[Erotica] 005 - Risks To Take

[onlysayinghello]

You have to accept the fact that part of the sizzle of sex comes from the danger of sex.
You can be overpowered. - Camille Paglia


Fingertips trace lightly against the leather, the strap once so secured to his wrist, now lays at the bedside table so often forgotten. Shaking his head a bit he tries to think about the life he had before this. Just how foolishly he'd lived it all. Running scams, taking what he pleased from life... now trapped in a time where all that he knew had little value he wondered just how he was going to survive. Still there were moments of hope straying in between all the ones where he felt like giving up.

Meeting her in the garden that afternoon and almost sure he was hearing things when she knew that his Doctor and her Doctor were the same. It still seems like a dream, like a world that he'd figured he would simply drop into and then leave without any effort and it's just been clinging to him since that day. The more he stops to look at her the more he feels this life pulling him closer, drawing him into accepting that this is exactly where he will live out his days.

It wasn't so bad though.

Moving from his room into the hallways he sought her out, trying to find some means of calmness for the restless nature that seemed to always be building up around him. Staying still for too long, not having the option of just picking up and finding a new place had taken him to a habit of pacing the halls, the gardens, the grounds, the city... anything just to move him somewhere. Yet all the same if he could find her, he found some solace in just staying still. Just standing at her side, or the casual moments where they could truly speak of whatever they wanted to. Of stars and Doctors and times yet to come, and things that she wasn't meant to know of a world that had barely begun to shine.

Still that restlessness built up in him all the same and short strides took in more and pushed harder into the marble floors, his movements growing quicker until he could hear the distinct lilt of her laughter from the parlor down the hall. His hand pressed to the cool brass of the handle tugging it open and there from a distance of a few yards his eyes met hers and he could see that same nature shining back from her own eyes. It wasn't supposed to be this way, not from the moment he saw her did he ever assume that things would grow to this nature, and yet he could never keep away from her for too long. That connection they shared, that trust in knowing that they both knew Him... they both had shared a love of something they'd never find again... and all he could do was watch from a distance.

Yet the distance over time shortened and a single carriage ride seemed to be the test of time as the two could no longer resist that temptation, that warmth of another body that knew just how to survive through all the loss.

Looking at her now he wondered how he'd ever have survived without her, and how he could have never had the guts to love one woman with such disregard for everything else. She was single handedly dismantling everything in his nature that he'd worked so hard to build up and he didn't mind for a moment. Crossing the room toward her he barely heard her dismissing the other women from her side, barely noticed the light laughter that echoed past him as he moved toward her in one motion. The sound of the doors shutting behind him were almost secondary to the feeling of his hand grazing against her jawline.

"Jack... perhaps you did not notice, but this is a rather public setting for such a deed as I believe you are about to begin."

There was no reply that came across his lips just a second motion into her body, his knees shifting layers upon layers of her dress into her own legs, his face growing so close to hers that he could breathe in the faint smell of roses and lilac that always seemed to linger upon her skin. Parting his lips for a moment he let his mouth brush lightly across her own, trying to stifle the argument she was trying to make for him to stop.

Everything had stopped though, it had stopped the moment his Vortex Manipulator failed, it stopped when he realized that France was now his home, it stopped when a strong woman crossed a courtyard to him and told him that 'the Doctor had gone' a while ago. He had been stopped too many times for her urging to mean anything to him beyond a polite courtesy if he chose to follow it. She wouldn't request it though, and even if she truly meant it he wasn't sure if he'd be willing to forgo his plan just for the sake of location. The location made it better, it made it urgent and desperate.

With lips still not yet connecting, and the feeling of his heart beating so deeply in his chest he could feel the tension in her own chest as well, the swell of her bodice rising up and never leaving that state of anticipation.

"Dare I ask if you shall ever commit to this kiss?"

A flash of his smile was seen for a moment before his lips caught to hers, a kiss sparked on by nothing other than the fact that he knew that at any moment someone could come into the room seeking her approval, or her guidance... or simply just her. A parting of mouths, and an acceptance of nothing and a want of everything, yet still unfettered by a single moment of complication. He knew his place, and she knew rightfully that he had no true place to belong to... so in every sense of the word he was simply hers.

His tongue brushed past teeth and explored the deeper recesses of her mouth, letting a simple heavy sigh pass through him audible only to her as his hand wound into the softness of her hair. A sturdy hand was soon placed to the small of her back, fingertips moving up against taut laces of her corset, tempting fate to allow him guidance to the start that would loosen them all if he had the time for it. A haste move tugged at them, wanting it to be something easy for him to simply slice right though, but instead the resistance he found simply pulling her away from him, defeating the purpose of his entire venture.

Her hands had found their way into his hair, much longer than he had when they'd first met, ever adapting to the life and the world around him, always trying to become noticeable but never truly noticed for who he was inside. Always acting, playing some other part and never faltering beside any stare, except hers.

That light sigh she let slip free as his mouth parted from hers was his to claim, steady and sure as her grip to the nape of his neck as his smile came alive again equally matched by the brightness that shone in her eyes. The flush to her skin, the shortness of her breath he took claim to it, responsibility for making her this flustered, and each moment seemed like a small victory to him.

"If you insist on such trysts Jack I shall warn you that one day you shall be too daring and what has become a genuine fondness for your company will no longer be permitted."

The smile shifted to a smirk for the moment, "My lady, the risk is always worth it in the end, and we've never been caught."

"Never, is not a word I prefer to hear nor speak."

Laughing lightly Jack buried his mouth against the slope of her neck, his lips trailing across skin lightly, "Then perhaps I should just remain silent."

Words spoken warm upon her skin and hands sure and aware of just where they were intended to go met with laces and eyelets with skill, and then tugged curves free to allow an open mouthed kiss to adorn her flesh. It wasn't nearly enough freedom, and yet all at the same it felt like so much she was giving to him. That she'd risk so much, even before this... even before there were stolen glances and fingertips brushing along bare arms. It was risk when she brought him into her home into her chambers and told him of the Fireplace and the Doctor and how he'd promised her a trip to the stars. It was a risk when she gave him a job, put him in the theatre and allowed everyone else to see just how enigmatic he could be.

It had all been a risk, and yet standing there before him, with the corset loose against her back and her skin warm and pressed close to him, he wished he could risk even more for her. Just give up everything he had so that she could find the happiness she deserved, to be among those stars... maybe not with the Doctor, but with him... or even still just be aware of how much he'd risk for her.

The sound came from the hallway, the creak of paired footsteps moving toward something unknown. The risk had been presented and he was willing to risk it, but he didn't want her to have to wage the same war of a decision like that. Withdrawing from her skin, nearly feeling the pang of loss, the coolness to his skin from removing that warmth she gave him he met her eyes, "Reinette... the risk is too great, I won't lose you or allow someone to find out."

Her hand reached to his cheek cradling it lightly as she met his eyes with such compassion, such understanding and grace as she replied, "Far be it from anyone to tell me what I am allowed to risk."