[ Jesse honestly wouldn't wish Jane to change for anything. It was her, exactly the way she is, that drew him in to begin with. She was always different to him--intriguing. The tattooless tattoo artist. He felt like he had to work to gain her affection and attention. It wasn't something given freely and, really, it shouldn't be. It should be something earned, which, is perhaps a lesson Jesse ought to learn. He's often too eager and willing to please, too trusting, and too readily accepting for his own good. So, yeah, he could definitely use Jane's protection from time to time, even though he'd never admit that. As much as he wants to be her knight in shining armor, there are moments that he could use someone in his corner, too. Which is probably why they work so well together, or had...of course, put two addicts together and poor decisions are bound to happen. He'd never meant things to go down the road that they had, though, and he's determined to use the time they have now to make things right. Or at least to learn from past mistakes and make better choices. Isn't that what redemption's all about?
Jesse shudders when he feels Jane's short nails trace along his spine, he other hand steadying and grounding him as it curls over the top of his freckled shoulder. He smiles back, but the expression drops away for his mouth to fall open at that delicious sound she makes when she half-sighs and half-speaks his name. Fuck. He could listen to that every day for all eternity and never get sick of it. His cock twitches inside of her, pulsing eagerly, and when she breathes that command "fuck me", he can't think of anything else he'd rather do.
Jesse's nose wrinkles up a little, teeth baring slightly as he pulls back nearly all the way and then slides home again. One of his palms is pressed to the mattress, fingers spread to create a stable base as the other moves down to grab a hold of Jane's leg behind her thigh so he can hike it up his hip some, changing the angle. He holds it there for a few strokes before letting go and using both hands for leverage against the mattress as he starts to thrust harder. He can't help the grunts that punctuate his movements. His eyes are half-lidded with lust, but he manages to keep them open enough to focus on Jane's face, nothing but adoration in his gaze. Yeah, they're in Hell, and he knows it's only a matter of time before some aphrodisiac causes her to climb into bed with someone else, but all he can hope for is that it's nothing like this. Like what they have. It dawns on him that he's only ever verbalized his love for her after she'd been gone, but he swallows that thought, shaking it free as he starts rocking his hips against her harder, faster, wanting her to feel every jarring collision of their bodies. She wanted him to fuck her, and Jane always gets what she wants. ]
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Jesse shudders when he feels Jane's short nails trace along his spine, he other hand steadying and grounding him as it curls over the top of his freckled shoulder. He smiles back, but the expression drops away for his mouth to fall open at that delicious sound she makes when she half-sighs and half-speaks his name. Fuck. He could listen to that every day for all eternity and never get sick of it. His cock twitches inside of her, pulsing eagerly, and when she breathes that command "fuck me", he can't think of anything else he'd rather do.
Jesse's nose wrinkles up a little, teeth baring slightly as he pulls back nearly all the way and then slides home again. One of his palms is pressed to the mattress, fingers spread to create a stable base as the other moves down to grab a hold of Jane's leg behind her thigh so he can hike it up his hip some, changing the angle. He holds it there for a few strokes before letting go and using both hands for leverage against the mattress as he starts to thrust harder. He can't help the grunts that punctuate his movements. His eyes are half-lidded with lust, but he manages to keep them open enough to focus on Jane's face, nothing but adoration in his gaze. Yeah, they're in Hell, and he knows it's only a matter of time before some aphrodisiac causes her to climb into bed with someone else, but all he can hope for is that it's nothing like this. Like what they have. It dawns on him that he's only ever verbalized his love for her after she'd been gone, but he swallows that thought, shaking it free as he starts rocking his hips against her harder, faster, wanting her to feel every jarring collision of their bodies. She wanted him to fuck her, and Jane always gets what she wants. ]