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It's long after hours when she strides heavily towards the mailroom, a spark of hope pounding against her chest as she opens the door and breathes in relief.
Of course, he’s still there.
His fall brown hair sticks out in all directions as he hunches over his notes deep in thought – they envelop him like a veil, drawing him into his own little world and Kim can't help but smile at the sight of it.
Things between them had been weird, unspoken, floating in a chasm that had opened something up between them since their kiss – a kiss that had turned into many more, in make out sessions after a night of too strong drinks or at lunch breaks when she visited him in the mailroom, but not yet to more.
She couldn’t quite put into words how she felt when she was with him but it’s a bit like coming home after a hard day and being greeted by your cat and flopping into a warm bed. Also like watching the sunset with a glass of wine or when the full moon shines through the window and bathes you in its protective, silver light.
It was something good, something steady in her life. And she didn’t want to screw that up.
With soft steps and a bouncing ponytail, she sneaks up and gently strokes his neck until he flinches and looks at her with his lavender gray eyes, which each time lull Kim into a comforting dream.
“Oh, hey…” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. “Didn’t hear you coming.”
A look over his shoulder tells her that he was studying for the next exam again – he often did it here at night so Chuck wouldn't notice. “Long day, huh?”
“Yeah.” He let his head snuggle closer to her palm, making her heart beat a little bit faster. “How was yours?”
She gently drops her hand and jumps on the table, legs crossed. “I’ve got a new case.”
“Really?” And just like that, his eyes sparkle like gemstones and he’s all hers. “Tell me all about it.”
“It’s not really that exciting,” she sighs but pulls her cherry red lips into a smile nevertheless. It’s like he can enchant her just by his mere presence. “Someone stole a baby Jesus from a nativity set.”
He scoffs a laugh, which always highlights the little wrinkles around his eyes and his nose and it’s the sweetest thing Kim has ever seen. She wants to kiss them until they’re covered with her lipstick, until she leaves something of her behind. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I was sent to the juvenile court today. Not the breakthrough of my career.” She wants to say it as a joke, but reality lies heavily on her shoulders and her voice as well – it’s hard being a new lawyer and working yourself up. And if someone would know the best of it, it was Jimmy – after all, he was working himself up from the ground he was constantly thrown on.
And that’s why his voice softens, as his hand strokes gently over her exposed knee – a sensation that leaves goosebumps all over her body and for the first time, she wishes her skirt was a little shorter. “But you kept him out of trouble?”
Their gazes meet, shared smiles dancing around them, trying to hide as if in a court of law. “Yes.”
“What did you say?” His eyes are teasing her, his words are flirting and if she doesn’t imagine it, he also slides a little closer with his chair.
“Well let’s just say he was lucky it wasn’t a real baby,” her eyes are still lingering on his hand touching her leg, but as soon as his giggle fills the room, she feels her own laugh bubbling out of her.
“Oh man,” he shakes his head, turning red from his laugh, “what does he even want with a baby jesus?”
She shrugs, her gaze resting on him, imagining how she brushes through his hair, how his eyes pierce her before he kisses her again, how his soft lips taste like coffee and cigarettes and turn her whole world upside down. “I have no fucking idea. He and his friend seemed stoned.”
“If you say it like that, it could have easily been me as a teenager.” He smirks and looks right at her, his lip twitching.
She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms in front of her chest, ready to push any button he’s offering. “Really? You’ve been high all the time as well?”
He leans forward, his grip tightening around her leg. “I didn't have to be high to get stupid ideas.”
She laughs, wishing she could have experienced a younger version of him, wishing he could have been her high school sweetheart – because he had the same effect on her right now: everlasting, enchanting, earth-shattering.
A part of herself knew she would never be able to fully forget him. He was carved into her skin, like their names on stones, engraved into her soul.
“So… how’s the studying going?”
He groans, the sound of which makes Kim’s blood freeze in her veins. “I can’t really concentrate. Too much on my mind.”
And that’s when he looks up again, eyes scanning her body and the tension in the room becomes unbearable – they hadn’t really seen each other for days, let alone found some time to talk.
He's now sitting so close that she can stroke his neck again, grasp his tie, which he was only wearing loosely, and slowly pull him up to her. “Yeah? I could help with that.”
As a gentle smile crosses his pink lips, Kim knew she would be devoured any moment, she would perish. And god , she was ready.
In the heat of the moment, she doesn’t know who leans in first, but within seconds, her hands are carving into his neck, and his tender lips meet hers, sweet like honey, soft like a feather.
Both being taken over by desire, by passion, their kisses become more intense, deeper, quicker, as he pushes himself even closer between her thighs, his hands wandering down her leg.
He slips his fingers under the fabric of her skirt and slid his hand up, their hunger colliding. Her lips part slightly at the sensation, allowing Jimmy’s tongue to slip inside. Legs trembling, she grabs onto his strong arm, holding onto him, as the world around her starts spinning.
It’s almost as intense as in her dreams, and it’s so much more because it’s real . His signature smell is dazzling her, the bitter-sweet taste of his lips reminds her who she was, as his fingers find her panties, trying to rip them off. It was so unlike him, so rough and controlling – a whole different side but she quickly realized that she loves it, that she wants to see every little part of him he’s been hiding.
As he slips them out of the way, their eyes meet for a quick second, locking them inside their own universe, where she’s drowning in the ocean of his soul, and he finds his anchor in hers.
“Shit, Kim. You’re so beautiful.” And there he was again – the Jimmy she knew: voice soft, eyes weak and adoring. With that, she lets their mouths crash together once again.
He starts with a slow pace, massaging her clit with his finger, torturing her, while their lips find their own rhythm, their own melody, as Kim arches back on the table, a loud moan escaping her.
“Fuck,” she groans, as he increases the speed of his fingers.
His voice is rougher the next time he speaks, his words burning the air between them: “You’re a fuckin dream, you know that?”
She wants to tell him to stop, not to say these things because she couldn’t believe they were true – not when she felt the same thing about him. He’s not only a dream, but he’s the one dream she wants to chase her whole life, that would change everything – a daydream, she hopes would stay a while.
But she can’t say anything because his other hand roams down her waist, up to her breasts, paralyzing her thoughts, while she places her hands onto his chest, contemplating to rip off his shirt, even if this would mean to part from his touch. Shivering underneath his fingers, she tugs him closer, biting his bottom lip, eager to leave bruises, leave her marks.
She can’t believe that this is happening, no one is pulling back, no one is going to end whatever this was – that started in the mailroom.
In-between rough kisses, he pushes her skirt up – not too harsh, but not exactly gentle, as the fire inside of her reaches her head, burning down her whole body. Just as she squeezes her legs tighter around his hand, he lets go of her clit, and instead, presses his hand onto her leg, pulling back, sucking his lips into her neck.
Her blazing pleasure lets her breath hitch in her throat, trying to find the words. “Wh- What are you-?”
“Taking care of you,” his voice vibrates against her ear, as he pins down his lips to her neck for a last time – their heartbeats combined, their shared breaths intensifying.
He kneels down, pushing her legs apart, continuing to burn her thighs with every new kiss, engraving himself into her.
“Jimmy,” she whimpers, as one of her hands grabs tightly on the table, whereas the other finds its way to his head, letting her fingers run over his soft hair, the back of his neck. As soon as his mouth touches her lips, his tongue brushing against her warm, slick clit, her legs twitch around his head, locking him between her.
He increases the movement of his tongue, playing with her clit, flicking his tongue against it, caressing it, sucking it. Getting lost in the deep sensation, Kim fights her inner demons. She wants him, she wants all of him, she wants to feel him. Inside of her.
No matter how much she’s trembling, how good his tongue feels on her, it isn’t enough. Usually, she wasn’t ungrateful, wasn’t so greedy. But now since she had tasted blood, she needed more of it, she needed to be consumed by it, by him .
With all her strength, and it felt like she was swimming against the tide, running along an endless path, she pushes his head away and pulls on his sweater. “I need you. Now .”
Stuck in a daydream, he takes in all of her: her flushing red cheeks, her swollen, pink lips, the blonde, almost golden hair and most of all, the need in her eyes. He wants to tell her she was like the sunset, the most beautiful and tender thing he ever saw, giving him a sense of comfort, a place like home. He also wants to fuck her, as if he was possessed.
“Are you sure?” he huffs instead and feels the racing blood in his throbbing dick for the first time as he presses against his pants, wanting to be let out, stealing all his words, his mind.
“ Yes ,” she groans in response, her hands fumbling at the ends of his shirt. With hectic movements, she rips away his tie and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his chest, his broad shoulders. Leather slithers as he fumbles with hasty fingers on his belt, opening the zipper of his pants.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.” He pulls one out of his wallet that had been tucked in his pocket and steps closer to her, grabbing her thighs. “You really wanna do this? With this guy?”
Resting her hands on his bare skin, she presses her fingers into his chest, desperately to feel his skin on hers, but too impatient to let the heat of the moment rush away, ready to be taken over by him. “I want you, Jimmy. All of you.”
He accepts it without discussion, pulling down his pants, his boxer shorts, revealing his big cock, quickly stripping the condom over it. Kim watches him, her legs jerking, as she pushes her skirt higher again, guiding him closer towards her. With a quick movement of his hand he tries to unbutton her blouse, but Kim nudges his hand away, too impatient to wait any longer. “It takes too long.”
“Okay, yeah.” He looks at her with stars in his eyes, with the sun in his chest, ready to hang the moon for her. Getting lost in the brightness of his eyes, the excitement rushes through her body – she’s ready to explode.
Pressing his tip against her entrance, his hands rest down on her hips, making her choose once again, before he would take all of her in. “You sure?”
She answers him by sealing their lips into a deep kiss again, their breaths hitching, as he roughly presses his cock inside of her, both of their moans intermingle within their longing kiss.
He slips his hand under her blouse, finding her bra and massaging her tits, as he thrusts into her.
Still adjusting to his thick cock, she digs her nails into his neck, into his back, into his shoulders, leaving scratching marks all over his body, finally being all his.
“This feels so good,” she mumbles, as their flushing red skin smacks together, moans escaping both of them, overshadowing the squeaking table.
For a moment, Kim’s gaze falls back to the closed door, internally hoping that everyone had already left the office, as she squeezed her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Harder.”
“Fuck, Kim.” Increasing the pace, he pushes in further, the arousal inside of Kim dwells up, triggered by every new thrust of his hip. “Don’t stop,” she hushes in between her rapid breaths, clinging even further into his skin, encouraging him to fill her even deeper.
His hands wander back to her hips, to her ass, as his chest movement increases and he lets out a rough groan, which Kim ate up, swallowed voraciously, wanting more. “You feel so good, Kim.”
Every time he pulls out and pushes back in, the table slithers a step back, and Kim threatens to slip away from him, but he finds his way back to her every time, more intensively, more acutely with every thrust – occasionally snatching a desperate kiss on his jaw, on his neck, on his shoulder, combined with the sound of her pleasure.
And when she tilts her head back, her eyes closed, her mind wanders away, slipping away from him. Instead, only the dizzying fog in her head, as well as the fullness of him, tickles her nerves, sends her over the edge. “Jimmy!” She whines, cries out loud, while her mind is still hovering somewhere in the air, slowly coming back to her, as her orgasm washes over her in waves.
She manages to open her eyes, only to see his flushed face, as he too shatters, pushing into her with a soft groan again, so hard that the table smashed against the wall close behind it, yanking off the picture on the wall.
Their heavy breaths still dancing between them, recovering from their shared orgasm, they break out in loud laughter.
“No matter what cases you get, you’re my number one attorney,” Jimmy whispers into her ear, still snuggling closer – and before he can say another thing, or wait for an answer, she silences him with another all-consuming kiss, wanting to hold on to that moment forever.