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▌ ▌ a happy valentine - @booksandblades

♖—   Jacob let out a small huff as she seemed to be unimpressed by his theatrics, but the truth was, it was how he was dealing with his nerves. Their relationship change was still new and fresh -- the truth was he was terrified he was going to ruin the best thing that ever happened to him. She had already given him a very lovely card for valentines day -- his present? He made sure everyone was out of the train for the day before telling her she could do or have him do whatever she liked.

♖—  That was what had gotten him into the situation he was currently in, stripped of everything ( weapons included ) but his trousers and his hands tied to the bedpost behind him. She had changed into a thin nightgown that in the darkened train car --- the candles helped leave little to his imagination. Just the sight of her had begun to make his pants extremely uncomfortable.

♖—   “ Well, I thought you would want to treat your little brother gently.” He tried to tease as he squirmed a little on the bed, trying to shift himself in a way that lessened the ache building. It had taken allot for him to agree to this, he was basically at her mercy and no matter how far they had come since returning to London --- the fact was he was putting a lot of trust in her, and that was something he was getting used to again.

✗ ( EVIE )

She’d tied the knots with the same precision she applied to everything else, making them easy enough to unfurl; her fingers moved with nimble efficiency as they completed the task with minimal effort—retying them just as quickly before he could change his mind. Giving a gentle tug to make sure he couldn’t escape before she was ready, hum of satisfaction escaped her when they held.

“There is a time for slow and gentle…” she countered, fingers sliding down along his arm—traveling the hard ridge of his bicep. Ducking her head down, lips replaced fingers, completing the journey across his broad shoulder to his neck—favoring the soft spot just below his ear with a feathery kiss right where he seemed to like it best. “… do you want that time to be now, Jacob?”

Four days—that was how long it had taken them to obtain the measure of privacy required to satisfy their needs. Four blasted days filled with subtle innuendos dropped in mixed company—phrases that trigger sensory memories so intense they left her trembling. Four days of teasing smiles and heated secret glances—even an instance or two of outright groping when others were turned away. By the time his teasing was done even the most casual accidental grazing of his hand against hers stoked the fire burning within her to the point moisture pooled betwixt her legs. He’d gotten her so worked up she’d begun to fear she might lose control completely and scandalize all of London by attacking him on the bloody street with roaming hands and feverish, hungry kisses. It was the most exquisite torture she’d ever experienced—and she was determined to repay every single second in full.

The telltale hardness pressing against her confirmed she was off to a rousing start.

“Do you know why  I asked for this Jake? Why I wanted you tied beneath me?” she purred, trailing her lips along the strong line of his jaw—slowly working her way to his lips, but not yet claiming them. Hers hovered but a hair’s breadth from his—oh so close, but not quite  touching.  So close that it would be far easier to close the distance than to maintain it—but she didn’t.

“I intend to put you through the same delicious agony that you’ve inflicted on me for the last four bloody days—and I don’t intend to stop until you’re writing beneath me, begging for the sweetness of release.”

▌ ▌ a happy valentine - @booksandblades

♖— He let out a soft sound of relief from her touch, it was sweet, gentle and teasing but there was still a level of intimacy in it that he craved. The knowledge that she had never touched another man in such a way, with such carnal intent - moments like this with her belonged to him and him alone.  However, when her touched were replaced by her lips he couldn’t keep from making a soft sound of pleasure -- not even trying to bite back the noises, they were alone on the train, and he had a feeling she wanted to hear every sound that built up inside him.

♖— The  kisses were beautiful, they felt amazing, but the problem was -- they did nothing to relieve the pressure inside him. Every kiss made his already acute senses hyper-aware, every nerve responding to even the slight stimuli. He turned his head, trying to catch her lips as she moved -- he wanted a kiss dammit!” Point of this is what you want...” He whispered in answer to her question, licking his lips slowly as he stared up into the crystal blue eyes that had him hypnotized since birth.

♖— “ I do not know...” He murmured to her question but as she explained he let out a low groan. He remembered the last four days, yes he had teased her, had let his hands roam when no one had been looking there way, but that was because he could not help himself. His ache for her had been constant; even the sweetest smile could turn his thoughts perfectly sinful --- no matter who had been around them.” You say this like I have not been in agony as well.” He murmured, convinced he could feel his pulse between his legs.