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She’s going to drive him crazy before this is all said and done. Jesse thinks he knows it for sure when she nips at his ear, but he definitely knows it when she stands and shows off all of that bare skin. He had already been turning toward her like a sunflower towards sunlight, but the sight of her legs makes him stop short, his eyes trailing shamelessly down.

It keeps hitting him over and over again how he’s suddenly allowed to want this. No need to avert his gaze or play it cool. He’s been on fire for her for ages, and it’s finally time for her to know.

While Ashe is up, Jesse sits back against the pillows and makes himself comfortable. Back propped up. One leg bent at the knee, the other straight out, the two of them parted just enough to be something of an invitation. The firelight flickers in his eyes, warming an already heated gaze that hasn’t left her since she got up. He rests an arm on his leg, the other held out in invitation.

“The only thing I’m needin’ right now is you.”

He isn’t the only one leering. As she makes short work of the distance back to the bed, she’s nearly devouring him with her eyes. The man hardly had to do anything to make her weak, and the way she feels a thrill run down her spine just by his seat position proves that. He had never had to do too much to get a reaction out of her, and it seemed the same could be said in the bedroom as it could out in the field.

She takes the invitation, reaching for his hand as she climbs back into bed. She settles between his legs making sure to move slowly and with purpose so that he can feel her entire body against his. For a moment she simply relaxes, staring back at him with the same desire in her eyes. It’s not long however before her fingers are trailing along his chest.

She toys with one of his buttons before popping it open. “You are way over dressed for this private party.” She licks her lips and gives him a wink. After she undoes two of the buttons, she leans down to press her lips to his neck, beginning a trail of kisses down to where the next button stops her. Her fingers proceed to undo that one allowing her lips freedom to continue their path.

Jesse’s breath catches as her lips touch his skin, the feel of them scorching hot as a brand. But it’s a sweet burn. The good kind, like whiskey, and making him feel just as dizzy. His head falls back against the headboard, giving her more room to work. But as her attention moves down to his chest, he goes back to watching her again with heavy-lidded eyes.

“M’not the only one.” He reaches out, not able to see so much as feel his finger find a place just over her stomach and trace up the line of buttons from there. It stops at the top, hooking into the gap between the highest and second highest button and giving the fabric a gentle tug.

“Not that you don't look damn good right now.”

Her senses are on overload merely from the long game of foreplay they've been participating in for this many months. So when his finger trails up the buttons on her own shirt, she breathes hotly against against the skin on his chest. There is a tremble that runs through her and even her lips seem to quiver where they rest. With a deep breath she sits up a bit, taking only a momentary break. "I guarantee you'll enjoy the view better without anythin' blockin' it."

Though her mouth is no longer by the buttons, she uses her one hand to continue to undo his. One by one she pops them open, her eyes never leaving his because she wants to watch his reaction as she undoes each one. Then when his shirt lays open she spreads her fingers along his stomach and slowly moves the fabric aside to reveal as much flesh as she can. Her eyes flicker down at that point to take him in and she gasps. Ashe had known he'd filled out over the years, but he's all man and muscle underneath her fingers and she appreciates every inch of him. She lets out a low sigh. "Damn..." It's all she can say as she gawks at him. Now that did belong on the cover of a romance novel.

The way she reacts to even the smallest touch is intoxicating, and Jesse understands completely. They’ve both been wanting this for so long, anticipating it, not knowing if relief would ever come… it’s no wonder they feel even the smallest things so acutely.

Jesse can’t comfortably be undressed and also do the same for Ashe, so he sits back instead, eyes locked on her with all of the hunger in him plain to see. And he’s glad he took the time to stop and watch, because her reaction when she gets the last button undone makes every moment of patience worth it. He arches into her touch with a pleased hum, the sound gravelly and low in the back of his throat.

“Like what you see?”

He sounds self-assured, but he hadn’t really had any expectations of what Ashe would think of his body. It’s been through the wringer after all, his skin pockmarked with scars of all kinds. Cuts. Burns. Bullet holes. Med packs were no replacement for a good healer, and those weren’t always available in the field. There’s barely a part of him that has gone untouched by violence.

But Ashe looks at him and touches him like that’s the last thing on her mind.

Ashe drinks him in, enjoying that he's there and hers to touch. The scars don't go ignored but she doesn't care about them or find them off putting. If anything, she wants to learn more about their history. A couple of them were familiar to her and she could easily recall the details of those, but most were during the years they were apart.

She had her own scars from years of close calls and violence. They'd been apart, but they'd both kept fighting. Underneath her nightshirt, she had her own history etched into her body in healed lines and bad memories. Some she'd covered over with ink in desert flowers and meaningful symbols, but she was not so different otherwise, touched by her own stories. Stories for later. Now, she was far more focused on exploring and getting to know his body rather than what had brought it pain.

Her hands reach down to smooth across his chest, fingers dancing along lines in a playful way, hoping to tease and make him desperate for more.

"i'd have to be blind not to." Once her hands have gripped and caressed to the point where she feels she's teasing herself more than him, she leans her body forward, pressing her chest and breasts against him. She's frustrated by the barrier of her own nightshirt between them, but she satisfies herself momentarily by a roll of her hips against his while curling her fingers around the back of his neck and kissing him deeply once again.

Jesse tries to swallow back a groan as her hands wander, only half successful. They aren’t alone in the house. He knows he can’t afford to be loud, but she’s making it extremely difficult not to be vocally appreciative right now.

He can feel the entirety of her against him as they kiss, and for a moment, he loses himself entirely. His hands slide and grasp down over the expanse of her back, her thighs, pulling her closer as he grinds up against her. Part of him still can’t believe it’s happening. Another part is entirely focused on her mouth, the sweet pressure of her pressed up against his hips, his chest…

“Damn, darlin’.” He breaks the kiss with a dazed grin, his hands already sliding their way up under her nightshirt. And then down as well, teasing just under the edge of her pajama bottoms. “Not even undressed yet. Not that I don’t like you just where you are, but unless you want me tearin’ those clothes right off of you…”

Which he will, if that’s what she wants. His playful smirk says as much. But it would be such a waste of perfectly nice PJs, which he will always fondly remember from this night on.

Any company that was sharing her home was nearly forgotten as she began losing herself to the feelings her was evoking in her. She fails to hold back a moan when he grinds against her, but bites down on her lip afterwards to stifle another one. She tries to shake the cloud of lust from her brain long enough to pull back when he mentions being desperate enough to tear the clothes off of her.

She considers the playful threat of having the clothes torn off. Her investment in the pajamas is minimal at best. Begrudingly, she sits up again, making sure to rock her hips against his as she does so. "So, impatient..." She clucks her tongue at the tease and finally decided to see just how impatient he was.

Shifting her position, she moves to straddle one of his thighs while making sure to roll her thigh between his legs again. As she rests comfortably astride him, she brings her hands up to her pajama top and begins to undo the top button as excruciatingly slowly as she can muster. There is a challenging look in her eyes as she waits to see just how impatient he is, and the small smirk on her lips suggests she's not as opposed to some assistance should he want to offer it.

When he puts his mind to it, Jesse can wait out the best of them. His willingness to indulge in his vices to excess might give a different impression, which suits him just fine; but point is, he could wait for most things if he wanted to.

Right now he really, really doesn’t want to.

“Can you blame me? Been waitin’ ages for—” Her thigh slips between his, and he bits his lip almost hard enough to break the skin, his train of thought hopelessly lost. Distantly, he realizes there was a challenge made. Maybe he should be playing it cool or something for the sake of his pride. But really, he doesn’t care at all if she knows how much he wants this.

So soon as she finishes undoing that first torturous button, he lets out an impatient sound that is very nearly a growl and reaches out to slip his fingers beneath hers.

“Now you’re just tryin’ to drive me crazy.”

And he doesn’t mind it one bit. Still, he makes short work of the buttons, a few of them maybe dangerously close to being pulled off rather than undone. But when he goes to slide the fabric off her shoulders, it’s slower. Calmer. Almost reverent. Even knowing he can touch her now, he almost doesn’t know what to do with his hands now that there’s all this exposed skin.

“… God himself have mercy.”

"Guess it's working." Her teasing had had the exact desired effect and even then, she still finds herself breathless as he yanks at each button until she's sitting there entirely exposed from the waist up. It's her turn to feel the fire of his gaze and it sends a shiver down her spine that isn't from having have her skin uncovered. She's enjoying this though, the rush to get closer together, but the subtle pull backs of teasing, before taking those steps closer again.

She licks her lips as he studies her and though she well versed in the ways of sex and foreplay, she feels a little bit like a teenager again where everything was new, and this was even better because they wouldn't completely fumble it up. On the contrary her movements are experienced as she rocks her hips slowly against his. What's really new to her is the intimacy of it all, and the want to not only satisfy a physical need, but an emotional one as well. Even though, sharing this with someone she truly desires and cares about is novel and she enjoys the way he's looking at her, she is feeling that push to move forward again.

"Pretty sure God's got nothin' to do with me anymore." She winked and flashed him a quick smile, but it's partly to cover the slight embarrassment she feels at being so visually appreciated. "You're lookin' at me like I'm a work of art, but darlin' this one exhibit that's hands on."

She lets her own hands wander up and down his chest, before letting her thumbs play with the waste band of his pants. He may not have known to do with his hands, but she sure knew what to do with hers and she wanted to touch him everywhere.

He can’t help it that every new part of her he sees is so damn distracting. He’s spent more time than he’ll ever admit imagining what this moment might look like, in some impossible alternate universe where the two of them being a thing is even possible. And now, somehow, they’ve stumbled into that same universe. It’s a lot to take in.

She’s very good at bringing him back to the present moment though, between her hips and her hands. She could distract him from just about anything with those two things alone.

“I’m not so sure about that.” He smirks as he reaches up, making an executive decision that not knowing what to do with your hands is no excuse for not using them. If he overthinks this, they’ll be sitting here all night. His hand caresses her breast, thumb teasing circles in time to the movement of her hips.

“Had to be some kind of luck or divine intervention that got me right here under you.” His other hand grasps her waist and tugs her closer, fingers slipping in the silky material of her pajamas as his hips grind back up against hers. The friction is a sweet sort of torture. He could stop and get the rest of those clothes off of both of them… but that would mean stopping. Decisions, decisions.

Her own thoughts are racing wild in the surreal moment. If someone had told her that she would be doing this with McCree a few months ago, she would have laughed in their faces. And then maybe, shoot them for good measure. Yet here they are and it's like a long youthful fantasy coming to fruition.

The first touch of his hand on her breast evokes a heated current that courses straight to her center and quickens the pace at which she moves her hips against him. The shorts were the only layer of clothing she was wearing and it left little to the imagination regarding just how aroused she was. As her pace increased in both speed and pressure, she steadies herself by pressing a hand to his chest.

She chuckles warmly at his comment, "God must have a sense of humor then." Whether Ashe believed in divine intervention or not, it really was hard to argue that this moment wasn't fated. Even back home, they kept landing back in each other's paths. They had the exact same potential to end up in this very same position at some point. Or maybe they were meant to be here together.

She ends up making the decision first because she moved up to press her lips firmly to his so that she wouldn't completely lose contact as she rolled off of him. The kiss was broken only so that she could make her desires clear. With how long it had been, it wouldn't have even been that hard to bring herself to completion, and likely him too, just by grinding against him and she simply wanted more than that. Needed more. "Take 'em off." She mumbles as she makes fast work of her own pajama bottoms and tosses them to the side.

It says something about what a number arousal has done on him that he doesn’t even mention her bossing him around. Maybe later he’ll tease her about it, but now? Now he can’t scramble to get his PJs and the boxers underneath off fast enough.

Soon as they’re both undressed, he’s back on her, his lips and teeth and tongue teasing their way down the column of her throat. As for his hands, he seems unable to keep them from touching every bit of exposed skin at least once. One glance, one look at her naked, and he just hadn’t been able to hold back.

“Lay down for me?” He says with a brush of his lips against her ear, his hands stroking over her hips, her stomach, up to her breasts and shoulders and there’s still so much left, heaven help him. He could spend the whole night like this—he would, happily—but part of him knows there’s no way he’ll last that long.

Ashe is just as eager to map out his body with her own hands and familiarize herself with where it is he likes to be touched and just how much pressure to use to draw out the best reaction. It's nearly an overwhelming experience to be touched by him. While she prided herself on control, it's the first time she's been in bed with a man and wanted to share the experience equally. To give as much as receive. To let go of control instead of lead the show. So when he asks her to lay down, she's quiet and compliant in a way she is not with more casual lovers.

Laying down she feels a sudden wave of vulnerability wash over her under his gaze and his touch. She doesn't tell him that she's usually the one on top, but it's obvious in the way she lets out a slow sigh and waits curiously to see what he'll do next. For her part, she's not completely passive. Her hands find their way back to his body where they continue their exploration as he continues his. Desire grips at her stomach and the ache is almost painful in its intensity. She rolls her hips as if searching out contact.

Elizabeth Ashe is not one to beg but she's considering it a viable option because as much as she loves the slow torture of it all, they've spent two decades stuck in some form of foreplay or another and she's feeling greedy for it's culmination. She offsets her own need by moving her hand down over his backside and up his thigh, hoping to build the the same intensity in him.

Jesse has obviously never been in bed with Ashe before, but he’s had an inkling of her preferences for a while now based on casual conversation and the tone of their flirtations. So even if he didn’t notice the way she’s watching him now, expectant and curious, he’d have suspected she’s letting him take a position she doesn’t often allow. The trust that entails, what she’s allowing him to have in this moment…

It’s meaningful. Also, it’s incredibly, mind-blowingly hot to an almost stupid degree. He follows her down to the bed with a pleased hum, gravely and deep, and straddles her waist.

“You’ve been drivin’ me crazy for over half my life,” he murmurs, sounding not one bit put out by that fact. Especially not as he slips a hand down over her impatient hips and slips it between her thighs. His palm rolls against her once, then again, his eyes never breaking contact with hers.

“I got about a dozen ways I want to take you here, Ashe. But tell me how you want it.”

Jesse was saying something to her, but it only partially registers as she feels his hand move between her thighs and finally fingers are slipping against her and touching her intimately. Her back arches and her eyelids nearly close as she's hit by the soothing touch of of his fingers against her. For a moment it's enough to just enjoy this next step in making love. Her hips slow their roll against his touch to savor another new sensation with him. It won't ultimately be enough, but it's so good that she wants to linger in the moment. She forces her eyes fully open again because she wants to see the look in his eyes as he realizes fully how desperate her body is for him.

As her mind relaxes into the touch, his words become more clear in her head. He was asking her to guide him and tell him what to do. It brings a small smirk to her lips, she may have been laying underneath him vulnerable and open to his every desire, but she's still got any control that she could want or need. She'd always figured Jesse might be the type to take more of a backseat in the bedroom, and with her usually taking the top, it's no surprise they fit so well together.

So he wanted to hear her tell him what she wanted? Show him what she wanted? She could do that.

One hand reaches out to take him by the shoulder and tug him down closer so that she could whisper into his ear. "A dozen ways hmm? Then you certainly have been thinkin' about this awhile. There's so many ways I want you." Her breath is warm on his ear as she places a kiss to his lobe. One hand meanwhile slides down his chest, moving lower and lower as if she's going to give in to his own need and take him within her palm. If she's in control here though, she'll hold off a moment longer despite how badly she wants to wrap her hand around his cock and feel his own desire laid bare before her. Instead she teases, running the back of one finger over the top of his length just barely brushing against him. Perhaps she could make him ache enough to take the control from her, so instead she leaves him hanging and moves her hand to wear his is touching her so that she can answer his question about what she wants.

Her lips remain against his ear as she moves her fingers with his and lets her own arousal soak them, then she taps two of the fingers that are so close to being inside of her body and she pushes them to her entrance and encourages them inside with one of her own. There's a shuddering sigh that escapes her like a whisper against his ear. "I want your fingers inside of me, learnin' every curve and angle and spot the I like best, because I want to make you a pro at makin' love to me. I want you to memorize everything in here." Her finger presses his deeper. "So you can bring me to orgasm with your fingers and your lips and your tongue and especially that gorgeous cock of yours. Likewise I'm going to memorize you. Whether you want it hard and quick or slow and torturous. I wanna know what your face look likes when you bury yourself between my lips and when you replace my fingers with something even more delightful."

Her breath caught again as she slipped her finger out to let him explore on his own. Meanwhile, covered in her own arousal she reaches to wrap her wet hand around him, a mere taste of what he'd be getting. "I want you fuck me every way you can think of, and then we'll get creative and think of something else. But for tonight..." She squeezed him, tested the pressures that got the best response. "For our first time, I'm gonna let you pick whether you want me rolling my hips on top of you with you buried insides, or underneath you so you can hold me close and make me yours." She was getting worked up further with his touch, torn between loving it exactly the way it was and wanting more. A row of kisses was placed along his cheek before she found his lips and before she took him in another kiss she mumbled. "Dealer's choice darlin'. Dealer's choice." Hopefully he'd find those directions clear enough.

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