open…

How he wants to sleep with her. To sleep besides her. To awaken with his arms around her, holding her close.

In a few days time, he will. They don’t even have to do this. They could just sleep, holding each other, and wake up and be the first thing each other sees in the morning. It would be wonderful.

“Nobody else will… will know me like this…” Jack admits quietly as he draws himself up, and slips free of her body in the same motion. “A-all right… Katelynn..? N-nobody but you. B… but now I.. before… before the nurses come looking we… we should probably get you dressed and… and back into bed…”

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“N-not as much a-as you are… never as m-much as you…” Jack whispered breathlessly, his erection, that growing coil that was at the base of it all was so hot. It had been hot ever since they had begun to kiss to welcome in the New Year. It felt so tight, so hot, it might melt into one gigantic mass and then he’d never get anywhere ever again but it would be so wroth it because he knows her body now.

And he loves her. He could love no one else as much as he loves her. It was just as his parents told him. That when you find that person, that one individual who touches you without even needing to use their hands, when the thought of them, the sound of their name alone, can make your heart race and your face feel like its on fire… it would be right. That it was them.

It was like that story his father told him. That souls were split into two beings. One half would enter one person, and the other into another one. Those two souls would spend a life time, if need be, searching out their other half. To find who they fit with. Katelynn had to be his. There was no other word for it. It was as if the first day he saw her, his own soul had declared ’Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you’.

That was even more obvious now. “I love you so much, d-don’t leave me please… I-I’ll be everything to you I’ll be a-anything just please don’t… don’t leave me…” Jack hated the shake in his voice, how he was begging like this at a time like this but he can’t help it.

But then her body tightens around his and that spring can’t hold on any longer. Jack’s aware his body goes frigid. He sees and feels stars erupt behind his eye lids. His his push into her, pushing his manhood as deep into her body as it physically can at this moment, and he cums.

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He jolts when he feels her body tighten around him, but is relieved to see he can still move himself. Unfortunately, being so new to this, being so very inexperienced to the pleasures of laying with a woman and making love to one Jack knows he will not be able to last too long. He wished he could hold out for as long as she desires, for however long Harrison may have had her last but he’s so stupidly ‘young’ in a way.

Jack caresses her nipple again with his thumb, playing with it awkwardly, as his hips continue to rock against her body. She’s so wet, he can even feel it through the plastic, and its rubbing against his own thighs and it’s making everything so very hot and electric.

Again, his mouth finds hers, and he kisses her deeply, passionately, lovingly, as his hips begin to increase in speed. 

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He didn’t feel cold any more. The cool crisp air of the night wind wasn’t touching them here, in this bubble that had seemingly formed around them. Jack gasps a moan as she touches his chest, and whilst his nipples weren’t nearly as sensitive as hers it still makes him shudder. 

Everything about this is monumental. It’s his first time with a woman, and if he truly believed in what his heart and mind was whispering to him, this was the only woman he would know like this. Katelynn’s body was accommodating, warm, welcoming, sweet and now his. Even if she may have been with men before, Hell, what man could turn away a woman like her, nobody else would know her like this.

Not Harrison. Not Destruction Worker. Not Megamind. No one else. The sense of sudden possession has his hips move closer against her, until he knows he can’t go any further. His body wriggles awkwardly, unsure of which way to go, but he begins to gently pull back, before returning to her body’s embrace.

“I love you, I love you I love you…” is all he can whisper against her skin between his kisses, his hands caressing her, no matter where he reached for her. One of his thumbs brushed one of her nipples, mirroring her own action to him.

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This was it. This was really happening. They were doing this. New Years Day. On top of Metro City Mercy Hospital. While the rest of the world celebrated New Years they were going to be making love for the first time on a table. Good Heavens, when had they become such daring people? Had their lanterns answered their wishes already? Who is to say.

But he kisses her. Oh how he kisses her, how he wraps an arm around her and pulls her in close to him and the feeling of her breasts pushing up against his chest is a feeling he adores already. He shifts himself, brings his hips closer, and he feels the head of his covered erection press purposely against her body.

“I can’t believe this.” Jack thought as he kissed her deeply, free hand caressing her face as he felt her hands touching his body in any way she wanted. “I’m going to make love to you. I didn’t think we would like this. But we are… we are… I just have to…” and he brings his hips closer, and he feels her body slowly push onto his and he moans into her mouth. But he’s slow. He’s careful. He’s gentle. He doesn’t push forward, he doesn’t rush, he doesn’t thrust. Jack does none of these things. The hand on her face moves down to her hips where he gently holds her, thumb touching her hip bone, as he eases himself carefully forward trying to ignore the burning, raging desire to just unleash himself.

She feels wonderful. But he’s still listening for her. Waiting for her to push him off. To say this was a mistake. That this wasn’t right, that he was messing this up. He waits.

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He smiled down at her, his green eyes as readable as ever. That was one of the things that you just got when looking at Jack. No matter what his lips said, or how his body moved, all you had to do was look into his eyes to see what he was really feeling, and thinking. Right now, they are as open and deep as ever. Love. Nothing but love, adoration, affection, want, desire, and love all over again just to make it doubly certain that it’s there.

Jack presses his hand against her chest, feeling her heart, before moving his hand away. For a moment he just hovers there over her, knees bending still, before he grabs his turtleneck and pulls it up, and off of himself.

His flat chest is shapely enough. He has just a little bit of chest hair fluffing along his chest, and his dark purple nipples are where they should be. Shockingly, though, is the small tattoo on his chest. Of all the things in the world to have tattoo’d on his chest… it’s a butterfly. Its only the black ink but with his blue skin it looks like a blue butterfly. And its placed over where his heart is. So when he takes her hand, and returns the same gesture as hers, her hand covers the butterfly and his heart.

“It belongs to you, Katelynn.” he whispers softly. “Nobody else.”