James rolls onto his back, tugging her so she's right over his face. "I'll show ya," he promises her, kissing her thighs and, for the first time, dipping his tongue into her.
Juliet gasps, her laughter dying in her throat as soon as her brain catches up.
"Oh, shit," she cries out, one hand flying out to clutch at the seat in front of her.
This isn't just the first time he's done this for her. It's the first time anyone ever has, and she can't believe it, free hand clutching at the hair on top of his head.
He didn't know that for sure, but it wasn't hard to guess that no one had ever taken the time to do this for her. So it just makes him even more determined to take care of her, moving his tongue a little deeper and harder against her.
She tries to say his name and stutters, head bowing as her lips part and she tries to concentrate on her climax, on that building pleasure. The closer she gets, the louder she becomes, the music doing nothing to drown her out.
Juliet comes, shaking, crying out his name and uncontrollably rocking her hips against his mouth until it's too much and she scoots back just enough so that she's sitting on his chest, still slumped over. A palm rests on the back of the seat as she pants, unable to open her eyes or speak.
He can't move either, and he doesn't want to. He just wants to live in this moment forever, this moment where he's made her feel so damn good she can't think. When his eyes open, he's captivated by her, wanting to watch every single flicker on her face. She knows she's loved, and he's given that to her.
When she can breathe again and her heartbeat begins to slow, Juliet opens her eyes, looking right down at him. She feels like his eyes are greener than she's ever seen before, even in the low light, and she whispers softly.
"You're so damn beautiful, Juliet," he has to tell her, tracing her features with so much love and tenderness. But then she says those words and he almost can't believe what he's hearing. She loves him. She really loves him. It doesn't come as a surprise, not the sentiment itself; he can feel her love in everything she does with him and for him. It's more that she's actually said it that takes his breath away.
He's keenly aware they've taken a huge step forward now and they can't ever go back, though he wouldn't want to. The words scare him, but at the same time, they're the reason he can even take his next breath. She's his heart, his soul, his everything.
Sweeping his thumb across her brow, he tenderly and lightly kisses her lips.
"I love you, Juliet. More than I could ever love anyone."
Juliet smiles softly at him, one hand cradling his face once she scoots down just a little more.
"Yeah?" she asks with a quiet laugh; a laugh of joy. "Thank God, because that was terrifying."
She kisses him again, over and over, planning on loving him slowly later. But for now, her stomach protests a little for food, and she kisses his shoulder tenderly.
He has to kiss her again tenderly, but then he sits up and shifts out of the van. Tugging his clothes back on, he sits on the blanket she spread out. "C'mere and feed me then, little woman," he teases her with a grin.
She grins and tugs her shorts and tanktop back on before grabbing the sandwiches and handing him his sandwich, sitting right between his legs, leaning back against one side of his chest.
They eat and talk, and he makes her laugh; God, she laughs so much with him, and after a story about a security mishap with Miles that ended in him being covered in fertilizer, she's flushed from laughing so hard.
"You know I have to give Miles shit. Thank you for telling me," she says with another laugh, polishing off the last of her sandwich.
He's so damn full and satisfied, and after he's finished off his sandwich, he presses a tender kiss to her shoulder as he grins. "Man's gonna be takin' three showers everyday for the next month," he laughs again.
He stretches out with her, resting his hands behind his head. "Anytime, sweetheart." But then he looks up to where she's pointing and nods a little. "And yeah, I see it."
"My dad took me out once, just the two of us. Few years from now, when I'm eight," Juliet says wistfully, still staring up at the stars.
"Anyway. It was nine at night. I was in a Wonder Woman nightgown ad my dad loaded me into the car. I fell asleep and he drove a hundred miles to the best stargazing spot outside of Miami. He woke me up, and we laid out, just like this, eating cookies and drinking milk while he showed me every constellation. Taught me how to navigate in the dark."
She goes quiet for a second.
"Never would have thought his kid would need it on a tropical island, I bet." But it's a good memory, and there's a soft, sad smile on her lips, a soft glisten to her eyes.
"I fell asleep again on the way home and I woke up in my bed. All tucked in."
"Glad you had that with your daddy," he notes softly. It was something nice to hold on to, especially these last few years, trapped on this island with very few pleasant things to remember.
Turning his head, he kisses her temple now and just shifts to wrap an arm around her shoulders.
"Wait a sec," she says with a soft smile, rolling over a little to the bag the sandwiches were in. She pulls out a second baggie with two joints inside.
"I was cleaning out a Jeep and found these under the seat. I thought I should return them to the proper authorities," Juliet says with so much sincerity in her voice as she rolls back toward him again.
He shakes his head, still smirking. "Only 'cause you're my girl." He takes the joint and lights it, but pauses to confess something. "Never smoked one of these before."
He raises an eyebrow, curious and a little amused, though he'll certainly do his best to dodge talk of his adolescence since it wasn't very pretty.
"The hell kind of kid you think I was?" It's said in amusement and he is genuinely curious what her perception of him at that age was. He also has no idea how to smoke a joint, so he's just prepared to smoke it like an actual cigarette.
Juliet reaches out and covers his hand for a second, a soft smile in her eyes.
"Don't inhale too hard, like you would a cigarette. Slow draw, okay?"
She lights hers in demonstration, sitting up now and taking a slow, steady drag on her own. She holds it for a few seconds before exhaling.
"See? Smooth. And hmm. Let's see." Juliet settles back down beside him on her back, takes another hit as she thinks. When she exhales this time, she turns her head to look at him.
"And I had you as stereotypical T-Bird type in my head. You know, the popular school jerk who wins over the quiet shy girl from an island who probably never heard a genuine compliment until him."
She's amused too, but she's also just a little curious. Juliet has never questioned him about his childhood, and they both know why.
Juliet watches him from where she's lying, eyes moving over him. He crashed on an island and within 72 hours, she knew his full name, date of birth, social security number, and every horrific detail of his life. But details aren't knowing someone.
Reaching up, her hand slides up his back slowly, hesitating when she feels tense muscles. She decides to turn it around, letting him make his best guess about her.
"Well, what about me? How do you think I was in high school?"
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"What are you alluding too, LaFleur?"
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"Oh, shit," she cries out, one hand flying out to clutch at the seat in front of her.
This isn't just the first time he's done this for her. It's the first time anyone ever has, and she can't believe it, free hand clutching at the hair on top of his head.
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Juliet comes, shaking, crying out his name and uncontrollably rocking her hips against his mouth until it's too much and she scoots back just enough so that she's sitting on his chest, still slumped over. A palm rests on the back of the seat as she pants, unable to open her eyes or speak.
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"I love you, James."
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He's keenly aware they've taken a huge step forward now and they can't ever go back, though he wouldn't want to. The words scare him, but at the same time, they're the reason he can even take his next breath. She's his heart, his soul, his everything.
Sweeping his thumb across her brow, he tenderly and lightly kisses her lips.
"I love you, Juliet. More than I could ever love anyone."
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"Yeah?" she asks with a quiet laugh; a laugh of joy. "Thank God, because that was terrifying."
She kisses him again, over and over, planning on loving him slowly later. But for now, her stomach protests a little for food, and she kisses his shoulder tenderly.
"Can I feed you real food now?"
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They eat and talk, and he makes her laugh; God, she laughs so much with him, and after a story about a security mishap with Miles that ended in him being covered in fertilizer, she's flushed from laughing so hard.
"You know I have to give Miles shit. Thank you for telling me," she says with another laugh, polishing off the last of her sandwich.
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"Let me know when you want the surprise," she tells, looking up at the stars and pointing out a constellation.
"Orion. See it?"
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"Anyway. It was nine at night. I was in a Wonder Woman nightgown ad my dad loaded me into the car. I fell asleep and he drove a hundred miles to the best stargazing spot outside of Miami. He woke me up, and we laid out, just like this, eating cookies and drinking milk while he showed me every constellation. Taught me how to navigate in the dark."
She goes quiet for a second.
"Never would have thought his kid would need it on a tropical island, I bet." But it's a good memory, and there's a soft, sad smile on her lips, a soft glisten to her eyes.
"I fell asleep again on the way home and I woke up in my bed. All tucked in."
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Turning his head, he kisses her temple now and just shifts to wrap an arm around her shoulders.
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"I was cleaning out a Jeep and found these under the seat. I thought I should return them to the proper authorities," Juliet says with so much sincerity in her voice as she rolls back toward him again.
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"You gonna narc on me?"
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"Oh my God, you were more of a square than I was in high school, is that what you're saying right now?"
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"The hell kind of kid you think I was?" It's said in amusement and he is genuinely curious what her perception of him at that age was. He also has no idea how to smoke a joint, so he's just prepared to smoke it like an actual cigarette.
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"Don't inhale too hard, like you would a cigarette. Slow draw, okay?"
She lights hers in demonstration, sitting up now and taking a slow, steady drag on her own. She holds it for a few seconds before exhaling.
"See? Smooth. And hmm. Let's see." Juliet settles back down beside him on her back, takes another hit as she thinks. When she exhales this time, she turns her head to look at him.
"And I had you as stereotypical T-Bird type in my head. You know, the popular school jerk who wins over the quiet shy girl from an island who probably never heard a genuine compliment until him."
She's amused too, but she's also just a little curious. Juliet has never questioned him about his childhood, and they both know why.
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"Well, you go on thinkin' that," he tosses over his shoulder at her, still with a soft smirk on his lips.
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Reaching up, her hand slides up his back slowly, hesitating when she feels tense muscles. She decides to turn it around, letting him make his best guess about her.
"Well, what about me? How do you think I was in high school?"
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