[George] The Hunter Hunted

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Who: George
Where: Medical Facility, in the hallway (initially); George's room
When: Day 23, Afternoon (initially); after dinner
Invited: Captain Jack Harkness
Status: Complete

"Hey, Capt--Jack," George said, ducking into the hallway in pursuit of him. (What am I doing?)

Jack stopped and turned around. "Hey--George! What's up?" He lit up with that disarming smile of his. His eyes raked George with the same cheerful lechery he brought to every conversation with, well--everybody, as far as George could tell.



George was on the verge of saying "Nothing," but she didn't. "I," she said, "uh." Jack's eyebrow starting drifting upward and his grin got even wider.

(Think of something!) George told herself. "You, uh, you traveled with the Doctor and Rose, right?"

"Briefly," Jack said.

"Yeah," George said. She felt herself wilting under Jack's gaze. "...huh."

"Is there something you wanted, George?" Jack asked. Christ, he was enjoying this. That damn grin, which had seemed charming a moment ago, was beginning to get on her nerves. George narrowed her eyes. Jack's eyes practically danced.

"Did you ever d-do it," George asked, wincing at her verbal stumble but pushing on, "with--" but there her courage gave out.

Jack had the temerity to look scandalized, if only for effect. "With Rose? Or the Doctor? Both? One at a time or both together? Is that what you're asking?" He stepped a little closer, crowding George just a little. "I'm given to understand that in this time and place--well, the time and place you usually inhabit, not this island--a gentlemen doesn't kiss and tell."

He grinned again and George felt her anger rising. That was good. Anger was good. Empowering. She could work with that.

"But I'm no gentleman, so--not a problem," Jack continued. "Still, you need to be more specific if you want useful answers. What exactly do you want to know, George?"

"What do I want to know?" George demanded. This time she moved forward, invading his personal space. She pointed him fiercely in the chest with her forefinger. "I'll tell you what I want to know," she said, pushing with her finger.

Jack took a step back and George moved with him, crowding him. "You talk a good game," George said, edging forward. Jack stepped back, and bumped against the corridor wall. George didn't give herself time to think about it; she stepped forward again, pressing herself against him. "Question is," George said, meeting his gaze, "are you all talk, or what?"

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OOC snicker

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"period military isn't the dress code of a straight man"

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Just his luck. A damn fine proposition, nice and boldly laid out, and he was more than a little busy with a life or death situation... at the very least a sandwich run to keep McKay from passing out.

"I'm definately more than all talk. Hell, my mouth soes some of it's finest work with no talking involved." He gave her a sleepy kind of smirk.

"Unfortunately, right now we're kinda in the middle of trying to keep Rose as human and as alive as we can." He didn't look regretful so much as worried.

"But when Rose is out of danger, I'd be more than happy to live up to my reputation." And wasn't there a definate irony there. It was actually rather delicious, and he'd savor it later, when he wasn't so preoccupied. Litterally flirting with death.

[George] What was I thinking?

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George leaped back, away from Jack, putting some space between them. She wanted to just sink through the floor and vanish away. What had she been thinking? How could she have been so thoughtless?

Rose was sick--maybe dying--a few rooms away. George had been there in the room when she collapsed, and here she is blithely trying to get laid. Some friend she was! Coming on to Jack, no less, when he's busy helping to try to save her.

(I wasn't thinking,) George admitted to herself. (Not with my brain, anyway.) "I...yeah, okay," George said, looking everywhere but at Jack.

"George..." Jack said.

George didn't know what he was going to say. It didn't really matter, though. Whatever it was, she didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to be here to hear it. Didn't want to be taking up more of his time, time he should be spending on Rose.

"I'm sorry," George said, and hurried away.

[Jack] Different verse, same tune

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The worst was over, or so he hoped. Rose was out of danger, and even Scott had been shooed from the room to recoup and spend time with his girl.

Dinner had been good. Pina Colada Chicken, and although he wasn’t entirely convinced it was ALL chicken, all of it was fowl of some sort. Some of the salad greens were odd, and bitter, but with a sprinkle of dressing it was alright. Between May and Molly they’d be decently fed. He’d even been part of the washing up crew.

He had noticed a conspicuous absence of George during dinner. Molly had shrugged and said she’d gotten a plate earlier. After her hightailing it out of the hallway earlier today, it was not unexpected. She was what? Feeling rejected, embarrassed, seriously reconsidering her words?

So now he was standing outside the door to her shared room. He didn’t know why he had a strange protective streak towards her. She was certainly one of the more indestructible members of the group. She was also up front, said what she thought and didn’t play games. Maybe there was a sense of kinship there.

He rapped his knuckles on the door.

“Hey, George… are you naked?”

[George] Achilles sulking in his tent

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George was lying on her bed, on her back, staring up at the ceiling. It was a very boring ceiling in a very boring room. She'd tried reading, but all she had available were some of those crappy romance novels she'd found in Dr. Sakai's quarters and George really wasn't in the mood for those.

A plate with the remains of her dinner sat on the floor. Pina Colada Chicken, she'd been told. Too bad it wasn't a real Pina Colada. She could use one about now. Or a fifth of whiskey, even better.

At least Rose was out of danger. Or so she'd heard via the grapevine. George had wanted to go see her, but...maybe later. When there was less chance of running into Jack. Or Ami or Daniel or Isabel or anyone else who might have overheard her pathetic attempt at seducing Jack while he was trying to save Rose's life.

"God, I suck," George muttered. She rolled onto her side. Then she propped herself up on her elbow while she pounded the pillow into a semblance of fluffiness. As soon as she rested her head on it, all the air sighed out, leaving it flat again.

A knocking at the door roused George. She raised her head to look at it. "Hey, George...are you naked?"

George let her head drop to the pillow again. "Oh God." She mulled over her options. Silence. Tell him to go away. Open the door and grab him by the shirt and drag him inside. Open the door and see what he wanted.

Maybe he wanted her. Maybe he wanted to tell her Rose was okay. More knocking. "I know you're in there."

George got to her feet and walked to the door. She threw it open. "No," she said.

"No, you're not in there?"

"No, I'm not naked. What do you want?"

[Jack] Feeling like a heel?

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Jack snapped his fingers. "Damn, A guy could hope."

He looked down at her. She was all tense, somewhere between skittish and defiant.

"The question should be what do you want? You have that little 'I-want' line right there." He gently stroked a fingertip over the little line between her brows.

"So George, what kind of dragon am I looking at here?"

[George] Don't cheer me up, dammit!

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George felt a smile threatening to break out on her face. She scowled a little more fiercely as Jack rubbed one fingertip on the frown line between her eyebrows. And he did it seductively, damn him! How did he do that?

"I have no idea what you're talking about," George said.

"We were talking about whether you were naked," Jack said.

"I thought we were talking about dragons," George said. Now she was confused. And her dark mood was lifting, damn his eyes. She was just starting to enjoy her funk.

"Exactly," Jack said as if the connection were obvious.

"Huh?" George was starting to feel dizzy. This conversation had begun to resemble something out of Lewis Carroll. With Jack starring as Humpty Dumpty, his words meaning exactly and only what he wanted them to mean.

"You're doing this on purpose," George accused him, only the scowl she'd intended felt remarkably like a smile. She reached out and grabbed hold of Jack's arm to steady herself. Yeah, that was it.

"Doing what?"

"Getting me all tingly--confused!" George felt her face warm. "I meant confused!"

"Of course you did, George. So--the question," Jack said, returning to his point. Whatever it was.

"Which is?"

"What do you want? That's my question."

George looked away for a moment. The hallway behind Jack was empty at the moment. "I already told you," she said at last. She felt anxious, but light too.

Jack leaned a little closer. "Tell me again," he said softly.

George licked her lips. "Are you all talk," she asked. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Or what?"

Re: [George] Don't cheer me up, dammit!

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“What exactly are my ‘or what’ choices here?” Jack brushed the back of his fingers up her arms, feather-light, stirring the hairs there. “I mean there is a whole, vast, universe of ‘or what’ out there. And while I’m not ALL talk, talking has its own innate attraction. It’s all in what you say and how you say it. However,” he started walking forward, not only invading her space but attacking it, making her step back, into the room.

A few steps back and he was in, and able to swing the door closed behind him.

He leaned in, his cheek brushing warmly against hers. She had to bend down to breath the words his breath hot, stirring her hair as he felt his lips brush the curve of her ear as he spoke. “I understand that actions sometimes speak louder.”

He pulled back a bit. “And I’ve always considered myself to be a man of action.”

He dove in for a kiss. Not some rough, clumsy movement meant to batter down defenses and filled with aggression. No, this was soft, and slow. It was a seduction of the lips. Tempting, promising. He learned her lips, testing her response, finding what she liked, and what she needed.

[George] Woohoo!

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George blinked and swayed just slightly. It felt like waking from a dream. Jack had pulled back slightly, enough that he could study her face. George realized that her internal monologue had slowed to a stop during the timeless interval which passed while Jack was kissing her. She had no idea how long they'd been standing there.

(Wow,) George thought. (That was--amazing.) Jack was a good kisser. A great kisser--incredible, in fact. His lips--and then his tongue--were gentle but insistent. Jack's hands, which George had frankly imagined would be roaming all over were instead very still. They'd settled onto her hips, not pulling her closer but holding her in place while he kissed her.

And that was the key, George realized. When Jack was kissing her, he wasn't doing anything else. In George's admittedly rather limited experience, guys who kissed you weren't just kissing you. They were worrying about whether you liked it or wondering what they should do next or comparing you to some other girl or...whatever.

Not Jack. His whole awareness was focused on her. On kissing her. On sucking all the juice from just that moment. His concentration was so single-minded that it had stifled her mental commentary, pulling her into that same zen space.

It was flattering as hell. Arousing, too. George's grumpy mood had vanished, taking her doubts and worries and inhibitions with it.

George grabbed Jack's shirt in both fists, spun him around and practically flung him down on the bed before pouncing on him.

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Wahey! Go George :)

OOC cheering

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George grabbed Jack's shirt in both fists, spun him around and practically flung him down on the bed before pouncing on him.

This made me cheer and laugh aloud, prompting my boyfriend to ask, "What?"

"Cap'n Jack's gettin' some in Crossing Lost."

"Oh." He nodded because that made perfect sense. :)

(I'd have mentioned George but he's never seen Dead Like Me.)

[Jack] Slamdance or Tango

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Jack chuckled and looked up at George. “I’m flattered. I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

He placed his hands on her waist and tugged her down a bit more, pulling her hips down against him, letting her know about his growing interest. But he stopped there, his thumbs brushing back and forth against the warm skin just over the waistband of her pants.

“And while there’s a lot to be said for fast a furious, there’s also a lot of fun to be had in playing my favorite game… find the erogenous zone.” He sat back up, so that George was now straddling his lap. He nuzzled her ear, then placed an open mouthed kiss just behind the lobe, applying just enough suction.

George squirmed. He was alright with letting her take control. Nothing wrong with letting someone else lead the dance. But he wanted her to know what she might be missing if she didn’t want a bit of give and take.

He loved to see his partner enjoy themselves. Loved seeing the pleasure on their face. And while he accepted they knew what they liked, he also liked pushing limits and broadening horizons.

“You smell fabulous. All heat and sex and George. I bet you taste as good as you smell.”

[George] Uh...tango?

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George's attack faltered. She shivered when he kissed her neck. It took a moment for Jack's words to penetrate the fog in her brain. When they did, she stifled a groan of mingling desire and disappointment. Slowing down was the last thing she wanted to do right now!

On the other hand...Jack sure as hell knew what he was doing with that kiss. She had never been kissed like that before. Maybe she should listen to his advice. The thought intrigued her, and aroused her. If he could do that with just a kiss, what else he could do didn't bear thinking about!

George leaned forward, leaned against him and nipped at his neck. She rocked her hips a little, grinning to herself when he breathed a little heavier and his hands tightened on her waist.

I"ll bet you taste as good as you smell.

"Only one way to find out," George whispered into Jack's ear.

[Jack] Heat and friction

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“Oh, I plan on it,” Jack moved in for another intoxicating kiss. Lips, tongue and even teeth came into play as he found exactly what she liked best. There was this one spot he’d brushed against, right there… She moaned into his mouth as he stroked the spot on her palate again.

The rocking of George’s hips was deliciously distracting, the minx. But it felt too damn good to stop yet.

One hand slid up her back, over her shirt, following her spine until his fingers wove into her hair, the strands silky and cool against his flesh. He pulled gently, guiding her head back, making her arch just a but, pressing her breasts forward and against his chest.

His mouth moved from hers to trace hot kisses down her chin, along her throat, nuzzling into the dip where throat merged with sternum, using his nose as much as his lips to tantalize and sensitize.

He grinned as he felt her eager hands pulling at the hem of his plain white tee-shirt. She was trying to pull it up and off, but their current positioning, and his attentions, was hindering her progress. It was gratifying when her attempts faltered, and she lost the rhythm of her rocking hips as he found a sensitive spot.

He released her and backed off a bit so she could complete her self imposed goal and pull the shirt off him.

He felt the cool air against his skin, raising goose flesh. At this point all sensation was good. Maybe he’d teach her a bit about ice cubes and hot tea later.

“I’m feeling an uneven dispersion of clothing right now.” He knew his gaze was hungry. Right now he wanted to see George bared to him as well.

[George] Good clean dirty fun

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"Yeah, I see that," George said with a sly smile. "You're only half dressed," she added, reaching for his belt. "We should fix that," she added and laughed at his expression.

"That's not what I had in mind," Jack said, catching her hands and holding them.

George answered by leaning forward again and doing her best to turn the tables on him, rubbing her cheek against his, then kissing and nibbling and licking and tickling his neck and shoulder just the way he'd done to her. Jack seemed to like her efforts, to judge by the noises he was making. Even better, eventually he let go George's hands to grab at the hem of her t-shirt.

George slapped at his hands. "Hands off." Her voice was muffled by his skin, her lips currently being occupied with a slow, teasing approach to his nipple.

"You're killing me here, George," Jack groaned. He didn't really sound unhappy, though.

"Yeah, well..." George flicked her tongue across the nipple. "Grim Reaper here." Jack hissed and arched his back a little. George grinned and pinched it ever so delicately with her teeth.

Jack's hands clamped onto her ass. George sat up and peeled her t-shirt off and tossed it...somewhere. Then she dove in again to give him a fierce kiss, distracting his attention while she reached around behind herself to unhook her bra.

George peeled the bra off and tossed it in the general direction of her shirt. This involved a little writhing around to keep her mouth on his throughout the maneuver, but he didn't seem to mind. "Is that better?"

[Jack] Art appriciation

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"Grim Reaper here." If only she knew. He almost gave into the urge to bark a bitter laugh, but her mouth stole it away as it latched hungrily on his nipple. After that her mouth kept his rather gloriously occupied.

Then she was naked from the waist up. Her pebbled nipples tracing an enticing pattern against him.

"Is that better?" She asked with a crooked smile.

He didn’t remember when he’d dug his fingers into the lovely roundness of her ass, but he gave another squeeze. Lovely.

He didn’t compare her to any other. That was inconsiderate, and no one ever really compared to anyone else. She was, simply, lovely. Pale skin, kissed by the sun on her face and arms, but not enough to leave any tan lines. Light freckles across her face, shoulders and upper chest seemed to highlight places to kiss.

“Mmmm… much. Still too many clothes in here. But unwrapping the present just heightens the appreciation of the gift.” He was enjoying the give and take of taking turns in the lead. He was all for cooperation.

His hands slid from her ass to up her sides, a sensual caress. He stopped just beneath her breasts, teasing them both. Because he did want to touch. Very much.

“Did I already mention I love a woman who knows what she wants? Bold and beautiful.” He breathed as he arched up against her again.

[George] Gimme

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"You're in the right place, then," George said. George scooted back a little so she was kneeling on his thighs. "I know exactly what I want."

She twisted back and forth a little, trying to urge Jack to move his hands to where they both wanted them to go. Jack was stubbornly refusing to cooperate. George made a little noise of frustration.

Jack's grin--that maddening grin that told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her (or not doing to her!)--got a little wider. "Bastard," she growled.

Well, there were other things she could do to occupy herself. She began unbuckling his belt and working on getting into his pants. "I guess I'll just have to entertain myself."

[Jack] Games people play

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Jack laughed. “Just be careful when playing with other people’s toys.”

Jack kissed her again, wanting to taste more of her. She roused that hunger that was never quite satisfied, that itch that it was so sweet to scratch. He felt needful, throbbing, and demanding. Breaking the kiss he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her again.

His sensed were sharp, his sense of smell especially, not quite up to Ripley’s level, but much stronger than before Satellite Five.

He left her lips and buried his mouth against her throat again. He could not only feel, but taste her heartbeat there. He ran one slightly calloused hand back gown her side and around, to slip it under the band of her jeans, her panties. She was already straddling him.

His mouth traced over her shoulder as he managed to open her pants one handed. He pulled back to look at her, as she finally freed him from his own confining jeans… and the roughness of the zipper on the underside of him added more excitement than was expected right now. His left hand moved up, to cup her breast, thumb and forefinger gently rolling her hot, puckered nipple, even as his right hand slid beneath her panties, where she straddled him, to stroke lower.

She was wet and she bucked into his touch as he slowly circled, but didn’t touch that little center of nerves she was almost begging him to stroke. Her gasp was music to his ears.

Of course, delightfully demanding thing that she was, she paid him back with a hand wrapped around him, giving a squeeze and a stroke. He growled in response.

He dove in, taking a swollen nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before scraping sently with his teeth.

This was turning into a kind of competition, the kind where no one really loses.

[George] Enough games!

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George grasped Jack's head in one hand and held it to her breast, not that he needed any guidance. She heard a frustrated whine and it took a moment to realize she was the one making it. She continued to wiggle her hips, but Jack was steadfastly refusing to place his fingers where she wanted them.

Jack's patient, teasing approach had a lot to recommend it, but George was feeling too impatient now to go along. She pushed off of the bed abruptly, gasping at the feel of Jack's teeth grazing her escaping nipple.

Jack looked faintly surprised, but he propped himself up on one elbow to watch her, his eyes glittering with interest. Inevitably (and probably entirely unconsciously) he took up a pose that George thought would be perfect for an X-rated calendar.

George hastily stripped off the rest of her clothes, kicking them aside impatiently, and then lunged at Jack again. She bowled over onto his back again. He made some laughing, lecherous comment but she wasn't listening. His hands found their way to her breasts, though, and that did get her attention.

George buried her face in the crook of his neck, eyes closed while she concentrated on the smell of his skin, and then the taste of it--and the feel of it on her tongue and between her teeth when she gave him a nip.

"George," Jack said. George bit him harder. Jack shivered and gave a little laugh, clearly enjoying her attentions. "George--" Jack said again. George bit a little harder, not qite breaking the skin, and growled.

She reached down between them to seize hold of Jack's undivided attention. Jack's hands stilled for just an instead and he throbbed in her hand. George stopped biting him and concentrated instead on aligning herself over him properly.

That involved some very exciting, slippery sensations. George hissed at the delightful feelings involved, but when she was sure of the positioning, she didn't hesitate. She was too eager for him now.

George pressed down with her hips, sliding over him, taking him in, shuddering at the feel of him. She raised her head enough to press her mouth to his ear. George hooked her arms around him, fists clenched, as she made inarticulate sounds of pleasure.

[Jack] A bit of excercise

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“Oh fuck, yeah.” Jack groaned as George lowered herself onto him. Okay, she was not up for slow and easy for this one. He could adapt.

She made such sweet noises as well. Right in his ear to let him know when he was doing something very right. She was so wet and tight, and being a Reaper evidently meant no worries about side effects.

He thrust up into her , matching her movements before grabbing hold of her hips and pressing her tight to him, turning the tables in an expert move that didn’t interrupt a thing. Suddenly he was on top.

“So you want it hard and fast then?” He ground against her in the downstroke. “I can manage that."

Jack listened to her breathing, her little cries as he began to use sharp, forceful thrusts, one hand on her hip to steady her and the other sliding between them to stroke over her clit with each upstroke.

“Think you can remember my name, baby? I wanna hear you calling it.”

[George] Just don't stop!

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George squeaked in surprise and alarm when Jack grabbed her hips and somehow flipped them over. For an instant George felt like she was going to fall. She clamped her arms and legs around him reflexively. Then she was on her back, and Jack was giving her what she wanted. What she needed.

George clung to Jack, though she no longer feared falling. Now that Jack was finally fucking her--and God, he was good!--George didn't feel so frantic. She relaxed and let the pleasurable sensations roll through her body. She watched him through a haze of pleasure, letting Jack's efforts draw gasps and moans from her--they only excited him, which encouraged him to work even harder!

"Think you can remember my name, baby?" Jack asked her. George was trembling now, the ecstasy building. "I wanna hear you calling it," Jack said.

George grinned at Jack, feeling a laugh bubbling up. She felt herself on the knife edge of orgasm now. "Oh yeah," George said. She grinned at him devilishly. "Do me, Jeff! Do me!"

Jack stopped moving. "Jeff?" George groaned, frustrated--but insanely aroused.

George gave him a look of mock embarrassment. "Jim?" she said. George rocked her hips, trying to entice him. Jack was having none of it. "What's my name?" he asked.

"J-Joe?" George asked. She cupped the back of Jack's neck with one hand and tried to pull him down into a kiss. He resisted. He gave a single thrust of his hips.

George gasped and felt her toes curl. "What's my name?" Jack asked again.

George opened her mouth--and found she couldn't think of any other names. She wanted to tease him some more, but she couldn't think, couldn't do anything but give him what he wanted. "Jack," she whispered.

"What?" Jack said, drawing his hips back with excruciating slowness. "What's my name, George?"

"Jack!" George bellowed, unable to take it any longer. "Jack, it's Jack!" she cried and Jack began thrusting into her hard and fast. George pulled him down into a frantic open mouthed kiss, clutching at him convulsively, raking his back with her nails as she came.

Jack continued thrusting as George shuddered and moaned into his mouth, changing his rhythm when she began to relax, driving her over the edge once more, drawing out her pleasure and her silent screams.

[George] Snapshots

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When George no longer felt like a sweaty, trembling, pleasure-sodden ragdoll, she'd pushed Jack onto his back again and thrown a leg over him. She grabbed his wrists and leaned her weight on them to hold him still.

Straddling Jack, all their hands occupied, she teased him contentedly for some time with only the movement of her hips. When Jack began to struggle, she slid down over him and began riding him in earnest. His climax was a glorious thing to behold.

* * *

George lay on her side, head propped in one hand, idling caressing Jack. He mirrored her position as they idly chatted about...all sorts of things. At least until George bit her lip and hissed when he slid a finger into her; she could tell that Jack was ready again too. Then they were joined at the hips (again) and off to the races.

* * *

George resisted when Jack tugged at her hair the first time. The second time, she glanced up questioningly, unable to speak. "George..." Jack said, a warning tone in his voice. The frantic look in his eyes was thrilling and she had to suppress a grin--it would interfere with her efforts.

* * *

It was the strangest--and by far the most enjoyable--conversation George had ever had. When Jack wasn't doing his best to make George scream--or vice versa--Jack caressed her legs, occasionally turning his head to kiss an ankle, as they talked, never letting her drop below a simmer.

Not that Jack wasn't having fun too. George hadn't thought guys were capable of that many orgasms, certainly not so frequently. But Jack had only grinned and said, "They've learned a few things by the 51st century, George. Let me show you one...."

* * *

George was glad that the surveillance cameras had been shut off. Streaking to the bathroom to shower had been silly fun. And though the risk of getting caught made it more exciting, actually getting caught would have been terribly embarrassing. But Jack's demonstration of just how much fun coed showering could be was memorable.


* * *

George pounced on Jack at least once during a catnap. He returned the favor. George woke lying on her tummy as Jack drew her hair out of her face and swooped in to nip at her ear even as he filled her up again. George gasped and clutched at the mattress--long since stripped of soaked sheets.

George was feeling hoarse by now, but she still worried that people could hear her. She didn't worry much, though. She didn't have the energy for it.

Re: [Jack] Different verse, same tune

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“Hey, George… are you naked?”

ROTFLMAO!