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[She inches closer, removing that last bit of space between them, and gives his hand a squeeze before letting it come to rest in her lap with her own. It obviously wasn't something that was easy to talk about, and if she had guessed correctly, she figured that he expected her to think less of him now that she knew.

It was surprising. It was jarring, sure, but she didn't think less of him. Being able to put yourself through something like that with no family or friends to fall back on... it took a hell of a lot of courage, just like it took courage to admit it when he was clearly uncomfortable doing so.

She smiles a little at that last part, almost hesitant, but genuine all the same.]

I feel better about things when I'm with you, too.

[It wasn't exactly the same, but she did. She felt just a little less uncertain about her situation here. She felt a hell of a lot less lonely. She felt almost normal, spending time with someone without feeling like she was causing him pain because of bad memories that couldn't be erased.]

Were you worried about telling me?

[She's almost sure she knows the answer, but she's curious.]

You shouldn't have been.

[He almost can't believe those words came out of her mouth. It's the best possible scenario, really. He was expecting her to freak out, or back track, or to develop that look when someone marks him for what he is and run.

Tom sets his beer down and drags a hand over the back of his neck and then through his hair. Yes. He was very worried about telling her.]

I didn't want you to think I was something I'm not.

[Healthy. Balanced. You know, the regulars. He can't deny there is something between them, and although they haven't defined it, not that he thinks they should, he obviously doesn't want to mislead her. He is also blatantly hesitant to engage in relationships, so becoming so entangled in someone is a big deal.]

I'm not exactly normal. I don't want you to feel hard done by.

[If you're with him. His baggage is immense, and although she soothes it, she will have to exist alongside it. IT's something he can barely manage. How can he ask another person to do that? Especially one so amazing, and not without her own troubles.]

And I am? I've never been normal in my life.

[Not once. Not even when she was a kid. Her father was a hunter, she'd had a million-and-one hunter 'uncles' that came through the roadhouse at all hours. She'd been raised alongside the life rather than in it, but it had shaped her. She'd never wanted anything more than to follow in her father's footsteps. She'd idolized him. School had never gone well for her. Getting along with other kids her age around town hadn't been an option. None of them ever saw her as normal, but she'd been all right with that.

Hunters weren't normal. They were better. They were heroes. They fought things that the rest of the world didn't even know about, protected people who never asked for it or even knew, and they never asked to be thanked.

Normal was overrated. She'd imitated her dad right down to his death, guts spilling out over the floor for the sake of a Winchester. She had plenty of her own baggage. Tom definitely wasn't alone in that department.]

Hunters are never normal. We grow up fast. We live a different life than the people around us, and we make our own families. We die young. We see things that would cripple most people. Just in case you think I'm something I'm not.

[Tom nods, wetting his lips as she speaks. Well. It's out there, now. She knows the bare bones of it and she hasn't run screaming. In fact, she's qualified herself into the same boat.

He's pretty sure she isn't, actually, but he's not in her head. Maybe she is and just didn't ever get a chance to break down like he had. Hunters are tough. Maybe she never let herself.

There isn't all that much more to say on the subject, though. Not right now in any case. He'd rather just sit there and be. ]

You are constantly surprising, Jo Harvelle.

[Which he means in the good way, delivered with a a small smile,clasped fingers moving against hers for emphasis. She's not like most girls for a lot of reasons, but he wouldn't have her any other way.]

I like to think that I'm consistent. I'm going to go ahead and take that as a compliment.

[She grins, knowing exactly how he meant it, that brush of fingers offering reassurance. It had only just begun to occur to her that the tone of their conversation hinted at some kind of permanence, and for just a moment, that thought is enough to make something catch in her throat. Guilt or fear or something else entirely. She couldn't name it.

She'd said as much to herself before, but this moment reaffirmed it: whatever was between them wasn't going to just go away. They weren't exactly helping the situation by insisting on seeing each other, but just how difficult it was for either one of them to stay away when they knew they should was very telling in and of itself.

She watches him for a moment, pointing her foot just enough to let her toe just barely drag across the surface of the water, that grin fading slightly as some of the butterflies in her stomach gave way to something heavier. Something far more somber.]

Hey...

[She wants to ask him how serious he is about all of this, but the fact that he'd gone ahead and told her something so personal had already answered that, really. Instead, she squeezes his hand with her own, searching for the right words. She doesn't want to ruin a nice evening by asking hard questions. She'd rather just enjoy spending time with him, as much as she can allow herself. The problem is, it's hard to allow herself to do much of anything with all that guilt that's pressing on her.

She rights herself, forcing a small but genuine smile.]

C'mere.

[She crooks her index finger, beckoning for him to come closer -- not that he has far to go.]

Yeah? [But he's already there, leaning in and ready to catch her jaw with his lips. Right now isn't the time to think about reality. Right now is the time to just simply be there, present in the moment.

They're both the kind of people who try to do right by others. Neither of them act in a malicious way. Neither of them are looking to hurt anybody. There are just some things you can't avoid. Like how they can't seem to avoid each other.

Wonderland is a small place when you get down to it. Sure, there's plenty to explore in the ground but it's the same every day. And there is only so far you can go. The world is small and they just have to deal with it. Its small, also, in that everyone lives together in one place. Tom was pretty sure he could count their numbers as less than a hundred, and, really, that was tiny even for a remote village. And what that really meant was that people were very social. At the end of the day when there was no event or horrific monster trying to eat them all, they talked. They interacted. When they had all finished learning the grounds, people began to learn each other. So it was only natural that attachments would form.

It was only natural that they might see a lot of one another.

It was only natural that they would turn and fall into the kiss he now ghosted against her cheek, traveling as it was to her lips.]

[She feels herself flush slightly as the kiss brushes against her cheek, leaning into it without hesitation when it reaches her lips. It's enough to chase away those thoughts of reality, that heavy weight brought on by guilt and concern. Perhaps only for a short while, but it's enough, and she parts her lips against his as she reaches for him, one hand still content to remain in his, the other coming to rest against the side of his face before drifting downwards to the warmth of his neck, fingers gently playing against the back of it.

The picnic itself was momentarily forgotten, but it wasn't as if the food were about to get up and walk away from them. They had time.

She's quick to pull him into another kiss when the first one breaks, unwilling to let him move back or pull away just yet. Trouble. This always gets them into trouble, but it's difficult to resist. Too difficult. Being by the water at twilight isn't helping matters, with everything around them being still and quiet and perfect and the last bright glow of the sun peeking up over the edge of the horizon. It's a simple moment. One easy to get lost in.]

[He holds her there, pulling her slowly closer and closer, tempting fate that they might lose balance and fall in.

Tom doesn't care about the food or the twilight or friends or enemies. He doesn't care about anything at this precise second but Jo.

They part for breath and he immediately instigates another, letting her breathe as he investigates the spot just behind her right earlobe where the jaw and neck connect, a little trail of kisses slowly traveling across her jawline and then down over her neck, hands, all the while, holding her as close as they can. Pulling as though they're desperate to move her into his lap.]

[She takes the next step for him, easing herself into his lap almost effortlessly, wordlessly trusting him to keep her from falling in as she turns to face him, head tilted back to grant him easier access as his lips slowly but steadily moved down the length of her neck, each brush of lips burning pleasantly against her skin.

She doesn't interrupt him to ask about the ethics of it all, to ask if they should stop or comment on how this has become a regular occurrence, only anchors herself to him by clasping both hands together at the back of his neck, her knees just barely touching the dock on either side of him. She dips her head just enough to catch his lips with her own when they're in range, pressing against his warmth and leaving a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek before she begins to make her way down his jaw in kind, pausing to press a warm, open-mouthed kiss against the side of his neck.]

[Its an intrinsically vulnerable spot and so his first reaction is to protect his neck, but despite the human instinct, he allows it - closing his eyes and leaning his head to the side to allow her for a moment before taking the reins back.

He holds her close, memorizing the feeling of her straddled over his lap, memorizing the feeling of her lips, the softness of her skin, the smell of her hair.

Gentle, wandering kisses give way to lust, all consuming as they sit entwined on the edge of the dock and he leans back, taking her with him as he lays against the wood with her on top, hands moving to setting over the curve of her bottom with the smallest noise of pleasure escaping from the back of his throat. It knocks the picnic back a few inches but so long as it doesn't fall into the water he doesn't care. Fuck, he doesn't care of it does.]

[She follows his lead without argument, moving to press another soft kiss against his throat before making her way back up to his lips, responding to his hands cupping her rear by settling her own hands against his waist, steadying herself. She kisses him more deeply than before, hungry and eager and not stopping to let logic enter into any of this, feeling her pulse quicken as her blood runs hot.

For as much of there is of him that's familiar, reminiscent of someone else, there's far more that's new and distinctive, wholly his own. The way he touches her, how tentative each kiss always seems to start before growing more impassioned. How there are no holds barred once he starts and distinct lack of polish or grace, but something far more raw and intense, unpracticed.

She breaks for air and relaxes herself against him, making herself comfortable there on the dock, brushing her lips against his forehead and the bridge of his nose before finding his mouth again.]

[He sighs into the kiss, his whole body relaxing into it, feeling her body on top of his in contrast to the wood under him with the crisp but comfortable air nipping as it seemed to float around them.

The kiss breaks again and he noses his way so that his forehead rests against her cheek, catching a brief pause. Not to think any of it over, but solely to enjoy her. Enjoy this, whatever that may be. It's certainly something he can't dwell on now, though thoughts of Jo had all but consumed him over the past weeks since meeting her. His thoughts still contain her, but with intangible emotion, lust, want, desire, need for so many things.

And with these swelling in his blood he shifts again, pressing up against her and returning for another kiss, one hand cupping just under her bum, the other snaking up, under her shirt to her breast. A daring move, but one he can barely control. He needs to touch her. He needs to be as close as he can, to have as much of his skin against her's as possible.]

[It may have been daring, but there's no sign of it being anything even close to unwelcome. She arches her back to press herself into his touch, eyes glancing upwards and out past the dock towards the beach as she kisses him again, first pressing her lips against his own before leaving another against his jaw and gently bumping her nose against his cheek. There was nobody else on the beach, but she couldn't guarantee that it would stay that way.

As much as she didn't want to get caught, she didn't want to stop, either.]

Hey.

[She gives him another kiss as a parting gift as she gently pulls herself away to sit upright, still straddling him, grabbing her top by the hem and lifting it to pull it off over her head, letting it drop to pool on the dock beside them and revealing the swimsuit she'd worn underneath.]

Go swimming with me?

[He whines when she moves back, trying to touch her boob again but then she goes and takes her shirt off so it's all better. If this was an anime he'd have gotten a nosebleed.

But as it stands this isn't, and so he just watches wide eyed with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.]

Okay.

[She'll have to get off him first. And when she does he won't move to undress until he sees what she's up to. After, he'll grin and take his shoes off, and Jo will see a demonstration of just how fast a man can get out of his pants.]

[She grins back as she steps out of her shorts and drops them to land in a heap on the dock along with her shirt and flip-flops, reaching to grab him by the wrist the second he's out of his pants. If she were more patient, she might have waited to see what he wanted to do about his shirt, but she's never been a particularly patient kind of girl and he's taking took long for her liking despite his efforts.

She smiles mischievously as she pulls him towards the edge of the dock and gives him a playful but encouraging shove into the water before jumping in after him, submerging fully before surfacing and pushing her hair back from her face.]

Too slow.

[He grins and watches her undress but the sight is gone as quick as it came when she shoves him off the dock.]

Gah-!

[Splash. Splutter. JERK. But he's not dead and it's not like he can't swim or anything so w/e. Tom surfaces with a gasp and gives her the 'you crazy bitch' look with a smile.]

You've started it now.

[He will water war you, Jo. Beginning by trying to push her back under by the head.

Man it feels nice to just play.]

[Bring it on, pal. This isn't her first water fight. She laughs up until he tries to dunk her head under water, dipping beneath the surface for a moment before she thrashes a little to regain control and bob upwards again, splashing him in retaliation.]

Oh, come on, you can do better than that, can't you?

[She considers diving under and grabbing one of his legs to pull him along with her, but settles for clasping her hands together and squeezing them to squirt a stream of water directly at him instead. Water guns are for losers.]

[He just laughs, shielding himself with one hand and taking advantage of being much bigger than her by swinging his other arm through the water and throwing a huge splash.

You're playing with the big boys now, Jo.

But really they can water fight all they want. He might splash back once or twice more but his goal is to grab her and float back over to the dock, and hang from it with one hand around her waist so that she might wrap her legs around him and they can suspend there, hidden from the public view, wet and warm and so close.]

[She gets caught in that miniatures tidal wave without much hope of escape, throwing her own hands up to shield her eyes and letting out another laugh as it hits. She, too, gets a couple more splashes in, but once she realizes he's aiming to grab her, she makes it easier for him, helping him move them along to just beneath the dock and waiting until they were out of sight before she does exactly what he was hoping, putting her legs around his waist and pressing up against him, both arms around his neck. Given just how excited he'd been even before she'd suggested going into the water in the first place, she imagines he won't mind.

She smiles, smoothing his short and now incredibly damp hair back from his forehead before tilting her head up for another kiss, wordlessly seeking to finish what they'd started up on the dock, enjoying his warmth as it seeped through the minimal barrier that her swimsuit and his soaked shirt put between them and ran through her, somehow managing to be comforting even as it drew that undeniable lust back to the surface. One hand slowly travels downwards as she kisses him, eagerly cupping his rear as he's done to her on two occasions now, encouraging him to press closer if it's at all possible.]

[He didn't know if they could be any closer but he could sure try. Everything about her was driving him wild right and it was only his lack of ability to breathe underwater that kept him holding on the the dock.

But it doesn't keep him from meeting the kiss with intense passion, a small moan escaping his lips as the captured hers, desperate to devour whatever they could.

The hand he's got around her finds its way back to where it was before, hesitant at first, but lacking the normal, careful, way he usually moves.

A shiver runs across his shoulders and down his back, either from excitement or the air witting his wet skin. Maybe both. And he cups her breast. Bold, but he doesn't care.

God he hasn't touched a woman like this in years. Not in a situation like this. Not when he was sober and meant it. Not when it was anything but a distraction.

This wasn't a bar in the seedy side streets of New York. This wasn't a drug den. This wasn't surrounded by strangers out of their minds, running away from their problems, lost in need and pity and writhing on the floor in a sea of delusion.

This was private and meaningful and fuck he wants her so badly. He wants to rip her bikini off and taste every part of her. He wants to know what her nipple feels like with his tongue.]

[She moans softly into the kiss, appreciative and eager and letting her legs around his waist hold her in place, pinned there between him and the column of the dock, her hand leaving his neck to fluidly move down the length of his arm and come to rest over the hand cupping her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as though to say she approved, unwilling to let their lips part just yet. Body language would have to do.

She's not sure if it's the fact they're somewhere they could conceivably be caught, the fact that he's so new and these are still-untested waters between them, the fact that she feels things she's not ready to put a name to just yet, or hell, even the fact that this is in itself is forbidden -- but it's exciting, and she can feel her heart racing against his chest as he touches her, blood running hot and all but thundering in her ears as she wonders just how much she should let her own hands wander.

The ability to think clearly is gone. Logic is compromised, and she's not able to think about who they might hurt anymore, just the fact that she wants him to keep touching her, that she wants to pull his shirt off over his head and kiss her way down his throat and chest and taste his skin and touch him, encourage him to move beyond the roadblock their clothing still presents.]

Edited 2013-09-19 20:09 (UTC)

[And God does he want to. With the go ahead from Jo all holds are let go and he just explores. As much as you can while hanging one handed...but it's a start. He wants to wade to the beach and throw her up onto the sand and know her, but he can wait a little longer. He wants all of her, but there's no need to jump ahead too fast. It's been so long...another few minutes of slow building pleasure won't kill him.

Taking the initiative, Tom hooks a finger into one side of her bikini and pulls it back to he can touch her skin, one finger brushing lightly over her nipple as they continue to kiss, playfully nipping at the other's lips every so often. Really, they're playing, aren't they. Exploring a field neither of them know. Learning a new rhythm.

His movements are impassioned but slightly clumsy. It's more endearing than anything (hopefully) and a sign he isn't particularly well practiced, but he can learn. Somewhere in him is a gracefulness. He's just too used to being alone. That and he can't think. He wants too many things at once and only has one hand and he thinks if he doesn't get the have sex with her soon he might explode. Lust and desperation mix and his movements grow bolder, his hand trailing back from her breast and down to her crotch.

He only hesitates for a second. She could shut him down. But he wants to know what she feels like. If she'll let him, wrapped as she is around his middle with nothing but a bit of fabric between them.]

[His clumsy affections are indeed endearing, and she nips at his lips one last time before moving to trail kisses along his jaw once more, brushing her lips against his neck and catching the faint taste of him mingled with the distinct scent of the water, letting out a soft gasp as he lightly and almost teasingly explores beneath her top and then lower.

If she really wanted to, she could stop this right now, catch him by the wrist and steer him in the other direction, make some excuse for why they need to pull themselves apart again, but they're almost too far gone now, and what's more, she doesn't want to. She does catch him by the wrist, hesitating and looking uncertain for the briefest of moments before she envelops his hand with her own, smoothly guiding it lower over her belly and helping him ease it between her the soaked fabric and her skin, noticeably covered in goosebumps either from anticipation or the cool of the coming evening. Likely both, but primarily the latter.

She wants to explore him in turn, to run her hands and mouth over him and get to know every inch of him, but balanced so precariously that she needs to take it slow, make sure they stay afloat. For now, she guides him, her own hand firm but gentle, encouraging, while the other comes back to rest against his neck, fingernails gently biting into his skin.]

[Tom worries his bottom lip, leaning his head to the side and exposing his neck as she explores. But when she takes his hand he can'd help but look her in the eye. she is literally giving him the all clear, but he just wants to make sure. Girls can change their minds pretty quick.

He catches his breath as she pulls his hand into her swim bottoms, excitement gripping him almost as hard as lust. It's like he's dreaming, but the constant hard throbbing in his own crotch is a very real reminder that, no, he is very awake.

And she lets him in and Jesus fucking- she's just like he imagined.

He has to adjust his grip on the dock. Closing his eyes for a second and brushing his fingers across her before falling to sit flush, palm up, middle finger extending- And she is so soft. And so warm.]

Ff-

[And he lets go of the breath he was holding with sudden rush, moving his finger in something close to a beckoning gesture inside her, his lips parted in a small o, watching her reaction with such delight.]

[He definitely gets a reaction; she tilts her head back as he sinks his middle finger in past the knuckle, rocking her hips slightly to press herself against his hand and try to encourage him deeper if it were at all possible, squirming and letting out a soft and almost plaintive moan as he quirks his finger inside of her. She had meant to keep kissing him, but after so much anticipation and so many nights where they had been forced to part ways and shuffle off on their own despite wanting to do the exact opposite, his touch is even more powerful than expected, and her nails dig a bit deeper into the back of his neck as she locks eyes with him.]

Please...

[More. She would gladly return the favor, but as long as he's touching her like that, as long as he's content to explore, she doesn't trust herself not to lose her grip and slip beneath the water.]

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