Fallon was all too aware of her freshly minted nickname as the first of what would be many breathy sighs fell from her lips. Banshee. Jess had meant it teasingly, but she remained confused nevertheless. How was she supposed to remain silent while his hands and mouth were moving like so? His teeth grazed along her skin and Fallon bit the inside of her lip to refrain from sighing again, though her head fell to the side to allow him greater access. Merlin, her mouth would be bloody by the time they were done if this became her only method of obtaining silence.

One hand laced through his hair and the other danced between his shoulder blades and back as he continued to move against her. Her fingers tugged at his locks unknowingly whenever a rougher touch was offered. Fallon hadn't the slightest idea how Jesse could already know so much about bringing someone pleasure without having prolific lovers (though she fully intended on asking ... later) but she was victim to it all the same.

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   Jesse Hatchitt

Jess had enough experience (nothing prolific ) to read what was and wasn't working. Every sigh, every time her hand tightened in his hair was a good indicator he was on the right path. Plus he trusted she'd let him know if he'd misstepped.

He leaned back just enough to bring his second hand around to continue to work on the buttons of her shirt and found her biting her lip. Amused as he was by the effort, Jess had thoroughly enjoyed her volume last time— and unless she was worried her roommate might hear, he didn't see the point. After finishing off the buttons he slid one hand along her skin, fingertips skimming along her side, across her collarbone, up her neck until he could sweep his thumb across her swollen bottom lip. Gently he shook his head and made a disapproving little hum before leaning in to press a firm kids to her lips.

As much as he enjoyed their current position (and he could teach her to make the most of it another time), Jess needed better access to her and so he wrapped his arms rightly around her, one around her back, the other beneath her, effectively lifting her to move them to a more comfortable spot on the bed, not entirely unlike last time. He had every intention of continuing his slow torture, but not before he had full access.

He slid one hand under the collar of her shirt, sliding it off completely before he laid her down. Allowing himself another appreciative look, Jess closed the gap between them once more.

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Her brows furrowed in mild confusion at his hum. Drawing back from the kiss with some difficulty (it was so easy to lose herself in him, after all), Fallon looked at him as if to study his reaction to her next question. "Are women meant to offer signs of their enjoyment?" She asked with some embarrassment and her cheeks flushed red. Surely. If they were all women would be banshees and therefore not worth commenting upon.

Shifting beneath him, Fallon leant up on her elbows, her bare chest grazing his shirt covered one in the process. "This is all still very new to me..." she continued on however awkwardly. "I want you to be equally as pleased as me." More, really. Fallon wanted him to be so thrilled with their lovemaking he never regretted her choice, either. Something he likely was at the present moment.

  

Pausing a moment like this was not easy, but Jess forced himself to take a deep breath and shake off the haze of desire for a moment. Another moment where he needed to choose his words carefully. They were mismatched in experience, which was to be expected and Jess didn't want her to feel awkward about it.

Gently he rolled off to the side to lay next to her, pulling her with him. With one hand he trailed his fingers along her arm, tracing between her freckles, as he thought through it. "It's kind of hard not to, isn't it?" He chuckled. Even he couldn't remain totally quiet during the height of things. "I think it's entirely up to you, but it does help me to know if I'm doing something right." How else was he supposed to know? In some respects she probably didn't even know until it happened.

"I know, but I also know you're a quick learner. We're both still figuring out the other and I enjoy getting to know what works for you." He looked over at her with a bit of a smirk. "I am, believe me." He assured her quickly. What man wouldn't be? She was gorgeous, a willing and eager participant. Even though she didn't quite know what she was doing, some of it came without thought, on instinct. Every tug on his hair, the nails on his back, her body pressed against his, she didn't know she was doing it, but it definitely turned him on.

"There's a give and take to it, right now I'm a little more on give, it'll come along." With practice and a little bit of trial and error. They had to be careful about how often, considering neither one of them was in the market for a babe out of wedlock, he supposed that could be remedied easy enough, but he also knew it would have a huge impact on her career and he wasn't about to put her in that position. "I also get an immense amount of satisfaction from eliciting every sound of you, if that helps." Things would come around to where it was a little more even and even then, not every time.

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Well, there was her confirmation at his suspected experience, she supposed. Jesse had too much restraint to still be a green boy, a fact further proved by how readily he removed himself from her. Fallon pitied the women he'd left in his past, for after sampling what bedding Jesse was like she doubted many men were similar. His past lovers would have to content themselves with mediocre touch and half as handsome lovers. The shame.

"It is," she confirmed. Most times, the short whimpers and moans were elicted from her before Fallon knew they had filled the air. The only time she was aware of the noises was when she was saying his name, and even then it came across more huskily than intended. "I don't think you could do wrong," Fallon chuckled lightly and reached over to graze her hand on his cheek. "If you can, I fear what it is." Even his rough touch felt amazing. Short of their encounter being too rushed Fallon couldn't envision a scenario where she didn't enjoy him.

She inched towards him until her curled arm touched his chest. "You'll show me what makes you scream like a banshee, then?" Fallon teased, still not wholly certain women did such things but that there was something wrong with her. "I might not have been a Ravenclaw, but I was always a very eager student."

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   Jesse Hatchitt

Pleased that her fears seemed soothed for the moment, Jess took a moment to simply breathe her in. It was nice to lay here and talk about intimate details, just the two of them, no other concerns or worries from anywhere else getting in the way.

Her confidence in his skills were amusing to him. Realistically he hadn't any idea if he was an exemplary lover or not, but in his handful of encounters of this nature, he hadn't heard anything negative. He'd always been the kind to be thorough in whatever he did, so this was unlikely to be any different. Jess didn't see the point in doing anything if you didn't do it well.

The last comment had him leaning back to laugh earnestly. He had to give her points for that one. Slowly he trailed his free arm down her body and hooked it behind her leg, bringing it to rest across his hip. With their bodies pressed together so closely it was hard to miss his obvious arousal from the last few minutes. "I'm not particularly loud, don't think I'm hard to read either, but I'm sure I can teach you a thing or two." He chuckled, a low throaty sound. "I will tell you though," He started as he leaned in again, going for her bare shoulder with his lips, hands beginning to wander again. "That if you like something, I probably will too." That could give her a place to start until she built up some confidence.

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She followed his guidance with no hesitation, her foot resting on the back of his knee. Despite having felt his (and Lachlan's, for that matter) arousal before, she still released a small gasp at the sensation. The firmness of men would take some getting used to, especially after two and a half decades at only knowing her own soft flesh.

"Only two?" Fallon asked with a raised brow. They had only been intimate like this for days and already Fallon had learned more than two things about her likes and dislikes — her primary like being his wandering touch. Her hands worked on his buttons until the shirt was untucked and flayed open. Immediately, her palms were warm against his chest, fingers dragging along his skin wherever they might roam.

Her hips moved against his instinctively and Fallon lifted his chin to kiss him once before ducking her own head down to mouth along his jaw. "You have low expectations," Fallon murmured into his ear.

  

Jess would be lying if he said her taking charge didn't do it for him. Hands hot and possessive on his skin, hips pressed into his, that husky whisper at his ear renewed the desire that had lulled during conversation. "I'm a simple man," He assured her, with a hum of satisfaction as he debated his options.

With one arm pinned beneath him, he couldn't do much, but he was enjoying her burst of confidence. He could let her dictate the situation for a few minutes. He was used to being the one leading the way, so was content to let her have her fun. He hummed out a low sound of approval, letting his one free hand continue to wander, fingers digging into her skin as she hit a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. It was a delightful little turn of events.

He was itching to lose the rest of the layers between them however, mostly so he could get his hands on those legs of hers, already addicted to her soft skin and the feel of it beneath his palms. He gave a suggestive tug at the waistband of her pajamas, pulling at the tie holding them up.

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She nipped along his jaw to the hidden spot behind his ear, taking great satisfaction in the few sounds elicted from him. Her hands edged the sleeve of his free arm down and off until the shirt was only caught on the arm pinned beneath them. One day, when they had a home of their own and were free to explore without the lingering guilt over Lachlan and fear of Malou accidentally overhearing (an unlikely possibility but having never tested the soundproofing charm in her bedroom a possibility nevertheless), Fallon would insist they take their time. Each button undone would be met with fluttered kisses, the sleeves edged off would be followed by dancing fingertips. Tonight, though, they were both too far into the pool of desire to pull back into such slowness.

Fallon pulled away far enough to quickly shrug off her pants with a pointed look sent his way for him to do the same. She refused to be the only nude one of them both, at least not when they hadn't discussed differently.

  

Jess let out a clear sound of approval as she tugged the bottoms to her pajamas off. Merlin, he would never get tired of that sight. Tonight he got to enjoy and explore a little more as well, but he didn't miss her look that clearly said, you next. Chuckling, he pushed up to his knees, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing it down at her playfully.

Fair was fair after all, and though it was a little brighter in the room than he was used to for such activities, it wasn't as if he was ashamed of his body. Jess was pretty fit these days, had always been lean, but he'd filled out as an adult, toned from work. Still there was that initial hesitation, but he followed through, moving back in quickly because he was deprived of her skin against his and that simply wouldn't do.

He nudged her knees apart and indulged himself in running his hands up her legs, he leaned down to follow up with his lips, fully intending to take control of the situation again. Nothing would please him more than getting her going again and he had a couple of ideas, but had to test the waters first. He glanced up at her quickly, gaging her reaction carefully.

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The month of inactivity had caused some softness to land itself onto her hips and thighs, though not nearly enough for it to be noticeable to anyone but herself. While not the long limbs of some of her taller friends, Fallon's legs were otherwise largely muscular and toned, her calves having firm definition to them. Years of physical work didn't allow for extra weight to exist for long, even when she ate as well as Malou's cooking.

Any disappointment she felt about him not removing his trousers vanished as her eyes raked over his chest. Small pink scars she hadn't noticed last time were only barely distinguishable in this light, from a rake maybe? Jesse had blamed farm equipment for his many injuries and these markings were undoubtedly trailed down in a straight line. Fallon gently smoothed over each healing scar. His wounds could've been so much worse.

Jesse had other plans it seemed than dwelling on his injuries. Fallon's concerned gaze turned questioning as he kissed her legs. He had surprised her last time with his use of fingers, but surely he didn't intend to follow with his mouth. She reached for whatever expanse of him she could, her hand landing just above his knee, her eyes wide with anticipation.

  

Their eyes met and Jesse didn't see any hesitation lingering in hers. It was enough to bolster his plan into action. She may have wanted to ensure that this was as equally as pleasurable for him, but little did she know that he was perfectly content on this side of things.

Logistically, their current spot on the bed wouldn't quite work and so Jess backed toward the end of the bed, hands on her hips, pulling her with him. From his better leverage point he looked down at her again before sinking to his knees on the floor. Gently he slid his hands along her legs (which were quickly growing to be one of his favorite features of hers) nudging them up and apart.

He cast her one more look to see if she wanted him to stop, waiting a beat, before resuming where he left off. Starting by her knee, he brushed his lips down her inner thigh, hands holding her in place so she couldn't squirm away. Once he was close enough to his destination, he started gently with his fingers, letting her acclimate to the sensation before replacing them with his tongue.

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Oh.

Although, she had briefly wondered if this was his plan, Fallon hadn't believed it to be true until the first swipe of his tongue. Already, her muscles were steel rods of tightly coiled tension that nearly snapped at the new sensation. Merlin. She hadn't ever known people to do such things, hadn't ever even thought it a possibility, and yet he was moving as though this was the most sure activity in the world.

Fallon's head fell back onto the mattress, one hand wound its way through his hair as the other gripped her bedspread. Her legs shifted further apart with her heels gaining purchase on his sides. Merlin, where had he learned this?! Why would such a pleasurable experience be so frowned upon to the public? Her fingers tugged at his hair as one particular swipe made her her knees tremble.

  

Watching her, smiling to himself, Jesse gave her a few more minutes of very specific attention before the ache in his groin was too much to ignore. Easing back, he smirked and detangled her fingers from his hair. He ran his hands along her thighs again and then one up through his hair as he stood back up. Looking at her now, skin flushed, breathing heavy, he was quite pleased with himself. He'd only done that once before and was probably well out of practice in a lot of respects. Still, she didn't seem to mind.

In an effort to keep the moment going, one she said she wanted to be memorable, Jess reached back to undo his own pants and slip them off finally. Her bed was at just the right height... Indulging himself once more, his hands were hot and a little possessive on her skin, fingers digging into her hips, he pulled her toward him again. Making sure she had somewhere comfortable to keep her legs (he had thoughts on that too) he positioned himself at her entrance and gently slid into her. He knew this was still new and he had to take it easy at first, which was, at this point a little easier said than done, but he managed to keep the rhythm steady to begin with, keeping an eye on her reactions before changing anything.

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She whined at the loss of contact, too lost in the haze of desire now to feel self conscious about any noises made. Her eyes popped open, her darkened brown gaze followed his motions as his pants hit the floor. Merlin, he was beautiful. All long limbs and taut muscles, an all-too attractive handsome man that loved her. She could have screamed from the rooftops if she wasn't already nearly screaming in the confines of her bedroom.

Her legs dangling down the sides of the bed was awkward. In their current position, her toes could only just barely touch the floor and without any way to steady herself their position would shift with every movement. And, given how good this new position felt (Fallon didn't even know other positions were possible, clearly she was in for some kind of overwhelming awakening) she didn't want to move from it just yet.

Lifting her legs instinctively, Fallon fumbled for a second on where to place them. Flat against him made the most sense, but that would leave her feet near his face. The complete opposite of attractive. Eventually, she hooked her knees over his arms and reached to grip his wrists in her hands. She just wanted to touch him however and wherever possible.

  

Jess had assumed (whoops) that there was some sort of edge after the mattress for her to help hold herself up, but she figured it out pretty quickly and he adjusted accordingly. His hold on her hips was less than gentle, if only to keep her from scooting away from him up the bed. Her grip on his forearms was equally as bruising. Not that he minded.

Somehow he managed not to get too ahead of himself, keeping the pace easy for a few moments, though it was becoming increasingly difficult with every sound that escaped her lips. Jess leaned in a little more, testing her flexibility, and brought her legs up to his shoulders for a different leverage point. Now he could let his hands wander again, over her legs, up her torso, rough palms against smooth skin. He could feel himself nearing the end and stifled a groan by pressing his lips to her calf.

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