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[She opens her mouth obligingly, pushing her fingers up into his hair and tangling them in the strands. She brushes her tongue with his shyly.]

[He smirks and shifts, one hand straying down to her hip-- not to start anything so much as to see how she reacts.]

[There's no protest from her. In fact, she moves just a little to accommodate him.]

[One thumb begins to stroke her hipbone as Jack settles carefully atop her, kissing enthusiastically.]

[She makes a quietly pleased sound in the back of her throat. Her other hand goes up to his cheek, her thumb stroking across his cheekbone.]

[He grins at that, turning his head to begin kissing her a bit more gently. Shifting, he straddles her hips-- half to test her limits, half because he just wants to lay like that.

[Her eyes open and her lips pause as he moves. She glances down at him, trying to see how he's adjusting himself...but he isn't intruding on her and isn't making her uncomfortable. She closes her eyes again, nipping tenderly at his lower lip.]

That's all right?

[He murmurs it, not pulling away from her-- but he does pause, not moving his hips, his hands staying still on her shoulders.]

[She opens her eyes again and looks up at him, her lips barely parted from his. She nods.]

Mmhm. I'm all right.

Good.

[He begins moving down, kissing at her neck, nipping lightly there.]

[She colors just slightly at the motion, shifting under him. She smiles.]

Jack...

Mm?

[She squirms a bit beneath him, but her voice is full of mirth. She runs a hand down his back.]

Nothing.

[He shivers, his back arching like a cat against her hand. It's a reaction he looks mildly embarrassed about a moment later, and makes up for by kissing her once again.]

[She smiles slyly, tilting her head back for him. She shivers as well, swallowing.]

Jesus.

[He stares down at her for a moment, looking stunned-- and then darts forward, kissing her neck with renewed vigor. Between kisses, he begins murmuring, his free hand running through her hair.]

God, you're beautiful-- I don't say that enough to you, but you are, you really are-- beautiful and brave and clever as hell--

[Alice stiffens, but not out of revulsion. Physical contact like this is always a little overly stimulating for her, exciting, and she smiles. Her hand brushes his shoulder and squeezes affectionately.]

You do, though--

[She's sure she's blushing now.]

You're wonderful, Jack.

[He laughs a bit breathlessly, his thumb brushing over his cheek.]

Too much?

[She shakes her head, pulling him close.]

Not necessarily. It's simply... I'm not used to it, still.

[He noses against her.]

I keep forgettin' you've never done this before.

[She smiles.]

I can't remember anyone calling me pretty and actually caring besides my family.

[He smiles down, kissing her once.]

Well, now there's me. And you are pretty and I care a whole hell o' a lot about you, actually, so don't go anywhere.

[She returns the kiss, pressing her forehead to his briefly.]

I don't want to go anywhere. I like being here with you.

[And that's more than she can say for anyone else.]

Good. Good.

[He smiles down at her-- kisses her-- and then jerks up as the siren sounds.]

Aw, shit!

[She turns her head from the kiss and looks out.]

It's all right. We have ten minutes.

[She smiles, though, and slides out from under him. She grabs the basket.]

I suppose we'll have the picnic at home, then.

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