Room 403: Friday Morning Early

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana had been dreaming. A wonderful, beautiful dream where Jim had come back to her in the middle of the night and held her and kissed her and where they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms. She could feel herself waking up and she struggled to stay asleep, to hold on to the last bits of the dream before she had to wake up and face the harsh reality that he wasn't here and probably wasn't coming back.

As she floated closer to the surface of wakefullness, she suddenly became aware that she was not alone in the bed and woke herself up with a start.

Oh my God. It hadn't been a dream. He was here. Really here.

She pushed herself up so that she could look at him in the early morning light that slipped in through the blinds. So handsome. Jim. Her Jim.

She wanted to sit there all day and just watch him sleep, so relaxed and peaceful. She couldn't resist touching him though, reaching out a hand to stroke his face. He felt so good.


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[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim didn't quite wake up, just let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and purr, turning his head into her hand and settling down again.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana couldn't help the sigh that escaped her. She had missed that sound. She had missed everything about him. She looked at him as if he were some sort of miracle - and really he was. He was the only person who had ever come back to her, her own private miracle and maybe a sign that things in her life could change, were changing.

She put her head back down on his chest and snuggled into him, needing to feel all of him against her.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Mmm, warm snuggling . . . Still not completely awake, but starting to have serious thoughts about moving in that direction, Jim draped an arm around Lana as he made another sleepy sound.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana rubbed up against him, letting her hands slip under the hem of the shirt he'd been too tired to take off last night. She let her hands stroke up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his sleep-warm skin under her fingers.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Now that was starting to wake him up a bit. His back arched under her hands and his eyes fluttered open, sleepily. "Lana?" he murmured fuzzily.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm... It's me. And you're back home with me." Lana nuzzled against his neck, craving the feel and scent of him.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he murmured, yawning before burying his face in her hair. "God, I'm really here. I thought I might have fallen asleep on the plane or something and just dreamed it."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I thought it was just a dream too," she said, holding on to him tightly. "I was afraid to wake up."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim's hand slipped up her back to cup the back of her neck, tilting her head back enough so he could kiss her. "Definitely a dream," he smiled, and kissed her again.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She kissed him back. "Best dream ever."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim laughed, lifting one hand to brush through her hair. He couldn't get enough of running his fingers through her fine dark locks, of brushing his thumb over her cheek and along the curve of her jaw. He was back and she was still here. Still his.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I love you," she said, staring up at him. "Love you so much." She pulled his head back down to kiss him.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Love you too," he managed to reply before his lips were crushing hers and his hands were pulling her close against him.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She moaned under his mouth, wrapping herself around him and letting her hands go back under his shirt. All she could think about, all she could feel, was Jim. Her Jim.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

One of Jim's hands buried itself in her hair, the other travelling over her side, caressing before finally hitting the bare skin of her thigh and slipping under her shirt.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana arched into his touch. Her hands moved up and down his back, stroking. "Please, Jim, yes!"

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

His hand travelled up her thigh and over the curve of her flank, relishing in having her under his hands again. There had been a lot of cold showers and vivid dreams while he'd been gone. "Mmm, Lana . . ." he sighed against her mouth as his fingers brushed over her panties.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, wanting to be able to feel him against her. It was difficult, though, as she wasn't willing to stop kissing him to remove it.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim groaned, for a number of reasons. Taking off his shirt meant he would have to stop touching Lana. Also, his pants were getting uncomfortably tight. With a small growl, he rolled, half-sitting to pull off his shirt and drop it to the side, tugging at hers, his eyes full of need.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She raised her arms to let him slip her shirt off. The look in his eyes took her breath away.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim drank her in. His. All his. Finally. He bent to kiss her surprisingly gently as one of his big hands cupped her breast, caressing slowly.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

The sight and feel of his hand on her breast made her shiver. She arched up, wanting to get even closer to him.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim's mouth dropped from her mouth to her neck, trailing even lower as his thumb circled her nipple. He settled over her as he tasted her skin, letting out a soft sound of appreciation.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana let her head fall back and whimpered at the feelings he evoked in her. She wanted him so badly.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"God, Lana," he murmured roughly against her skin before closing his mouth over her nipple. His hands continued to caress, stroking over her stomach and the line of her pelvis, over skin and the small bit of fabric separating them.