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Pride. That's what he felt at that moment. Pride that he'd done that and she'd liked it and hey, look, he might actually be good at something. He gave her a last long lick before kissing over the top of her mound, then pulling her dress back down to half cover her.

But not all the way, because he liked watching her clench and squeeze and glisten.

It took her a moment to come all the way down, drawing her legs together when he pulled his face away and squeezing her thighs together. She swallowed heavily, taking a deep breath as she shifted to lean up and brace herself on her elbows.

"Hi."

Smooth, Jade. Smooth.

He smiled, hands resting on her knees and just holding her there. That look on her face, watching her do that... that was totally worth it.

"Hey."

Seemed they were both as smooth as silk. They should give lessons on it.

She smiled, sheepish when she felt his hands on her knees, and tried to beckon him up. ".. c'mere. This visit was supposed to be about you."

"Was it? Is that why you got all smooth and dressed up? For me?" Oh, he liked that. He liked it a lot. His hands slid down her thighs, gripping them and using his hold to pull her closer instead.

She wasn't expecting that, and she had no reason to resist, either -- so when he grabbed and pulled, she sort of just slid down across the tops of the sheets. "Um. Yes? Why else would I have?"

"I have no idea. I'm just surprised, is all. Pleasantly. It's a good surprise." He wormed his way between her legs, crawling over her so he could lean in and press a light kiss to her cheek. "I wasn't expecting it."

"-- you scared me." He kissed her cheek and she lifted her hand to curl at the back of his head, trying to hold him there so she could kiss him properly on the mouth. "I don't like to think about you dying. Or just - hurting."

"I don't like to think about me dying or hurting either. Not fun. I'd much rather think about this. Or do this. This is good. I like this." He was mumbling against her mouth, kissing her back when he finished. Yeah, he was pretty much hooked on Jade.

She liked this, too -- which was likely evident by the way she was kissing him, soft but thorough and hungry. And then she pulled back, just a few inches, and wrinkled her nose. ".. I can't tell if I can taste myself or if I'm just psyching myself out."

"You don't taste bad." He licked his lips, able to taste a little of her still there. He didn't mind it, but maybe girls didn't like that. "I can go brush my teeth if you want."

"I'd rather you taste like me than toothpaste." And then she flushed hard, realizing how weird that might have sounded. ".. ehehe. If you don't mind."

He smiled, moving in and giving her a soft kiss. "I don't mind. Like I said, it doesn't bother me." If anything, it was just one more thing that had him hard and aching in his pants.

She slid her hand up the side of his cheek, fingers through his hair, expression curious as she studied him. "-- what d'you want? I want to pay you back."

He grinned wider, kissing her again. "You don't have to 'pay me back'. We're not bartering. We're... enjoying each other. I liked doing that. I wouldn't mind doing that again. I wouldn't mind doing a lot of what we've done again."

"Then.. I want to enjoy you. I want to enjoy you the way you most want to be enjoyed." She smiled gently, pecking the side of his jaw before she attempted to slide out from beneath him. "And.. we could. I'd be okay with us.. redoing these things."

"Which, uh, which things?" Because there'd been a few and he wanted to do them all. Repeatedly. In varied positions.

"Um." The fact that he'd asked made her laugh a little, a breathless exhale of it. "All of them? I liked all of them."

"Oh, good." There was actual relief in his voice. "I loved them all. Everything. We can do it all... all of it again." He leaned in and kissed her again, not quite letting her squirm free, but sitting up a little more and pulling her up with him.

She wouldn't fight if he resisted when she tried to squirm free and instead moved with him, obligingly. Alright, well - she was fine with kissing him again, nuzzling in against his mouth and lingering there. He was hard - she could see that he was hard, but she wasn't sure yet what, exactly, to do about it.

When she broke the kiss, she sort of mumbled: "Maybe we should have dinner or something before we, um, fuck next time?"

Okay, new things he didn't previously know about himself; he liked hearing her use that word. Well, he liked hearing her use that word in the context it was used. "I'd like that. I can take you somewhere. Like a date."

He hadn't been expecting this, after all. If he'd known she was in the mood, he would have already offered to take her out, his attempt at wooing her into his bed.

She sort of liked saying it, even if it did leave her grinning in vague embarrassment. Fuck. Fuuuck. They were fucking. That was what they did. That was the point in coming to his bedroom in the first place. She could deal with this.

Jade slid her hand forward, moving to grope carefully at Stiles's inner thigh. "A date would be good."

The grope had him jumping a little, but he settled quickly. Yes. Yes, she could put her hands wherever she wanted. Just up a little would be nicer.

"Is there anywhere you want to go? Dinner? Do they have movies here? Maybe that circus?"

"You know that circus is full of ghosts, right?"

And there went the hand up a little further, seeing if she could find the outline of his cock through his pants.

"I heard about that, yea-ah." Yep, she found it. And his eyes rolled back a little as he shivered. "They can't hurt anyone though, right?"