Emma's Dorm Room, Empire State University, NYC, Marvel-616. Saturday Morning.

[icecoldfrost]

Since Jack didn't really have anywhere else to stay, they had gotten back to Emma's dorm late last night. Emma had checked to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking him in, since she didn't want to have to deal with signing in a visitor from another universe.

Jack had taken the spare bed, and they'd collapsed into them like two teenagers grateful to be back in the modern era.

That, however, was last night. Now the sun was starting to peek through the windows, and the sounds of people returning from winter break were echoing in the hallway outside their room.

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma couldn't help a nervous giggle, even as she leaned into Jack's hand. "Soft," she decided between kisses, settling a hand of her own on the small of his back. "'S different."

[bitten_notshy]

"Different here too," Jack reported. "But in a nice way. Girls are sweet."

He moved in to kiss her neck lightly.

[icecoldfrost]

That was cheating -- he knew that was cheating, and Emma felt her insides go liquid as he teased her neck. "Never been called 'sweet' before," she managed, squirming slightly.

There was something else. What was it? "Mmmm...oh! Rule! No biting until we get details figured out."

[bitten_notshy]

"Rule?" Jack said dimly, from a happy Emma haze. he had to lift his head to think enough to answer, though he kept his body pressed tight against hers. "Oh. Right. No biting and I'll be careful with my nails."

Which were still short. Thankfully. As he demonstrated by trailing his fingertips along her wrist and up her arm.

[icecoldfrost]

Jack understood that doing that was going to result in more kissing, right? Because while it was different, and still a bit strange, Emma was having fun.

She was also going to try and pull Jack into her lap; it wasn't like he fit there usually, and Emma thought it would be cute.

[bitten_notshy]

It might have been cute if it worked; as it was, Jack didn't realize what she was doing until she had him thoroughly off-balance. He ended up sprawled across Emma, half on top of her and with his legs askew.

".... ooof," he laughed, and shifted his torso again so he'd be at least somewhat comfortable. He let their limbs stay tangled. "Warn before for you try to do that, would you?"

And then she was going to get another kiss, because smooth legs rubbing together felt very nice even through now-oversized pajama pants.

[icecoldfrost]

"What fun would it be if I warned you?" Emma asked dizzily, perfectly happy to stay tangled and keep kissing. "...you're curvy!"

Ten points for observation, Ems. Really.

[bitten_notshy]

"Small but curvy," Jack said, and grinned against her. There might be some upsides to this particular predicament, after all. "Strangely enough, you're curvy too."

He was going to bring up one of his hands to negotiate one of her curves -- strictly for purposes of illustration, of course.

[icecoldfrost]

Two could play at that game, and Emma settled her hands on Jack's waist, letting her fingers glide over the soft skin and skirt just at the edge of the pajama pants. "Fancy that," she replied, turning her head to nuzzle Jack's ear. "I'm rather sure you've always been fond of my curves."

[bitten_notshy]

"Curves and a tricksy brain," Jack purred -- and it felt odd that he had a voice that could purr, now. "That's what I like about you, lover."

He involuntarily flexed away from those exploring fingers, then toward them. His skin seemed to have extra nerve endings.

[icecoldfrost]

It was fascinating, actually, the different ways Jack responded. So very similar, but not quite. Emma traced her fingers up his spine, then back down, flipping her hand over to run the backs of her fingernails against her skin.

"Fancy that," she said, a tad-distracted, because she was busy trying to make Jack squirm. "Same reason I think I like you right at this moment."

The question as to if she liked Jack-girls or some girls or all girls could wait until later. After they made-out some more, and Emma reassured herself that Jack was, actually, here, and alive and not still dying.

[bitten_notshy]

Not dying. Not for fifty or sixty or ninety more years, if he had his way. And -- while he'd rather spend his time as a man -- this was a pleasant reminder that physical transformations were not, necessarily, horrible things.

"I like that you're a girl who likes me as a girl," he told Emma dizzily, because she did make him squirm. He writhed against her like a cat and felt not in the least embarrassed by it, enjoying the warmth and the friction.