complexguy | ★ but I'm going to be okay as long as you're beside me along the way

No one has ever loved her the way he's loving her, right now, and she could sob in sheer relief at simply having someone. At having this.

Without thinking, Juliet cruses her lips to his and kisses him with everything in her before pulling back, forehead against his.

"I would do it again. I would do it for you over and over again," she whispers emotionally, just as fierce as he's being.

They're both saying it, without saying it, how deeply they love one another. She doesn't even realize that she's crying, pulling him into another searing kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.

When he presses closer, he's practically slamming up against her, desperate and breathless as he kisses her deeper and lifts her a little again. He needs her, he can't let go of her, he realizes. He never wants to let go.

No one in his life has ever cared like this, and he's never made anyone feel safe. But that's all he wants to keep doing, and he knows it.

Her legs are around him again, her fingers tangling in his hair, her mouth fused to his. God, she wants him, she wants to show him what he does to her.

She's ready, she's been ready, and she reaches between them now, one arm around his neck as she holds his gaze and guides him into her body. The moment he's inside of her, everything changes. She can feel it, her heart seeming to skip a beat as he sinks home.

He's wanted this, too, he just didn't know how to get there; when to get there. But she makes that choice for them now, and there's no turning back. He'll never want anything or anyone else, only her. Just being joined with her, he knows nothing in his life has ever felt this good.

"Juliet..." He groans as his body presses closer and he rocks his hips slowly against hers.

A part of her, but only a small part, wonders if she's setting herself up for another loss, but already this feels different. He feels different, and now that they're joined, some of her urgency wans and she simply enjoys the feel of James moving.

He's perfect, and she murmurs that softly into the crook of his neck as they move together. She didn't know there was anything that could feel this good, but here he is, filling her over and over again, and she's never felt more loved and wanted in her life.

She whispers his name back to him, lips falling against his pulse.

"Don't ever stop," she pleads urgently, desperate to keep him, to keep this.

Being with her as they moved through time, he got a good sense of Juliet and what an incredible person she truly is. She's got a heart so damn big, and he knows all he ever wants to do is make her proud. He's also damn terrified he's not good enough for this, for her, but she makes him want to be worthy, want to be a better man. He'll do anything for her.

He can't seem to get close enough to her, wanting their bodies to be one somehow, but this is perfect. It's everything.

"Never," he promises, even though it still terrifies him. Not having her terrifies him more.

When the pleasure is too much, when she can't keep it at bay any longer, she moves her hips faster against him, dropping her head so that she can tuck her face right against his neck.

Gasping loudly, the hand at the back of his head grips his hair just as her body tightens around him and she cries out his name as she shatters around him. Juliet can't feel anything other than pulsing pleasure that radiates out and down her limbs. She's aware she's holding him tightly, but she can't see or hear, chest heaving against his.

He feels a surge of warmth, a spark, and then it's like every single nerve in his body is on fire. It's incredible, and he clings to her as tight as he dares, keeping his hand on her lower back so she's steady against him. When she's over the edge, he loses complete control, grunting with pleasure as he climaxes. He's panting softly, letting his head drop to her shoulder, lips pressing a tender kiss there.

Juliet's never felt so alive in her life, and she needed him, needed him to know that she's his.

"I wanna go home," she whispers after a while.

Because she wants to hold him, to be held, and she wants him again, wants to take her time.

"You got it, Blondie," he smiles as he steals another kiss from her lips. And then he lifts her again, carrying her back to shore and finally setting her down (reluctantly) just so they can dry off and get dressed.

Since they need to dry anyway, Juliet stretches out on the grass in the sun.

Silently, she reaches out for his hand so that he'll maybe lay beside her while they dry.

"C'mere."

He grasps her hand, squeezing her fingers as he smiles and moves in closer. Laying on his stomach, James scoots close to her, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder.

"Never seen anything so beautiful," he murmurs softly, lightly caressing her skin, with his fingers trailing up and down her stomach.

She shivers, humming pleasantly as her eyes close.

"Can I confess something to you?" she asks, opening her eyes again and biting at her bottom lip to suppress a smile for now.

"Well, don't keep me waitin', sweetheart," he smiles back at her, so curious now.

She delays it a bit just to kiss him, her hand resting on the side of his face, stroking the scruff on his cheek.

When she pulls back, she smiles softly at him, serenely.

"I finally have a new happy memory."

Not one steeped in sadness, either.

He has to kiss her again when he hears that, letting out a breath against her lips as he strokes his thumb over her cheek. "That 'cause of me?"

She nods, smiling softly and pushing her fingers through his hair softly.

"Yes. A lot of things I've been feeling lately are because of you, James."

Just the act of her stroking his hair is such a foreign touch, so tender and unexpected. He likes all of it, so much.

"What you're feelin', Juliet, I feel it, too."

She smiles again, then rolls onto her back fully again, tugging him with her.

"I never want to stop feeling this with you. Ever."

Her hands move up his chest slowly, until she can cradle his face again in her hands.

"And I've never wanted someone the way that I want you."

He finds himself turning his cheek a little more into her hand, craving that tender touch.

"Never had this, either."

And he means it; he thought he could have it with Kate, but he was wrong. He'd realized that soon enough.

She was never going to have this with Goodwin because he wasn't hers, and he never could have been. And Jack, well. Jack was never going to love her.

They've both earned this, maybe, and she kisses him softly as her arms wrap around his neck.

"I want you to stay. Right here, always," she murmurs, running her fingers through his hair.

He chuckles softly, warmly, and then his lips softly trail over her neck. "Nowhere else I ever wanna be, sweetheart." With his other hand, he caresses down the length of her stomach and then her thigh.

She's never simply been taken care of this way, touched for the sake of being touched. Juliet soaks it up now, closing her eyes and trying to anticipate where the next touch is going to be.

Never in her life has she felt so vulnerable, naked under someone in the bright light of day, but here she is with James, eager for him, for more. Slowly, her fingers drag up and down his arms, loving the feel of this person wanting her.

"I like it when you call me that," she whispers, raising her head just enough to capture his lips with her own.

For a moment, he lingers in that kiss, humming against her mouth. "What else you like?" He asks with a grin, now moving his fingers ever closer to her, just barely touching, but close enough to feel how wet she still is.

Juliet gasps softly, bottom lip being pulled between her teeth.

This is the first time anyone's ever asked her, and she can't even say she's sure.

"That," she manages, and without much more hesitation, her legs part fully for him, vulnerable, terrified but wanting him more than she's afraid of this.

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