[She may not be able to see it, but she can feel the warmth of his flushed face when she tilts her chin upwards to press a kiss against his forehead.
First time for everything. Personally, she hoped it would be the last, too.]
It's a good look on you. The Hopeless Romantic look.
[That grin stays firmly in place as she lays her head against his shoulder, content. It's a nice feeling. She doesn't like comparing him to Dean, doesn't think it's fair to either one of them, but she doubts she and Dean would have ever shared a moment quite like this together.]
[She bites at her lower lip, sliding one hand down to rest over his against her hip, shifting against to prop her chin up against his chest so she can look him in the eye without sitting up.]
Oh really? What kind of things?
[Definitely more coy than she needs to be, but it's nice to see how far he's come from being shy about showing his affection or letting her know what he wants.]
[He hesitates only for a second, to push himself over his shyness and answer her. It's a constant battle to ask for the things he wants and not be afraid of pushing too much or asking for something that might make her uncomfortable. Or something that might be embarrassing. A drawback of being inexperienced.
He's always found actions to be stronger than words, but she seems to want him to speak.
Tom opens him mouth to say something but finds himself tongue tied and smiles with a light huff instead.]
[She smiles against his lips as they kiss, his inability to articulate himself endearing as well as a definite step ahead from the awkward fumbling that had been in its place a month earlier. Actions do speak louder than words, but even if he had said nothing at all she would have known. The moment seemed to lend itself well to it.
Considering the words they'd just exchanged, it sort of seemed like a must. Not that she was ever hard to sway in that regard, anyway.]
That's a lot of things. [She grins, placing a soft kiss against his jawline before rubbing her cheek against his, pressing another kiss against his neck.] Me, too.
[She sits up just long enough to pull the tank top she'd changed into off over her head, letting it fall to the floor and leaning down to kiss him with parted lips. If either one of them had been sleepy before, that was long forgotten now.]
So it wasn't the best answer but it seemed to work. He's instantly awake and answering her kisses, one hand planted on her hip and the other moving to touch her breasts, fingers moving along the curve of her right side, stopping to play with her nipple with a content happy noise.
Shirtless Jo is his favorite Jo. Not as though he has to say it. His body has done a remarkably good job of doing that all on it's own.]
[So comforting to know that if coffee isn't doing the trick, there's a fool-proof way to wake him up in a hurry.
It's hard to keep herself from kissing him long enough for them to make any progress, and at first she doesn't even bother to try, instead sliding her hand over his while they kiss and encouraging him to do more than just tease her. Sleepwear doesn't do a hell of a lot to hide his excitement, especially with her sitting on top of him, and unlike past encounters where there had been a wealth of reasons not to go any further than they already had, it's no longer a screaming red light telling them to stop.
She breaks away from him to grab his teeshirt by the hem and starts tugging it upwards as best she can while he's still laying back against the pillow.]
[Well she doesn't have to tell him twice and it's only a flurry of moments before he's mostly naked (right sock. note to self.) and attempting to put her in the same state.
Tom runs his hands down her sides, settling on her slim hips and pulls her into a kiss- breaking only to travel down her neck and across her collar bone- pressing himself against her.
He takes a breath, maybe to steady himself, maybe to drink in the excitement. Just being with her- holding her- He's so happy.
And he feels like a teenager all over again - still discovering her body- still discovering his own.]
[She bites back a smile when she notices the remaining sock but decides not to comment on it, instead letting him help her shimmy out of those shorts that had almost served as pajamas and putting her arms around his neck to kiss him as she feels his own hands against her hips.
It's when his lips begin to travel down the length of her neck that she gives him a gentle tug and falls back against the bed with him, rolling onto her back and running her fingers through his hair before leaning her head back, granting him easier access to her neck as his touch encourages her to arch her back and press against him. There's always something youthful and playful about their time together, still new and exciting and exploratory even after a month together, still learning each other and trying to commit to memory what touch invoked what reaction.
She grins and leans in to gently catch his earlobe between her teeth before kissing her way along his jaw and across to his mouth. There are about a million things to be done, but those lips of his are difficult to resist. She runs her hands down the length of his back, bracing one against his hip as she moves the other to cup his rear.]
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Date: 2013-10-13 09:48 pm (UTC)First time for everything. Personally, she hoped it would be the last, too.]
It's a good look on you. The Hopeless Romantic look.
[That grin stays firmly in place as she lays her head against his shoulder, content. It's a nice feeling. She doesn't like comparing him to Dean, doesn't think it's fair to either one of them, but she doubts she and Dean would have ever shared a moment quite like this together.]
Glad I could inspire it.
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Date: 2013-10-14 12:09 am (UTC)[He feels boyish again. It's like a great weight has ebbed away. But that's often how he feels around Jo.
Tom snickers and snakes his hands up her hips.]
You inspire all kinds of things with me.
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Date: 2013-10-14 01:02 am (UTC)Oh really? What kind of things?
[Definitely more coy than she needs to be, but it's nice to see how far he's come from being shy about showing his affection or letting her know what he wants.]
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Date: 2013-10-19 01:16 am (UTC)He's always found actions to be stronger than words, but she seems to want him to speak.
Tom opens him mouth to say something but finds himself tongue tied and smiles with a light huff instead.]
All the things.
[He leans in for a kiss. Can't he just show her?]
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Date: 2013-10-19 01:27 am (UTC)Considering the words they'd just exchanged, it sort of seemed like a must. Not that she was ever hard to sway in that regard, anyway.]
That's a lot of things. [She grins, placing a soft kiss against his jawline before rubbing her cheek against his, pressing another kiss against his neck.] Me, too.
[She sits up just long enough to pull the tank top she'd changed into off over her head, letting it fall to the floor and leaning down to kiss him with parted lips. If either one of them had been sleepy before, that was long forgotten now.]
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Date: 2013-10-20 01:06 am (UTC)So it wasn't the best answer but it seemed to work. He's instantly awake and answering her kisses, one hand planted on her hip and the other moving to touch her breasts, fingers moving along the curve of her right side, stopping to play with her nipple with a content happy noise.
Shirtless Jo is his favorite Jo. Not as though he has to say it. His body has done a remarkably good job of doing that all on it's own.]
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Date: 2013-10-20 08:28 am (UTC)It's hard to keep herself from kissing him long enough for them to make any progress, and at first she doesn't even bother to try, instead sliding her hand over his while they kiss and encouraging him to do more than just tease her. Sleepwear doesn't do a hell of a lot to hide his excitement, especially with her sitting on top of him, and unlike past encounters where there had been a wealth of reasons not to go any further than they already had, it's no longer a screaming red light telling them to stop.
She breaks away from him to grab his teeshirt by the hem and starts tugging it upwards as best she can while he's still laying back against the pillow.]
Off. Everything off. Chop chop.
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Date: 2013-11-08 10:29 am (UTC)[Well she doesn't have to tell him twice and it's only a flurry of moments before he's mostly naked (right sock. note to self.) and attempting to put her in the same state.
Tom runs his hands down her sides, settling on her slim hips and pulls her into a kiss- breaking only to travel down her neck and across her collar bone- pressing himself against her.
He takes a breath, maybe to steady himself, maybe to drink in the excitement. Just being with her- holding her- He's so happy.
And he feels like a teenager all over again - still discovering her body- still discovering his own.]
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Date: 2013-11-08 04:38 pm (UTC)It's when his lips begin to travel down the length of her neck that she gives him a gentle tug and falls back against the bed with him, rolling onto her back and running her fingers through his hair before leaning her head back, granting him easier access to her neck as his touch encourages her to arch her back and press against him. There's always something youthful and playful about their time together, still new and exciting and exploratory even after a month together, still learning each other and trying to commit to memory what touch invoked what reaction.
She grins and leans in to gently catch his earlobe between her teeth before kissing her way along his jaw and across to his mouth. There are about a million things to be done, but those lips of his are difficult to resist. She runs her hands down the length of his back, bracing one against his hip as she moves the other to cup his rear.]
I guess you weren't all that sleepy after all.