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He barely hears her voice. It almost doesn’t register but that voice, that beautiful little voice that had been whispering to him in his dreams and during his fantasies makes his body shudder. Jack pulls back from her, his own lips slightly swollen, his face tinted purple. The table? What… oh… oh the table. He turns his head to look at the table where so many people normally ate on. It had clips on the side to ensure the table cloth remained on, so it ran no risk of sliding off. Plus the table had four legs and an extra one in the middle.
Jack’s mind is fuzzy as he nods for her, and has to move his hands away from her chest in order to carefully lift her into his arms. He isn’t a strong man, no, but he’s strong enough and she’s still so very light. He’s helped her from a wheelchair before, but that was to a bed. Never was it to a table for… whatever it was they were about to do there.
As he lifts her, he had to shudder a groan since her hip rubs right against his erection that is still straining against his jeans and underwear. But he doesn’t drop her, he would never dare, and he carries her carefully to the table where he sets her down carefully on the edge, before lifting a hand and pushes it through her hair.
“Katelynn..” he mumbles softly, shakily, before he kisses her as his hand touches her face, as well as her side again.
Her heart soars, her body warmed by his presence and that he hadn’t rejected her outright. She had been so scared but now she found all she could do was kiss him, her hands moving to his chest, palms caressing him.
No, her first time here with him, under the gorgeous stars; she couldn’t pick a better place. She was just so in love with him, the past two weeks showing her just how much he really cared for her as he balanced work with visits, his concern over her health touching her deeply.
Now, on the table, she was able to move her hips slightly, pressing up against him and moaning lightly into his mouth, her tongue brushing along his lips and trailing along, memorizing the shape.
Being what he was, a blue skinned alien man, Jack is of course slender. He is by no means weak or skinny, and she can’t feel his bones as her hands touch him through his turtleneck and even when she had been touching his bare back, heated by his body warmth and his clothes, she hadn’t felt his ribs at all. He was a healthy weight, a decent weight.
His mouth opens against hers as he kisses her softly, lips moving against her own, as he gently holds the back of her head, fingers lost in her hair. This is all so very startling and electrifying, how they had reached this point together at this moment, now of all times, and of all the places to choose from… but when it feels like this, when it feels this right, who are you to fight it?
They both needed it. They both needed each other. They both loved one another and when she shifts her legs, when he feels her body press against his in that way he had been thinking of when trying not to his hips give a rock forward again, unable to contain themselves. He feels her heat, her warmth, even through his jeans. “Nngh,” he breaks the kiss and presses his temple against hers as he shuts his eyes. His hands have been seeking, searching her body carefully. She was still recovering, her ribs were now healed more or less, but her legs… her poor legs.
How… are they actually going to…
But then he trails one hand down her front. Slowly. It’s a new path he’s treading and he doesn’t want to mess this up, he doesn’t want to scare her, or upset her. His fingers linger just above where her desire lays and pauses. “Can I…” he whispers against her cheek, needing permission to push his hand further down, wanting to touch her in a way he never has.
Jack Maple 