can we pls get a fic/hcs from our writer queen of them on that desk 😩 it’s for our own sake
It would be my honour! Find a quickie I've put together under the cut 😉
It’s the way their passion never fades, Amy thinks to herself; palms splayed flat on the desk before her, relishing the moan that escapes when Jake starts a line of kisses down her neck. Whether it’s a long night of being naked under the sheets, or a quick before Mac wakes up fuck, the passion is always there; the heady mixture of desire and love and trust, built up over years of bickering partnership before two aliases and a lot of change around here huh made it all implode.
It’s enough to make their love last for a lifetime, and to make even an old abandoned warehouse, littered with plans on how to double-cross their friends, the ideal place for some sneaky afternoon sex.
(Maybe even more so than usual ... competition has always been their jam, after all.)
Jake’s hands slide down the front of her already unbuttoned jeans, letting the zipper descend against his skin until his skilful fingers find their goal. Amy’s not wet yet, but it won't be long until she is - especially if he keeps pressing his hips against her like that, moaning her name like it’s the only thing he was ever meant to say. She moves her left hand behind, bypassing Jake’s already half-removed jeans to grab a hold of his cock, and nurses the growing erection she finds as Jake’s teeth scrape against her earlobe, nibbling in all the right places until the moisture begins to pool down below.
“Oh god, Ames. I love you,” Jake mumbles into her skin, the feeling of his warm breath on her neck and the stiffness of his cock in her hands enough to make her hips thrust towards her husband’s hand until he manages to slip a digit inside.
He uses his free hand to slide under her t-shirt, squeezing her breasts in just the right way; and the fingernails on Amy’s free hand scrape along the surface of the table when Jake begins to circle both her nipple and her clit in the same perfect pattern. Her breath comes out in shaky bursts - the building pressure almost more than she can stand - and when she leans back just that little further Amy lets go of Jake’s cock, pushing her jeans the rest of the way down until they hit the floor with a thud.
She follows quickly with Jake’s, leaning her weight fully onto the table as the unobstructed access allows him to slide another finger in, twisting his wrist in the way that he knows will absolutely send Amy over the edge. Her body shakes in anticipation, already eager for an orgasm (apart from the occasional quickie in the shower, her husband’s estimation of three months was sadly accurate); and as Jake’s thumb rubs her clit in time with his rapid fingers, Amy comes with a shout. “ohmy - fuck - Jake!”
From behind her shaking legs Amy feels Jake move into place, both of them well-versed in this position to know exactly what works best where (there was a time, of course, when they would have sex on kitchen counters and dining tables, purely because they could). His back covers her own, fingers interlocking as the head of his erection pauses at Amy’s entrance, and he waits for the encouraging squeeze of her fingers before sliding into home.
They each let out a moan as the feeling of being together washes over them, Jake tucking his head into the crook of Amy’s neck when she whispers a breathy I love you. He moves slowly at first, letting Amy come down from her orgasm before trying to work her up again like the perfect partner he is, and slowly the table begins to shake from the rhythm of his thrusts.
Jake’s hands glide along her back when he rises, pressing his palms into the dips of her waist and using the leverage from the new angle to start a faster pace. They both know it’s going to be quick - it’s been far too long without, and it’s the hunger that makes it taste so good - so when Jake begins moaning versions of Amy’s name she lifts her upper body off of the table, hooking one arm around her husband’s neck from behind and gripping his hand with the other.
The thought of everything he’s been willing to sacrifice for the sake of their relationship over the years - and the way he always puts her needs before his - is enough to turn Amy on all over again; the pounding pace of her husband’s cock driving in and out of her getting matched by her free hand as it rubs her clit, pushing herself closer and closer to the edge.
Jake’s fingers tighten around her hips as his pace increases all the more, and Amy cranes her neck back enough to meet his lips for a messy but satisfying kiss. Her fingers slide up to the shorter curls along the nape of his neck, tugging as Jake cries out “Feels so good, Ames. I’m gonna come!” and just as she feels the tightness in her body unfurl into a second orgasm, Jake’s thrusts turn erratic, sinking his teeth into Amy’s shoulder as he releases everything he has inside her.
It takes a while for the two of them to separate, both of them too caught up in the shaky, blissful afterglow of spontaneous sex to consider anything other than how good it feels to be in each other’s arms. They search for each other’s clothes when they finally do, smearing away the remnants of lipstick from Jake’s lips before making their way to the exit, and as he reiterates parts of the plan on their way back to the car, Amy reminds him of just how clever his Perfect Goodbye heist plot is.
(It’s just a shame, though, that her ‘surprise goodbye party’ plot is even better. But he’ll see that eventually.)
excuse me while i go all english teacher film analysis on this scene because i need to before i explode with feelings
the fact that it's played out in total silence. no music, no sound effects, nothing but three words that frame it. it's so simple and real, like he just knows. there's no magic moment, no aha, no chimes, it just is. like when he realised he was in over his head after their first (real) kiss, like when he decided he wanted to propose
the framing. i could write an essay. the long shot of amy, with the long shot of jake but framed with amy in front of it. it's about her. it's for her. it's always been for her and he'd move mountains for her.
the words. i already talked about the silence but the simplicity of "honestly...it wasn't." no further explanation needed. she makes everything simple for him and he doesn't need to embellish. these are the last words he speaks about her too and it's just simple. real. unadorned
the faces. the heart eyes. who needs words. enough said
they placement of the desks. she used to be directly across from him and they'd catch eyes or banter. now they're across the room and she looks up and she just knows.
so yeah i love them and miss them and this scene was just the perfect understated and yet uniquely jake and amy way to say goodbye to them
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