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Messengers and Forfeits

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Jack woke alone.

His bedroom was washed in grey morning light. The covers next to him had been thrown up in order to keep him warm and undisturbed. A glance over the side of the bed informed him that her undergarments were no longer there.

He made his eyes focus on the face of his watch. For the first time in ten hours, he wished he had insisted on playing chess. Her scent is still on him. She is still on him. He closed his eyes, tempted to forgo facing the day. After all, who would know?

He would.

The morning was supposed to come with laughter and the clanking of dishes. He was supposed to have been greeted with a mop of messy black hair and, if he played his cards right, more trouble. Another joke, another dare, another anything.

Instead, it was quiet.

In these moments of thinking, he had tended to essentials and splashed cold water on his face. Two drops raced beyond his neck and half-way down his chest before he captured them with a towel. He should shower and shave. He decided against it. It is his day off, after all. And it is the first since he and Phryne went undercover weeks ago.

His reflection spoke back to him. You weren't going to win this one. He had to agree.

What went wrong?

They didn't get much sleep in the end. She woke him up, what, three times? It was better than he could have ever imagined. The last time she woke him, he had been dreaming of flying. No, not flying. He had been dreaming of floating in the air. The currents were rolling under him in pillows. He dreamed the currents became warm and felt his attention driven back to his bed. When he came to, she had him in her mouth. All of him.

At the time, he felt manners required him to say that she didn't have to. Fortunately, his mouth wasn't working. He caressed the back of her neck, careful not to put any pressure on her. He got harder and as he did so, the twirls of her tongue along his shaft and across his head got bigger as well.

He knew her well enough to know that she did nothing she didn't want to. He put thoughts of stopping her away. She stopped on her own when she was ready but it was for the purpose of crawling against him. She made a blanket of her body. He wrapped his arms around her waist and received her lingering kiss. Their lips remained touching when she lowered herself onto him.

He groaned at the time.

Unlike the time before, now they moved slowly. It was like she had been in his dream with him and knew about the currents like pillows rolling under them. In this time of being together, they would simply let the movements unfold as they would and float away. He pulled closer to kiss her again.

That was when she said it.

"Jack, I love you."