Always
Chapter Sixteen: The Lucky One
*Basically this whole chapter is sex. Short and sweet sex, but sex none the less. Be warned*
The sunshine's everywhere we go
It's so right cause i've got you to hold
Every night yeah
I'm the lucky one
“Okay so we’ve both decided that you were wrong for not having me involved with the tour decision and completely backing out of Warped...” Jack began, while I nodded.
“And we’ve agreed that you totally overreacted when you would’ve probably done the same thing in my shoes.”
Jack winced. “Well...I didn’t totally overreact.”
I glared at him. “We’re past the fighting and admitting our faults, remember?”
“Yeah, I know...” He sighed, falling back into our couch with a heavy plop. I followed suit, though much more graceful, taking the spot next to him as I let my tired body take a breather. We’d been going through all the reasons we were mad at each other for a good chunk of the evening, and though it was much needed and well appreciated, I was losing the energy to even be angry anymore.
“Why can’t all our fights be like this?” I shook my head, laughing at how easy this one had been in comparison to our past fights. Usually it was pretty obvious who was in the wrong and it took them owning up to it before any resolution could happen. This time, though, the person at fault was a bit less clear, as we’d both had our reasons for reacting the way we did. I mean, I knew I was the one who technically started the whole thing by agreeing to the summer tour and I probably could’ve approached such a big opportunity in a more considerate manner, but like I told Jack, he didn’t have to completely flip out on me, either.
“What, where we talk it out like mature adults without one of us flying off the handle?” Jack smirked at me, leaning closer as he let his shoulder rub against mine. “This is me we’re talking about.”
I laughed lightly, shaking my head. He did have a point, after all. “Yeah, how could I forget?”
“I mean, I can’t guarantee the next time we get into a fight I won’t be drunk off my ass and say-and-or-do something really stupid.” Jack added, probably to cover his own ass for said future argument. “Like remember that one time when we were in Phoenix and I--”
I held up my hand, stopping him. “I’d rather not relive that fight, thank you.”
His head dropped, the corners of his lips forming up in an embarrassed smirk. “For the record, you know I have a problem with keeping my clothes on when I’m drunk and it was like, a thousand degrees outside and--”
“I’d shut up now, if I were you.” I joked, shaking my head once more at the crazy man in front of me.
He just chuckled, his dark eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint of his. Then, he dove forward, pressing his warm lips against mine. Whatever tenseness that was left in my body post-fight flew out the window the second his lips touched mine.Electricity ran through my veins as I could feel my limbs go limp, hypnotized by his touch and I knew I could do nothing but sink further into his kiss.
He was on top of me now, hands freely exploring my curves and my fingers began to do some exploring of their own, creeping up the hem of his shirt to expose his back, pushing him closer to me in want.
Though it’d only been a few days since we’d had this kind of connection, my skin was still yelling for more as if it were the first time, yearning to feel that spark of energy between us that drove me to the edge every time.
Like in a trance, my lower body automatically began rocking up and down, begging for friction. I knew Jack noticed this, but he kept his attention instead on the upper half of my body, his left hand shamelessly cupping one of my breasts while the other snaked through my hair to support my head against the arm of the couch.
His left hand continued to tease, sinking underneath my bra and pinching my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, making me pull back, breaking the kiss as I let out a hiss.
“God...” I whispered, relishing in the shot of sexual energy it caused. As it died down, I quickly shimmied my hips lower to readjust myself on the couch. I was now directly underneath Jack, and I could feel his hardened excitement against my leg as he lowered himself back on me.
He’d shed his shirt now, leaving his torso completely exposed. I let a hand rest against his Jack Skellington tattoo as he went in for another kiss, this time slow and tender, trailing down from my lips, against my jaw line and down the length of my neck until he hit the spot that he knew drove me absolutely insane. I shut my eyes, bracing myself as I felt his breath as he nipped and sucked at the nape of my neck, making that burning desire within me only grow.
I hummed happily, falling into the feeling contently as I knew it was only the beginning and already my skin was on fire.
As Jack went on happily attacking my neck with kisses that were sure to leave a mark, his hands were kept busy, tugging at the fabric of my shirt for just a beat before he pulled the thin cotton blend up my body until I got the picture and raised my arms so the piece of clothing could be fully discarded on the floor.
Relishing in the skin to skin contact, I ached for more. Begged for more.
Feeling my heart pound in my chest, I reached down and clumsily began undoing Jack’s jeans, fumbling with the button as I blindly attempted to get his damn pants off while Jack just smiled against my ear. “Someone wants it bad...” he teased, his voice husky as his hot breath hit my ear.
I suppressed another shiver, fingers freezing against the jeans zipper after successfully releasing the button. “Well, I seem to recall the promise of the best makeup sex ever...” I paused, bravely pushing Jack up so I could look at him with wide, lustful eyes. “...Can’t blame a girl for being excited...”
Jack’s thick brows raised and he smirked at me, licking his lips hungrily as he took in my form. Just like me, I don’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing me like this. Though all our hardships and challenges being together the last four years, this we’d always crave, always need. The sexual desire we had for each other would always be overwhelming, the icing on the cake that was our strong relationship. I mean, we’d proven that we didn’t need sex after the long dry spell post-accident, but now, laying there below him, I knew one thing:
I wanted him.
Bad.
To prove this, I expertly wiggled out of my own jeans, shedding them off and tossing them to the ground. I yanked off my bra and underwear as well, figuring they were only holding us back before before daringly spreading my legs to expose just how bad I wanted him. And Jack, ever in tune to my needs, took the hint without a word said. He glanced down at my wet center and let out a low hum, rising from his place above me to finally shed the last of his clothes as well. After all, once we were both naked, it didn’t take much for the show to really get started.
Sure enough, Jack was on me in moments, pressing his now hard member against me to show his own desire. “Oh, baby,” I breathed as I could feel him enter me. I hitched a breath as I allowed my muscles to readjust to the pressure, but relished in the feeling none the less. “God, I love you.”
“You’re so beautiful.” Jack whispered, a hand moving back up to my face to trace my cheekbone before he leaned forward and kissed me again, locking our lips tightly. It was as we were kissing that I felt his hips begin to rock and I let out an involuntary groan at the friction.
He only stayed like that for a moment, before leaned back and grabbed my hips and raised them so I was no longer at a ninety degree angle, giving me a perfect view of every thrust and movement.
“Oh, fuck...” I breathed, gasping slightly at the stronger sensation.
He quickened the pace slightly at my words, only making me even more breathless as I could feel his member hit against my g-spot. This, naturally, made an already amazing ride to an orgasm skyrocket, and it didn’t take long before I was putty in his arms, screaming his name as I was begging for release.
Jack was moaning now, close to his own release as I could feel his pace quicken even more. He then suddenly changed angles, moving back down so our bodies were near perpendicular as he slammed into me, faster and faster until I could feel him come inside of me. This was the last straw for me, whatever restraint I’d had out the window as the man I loved released within me. I was shaking hard, my muscles tight as I came shortly after, letting out a scream of pleasure as I held tightly onto Jack.
I held onto him for what seemed like forever, my breath heavy as I my body throbbed on high alert as I felt I could feel every little thing, I was that sensitive. “Oh...my God.” I breathed, laughing at how quickly that had gone from one to a thousand. My heart was still beating so loudly I could hear its thump resonating in my ears. “You really weren’t kidding about it being the best make up sex ever.” I muttered against Jack, who’d practically collapsed on top of me post love making.
I could feel Jack’s stomach rise and fall in a soft chuckle. “Babe, you should know by now I never kid when it comes to sex.” He told me tiredly.
I smirked. “We should fight more often, if this is the kind of sex that comes out of it.”
Jack shook his head against my bare chest. “As tempting as it is, fighting is fucking exhausting.”
I raised a brow at his slumped figure, pointing out, “And having sex isn’t?”
He lazily raised a hand and swatted the air, mumbling, “You know what I mean.”
I nodded, letting my own head fall against the cushion of our couch. I let my eyes wander against the fabric, realizing we’d have to give that thing a thorough cleaning after what we just did against the poor furniture. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” I sighed, brushing his sweaty hair with my hands as I let him relax on my breasts. “I loved this, but I do hate fighting with you.”
“Ditto.” Jack agreed, sighing contently as he allowed me to massage his scalp. “I wish we could skip the fighting and go straight to this part, cause that was fucking awesome.”
Oh, if only.
“And I hope you know that this is basically all we’ll be doing between now and May.” Jack added softly, his head burrowing deeper into my chest with a content sigh. “Because you’ll be away for three whole months. We’ve gotta make up for ninety days of sex, babe.”
I laughed at his conclusion, though inwardly I was elated he finally agreed to the tour. Admittedly, I was worried that he was so against me leaving, he wouldn’t want me to go at all. To him, I smirked. “I guess that’s only fair.”
Let’s just say there was a round two and three that night.
The sunshine's everywhere we go
It's so right cause i've got you to hold
Every night yeah
I'm the lucky one
“Okay so we’ve both decided that you were wrong for not having me involved with the tour decision and completely backing out of Warped...” Jack began, while I nodded.
“And we’ve agreed that you totally overreacted when you would’ve probably done the same thing in my shoes.”
Jack winced. “Well...I didn’t totally overreact.”
I glared at him. “We’re past the fighting and admitting our faults, remember?”
“Yeah, I know...” He sighed, falling back into our couch with a heavy plop. I followed suit, though much more graceful, taking the spot next to him as I let my tired body take a breather. We’d been going through all the reasons we were mad at each other for a good chunk of the evening, and though it was much needed and well appreciated, I was losing the energy to even be angry anymore.
“Why can’t all our fights be like this?” I shook my head, laughing at how easy this one had been in comparison to our past fights. Usually it was pretty obvious who was in the wrong and it took them owning up to it before any resolution could happen. This time, though, the person at fault was a bit less clear, as we’d both had our reasons for reacting the way we did. I mean, I knew I was the one who technically started the whole thing by agreeing to the summer tour and I probably could’ve approached such a big opportunity in a more considerate manner, but like I told Jack, he didn’t have to completely flip out on me, either.
“What, where we talk it out like mature adults without one of us flying off the handle?” Jack smirked at me, leaning closer as he let his shoulder rub against mine. “This is me we’re talking about.”
I laughed lightly, shaking my head. He did have a point, after all. “Yeah, how could I forget?”
“I mean, I can’t guarantee the next time we get into a fight I won’t be drunk off my ass and say-and-or-do something really stupid.” Jack added, probably to cover his own ass for said future argument. “Like remember that one time when we were in Phoenix and I--”
I held up my hand, stopping him. “I’d rather not relive that fight, thank you.”
His head dropped, the corners of his lips forming up in an embarrassed smirk. “For the record, you know I have a problem with keeping my clothes on when I’m drunk and it was like, a thousand degrees outside and--”
“I’d shut up now, if I were you.” I joked, shaking my head once more at the crazy man in front of me.
He just chuckled, his dark eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint of his. Then, he dove forward, pressing his warm lips against mine. Whatever tenseness that was left in my body post-fight flew out the window the second his lips touched mine.Electricity ran through my veins as I could feel my limbs go limp, hypnotized by his touch and I knew I could do nothing but sink further into his kiss.
He was on top of me now, hands freely exploring my curves and my fingers began to do some exploring of their own, creeping up the hem of his shirt to expose his back, pushing him closer to me in want.
Though it’d only been a few days since we’d had this kind of connection, my skin was still yelling for more as if it were the first time, yearning to feel that spark of energy between us that drove me to the edge every time.
Like in a trance, my lower body automatically began rocking up and down, begging for friction. I knew Jack noticed this, but he kept his attention instead on the upper half of my body, his left hand shamelessly cupping one of my breasts while the other snaked through my hair to support my head against the arm of the couch.
His left hand continued to tease, sinking underneath my bra and pinching my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, making me pull back, breaking the kiss as I let out a hiss.
“God...” I whispered, relishing in the shot of sexual energy it caused. As it died down, I quickly shimmied my hips lower to readjust myself on the couch. I was now directly underneath Jack, and I could feel his hardened excitement against my leg as he lowered himself back on me.
He’d shed his shirt now, leaving his torso completely exposed. I let a hand rest against his Jack Skellington tattoo as he went in for another kiss, this time slow and tender, trailing down from my lips, against my jaw line and down the length of my neck until he hit the spot that he knew drove me absolutely insane. I shut my eyes, bracing myself as I felt his breath as he nipped and sucked at the nape of my neck, making that burning desire within me only grow.
I hummed happily, falling into the feeling contently as I knew it was only the beginning and already my skin was on fire.
As Jack went on happily attacking my neck with kisses that were sure to leave a mark, his hands were kept busy, tugging at the fabric of my shirt for just a beat before he pulled the thin cotton blend up my body until I got the picture and raised my arms so the piece of clothing could be fully discarded on the floor.
Relishing in the skin to skin contact, I ached for more. Begged for more.
Feeling my heart pound in my chest, I reached down and clumsily began undoing Jack’s jeans, fumbling with the button as I blindly attempted to get his damn pants off while Jack just smiled against my ear. “Someone wants it bad...” he teased, his voice husky as his hot breath hit my ear.
I suppressed another shiver, fingers freezing against the jeans zipper after successfully releasing the button. “Well, I seem to recall the promise of the best makeup sex ever...” I paused, bravely pushing Jack up so I could look at him with wide, lustful eyes. “...Can’t blame a girl for being excited...”
Jack’s thick brows raised and he smirked at me, licking his lips hungrily as he took in my form. Just like me, I don’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing me like this. Though all our hardships and challenges being together the last four years, this we’d always crave, always need. The sexual desire we had for each other would always be overwhelming, the icing on the cake that was our strong relationship. I mean, we’d proven that we didn’t need sex after the long dry spell post-accident, but now, laying there below him, I knew one thing:
I wanted him.
Bad.
To prove this, I expertly wiggled out of my own jeans, shedding them off and tossing them to the ground. I yanked off my bra and underwear as well, figuring they were only holding us back before before daringly spreading my legs to expose just how bad I wanted him. And Jack, ever in tune to my needs, took the hint without a word said. He glanced down at my wet center and let out a low hum, rising from his place above me to finally shed the last of his clothes as well. After all, once we were both naked, it didn’t take much for the show to really get started.
Sure enough, Jack was on me in moments, pressing his now hard member against me to show his own desire. “Oh, baby,” I breathed as I could feel him enter me. I hitched a breath as I allowed my muscles to readjust to the pressure, but relished in the feeling none the less. “God, I love you.”
“You’re so beautiful.” Jack whispered, a hand moving back up to my face to trace my cheekbone before he leaned forward and kissed me again, locking our lips tightly. It was as we were kissing that I felt his hips begin to rock and I let out an involuntary groan at the friction.
He only stayed like that for a moment, before leaned back and grabbed my hips and raised them so I was no longer at a ninety degree angle, giving me a perfect view of every thrust and movement.
“Oh, fuck...” I breathed, gasping slightly at the stronger sensation.
He quickened the pace slightly at my words, only making me even more breathless as I could feel his member hit against my g-spot. This, naturally, made an already amazing ride to an orgasm skyrocket, and it didn’t take long before I was putty in his arms, screaming his name as I was begging for release.
Jack was moaning now, close to his own release as I could feel his pace quicken even more. He then suddenly changed angles, moving back down so our bodies were near perpendicular as he slammed into me, faster and faster until I could feel him come inside of me. This was the last straw for me, whatever restraint I’d had out the window as the man I loved released within me. I was shaking hard, my muscles tight as I came shortly after, letting out a scream of pleasure as I held tightly onto Jack.
I held onto him for what seemed like forever, my breath heavy as I my body throbbed on high alert as I felt I could feel every little thing, I was that sensitive. “Oh...my God.” I breathed, laughing at how quickly that had gone from one to a thousand. My heart was still beating so loudly I could hear its thump resonating in my ears. “You really weren’t kidding about it being the best make up sex ever.” I muttered against Jack, who’d practically collapsed on top of me post love making.
I could feel Jack’s stomach rise and fall in a soft chuckle. “Babe, you should know by now I never kid when it comes to sex.” He told me tiredly.
I smirked. “We should fight more often, if this is the kind of sex that comes out of it.”
Jack shook his head against my bare chest. “As tempting as it is, fighting is fucking exhausting.”
I raised a brow at his slumped figure, pointing out, “And having sex isn’t?”
He lazily raised a hand and swatted the air, mumbling, “You know what I mean.”
I nodded, letting my own head fall against the cushion of our couch. I let my eyes wander against the fabric, realizing we’d have to give that thing a thorough cleaning after what we just did against the poor furniture. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” I sighed, brushing his sweaty hair with my hands as I let him relax on my breasts. “I loved this, but I do hate fighting with you.”
“Ditto.” Jack agreed, sighing contently as he allowed me to massage his scalp. “I wish we could skip the fighting and go straight to this part, cause that was fucking awesome.”
Oh, if only.
“And I hope you know that this is basically all we’ll be doing between now and May.” Jack added softly, his head burrowing deeper into my chest with a content sigh. “Because you’ll be away for three whole months. We’ve gotta make up for ninety days of sex, babe.”
I laughed at his conclusion, though inwardly I was elated he finally agreed to the tour. Admittedly, I was worried that he was so against me leaving, he wouldn’t want me to go at all. To him, I smirked. “I guess that’s only fair.”
Let’s just say there was a round two and three that night.
Notes
Short chapter and way more smutty than initially intended. I was actually going to skip this scene all together, but it oddly felt necessary before they do go on their separate tours. Plus, I was sick of the fighting, and I felt like the last chapter they'd pretty much finished whatever fighting was left. Now they can return to being the happy couple we know and love :)
Side note, I'M SEEING ALL TIME LOW AGAIN! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! THEY'RE FREAKING COMING TO SACRAMENTO!!! IT'S A SUPER SMALL THINGY TOO FOR A CANCER CHARITY AND THEY'RE ONE OF THREE ACTS. I DON'T THINK THEY'LL ACTUALLY BE THE MAIN ACT BUT I DON'T CARE BC I GET TO SEE THEM WITH ALL MY FRIENDS AND IT'LL BE AMAZING :D
ps. opening lyrics are from "The Lucky One" by Faith Hill
Finally they tell
people they are married!
6/15/18