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You Know You Love the Way I Linger | Jagger+Ramona

Jagger had this rule that he didn’t, under any circumstances, have sex with his friends. A part of him figured that should apply to this situation, but was Ramona really a friend? Sure, but there was a difference between the friends he saw on a daily basis and a friend that he’d known his whole lifetime. Perhaps that ought to have given him more reason to quit while he was ahead, and while he had the willpower to do that with anyone else, he knew that there was no chance in hell that whatever was about to happen between him and Ramona was going to stop here. He could contribute it to the fact that he hadn’t had sex in weeks, either — not that he and Ramona were an exclusive thing, all they did up until this point was kiss, but hooking up with other people while doing whatever this was with her didn’t sit well with him. He brought his hands back up her back, deftly unclasping her bra and letting it fall in his hands, before tossing it to the side, as well. He cupped her breasts in his hands, fingers delicately tweaking at her nipples before pulling back and lifting his own shirt from his body with one arm before pressing their bodies flush against each other, feeling the peak of the erect buds on her chest against his skin. He brought his hands to the back of her thighs, fitting them around his waist to he could carry her to the bed, crawling on top of her once she landed on the mattress, capturing her mouth with a kiss, lightly tugging on her bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away and ducking his head, trailing kisses along her chest before circling one of her nipples with his warm tongue.

Ramona had wondered when this moment would come; when Jagger's resolve would weaken and the kissing just wouldn't be enough anymore. He had been pretty set on making sure they kept sex far from whatever sort of relationship they had building between them, and while Ramona respected that, it was hard to not want more with him. She felt her back arch under his touch as his hands slid up to the clasp of her bra, undoing it quickly and letting the fabric fall away from her body, revealing her firm, round breasts. Her nipples were already peaked due to her arousal, and as his fingers tugged at them, a sharp gasp was ripped from her throat, desire flooding her body as heat pooled between her thighs. She growled as his shirt was pulled away and fuck, why did he have to be so fit? She wanted nothing more than to worship his body for hours with her lips and tongue alone. Long legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted her thin frame with east, keeping them anchored as he carried them over to his bed. Her head lifted from the bed and chased the kiss, pressing into it to make sure it stayed deep as her body arched up against him, feeling as much of their skin connecting as possible. Her head dropped back down as the kiss broke, his lips moving down over her body, and the second his tongue started to trace her sensitive nipple, she could feel her body shift into a heated state of arousal. She pressed against his chest sternly, to get him to flip over so that she could take her place on top of him,her hips rolling so that she was grinding down against his cock. Clad only in a pair of skinny jeans now, yet it still felt like it was far too much, a barrier that she needed gone. She lifted her hips up and swiftly undid the zipper and popped the button, before slowly tugging them down, teasing him a little with the peak of soft pink lace panties.

You Know You Love the Way I Linger | Jagger+Ramona

Jagger’s hands continued to rest at her back, up until his fingers just grazed the clasp of her bra, before back down again. They traveled to the front, fingers running over her flat stomach, then moving back around again. He ran his tongue along her mouth, pulling her full lower lip gently between his teeth. Ramona’s skin felt too good between his fingertips, her lips fit too perfectly against his, her moan was too much for his ears to handle. He moaned in return, the low, involuntary noise from the back of his throat seemed to reach volumes to him, and the way she whimpered his name went straight to his cock. Jagger reached around the back of her head, pulling all of her hair to one shoulder before attaching his lips to her neck, placing painfully slow, wet kisses from her collar bone up to her jaw. He began to pull at her sweater, lifting it higher until her bra was uncovered, pulling away enough to remove the offensive fabric from her body, tossing it carelessly onto a chair. “This is a bad idea,” he murmured, pulling her off the wall so she was pressed flush against his body, trailing kisses along her chest, and over the top of her bra.

Goosebumps broke out across her skin as his hands ghosted up her back, hovering over the clasp to her bra before moving back down her body. She had been with a number of people in her life, but there was something so different when Jagger touched her. Maybe it was the weeks of sexual tension building between them, or maybe it was something uniquely Jagger, something she had been missing out on for years. Her lips parted as a tiny gasp slipped passed them, lust burning through her body, a throb jolting straight to her core at the mere touch of his tongue. She drank up his moan like it was a fine wine, savoring it on the tip of her tongue. She tipped her head slightly to the side as he pushed her hair to one side, a string of curses pouring from her in a husky tone, as his lips worked up her neck. Her nails frantically clawed at his back, scraping down to his ass. She pulled her hands away for a brief moment to help him get her sweater off, then they were back on his ass, pulling his hips forward against her to rut against him. "I don't care," she growled as she melted into him, surging forward to capture his bottom lip roughly between her teeth.

You Know You Love the Way I Linger | Jagger+Ramona

Jagger wasted no time with this kiss, his tongue pushing at the seam of her lips seconds after their mouths met, craving that familiar, sweet taste that was intoxicating and new, yet familiar at the same time — it was just Ramona. He licked into her mouth, entwining his tongue with hers, pushing away any thoughts of being slow and lingering. It seemed as though their passion only increased each time they did this. Each time it became more desperate, craving each other more than the last and Jagger wondered how much longer it would take before he pushed away their “no sex” agreement. Jagger’s cold hands slid under the fabric of her sweater, resting on the small of her back. Partly for the amusing reaction he was sure to get, and also because he wanted to warm his hands on her skin — or at least that’s what he told himself when he liked the feeling of her bare back under his palms. He pressed forward completely crowding her against the wall, rolling his hips against hers.

Heat spread rapidly through her body as his tongue pushed into her mouth, lips parting without hesitation to accept it, a low groan sounding from the back of her throat as his taste assaulted her senses. She could taste the cigarettes, the sweetness that was naturally his, and the lingering taste of something else, she couldn't quite put her finger on it though. It had become so familiar to her, and she had to curse not experiencing this sooner, because God, he just tasted so fucking good. She shivered and yelped against his lips as his cold hands met her heated skin. "Tosser," she mumbled against his mouth, a grin tugging at her lips as she dove into the kiss again. She didn't think she could last much longer like this, with him kissing her this way, pinning her up against the wall. It's not like she was bothering to sleep with anyone since the first time her lips met Jagger's, but fuck, she just wanted him to let go and take her the way she wanted. She broke away from the kiss with a strangled moan, feeling his hips roll forward against her, it sent a dull throb straight between her thighs. "Jagger," she whimpered, her chest heaving with labored breaths.

You Know You Love the Way I Linger | Jagger+Ramona

"I smell nice." He echoed, taking another pull from his cigarette. "I’m glad to know I’m your human pillow, though." The corner of his mouth tugged up, a small smirk settling on his lips with one eyebrow raised. "Yeah? Exactly how much do you like me?" He murmured, dipping his head and nudging his nose against her cheek, before placing a sweet kiss there. He nearly rolled his eyes when she repeated his own words back to him, but her beaming grin stopped him from doing so, instead looking away and bringing the cigarette to his lips. Jagger’s back arched some when her long nails dragged across his skin. He looked down at the fag between his fingers, figuring he could still get a few more drags from it, but he couldn’t be arsed to care. He stubbed it out in the ashtray, setting the dish down on the floor before placing his hand on the small of her back, leading her inside before closing the doors behind them. He removed the blanket from his shoulders, tossing it onto his bed, then grabbed Ramona by her elbow, spinning her around and placing his hands firmly on her hips. Slowly he began to inch them forward, pushing Ramona backward until she was pressed against the wall by the door they’d just come through, a mischievous grin settling on his lips. "Now, what was that you wanted to do inside?"

She had to will her heart to stop beating so fast when he wore that stupid smirk of his. He could so easily effect her and it made her wonder if he ever felt the same way about her. "That's for me to know and you to find out, Mr. Cohen," she teased, even if her tone was slightly breathless, a blush staining her cheeks and warming up her skin as his kiss seared through her, even if it was sweet and gentle. She was pretty sure she had him exactly where she wanted him, given the way his body arched at her touch and how he seemed to look at his cigarette, contemplating if it was worth finishing. A triumphant grin stretched across her face when he put it out and lead her inside, his hand large against her back, burning through the fabric of her sweater. She was about to walk towards the bed when he grabbed her elbow and spun her around, her lips parted and her cheeks rosy from the cold, but the way he looked at her, how his hands curled into her narrow hips and pushed her back into the wall, that had head spreading throughout her body so fast, she thought she could burst into flames. "This..." she whispered, before closing the short distance between them and crushing their lips together. She didn't bother with gentle and slow, instead the kiss was hungry and full of need. Her hands dragged up the length of his back before curling around his neck, tugging him in closer to deepen the kiss.

You Know You Love the Way I Linger | Jagger+Ramona

Jagger shook his head, rolling his eyes at the memory. “How do you fall asleep during Harry Potter? Especially in the middle of the cinema. Surrounded by strangers.” He stuck out his lower lip in his famous puppy dog pout, tightening his grip around her all the same. “I don’t like being alone.” He whined, placing the filter between his lips and blowing the smoke out slowly away from her, letting it curl around him. “Even if you were just inside.” He leaned over and placed a kiss to her temple when she called him a beautiful boy, his lips forming a smile against her still warm skin. He placed the cigarette loosely between his lips again, curling his lips around the end to fight the smile threatening to push through his features. “Sounds like shit.” Jagger said, the smoke still sitting between his teeth. He took in another drag then held the cigarette between his fingers. “I woke up with perhaps my most favorite person in the world in my bed, I didn’t think I was going to work, but some tosser called in ‘sick’, so I had a bloody day shirt.” He rolled his eyes, finger quoting the word ‘sick’. “Came home, did nothing, starting watching Potter, and now you’re back.” He finished, smiling down at her and kissing the tip of her nose.

"I think it's the music honestly, plus it was midnight, and I honestly could not hold my own at that time of night, I was a total wuss. Besides, you're like super comfortable and you smell nice, I just couldn't help it." She let out a small laugh and leaned back into him further, soaking up his warmth. "I can practically hear your pout, so I guess it's a good thing I like you so much, cause I wouldn't do this for just anyone." She scrunched her nose up at him and stuck out her tongue, before her features relaxed once more. She listened to him talk, felt the hum that radiated through his chest as he spoke, his voice rich and velvety, warming her up from the inside. "Sounds like shit," she deadpanned, before breaking out into a smile and catching his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging on it lightly as her hands slipped up underneath his shirt, nails lightly scraping against his skin. "Are you done yet? Because, I would very much like to go back inside and kiss you until I can't breathe."

You Know You Love the Way I Linger | Jagger+Ramona

"The books are better than the movies in general, love." Jagger murmured, raking his fingers lightly across her scalp and through the ends of her hair. He rolled his eyes at her, lolling his head back until it hit the headboard. "I wouldn’t make you leave work early." So far, despite how often the two kissed, Jagger had been able to keep up with the deal that he’d established himself. No sex between them, though the agreement had become increasingly difficult for Jagger as time wore on. He always had to stop himself short, think of other things to prevent him from wanting to move things further. Ramona had told him that nothing he did could ruin what they had, but how could he be so sure? He wasn’t going to take any chances.

He hummed, gazing down at her with these thoughts in the back of his mind. He delicately lifted her off of him and onto the mattress, before standing from the bed and stretching his arms up high. He grabbed his Xbox controller from his bedside table, turning off the movie and console, before reaching for his cigarettes. He tucked one behind his ear, then looked to her on the bed. “I’m going to have a smoke outside if you want to join me.” He said, nodding his head towards the balcony. “Or, I’m not really giving you a choice. Come join me.” He grabbed his favorite blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around his shoulders, before pulling one of the double doors open, and waiting for her to follow before shutting it closed. He picked up his ashtray from the floor and set it on the corner of the railing, plucking up the lighter he also left outside and sparking the flame, before holding out his arm for her to come join him under the blanket. “C’mere, it’s cold.” Jagger wrapped one arm snuggly around her shoulders, tucking her into his side. “Tell me about your day.”

"Mmm, there's no denying that....although this movie has a special place in my heart. Even if I did fall asleep on your shoulder halfway through," she said with a laugh, the memory replaying in her mind, the fondness clear on her face. She breathed out an exaggerated, exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "You're so noble. It was dead the last three hours and I was going mad sitting there, praying a customer would walk through those doors. I would have welcomed the distraction, trust me." She brushed her thumb along his cheekbone, before stealing a quick kiss, humming softly against his lips before she was pulling away. She wondered how she was even able to deal with this, kissing him, being close to him like this; and never taking it further. She wanted to, she would think about it in those quiet moments she was alone and bringing herself to release.

She dug her teeth into her bottom lip as he lifted her off of him and set her down on the bed, marveling at his strength, even though she was tiny, it would have been easy for a lot of people to lift her. He did it with such delicacy though, as if he was afraid she might break if he pressed his fingers too hard against her skin. She cocked a brow as she looked up at him, and laughed when he decided to not give her any choice. She was grateful she had on thick socks, because it was freezing outside. She stepped out onto the balcony, her warms wrapping around her front as a shiver rippled through her small frame. "No shit it's cold, and you're dragging me out here," she teased, leaning into his side instantly, savoring the warmth from his body and the blanket. "Well, let's see, I woke up next to a beautiful boy, had to rush home to change my clothes and head into work. I was by myself all day, because my cashier called out, apparently she was sick, but I know she hates driving in the snow. Had about a handful of customers all day, my sister called to harass me and give me some sort of warning that I better not muck everything up, and then I came back to that beautiful boy I woke up next to." She glanced up at him and turned her body so that was face him completely, her arms wrapping around his waist as her face nuzzled in against his neck. "How was yours, babe?"

You Know You Love the Way I Linger | Jagger+Ramona

It was supposed to be Jagger’s day off. He’d planned on sleeping in as late as he could, order in some food that wasn’t good for his physique that he’d end up working off at the gym tomorrow, and maybe have a marathon of the Harry Potter films until Ramona undoubtedly came over. Things had been a bit tense between them for a week or so after their fight, culminating in Jagger getting pissed drunk and calling her over to come take care of him. He didn’t want a repeat of last time and, this time his brother wasn’t the problem. Of course, they’d worked things out but there was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that he’d never be worthy enough of her attention. Since then they’d fallen into a relaxing routine where she’d come over every night that she could, or if he had work he’d usually find her waiting for him once he got home, knackered and ready to fall asleep with Ramona in his arms.

Today, however, had been different. He was called in to take a day shift, which wasn’t so bad, but not many people rolled into the comfortable bar during the early hours. He’d only gotten home about two or three hours ago and immediately changed into his favorite pair of grey joggers and a black t-shirt, laying on top of his covers with his legs crossed at the ankles. Instead of having a marathon, he skipped straight to his favorite Potter film — The Prisoner of Azkaban — and Dumbledore was just relaying his cryptic message to Harry and Hermione when his bedroom door opened. He tore his eyes away from the screen, a smile lighting up his face when he saw Ramona. He reached out for her when she made her way onto his bed, pulling her close so she was facing him, her bottom half on the bed and her upper half resting on his chest. “Hey, babe.” He murmured, running his fingers through her hair. He pouted some, completely ignoring the TV in the background. “I’ve been home alone for the past couple of hours, I’ve been so bored.”

It kind of amazed her how easy it was to fall into these habits with Jagger. She had never felt so comfortable around another person, especially not a male, but it was so different with him. He was the only one she ever felt completely herself around, after knowing someone your whole life, it's not like you can keep anything from them really. It just felt...natural. From the way she fit into his arms, to how their lips molded together. It didn't matter how far away from England she was, each time she stepped through that door and curled up next to him, it was like coming home. Even on the days when he was still at work, she would just slip out of her clothes, pull on one of his large t-shirts and curl up in his bed, waiting for him to come home to her.

Today though, he was already there and waiting for her, looking so incredibly inviting, she just wanted to wrap herself up in him completely. She was clad in only a pair of tight skinny jeans and a loose fitting sweater, that was actually incredibly warm and comfortable, the nude cashmere soft to the touch. She smiled warmly at him, before it turned into a teasing grin. "You know this book is so much better than the movie," she murmured, remembering going to the cinema to see that very film together Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment as his fingers dragged through her long hair, a slight shiver working up her spine. she crawled closer so that she was in his lap, her body now completely flush with his. "You could have called, you know, I gave you the number to the store," she told him pointedly with a short laugh. "I would have definitely left sooner if you had."

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You Know You Love the Way I Linger | Jagger+Ramona

After three hours of pure silence at the boutique, Ramona had given up and decided to close up. It was far too cold for anyone to brave the snowy weather just to buy over priced designer clothing. She bundled up before rushing over to her car, turning it on and letting it warm up for a bit before pulling out of the barren parking lot. She found herself on the road to Jagger's, instead of her own home, which had become kind of a thing since they ran into each other on that fateful day in the mall. She wasn't sure if it was years of being away from him, or the fact that she was starting to feel things for Jagger she never thought she would. Or maybe it was just her suppressing them over the years, for fear of actually doing something that would make her lose him. Once you've actually lost someone though, or felt like you had for three years, the fear kind of dissipates, and you'd rather have them, as much of them as you can while you can, than lose the chance completely.

So there she was, driving slowly through the slight snow storm, making her way to the large house he shared with his friends. She finally made it after near a half hour, stopping to grab two hot chocolates on her way. She parked in the large driveway and managed to balance the drinks on her way up the front walk, her teeth working at her bottom lip as she tried to concentrate on not falling. She finally reached the door and let herself inside, because at this point, it was like she practically lived there, and no one really seemed to mind too much. She glanced around the first floor and didn't spot him, so after kicking off her snow boots and leaving them by the front door, she made her way up to his room, pushing the door open and carrying the drinks over to the bed to set them down on the side table. "Hey gorgeous," she said with a smile as she unzipped her coat and shrugged out of it, her tartan scarf following before she jumped up on the bed and kissed his lips softly in greeting.

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Say The Rest With No Sound // Jagger + Ramona

"Mhm, sure you couldn’t." Jagger murmured, closing his eyes again and lifting his hand to stifle a yawn. He applied a slight force when she kissed him, but pulled away, a bit uncomfortable with the idea when he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet. "Just fine?" He hummed, hand traveling down to meet hers, entwining their fingers and pulling it from his abdomen to his chest. He twisted so he was laying on his side, with his back to the window, then pulled so her backside was against his front. "Not long enough," he muttered, his voice deep and groggy from drowsiness. He placed a gentle, short kiss to her neck, just below her ear. "Go back to sleep."

She tried to hide the small laugh that sounded from her, but it was a fail, her body shaking slightly as she muffled the laugh against his neck. "I'm sorry, but you're proper fit, and I'm a randy little thing first thing in the morning," she teased, nipping at his bottom lip playfully before kissing him. "Well, I slept spectacularly in your arms, I'm just trying to play it cool here and not act like a dork." She settled back in against the pillows, arching her back and pressing her hips out slightly to fit in against him perfectly, pulling his arm around her tightly as her fingers stayed entwined with his. "Ugh, but I'm not tired, Cohen," she whined, her lip jutting out even if he couldn't see it.

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Say The Rest With No Sound // Jagger + Ramona

Jagger was the type to thoroughly enjoy sleeping in, when he could. He’d had a dreamless sleep, instead it felt like he’d just dozed off and suddenly he was being woken up again, well aware of the kisses Ramona was dotting along his face. He has the slightest of smiles on his face, quickly turning to a frown when her lips were gone. He was about to open his eyes and reach for her when he felt a kiss on his lower abdomen, followed by a few more until she was dangerously close to the hemline of his sweats. His hips involuntarily lifted a bit and he grabbed her and pulled her back up the bed. “Oh my god, don’t do that.” He said with a laugh, shielding an arm over the window to open his eyes and look at her. “How’d you sleep?”

A sharp pang of arousal hit her between her thighs as his hips rocked up off the bed, and for a second there, she wondered if she could get away with pulling his sweatpants down and pressing a kiss to his cock. She was pulled from those thoughts though when he reached out for her and pulled her back up his body, a soft laugh bubbling past her lips. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself," she murmured, kissing the hollow of his throat sweetly before finding his lips. "Mmm, fine, you," she mumbled against his lips before applying a little more pressure and kissing him soundly, her hand splayed out on the stretch of skin that still lay exposed, hoping she could at least get away with touching him there.

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Say The Rest With No Sound // Jagger + Ramona

Jagger blinked a few times, having to replay her words a few times over in his head to realize what she had said. “What?” He asked, putting on a smile and even letting a laugh slip from his lips. “You don’t need to apologize, Ramona. I wanted you to get mad at me, remember? I encouraged you slapping me.” He ran a hand soothingly up and down her arm, evening out his breathing, growing sleepy since he wasn’t very interested in a movie he’d seen hundreds of times. “You didn’t upset me.” He said, giving her a pointed look that she hoped understood wasn’t her fault. He readjusted his position a little bit, hugging her close to his body. “Let’s just go to sleep, okay?”