[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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Which is what he figures out after a few minutes of gently running his fingers over her hair. He takes the same amount of care pulling each pin and the circlet out as she did putting them in. No need to cause undue pain, after all.

Each bit that comes out gets put on the bed-side table, and once it's all gone, he runs both hands through her hair carefully a few times before cupping her face and kissing her, this time with a little more ardour.

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She smiles a little more, soft and relaxing, closing her eyes again as he runs his fingers through her hair. With the exception of only one person, everyone she's ever met with long hair has enjoyed having their hair played with. She is certainly not the exception.

Her fingers trace softly above his neck over his collar as she kisses him back, letting him take control of the kiss, pliant and most willing without being too eager. Down the collar of his shirt and down to unbutton the few outer buttons. And then, letting that gesture stand, sliding her fingers through his hair because she loves to do so.

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And that unbuttoning makes him realize that the jacket is stupid. Whoever decided that a jacket needed to be a part of the dress uniform ought to be shot.

Which is why he's letting his hands fall from her face to get rid of the damn thing. Once it's gone, one hand resumes its post cupping her chin while the other slides around her waist.

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She smiles against his mouth, doesn't quite chuckle as she settles into his arm a little more.

Since he's lost the jacket it makes it easier for her to rest her palm over his heart, feel the warmth of his chest through his shirt. Little gestures, little things that add up into big things, flushed and pleasurable things.

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He has an idea of what he'd like to do next, and he gives her a taste of it by leaving her mouth to nibble up her jaw to her ear and finally nuzzling her neck very lightly. The hand under her chin trails down, fingers lightly brushing over her skin to the top of her bodice.

They linger there for a fraction before he smooths his hand over the side of her breast and around to her back, gently moving her so he can lay her down on the bed.

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Mmm, and she does like the way he's thinking, if the soft little whimper as his fingers brush over her skin is anything to go by.

She settles back on the bed as he lays her down, her gaze somewhere between amused and intrigued. Her fingers move to play at his buttons, then undo the tie, then back to the buttons. She suddenly has a desire to see what's under there. Not necessarily his entire nude body (although he's certainly indicated that's on the agenda) just, what he looks like stripped bare to the waist.

It puts a brief impish flash in her eyes as she smiles up at him, one hand abandoning his shirt to brush a caress over his cheek.

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Her indecision on whether to go for the tie or the shirt has him amused, and he grins down at her. He uses one hand to loosen the knot on the tie for her, so she can do with it what she will.

And he won't take away her privilege of unbuttoning the shirt, so if she wants to go exploring in that direction, she's more than welcome to.

And he's a good boy and make no comment about how ties are not leashes, or something.

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It's probably a good thing. If he made a comment like that she'd be off in a fit of giggles at least for a moment.

She grins back up at him playfully, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. And, well. Since he's already started, she goes ahead and undoes the tie and slides it off his neck. Slowly, gently, a little forward so that the fabric just brushes over the back of his neck and makes that a caress, too.

And then she tosses it over where he left his jacket. Stripping down is as much about the small things as about the large, after all.

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His grin widens into a smile as she discards the tie, his eyes closing briefly. He rewards her with another nuzzle, this one a touch playful, but still soft and teasing.

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She closes her eyes, a breathless little sound of quiet laughter for a moment as she flattens her hands lightly over his stomach before sliding them around his waist, holding him gently.

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His nuzzling turns into soft kisses, which he trails down her neck. He traces his tongue down her collar bone; once at the base of her throat he kisses his way down until he hits fabric, then trails his tongue back up, then over the other collar bone, kissing back up her neck until he's nuzzling the other ear.

And yes, he takes his sweet time doing this. You expected anything less?

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Oh. Yes. Yes.

It's teasing, and it's tantalizing, and it's wonderful. Her fingers curl a little into the back of his shirt, tight, and there's a soft little wisp of a moan that escapes as he eases back to nuzzling.

She'll allow herself to keep that tension for a moment before she uncurls her hands and smooths them over his back, relaxing. Trailing a light fingertip along his spine, over the shirt, catching her breath.

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Her reaction has him slightly breathless, too. He flicks his tongue out to moisten the spot behind her ear before brushing his lips over her cheek to lick at her lips.

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She rather wants to tug him in closer and devour him in a kiss. Doesn't, in favor of parting her lips slightly for his mouth for a moment, and then kissing him swiftly, catching his lip between her teeth in a playful nipping sort of gesture.

And then she kisses him again and then it's her turn to nuzzle lightly at his cheek. Trailing soft little kisses down his jaw, nipping lightly at the curve of neck and shoulder and listening, feeling out his responses.

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A tiny quirk of a smile, as much as he can manage, with her nipping on his lip like that, but the smile is replaced by the closing of his eyes and a tiny breathless moan to match the ones she was giving him not too long ago as she nuzzles and nips down his neck.

He may even shiver ever so slightly at the feel of her lips on his skin.

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Male formal clothing leaves less room to maneuver than female, as a general rule. Still, she makes do with what skin is available for her to taste, to touch, lightly swirling the tip of her tongue at the hollow of his throat, interspersing kisses and nips until she's on the other side, tracing the curve of his ear with the tip of her tongue and then finishing with a soft little kiss over his cheek.

She definitely likes the sound of that little moan. Likes the feel of his response, and may be smiling a little against his cheek.

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The breath he didn't know he was holding is let out slowly as she finishes with the kiss on the cheek, eyes still closed. He can't be certain, but he thinks the temperature just jumped several degrees, and the shirt is starting to feel a little stifling.

He takes several deep, slow breaths as he moves to rest his cheek against hers. Yep, it's a good thing they're going slow. He'd hate it if either one of them passed out from the intensity he knows they can (and will!) reach.

And he's also distantly aware of trying to undo the cuffs of one sleeve with his teeth...not urgently, but methodically, to maximize success in actually undoing the damned thing.

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For a moment she just rests there, settling again, letting him settle because she can hear the measured breaths, too measured to be naturally slow and even. There may be a still-innocent young woman somewhere in the back of her mind who is bouncing around in delight at being able to cause such a reaction in her lover. Her first, true lover.

After a few moments listening to him catch his breath she can't quite suppress the chuckle, but she does start to work on his shirt. Undoing each button down his front slowly, accompanied by much unnecessary touching and stroking. Well, unnecessary for undoing buttons, at least. For the purposes of this evening she would consider it very necessary.

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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.