Summary: Dani is looking at her with a tenderness Jamie isnāt used to, something she isnāt equipped to handle. She knows how to be smooth, flirting, how to make a woman want her bad enough to relinquish all control to her. But itās a game, a carefully crafted game she learned how to play after years of trial and error.
There is no playing here, and the honesty in Daniās eyes is so disarming to leave Jamie completely vulnerable, at the mercy of feelings that run far too deep already, for the short time theyāve known each other.
(Or, what happens after the moonflower monologue.)
A/N: Hello everyone! So, this happened. What was meant to be a short one-shot about Dani and Jamieās first time is now a 10k beast that I poured. This is a new fandom for me, so many might not know me, but who does is familiar with my tendency to let my stories get away from me because of all the feelings I pour into them. Dani and Jamie have captured my heart, I havenāt been able to stop thinking about them since I finished the show and this is the result. I plan on writing more for them, possibly a series of prompts, but for now, I hope you enjoy this first story. If you read, Iād love to hear your thoughts/feelings!
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Jamie sees it coming the moment Daniās hands grip her jacket and her blue eyes lock with hers, lingering, before drifting down to her lips. And yet, she wasnāt expecting it.
Hoping it, yes. Imagining it, again and again since that first beautiful, disastrous kiss they had shared. Not expecting it, though. She wasnāt expecting anything from Dani when she had decided to take her to her secret place.
Even that choice had not originated with any real, romantic intent. There was nothing about her ugly past that Jamie believed could inspire a fit of romance or passion. But sharing it meant making herself vulnerable, baring her wounds and trusting Dani wouldnāt use them against her, or open new ones. She couldnāt think of a greater proof of commitment, the wild throbbing of her heart in her chest as she set about starting her tale a reminder of how far gone she was already, too far gone to pretend she didnāt care.
It was too late to not be hurt, too late to guard her heart, like she had learned to do after years of misplacing her trust and being on the receiving end of the worst people had to offer. The moment they had stepped into the clearing Jamie had known that a rejection would burn her worse than the scalding water that had scarred her skin forever.
And even knowing it, she would ask nothing of Dani. Nothing, if not to listen and stop punishing herself.
But Dani doesnāt just listen. She grabs her and kisses her and when she pulls back, there is no anguish on her face, no fear to startle her away and leave Jamie alone to wonder what it was that she did wrong. Dani just smiles, sighing against Jamieās lips and resting her forehead against Jamieās, and in that tiny, banal gesture of affection, Jamie feels months of painful, exhausting tension melt away from Daniās body.
Then, her mouth is on Jamieās again, hot and open and craving, and there is only relief.
They stand in the drizzle until every part of their bodies that isnāt pressed together is chilling and shivering, but Daniās lips glide against hers and her tongue is in her mouth and Jamie would gladly Ā get sick in the cold if it meant never pulling away from Dani. She isnāt sure how she is supposed to do it when Dani is whimpering into her mouth and scratching at the back of her neck to tug her closer, closer than physically possible.
She forces herself to finally break the kiss when Daniās hand grasps the fabric of her shirt and untucks it from her pants.
āWait,ā she huffs out with a small laugh. Dani immediately pulls her hands away and stumbles back, panting heavily.
āSorry, Iām sorry.ā
Her lips are parted and flushed, her gaze dark, black pupils with a clear, blue ring surrounding them. She is trembling, in the same way Jamie knows she is too, the strain of keeping from falling into each otherās arms again. She is the prettiest thing Jamie has ever seen, ever touched.
āIām sorry,ā Dani babbles again. āThat- that wasnāt right. I didnāt ask, I should have. Maybe youāre stillāā
Jamie cups her face and shuts her up with a deep kiss, lingering against Daniās lips until she feels her melt against her body.
āRelax,ā she says with a smile after pulling away again. āYou did nothing wrong. Thought it was pretty clear that Iām on board with this.ā She traces Daniās cheek with her thumb, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the way Dani leans into her touch. āDefinitely on board,ā she whispers.
āI know I messed things up last time,ā Dani says. Her hand clutches at Jamieās jacket, gripping the fabric like she is afraid Jamie is going to slip away from her. āBut I like you. I really do. And the thing that was holding me back, Iāā She frowns, shaking her head as if trying to forcefully shove a thought out of her mind. Her eyes brim with determination when she sets them on Jamie again. āI donāt know if itās gone, but I want it to be. I donāt want it to stop me anymore.ā
Even in the biting chill of the night air, Jamie feels a warmth settle deep in her chest. The dark shelters her, enables the heat to rise to her cheeks and ears unseen.
She is stuck on those words like a kid dealing with her first crush. For once, she lets herself bask in that child-like excitement. It was denied to her when she was actually a kid, and as she grew up, she quickly learned to deny it to herself.
There is none of that worry now, none of that restraint. There is just Dani, looking at her with her bright eyes glimmering in the moonlight. They speak the truth of what she told Jamie even more than her words did.
She smiles. Cannot do otherwise. She lets the smile stretch across her face without doing anything to stifle it, and when Dani smiles back at her, Jamie leans in and kisses her again. Itās soft this time, unhurried, like the happiness she feels growing deep within her, the type of serene happiness that threatens to take root.
āLetās head back,ā she whispers against Daniās lips. A low chuckle rumbles at the back of her throat with the small frown that appears on Daniās face. She nods at the clearing around them. āNothing sexy about hypothermia.ā
The crease on her forehead disappears and Dani laughs. Itās gentle, like she is.
They walk back with their hands intertwined, stopping more often than not to kiss and kiss again. Every time Jamie indulges, she means to do so quickly, but every single time she yields to the pull of Daniās mouth.
Her lips are tingling by the time they are back to the manor. The imposing shape of the building re-appears through the mist much sooner than Jamie would have liked, and the most greedy, hungry part of her demands she slows them down, press Dani against a tree, against the bonnet of her car even, and set both ablaze with her hands and mouth on every inch of soft skin she can reach.
She forcefully silences that part, locks it down and accepts the deep, aching throb that builds at the pit of her stomach as a result.
It only grows more intense once they stand by the front door. Jamie stuffs her hands in her pockets, fidgeting awkwardly as Dani fiddles with the keys and opens the huge door. Heat seeps through from the inside, cosy and inviting, making what Jamie resolved to do only more difficult.
āI shouldā¦ I should go,ā she says weakly. There isnāt an ounce of conviction in her voice. āLet you rest and all.ā
Daniās lovely smile wavers and dies down, replaced by a sad expression that immediately makes Jamie regret her words.
āOh,ā Dani whispers, her voice dripping disappointment. āYou want to go?ā
āSāthe last thing I want, really. I just, uhā¦ā Jamie lets out a nervous chuckle, shaking her head. She fixes her eyes on the tip of her shoe. It takes her a moment to build enough courage to look up and meet Daniās gaze. āDonāt wanna ruin things.ā
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