[for gwen]

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[DATED TUESDAY FEB 27]

Jack was antsy. Anticipatory. She hadn't asked him to fuck her. This wasn't just some quick tryst that didn't mean anything other than enjoying each other for a bit. No...Jack knew some things had significance above and beyond others.

And he wasn't ever accused of doing something like this wrong.

He had the record player on, softly playing Glenn Miller. He had a few candles lit around the room, the flames dancing as the sunset gave way to twilight and then to darkness. He even dressed for the occasion...as the night grew cooler, he pulled on his topcoat and walked out to the balcony to wait.

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If Jack thought he was antsy, he was nothing compared to Gwen, who had been fretting almost since he left her that afternoon. In fact, she could scarcely believe she'd been calm about it all earlier when she'd asked... Well, she could scarcely believe she'd asked at all, but there was definitely no regrets about that.

The clothes bin has only been giving her retro clothing for quite awhile now, and it's been on a bit of a dress binge for close to a month. When she was picking through the offerings earlier that day, she wondered whether it knew something she didn't. It had attempted to give her five or six leopard-print ensembles before she finally found a simple strapless dress with a sweetheart bodice. Like everything else it gives her, the dress is green, but thankfully it's dark emerald and not neon. Furthermore, she has stockings -- Real, bona fide silk stockings -- with garters and all.

Gwen hears the music first, and by the time she catches sight of Jack, she's already smiling. The fact that he's waiting for her and all decked out sends a brief flush to her cheeks as she carefully climbs the stairs. There's not much in the way of bath and beauty products to be found on the island, but she's freshly-scrubbed and has her long hair styled with a red hibiscus tucked behind her right ear. She'd not been sure about the flower, but had come to the conclusion that silly or not, it had to stay.

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He watched her coming up and smiled, leaning against the wall. His eyes travelled from the flower to the dress, to her throat whare she was wearing the tooth. Still. At that, he smiled a bit wider. He waited until she got to the top before he held out his hand.

"Hi."

That was all.

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Almost shy, Gwen slips her hand into Jack's. "Hi," she replies, and fidgets just a bit under his gaze. Maybe she should have left the flower. Yes, yes she thinks she definitely should have left the flower. Or not.

"Beautiful night," she adds, at a bit of a loss but smiling all the same. "You look dashing."

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"And you're as gorgeous as ever," he replied, pulling her closer and stroking her cheek lightly with the back of his fingers as he looked into her eyes. "Would you like to dance with me?"

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It's difficult to not flush at the praise, and had Jack's fingers not been against her cheek Gwen would have ducked her head to hide it. As it is, she holds his gaze a long moment and then nods once. "I would, yeah," she confirms, smiling. The entire situation feels completely surreal.

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Jack pulls her back, leading her into the center of the room. Taking her hand he smiles again, then pulls her close. Clarinet and brass play a muted tune as he begins to sway.

"I like your flower. Women used to wear them all the time, you know?"

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His body's warm and familiar, and Gwen's resisting burying her face against his neck just to smell him. "No, I didn't know that," she replies, reaching uncertainly up to feel where the flower's tucked behind her ear. "I wasn't certain about wearing it, to be honest. Thought it might be a bit hokey. But I'm glad you like it."

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"It isn't hokey. It's gorgeous," he says, turning her swftly. "Like you."

His arms are strong and she's light and solid and so close he can see the pulse thumming lightly at the curve of her throat. It's all just small talk. Chatter to ease the transition from friends to lovers.

Chatter, coupled with his lips ghosting over that pulse, breathing her in to remember soap and hibiscus and her.

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"Thank-" Gwen's voice halts as his lips skim over her skin unexpectedly. She sucks in a sharp breath and then slowly exhales as she slips a hand up to the back of his neck. "-you." God, but he smells amazing, and it doesn't matter that she's been this close to him a hundred times before. Still her body lights up like a Christmas tree.

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"Mmm, you're welcome," he whispers, kissing the jut of her chin and then her lips. Just once, and lightly. His hand moves to her lower back, then just a bit lower to settle on her tailbone. "You're a very good dance partner, Gwen."

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"I think you may be a bit biased, Captain," Gwen points out with a smirk, her fingers sliding up into his hair. For a moment, she feels almost outside of herself, as if she's watching this transpire like all the unbelievable events on the film reels under her bed. Her eyes close, just for a couple a seconds, and she forces herself back into the present.

This is Jack, her Jack, and it's real. She doesn't want to miss this, even if the idea of his hand so casually against her bum is a bit mind-boggling.

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"Maybe I am...doesn't mean it's a lie," he replies, his hand settling even lower and pulling her hips tight to his. "It's not about the steps, you know. It's if you enjoy it and have a good partner."

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The press of his hips flush against her own makes Gwen's breath catch in her throat, but she's promising herself she's not going to be some kind of wilting flower simply because this is Jack. They're so close now that they're hardly actually dancing anymore, at least not the in traditional sense, and Gwen pulls him forward by the back of the neck so that she can kiss him properly, her lips parting easily to taste him.

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He kisses bac, slow and deep to taste her, to feel everything he can. The roughness of her tongue, the smooth hardness of her teeth, the willing give of her lips. Carefully, still with the illusion of dancing, he leads her back to the bed and without looking he reaches up to pluck the flower frombehind her ear and lays it on the side table without a sound.

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That was such a very Jack thing to do that for Gwen the line between what she left behind and what she has now has gone completely blurred. One man, her Jack, and maybe it's a little scary and maybe she's a little nervous but it's okay because it's him. Of course, he's also the reason it's scary in the first place. This is no quick, meaningless shag.

"Mmm," she intones as she smiles against his lips, and then leans back just enough that she can peer up at him. "You know, I forgot my pyjamas."

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He looks down at her and smiles, his eyes closing slowly and the thought of her naked beside him in bed is obviously what's running through his mind.

"Good," he purrs, hands caressing her back and finding the zipper, pulling it down as he kisses the corner of her mouth, then her jawline up to her ear. "They'd just get in the way."

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The dress is strapless and so she's got no bra on underneath, and Gwen can't quite help holding her breath as Jack's hands move against her back, unzipping the fabric. It's not that she's shy, precisely, because she's actually rather proud of her body and knows she looks quite well unclothed, but this is Jack, and he's never so much as seen her topless before.

At length, her lips part and she finally exhales warm against his ear. The sound is decisive and vaguely relenting.

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Zipper down, he pushes the dress off slowly so he can feel the curve of her body even though the microns of fabric keep him from touching bare skin. His hips are still swaying to the music as he breathes softly against her cheek. There seems like there should be something to say, something sweet.

Maybe he'll think of something in a minute.

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"Let me," Gwen says, confidence springing from some unknown well as she settles her hands over Jack's to relinquish the dress from him. Two steps back, and she tosses the weight of her hair over her shoulders before letting the fabric slip down her hips to pool dark against the floor at her feet.

A pause then, because she's decided she wants him to really see her, to get a nice, long look at her in nothing but garters and stockings and heels, so that he'll know he's not the only one who's been thinking about this for awhile. So that he'll know there's more to her than the damsel in distress.

She steps from the dress, but doesn't move any closer, not just yet, bottom lip caught against her teeth and skin flushed as she quietly watches Jack, and waits.

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"God," he says breathlessly. "Look at you." Of course, his eyes drop to her hips, to those fading bruises, but he only lingers there for a moment. The rest of her is far more engaging.

The weight of his coat was almost oppressive and he shrugged it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a heap. "Just...look at you," he says again, stepping forward to begin at her hips and draw his hands up until the heft of her breasts is cradled in his palms.

"You're perfect."

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The flush in Gwen's cheeks deepens, bright against pale, freckled skin, and her bottom lip slips from beneath her teeth as she exhales heavily at his touch. "Thank you," she breathes, watching his face as his gaze travels over her body. Just now she's patient, because the situation requires it, because they have to do this right. But it's increasingly difficult to not want his hands all over her.

"You're still dressed," she points out with a coy arch of her brows. "That won't do."

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"Then return the favor," he purrs, fingers moving through her hair as he takes a half a step back so she has access to his buttons and so he could look at her. In the flickering light of the candles, the dips and peaks and curves and mounds of her body are accented and she seems more real than real.

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With slow deliberation, Gwen lifts her fingers to Jack's throat and begins unfastening the buttons of his shirt. Her attention is focused completely on what she's doing rather than the way he's watching her, as otherwise she'd never finish. His gaze has a way of pushing all logical thought straight out of her brain.

Buttons finished, Gwen carefully reaches around Jack's waist to gently pull his shirt free of his trousers and then repeats the motion for the front before pushing her hands up over the warm expanse of his chest so that she can part the fabric and let it slide free from his shoulders. One hand slips to the front of his trousers and there hesitates as she lifts shadowed green eyes to his face again.

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He can't do anything but watch her. Her touch is electric and he can feel his heart speed up. His fingers tremble, eager to reach out and hold her, touch her, learn all the places that will make her breath catch and her voice escape in small mewling cries.

But he's got more experience at controlling himself than most people...in any time. That's about all that keeps him still, even though he does close his eyes and tip his head back as she touches him. "Please," he whispers, urging her on.

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It's a bit of a trip to realize that this reaction is for her, because of her, and for just a moment Gwen simply takes in the sight of Jack pleading for her to continue. He's always made her bold, and as her fingers unfasten his trousers she leans in, unable to resist the golden expanse of his neck. Fingertips slide easily between fabric and warm flesh as her mouth finds his throat with just the faintest rasp of teeth.