his_sarah_jane | [Milliways] OOM: James' Flat, London, 2006

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[Milliways] OOM: James' Flat, London, 2006

Every day it felt as if that flat they shared in London was becoming less and less James' flat and more and more their's. It was mostly the little things: the invasion of her clothing, new books added to the shelves, more colours added to the decorum, and photographs she had decided were much more fitting than the sparse decorations previously up. It was beginning to feel like a home to Sarah Jane, much like their flat in Milliways.

But maybe more than anything that made her feel as if she actually lived there was the arrival of a letter with her name on it in the post that day. She had stopped to check on her way back from the gym, and absolutely beamed when she opened up the letter - from an up and coming women's magazine - and read the words that told her that she was now a published writer in James' world as well as her own.

It was a small piece she had written, based on something she had once done for the Metropolitan, on the ever changing societal role of women in London -- now updated for the 21st century. And inside was a check for the rights of the piece, and an offer to continue writing on a more permanent basis.

Smiling to herself, Sarah head upstairs. It wasn't the London Times, but it was a start. A start that, in her opinion, deserved a relaxing bubble bath until James came home.

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She nods, smiling brightly despite the clouded dissappointment in her eyes of the lack of lips on her skin. "Yes really! It's a start, James. Maybe I have a future as a journalist in your world after all."

He grins at her. It’s part pride, part smug satisfaction. “See. I told you so.”

Sarah sits up, suds clinging to parts of her body as she rolls her eyes at him. "Oh, shush. It was only a matter of time until I had gotten the idea myself."

He pulls his hand away, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “But you didn’t get it before I suggested it.”

"So?"

“So…” He finishes rolling his sleeves and sticks an arm out across the bathtub, hand resting on the side against the wall. He leans forward, his other arm folded across the outer edge of the tub, his face inches away from Sarah Jane’s. “That means I win.”

Sarah's breath hitches and she nods slightly, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. Softly, "And what is it that you win?"

The hand on the outer ledge of the bathtub slinks up her neck to her chin, holding her head in place as James presses his lips against hers, massaging them tenderly with just a hint of tongue. He pulls away slowly.

His subsequent grin is too goofy to match the kiss. “Twenty percent of all your profits. I discovered you; I ought to make a profit out of my discovery.”

That is much too unfair. Sarah lets her eyes close for a moment, letting the kiss linger on her lips and her heart slow down before she opens then again. And shakes her head ever so much.

"As profits will be mixed in with yours to support us here, I think that a different prize is in order for both of us. And you can start by kissing me again, before we move on to a night on the town, including ring purchasing and dinner at a posh restaurant, James."

But she doesn't wait for him to reply before wrapping arms laced with opalescent white bubbles around his neck and crushing her lips to his.

He was about to say she read his mind, but it’s hard to speak when she’s kissing him like that. He leans in to the kiss, the arm against the wall diving under the water to grope the body beneath it.

Some part of her mind reminds Sarah that this scenario is highly unfair, what with James still dressed and all.

But oh the things he can do with his little pinky finger and those lips of his and it certainly prevents Sarah Jane from protesting. Still, one hand does go to the tie around his neck, tugging at the knot to undo it as she kisses him.

It’s an unfair advantage he hopes Sarah Jane will rectify soon. The body beneath the clothes itches for release, yearns to be inside the bathtub and inside Sarah Jane. The question is how long will she take to free that body? James is reluctant to move his hands away from her to help.

Her fingers start moving faster and faster as more water tips over the edge. As much as his body might yearn to be inside her, hers yearns for much the same thing, if not more. Anything to relieve the familiar ache building up in the pit of her stomach.

Finally, not fast enough his shirt is unbuttoned and all she has left are his trousers. Roughly, her lips break their lock on his and move downward, sucking and biting at chest skin while her hands free him of the last constraints.

His trousers are thoroughly soaked by now, giving James another reason to rejoice being free of them. Not that it really matters. In a few seconds his whole body will be wet. He places a hand behind her head as he steps out of the trousers and boxers she’s freed him from.

Impulsively, she licks at the length of him. Normally it would be an invitation to something else, but right now Sarah Jane wants him inside of her more than she wants any more foreplay.

So she pulls her head away, smiling. "The water feels absolutely lovely, you know."

“A bit cold,” he says, wiggling a hand freely in the water. He then presses it against her stomach, sliding it up towards her breasts. “Except here.”

She playfully splashes some water in his direction and then places her hand on top of his, guiding it to one of her breasts. "I promise you it'll be much warmer with two of us in here."

“I suppose it would,” he replies, hand squeezing her breast. “But not without one thing.” His free hand goes to his trousers, extracting the condom. He momentarily wonders if he should have taken more than one.

She moans, letting her eyes close at the touch. Sarah's losing patience, and she's losing it fast.

"Oh, hurry, will you?"

He grins, opening the package and rolling the condom on before stepping into the bathtub as quickly as possible. He lays on top of her, waisting no time to push himself in and begin what she so eagerly desires.

Water crashes on to the floor, displaced by James' body. But Sarah Jane doesn't notice, doesn't notice anything but the contrast in heat between the fluid environment around them and his body on top of hers. It's a wonderful contrast and she sighs - moans - loudly at everything. Her knees bend out of the water as Sarah Jane adjusts herself to having him inside of her once more.

She honestly can't ever see herself tiring of this, and Sarah smiles up at him. "I love you."

“I love you, too,” he whispers into his ear, pressing his body closer to hers as he slowly thrusts into her, careful not to displace more water. They’ll have to be extra careful stepping out of the tub, when they step out of the tub. Right now he intends to spend as much time in the tub with her as possible.

With every thrust comes murmurs and moans and Sarah finally closes her eyes, kissing him and hugging him as the familiar rhythm begins. She works hard to match his pace, never one to let him do all the work and always wanting to recipocrate the pleasure she feels when they make love.

With water making everything slicker than sweat would, there's less friction and it's harder to grab and hold on to him. But her hands to the best they can in exploring. And everything about this moment is just as she had hoped it would be.

Eventually they reach the part that is so familiar, and yet never ceases to be incredible: the climax, that experience that never diminishes regardless the number of times they reach it, an experience James almost always wants to seek again immediately after no matter how good the previous was. Their bodies are still, after, both catching their breath before James begins placing kisses on her neck and face, unwilling to leave just yet. He wants them to stay like this, in this post-coital peace, for as long as possible.

Sarah has absolutely no complaints, what with the bouyancy of the water helping to relieve the normally heavy weight of James' body on top of hers. She never really had any romantic illusions towards sex, but when she rests in his arms after moments like this, she has. And she sees how easily people view it as one of the strongest attatchments two people can have when in love. And just how wonderfully connected she feels with him when he's inside of her.

Her heart rate begins to slow as she peaks one eye open, watching in happy silence as he kisses her. The surge of love she feels at that second catches Sarah Jane off guard and she laughs. She laughs at the simple joy of being alive and being here and everything falling in to place.

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