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ooc: the captions. i caaaaaan’t. i had the ugliest laugh over the piano one.

quinn taught him how to play chopsticks and her forgot. this is just not his thing. smh.

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Good thing someone told me to come pick up those cupcakes before I left, instead of taking them for themselves. Thank you, Rachel.

Sorry, I had to drop things off quickly before I left this morning. I'm glad you got them.

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fortysecondstjames replied to your post: Script Notes | 06.10.14

ooc: OMG CRYING.

Me too, tbh. But I've been crying all day and I cry all the time so that shouldn't really be a surprise at all. 

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fortysecondstjames replied to your post:Just how many shirts of mine do you have? There's a noticeable dent in my wardrobe...

Fair enough… how many DON’T you have?

A cursory inspection of your closet will give you that answer, my love. 

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The Burrito Summit

Tagging → Jesse St. James, Sugar Motta, Finn Hudson, Quinn Fabray, Noah Puckerman Time Frame → Thursday Evening, May 22, 2014 Location → El Campesino General Notes → Just these fools being cute/doing the most. (St. Fabmotta is the cute and Pinn is the most.)

Finn

 didn't realize that a simple message would end up with a whole bunch of them going out, but it didn't matter. He was getting a burrito, and since Jesse was footing the bill, he was going to get chicken 

and

 steak. Throwing on a hoodie, he met up with the rest of the group by Our Lady's front gate. "Hey, guys."

Puck "About time," Puck said as Finn finally appeared, lifting the arm he had slung over Quinn's shoulder to punch Hudson in the shoulder. "You almost made us miss another bus."

Quinn "I mean, we could always walk. It'd probably take a lot less time that waiting on the bus." Quinn wrinkled her nose. "As hot as it is, we'd probably encounter a few of Marion's unwashed citizens."

Finn rubbed his shoulder where Puck had punched him. He spoke up, tired of the group just standing around. "I don't care if we walk, take the bus, or row ourselves to shore. Can we just start making our way over there?"

Jesse pulled out a chair for Sugar at El Campesino. He hadn't been fully prepared for their dinner date to become a group outing, but the company could have been worse. "I didn't realize burritos were going to be so popular today," he said, rounding the table to take a seat across from her, "I mean, it's Thursday. But there's not much else to get into tonight, I guess."

Sugar sat her bag on the back of her chair as she settled in her seat, crossing her legs beneath the table and leaning on the surface of it. She didn't mind the slight change in their plans, glad to spend time with their mutual friends. "I think food is just good for rousing people. You could have probably offered any meal at all. Besides, any reason to get off campus is a good one."

Quinn snorted with laughter as she grabbed Puck's hand and tugged him through the main gate and down the sidewalk, heading towards town. "Alright, Teddy. You'll get your food. El Campesino isn't too far a walk."

Puck swung his and Quinn's joined hands playfully as they all walked towards town. "Does anyone else have the image of the Sheriff in a canoe rowing down Main Street?"

Jesse nodded in agreement, then laughed, "Except I didn't offer a meal. You cashed in on my promise and it became it's own thing." Inspecting the various sauces on the table, he shrugged and looked at her again. "It's cool. It'll be a good time, seeing people away from school. It's getting to a point where every day counts, being so close to the end of the semester."

Quinn gave Puck a strange look when they reached the crosswalk. "Wait..what? Sheriff? What the hell are you talking about?"

Puck "You have your kinky nicknames for Hudson and I have mine."

Sugar "Next time, I'll ask for the things I'm owed in private. But I don't mind sharing you." She idly reached over the table to claim Jesse's fingers and fiddle with the digits, tapping the pads of hers against his. "We've only got a few weeks left here, so we should make the most of it. Everyone will be running off in their different directions soon so I'm just fine with seeing the people I'll actually miss as much as I can."

Quinn furrowed her brow. "Finn is Sheriff? What kind of homoerotic shenanigans do you two get into while I'm away? Are you the cowboy or the policeman?"

Puck laughed and smacked a kiss into her neck, muttering, "I'm what that toy you hide in your purse under all the cookies does. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz."​

Quinn scowled and slipped her hand from his grasp, moving quickly to pinch the softest, squishiest part of his lower back before skipping down the street towards the restaurant sign.

Puck collapsed against Finn immediately. "Oww! OWW!!!"

Finn pushed Puck off him immediately, "Get off! You're heavy as fuck, dude!"

Puck fell to the ground, defeated.

Quinn turned around when she heard the thud and shook her head. "Will you get up? There are burritos waiting for us. I will leave your dramatic ass in the street for bottomless tortilla chips."

Finn stepped over Puck and with his long strides, he was able to catch up with Quinn. "I know her pinches are painful but c'mon, Puck. There are burritos. Free ones."

Puck pushed himself up from the ground and dusted himself off. Then, after not so subtly adjusting himself in his tight jeans, he put his chin up and strode after the others, ignoring them haughtily.

Jesse smiled, nodding again. "That's the best thing to do. It's weird, and a relief, that we'll be out of here soon." With a glance over her shoulder, he caught sight of familiar faces coming through the door of the restaurant. "There they are."

Sugar hummed her agreement, glancing up to see their friends entering. She waved a hand, alerting them to she and Jesse's table.

Quinn pushed open the front door, thankful for the cool air that greeted them, smiling when she spotted Jesse and Sugar. "Hello lovebirds!" Quinn settled into an empty seat with a grateful sigh. "That was an epic and dramatic journey with these two."

Sugar flashed a smile at Quinn, eyebrows raising at her two companions. "It's a short walk from school. How did they manage to cause trouble?"

Finn sat down, removing his hoodie. "Hey, I didn't do anything. Its Puck who was flailing around on the ground."

Jesse raised an eyebrow, his mouth lifting into a smirk. "Flailing on the ground?"

Puck took his place between Quinn and Finn and shook his head. "I don't flail. I've never flailed... flawed... whatever. Shut up." He kicked Finn's seat, then Jesse's and then pouted. "Where's my menu?"

Quinn shook her head, but eventually returned Sugar's smile. "It was all rather ridiculous, but thankfully I'm here and it smells delicious. So stuffing that one full of food so he'll stop pouting sounds great."

Sugar laughed softly, passing out the menus sitting beneath the one she was absently browsing. "If food stops the pouting, I'm going to suggest filling up." She smirked when she handed Finn his menu, adding, "And there are certain people at this table who I know will cause a scene over something to eat."

Finn took the menu, although he didn't need it. He had been at El Campesino so many times, they'd probably name a dish after him. Looking up, he saw Sugar smirking at him. "I mean, I'm hungry... but I wouldn't cause a scene, really.."

Puck glared at Quinn until he got his menu and then he glared at the menu, only pausing to snort at Finn saying he wouldn't cause a scene. "What if they said they were out of guac. Then what would you do?"

Quinn shook off Puck's glare, blowing him a kiss before browsing the menu. "If there wasn't guacamole, he'd pout so hard. We already know this. The pair of you are both pouters."

Puck "I don't pout," Puck said indignantly with a jut of his lip.

Finn shrugged. "It'd suck, but I'd just asked for extra queso. Or extra pico. Or extra meat. Or maybe all three."

Sugar had already picked out what she wanted, and let her menu settle on the table. "You can't argue against pouting while pouting. That doesn't work."

Quinn laughed. "Sugar Pop, it's no use. He's so damn stubborn. And of course the other one would get extras. Such a Teddy thing to do." Their server appeared and Quinn greeted the man with a smile, especially since he arrived with chips and salsa. After rattling off the order for her burrito, she busied herself with the chips with a happy hum.

Puck "I'm not pouting! Quinn!" he whined, dropping his head on his girlfriend's shoulder and raising his menu up so no one could see his face.

Finn smiled wide, glad that their waiter had arrived. "Uh, can I can a chicken and steak burrito, but instead of using just a regular tortilla, can you use a quesadilla? And I'd love extra guacamole. Thanks."

Sugar shook her head at Puck, easing into another laugh. After waiting for Jesse to finish his order, she passed her menu back to their server, ordering a chicken burrito for herself and nachos to share. "A burrito wrapped in a quesadilla? Is that a thing?"

Puck While the uncertain waiter tried to assure Sugar that it maybe could be a thing(?), Puck dropped his menu and interjected, "Well, I want the same thing. With the quesadilla and everything. Except for the chicken. Give me extra steak instead."

Jesse ordered his burrito with extra guacamole and handed over his menu. "Quesadilla-wrapped burritos? Innovative. Going all out tonight, I see."

Quinn sighed because their server already seemed overwhelmed, but he nodded at the changes, scribbling them down before walking away. "Apparently this is a thing and I'm shaking my head. Who the hell thinks to put a burrito in a quesadilla? It sounds impossible to eat without being messy."

Puck "I like being messy when I eat," Puck said, making eyes at his girlfriend.

Finn took a sip of his coke, "I don't know who came up with it, but they are a genius. Plus if it ain't messy, I don't want to eat it."

Sugar crunched into a tortilla chip, chewing and swallowing the bite before she spoke. "I'm not surprised that you're up on all the latest and greatest discoveries in the food world. Is there a magazine for that? A 'Fat Kid Weekly' perhaps?"

Quinn side-eyed Puck and considered pinching him but saved her energy for chips instead. She chuckled at Sugar, hiding her giggles in a napkin. "Fat Kid Weekly sounds about right. All that food porn he reblogs."

Finn reached over to grab some chips. "Yes, that's it. And they send free samples."

Jesse reached for a chip, dunking it in salsa before taking a bite. "Do you write reviews for them, too?" He ate the rest of the chip, then held a hand out, pretending to write on his palm. "Tried the fish tacos from Vinny's food truck today. I thought they were too salty at first bite, but I had to eat three more to make sure. Three and a half out of five stars."

Sugar giggled, taking a sip of her water to keep herself from choking. Eventually, she buried her laughter in Jesse's shoulder, unable to immediately stop her show of amusement.

Puck snorted from where he was slouched in his seat, Jesse's assessment both hilarious and accurate in his eyes.

Quinn "So rude. But so damn accurate." Quinn scowled at Finn's large hands grabbing at the chips and she resisted the urge to slap them away. "You and your bear paws need to save some for the rest of us."

Finn rolled his eyes at Jesse and continued to chomp on the chips and salsa. "Why? These are bottomless. That's the best thing about going to a restaurant. The bowl gets empty, and our lovely waiter fills it back up again."

Puck "That dude's not coming back over here anytime soon. Not with you looking like you'd bite off his hand for some chunky salsa," Puck said, reaching under the table to absently draw circles on Quinn's thigh. "I'm fucking starving, though. I know we just ordered and you guys know that I'm not one to usually complain, but oh my God, where's my burrito?"

Quinn nodded. "Exactly. You, with your extravagant burrito behemoth requests." She wiggled under Puck's hands and laughed at his typical diva reaction. "Just eat the chips, precious. Seriously. Before BJ and the Bear over there takes out the entire bowl. You ordered a special, so I'd imagine it's going to take a minute for them to construct the monstrosity."

Sugar finally calmed her giggles. "Just because they're bottomless, that doesn't mean you've got to try to eat every chip they've got in the building. Save room for the monstrosity you ordered." Puck's complaints amused her but she bit back her laughter this time. "If you're not one to complain, I don't think I know you at all. Are you even Puck?"

Puck "No one even understands that reference," he teased Quinn, following her with his fingers when she tried to wiggle around. He laughed at Sugar, too. "Who knows. Maybe Puck never existed at all."

Finn pouted, pulling his hand back from the chips basket. But his pout didn't last long as he saw the waiter come by with food, only to bypass their table and serve the group behind them.

Jesse noticed the fall of the other boy's face and shook his head with a laugh. "Dude, it's been like five minutes. Eat the chips. No one is judging you," he pushed the bowl closer to Finn's side of the table, "Except everyone. Just own it."

Quinn slapped playfully at Puck's hand. "It was a damn good reference. Look it up and be cultured." Before Finn could steal the bowl, Quinn reached for it, snatching it closer to her end and sliding the salsa over as well. "I haven't eaten much today and he has that big ass burritodilla to look forward to. I need the sustenance more." Satisfied with her reasoning, she happily dug into her chips.

Finn tried to mend the emptiness in his stomach with more chips but the bowl was even further out of reach. Rolling his eyes, he leaned over Puckand grabbed a handful anyway. "Its quesarito, Quinn. Get it right. Plus I haven't eaten much past breakfast and my pre lunch snack so I'm starving."

Puck watched Finn's hand reach across him with wide eyes, full of shock at the action. He took food that was in front of Quinn. He reached over into the bowl she claimed as her own, put his hands in it and took the chips. Puck's mouth fell open and he pushed his chair back, not wanting to get between Quinn's reaction and Finn's face.

Quinn watched Finn's ginormous bear paw reach into the bowl, ignoring his paltry excuses of second lunch or whatever it was he was whining about. With a scowl she leaned over and smacked the chips out of his hand, shifting back to her seat before they hit the floor. Scooting further away, she barely registered Finn's reaction, placing the bowl in her lap and pushing her chair further against the table.

Finn Shocked doesn't even cover how he felt as the chips were smacked out of his hands. He glanced down at the chips that had fallen, sad that he couldn't eat them. He looked up, and seeing their waiter walk past again, he called out to him. "Hey, sorry. Can we get another bowl of chips for the table? One isn't enough."

Quinn was far too happy, enjoying her chips but she nodded at Finn's request to the waiter. "Good job, Finnegan. I'll let you live...for now. But seriously, where the hell is our food?"

Jesse tore his attention away from playing with Sugar's fingers to the table to their right that had just gotten their food despite arriving afterwards. "It was probably the quesadilla-wrapped burritos. No one knows what to make of that. It's too progressive for this town." He frowned, "But seriously, they could have at least brought more chips to our table first."

Puck "Is it really complicated though?" asked Puck after he moved back to the table now that it was supposedly safe. He hung an arm across the back of Quinn's chair and twirled the ends of her hair absently. "They could really just stick extra cheese anywhere and I'd be good. They could bring the cheese separate on a plate if they wanted, honestly. I don't need them back there sweating over my food like it's brain surgery."

Finn looked over his shoulder, watching the waiter bypass them again to serve another table. "Seriously. I mean, if they need help, I could go back there and tell them how it’s made."

Quinn leaned into Puck while crunching through a handful of chips. "Ugh. I'm about to get up and just get a slice from down the street. This is just ridiculous." Thankfully, the heavens opened up and their waiter arrived with two large trays and Quinn bounced happily. "Oh dear god. Finally."

Sugar stole a chip from Quinn's bowl, offering a kiss on the cheek in return and dusting off her fingers just as their waiter arrived. The man seemed proud as he sat down Finn and Puck's orders and apologized for the wait while claiming that the mechanics of quesadilla-wrapped burritos were a new concept for the cooks. "Of course that was the holdup," she sighed, "I hope those things are actually worth the ridiculous wait."

Puck shook his head as he watched Sugar's power play with Quinn's chips; making a mockery of everything. He kissed Quinn's other cheek because he could and because he owed her one for the bouncing and then he ignored everything was said afterwards when his beautiful monstrosity of a meal was placed in front of him.

Finn moved the chips, salsa, cutlery, or anything else that was placed in front of him so that he could make room for the large platter the culinary masterpiece was resting on. Grabbing the quesarito with both hands, he didn't even bother replying to Sugar because his mouth was full of deliciousness.

Quinn accepted Sugar's kiss and simply rolled her eyes at Puck, though she couldn't hide the faint blush when she pulled away. While her burritos weren't the size of a small country like the behemoths Puck and Finn ordered, they were sizable and she took that as a challenge. Chips on the table, Quinn grabbed a napkin, placing it in her lap as she took a deep breath, already hype to tackle the chicken burrito. It might've been the hunger talking, but the first bite was heavenly.

Sugar was amused when she noticed how quiet everyone became when their food arrived, their focus switching to the plates placed in front of them. But she couldn't even bring herself to comment on the absence of conversation, too busy using her knife and fork to cut down her burrito into chunks that she could eat with a utensil.

Jesse smiled over at the display of affection thrown Quinn's way by her boyfriend and his girlfriend, a quiet laugh pushing out before he noticed the waiter returning to the table. He was last to receive his plate, silently passing judgment on each presentation of food while making a point to not look too impatient. The overstuffed burrito was about as big as the plate, and he couldn't wait to tear into it, bypassing the silverware to pick up the steak-filled dish and take a huge bite.

Puck settled into eating his burrito and the comfortable silence that came with an entire table satisfied with their food. Without a thought, he was leaning into Quinn's side and nodding every time he met anyone's eyes over their plate.

Finn scooped up the pieces of meat that had fallen out of the burrito with his chips and enjoyed the taste. He was the first to break the silence, his mouth half full of delicious quesarito goodness. "Can someone please pass the tabasco?"

Quinn wrinkled her nose at Finn's table manners but pushed the bottle towards him. She was barely halfway through her burrito and decided that was good enough for now. "Yeah, I think I'm just going to box up the rest." Leaning back, she stretched her legs and settled for randomly poking Puck's side.

Puck "You're not committed to the cause," he said after coming back down from his poke flinch. He shook the half of a behemoth he still had secure with both hands and looked at her with pity. "I'm gonna order another one to box up."

Finn nodded his thanks to Quinn as he dashed a couple splashes of hot sauce on his burrito. His eyes lit up as Puck suggested taking another one to go. "Shit, man. I'm gonna do that to. And another order of chips. Like these are really good."

Quinn shrugged. "I'm absolutely committed. I just enjoy taking my time. But you two...I'm not even sure where all this food goes anymore. You need to see help, the pair of you."

Finn shrugged, "We're growing people. Plus when the food's free..." He gave Jesse a wink before turning to flash Puck a smirk. ".. You feel hungrier, am I right, man?"

Puck "Mmmmhntrnhtnsfntrh," Puck agreed as he took a bite.

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fortysecondstjames replied to your post: I may be spending a little too much t...

Gorgeous as usual.

That's enough out of you, too. 

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I don’t know what’s happening anymore.

So what's it gonna be, Shirley Temple? Burritos or nah?

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The Golden Rule | St. Motta

Tagging →  Sugar Motta & Jesse St. James Time Frame →  After Finn's Birthday Party || 05.11.14 Location → Walton Library || Our Lady of Peace Campus General Notes → Save a horse...

Jesse tucked the key to the library back into his pocket, pushing the door open enough for he and Sugar to slip through. Getting stuck with library duty over the past few semesters did have its perks, like getting access to the keys long enough to pass them off to someone and have copies made before Lizard had to lock up again. The couple had freedom to roam the aisles of books, but high off of the energy of Finn's birthday party and doused completely with hours-worth of prompted lust, there was only one place they wanted to be. The route to the small office space had not been forgotten, all too familiar to the pair with echoes of past rendezvous bouncing off the walls. Unmarked, that door was never locked. Jesse twisted the knob, holding the door open for an impeccably-dressed Sugar. With a tip of his hat, he spoke in his best cowboy drawl, "After you, little lady."

Sugar was usually sure to steer clear of the library during weekends. Saturday nights especially, when the last thing she wanted to do was spend her time surrounded by books and a stuffy, cat-loving librarian. Admittedly, she wasn't as adamant about that particular conviction as she skipped through the dark space with her boyfriend, holding her lace skirt with one hand to keep it from dragging and maintaining a good grip on Jesse's hand with the other, only letting go when they reached the secluded room they hadn't shared in almost a year. Hearing Jesse let out his inner cowboy, she smiled, walking through the door and turning around to tug him in after her. "Have I told you how good of a cowboy you make, baby?" Gloved hands pushed up his arms, coming to wrap around his neck as she pulled him closer to her.

Jesse let the door close behind them as Sugar reeled him in, the coasting of her hands up his arms blazing a trail all their own. He took a step toward her when slender arms locked around him, and smirked, "You did," he said quietly, tilting his head back to relieve his eyes from the shadow cast by the brim of the hat on his head. And to keep himself from kissing her. For now. "A few times between all of that awful teasing. You weren't trying to be good at all." He was okay with that, but those words went unsaid as they moved farther into the room. Everything was still as it was before--the couch they'd hardly used was lonely against the wall next to bookcases of equally lonely, forgotten shelves of books. Jesse turned on a floor lamp, setting the room in a warm glow. Their favorite desk at the back of the room had seen plenty of use many months ago. "Go sit up there," Jesse instructed authoritatively, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans. "I've got some questions."

Sugar smiled sweetly beneath eyebrows raised in a fleeting show of faux innocence. She knew she'd been terrible about teasing Jesse all night, inviting him to do a lot more than spank her. But once he showed her the golden ruler settled in his holster, she could think of no other course of action. In her mind, he started it all. "I'm always good, Teddy," she insisted, untying the bandana from around his neck and letting it drop to the floor so that she could press a gentle kiss just beneath his jaw. "I've never heard a single complaint out of you..." She was eager to take him in, and reluctant to part from him, but she followed his directions, unable to resist the deep rumble of his voice. A trail of fabric swayed around her as she moved to the desk, lifting herself onto it with ease and crossing toned legs to let the material covering sun brushed thighs to rise higher. Lifting first her left then her right hand to tug off the black evening gloves she wore, she studied him with dark eyes. "What have you got to ask me, sir?"

Jesse 's lips pursed with an upward curve as her kiss touched his skin. "Always good," he repeated sarcastically, "Remind me again what you wanted me to do in the chapel? I've got nothing to complain about, and even if I did, naughtiness wouldn't be where I'd start. Unless it was that there wasn't enough of it... but we both know that isn't anywhere near being the case." His attraction showed as it always did, blue eyes watching her form as she sauntered to the desk as poised as ever, looking every bit of old Hollywood glam. Fitting. "Miss Sugar Sweetheart Motta..." Jesse began, starting to pace in front of her. "I'll start you off easy. Word is you've got the slickest tongue in these parts, and it was in full effect tonight. It's no secret you go looking for trouble, but making use of your talents in the middle of a crowded room is downright cruel. In some cases, it's punishable by law." Pausing, Jesse pointed to himself. "Do you regret the things you've said and done this evening?"

Sugar "I said that I wanted you to fuck me in the chapel. But most anything can slip out when I'm in the moment." Jesse was right, she certainly had no unfulfilled desires when it came to their sexual relationship. Anything she asked for, he gladly gave her, no matter how naughty. The curve of her lips rose higher as she watched Jesse moving around in the dim light, but she quickly straightened her smile, remembering to play the part of someone being interrogated. "I don't regret a thing, Sheriff St. James," she stated simply, stretching out a hand to look over perfectly polished fingers and feign disinterest. "Did you honestly expect me to be on my best behavior tonight? With such a big audience, I only wanted to see how far I'd have to go before you pulled me out of the party. Sadly, you were slower about that than I'd thought you'd be. But I suppose you don't know how slick I really am."

Jesse nodded solemnly, clasping his hands behind his back. "Of course you have no regrets. Your offenses could fit on a mile-long rap sheet. Some would find that impressive." He came to a stop in front of her, shaking his head. "No, I didn't. It'd go against your M.O. I wanted to see just how far you'd go, but it seems you're limitless." Jesse's gaze traveled up the slope of her legs. "How slick are y--" He cut himself short. "You're doing it again." Sending her a stern look, he stepped forward, placing his hands on the edge of tabletop at her sides. "We take crimes like this very seriously, Miss Motta. Understand that? I haven't even touched on the gratuitous groping." In a flash, he gave her a smirk that disappeared as quickly as his wink. "Those wandering hands of yours could use some controlling."

Sugar made of show of uncrossing her legs, pressing her thighs together as she shifted the position of her left and right legs. The tip of her pump rubbed against Jesse's leg when he came close, and she sat up straighter, welcoming him into her space. "I'm not doing anything at all. Your mind must be hard at work." It was difficult, but Sugar kept herself from letting out the laugh bubbling in the back of her throat. She was incredibly guilty of the groping, small hands actively resisting the urge to touch him again when he was close enough. "I don't think I understand... I thought you liked it when I touched you. The way you let those little moans slip out..." she shrugged, passing her tongue over lips that had lost the tint of dark lipstick long ago while she passed her fingers over the rounded buckle of his belt, "I figured you enjoyed it as much as I did. If you controlled my hands, who would make you moan, Teddy--I mean, Sheriff? I don't think I can let anyone else have that job."

Jesse eyed her pointedly. "It's all in my mind? Just what would have happened had I pulled you out of that party? Would we have gone to town and chatted over coffee? I don't think that's what you meant. Your intentions were clear." She'd certainly had her way with him at the party. As much as she could considering the environment, finding dark corners he wouldn't have noticed before they were shrouded in it, simultaneously avoiding drawing attention to themselves while doing everything that would have brought on blatant looks of interest. Sugar had easily gotten her moans. "It feels nice. Really nice... I like it, but it puts me in quite the compromising position." Skimming over the wooden surface of the desk, Jesse's hands came to rest on the curve of her hips. "You have a point, Sweetheart, but I know for a fact you can get very creative. You'd find a way, I'm sure of it." A tug on his belt brought out another smirk along with a lift of his brow. "Maybe I don't want anyone else to have that job, but who says it's yours to give or take away, huh?" His mouth hovered inches above hers by now, far enough away to tease, but too close to resist and before long he'd kissed her, wasting no time on gentle. "This doesn't change anything," he sighed between bruising presses of his lips. "There's retribution for your actions."

Sugar grinned, a slow easy smile that rid her of any of the innocence she tried to wear. "I don't have to fill in those blanks for you. If we would have left earlier, I would have made good on all my teasing. We both know I'm good for it." Once more, she parted her legs, spreading them and leaning into the grip Jesse had around her waist. "I like having you in all sorts of positions. And that job is completely mine. Because you're mine, and no one else can make you moan like I do. I don't even plan on giving anyone else a chance to try." She anticipated his kiss, head tilted up to meet the press of his lips and her own plump pout parted to claim the heady tastes of him that were so much better when she could have as much as she wanted without interruption. Purring into the kiss, she pulled him closer, simultaneously moving herself toward the edge of the desk just so that she could press against him. "What are you going to do me?" she asked, her question slipping out on the heels of a wanton moan. "I'm yours, Teddy...all yours."

Jesse was none too short on fondness for Sugar's selfish claim on him, the entitled sentiment stirring up something fierce within that burned for her alone. Their game hadn't been forgotten as a searching hand trailed down an uncovered leg at the girl's purr, holding her knee at his side. "You're getting a lash for each..." his kiss was slow but short, "and every time you toyed with me at the party." Reaching for his holster, Jesse pulled out the ruler he'd spoken of earlier that night, flipping it over on his palm. "Or until you ask me to stop. Whichever comes first. And my list is long."

Sugar had barely settled her hand along the nape of Jesse's neck to deepen the press of their lips before he was inching back again. She almost missed the tail end of his words, far too focused on getting as much of him as her current position allowed. But when the promise registered, she bit her lip to quell an excited smile. "Have I already mentioned that I don't regret a thing? At this point, you're just making me proud of my behavior, Sheriff." Small fingers flicked over the buckle on his belt before curving and wandering lower, teasingly pressing against the denim below his waist as she spoke. "Where should I bend over for you?"

Jesse licked his lips, feeling himself stiffen at her touch. "If you're happy, I'm happy... and that's another one." He tapped the ruler against his hand sharply. After removing his hat, Jesse tossed it to the couch before raking through his hair with a free hand, humming thoughtfully. He took stock of the room: the desk, the couch, the bookshelves. The shelves. Taking her hand, he helped Sugar down from the desk then let go, stretching a finger toward one of the floor-to-ceiling bookcases beside the couch. "Over there," he commanded. "Make yourself comfortable."

Sugar was glad to earn another swat, "I'm absolutely ecstatic." She watched curiously as Jesse moved around the space, pressing her thighs together to quell the faint throb just observing him caused. Slipping from the desk, she moved in the direction he pointed, her heels padding quietly over the carpet in deliberate steps that gave her hips a rocking switch. While she walked, she unclipped the corsage from the shoulder of her top, sending the accessory to the floor before she curved her body forward to reach one of the middle shelves. With a few gentle swipes, she brushed the handful of books settled there out of her way then pressed her palms to the ledge. Ass in the air, she looked over her shoulder at Jesse, "This work?"

Jesse pulled in his smile as she walked away from him, finding no other use for his hands other than spinning the ruler between his fingertips until she got settled. "That should be another one for littering," he joked, picking up the oversized flower from the floor and dropping it again. Loosening the leather belt of the holster, Jesse removed it and tossed it aside before unbuttoning his vest, then moved to stand behind her. "That's perfect, love..." he said softly, smoothing a caress over the curve of her back. Dropping to a crouch, Jesse held the ruler between his teeth and lifted the lace fabric of his girlfriend's skirt high on her legs. He pulled until the material was cascading over the sides of her waist, and gave her ass a preliminary pat before standing up again. "Do you have anything else to say, Sweetheart?" he asked, the returned bite in his tone contrasting the way he continued to gingerly pass his touch over her backside. "Now is the time."

Sugar 's shiver was involuntary, caused by the gentle hum of Jesse's voice that was just as soft and measured as his touch. Feeling her skirt rise, she pushed her ass farther out, breathing a giggle at the light tap against her bottom, barely shielded by black lace panties that simply weren't meant to contain all of her well-curved backside. "I get last words, hmm?" she asked, an arched brow raising in thought. "I've just got one thing to say,..." she parted her legs, steadying herself and giving yet another push of her ass into his hands. "I'm going to fuck you on that desk as soon as we're done here, Teddy." Her promise was quiet but firm. "I'm going to remind you that no one else can have you like I do."

Jesse 's reaction to her vow was immediate; he shifted uncomfortably as his jeans seemed too tight and, for a split second, he considered blowing past the foreplay to turn over the reins. "I see..." With a slight lean forward, he slid a hand over the warmth between her thighs. "That sounds like a guarantee. And downright filthy." Jesse pulled back one end of the ruler with his thumb and released it to smack soundly against her ass. "Weren't we just talking about that mouth of yours, Sugarbaby? Hmm?" Popping the other cheek with the ruler, he pressed against her backside. "You're holding on tight to that Slickest Tongue title..." he said close to her ear, before righting himself and delivering three more licks of gold.

Sugar sighed at the feeling of Jesse's fingers pressing to her panties, biting back a moan that pushed itself out on the heels of a sharp gasp when the thin object he wielded smacked against her skin. "I can't help myself," she confessed, all of her arching toward the heat that radiated from him. "When I get around you I just--" Another moan slipped out--slow and easy and temporarily ridding her of her snark as her fingers pressed into the wood of the shelf. Her responses were in her body now, found in the deep clench at the apex of her thighs and the shaking buckle of one of her knees.

Jesse "You just what?" Jesse asked with a backhanded swat. "Sounds to me like I'm getting partial blame for your behavior," he teased. In a swift, careless motion, he jerked her lacy underwear down to her knees. "You wouldn't do that to a Sheriff, would you?" He could tell she was enjoying it before he even caught a clear glimpse of her wet heat, and she wasn't the only one unable to control her desire. Slipping a hand between her legs again, he brushed his index finger through her juices and brought it to his lips. "Would you, Sug?"

Sugar 's jaw clenched, and she swallowed hard, pushing against the shelf to keep herself from leaning too far forward and losing her balance when Jesse landed another stinging swat. Her head shook, words still stuck in her throat, caught behind whimpers that rushed out before she could think of anything at all. Not that she needed to say much. He had to feel the flutter between her thighs, had to feel just how wet she was for him. She shook her head again, "I can't lie to you...I would. I don't have much self control when it comes to you. I'd do most anything to get you to touch me."

Jesse shrugged out of his vest, letting it fall to the carpet. The next slap to her ass was with his bare hand, partnered with a healthy squeeze. "Like what? Lie, cheat, and steal?" Three more whacks with the ruler. It was getting hard to see her in this position without wanting to do more, just knowing she was hot and wet and dripping as she moaned and struggled to hold herself up. "Tell me how you want me to touch you."

Sugar could barely hold still, soft thighs rubbed together trying to alleviate the pulse between them, and toned legs shook each time Jesse touched her. Feeling his hand, full and warm in comparison to the ruler, she sighed, the sound drifting into a heady series of whimpers when the ruler returned. "All of the above..." Answering his questions took a considerable amount of effort but she swallowed her moans, finding more words instead. "I want your fingers," she finally pushed out, "And your tongue. I want you to taste me while you stroke my little button. I'll come so hard for you....I promise I will. I know you want me to tremble for you, baby."

Jesse 's smile was mischievous and wanting, showing just a hint of teeth as he just looked at her for a moment; dressed hiked up around her middle, ass red and waiting to be touched again. Her words simply gave him the permission he'd been craving. "I can give that to you," he said, hitting the ruler against his palm in measured taps. "All you have to do is say when." Smack! "Do you want it in a few minutes?" Another loud smack filled the room. "Or a few hours...? Days...?" He chuckled, low and deep. "Now, perhaps?"

Sugar 's relief was short-lived, the more Jesse spoke. As soon as she thought he was going to do something to quell her discomfort, she was stuck gritting her teeth and waiting for more of the heavy-handed swats to her ass. "Oh my fucking God!" she cried out, digging one of her pumps into the carpet as she squirmed. "Now--right now. Please, Teddy..."

Jesse lowered to his knees behind Sugar, finally dropping the ruler at his side. He would only let her beg so much. If he hadn't stopped soon, it'd go from a kink to cruelty to them both, denying pleasure that was well within reach. "I was hoping you'd say that," Jesse said, catching a grip on her black lace panties and pulling them down even farther. He helped her step out of them, one leg then the other, before spreading them wider. "I won't ask you any more questions, Sug. I just want to know that it feels good." And that, she'd tell him automatically. He licked his lips, placing his hands on her upper thighs as he moved forward to drink her up without a single tentative lick.

Sugar nodded as she stepped to part her legs, pulling in her lips with a slow lick. She wouldn't even have to think about responding, her body did that without prompting. Still using the shelf to brace herself, her lower half rocked against Jesse's tongue, riding the pulses that lapped through her folds and entered her core. "Jesus, Jess..." She could feel the throb strengthening, and the wetness seeping, leaving a slick trail. "Your fucking tongue...si sente così bene...."

Jesse groaned hungrily as she rocked into the his cream-filled kisses, locking an arm around the bend where thigh met hip to press deeper. With his other hand, he blindly jerked at his belt to loosen it. His erection was becoming unbearable tucked away in tight denim, and her slip into Italian did not remedy. Pulling away with a wet smack, he licked her essence as much as he could from on and around his lips while he shifted a hand between her folds to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves she'd begged for him to touch. His other hand he used to hurriedly free himself from his jeans, pushing them over his hips along with the snug boxers. Giving his cock a few strokes, he multitasked--tongue to her folds, fingers to her clit and hand to his length--their moans mixing in earnest.

Sugar 's back arched at Jesse's groan, a deep moan drifting through her in response. She couldn't hold the shelf any longer. Already, she'd scraped the edges of it with her nails, leaving a trail of scratches before one of her hands slipped from the ledge completely, head dropping with a soft, wispy sigh of his name. Lace blocked part of her view, and the close of her eyes stole the rest right after she caught sight of his hand working his shaft. She didn't last much longer after that, legs buckling and the plush, soaked walls of her center fluttering as she reached her peak and succumbed to a wave of moans and trembles composed just for him.

Jesse moved when she did, subconsciously preparing to catch her if she fell. He heard the cries of his name, breathy and quiet as she bent over fully, and felt the first all-over shake before the loud moans began. With both hands, he clutched her legs, really ready to steady her, knowing she had nothing on which to hold as she rode out the waves of her release against his tongue. "Mmm..." Jesse hummed softly when her movements lazed to a slow rhythm. "Fuck..." he whispered, swiping his thumb over his chin to steal leftover traces of her. "We should have left the party earlier for this."

Sugar allowed Jesse to support her, completely comfortable letting him hold her up as her orgasm raked through her. Both hands touched the carpet, palms pushing against the ground as she tried to reclaim her breath. The shaking got the best of her within seconds, and she moved into a crouch, catching herself before she hit the ground completely. "You're right," she agreed, her voice hoarse and quiet as she moved to her knees and shifted to face Jesse. "There was no good reason to wait." Eyes focusing on the glisten of his lips, she pitched forward to claim a kiss immediately, parting his lips when her own spread in a moan.

Jesse took her in when she turned around, all flushed and disheveled. She looked and sounded rightfully spent, and he couldn't help the smug smile that turned up the corners of his mouth. "Except to get ourselves all riled up," he replied, the end of the statement getting swallowed up by her kiss as she licked and sucked the tastes of herself that still lingered.

Sugar smiled, hands roving over Jesse's chest to begin unfastening the buttons on his shirt. "I wanted you as soon as I saw you. I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did." She eased up on the heavy kisses, drifting into light, teasing pecks that landed each time she thumbed open another button. Speaking between the presses of her lips, she pushed tan fabric over his shoulders, letting one of her hands glide down his bare middle, stopping just before she reached his length. "I still...want you..." she confessed, the pads of her fingers grazing through his happy trail while her kisses moved in a path down the curve of his neck and over his shoulder. "So you're going to get up, take off anything else you need to, and get on the desk for me, Bear. Now."

Jesse smiled warmly, "As soon as you saw me? What a coincidence. Had I known that I..." He spoke between pecks. "We... wouldn't have... made it much longer than five minutes. With a low moan, he kept meeting her lips, deep breaths expanding and contracting his torso while her hands and kisses roamed. Her command was firm, though sweetly-spoken; and he moved on instinct, removing boots, socks, jeans and underwear before taking his instructed position up on the desk, legs dangling over the side. "Like this? Or..." Turning onto his side, he laid across the desk, propping his head on his hand as he bent a leg up as if he was offering himself up on a platter. "Is this preferred?"

Sugar "Then I should be proud of us both." Darkened eyes remained trained to Jesse as he undressed, watching the movement of his hands while her own absently found the clasps and zippers and hooks that kept her wrapped in fabric. She tossed aside everything but her heels, making a show of bending over to unbuckle each one and kick them off before moving to find her clutch where she'd dropped it near the door and retrieve a condom. Lips lifted in a grin at Jesse's poses, and she took him in, humming her appreciation as she shamelessly looked over well-toned his form bathed in the lamplight. "On your back, Sheriff," she ordered, dipping into another bend, "I want to be a cowgirl tonight." Rising with his hat in hand, she positioned it on her head then climbed on the desk, pressing kisses to the front of Jesse's thigh as she inched closer to him. Without warning, her tongue brushed up the underside of his cock, and she leaned back to watch it twitch, still smiling as she swept her tongue over the curved tip to catch the cream that leaked from him. "Do you still want me to make you moan, baby?"

Jesse breathed a laugh, rolling on to his back. He turned his head to watch her movements, a lazy grin tugging the corners of his lips when Sugar put on his hat. "You can be a cowgirl every night if you want. It looks good on you." A gasp pushed out at her first lick, followed by a groan when her tongue slid over his tip. "Yeah..." Jesse sighed in response to her question, lightly nodding his head. "I want you."

Sugar plucked the brim of her hat, teeth raking over her bottom lip, "Glad you like it." She didn't need to hear his answer, already well aware that he wanted her. And he could have her, especially after she rolled the latex down his shaft and gave him a few, slow strokes, reveling in the feeling of his firmness brushing over her palm. “I know you want me…” Hands gliding down his legs, she moved in slow sweeps, continuing to speak in a soft, honeyed tone. “I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice...” In a swift movement she cupped behind his knees, lifting his legs and slipping her hands down to press against the backs of his thighs, spreading them as she moved closer. She planted one foot on the desk, leaving the other knee on the wood beneath them as she reached between their bodies to take hold of his length and align it with her slickness. “I can feel it, too…” Brown eyes locked with blue as she gingerly dropped her hips, rising and sinking in a careful grind until she could find a comfortable rhythm.

Jesse didn't relinquish control to many--not unless he knew they could handle it; that they could be trusted; that they knew what they were doing. Sugar had the benefit of all three. So when she stroked him gently and the tingles shot through his limbs, he had no problem turning himself over to her completely. Her words were confident, sultry, dragging out another series of pleasured sounds before she surprised him. With a smooth push, his legs were in the air, thighs pushed to his torso as she climbed on top, exerting full command. Jesse had been handled before, but never like that. He looked up at her and held her gaze, mouth slightly agape with the hint of a smile that faded into his groan as she lowered herself on his shaft. "Oh my God, baby..." he breathed, biting down on his lip. Sugar had made him entirely submissive, giving him little to hold onto outside of her calf to steady himself. He watched her rise and fall on his dick, speeding up and slowing down, and he cursed under his breath, squeezing her leg as the other reached up to pull her down for a heavy kiss.

Sugar was warm from head to toe, an unfamiliar excitement coursing through her that she channeled into deep, steady curves of her hips. Seeing her usually commanding boyfriend on his back and submitting to her without a single complaint pleased her, and it made her work harder, changing up their pace every so often just to drag out new sounds that made the flutters and clenches between her thighs worsen. Leaning into his touch, she eagerly chased his kiss to taste the noises that spurred her own throaty replies. The moans were slow when her hips moved unhurried, gliding past his lips in deep, anticipatory groans. And when she sped up, so did his breaths, quick shallow rises of his chest pressing his body against hers and letting her feel rather than hear the sounds that vibrated between them. The feeling wasn't one she could describe but she tried anyway, whispering foreign words to his lips between kisses. "Mi amare il modo in cui ti senti..." I love the way you feel, she professed, "Assolutamente perfetto." Absolutely perfect. "Ti amo, Jess," was her last bit of Italian, spoken through a heavy moan that drifted into another hungry kiss.

Jesse didn't even try to ask what she was saying, so caught up in the moment, but the "I love you" was obvious. He said it back in English, brushing the flyaway tresses of hair from her face as their noses touched. He was getting closer and closer to the edge with every pump, watching her watch him, feeling her clench around his length to her own rhythm that he had no choice but to accept and enjoy. Jesse tried to hold on, releasing a moan and stifling the next, releasing a louder moan and stifling the next. His brows furrowed as he swallowed thickly. He knew it wouldn't be long now, but he tried anyway, another short moan bursting forth. Clutching her waist, he barely registered the sound of his voice saying he was going to come, but he could feel it--strongly. "OH, FUCKfuckfuckfuck..." The tightness that'd been winding inside of him snapped free with a shout and his mouth struggled to close over the immodest noises that escaped before his teeth finally clenched with a growl. Jesse's legs dropped against Sugar's, unable to do much else as he'd completely turned to goo.

Sugar reveled in the heat, and all that radiated between she and Jesse. Hot. Loud. Wet. ...Gorgeous. Her senses were completely overwhelmed by the boy beneath her. The smile her lips curved into was faint and fleeting as she watched him coming undone, her own climax hitting in sharp snaps of her hips and tight pulses within her core. It took all the strength she had to ride it out, eventually shuddering to a slow stop as she continued to taste the curses dripping from Jesse. Heavy and spent, she fell on top of him with not even enough energy to put herself into a more comfortable position. Still, she went after more of the drugging kisses, little satisfied moans escaping each time her mouth met his.

Jesse laid there, tangled with his Sweetheart in a heap on the desk. They kissed, and kissed more, and for a while he couldn't recall anything else besides the where, what, who, and how of their current situation. "I don't think I'll be able to move for a few hours," he said with a soft laugh, tapping the brim of the hat with his index finger before draping an arm over his forehead and smiling up at her. "I think you just put me out of a job, Sheriff," Jesse teased.

Sugar giggled, the sound light and airy and paired with a wide smile. She brushed her nose with Jesse's, pressing her grin to his cheek as she moved to settled into the curve of his neck and breathe him in. "We'll find something else for you to do around the station," she promised in a murmur against his skin. "With you being so flexible and all, I'm sure we could fit you in anywhere."

Jesse brought his arm down and around her, stretching his legs out once he had the ability to do so. His thumb swept figure-eights on her lower back. "That was a first," he chuckled, "but I'll go anywhere you want me. Almost anywhere. As long as it's something cool, and not... station janitor or something."

Sugar breathed another laugh, her fingers dragging along the length of Jesse's shoulder. His touch brought on a chill, causing a sight shiver that forced her to curve closer to him. "It was a first for me, too. You were very pliable, though. If you'd like to do some yoga with me, we can stretch you out a little more." The idea of Jesse cleaning was entirely amusing, but she pressed her giggle to his neck along with a soft kiss. "I wouldn't stick you with an awful job like that. I'd keep you close to me. You could be my Teddy Bear deputy."

Jesse shifted to look at her. "Yeah? That was pretty fucking amazing for a first. Bravo," he kissed Sugar's forehead, resting his cheek there afterwards. "Those dance lessons paid off... I could handle yoga." He loved her being this close, enjoying her pressed against him, every word and laugh felt as well as heard. "I get a regular deputy uniform, right? Because all I can picture right now is something made out of felt and construction paper. With a bear badge on my chest."

Sugar lifted her hat to tip it at Jesse. "You flatter me, sir. I'd like to think we both had a hand in making it fucking amazing." She loved having company for yoga, and she was already looking forward to the chance to really show off what she could do. "We'll sneak a few lessons in when we can over the summer. I'll have you good and limber by the fall." Sitting up slightly, she eyed him, pursing her lips and offering a disappointed shake of her head. "You should know me better than that. I'd make something special for you, and it won't be made out of felt and construction paper. I'd treat my Teddy Bear much better."

Jesse agreed. Some summertime yoga with Sugar would be time well spent. Any time they could get together over the summer would be cherished since they'd no longer be a five minute walk away from one another. "I do know you better than that," he sat up, kissing her pout, "I know you would. You love me too much to dress me terribly," he smirked.