Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, NY. Sunday Afternoon.

[icecoldfrost]

It had been the best place Emma could find with the little she could afford as rent and her unwillingness to have a stranger as a roommate. Sure, in ten years Bed-Stuy was going to be very hip, but this was now, and it was still Brooklyn. And it was still costing her a fortune at $650 a month. At least the brownstone her studio was in was in good repair, and Emma's little room had recently been redone, with new paint and windows, to better block out the noise of the street.

And despite the fact she'd only been there a few weeks, there were books everywhere. Emma was taking a double course load - again - and was doing her best to ignore the increasingly distracting texts that Jack kept sending her so she could focus on writing her paper on Dewey's philosophy of education against current teaching trends.

Yes, this is what she did for fun. And maths. Maybe it wasn't too late to add a maths class...

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, and an unexpected visitor!]

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[icecoldfrost]

Sorry, Jack, but you were probably hit with the unfiltered (lewd) images that that produced before Emma managed to reign herself in. Just because she and Alex had played the Dirty Talk game more than a few times during class in high school didn't mean she couldn't be caught off-guard.

"'Ah' I think you broke my brain," she said after a moment, blinking at him, fingers still on the laces. "I mean, you're you, I shouldn't be surprised you're still you and that you like me and you're adorable, like, with whipped cream and cherry and sprinkles type of adorable and --"

She'd probably regain control of her mouth eventually.

[bitten_notshy]

Those images took Jack's breath away, and he looked a bit dazed by the time he answered. (And was probably sending a matching set of images back at her, not all that voluntarily.)

"No whipped cream," he said. "It gets sticky. And I don't think there are any cherries between us. But I want you with sprinkles and corsets and -- whatever body parts we have between us right now. And I saw the way you were looking at me earlier, this isn't all on my side."

[icecoldfrost]

That was Emma's cue to flush red, both from Jack's thoughts, her own, and getting caught-out peeking.

"I...don't like girls?" she asked managed haltingly. "I mean, I don't know why I do sometimes or if I really do or if Fandom makes me bolder..."

Fuck this, she was just going to go back to undoing the corset and focus on the skin of Jack's shoulder so she didn't have to admit to blushing.

"It's your fault for being pretty."

[bitten_notshy]

"Thank you," Jack said, laughing a bit from the awkwardness. "Would it help at all if I said you didn't need to decide about girls, just about me?"

He wasn't any good at this kind of angst. He'd wanted Irina at the same time, and almost as intently, as he'd wanted Sebastien, and the same pattern had followed him for the last five years.

"You're allowed to be bold with me."

He knew that much. And now he was going to breathe in and hope to come free of his corset.

[icecoldfrost]

That much Emma could help with, easily, as she slid the last of the ties free, letting them fall from her hands as she slid her fingers down Jack's back to rest on his waist.

"Your turn," was all she said.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack reached his arms around Emma to try to undo the ties behind her back, improbably feeling both cold and very warm.

If he thought he was close enough to try kissing her cheek and see what happened ... could anyone blame him?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was giddy from the champagne and the images flirting through both their brains, and that Jack seemed to very much want to continue some of what they had done last time this had happened.

She didn't have to make up her mind now, or ever, because wouldn't ask that of her. But Jack did ask for bold, and that she could give freely. By turning her head just enough to catch his kiss, lightly, and nip playfully at his lower lip.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack caught an eager breath in his throat and rose up on his toes -- girlishly, even he knew that -- to give himself over to the kiss. His hands, forgotten for the moment, stayed spread at her waist, spanning the corset.

Kissing, to him, felt about the same as ever; electric but familiar.

[icecoldfrost]

Felt familiar to him, perhaps, but Emma giggled slightly between one kiss and the next.

<<Teeny,>> she teased.

[bitten_notshy]

<<Hush>> he thought at her, in a slightly distracted voice. He was trying to manipulate her toward the futon and being tiny was not helping.

He finally remembered he'd started to unlace her corset, pulled the strings to get it off the rest of the way.

[icecoldfrost]

The futon was nowhere near as comfortable as their beds at Ronan's, but it would have to do.

Emma was going to help Jack get rid of the corset fairly quickly and pull him - her - Jack - down on the futon with her.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack fell onto the futon with her and jerked an arm around to unfold it into a bed, and however awkward that was, it was overridden by the heat and scent of desire and the novel softness of two sets of breasts between them.

He wanted to reassure Emma again that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to, but finding words was hard when there was this much want. He assumed she'd get it from his thoughts.

[icecoldfrost]

She knew; any hesitation on Emma's end was partly curiosity and partly an attempt at concentration. Yes, she'd done this before, sort of, but it had been under Fandom-influence. Emma wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, beyond kissing Jack, but she wanted to do it right.

Not that there was probably a wrong-way, mind you, but figuring out the logistics of two sets of breasts when usually there was only one did take some experimenting.

[bitten_notshy]

If Jack had any complaints about the way he was being kissed, they were far from evident; he was sliding down into it with a blissful little purr, lips parting and strangely soft.

Carefully, he slid one (strangely small) hand down Emma's stomach to brush against the waistband of her underthings.

[icecoldfrost]

Tiny hands, and softer, too, than usual, or that might just be her imagination.

Emma trailed her fingers along Jack's neck, tangling them in the longer blonde hair only to have them escape again and trace new designs against the softer-skin.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack bit his lips and closed his eyes, tilting his head back a bit to give her better access to the length of his neck. (So this body had a slight biting kink too, so what?)

His fingers dipped just below the waistband, resting there for a moment as he waited to see if she'd pull back.

[icecoldfrost]

It wasn't like Jack was some random sorority sister that Emma had picked up accidentally in a bar; this was hardly their first time in bed together, and Jack was still Jack inside. Just...with different outside packaging, that happened to be cute in a teeny way, and a bit softer than usual.

So she leaned in to press a light kiss against that neck, to see what it felt like, but she didn't pull back.

[bitten_notshy]

Someday, Jack would ask how exactly Emma would accidentally pick up a sorority sister.

Today, he was going to murmur something vague and apprecioative about the kiss -- in a voice that was higher than usual but had his accent, his choice of words -- and let that exploring hand dip lower, massaging Emma's mound. His other hand stayed on her ribcage.

[icecoldfrost]

TRY BEING THIS PRETTY ALL THE TIME, JACK. ACCIDENTS HAPPEN.

There was a sharp intake of breath, which shuddered as she exhaled against Jack's neck. Nervous, yes, but also curiosity and desire, and just the sheer need to be touched.

One hand untangled itself from the longer-than-usual curls and started lightly skating down Jack's back as Emma continued scattering kisses anywhere on his neck that she could reach.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack whimpered softly, arcing his back into her touch as his finger began to make small circles on Emma's skin, zeroing in on the most sensitive areas. His other hand stayed where it was for now, occasionally straying up just enough to play with the very ends of Emma's hair.