For muse_shuffle - April Disc Two

[isabelowens]

I'm sure you'll understand my point of view >> We know each other mentally >> You gotta know that you're bringin' out >> The animal in me
(Olivia Newton-John - ‘Physical’)


She'd kept him in suspense. She really, really had. In fact, she hadn't even given him an answer straight away and they'd disappeared back into the party and mostly avoided each other for a short while until the boat docked again at the end of the night. He'd been saying goodnight to his family, with preparations to go back to stay the night at Mark's place so he didn't spend the evening alone when she'd approached him on the dock with a mysterious smile and asked where her goodnight kiss was.

Mark laughed, hugged them both and then got into a cab with his wife, leaving James and Izzy alone. He watched the cab disappear around the corner and then turned to her with a smile. "You want a goodnight kiss, huh?" he asked, his voice smooth and even with his Aussie accent seemingly more thick after being in the presence of his family.

She hadn't really meant to keep him in suspense; it was just that the simple yes, or no answer he was looking for wasn't one she could have given him then. In the end her lust for him, and the sheer need to be with him physically had won out. If she could only have this one night, then so be it. She'd deal with how to cork back up her feelings for Campbell after.

Iz glanced around to check for anymore lingering guests before she took his hand and thread her fingers between his as she stood in close. Her mouth was next to his ear and she dropped her voice to a low, husky tone. "The long, naked kind. And if it's really good, I might just want a few encores since we get one night."

"It's a good thing I have a reputation for stamina," James murmured and turned his head to meet her lips. He was aware they had a cab ride ahead of them to get to his apartment, but if this was going to happen, the trip was hardly going to be an issue. He probably should've sought confirmation that she was sure she wanted it, but he could feel the want in the kiss.

Another cab pulled up and they broke apart. He smiled and squeezed her hand, then opened the door for her and gave the cabbie his address. He slid in beside her. "And I guess that means the night is just young."

Iz gave a nod, biting down on the tip of her index finger. She spared one moment to consider that maybe this was a bad idea before she pushed any, and all, doubts away. She was getting what she wanted, and she was planning on enjoying it.

"I'm not so bad in the stamina stakes myself, loser," she told him with a smile. "So yeah, the night's got a way to go yet."

Now out of the eyeball range of his family, James realised the situation probably called for a smoke, if only to give them something to do for the duration of the cab ride. He took his pack from the inside pocket of his jacket, complete with the sterling silver Zippo lighter with his name engraved on it as a birthday present from Mark.

He lit up and took a drag on the cigarette, then handed it over to her as he blew the smoke out the window that was opened a few inches. "Are you okay with going to my place? We could've always gone to a nice hotel..."

She relaxed against him, her head on his shoulder as she took a long drag. She was already handing it back to him as she expelled the smoke slowly from her mouth. "No, I like that we're going to your place. It's even more home than my home sometimes." She turned her head to look at him, her lips close to his cheek. She brushed them against his skin, and smiled. "Am I the only one that finds it funny that your brother who disapproves of your smoking bought you a lighter for your birthday?"

Campbell held it up with a smirk. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em?" he asked with a shrug and dropped the lighter back into his pocket. "Something's going on with Mark and Felicity, but I don't know what. Has he said anything to you, by chance?"

"You mean besides trying to get me to release the headlock by telling me my shoes were pretty? Nope." Izzy grinned, her head once again resting on his shoulder, and she lifted a foot and rotated it to look at her heels. "My shoes really are pretty, though."

James laughed. "Why on earth did you have him in a headlock?" he asked curiously and then ran his hand slowly down her thigh. "Very pretty..." he agreed.

"Because of the whole getting you drunk thing. I needed to have a few 'friendly' words with him."

The anger in her voice was evident, and as far as she was concerned Campbell could just chalk it up to her being an overprotective best friend. The truth was Mark was one of the few that knew how she felt about Campbell, and as far as she saw it, Mark encouraging Campbell to go out and fuck strangers was an insult to her, and completely disregarding the deep and meaningful they'd had.

Iz closed her eyes with a sigh, her legs parting just a little to encourage further touch. "Thank you. So why do you think there's something going on with Mark and Felicity?"

"He was just trying to get me to stop brooding. Mum smacked him in the head for it, too, because of how sick it made me." James' fingers danced over her knee, then brushed up again towards her inner thigh. "I'm not exactly sure. I get a sense he's discontent, and Felicity dancing with me was just outright weird. She hates my guts. I spoke on and off to Mark all night and he didn't allude to anything. Maybe she thinks he's cheating? Or maybe he is cheating. Maybe she's cheating."

"Personally I think my methods for trying to stop you brooding were a little less destructive. I like your mother, by the way." Iz moved a hand to his thigh, copying his movements. It should have felt strange to be having such a serious conversation while touching each other like this, but it really didn't. It felt natural to her, their intimacy just an extension of the relationship they already shared. "I think she's too insecure for her own good. It speaks volumes that a woman feels the need to mess with her husband by dancing with his brother. Felicity's always been a little weird, though. Remember the first time she met me? I swear she just assumes every woman wants in Mark's pants."

"Every woman linked to Ali," James mused, running his tongue along his lower lip. He pushed the hem of her skirt up a little further, exploring the skin on her long leg with his palm. He smiled. "Mum likes you. Believe it or not, she's not normally pushy like that. I have a feeling Mark has been in her ear of late. If I'm not careful, they'll have me married off by my thirty-first birthday."

Iz rolled her eyes, and squirmed just a little as he pushed up her skirt a little further. There wasn't really much to push up, and her green eyes flicked up to check to see if the driver was paying attention to them, or the traffic. "Surely even she can understand the idea of loyalties. I would never mess with someone that had been involved with you, or Ali. Besides, the idea of fucking your brother is just weird." She took the cigarette off Campbell and took a quick drag before sticking it between his lips. "Your brother needs to focus on his own marriage, and less on your love life."

The idea that James' family might marry him off in a year sent a wave of fear through her body, and she subconsciously gripped his thigh tightly.

"Or he could just be taking stock in mine because his own marriage is unhappy. It was quick. It could happen." James wasn't in the slightest bit bothered if the cabbie was watching or not. He'd had cab action in the past and he'd never really been bothered by public displays of affection.

He flicked some ash into the ashtray provided. "And ditto to that, about Ali. She's too much like a sister to me to ever be interested in her in that way. She's fun, but I'm not sexually attracted to her at all, and the feeling is mutual. But even besides that, Mark and I have an agreement there."

Izzy couldn't remember the last time she'd indulged in any public displays of affection. Cab rides had contained a little kissing at the most. She nuzzled against his neck, inhaling his cologne as her hand moved to press against his crotch. "Funny, because me and Ali have an agreement as well."

James pushed his hips forward in response and his hand disappeared under her skirt. "Oh yeah? Which is?" he asked distractedly, the tips of his fingers teasing their way beneath the elastic of her panties.

Iz gasped, her skin warming up as a flush steadily spread across her skin. She rubbed the heel of her palm against him, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. "I don't touch Mark, she doesn't touch you."

James exhaled sharply, the arousal already pulsing through him and pooling in his groin in the form of a nice, healthy erection. He turned to kiss her when they driver pulled to a halt.

"Were 'ere. I can keep goin' 'round the block a few times 'til you're done, if you like," he suggested, leering at them in the mirror. James extracted himself from against Izzy and opened his wallet to hand over the fare and a generous tip.

"Maybe next time, mate," he commented and climbed out of the cab. He bounded around the back and went to open the door for Izzy, holding his hand out to help her out.

She only felt a little embarrassed at the driver's comment, her attention well and truly on James. She took Campbell's hand, stepping out of the cab onto shaky legs. She laughed at herself, pushing her dark locks back from her face. Some of it was the alcohol but the rest was the arousal and desire coursing through her veins.

"Jesus, I can't remember the last time I've had trouble getting out of a cab."

James smirked a little, slinging his arm around her waist and holding her up. "So long as you don't puke on me mid-shag, all is good," he teased and drew his keys out of his pocket. In his mind, he'd anticipated this moment to be much more rushed and frantic, like one night stands always seemed to be. But it wasn't. It was relaxed and comfortable leading him to only come to one conclusion... it wasn't just a one night stand. Not at all.

He nodded to the doorman as they passed and headed for the elevators. As they waited for it to arrive, he met her eyes. "Are you sure about this?" he asked softly.

Izzy gladly let him support her; indulging in the pleasant buzz she was experiencing. It really had been a while since she'd had a few, and she giggled before clapping a hand across her mouth and shaking her head. "No puking, I swear. Maybe just a few inappropriate giggles."

She gave a nod of her head, hand cupping his erection through his pants. "Oh yes, I'm sure." She arched an eyebrow, and leaned in conspiratorially. "Are you sure?"

The elevator dinged and the doors swung open. Thankfully, the cubicle was empty. He pulled her in and then pressed her softly up against the wall and finally kissed her deeply, hungrily, while rocking his hips slowly to encourage the eager touches of her hand.

Isabel smiled against his mouth, returning the kiss with as much hunger. She used her hand to start working at his fly, thankful that there was no belt to contend with. Her hand slipped inside, a moan escaping her when she wrapped her fingers around his length. She shuddered in response to feeling the weight of him in her hand. "I'll take that as a yes," she whispered.

"Hmmm," James murmured in agreement against her lips. He pushed her halter-neck shirt up and brushed his fingers over the skin of her stomach and chest. His breathing quickened in response and he cupped her breast in his hand, taking in every single moment of how it felt to touch her.

Iz arched into his touch, her teeth catching his bottom lip so she could tug on it before kissing his hard. She stroked his length, her hand sliding up and down in a steady rhythm. Her other hand was working on his shirt buttons, determined to get him naked now that she knew he wasn't going to run away.

James pulled her against him, the full body friction only aiding in sending his arousal soaring. They reached his floor and the elevator doors opened. He pulled back and looked up the hall to his apartment. This was it. They were really doing it. "Think you can make it inside to the bed?" he teased, his voice a smooth purr.

"I'm sure I'll manage somehow, loser," she replied, her lips quirking in a smile as she leaned in to brush a kiss against his jaw. "Just don't blame me if we have to take a little break against one of the walls, or floors."

She started to walk backwards, still very much attached to him with her hand. The benefits of spending so much time at his place was that she really didn't need to look in order to know where she was going. She stopped when her back hit the door, using the moment to get his shirt open fully.

"My, my, we are eager, aren't we," James breathed in, leaning in to nibble her ear. He was massaging the soft curves of her breast beneath the top, coming to the realisation that halter-necks didn't appear to be the easiest things to deal with in this situation. But damnit, if he had to tear it off, he would resort to such measures.

Izzy leaned her head back against the door, waiting patiently for him to realise that he still had yet to let them in the apartment. "Well I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to make up for the balcony thing."

She released her hand from around him, both hands now moving against his torso as she started to get a feel for the newly exposed skin. She let out an appreciative moan, lifting a leg to hook it around his hip as she drew him in close.

James made a soft growling sound deep in his throat, indicating his appreciation of her hands on his body. He felt like he had sparks pulsing right through him. He sucked her lower lips gently into his mouth and sought out her tongue with his own, sliding them together slowly and moving against her body, enjoying they way they were pressed together.

He would have seriously done it there in the hallway. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten so carried away and didn't make it to more appropriate location, but he didn't want that this time. He wanted to at least try to make it last. He wanted to explore her without needing to worry if they would topple over in a messy heap to the floor (been there, done that too). He didn't want it to just be another fuck.

He reluctantly pulled back, drawing in a rough breath through his nose to brace himself from the lack of friction. "We should go inside. To bed."

Iz pressed her fingers to her lips, and nodded. Hallway encounters weren't really her style, but she was fast coming to the conclusion that with James anything went. Still, the thought of being in bed with him and being able to take her time exploring him didn't exactly have any kind of downside.

She moved aside, her arm slipping around his waist as she stood behind him. Her fingers were splayed over his stomach, and she rested her forehead on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn't stop from smiling. "Yeah, we really, really should."

James glanced down at her hand on his stomach. It was an intimate touch. A possessive hand on one's stomach was one of those gestures you shared with someone you had a connection to. It wasn't like you would just walk up to someone like Pierce or Frank and put your hand on their stomach.

There was a very very brief moment of cold feet for James. Were they doing the right thing? Were things going to fuck completely with their dynamic? Would it make it awkward and uncomfortable? No, no. They were doing it to get it out of their systems. After this, it would all be fine and much easier to deal with.

He slotted his key into the lock and quickly keyed in the security code to unlock the door. The joys of being in an expensive apartment, you get a double locking system. He shoved the door open with his shoulder and dumped his keys in the bowl on the table nearby. He turned to her and smiled, his shirt hanging loosely open. "Ready to take the plunge?"

She hesitated in the doorway, her drunken bravado, and arousal fading just enough to let her consider that maybe she was about to fuck things up royally. If James caught on to exactly how she felt, then surely he'd just stop this entire thing, and she'd never get another chance. She might even lose her partner, and her best friend.

Green eyes dropped to his chest, and torso and the desire kicked up another notch at seeing him standing there like that. Thinking things through was overrated anyway, right?

She returned the smile, reaching a hand over her shoulder to get at the clasp that held the top of the halter together. There was a soft clicking noise and she stood there as calmly as she could manage as the strips of material fell down to reveal her breasts. She was ready.

Okay, James had never actually seen her breasts before. Why would he? Sure, he perved on them through her shirts, had felt them that night on the balcony, but this? This was just...

He wet his lips and inhaled roughly as he breached those last few steps between them. He took her into his arms, one hand splayed across her lower back and the other cupping her breast. The skin was so soft and so full in his palm. He moaned and caught her in another hungry kiss, his erection pushing sharply against her hip.

Izzy toed off her heels, kicking them somewhere behind her as she worked on pushing his shirt back off his shoulders so she could just touch every bit of exposed skin. In truth, even without her heels she was close to James' height, and she couldn't help thinking that they also seemed to fit pretty well together. Soft curves against hard muscle. She made a noise in the back of her throat, torn between keeping her hands on him, and getting her clothes off. Undressing each other was romantic and all, but she was steadily growing impatient.

She moved in his embrace, rubbing her stomach against his erection. "Bed?" she managed as she sucked in a breath before she was kissing him again. They had one night, and damned if she wasn't going to be kissing and touching and groping him during every single minute of it.

James nodded distractedly, catching her hand in his and moving towards the bedroom. Once they were there, unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them off making sure his boxer-briefs went with them. It was good being a man. Easier clothing to remove than a woman.

Now naked, he pushed her gently back onto the bed and reached behind her to unhook her skirt and slide it down her legs. He made an appreciative sound and went to kneel over her, dipping his head to kiss her breast, sucking and biting softly on the nipple, his tongue swirling around it indulgently.

Isabel had taken more than a passing glance at James' crotch when he'd stripped off. In the back of her mind she thought that all his bragging had been more than justified. Not to mention her months of fantasizing. Truth be told she wouldn't have been disappointed no matter what, but right now she really wasn't disappointed.

As he teased her nipple, her hands went to his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as she arched her back and let out a pleasured moan. Her legs moved under him restlessly as she felt the heat pool between her thighs. She released the grip on his blond locks, hands moving over his back and shoulders.

James kept his mouth busy, but he looked up at her from under his hair that had fallen in his face. He kissed down her body, trailing his tongue in teasing tracks across her skin and breathing on it to create a teasing chill. His lips caressed her stomach and he nuzzled her belly button before moving lower again.

One more glance up at her, his eyes shining in the dim light, then he kissed inside her thighs, more than showing her what he could do with his tongue.

Izzy hadn't given any thought to her tattoo until she was looking down at James, green eyes turning a darker shade as her thighs parted a little further. The Chinese character meant 'loyal and faithful', the ink a souvenir from a trip to Mexico after almost marriage #3.

She'd seen a tattoo on Campbell's body, the exact same position on the opposite hip. Another thing in common they'd shared without realising it. Iz moved a little so she could brush the hair out of his eyes, her fingertips lingering on his cheek in a tender caress. "Please," she murmured.

The word sent arousal spiking through James and it took all his self control not to climb on top of her and ride her rough and needily. Not that he thought either would be opposed to that, but not this time...

He wet his lips, his breath deepening in anticipation, and dipped his head lower, spreading her gently with his fingers and teasing his tongue to her heated folds. He moaned and his eyes fell closed. He'd thought about this so much, thought about them doing it to each other, but never expected her to taste this good. He suddenly felt like he couldn't get enough and wanted more and more of her.

She moaned loudly, her fingers gripping at the bed covers. Iz fought to keep her hips from lifting off the bed, Campbell's tongue causing waves of pleasure to roll through her body. It wasn't taking much for Iz to be pushed to the edge, and she bit the inside of her cheek to try and stave off the orgasm.

"Jesus, James," she gasped.

James lapped his tongue over her clit, letting himself be lead by her moans. He probably could've come just from doing this to her, but he was fighting his own internal battle with his stamina. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling how wet she was for him and stroked her deep inside, his finger miming what he hoped to do to her with his cock. One thing he was determined with, however, was there was no way he was letting her away with just one orgasm. Always the attentive lover, he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he was capable of making her do so.

Her hips bucked as the first orgasm tore through her, a loud cry of his name tearing from her lips. Her inner muscles clenched with aftershocks around his finger, and she squirmed as he didn't let up, the sensations building again as a second orgasm rocked her body.

Iz moaned, the sound somewhere between praise for his oral skills, and pleading for more. None of her almost-husbands had ever given her multiples, and Isabel honestly didn't know what to do other than moan, and writhe and trip the bed covers to tight her knuckles were white.

James pulled away, licking his lips like he'd just enjoyed one of his most favourite meals. He crawled up her, watching her face closely through the aftermath of the orgasms and settled between her legs, his straining erection brushing against her wet folds. He knew some girls just weren't in to kissing after oral, so he smiled, letting her lead the way with that.

He reached over and plucked a condom from his bedside table. He always left a few within easy reach. He teased his lips over her ear for a few moments and then tore the wrapper open with his teeth. He had it on succinctly, barely breaking a moment in their embrace, then melted back against her.

He brushed his hand down her thigh and pulled her leg up to wrap around his waist, in the new position, he slid deeply into her with ease, breathing out her name as he lost himself in the sensations.

She didn't even think about it as she captured his mouth in a kiss, moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue. She would never admit to it, but tears pricked the back of her eyes as she finally felt him fill her. God it was good. She tilted her hips to try and take him as deeply as possible.

She couldn't get enough of him, her hands exploring every inch of skin. She raked her fingernails over his back, and stomach, leaving trails of red lines. She broke the kiss with another moan, her lips sliding down his jaw, and towards his collarbone as she tasted the salt in his skin.

James made a soft, breathy growling sound as he rocked his hips with slow thrusts into her. He pulled out, and drove back in at a slow pace. It was frustrating, but increased the pleasure ten-fold, ensuring to prolong it as much as possible. He didn't know how long he would last. He'd been on edge since they kissed on the deck of the boat, his erection coming and going all night since then.

He kissed her throat, panting against her ear. "You feel so fucking good," he whispered. "Waited so long for this."

"Not as long as me, loser," she murmured in response before she could stop herself, a shudder going through her at the feel of his breath on her ear. She dug her nails into the muscles of his arms, arching her back to press her breasts against his chest as she turned her head to meet his lips. "Having you inside me... Jesus, it's just... fuck."

James set a deeper and smoother rhythm and allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss to match. He wrapped his tongue around hers, drawing it into his mouth. He would eventually wonder why they didn't do this sooner, but now he was just focused solely on their mixed pleasure.

He was thrusting as deeply inside her as he could go, their sweat-slicked bodies writhing together amongst his expensive sheets. This is the sort of sex he enjoyed most. There was more to it than just raw sex, and whatever that more was, he couldn't get enough right now.

Her moans became more frequent, her body trembling and writhing under him as the desire coiled tightly in the pit of her stomach. She kissed him eagerly, her fingers knotting themselves in his blond hair. When she felt the onset of the orgasm, she broke the kiss so she could open her eyes and look at him. She kept her fingers in his hair, wanting him close as her hips bucked against his, and her toes curled as she cried out his name.

James watched her climax for the third time, feeling her inner muscles clench tightly and convulsively around his cock. He increased his pace in response, biting down hard on his lip as he tried to hold off that little bit longer. He moaned roughly, exhaling heavily through his nose as the tingles of warning pooled in his gut. He dropped his head down onto her shoulder with a hissed expletive and a few more erratic rolls of his hips. He sought out her lips again, both wrapped together in a tangle of arms and legs amongst the sheets, kissing her bruisingly as he exploded, his anticipated orgasm slicing through him and causing him to groan into her mouth.

Iz held him to her, in no way looking to untangle herself from the mess of sweaty limbs. She kissed him back, feeling more sated than she had done in a very long time. After sleeping with Michael there had been this sense of dread coupled with an urge to bolt from the bed, but with James... With James there was nothing but a delicious post-coital afterglow she just wanted to wallow in.

James moved just enough to withdraw from her and then melted in against her body, wrapping his arm around her stomach and letting his eyes fall close. He made a soft contented noise as he exhaled slowly. "Thanks," he said softly.

Isabel's eyes had fallen closed as well, a soft sigh escaping her as she covered his hands with hers. "What for?"

"For everything," he murmured.

Izzy's lips curved into a sleepy smile. "My pleasure, loser."

Isabel Owens
Original Character
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Co-written with agentcampbell and set directly after THIS RP