The Bikini (JARI)

With Jake already out in SPF 30, something that had made the witch giggle slightly, Marilyn took the time to get herself properly made up in a more pampering manner than she usually allowed herself. Carefully rubbing a shimmering body lotion up and down her long legs and abs, also making sure to gently rub over her neck and collarbones, leaving her smelling delightfully of cinnamon and the cherry lotion.

The smell she chose fit quite well to the berry coloured lipstick she so carefully applied, charming it to not rub off on anything. The witch felt relaxed, taking her time to slip on her bikini and heels, clipping in her earring and sliding on the heavy ring her family had given her when she'd turned seventeen. A Medusa ring, to remind her of her capabilities and tying in to her grandmothers clans connection to the myth of the gorgons.

"Divine and Deadly, indeed" the witch rolled her eyes at the mirror but caught herself before she became too cynical, focusing instead on how she for once wasn't cringing at her reflection. Sunglasses on she strolled out of the bathroom, grabbing a bowl of de-seeded cherries and strolling outside with a smug look on her face as she approached Jake, popping a cherry in her mouth.

(The Bikini)

"Good Morning," Marilyn grinned as he reached out to her, staying just far away enough so he could only lightly touch her thighs, teasing him slightly. She'd known he'd reach out, of course he would, and the confirmation in his smirk and movements brought an equally smug smirk to her own lips.

"Are those for sharing?" "Mhm" she hummed, taking the step of one in between her teeth and leaning over him so he could a) take the cherry with his own teeth and b) have a marvellous view of her body. Jake's reverence of her appearance did a lot for her confidence. And though she herself wasn't quite at ease with it, knowing that he thought she was apparently gorgeous made her feel happier, confident, around him.

"Thanks," Mari whispered, still leaning over him slightly before straightening and putting the bowl on the table beside him.

"I wasn't finished."
Marilyn rolled her eyes fondly as he hooked his finger into the chain and gently pulled her close, obliging him as she leaned forward, "I knew you would do that..." her tone light and amused as she kissed him deeply, her hands resting on either armrest of his chair, her toned body still not touching his, trying to see how far she could tease him.

"What weren't you finished with?" Mari whispered, pulling back so he'd have to lean up more to kiss her, red lips curving to a knowing smirk, arching her body further from his touch so he could touch her, even pull her closer if he wanted, but he'd have to reach further. Ah teasing was such a sweet, sweet pleasure, the witch thought to herself, stealing another cherry from the bowl and letting out a soft, sensual moan at the taste. Fun, she thought, This is so much fun.

"What do you think I'm not finished with?"

"Not finished enjoying the view?" she purred, looking at him innocently through her thick lashes, relishing his eyes on her as she ate the cherry and moaned, knowing it would be having the preferred effect on him. He was usually the dominant one and today would be no different, but Marilyn liked acting out a bit, just to see how he'd react.

The kiss, as with all his kisses, had her head in the clouds in a second, flat, kissing him back passionately, sighing against his lips before he spoke. "I think you should give your boyfriend a cuddle and feed him. Only using your mouth. For now..." As his lips moved to her neck and moved closer to him, settling popping a cherry between her teeth, moving to his mouth to let him take it, moving closer as he began to use his teeth as well.

"Unless you have a better idea?"
Marilyn, in this moment, had a billion ideas. All of which were very possible and very arousing. But she found she couldn't voice any due to the soft sound of arousal that left her cherry red lips at his words.
Instead she just let him pull her closer and closer until she was straddling his lap on her knees, head dipped to kiss him hungrily.

Marilyn controlled her breathing that was threatening to stutter at his administrations to her lips and that suddenly very interesting piece of fruit between her lips, trying very hard to fight the pleasurable shudder that was tingling down her spine as his hands roamed her body freely, taking special attention to her chest and lower body, leaving her unable to hold back another pleased sigh, especially as he repeated his actions, lingering longer this time.

"I think you were right in packing this bikini. I like it." "I thought so" her voice was more breathy than normal from the effort of keeping herself under control as much as possible, a game she'd lose, she'd always lose, but certainly never wanted to win. The playful mood had seemed to have struck both of them as he pulled back from the heated kiss that left Marilyn wishing she could touch him, but she was still supporting herself on her hands and knees over him, which was a position she wasn't eager to relinquish.

"But you didn't fulfil my need, or my question."
The witch leaned over to take another cherry between her teeth and then moved back to give it to him carefully. Once he'd done so she repeated the action. After she'd managed five more she murmured, "I have a lot of ideas, but I'm really looking forward to what you would suggest." Marilyn was slightly flushed in the face and her breathing had quickened since starting the game. Signs that she wanted him, oh so badly.

"My ideas...Include you in less clothes." By the time his words her spoken the blushing girl felt a bit lightheaded from the way he was making her feel, now straddling him still on her knees but in an upright position, her hands free to roam and roam they did. She was so terribly, terribly easy when it came to him, there was simply nothing she could do about it. Especially now that they were becoming even more comfortable around each other, trying different things and testing the proverbial waters together.

The distinctly different feelings on her skin, still tingling from where he'd kissed it, of his warm fingers and the cool metal that then swung freely against her skin as he unclasped the top slowly from the choker fastenings let a soft whimper escape her parted lips. A whimper than soon became a moan as he took the newly exposed breast to his mouth, her fingers moving up to his hair.

So lost in the sensation she'd waited for that only his words made her aware that he'd undone the cold clasps on the belt, in hindsight realising when he'd done it, but in those moments her mind had simply focused on that one pleasure. Mewling slight protest the witch bit her lip as she looked at him pleadingly.
"Though... I am stuck between letting you keep these or taking them from you, too." There was no nearly enough friction in his movements to give her what she wanted.

"Jake..." Marilyn moaned as she nibbled up his neck, her tongue soothing the places her teeth scraped over, "I want you...to take me...please, Jake..." her voice nearly a pleading whisper towards the end of her sentence, hands playing in his hair as she kissed along his collarbone. The witch wanted him so much already, but this game he played simply magnified the pleasure and the intimacy by the thousandfold; something new but something she was more than willing to play with him.

He was enjoying this, Marilyn could see it on his face, that he was enjoying this so very much, but more than see it she could feel it in his kiss and touch. Letting out a soft sigh of exasperation against the warm skin of his neck as he slowly unzipped her bottoms and then the belt, letting it fall to the floor with a small clang the witch sucked a mark and then soothed it, knowing it would fade soon, but still.

Kissing him back heatedly her fingers entangled in his hair as his hands slowly travelled up her thighs, her eyes closing from the sheer intensity of the anticipation, "Jake...Jake...Please..." she whispered into the kisses that grew in passion and brevity, her tongue meeting his to explore his mouth until he pulled away and she murmured protest that was cut off mid syllable by a gasp and a moan, her forehead against his as her breath quickened and her noises became more audible.

He was...moving so...teasingly, still, it was all she could do not to cry out from the mixture of pleasure and yet the need for more. But she couldn't keep herself from pushing down against his hand somewhat, in an attempt to get more friction. When he finally added another digit the young woman's hands were trailing all over his chest and her lips kissed every inch of skin she could get to, one of her hands moving to stroke him over his shorts as her gasps became more breathless and her moans more wanton. His name, of course, followed by a few expletives, featured heavily in them.

In that moment personally offended by his swim shorts' presence she undid the tie at the top and slid her hand down to grasp him properly, her hips still lightly thrusting against his hand more or less of their own accord, moans tumbling freely against his lips as she kissed him again. His name was spilling from her lips more frequently now and in a breathier tone as she stroked him to the pace he'd set with her.

It seemed that contrary to Marilyn Jake's patience was quite short and in the haze of lust that seemed to fill the air Mari managed to notice the shifting positions (most certainly noticing and protesting the sudden lack of attention she was recieving) and move to accomodate the new position. One that they hadn't tried before. It wasn't that Marilyn was never on top of Jake, just that when things got heavy they tended to move to have Jake atop her. When they weren't standing in gym showers, anyway. A fond smile absentmindedly gracing her lips at the memory she vaguely recalled in her daze.

He assisted at first, making sure nothing went too fast or uncomfortably, not that he needed worry, but even in the mood of things he still seemed to want to take care of her more than anything. That thought combined with the action of him pressing up into her fully, deeper than had been possible before, brought a more audible moan in the form of his name from her slightly kiss-swollen lips.


The witch kissed him thoroughly, grinding down against his hips before lifting herself up a ways and slowly back down, getting used to the new pleasure and teasing him slightly in one move. Building up with him until she was gasping and moaning all over again, her back arching slightly against him, one hand on his chest and the other entangled in his soft hair.
"You've got control now..."

Mari nipped his lower lip as his hands moved from her hips to her thighs, keeping up both the kissing and the pace he'd set at first, soon needing to hear more of the moans that escaped his mouth, pulling up until he was only so slightly inside her and then taking him all the way in again, repeating the motion only slightly faster each time, barely noticable at first, but noticable after a couple of thrusts. Meanwhile she'd sat up to ride him 'properly', hands splayed over his abs, taking in every muscle tensing beneath her expert fingers.

Knowing how much Jake reacted to her vocal displays of pleasure; be that moan, utterance of his name or a vaguely coherant expression of desire, Mari let him enjoy the show. Now it was her turn to take care of him, show him how much she cared like he always did. The first step was to consciously turn off her mental filter whilst she continued to thrust judging by his reactions which pace was best and sticking to that with small variantions to keep things interesting.

Soon the air around them was filled with moans and outcries or whispers of his name and murmurs accompanied by her touch along the lines of "I want you so much" and "Oh god, you make me want to lose control". Things that were not only very true, but things she knew turned him on to hear, seeing as though she was certainly vocal in sex, she was seldom coherent in her utterances.

Feeling his hands roaming her thighs and between her legs as she spoke sent shudders through the witch's body. This was exactly the reaction she'd wanted to achieve; whimpers and moans from the wizards lips who held her affection. Especially the "please". Merlin that please nearly had her crying out for him then and there, but she managed to hold on to the edge she was clinging to. Building up more, her moans becoming faster, breathless cries of his name, wanton and full of heat when his thumb sped up.

Mari wouldn't trade her submissive streak for anything, she adored him in control far too much, but these moments where he was completely under her control were hot as hell. And it was the combination of that and the many sensations tingling across her entire body that pushed her so close to the edge she nearly let go, but this time she wanted to wait for Jake, no coherant reasong as to why she just...did.

And she didn't have to hold back for long because soon he was moaning loudly- moaning her name, loudly, and Marilyn was so insanely glad she'd waited because this was absolutely heavenly. The chains that dangled from her neck were cold on her hot skin as she cried out, his name on her lips, and let go with him, so much more intense as she tossed her head back and her back arched from the waves of pleasure that were crashing into her with abundance.

Coming down slowly Marilyn laid on top of him, head nestled in the crook of his neck as she tried to catch her breath, hands moving of their own accord she supposed, because she was far too gone to think about where to put them. Her right hand going to his left to intertwine their fingers softly and her left was simply on the lounger beside him. When she'd caught her breath a little bit she kissed the skin right under her lips gently all the way up to his lips; the kiss lazy and not as precise as usual, starting with a normal soft kiss but her tongue wanted in on the mix and she was just not up to arguing with herself.

"I've got to wear that bikini more often..." she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder again

"What you're wearing doesn't make a difference to how beautiful you are."

The grin that spread across her face lit up her features completely, along with the telltale warmth in her cheeks as she snuggled into his embrace, pausing only to undo the choker and let it drop to the floor so it wasn't in the way of their usual after-sex-cuddling that Marilyn treasured so much. The moments right after when they were both still a little gone and their main instinct is just to be with each other.

"Sweettalker." Mari muttered softly, "Then there's no point in wearing anything, is there?" her free hand trailed up his upper arm muscles softly and carressed his cheek as he kissed her again, sweetly this time, feeling the sun and his fingers on her back.