Forty-Five minutes to food

[nickytheprick]

Nicky picked Jillian up, carrying her to the couch. The bed was too far from the door and god forbid they missed their food delivery. They'd actually have to leave the house then. That would be a tragedy. No, really.

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[jillian_parker]

Jillian's hands were busy trying to rid Nicky's body of his shirt, her mouth moving over his jaw, and down his throat. She didn't have to worry so much about talking anymore, and really... kissing and tasting Nicky was so much better.

[nickytheprick]

He loved the way she kissed him. He'd already been madly in love with her before they'd ever kissed-her laugh and her eyes and her quick wit and the way her post its had taken over his house on the weekends she was there-but her kisses had sealed the deal even more completely. They made his breath catch in ways he'd always thought people were lying about. And it was his goal to leave her breathless as well, always.

He finished undressing her, his hands almost teasing as he stroked her skin slowly, a small smile playing over his lips as her skin warmed under his hands.

[jillian_parker]

She'd been in love with him the moment she'd set eyes on him. That first gig she'd gone to of SSATS had made her stomach do flips. Yes, he was gorgeous, but it was the way he moved, and his hands, and his voice, and... When she'd got to see him as more than the musician, it had been his dirty sense of humour, and his smile. His eyes, too. His eyes that made her shiver when she knew he was looking at her.

She shuddered under his touch, pushing his shirt down over his shoulders so she could trail more kisses over the exposed collarbone.

[nickytheprick]

He shrugged out of his shirt, needing her more with every passing second. He drew back just a little, looking deep into her eyes for a long moment before capturing her mouth in a deep kiss.