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"Where… is…?" Jimmy rummages between the couch cushions, eventually pulling back, victorious, to brandish-
"-The remote!"
The TV clicks on, presenting a comforting, monochromatic semblance of real life. The White Heat opening score cuts through the stillness of their apartment, but Kim cannot bring herself to watch. Nor can she bring herself to talk; if she does, news from her meeting with Howard would spill out, polluting the space between them. Jimmy has been knocked down too many times recently. His arrest, Chuck’s betrayal, his suspension, Chuck’s death. Now here he sits, making a dubious display of his optimism, hidden away with takeout and classic film and her. Bringing up the will right now would be like taking a hammer to something rare and fragile. Instead, she watches him.
He notices, and at first he is confused, but he returns her stare. Her feelings for him brim to the surface, and in a moment she is kissing him, pressing him back as she rises over him. They get lost in each other for a while, the sound coming from the TV fading out of their consciousness, becoming white noise. Their mouths move together while Jimmy's hands roam steady caresses across her back. Kim breaks off from his mouth, kissing a trail along his jawline while she reaches for his tie, sliding it loose and unbuttoning his shirt. The skin of his chest is even paler than usual in the TV’s faint blue light. She moves her hands up his chest and finds him soft and warm against her skin. One hand reaches down between them, hooking a finger under the button of his pants. Jimmy jerks slightly, stalling her. His voice breaks out as a rasp.
"Hold on."
She feels his watch brush against her stomach, moving downward. Kim smiles and catches him by the wrist, pushing his hand back up to rest by his head. His eyebrows shoot up as his lips form a curious smile.
She tells him, "just lay back."
His hair flops back a little against the geometric pattern of a cushion as he follows her instruction. She finds his button again, popping it open and sliding down his fly. She can feel his eyes on her, watching intently as she grabs for the waistband of his navy blue boxers. He lifts his hips a little to help her.
They rarely do this.
"... Don't feel like you have to-" Jimmy begins, sheepishly.
Kim smirks up at him, exposed and splayed before her. He looks vulnerable.
"-I want to."
She bows her head to catch the tip of him in her mouth and he lets out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut.
She takes her time, moving slowly. His eyes are closed and his breathing is heavy. From another time and place, someone's voice rings out, " Stop the train, and let us off ". Jimmy furrows his brow and his hand pats around blindly until it finds the remote again and switches off the TV. His hand moves back to rest on his chest.
She is teasing him now, her movements almost taunting, and Jimmy starts moaning, barely audible. His eyebrows crease together with the strain of holding back. Kim wonders if he will start to buck against her, or if she will feel his hand on the back of her head, but it never happens.
She brings her head up to look at him and he shudders from the loss of contact. His eyes are still closed, one hand on his chest, the other tangled in his own hair. He looks beautiful like this, stretched out and needy under the soft lighting.
"What do you want, Jimmy?"
He mumbles something unintelligible. Kim raises an eyebrow.
"... What was that?" she asks.
"Just…" He lets out an unsteady breath. "Just keep going." He looks hot, his cheeks tinged red.
She carries on, building him up until he is straining again and then slowing down, Jimmy squirms, eyes clenched shut and increasingly desperate.
Finally he speaks. "Please, I need- oh god…"
She pauses again and he practically whimpers.
"What do you need, Jimmy?"
"I need to come. Please."
One thing had been bothering her the whole time. "Look at me."
He finally does, half-lidded, and she starts to move again, gaze locked on his, gradually building up a pace. His head tilts forward, watching her with clouded, lusty eyes. Breathing heavily, his hands stretch out to the sides and he grabs a hold of the couch, grasping tightly at the fabric. She feels a twitch against her tongue and he gasps her name.
She takes most of him in her mouth, eventually pulling off. She works him with her hand, letting out the last few spurts over his stomach.
He lays there, bare chest rising and falling as he catches his breath, watching her with wide eyes.
Finally he catches sight of himself, naked and messy, while Kim sits fully clothed. He flashes her a slightly embarrassed smile and breaks the silence by saying;
"... I'll, uh, be right back."
In his absence, Kim hears the hiss of the shower escaping through the bathroom door. She turns the TV back on while she waits and White Heat flickers back to life.
"- What's the use of having money if you've gotta run every time you see a shadow?"
When Jimmy returns he has showered and put on pyjamas. He settles down next to her and she pulls him in, curling her arms around him. The food he brought lay, soon to be remembered, before them, and now Kim feels able to watch the film again.
"You know," Jimmy murmurs, resting his head against her, "I think now I agree with you. Jaws 3 would have been a mood killer."
Kim laughs and presses a kiss to his head. His hair is damp against her lips and smells of citrus.
"You're sure you don't need me to, ah…?"
"Later."