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
"Like it a lot." He places both hands on her hips now, turning her a bit, and grinning. He's clearly hard, and she'll be able to feel it now.
Juliet grins, and now she's straddling his hips.
"You want me, huh?" she asks, slowly rolling her hips against his.
"You want me, huh?" she asks, slowly rolling her hips against his.
"Always want ya," he grins back at her, resting his hands on her ass now as he rocks his hips against hers.
"And did you know I love you? she asks him softly, reaching down to tug him out of his boxers.
"Been startin' to suspect," he has to tease her, but then any other words are lost to a groan as she touches him.
Juliet smiles and then guides him home, not wearing anything under her shirt. She's slick and ready, wanting, and sighs softly in completion.
"You feel perfect," she whispers, losing herself in it for a moment, eyes closed and lips parted.
"You feel perfect," she whispers, losing herself in it for a moment, eyes closed and lips parted.
"Guy could get addicted to you," he whispers against her ear, leaning in close as his arms cradle her close.
"Please do," she whispers right back. He'd be the first and only one--in a real, healthy way.
"I'll spend my entire life loving you," she adds to her whisper, a promise.
"I'll spend my entire life loving you," she adds to her whisper, a promise.
"That's another fifty years at least, right?" He hums against her mouth, capturing her lips in a kiss.
"At least," she breathes out, moving with him slowly and in no rush. Her hands cradle his face and she kisses him deeply, languidly.
She never thought there would be a time she could picture herself getting married again, wearing a ring, but with James, she can, and she wants to. She wants forever with him.
When she does finally speed up, it's because her pleasure is there, hers for the taking, and she wants him with her, moaning softly.
She never thought there would be a time she could picture herself getting married again, wearing a ring, but with James, she can, and she wants to. She wants forever with him.
When she does finally speed up, it's because her pleasure is there, hers for the taking, and she wants him with her, moaning softly.
He's keeping pace with her, kissing her until he can't breathe. Though neither of them has voiced it out loud, he's thinking the same thing; he wants her and needs her, always. The thought scares him and thrills him at the same time. He's never needed anyone else so much that he can't imagine even breathing without her.
He moves faster with her, though, and he knows she's right there, right on the edge. Pushing them both, he lets go, falling over the edge with her.
He moves faster with her, though, and he knows she's right there, right on the edge. Pushing them both, he lets go, falling over the edge with her.
James makes her shatter, and Juliet cries out his name sharply as she tightens around him, jerking in his arms. Feeling him fall apart is what makes her come, and she just holds onto him tightly, shaking against him in pleasure.
God, she's never been so in love.
God, she's never been so in love.
There's a slight tremble in his limbs as well, but he just holds her tighter. "I love you," he breathes out, pressing a tender kiss to her skin.
"I love you," she whispers, closing her eyes and tucking her head down against his neck.
"Think I could stay this way forever," she admits
"Think I could stay this way forever," she admits
There's a soft grunt at the back of his throat, lips pressing to her temple. "Can't say I'd be opposed."
Eventually, Juliet whispers for him to carry her to bed, not wanting to untangle from him for any reason, not yet.
She ever wants to be without him, really.
She ever wants to be without him, really.
He does carry her to bed, gladly, spooning her as he falls asleep. The next few months seem to pass by so damn fast, and they just settle more and more into their lives here. They're comfortable, and everything just feels good and perfect.
One week, they're hit with a lot of rain again, unexpectedly, and though thankfully James doesn't have to go far out this time around, he does end up coming home soaked to the bone a few nights in a row. It all catches up with him, and on a morning when he's due in early, he simply grunts when the alarm goes off, rolling away from it. He's warm, and it's clear a fever's brewing.
One week, they're hit with a lot of rain again, unexpectedly, and though thankfully James doesn't have to go far out this time around, he does end up coming home soaked to the bone a few nights in a row. It all catches up with him, and on a morning when he's due in early, he simply grunts when the alarm goes off, rolling away from it. He's warm, and it's clear a fever's brewing.
Juliet fumbles over his body to slap off the alarm clock before frowning and squinting in his direction.
"James," she murmurs, feeling how hot he is and pressing a hand to his forehead now.
"Baby, open your eyes for me."
"James," she murmurs, feeling how hot he is and pressing a hand to his forehead now.
"Baby, open your eyes for me."
He does so, reluctantly, his eyes a little glassy. "Feel like I got hit by a truck," he grunts again, shutting his eyes quickly.
"Think you might have the flu. Oh, baby," she sighs softly. "Don't move."
Which she doesn't think will be a problem. Getting up, she grabs a bowl from the kitchen and fills it with cool water before grabbing a towel to sit and try and cool him down.
"I'm sorry you feel crappy," she murmurs tenderly.
Which she doesn't think will be a problem. Getting up, she grabs a bowl from the kitchen and fills it with cool water before grabbing a towel to sit and try and cool him down.
"I'm sorry you feel crappy," she murmurs tenderly.
He hasn't moved at all, finding that he's most comfortable on his back for now. He's stripped down to just his boxers, and that's perfect. "Think I'm dyin', Juliet," he jokes softly, eyes still closed as he lays there.
"Don't say that," she chides softly, stroking his forehead tenderly with the cool cloth.
"You'll be okay, I promise. I'll take care of you. I'm gonna go call Horace, okay? I'll be right back," Juliet tells him, wanting to get some water for him as well.
"You'll be okay, I promise. I'll take care of you. I'm gonna go call Horace, okay? I'll be right back," Juliet tells him, wanting to get some water for him as well.
"Comin' out of retirement for me," he smirks sleepily. Once she leaves, he dozes a little, kicking off all the sheets and blankets. By the time she comes back, though, he's shivering.
She'll only ever break her rule for him. He's always been the exception for her. The exception to wanting to leave, to refusing to give her heart away again. James somehow managed to get the best of her, and keep it safe.
"Hey," she soothes. "You have a fever so it'll be a little back and forth baby. Drink some water for me and then I'll keep you warm," she promises, helping him sit up carefully. "Take the Tylenol for me, okay?"
"Hey," she soothes. "You have a fever so it'll be a little back and forth baby. Drink some water for me and then I'll keep you warm," she promises, helping him sit up carefully. "Take the Tylenol for me, okay?"
Once he's sitting up a bit, he does take the Tylenol dutifully and he drains the cup of water completely. By the time he's done with that, he's exhausted again and he tugs the blankets up, resting his head on her shoulder. "Warm me up, baby."
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