Just me and my shadow... (RP for brave-soldier)

[little_leaf]

Chicken Little has flown the coop.

"Great." Jane sighed, hiking up her reading glasses to better see the text message she was reading. All of the triplets had condos in the same building, each of them on a different floor. It let them stay close, have privacy...and watch John.

Who didn't go out alone often, at least not outside of work. As a rule, he could be trusted on his own during cases he was deep into, otherwise he stayed home or at the office by choice. Now that he had a girlfriend, that would probably change...but John out alone and sans a case still felt like trouble.

Jane texted Jock back after a moment's thought.

Your problem tonight, not mine. I have a broken heart to nurse, bugger off.

Jane tossed her phone on the coffee table right after, vowing not to answer another text message for the rest of the night. She knew Jock would at least pretend she was still wounded by Bob's treachery, but she was pretty sure John had told him everything. After all: twins usually did. They all knew what she was really brooding about...at least Jock would preserve the gentle fiction, and her last scrap of dignity.

Men sucked.

That was her story, and she was sticking to it as she burrowed deeper into the cushions of her ratty old sofa with its threadbare maroon cushions, trying to make herself read the deposition for an eviction case she was taking to court in two weeks. She found herself scanning the same paragraph repeatedly, though, remembering the feel of stiff whiskers against her cheek, the sinewy back under her hand, the bright and adorable smile that made her forget everything and feel like she was something rare and amazing...

Why the hell did John have to be...John? She wouldn't blame Paul if he'd deleted her number the second she was out of sight. Bloke like that could have his pick, war hero with an irresistible accent and that lethal grin...

"I do not care." she muttered to herself, trying to make herself believe it and failing. "I don't care...didn't fancy him that much anyway. I can do much...oh, bollocking shitbags, someone just beat me unconscious and leave me to my fate..."

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[little_leaf]

Grinning and giggling, she pressed her face to his shoulder for a second...and he smelled really good, like warm cotton and some kind of sweet, musky cologne, not too heavy or too light.

Lifting her head, she wagged her eyebrows at him. "Well, that depends: do you have whipped cream at your place? Because I definitely have a bottle of chocolate sauce in my fridge."

[brave_soldier]

Once they were safely at his car, he drew close to her, pinning her against the car with only his hips. Leaning in, he kissed her lingeringly, nipping at her bottom lip teasingly. "I don't need whipped cream for what I'm going to do with you," he whispered, just before drawing away and moving to the driver's seat. He only hoped he made it home without an accident. He definitely wanted to keep his word.

[little_leaf]

There was something deliciously thrilling about the way he pinned her against the side of the car with that low mock threat in her ear, all gentle heat and hunger. She suddenly couldn't wait long enough to get him alone, to be at the mercy of those lips and hands, to strip him naked and touch him, make him beg for more.

Nearly pouring herself into the car, as soon as he was inside she was sliding close to kiss him hard again.

"Your place." she managed between kisses. "S' closer...drive fast."

[brave_soldier]

Paul was not about to argue with her. He was definitely just as eager as her to get to a private location. Not knowing where she lived, he assumed she rationalized he was closer because he had gotten to the restaurant before she had. She managed to remain focused on the road, despite the knowledge of what was to come. Hopefully, anyway. Paul was fully aware she had ample opportunity to change her mind, and despite his interest, he'd let her. He was not the type to simply have his way with her. As it was, he almost felt like he was taking advantage. But despite the age gap, she was a consenting adult. He just couldn't believe he was this lucky.

Thankfully, unlike most single men, Paul's apartment was as neat as a pin, so he didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. Not that it mattered. The moment they were inside, they were all over each other, like their lives depended on it.

She was amazing. And true to his word, he didn't need whipped cream to do what he wanted to do to her. True to her word, she didn't need any chocolate.

As they lay next to one another, breathlessly, he was pleasantly surprised to find her curled up against him. It would seem she was a cuddler, and the smile on her face implied she was quite pleased. Nothing could have made him more flattered. Leaning over, he dropped a kiss on her temple. "That was amazing."

[little_leaf]

"Mmmmm...understatement of the year." she slurred with drowsy contentment. As was the assertion the was merely curled up or just a cuddler: stretched out over him, Jane's legs were securely tangled with Paul's. A set of toes were absently pressing against one calf, wiggling intermittently as she shifted or stretched with the lazy contentment of a cat in a lap, while a foot was securely hooked around his ankle...and given how thoroughly tangled she was against him, it was hard to tell which foot was doing what without actually looking. Her head had been previously tucked against the crook of his neck, but now shifted to rest with her cheek pressed to the lean, flat planes of his chest.

"I was right about one thing." she finally murmured after a moment, reaching for one of his hands to bring it close to her face. Pressing a kiss to his palm, she absently toyed with his fingers, running her own over the calluses and lines. "You have the most incredible hands."