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Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

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Emma felt that familiar feeling, but now she can pinpoint what it was. It was butterflies, stupid fluttery things she hadn’t felt in ages, except when she was with Jack. When Jack pulled away, she tried not to be disappointed, but then Jack all but confirmed in her own Jack way that she had felt something. Emma felt relieved, and for the first time all night she cracked a smile. Shaking her head, she tried to act as serious as possible when she responded. “Oh, yeah, me neither,” she said, clearly playing along, looking at Jack hopefully.

She had no idea where she wanted this to go, honestly. She had just gotten out of a relationship, she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for another one. Plus, Jack was important to her, she didn’t want to risk anything - but that bridge was probably burned a while ago. There was no denying that there was something, now it was just a matter of what to do with it. Emma sat there kinda awkwardly, wondering what to say now, honestly just thinking about kissing her again. She decided they should get moving before it came pitch black, they’d have time to talk about it. “Walk me home?”

Jack bumped shoulders with Emma when she joked back. It was nice. It reminded her of what she considered normal. Jack was always herself with Emma. It felt effortless. They jokes and teasing were as natural as breathing when they were together, and Jack didn't want that to change because of that one night. She didn't want it to linger over their heads and ruin them. She loved what they had right now. She didn't want to lose it.

"Alright," she said as she stood and stretched. The two began walking through the woods. At first, they were pretty quiet, but after a while, they started talking. Jack told Emma about quitting her job and how the manager offered to let her come back at any time without notice. Emma told Jack all about her day at work and the latest gossip about her coworkers. Before they realized it, they were back on campus. Jack turned to Emma once they came to a stop. It was late now for sure, and Jack had to go home. "I should probably go."

Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

emmyclearwater:

There was silence, and Emma continued to look around before her eyes finally settled back on Jack. She met her eyes - the other girl had been looking at her, too - and finally offered her a small smile, a small piece of her old self.

Emma began wondering if she should speak up and tell Jack that they should leave now, but Jack spoke up before her. There was a bit of hesitant curiosity at Jack’s words, but when she began to lean in, Emma’s eyed widened before they closed. It was unexpected. As Emma’s eyes shut she felt like her heart did the same, and she let herself embrace the moment, knowing full well that Jack could pull away and said she felt nothing, and Emma would have to live with that, and move on how she could.

It felt like the first time again, just without the song in the background. Not wanting it to end, wanting a tiny bit more time, one of Emma’s hands rested at the back of Jack’s head, holding her closer. Maybe that was crossing the line, but she had to do it. Emma was caught in the moment again - either she did that a lot, or there was something about Jack that brought out Emma’s risk-taking capabilities, her bravery, everything she thought had disappeared a long time ago.

If Jack hadn't forgotten about it, Jack would realize she was feeling the same way she did when she first kissed Emma. There were butterflies in her stomach and something that made her not want to stop kissing Emma, but she knew she had too. She was easily persuaded into doing things before it was appropriate. She didn't really want to make out with Emma on a rock. She wasn't really sure what this meant, but she liked it. She didn't want to commit to anything, though. Commitments weren't Jack's favorite things, and she made them only when she had to. They were just friends a week ago, so they can continue to be that, if that was what they wanted. She'd like a friend with benefits, though, at least until she figured her life out a little bit and learned to not be so afraid to commit.

She pulled away from Emma and kind just shrugged her shoulders, choosing to look uninterested. "Nothing," she said in a plain voice but then smirked over at Emma, letting her know she did feel something, hopefully just like Emma did.

Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

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Emma shook her head, kind of wanting to ask about the other dream, but knowing she wouldn’t. The initial whirlwind of feelings was gone, so she was able to look at Jack, even as she continued speaking. “Okay,” she said in response, not knowing what to say. She had no idea where to go from here, if there was anywhere to go from here. She didn’t know if Jack wanted to forget about it and move on, or if she was thinking of something else. She wanted to ask, but at the same time, she didn’t.

She settled for looking at the sky, trying to get her thoughts in order. The sky was beautiful tonight, you could see stars now that they were closer to the wilderness. There were no clouds to conceal their view. Subconsciously, Emma scooter closer to Jack when she turned her head to look into the forest she was going to walk into. Despite this all, Jack was still her safehouse. After a while she looked back at Jack, but didn’t speak.

Jack didn't want to say anything else to incriminate herself so she basked in the silence. She looked around to see where they even were. She knew where Emma's work was, but not really how to get home this way. It didn't matter, though, because Emma obviously knew. But would Emma let her walk home with her? It was dark out and she was going to go through the woods, so it'd make sense to go with her, but she didn't how the other girl was feeling. It was possible that Emma didn't want to be around her.

She noticed Emma scooting closer to her and she smiled. Emma was still Emma, whether they fucked or not, and they were friends. She didn't know what it meant besides Emma wasn't mad at her. She let out a sigh and looked over Emma's head at the forest. It was dark and probably still damp from the rain earlier. It was perfect. Her eyes drifted downwards towards Emma and Jack just let her eyes rest on the smaller girl. She was beautiful, but Jack knew that already. She always had attractive friends, but maybe that was because Jack found almost everyone attractive. Everyone was different, and that was what drew her to them. They were all special. Emma was special.

It took Jack a while to speak up again, but when she did, her voice was calm and maybe even a little hesitant. "Look...I don't know what you want out of this or if you want anything at all, but...let me just try something, okay?" She lifted her hand and rested it on Emma's cheek furthest from Jack. She slowly moved in and kissed her.

Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

emmyclearwater:

Jack seemed more relaxed after Emma explained, she even let out a laugh, but Emma didn’t feel the same way. She wasn’t sure if Jack had given it a second thought, but Emma kept thinking about when Jack had kissed her scars. That was the part that stuck with her, and now that she said it out loud, it wouldn’t go away. She kind of wanted to mention the song that played when they kissed, but it was an unimportant detail, so she sat on it, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to hear the song without thinking of Jack. Not like many people played the Pina Colado song at parties, anyway.

She wanted to go home. Jack let out an “oh”, and Emma looks down at her hand. If only she’d been drunk, too. They would’ve both forgotten this whole thing and moved on. Of course, they still would’ve woken up naked together.. She nodded at what Jack said after that, then furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her. “Another?” She questioned, but there wasn’t a hint of the usual humour in her voice; if it was a joke, it wasn’t funny. If it wasn’t, well, she wouldn’t be surprised.

If Emma looked hard enough, she'd see Jack blushing. Jack rarely blushed. Her face usually only got red from anger or running too much. She didn't mean to say "another." It just kind of slipped out, but it was true. Jack had had a sex dream about Emma before. She never would have admitted it if it hadn't accidentally slipped out. "Um." She ran her tongue over the front of her lower teeth. "Yep, another." She let out a nervous laugh.

She didn't want to say the next thing, but she figured Emma deserved an explanation. "Yeah, so, it turns out I do remember that night, subconsciously at least, because I had a dream that was pretty much the same thing you said. But we weren't in my dorm." Okay, Jacklyn, you've said enough. "So yeah."

Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

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Emma listened to her, but she was only half listening. Her mind was all jumbled and she’d started walking in a circle, looking for somewhere to sit down. Jack’s argument didn’t make any sense to her. In her mind, regardless of no details, if their night together held any importance, she would’ve at least been surprised. She wouldn’t need Emma to sit her down and explain how the sex was - she would’ve reacted to the knowledge of them sleeping together, at least just a little bit. Maybe that was illogical - Jack was clearly used to having sex with both people she knew and didn’t know - but it was how she felt, and she didn’t appreciate Jack telling her that she couldn’t be upset over it. Regardless, she didn’t leave, instead she found a rock a few feet from them and sat down, waiting for Jack to join her.

Pressing her thumb to that familiar scar on the palm of her hand, she looked at the floor. She really didn’t want to do talk about this anymore. She was quieter now when she spoke, her voice had fallen into the category of “exhausted”, drained of emotion and wanting to jog through this conversation so she could go the fuck home already. “I’m not mad,” she started, and it was true. Truthfully, she was mad at herself. She knew she’d regret sleeping with Jack, but she did it anyway. It was idiotic of her. She doubted she’d ever be able to look her in the eyes again. Explaining it wouldn’t be hard, though. The memory of the night was engraved in her mind. “I don’t know what you want me to say. We were dancing, then we kissed. Once we got to the bed, you pinned me down, took your shirt off, took mine off. Then you.. you saw my scars. You kissed them, then after I was done I flipped us over. You growled.” She paused, shaking her head. “And then, uh, I kinda kissed you all over, and.. you left scratches on my back, and tore open my lip, so I gave you the hickeys. It went on like that. We fell asleep after a while. I woke up, realized what had happened, and left.”

Jack could tell Emma was wanting her to sit down too, but she didn't. She stayed standing so she could look at Emma while she talked. Despite that, she ended up not looking at Emma while she explained what happened that night. She was looking down at the ground, at the dirt and the grass. The details were familiar, which Jack thought was weird. The details shouldn't have seemed familiar if she didn't remember having sex with Emma. Once Emma was done telling what happened, Jack decided to sit down. She ran another hand through her hand and laughed lightly, leaving a small half smile on her face. "Oh."

It turned out that she did remember what happened that night, she just didn't realize it because she thought it was a dream. "So that wasn't another sex dream, huh." Her smile faded as she sat there. She was starting to feel like a real jerk.

Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

emmyclearwater:

Emma waited with a growing worry in her stomach. She didn’t know how Jack would react and she was scared to found out. It felt like hours before Jack finally spoke, but what she said more than surprised Emma. She’d expected some sort of reaction, and it wasn’t until then that Emma realized she’d wanted a reaction. Getting this instead, was just confirming exactly what Emma had been unconsciously worried about. It didn’t mean anything to Jack - it was just sex, she could brush it off easily. She hadn’t felt a damn thing. To Emma, it meant the world, but to Jack, it was something she could write off with an “okay”. Emma felt sick. She hadn’t realized her mouth had opened a bit until she shut it, and then the lump in her throat made itself known. “Why - ” She stopped, taking a step back, rolling her head and turning her back to Jack.

Her hands flew up to cover her face, taking a second to compose herself. Every emotion came up at once; everything she’d been hiding and avoiding confronting until tonight. When she turned back to Jack, her emotions were at the highest level. “You - You don’t get it, do you?” She asked, but she went on before Jack could answer. “It wasn’t like that, it..” She took a breath, trying to compose herself again, not wanting to end up yelling at Jack. “It was a big deal to me, Jack. You don’t remember anything, but I do. That kind of thing.. especially after… - fuck.” She stopped herself, she was getting too emotional and her voice had started to shake. She wasn’t making much sense anymore. She hadn’t realized it, but she’d moved away from Jack, they were several steps from each other. She didn’t want to get any closer. She didn’t want to be here anymore. Emma just wanted to go home. She turned to face Jack again, and the emotion was draining out of her voice. She just sounded exhausted, and she was. “I was avoiding you because I was afraid this was how you’d react. I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it, and I was right. I can’t.”

Jack stood there expressionless as Emma had her little breakdown. She didn't know how the girl felt or how the sex was. Fuck, she didn't even remember it! She didn't know anything and here Emma was on the verge of tears about it. It wasn't her fault she drank too much. Okay, maybe it was, but if Emma was afraid this would happen, then she shouldn't have fucked Jack in the first place. She obviously wanted it, so she shouldn't be angry at Jack for not acting emotional over something she didn't remember.

It was after Emma was done speaking that Jack began. "Look, I'm sorry about me, but you can't just expect me to react to something I don't even remember happening. This-- I've done shit like this before, but...nobody's ever cared about it." She ran her fingers through her hair, unsure what to say. Nothing that would come out of her mouth would make Emma feel any easier. "I don't know how the sex was or what we did or how any of this shit happened, okay? Don't be mad at me for that." She shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket. "You want a certain reaction from me, and you're obviously not going to get it, but just by saying we slept together isn't going to help jog my memory. If you want me to remember, I need details."

Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

emmyclearwater:

Emma nodded, part of her had been kind of expecting that. Her stomach was hurting worse now, but she ignored it. Interrupting their conversation were some of her co-workers, who began walking out of the shop, waving at Emma. Emma began walking down the street, gesturing for Jack to follow her. Walking and talking made it a bit easier, even though they were walking away from the lit-up streets. Emma waited until they were a safe distance before she began talking again. “You were pretty drunk.. I wasn’t, not really. Just buzzed. I didn’t want to get drunk that night,” she said, leaving the sentence unfinished.

"Anyway, we danced," she started, glancing at Jack. She didn’t look surprised, so she clearly remembered that part. "Then we kissed." She continued to look at Jack, hoping to see a spark of memory. After a while she stopped them walking, They were right outside the forest, which was the shortcut where Emma walked to get home. She’d be too focused on watching where she stepped and being hyper-aware of her surroundings to be able to continue this important of a conversation if they were in the forest. "Things sort of escalated from there, and, um.." She took a second, scratching the back of her head, her other hand shoved into her pocket. She probably looked at nervous as she felt. "We kinda.. slept together."

Jack furrowed her eyebrows when Emma told her she wasn't drunk. But she had to be, right? She seemed like it at the time, but maybe it was just because Jack herself was drunk. She had forgotten about her friend's use of alcohol to cope after her torture. Of course she wasn't drunk. Jack was just too out of it to realize it at the time.

She walked with Emma to the edge of the woods, listening to everything she had to say. The kiss wasn't surprising for multiple reasons. Jack was drunk, for one, and second of all, Emma was attractive. Jack had to admit that. Emma was hot. Jack, pay attention. At the edge of the forest, Jack felt the urge to just run in, but she didn't want to leave Emma, and for some reason, she felt like the girl wasn't done talking. She didn't really remember the kiss but if Emma said it happened, then it did. She watched her friend as she struggled to speak, and once she got her words out, Jack just pursed her lips and nodded, looking at the air above Emma. She made a face like she were debating the possibility of it happening in her head, and she ended up nodding. "Okay." She looked back down at her friend. It didn't bother her that they slept together. She slept with her friends while sober sometimes. It was just human nature. "So, why were you avoiding me?"

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Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

emmyclearwater:

Emma didn’t want to answer. She bit on her bottom lip, distantly remembering Jack biting it. Shit. That was all that seemed to go through her head, and she struggled to find suitable words to say. She moved a little as she shifted her weight between feet, now kind of just stalling. She was trying to hide the fact that this conversation was making her stomach hurt, but she wasn’t sure if she was doing a good job. Finally she spoke, and it’d only been a few seconds from Jack speaking, but it felt like ages to Emma. “Yeah,” she said honestly, switching her gaze from Jack’s eyes to her nose, finding that she couldn’t meet her eyes for longer than a few seconds.

Now she could notice her jacket, and wasn’t able to resist the part of her that thought she looked adorable. “Yeah” didn’t seem like a good enough answer, truthfully, Jack deserved more. But Emma didn’t know how to explain why she was avoiding her without getting into dangerous waters. She finally decided that they had to go there, so she spoke. “What do you remember about the last night I came over?” She said, feeling herself hold her breath after she asked the question. That was the line she crossed, there was no turning back now. Either Jack remembered, or she had to tell her. Either way, things might never be the same. Maybe she was being overdramatic and it wouldn’t be a big deal at all to Jack, but she didn’t know that for sure.

With the way Emma was acting, it was obvious that she was avoiding Jack. Jack didn't even need to hear her say yes at this point, but it was nice to hear a confession, no matter how hard it was for Emma to make. She nodded her head in understanding although she had no idea why Emma was avoiding her. She remained quiet for a second, wondering what to say, but Emma beat her to the punch. "Not much," she said honestly with a small shrug and one of her half smiles.

In all honesty, Jack didn't know what happened that night besides Emma came over and they danced a little. She assumed Emma went home after a while and Jack fell asleep. She thought that was the end of it, but now, she wasn't so sure. Maybe they did make out. That would explain the hickeys on her neck the day after and Emma's avoidance. But, also, Jack thought that making out with a friend was a semi-normal thing to do. She didn't know why it was such a big deal to Emma.

Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

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Emma was beyond ready to take off her uniform and lie in bed, maybe blast some music into her ears and lose herself completely. As she left the back room, her other co-workers were cleaning or gathering their stuff as well. She gave them a goodbye, and began moving towards the door, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a familiar face. Jack greeted her, but Emma didn’t say anything back. Not at first. She didn’t know what to say. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach, and she knew that this wasn’t just a friendly trip.

After getting over the initial surprise, she glanced back at her co-workers. She had a good work relationship with them, enough for them to know when something was up. The day after she’d slept with Jack, she’d come into work ten minutes late, a bit disoriented, and they’d all known something had happened. Luckily, the ones who actually knew what was going on weren’t there. “Come on,” Emma said to Jack, after turning to her only slightly and taking her by the car to lead her out the door. “We’re closing up.” She didn’t say anything else, and didn’t meet Jack’s eyes again, instead just walking out the door with her and dropping her arm once they were outside. As an immediate reaction to the darkness outside, Emma’s hands flew to her jacket, pulling it closer to herself, and she crossed her arms over her chest. She hated nighttime. During the day, she was fine. During the night.. not so much.

She turned to Jack. She didn’t start walking home and she didn’t pull them out of sight of the busy street. Okay, there was certainly no avoiding this now. Letting the air escape from her lungs in the form of a small sigh, she met Jack’s eyes. Almost immediately she was hit with that feeling, but she shoved it down, refusing to feel anything. When she spoke she spoke as nonchalantly as possible, as though nothing was wrong. “What’s up?"

Jack stood there looking small in her fluffy jacket with fur around the hood while Emma seemed to be in shock. It was a bit awkward when Emma didn't say hi back, but if it was true that Emma was avoiding her on purpose, it'd make sense that she'd say nothing back. Her lack of a greeting helped Jack realize that that was the case. Emma was avoiding her, and she had no idea why.

She let Emma lead her out of the lobby. She knew they were closing up, but she didn't care. She was here and ready to talk. With a slightly confused look on her face, Jack watched as Emma sighed and finally met her eyes. Jack's expression changed to a softer one. She didn't want to be rude to Emma, especially if they girl didn't want to talk to her, but she didn't want to beat around the bush either. So, she went right to it. "Are you avoiding me?"

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Come And Get Your Love || Jack & Emma

Emma let out a quiet sigh as she worked the coffee machine, tuning out the hustle and bustle of people ordering coffee for their ride home from a full day at work. It was busier in the mornings and afternoons, but people seemed to like their coffee too much here, so there was never a time that there wasn’t a customer. That was probably why they hired Emma; her job interview hadn’t gone great and her application was a bust. However, once she was hired, she became one of their hardest workers - at least until recently. The past week, she’d been quieter than usual.

After her night with Jack, the girl had done exactly what she’d expected - completely avoided her. She’d been thinking heavily about that night, every thought she’d held off while getting lost in the moment had come crashing down on her the next day. She felt like a weight was on her shoulders and she craved nothing more than to talk to Jack again, but she was afraid to. Who knows what would happen when she did. So she’d decided to continue to avoid her, maybe Jack will speak first or maybe they’ll just drift apart..

Shit. That was why she’d immersed herself into her work, to keep her thoughts of Jack. Now that she’d been distracted, of course she’d fucked up, and she ran to the sink to run her hand under cold water while one of her co-workers came to take over the task. As she rubbed lightly on her hand under the water, she felt tears spring to her eyes, but she blinked them away. She blamed them on the burn, but she knew that wasn’t the cause. She’d been blinking away tears a lot lately, finding it harder to do at night and deciding to just let them go. The truth was, she was terrified of losing Jack. Not confronting it was worse on her heart.

Half an hour later, Emma’s shift came to an end. The store was closing for the night, and she was one of the people who didn’t have to stay until later to help clean up. She was thankful for that. She went to the back to get her stuff before heaving towards the front of the store, just wanting to go home.

Waking up naked without any memory of what happened the night before wasn't a big deal for Jack, although it was concerning for her brother who walked in and found her. She knew that Emma had come over and that they had gotten drunk, but beyond "Ain't No Mountain High Enough," she couldn't remember shit. The whole being naked part didn't indicate that anything had happened. Jack slept naked all the time. It was comfortable and nature for her after her many years of sleeping in the woods.

Jack hadn't assumed anything had happened between her and Emma until after her shower. She saw a hickey or two on her neck. It made her wonder what she had forgotten because of the alcohol. Over the next few days, Jack kept trying to remember what happened. She finally quit her job and bought her books for the new semester that was starting up soon. She even was able to remember a little bit more from that night with Emma. All she could remember though was dancing to a slower song with her. Jack could safely assume that they kissed, and, since they were both drunk, probably made out, which was where the hickeys were from. It wasn't a big deal to Jack; she made out with people all the time. She wondered if it was a bigger deal to Emma because after almost a week, she hadn't heard anything from the girl. Jack decided to just go confront her about it. Maybe there was something she was forgetting or Emma was just freaked out. Either way, Jack was going to get to the bottom of this.

After spending the day in the woods, Jack was waiting for Emma to get off work. She was in a winter coat with black jeans and combat boots. Her hair was in a messy bun and it was wet. It had rained earlier in the day, and Jack got soaked to the bone. She was cold and shivering when she went back to her parents' cabin, so she took the warmest clothes she had. Jack was now sweating under the coat a little, but it was tolerable. She didn't have a coffee or a hot chocolate, which was her favorite, because her stomach was upset. She was nervous about this. Emma had been avoiding her for a reason, and maybe Jack didn't want to know that reason. Just as Jack was getting second thoughts about coming here, Emma came in sight. "Hey."

Ain't No Mountain High || Jack & Emma

emmyclearwater:

Emma was completely lost in Jack. She could feel the scratches on her back, and soon enough it was on her lip, too. She took that to mean that she was doing a good job. She’d half expected it - Jack didn’t exactly seem like the submissive or gentle type - and she found she didn’t mind it. Maybe she would the next morning, especially now that there’d be marks on her back reminding her of tonight. After all, she was sure that this was a one-time thing, something Jack was going to forget and Emma was never going to bring up again for the sake of their friendship. She just hoped that she wouldn’t feel awkward and avoid her too much. She was sure she would to some extent, but it wouldn’t last long.

She pulled away from Jack’s lips for a second, pulling down to her neck. Her logic was that if Jack was going to mark her, she was going to do the same thing. She didn’t have claws or fangs or anything like that, so she’d just give her a hickey. She wouldn’t regret it until after. Caught up int the heat of the moment, she was leaving something that would tell Jack that something had happened that night. She’d have to ask about it eventually, but she was just going to brush it off when they talked about it - after all, there were no feelings behind this, right?

Who was she kidding, of course there was. Jack had been her biggest support in her recovery from the break up and the attack. She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t feel a thousand time better when she was around. She was like her safehouse the one thing that made her feel safe and comfortable. Maybe there was nothing more than that, maybe it was just a strong friendship, or maybe she was crushing on her, but either way there was no denying that Jack was different. She wasn’t just a friend Emma was sleeping with. Yeah, she’d definitely be avoiding her after this. Not to mention that she needed to work out why her stomach had been feeling weird all night - it wasn’t the nerves, she couldn’t blame it on nerves, because it was still there even after she’d given in and stopped being afraid.

Jack threw her head back while Emma kissed her neck. She wasn't worried about marks she'd have in the morning; she was really just surprised that someone was giving her marks. She was the one who always cut, scratched, or bit the other. She rarely waked away with a physical reminder of her time.

As the night went on, Jack grew more and more satisfied with how it turned out. If Emma hadn't come over, she would have been asleep a long time ago, and if there hadn't been any beer to rink, Jack would have continued to be sexually frustrated. For her, tonight was a definite win, but she wasn't thinking about the future. She wasn't worried about the morning after or the days that would follow. What did tonight mean? What was going to happen tomorrow? Just as Jack's head started to fill with these questions, she fell asleep holding the smaller girl in her arms.

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Ain't No Mountain High || Jack & Emma

emmyclearwater:

Emma couldn’t find it in herself to admit that Jack’s growl was a turn on, but she knew it was true. That’ll be embarrassing tomorrow. She knew Jack didn’t want to give up dominance, and no part of her had expected she would’ve, and yet. Kissing up and down her body, Emma was focused on giving it the attention it deserved. Every part of her was perfect; even the parts that sprouted a wolf. She was going to take advantage of every moment that Jack was hers.

As her lips reached Jack’s stomach, she moved back up to press her lips against Jack’s. Her kiss was rough and passionate, at the same time she was taking Jack’s pants off. Pulling away she traveled back down her body, wanting to pay extra attention to her again but storing that away, foolishly hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time she had a chance. Once everything was off and there was nothing in the way, Emma got to work.

Even though giving up control made Jack angry, she was glad she did it. Emma was skilled despite the amount of time it had been since she last had sex. Jack wasn't in the same boat as her, and so it took her longer than it did for Emma to reach the edge. Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, she reached down and grabbed Emma by the shoulder, pulling her back up to Jack's mouth. Her nails had dug into the smaller girl's skin, making her bleed, but Jack didn't mind. She didn't feel bad at all. She made most of her partners bleed. In her mind, if one of them didn't end up bleeding, it was an unsuccessful night.

As Jack reached orgasm, she bit down on Emma's lip and could quickly taste the girl's blood in her mouth. She wouldn't feel bad about hurting the girl until the morning, that is if she remembered doing it in the morning. Jack had had a lot to drink and when she drank too much, she often forgot what she did the night before. It was a problem, but she didn't care. It wasn't worth giving up alcohol. Besides, she usually didn't do things she would later regret. Jack wasn't a person to regret decisions. She was proud of what she chose to do and not do.

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Ain't No Mountain High || Jack & Emma