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]

<<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.

[bitten_notshy]

"We ordered it," Jack pointed out calmly, waving a hand at her dismissively. He wasn't trying to be infuriating; he just didn't see the point of getting angry.

Still, he signed for the food and carried the tray in to set on the table as quickly as he could manage.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma did not like logic when it interfered with what she wanted, thank you kindly. But she ran her fingers through her hair and got up, straightening her clothing as she headed to the table.

"I am starving," she admitted reluctantly. "And it smells fantastic."

[bitten_notshy]

"I thought you were hungry," Jack said, waggling his eyebrows just enough to suggest he might mean more than one kind of hunger.

He sat down. "Should we talk while we eat, or try to see how much syrup we can get on the sheets?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I am not sleeping in syrup-covered blankets," Emma warned, already reaching for the coffee. "I don't care how much of a sweet-tooth you have today."

[bitten_notshy]

"We could make them change the linens ..."

But Jack was already slicing a banana over his plate of waffles, resigned to eating (at least) at the table.

"It won't be too terrible," he said, glancing over to Emma. "Half an hour or so of conversation before we get back to other activities. Can you open the champagne, darling?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I can try," she said, setting down her coffee - ah, humanizing coffee - and reaching for the champagne. "I rather like the conversing, you know, I'm just miffed at the timing."

[bitten_notshy]

"I know," Jack assured her. "It's not how I would have planned things either. But we can call what we were up to a preview of coming attractions, and enjoy the food now."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma just snickered. "Breakfast for dinner, and a nap for dessert?" she teased, grabbing the bottle-opener and starting on the champagne. "My, we sound old."