James "Sawyer" Ford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
complexguy) wrote2019-09-29 07:41 pm
complexguy) wrote2019-09-29 07:41 pm
She's never done anything like this before in her life, and sure it's after two in the morning, but holy shit.
"James," she manages, clutching at the back of his head. This is so new, just being touched with no expectations in return.
"I'm...oh."
She's so close, forehead furrowing in concentration.
"James," she manages, clutching at the back of his head. This is so new, just being touched with no expectations in return.
"I'm...oh."
She's so close, forehead furrowing in concentration.
He's trying to be so careful, not wanting to hurt her, but he's reassured by her grunts of pleasure. "I got ya, baby," he urges, kissing her neck again, wanting her to let go for him.
It doesn't take long after that, his words and his touch both completely undoing her. She gasps and jerks in his arms, choking on a cry she wants to let go of but can't.
Chest heaving, she shudders in residual pleasure as it ebbs and flows, going slack in his arms.
Chest heaving, she shudders in residual pleasure as it ebbs and flows, going slack in his arms.
He presses a few tender kisses to her temple, breathing her in. "You good, sweetheart?" He has to know that first, before anything else. He needs to make sure she's not in any terrible pain.
"Mhmm," she murmurs, turning her head in order to kiss him softly.
Then, her hand cups him through his jumpsuit, not surprised at what she finds there.
"What about you?"
Then, her hand cups him through his jumpsuit, not surprised at what she finds there.
"What about you?"
"I always want you, Jules, but you ain't fit to be doin' this right now," he chides gently. Even just a handjob; he worries about her hurting herself.
"That isn't very fair to you," she points out, unable to help that small swell of panic that she's getting too much without giving anything in return to him.
She can't help it, biting at her bottom lip softly.
She can't help it, biting at her bottom lip softly.
"Got nothin' to worry about," he reassures her. "I had my fun. Could listen to you all damn day when you let go like that, sweetheart."
At some point, she'll make it up to him, she knows. For now, she kisses him softly, humming into his mouth.
"You still have to finish your sandwich. I took up your break," she realizes sheepishly.
"You still have to finish your sandwich. I took up your break," she realizes sheepishly.
"You knew what you were doin'," he teases her softly, kissing the side of her neck as he cradles her close.
It may have been clear in the past few weeks, and especially after this outdoors--late as it is. But she still feels compelled to say it.
"I want people to know, James," she murmurs. "I don't care who knows."
As if everyone doesn't assume it already.
"I want people to know, James," she murmurs. "I don't care who knows."
As if everyone doesn't assume it already.
There's an audible hum in the back of his throat, and he smiles at her. "Say it again, but kiss me this time."
"I want everyone to know I'm yours," she breathes out before kissing him so deeply that he steals away all the air in her lungs.
And she's happy to let him do it.
And she's happy to let him do it.
No one's ever belonged to him like this, and vice versa. Every new thing with Juliet is something he never knew he wanted or needed, but it's absolutely perfect. He kisses her deeply, inviting her in a little more until they're both breathless.
"And I'm all yours, baby."
"And I'm all yours, baby."
She grins as she catches her breath, then rakes her fingers through his hair slowly as she pulls back.
"I've never been someone's before, not like this," she says quietly between them, not realizing she's echoing his thoughts.
Juliet had been considered Ben's property, he'd shaped her, taken away parts and added things in. But it was never out of love. James is giving all her pieces back, each part a little bit better now because of him.
"I've never been someone's before, not like this," she says quietly between them, not realizing she's echoing his thoughts.
Juliet had been considered Ben's property, he'd shaped her, taken away parts and added things in. But it was never out of love. James is giving all her pieces back, each part a little bit better now because of him.
She's putting him back together, too, though he doesn't exactly know how to articulate that. Still, all that matters to him is that Juliet is cared for and loved, and he'll make damn sure of it. "I'm gonna take care of you, Juliet."
"I know," she promises. She doesn't distrust him or doubt him at all, and she reaches out to touch his cheek lightly.
"All you have to do, is exactly what you've been doing." Just being himself, no one else. James, as he is, is who she's falling in love with.
Her forehead presses to his, nose grazing along his for a moment.
"I shouldn't keep you," she murmurs. "And maybe, thanks to you, I'm a little drowsy now."
"All you have to do, is exactly what you've been doing." Just being himself, no one else. James, as he is, is who she's falling in love with.
Her forehead presses to his, nose grazing along his for a moment.
"I shouldn't keep you," she murmurs. "And maybe, thanks to you, I'm a little drowsy now."
No one's ever wanted him to just be himself. No one's ever let him. He wasn't even sure, for most of his life, who he even was. But from the beginning, Juliet's never asked more from him than who he is, and she gives him the space to learn who he wants to be. It means so much, and it makes him love her more.
"Let me walk you back," he urges, carefully standing with her and taking her hand.
"Let me walk you back," he urges, carefully standing with her and taking her hand.
"It's okay, finish your sandwich," Juliet insists once she's standing, squeezing his hand and kissing him softly.
"I'll be fine. I survived in this neighborhood after the mass murder, remember? I can make it during the peaceful Hippie era."
It's a joke, and her lips turn up in a smirk, amused at herself
"I'll be fine. I survived in this neighborhood after the mass murder, remember? I can make it during the peaceful Hippie era."
It's a joke, and her lips turn up in a smirk, amused at herself
He smirks a little darkly, letting out a sigh. "Well, alright then, guess I ain't needed."
He knows she can, they both know it, but he'll still be watching to make sure she gets inside safely before he goes back in. Still, he has to steal another kiss before he can let her go.
He knows she can, they both know it, but he'll still be watching to make sure she gets inside safely before he goes back in. Still, he has to steal another kiss before he can let her go.
"Don't think that," Juliet says softly, a little seriously as he kisses her.
"You're needed. I'll always need you."
Just not this way, not right now.
"You're needed. I'll always need you."
Just not this way, not right now.
"That a fact?" He smiles as he steals another kiss. With one more gentle squeeze of her waist, he lets her go. "I'll see ya in a while, sweetheart."
"Absolute fact," she promises, then kisses him one more time goodnight before she heads home. Once she's in, she strips to nothing and crawls into bed, pulling his pillow close.
She was right, he did make her warm and drowsy, and before she can conjure up his face to fall asleep to, she's gone, still curled around his pillow, asleep on his side of the bed.
She was right, he did make her warm and drowsy, and before she can conjure up his face to fall asleep to, she's gone, still curled around his pillow, asleep on his side of the bed.
He gets off work a few hours later, and it's just an hour before dawn. Juliet's still sleeping, thankfully, so when he gets home, he strips down to just his boxers and crawls in to bed behind her. Wrapping around her, he spoons her with a protective hold on her, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder as he closes his eyes.
She hums as soon as his arms wrap around her, stirring just a little bit as she murmurs with her eyes still closed.
"Wanna fool around?"
It's a joke. Mostly. Maybe.
"Wanna fool around?"
It's a joke. Mostly. Maybe.
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