[SH] The First Time - Part the Second (NC-17)

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He's beaming at her until she catches the slight slip of the tongue and the smile turns into an 'aw shucks/so busted look'.

Oops.

He can't lie to her now. It was easy to pretend when she had first arrived, since she had no reason to believe otherwise, and he was nervous enough that his body language masked the lie.

But now..."You, uh. You weren't supposed to find out until I took you back there. To uh...to check on the status of the paint drying."



She may or may not be suppressing a giggle; since she does it successfully it's hard to tell. But she is grinning. "Well, since you've managed to keep me out of your room, the surprise is still intact, even if the knowledge that there is a surprise isn't."

And he's being adorable again. Although, really, he's almost always adorable now, so it sort of goes without saying. So she smiles softly, brilliantly.



"Well, I hope it doesn't lose too much of its impact, now that you know there's another surprise," he says, grinning sheepishly.

And that's about the time when the music being played turns into a fair rendition of the song they first danced to. It's also when he stands and moves to her side of the table.

"May I have this dance?" he asks, holding a hand out to her.



"I can't imagine it..." Oh. Oh. "... would."

Oh.

So she stands and takes his hand, because the answer is "Of course." but it comes out in barely a whisper between smiles and shy blushing. She was way more poised when they first danced.

And then again, when they first danced, she had no idea with whom she was dancing, or what it would turn into. Knowing, now, she wonders what it will turn into this time. If she could possibly love him any more than she does at this moment, as she keeps her eyes on his and she smiles, blissfully happy.



He returns the smile as his fingers close round hers, and he tugs her away from the table. She may or may not notice Lorne call someone over so they can remove the chairs, along with the table and its contents so the couple can have the entire balcony to move around. And that marks the end of Lorne's part in tonight's festivities.

John's eyes never leave Inara's as he pulls her into the opening steps of the dance, holding her slightly closer than he had the first time.

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And any ideas he had of helping her in the area of cuffs and other assorted sundry fly out of his head as she unbuttons the shirt and caresses him. Those measured breaths take on a slightly breathless quality.

He swallows thickly, preparing to shrug out of the garment once the time to do so comes, and when he's finally shirtless, he pulls away to let a smouldering gaze rake over her face. He even sits up a little, giving her a chance to give him a once-over and appease that unknown need to see him stripped to the waist.

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Oh, she is definitely taking her time looking him over. First with eyes, taking in the curl of hair and the colors and tones of flesh and the few (very few) scars. Meeting his eyes again with something of a smouldering gaze of her own; clearly, she very much likes what she sees.

And then looking him over once again, this time with hands. Watching his face as she touches him, explores his body with her fingertips. Tracing down the curve of his shoulders now that the warmth of skin doesn't fade at the edge of his shirt. Tracing the lines and planes of his chest, over muscle and tracing the circle of a nipple and down over his abdomen, and then back up again.

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He fights to keep his breathing even, his eyes once more closing as she touches him. He swallows hard, as she highlights each contour, causing muscles to reflexively ripple under her fingers.

Teyla shouldn't be surprised is he redoubles his efforts at keeping to his physical training after this.

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Mmm. Curiosity satisfied at least for the moment, and there's more than a bit of satisfaction in the way she smiles. Her hands slide up and over his chest, looping lightly around his neck.

She'll let him catch his breath now, and just revel in the joy and glee of drawing those reactions from him, of being able to touch him like that, of just being with him.

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Once his breath is sufficiently caught, he leans down and kisses her lightly, carefully flipping them over so she's now the on on top of him. As much as he wants to continue exploring her, he's sorta done this before and he can't imagine her ever having the opportunity to simply play and not worry about her client's whims.

Besides, that look she had given him earlier has him curious as to what she'd do with him at her mercy...

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And the sad thing is, she really rather hasn't. For all her experience in bed John is the first person who has been her choice out of love, not out of the client registry. It puts everything in a different light, although she might be hard-pressed to find words to explain how different it feels.

She does make a little squeak noise of laughter or delight as he rolls them, settles herself over him with a soft and loving smile, idle fingertips brushing lightly over the curve of his shoulder as she ... well, plots, really. Some ideas she tucks away for later interludes, some... now.

The first thing is a kiss, slow and savoring the taste of him, as she shifts again to stretch out over him. The skirt of this gown thankfully gives her enough room to maneuver until their bodies are pressed together, the pose suggestive of being further along in the act of sex than they are. She can feel the heat of his body under hers, and she keeps her upper body just raised enough that the soft texture of her dress brushes his skin lightly every time she moves.

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As she finally settles over top him, his arms slide around her waist, giving her room to move as she will while still holding on to her. He kisses her back happily, even going so far as to arch into her body a bit, putting a little more pressure between their hips.

And the feel of her dress on his bare skin has him sighing and a little twitchy (in a good way!), wanting to pull her down all the way. But he doesn't. He lets the sensations drive him mad, instead.

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She doesn't quite moan as he shifts into her, but there's definitely a gasp. By the time they actually make their way around to it they're both going to be drowning in want.

She lets the kiss linger, tracing his cheek again with her fingertips and down over his neck, over his chest. Tracing lightly with her fingernails this time, just enough to feel the sensation of sharpness and not enough to make it an actual scratch. Moving back up again, as she breaks the kiss to trail kisses down, fingernails meeting the same spot as lips for a moment and then shifting so she can prop herself up on both hands as she trails kisses down his chest.

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He gasps softly as her nails trace over him. One hand comes up to smooth her hair back so it doesn't get in her way, his fingers threading lightly through the strands.

He sighs softly as she kisses his body, eyes closing at the delightful sensation. He could definitely get used to this...

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So could she, really. She likes the sound of that gasp, likes the way her touches bring hitches and sighs in the rise and fall of his chest under her mouth.

Kisses turn to nuzzles and teasing the tip of her tongue in wet lines and swirls, spirals. Her fingers curl lightly in the sheets as she explores him, flicking at a nipple with the tip of her tongue, feeling and listening for what kind of reactions this might bring for future reference.

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He moans quietly with the nuzzles and a tiny smile plays over his lips, and he chuckles very softly in delight as she explores with her tongue. As that tongue flicks at a nipple, the delight gives way to a sharp, quick intake of breath, letting her know without words that she could do that more to drive him crazy.

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It's almost like a tactical decision. Now informed, at least with a few minutes' worth of data, as to how he likes to be touched and teased, she can set to work. Which she does, scooting down a little further, working her way up more slowly from the waistband of his slacks and taking her time right up until she kisses him softly on the mouth, smiling with more than a little satisfaction.

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She's rewarded by more moans and gasps, his hands running up and down her back absently as he moves into each touch of her mouth, trying to maximize each contact point.

And as her lips settle on his, he kisses her back lovingly, arms wrapping around her.

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She's just about glowing now. Well, again. Goodness knows what afterglow will look like.

And as if the initial days and days of spending time together sleeping and waking, or the initial few hours of this spectacular evening weren't enough, she could fall in love all over again with the way he kisses her, the way he responds to her touches. It almost shouldn't be possible to feel quite this alive.

So she kisses him, and catches her breath.

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Being with a woman has never felt like this before, and he's a little dizzy just thinking about it. He's always thought of himself as an attentive and caring lover, and since he's never had any complaints, he has no reason to doubt the self-assessment.

But this was beyond transcendent. So much so, that all he can really do is kiss her, slowly, tenderly, deeply...he wishes they could just melt into one entity.

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She's never felt like this before either; apart from the enhancement to physical sensation that the emotional connection brings there's the strange surges of joy that make her tremble. And the head-spinning confusion of what to do, tempered by years of Companion training.

Her fingertips trace the angles of his face as they kiss, down the line of his jaw, light under the arch of his cheek. Learning all over again, realizing again that they're here, something.

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Somewhere in the middle of the kiss he decides it's his turn to see her. He's been nothing but patient, but now...his hands roam her back until they find what's holding the top half of it to her body....

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Which is, really, not much. The dress is bound over the shoulders with two decorative pins and undoing either or both of them will result in the only thing holding her top to her chest being the fact that she's resting against him. And from there it would be simple to slip it down her body...

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Once he discovers this and the pins are undone and set aside blindly, he does tug the fabric between them down, shivering a little at the scrape of fabric on his already sensitized skin, and the fact that her body is pressed to his making the sensation that more pronounced, as well.

Once they're skin to skin, even from the waist up, he can hardly believe it. His hands begin their slow exploration of her back almost immediately, his fingers tracing across the small of her back and up and down her spine.

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She wriggles a little to assist the whole disrobing process, although it's at least partially shivering, herself, at the cool air and the sudden sensation of warm skin on warm skin and.

There's another little surge of amazement and joy that has her shivering when he touches her. The fact that it's his hands on her body elevates it from physical pleasure to something that could be called ecstacy.

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He commits to memory every contour as his fingers trace over each muscle, each fold of skin. He leaves nothing untouched, and as his brings his hands ovr her shoulders to the nape if her neck, he trails a feather light touch down her spine until her clothing prevents him from going further.

His fingers follow her waist to her sides, finger tips lightly brushing back up to her arms before he flattens his hands on her skin to run up her arms, gently urging her to straighten them above his head so he can grasp her wrists as he rolls them back over.

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By the time he's at the upper edge of her dress she's definitely trembling, just a little, with the fine sensations his touches evoke. And she does stretch out, sighing a little as they shift on the bed, eyes closed for the shift until they open to look up at him.

There's really a sort of innocent wonder about it, a shyness that has absolutely nothing to do with their bodies and everything to do with being this open to him, with them sharing this part of life together.

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He looks down at her, propped up on his elbows, still not venturing to let his gaze fall below her neck. He smiles, then, and it has a very subtle, playful hint to it. He's going to have fun with this.

Slowly, each move deliberate and lingering, he kisses her lightly before repeating his previous gestures of kissing up her jaw, and down her neck, but instead of trailing down to the top of where her bodice would have been, he licks up her throat and repeats the process, this time going down the other side.

And there, at the base of her throat, he pauses for a moment.

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She smiles softly back, one eyebrow arched very slightly with curiosity...

... that dissipates as he moves. As her eyes close and her skin tingles again at the difference between the heat of his mouth and the cool of the air that passes over her skin in his wake. There may be a sigh. There's definitely a shiver.

And in that moment one hand curls tight in the sheets, the other reaching up to stroke down the back of his neck. There's a delightful little tension there in not knowing what he's going to do next.

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Which is when he does kiss down her chest and between her breasts, nipping a little as he does so. He bypasses exploration of the soft mounds of flesh for now, opting instead to continue down the center of her body.

As he gets near her navel, he shifts his weight so he doesn't need his arms to hold him up, his hands starting at her shoulders and then moving down in a slow, brushing caress which only hesitates over her breasts before moving down.

And as they move down, his nuzzles her tummy affectionately before his kisses reach her waist, and he gently rolls up so he's straddling her and looking down at her, his hands resting lightly on her stomach.

This is where he finally does get a good look at her, and he smiles tenderly.