[ An errant thought crosses her mind, despite how much all of her is in the moment. The Motel staff must be annoyed that two residents are engaging in what is usually considered a night time activity. It almost amuses her to some degree: the cleaning staff hearing the sounds beyond the door in broad daylight. It would embarrass her if not for the fact that when night comes? They won't get this chance. The horrors come out at night and in the dark.
A satisfied smirk plays out on her face at his reactions, both vocal and physical. She wants their choices to be driven by their needs and wants, not necessarily the guilt or concept of righting a wrong. Just... them. With their weirdness.
Then, a huff of breath that could almost be a bashful laugh. ] Maybe smart.. maybe gorgeous. Thanks, though.
[ She looks down at him below her, purposely not bringing them together just yet. Instead, hee fingers gently trail up his arms, elbows, shoulders, neck. Then, they rest back at his sides. She moves forward, lowering her chest to his, but keeping their hips apart. She brushes her lips to his neck then mouth. His beard feels good on her skin, but makes it difficult to kiss his jaw or cheeks.
Even though everything inside of her is begging to bring him in? Jesse wants him to pull them together. She wants him to feel the satisfaction and accomplishment of reuniting them. Maybe it's a strange or even silly idea. But, she can't help but want him to feel that achievement. She's tried so long to wake him up and bring him home. He's tried so hard to get back home... back to her.
« He needs to feel that more than I do. That he can take a hold of something and accomplish it. Do it on his own terms. Even if it's just me. »
She shifts her chest against his, moving up and down in those suggestive moments, but keeps them apart. He just needs a little more. Her head tilts to brush her mouth along what she can of his neck. ]
Lucky? [ She repeats the word breathlessly. Then, she pulls back to rest on her knees, still hovering over him. Her hands trace his arms again before finding his own hands. Fingers curl around his wrists before guiding them up her sides, to her front, and to her breasts. She presses their hands to them and a gentle moan comes from her. Her body reacts instantly by pressing against his hands and her hips shifting against nothing. ] No... we're--I'm lucky to have you... someone who understands the world... who doesn't think I'm crazy...
[ Her gaze softens to him, letting down that final wall. The vulnerability is all in her eyes. The years of loneliness, self-preservation, distrust, paranoia. She guides one hand from her chest up to her face. Then, she briefly rests her cheek in his palm before turning her head to it. Kisses are left to each finger where the callous from striking a typewriter endlessly have formed. ]
Crazy Jesse Faden who can't accept what everyone in the world says about her hometown. Delusional, not attached to reality, unstable, who needs an institution to bring her back to reality... [ Her voice drops to those soft tones again. Her lips brush against his fingers once more as her other hand curls at his against her chest. ] I was lucky enough to find the Bureau... and Dylan... but to find you too? And not just to another random person in the story?
[ She kisses his palm, the inside of his wrist, trying to find what will bring him to that last step. What will make him unwind just enough to let go of his doubts and worries and--in a primal way of putting it--claim her as his. ]
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A satisfied smirk plays out on her face at his reactions, both vocal and physical. She wants their choices to be driven by their needs and wants, not necessarily the guilt or concept of righting a wrong. Just... them. With their weirdness.
Then, a huff of breath that could almost be a bashful laugh. ] Maybe smart.. maybe gorgeous. Thanks, though.
[ She looks down at him below her, purposely not bringing them together just yet. Instead, hee fingers gently trail up his arms, elbows, shoulders, neck. Then, they rest back at his sides. She moves forward, lowering her chest to his, but keeping their hips apart. She brushes her lips to his neck then mouth. His beard feels good on her skin, but makes it difficult to kiss his jaw or cheeks.
Even though everything inside of her is begging to bring him in? Jesse wants him to pull them together. She wants him to feel the satisfaction and accomplishment of reuniting them. Maybe it's a strange or even silly idea. But, she can't help but want him to feel that achievement. She's tried so long to wake him up and bring him home. He's tried so hard to get back home... back to her.
« He needs to feel that more than I do. That he can take a hold of something and accomplish it. Do it on his own terms. Even if it's just me. »
She shifts her chest against his, moving up and down in those suggestive moments, but keeps them apart. He just needs a little more. Her head tilts to brush her mouth along what she can of his neck. ]
Lucky? [ She repeats the word breathlessly. Then, she pulls back to rest on her knees, still hovering over him. Her hands trace his arms again before finding his own hands. Fingers curl around his wrists before guiding them up her sides, to her front, and to her breasts. She presses their hands to them and a gentle moan comes from her. Her body reacts instantly by pressing against his hands and her hips shifting against nothing. ] No... we're--I'm lucky to have you... someone who understands the world... who doesn't think I'm crazy...
[ Her gaze softens to him, letting down that final wall. The vulnerability is all in her eyes. The years of loneliness, self-preservation, distrust, paranoia. She guides one hand from her chest up to her face. Then, she briefly rests her cheek in his palm before turning her head to it. Kisses are left to each finger where the callous from striking a typewriter endlessly have formed. ]
Crazy Jesse Faden who can't accept what everyone in the world says about her hometown. Delusional, not attached to reality, unstable, who needs an institution to bring her back to reality... [ Her voice drops to those soft tones again. Her lips brush against his fingers once more as her other hand curls at his against her chest. ] I was lucky enough to find the Bureau... and Dylan... but to find you too? And not just to another random person in the story?
[ She kisses his palm, the inside of his wrist, trying to find what will bring him to that last step. What will make him unwind just enough to let go of his doubts and worries and--in a primal way of putting it--claim her as his. ]
I'm lucky... and I'm not letting you go.