A Hotel, London, Early Sunday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

The nice part about being in the 'future' was that Emma could stay overnight, sleep in tomorrow, and still catch a portal back to Fandom in time for her class without getting sleep-deprived. Timezones were wonderful things.

"I don't think I can walk another inch," she announced, opening the door and walking into the room to fall dramatically on her bed. "I think you dragged me to every corner of London and then some, Jack."

[OOC: For that one!]

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[icecoldfrost]

"Which was your goal?" she managed between kisses. "Seeing how much dragging you could do, or getting my approval?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Getting you to approve of the city," Jack expounded.

Or ... something like that. Some of the words were getting lost in the kissing.

[icecoldfrost]

...there had been something about the city in there, right?

Whatever. The solution was clearly more kissing, and tangling her fingers in his hair to tug him closer. She had a hunch that they both needed this - and each other - right now, more than either of them was willing to admit with words.

At least, not yet. There would be talking, but at the moment, Emma's lips were rather busy.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack happily let himself be tugged, fingertips resting at her waist as he tangled his legs with hers and deepened the kiss.

He'd been craving this -- the closeness, the warmth, the feeling everything was all right for a moment.

[icecoldfrost]

But it was all right, at least for right now.

Emma hummed happily and reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging at it playfully. She wasn't in any hurry, since they had all night (and Emma planned to take advantage of that fact), but he might be a little closer without it.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack let her tug, but didn't help her along just yet. "You know we have to be" -- kiss -- "decent when the food gets here."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma nipped at his lower lip. <<We could be fully clothed, and they'd know what we'd been up to,>> she sent. <<It's hotel staff. They probably have a betting pool going on if we'll be up in time to check-out.>>

<<Or I can answer the door in a sheet, and make them think I'm wearing an evening gown. >>

[bitten_notshy]

"I think they have better things to worry about than what you and I are getting to," Jack said. He liked when she talked into his head, but he wasn't -- quite -- in a place to reciprocate.

He leaned in to nibble at her neck, and asked, "Would it work the other way? Could you be in a business suit and convince me you were naked?"

[icecoldfrost]

<<Easily,>> she promised, tilting her head to give him easy access. <<I know you well enough, I could probably be in the next room and convince you we were having sex right now.>>

[bitten_notshy]

"Would you?" Jack asked, clearly intrigued as he wriggled next to her. "There's a naughty idea."

He should not find it as arousing as he did, given how terrifying the implications were. He was .. not entirely in his right mind at the moment.

[icecoldfrost]

Mmmm...that was nice, and Emma purred happily. <<Why would I?>> she asked, distracted. <<I've got you right here, and this is so very nice.>>

<<Now, if we were stuck in a boring class...>> Telepathic make-outs actually sounded kinda fun.

[bitten_notshy]

"What would you do to me if we were stuck in a class?" Jack asked, a laugh in his voice as his hands snaked over her stomach.

[icecoldfrost]

<<Phantom kisses,>> she decided, running her fingers along the back of his neck. <<Until you got frustrated and growled at me.>>

<<Then maybe I'd tug you into my mind so I really could kiss you for hours, while about five minutes passed in the outside world. Barely enough time for anyone to realize we aren't paying attention.>>

[bitten_notshy]

"I wouldn't growl," Jack protested, but fadingly, as the mental images she was suggesting were pleasant. He rolled closer to her, pushing her shirt up a bit.

[icecoldfrost]

<<Would too,>> she teased, squirming slightly at the contact. <<The sulky, 'Emma don't tease' growl you do when you're about to do something horrible.>>

Horrible in the best ways, of course.

[bitten_notshy]

"I don't" -- and now he was going to try to roll her over and pin her to the bed by her wrists -- "growl."

He was growling.

[icecoldfrost]

Her answering smile was bright and sharp, and very much meant as a challenge.

"Yes, you do."

[bitten_notshy]

"Not."

He wasn't going to say anything more. His mouth was too busy at her neck trying to get interesting noises out of her, and his hands stayed fast where they were.

[icecoldfrost]

She gasped loudly before biting down on her lower lip, doing her best not to squirm (although she was not succeeding) or give him the satisfaction of making any noise.

<<Do too. See?>>

[bitten_notshy]

Jack did gasp at that, but only briefly. He couldn't entirely prevent his own squirming, but it made a pleasant rhythm with hers.

"I" -- oh, he'd switch to talking her way, it left his mouth free -- <<I can be very quiet>>

[icecoldfrost]

That wasn't fair. That? With the free mouth he was using elsewhere to do other things that weren't talking and his hands that were still pinning her wrists? Not fair, and Emma whimpered quietly, shifting against him so she could hook a leg over his waist and pull the rest of his body tighter against her.

Emma very much liked it when Jack got aggressive, in case he hadn't noticed.

[bitten_notshy]

<<More?>>, Jack thought at her, lazily, clearly enjoying every second of this. He gave up on keeping her entirely pinned, moving one hand to slide it under her shirt.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had opened her mouth to respond, possibly by growling at him herself, when there was a sudden pounding on the door. "Room service!"

...

"I am going to kill someone with my mind."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack killed his flash of anger with laughter that started out forced and went genuinely giddy.

"Don't," he implored. "Stay where you are, and Ill get rid of them as quickly as I can.

he was already smoothing his shirt and crawling reluctantly off the bed.

[icecoldfrost]

<< WITH MY MIND, JACK, >> she retorted, pulling a pillow over her head to keep from snarling at anyone. Out loud, at least. <<Or maybe set them on fire.>>

She didn't really care that telepathy couldn't do that; Emma would find a way to do it anyway.