There we stand about to fly (For Moira - Artfest / NSFW)

[jamesthorn]

Heading home from the art festival, James instructs the cab driver to swing by the market near the boardwalk. When he does remember to shop, he prefers to shop here because they had good produce and they sold seafood fresh from the coastal waters surrounding town. There was no better place to find seafood. He quickly finds everything he needs and goes home.

Soon after leaving moira earlier, he had realized that the only thing he truly knew how to cook, that was reasonably appropriate, was lobster. His mother taught him once, when she was throwing some beach shindig for a few family friends, and she had insisted on preparing the food herself. Something nearly unheard of considering their kitchen staff. But, his mother had said her mother and grandmother had passed the recipe onto her. James remembers being fascinated by the tradition, and he makes the dish more than once a year when he found a reason. Sometimes just to remember....

As he looks around, he once again thinks maybe it's too much food. His kitchen is full of pots and pans, his stove clarifying butter, the oven heating a crusty loaf of bread. He places the salad he finishes into the fridge, knowing there's nothing he can do now. He just kicks himself, not knowing what the fuck he's doing lately. Cooking dinner for Moira, excited by the idea of her company for the evening. How was he going to explain this if anyone found out?

He can't do anything about it now. Might as well accept that he's put himself in this position. He manages to make it up the stairs reasonably easy. He showers quickly, needing the hot summer day and the cab ride rinsed away from him. He changes into a pair of jeans and a navy henley. He puts on his walking boot again but just sticks a sock on his other foot. It is seven o'clock when he gets back downstairs. He finishes the last of the food until his guest arrives.

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[chasingtwisters]

Moira spends most of the day at the festival, catching up with her cousins and taking in the various art on display. It's a comfortable, fairly uneventful afternoon, and she relishes in the lack of chaos even as she strangely misses James. She finds herself often thinking about what snarky comment the man might make at various paintings, what he would think of certain sculptures, etc.

She heads home around four, to give herself plenty of time to clean up and prepare herself. She soaks in the bath for at least an hour, using all of her favorite bath salts, particularly lavender and rose geranium. She emerges from the water smelling like an essential oil blend, quickly changing into a lilac summer dress, a recent splurge for herself. She keeps her hair loose, and accents the look only with a simple seashell necklace.

She takes pleasure in the routine; a familiar pattern from whenever she met up with new dates. She passes the rest of the time adjusting her make-up, until she finds a pattern that she likes. She grabs another bottle of wine, one of her favorites, and makes her way over to James' place.

At seven, almost precisely, she knocks on his door.

[jamesthorn]

Whatever lingering misconceptions James has about what tonight is, what tonight may mean, immediately fall to the wayside once the knock on the door comes. He checks the clock on the wall, impressed to find Moira was right on time, something he appreciated. He uses his crutches to head to the door, calling out for her to hold on. He opens the door wide, not expecting her to be so. So. Just so. Even though he had taken the time to shower, Moira had clearly made an effort with her hair and traces of makeup and even a dress.

"Hey," he says. He motions for her to come inside, feeling like he's stood gawking for a second too long, but he manages a casual smile in her direction. He gathers his crutches back under his arms so he can walk the, back into the kitchen. "I've made food if you want some. I didn't know."

[chasingtwisters]

Moira doesn't know if she chose this dress purely for James' potential reaction or if she just loves the dress, but when she arrives at James' place, she gets the benefit of both. She manages to keep her smile from turning into a full-on smirk, but she retains a playful edge to it, nonetheless. He looks rather good, himself, in his henley and jeans. It suits his eyes and hair, and Moira finds her grin growing more appreciative the more she takes in his outfit.

"Hello," she greets, walking inside when he motions for her to, taking pleasure from his casual smile. "You've cooked? I didn't know you cooked," she teases.

"It sounds wonderful," she adds, a second later.

[jamesthorn]

Certainly, James should have known when he invited her over for dinner, tonight, without cause, that it would've appeared he was asking her over for dinner, as in a date-dinner. Now he feels rather ridiculous without his other shoe, and he might've put on actual pants instead of jeans. Her dress suits her perfectly, a light rosy lilac, and he's never noticed Moira in this way, in anything beyond general acknowledgement. Now that he notices, it's hard not to realize that he finds her attractive.

He enters into the kitchen beside her, having laid out all the dinner once again on the island, because he thought this was just a casual thing. "I don't really," he admits. He didn't feel like calling to the house again for dinner, else someone might wonder why he needed two big meals in such a short time. "You're looking at the entirety of my culinary prowess."

He seats himself on one of the stools and unfolds one of the napkins, tucking it into his shirt. Lobster was a messier dish, and he hoped she didn't mind.

[chasingtwisters]

Even in a dress, which she doesn't feel is overly fancy, Moira thinks little of the whole 'dress fancy for dates' type of rules, a perspective she gleaned from past experiences wherein she found she enjoyed herself more the less she worried about her personal appearance. Yet, coming over to James, she felt like she ought to dress up a little more than usual, if only to alert him to the fact that her interest felt more than 'friendly' now. She admitted to herself as she was preparing to come over; she found James attractive and she wanted to see what would come of it.

As she walks into the kitchen with him, she notices the scent of the cooking lobster right away and her stomach growls; she can't recall the last time she'd had lobster, only that it has been too long.

"Hey, don't sell yourself short," she says, taking in the aromas and the plates set out for them. "Lobster is a hell of a dish, and it looks great."

It's oddly domestic, him cooking the meal they are about to eat, and Moira finds herself looking forward to it all the more because of that fact.

She slides into the stool beside him and makes sure to tuck her own napkin in.

"Thanks for having me over and thanks for cooking," she tells him with a smile.

[jamesthorn]

"Um..." James never expects her to take seat directly beside him because that's different. But he tries his best to remain present a collected demeanoe that he isn't freaking out just a bit. He wonders if this isn't some weird twilight universe or something. It all seems so easy. "It was nothing," he says, shifting in his seat so he can reach. He serves her then himself on the salad.

In a way though, he appreciates her directness. He doesn't like guessing. He likes facts, honesty, evidence he can see with his own two eyes, and she is very intentional in her own interest. Which makes him comfortable. That he is receiving signals because she is purposefully giving them.

He uses his hands to break the lobster's shell. "We agree no forks," he says, smiling, as he pops the shred of lobster meat into his mouth.

[chasingtwisters]

"Unless this seat is taken," she grins, really enjoying James' flustered reactions to the littlest things. Truth be told, James makes her nervous in his own way, though Moira tends to show it with the constant fixing of her hair and the way she feels the need to smooth down her dress every two minutes. She's already feeling giddy, being this close to him, and it's strange, but she enjoys it. "It doesn't look like nothing to me," she says before taking a bite of the delicious salad.

"Hell yes," Moira says with enthusiasm, breaking her own lobster shell. "Who the hell eats lobsters with forks?"

[jamesthorn]

If he notices the shy tucking of behind her ear or the primping of her dress, he doesn't let it show. He smiles instead as she rips into her lobster, juices shooting everywhere. "I dunno, but maybe you need too," he says, teasing a little, as he wipes his face with the cloth napkin.

But he continues eating his lobster, peeling away the shell to reveal the white flesh, and the food turned out perfect. He rarely cooks, so he is glad. "How was the rest of the festival?" he asks.

[chasingtwisters]

Moira has never been a clean eater, so to speak, which always came in handy whenever she felt the need to irritate the living hell out of her mother and other members of her family, as well as the prissy girls she went to school with. Moira takes pleasure in finger foods, foods so messy that you really have to wash up after eating. So she takes no shame from James' words.

"Only when I hit you with juice in the eye," she grins right back, reveling in the sweetness of the lobster meat and eating next to him. "And hey, you're not any cleaner, dude," she points out as he wipes his face with the napkin.

"It was really nice," she says, thinking of Alodia and her sculptures. "You would have appreciated some of the booths. It's not the same without your snarky commentary."

[jamesthorn]

"Pretty sure that was from you," he says, laughing, but he sucks the juice from his fingers anyway. The lobster is succulent and juicy just as it should be, but it isn't the cleanest eating experience, something James really isn't a fan of in most cases, raised too much on fancy dining experiences at the Thornton Estate. But from the way Moira just attacks her food, despite all the work she's done to look night tonight, he decides it's alright, funny at least.

He eats, listening to her speak, wondering if she was being facetious or if she genuinely missed his presence this afternoon. He smiles anyway. "Snarky. Well okay. June just calls me a grouch. Which isn't true either."

[chasingtwisters]

"Yes, well, there's only so much of the refined lady left in me," she shrugs with a grin. "Ten years away from home and I've turned positively...crazy cottage lady, I suppose is the term for it." Moira remembers the etiquette and the manners; they're all but embedded in her since birth. She much prefers her more recent style of living, only having her own comfort to worry about and not needing to concern herself with the opinions of others. And she feels comfortable enough around James to show him that part of herself.

"Does she call you Oscar the Grouch? Because I might have to start calling you that," she laughs while taking a drink, deciding that she likes June the more she hears of her. It's nice that James has people in his life to keep him on his toes besides herself.

[jamesthorn]

James knew that Moira wasn't especially close with her family or siblings, but he didn't realize she'd been estranged for ten years. That was a long time. He guesses that spoke to her readiness to draw his attention to her mother's true nature if she left so long ago, rather being alone than stuck. Maybe he's always been too focused on what he's lost to notice.

He shakes his head, chuckling in amusement. "She doesn't, but I'm sure she would if she thought it would annoy me," he admits.

[chasingtwisters]

It's hard to explain her situation to people, especially to those who don't understand the dynamics of her family the way she does. She loves her siblings dearly, even if they aren't as close as they once were; she positively loathes her mother. In reconciling the two, Moira left home in the wake of her father's death. It doesn't feel like ten years, but then, time always has a funny way of working like that.

"Excellent, I have potential blackmail info now," she teases as she finishes up her meal.

[jamesthorn]

"Blackmail, huh?" He smiles wiping his hands free from the buttery mess on his fingers, feeling warm and stuffed, the way one does after a particularly good meal. He addresses the empty plates on the table by stacking them together, happy to see she'd eaten the majority of her meal, which meant lobster had been a decent choice. He reaches for his crutches, thinking he should clean this all up, wondering what happens next. He decides instead maybe the dishes could wait.

Instead, he remembers the wine she had given him on the way inside. He retrieves a pair of wine glasses from the rack overhead, holding them out to her so he can use his crutches and get the patio door open.

"You'll like the view I'm sure," he says. Behind his house was a private woods and lush untamed garden since he had never done much with it. The most he'd bothered with was redoing the covered patio with stoned tiles and stringing some lanterns for light. But it was a nice summer night, cool breeze, and he thought why not.

[chasingtwisters]

"Just in case," she drawls with a glint in her eyes as she finishes cleaning herself off from the meal. God, she can't remember the last time she had lobster, let alone fantastic lobster such as this. She's thoroughly impressed by James' ability to cook and is about to offer to clean up after such an amazing meal when he grabs the wine and some glasses. She decides that cleaning can wait.

She follows him out into his backyard, where woods and an almost feral-looking garden await her. She can't help but admire the view, as he said she would; it's a quietly magnificent piece of nature, and it suits James perfectly, she realizes. She grins as she takes in the sight.

"This is beautiful," she tells him, watching the sun hang low in the sky over lantern lights and a stone patio. "You're right; I do enjoy the view."

[jamesthorn]

Carefully, he lowers himself into the patio chair, leaning his crutches against one of the wood columns along the deck. He admires the view for himself for a moment, then admires the delight on her face. It's never looked quite as good out, he thinks.

He pours the wine into the two glasses, offering hers by placing it near where she stands. He takes his own and sips a drink from his glass, savoring the sweetly bitter taste. "I was gonna fix it up, but I never had the time," he says.

[chasingtwisters]

Moira turns when he places down her glass of wine, picking it up and slowly sipping from it, savoring the taste of it in the evening light as she sweeps her gaze across the garden.

She turns and takes the patio chair next to James', lounging in it as she keeps sipping from her drink. He looks at peace like this, she muses, watching James relax. The lighting further emphasizes the youthfulness to his smile, and Moira thinks he looks absolutely lovely.

"Honestly," she tells him over her glass, "I don't think you need to do anything to it; it's perfect the way it is."

[jamesthorn]

He gently rolls the stem of the glass between his fingers, appreciating the atmosphere surrounding them, the setting sun swiftly turning to night, the gently breeze, the croaking of frogs and grasshoppers. It's peaceful out here in a way he's never truly experienced as he's often working late night's at the station, or when he's off-duty thinking about work or his mother's investigation. It's hard because he loves his job, being a cop, and the protection of the town was important.

But tonight with Moira, the exact person or what she represents that he's always protected the town from, he's wonders why he hasn't given this part of life more attention. He settles into his chair, relaxing as best he can, the muscles in his legs tired from hauling him around on his crutches, not yet used to the extra workout.

"I'll take your approval into consideration," he says, smirking. And he just may. "My sister may overrule you though. She likes to remodel things, in particular my house. And I'm not especially good at telling her no."

[chasingtwisters]

Moira leans back in her chair as she finishes her glass, letting her legs, long and bare, dangle in the slight breeze that causes her skirt to flutter about her. She grins, full of wine, good food, and excellent company in James in the chair by her side. The melody of the night coming alive around them makes Moira feel as content as she feels when she slips into the ocean water.

James was once something of a nemesis, and now, Moira finds there is no one she'd rather be with right now; the thought flickers throughout her mind the way the blades of overgrown patches of grass shiver in the breeze. She stretches a bit so that part of her dress slips down, revealing more of her cleavage. She's relaxed enough that she thinks she might not be doing it deliberately; but the small smile tugging her lips suggests otherwise.

"You're so thoughtful," she says, the grin still on her face. "Aw, the precious baby sister. She just bats an eyelash and you're there, right?"

[jamesthorn]

The gentle breeze ruffles the cloth of her dress, and he would be lying if he said he didn't see, didn't take notice. But he's enough of the proper sort not to let his eyes linger, or become too distracted. Though the smile on her face, whether teasing or otherwise, is enough, warms a deep place inside his chest. He takes another sip of wine letting that have his concentration for a moment. When she mentions June, he laughs, shaking his head, at her phrasing, but knowing it likely true. June was his little sister. He'd do anything for her, and she was very much aware of that. He couldn't help it though. He still had this image of her as a baby asleep in her crib, something meant for him to protect.

"Unfortunately. Good kid, bit of a troublemaker." He considers this a moment, smirking. "You'd probably get along."

[chasingtwisters]

"I've been looking for someone to take under my wings, as a matter of fact," she says slyly, noting the way he quickly averts his gaze from her dress as the breezes exposes more of her skin, which only makes her smile more. She wants to see more of him blushing, wants to know how much she can get away with in pressing his buttons, so to speak. She moves her legs so more of their skin is exposed as she picks herself up.

"I'm getting more wine, do you want any?" She asks, walking over to his chair to reach for the bottle. She missteps, however, and accidentally trips, winding up in his lap, almost straddling him. She looks down at him a moment, eyeing the way his shirt hugs his chest. Fuck it, she thinks, she's already come this far. She leans down and presses her lips to his.

[jamesthorn]

It was the wine. Literally. He reaches for the bottle, attempting a polite gesture, even as she is capable of fetching the wine herself. Something in his hurry to secure the bottle for her causes a loss of balance, and he thinks oh fuck as she lands rather gracelessly in his chair. On his lap. He is in the middle of apologizing, admitting his own clumsy chivalry when she gets this crazy look in her eyes. He names it crazy despite it being more than that even. Serious and tempting. Considering. She looks at him like she's about to---

Oh. She is about to kiss him, he thinks, is kissing him. Her mouth is on his mouth, and they are kissing. For certain. Those are his hands on her face. He allows it for a second, their lips to meet, but he leans away, settling a hand on her shoulder to hold her. Closer? Away? He isn't sure. "What was that?" He asks, because maybe that was an accident.

[chasingtwisters]

Moira finds it especially amusing how James apologizes to her as she lands in his lap, right before she kisses him. She never realized how easily flustered he becomes; she wishes she knew that fact sooner. He remains flustered throughout the kiss, his eyes widened as he takes everything in. It's oddly endearing, in its own way.

She's still grinning when they pull apart, his hand on her shoulder and her hands moving to his chest. Her eyes are alight with mischief, desire, and something else she doesn't want to consider right now.

"That? That was me kissing you," she informs him, giving him a brief, playful poke in the chest before leaning down again to whisper in his ear. "And just so you know, I'm going to do it again."

This time her kiss is slightly firmer, more insistent. So he knows she means it.

[jamesthorn]

"Uh...okay," he says, flustered by her warning, by the determined and mischievous look in her eyes, by the fact that he doesn't exactly push her off him, as he maybe should. Because this was strange, wrong maybe, they were having a good time. Yes, he admits that. Except they were still them, and they didn't do things like this. Well, he didn't think they did. A fact proven incorrect when she actually kisses him again. This time more insistent, speaking with the way her lips press into his, firmly and demanding, that maybe they don't do this. But they are about too.

If he doesn't do something. Except he doesn't. He couldn't really. She feels nice against him, and maybe he hasn't had someone in such a long time, that it would be almost impossible to refuse. All he does instead is move the hand he has on her shoulder to the place around her neck, pulling her closer, in order to kiss her back. His heart is beating extremely fast with adrenaline and other things, things he's never. Never. He ignores that completely. Entirely. Calms his brain with soothing notions about this being two consenting adults in a one-off deal.

He's never done that but nevertheless. That thought settles in his head better, simpler than assuming kissing Moira was based on something deeper. Instead, he deepens their kiss, opening his mouth to hers, quickening the pace of the movement as he wraps his other arm around her back.

[chasingtwisters]

She can feel James thinking too hard even as they kiss, so Moira works on remedying that. Yes, this is quite the scandal, should anyone catch wind of them in this rather compromising position, but damn if that doesn't make this more fun. There's more to this than thrills, however; Moira's aware of it, creeping up in the back of her mind. But she chooses to ignore it for now, knowing she can dwell more deeply on her feelings later.

She can't remember the last time she wanted someone this much; as they kiss, Moira feels the ache of how long it's been since the last person she was with, and it only spurs her actions on further.

When he opens his mouth to her, Moira starts kissing him harder, enough to leave him breathless as she situates herself more firmly on his lap, actually straddling him this time. She runs one hand through his hair while she lets the other trail down his clothed chest, wanting to cause him shivers.

[jamesthorn]

After a few seconds, he too is spurred on by the delicate, slightly forbidden nature of their actions. He's never considered this, never once, but now he wants it, her, very very badly. He skims his hands along her hips, down her thighs, feeling the silky fabric of the dress he'd admired when she had arrived earlier tonight, letting it flow beneath the palms of his hands. He touches her quick with intention, the way she touches him, using his fingers to find warmed skin along her legs.

He thinks that's okay because her hands are all over him too, brushing through his hair and down his shirt, causing his body to shudder and the air in his lungs to escape in a rush, without thinking to stop her. His mouth gives some, pliable and easy, under the bruising pressure of her kisses, and they are going for each other then, breathlessly and frantically.

[chasingtwisters]

When he starts kissing with more urgency, Moira breaks away to start kissing and sucking down his face and neck, one hand still stroking through his hair and the other moving to slip under his shirt. She groans as his hands skim across the skin of her legs, leaning in closer and encouraging him to touch more of her.

She never considered the possibility of doing this with James before tonight. Now that they've started, she can't stop, urged on by the mutual need exchanged with every brush of skin against skin and kiss. She presses down with her hand beneath his shirt firmer, starting to rub circles in his flesh that causes shivers she can feel in her toes.

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[jamesthorn]

"Wait--" James hears himself breathe at her, his voice thready, his lips swollen. He feels her suck on his neck, teasing and tasting his skin, and he losses what he is saying for a second, pressing his fingers into the fleshy part of her thighs, gripping onto her to keep her put, so she'll keep doing that. Her mouth actually sparks like fire against him, and he wonders how that is. How this is even happening right now. How. He wonders if they'd never been kidnapped to that awful place together if this would've happened. Was that the beginning?

Her hands press into him, rubbing his chest and stomach, and that feels even better than everything before it. He suddenly remembers what he was meaning to say earlier. "Wait--" His hands slip under her dress properly because this can't go further until her underwear is outta the way. He moves back, giving air, and attempts to tug the fabric far enough down her legs, with fast clumsy fingers, but is distracted once or twice by her mouth and hands as he does.

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[chasingtwisters]

Perhaps them getting kidnapped together fused something within them both that now erupts in flame as they kiss, grab, and suck at each other, breathing ragged and movements quaking with speed and desire. Moira hears him call out 'wait,' but chooses to ignore it for the time being as she sucks a hickey onto the side of his neck, only partially so he has to explain himself at work.

She groans when he tightens his grip on her thighs, moving so that they're pressed even closer together than before. She pulls back and laughs a bit as he tries tugging her underwear off, moving one hand to shove his out of the way as she manages to get them off without even batting a lash. She then makes work at his pants, shoving the button open and pulling the zipper down harshly. She pauses to move his shirt up, almost off, and to lean in and kiss him, hard.

She finally pulls back when he says 'wait' again.

"Yes?" She murmurs against his mouth, panting heavily.

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[jamesthorn]

Her breath lingers against his mouth, heaving in and out, as though she just barely stopped to hear him out, and he isn't breathing or thinking well either, his own patience for the delay dwindling quickly. Actually he's having trouble remembering what it is he meant to say, instead his eyes focus on the shape of her mouth, the rosy smudged hue of her lipstick, leaving him distracted. Maybe he's losing it, losing his mind. He can't think straight right now with her so close to him. Even though what he meant to tell her was probably important, he feels like it was important. But it's as if the thought floated straight out of his head. He has no idea. No idea. And his body is straining to keep steady by this point so he's just like screw it.

"Nevermind," he says, swallowing, grabbing his hands around her face, threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer. "It doesn't matter." He kisses her again, crushing his lips into hers, tasting the inside of her mouth with his tongue for a few seconds.

He gets his hands around her hips, smoothing over bare skin with one hand, using his other to tug his pants out of the way, so they can just get on with this. His body is yearning to just feel her now, but he lets her take the lead as she's positioned over his lap. And she's seemed to relish being control. The warm air surrounds them in a cloud of sticky sweet summer air, leaving them panting, mouth to mouth, and thank god he doesn't have neighbors and no one else can hear this.

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[chasingtwisters]

Moira feels like she's forgetting something, some crucial step before they take this any further. When James initially asks her to wait, she gets the sense that he, too, recalls some of the finer details involved with this sort of thing. But then, he's looking up at her like a starving man gasping for water, beautiful eyes blown wide and fluttering with each heave of his chest. And the way he focuses those eyes on her, like she's the only girl in the world. Fuck, how is she supposed to concentrate on anything else besides him looking at her like that?

"Good," she replies as he reaches for her and ensnares her in another kiss, his hands in her hair as she moves down closer towards him.

She pulls back only to look him directly in the eyes as she positions herself over him, teasing him a bit by slowly decreasing the distance between them. There's something entirely intoxicating about him beneath her like this, face flushed as they make their way closer and closer to the edge.

She crashes their lips together only when she moves down on top of him, crushing their hips together as she sets a fast, desperate pace.

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[jamesthorn]

This--sex with Moira--is urgent and direct. Something is quite relentless about the movement of their bodies, about the heat covering them, about their lips barely touching, as though if they slow down even for a mere second there might be a break in the strange hold that's overtaken them. Making them think better of this, make them realize this could be a very bad mistake. He looks up at her, not actually meaning to make as much eye contact as he does, but he watches as she sways and writhes against him, only broken when he is compelled to kiss her again. He feels extraordinarily close to Moira in the moment, as though there's something deeper to their connection, that maybe this isn't just a really bad decision during a one-time type of night. But it's hard to consider the thought for long because he's barely keeping it together as it is.

Her breath goes jagged against his lips, and he is curses out a few words, fuck and yes and god, but she never lets up her desperately fast pace until he squeezes his hands and fingernails into her skin, until he comes. His stomach actually lurching once or twice from the force of it before he's just rests his forehead on her shoulder for a few seconds because that was amazing. Brilliant maybe. He doesn't really know how to describe it, but it happened.

That just happened. Eventually she moves off him. He swallows down, his throat dry now, as he attempts to catch his breath back. His head spins with every thought under the sun. From should they do that again to what the hell happened to it was only dinner to oh god she's a witch.

"Oh my god..." James says, overwhelmed by this, by her, and he just holds his head, rubbing his hands over his face.

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[chasingtwisters]

Moira can't keep herself from looking at James as she moves against him, unable to contain the snap of her hips or the way she almost loses control just by meeting his gaze, blurred by both desire and something deeper she really doesn't want to consider just now. The fact that they're both not fully undressed only adds to the urgency, the sheer, brisk pace of it all as they come together and part in movements as sharp as a rough tide.

He pulls her to him in a kiss, an intense, desperate meeting of lips that feels as wonderful as the way the rest of their bodies connect, sparks flying between them like lightning.

Her head falls into a bow as she feels him come undone beneath, spurring on her own release as she leans in to gasp in time with it against his ear. Shit, but she can't remember the last time doing that felt so goddamn good. It's as though they've spiraled together into outer space, disconnected with the ground and reality both.

"Fuck," she mutters, moving off of him as she tries to wrap her head around the fact that they just fucked. A Coombs and a Thornton, like something out of a fucked up fairy tale.

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[jamesthorn]

There's a long deafening silence afterwards. A silence of reality beating them over the heads. A silence of families and curses and witches. He gathers himself, letting his slightly trembling fingers fall to his pants, managing to get them back up and zipped, without a word to her. He needs a shower now from the sweat and stains, and he's just freaking out because how do they carry on now? They just had sex. Good sex. Yes. He can admit that to himself. But it was still sex with a Coombs. He didn't know how to reconcile those two things together. How to want Moira but know he wasn't supposed to want her.

Maybe the start of it was getting her out of his house, out of his general space, where he could smell and see her, because neither of these things was actually helping his thought process. After what's just happened, he needs time alone to think. Really really needs that. But he just sits there, only barely able to look at her, at the state of her dress and hair. She's a wreck. Defiled and smeared and just wrecked. He's not smiling. He's not laughing. This isn't funny. Except it is. They had just blown each other's damn minds. He just manages to bite back the smile threatening to take shape.

Despite any props for the A+ sex, he was still stuck on the bigger question. What the fuck happens now? He shakes his head grabbing his crutches from the ground. "On that note, I think..." He stands back up, all the blood rushing back to his body. He was going to be a disaster tomorrow. He could already tell. "We can call it night."