Monster College - 9 (Part 1)

"Monster College - 9, Part 1"

orig. 3/5/2016

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) 
Fluff, PG-13

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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"Ohhhh my gosh, it's huge!" Elly gaped in awe, the heavy bag in her arms forgotten. She would have stared for awhile longer if Jackson hadn't bumped into her from behind.

"Oof!"

"Yerk!" She stumbled into the hotel room, sticking one arm out to steady herself. Her bag flopped onto the floor.

"Sorry." Her boyfriend chuckled nervously and stuck his head past the doorframe. "Oh, crap, it's bigger than it looked on the site!"

"No kidding," Elly sighed. She bounced a few times on the bed, still taking everything in. Jackson lifted the suitcase he'd brought and set it down beside her duffel bag. He closed the door and locked it, then placed the antique key carefully on a sideboard.

"Well, we've got a lot of time before tonight." He walked over to a door along the side of the suite and nodded when he saw it was the bathroom. "I'm going to wash up. Maybe we can call for room service or something."

"Sounds good to me. I'm too tired to even move." She flicked her ears back. "Even my butt is sore as heck from sitting for that long..."

He laughed as he slipped a comfortable-looking robe off a hanger nearby. "You call, then. You know what I like."

"M'kay. I don't need to shower... I'm just going to change." She reached for the old-fashioned phone near the bedside table. "Don't take too long." He blushed and she giggled wickedly.

Jackson closed the door behind him firmly and then slumped on the other side, exhaling shakily. This first night didn't have anything planned; they'd arrived early for the Music Festival and it didn't start for another day. They'd discussed it and decided to plan it this way so they would have time together, since when the festival began he'd probably have to give way to his other personality. Jackson liked music - especially when his girl sang -- but any fast music louder than 90 decibels and poof! Out came Hyde, goodbye Jekyll. He sighed as he pulled off his sneakers, then set them neatly aside.

Wait - I haven't gotten any fresh clothes out. Just this robe. He choked a little. What was he thinking? This trip wasn't about him getting laid. He grimaced as he thought he'd been sort of expecting ... well, something. They had the place to themselves, for one, and it was gorgeous! The perfect sort of romantic getaway. He'd also arranged for a few surprises that might leave her a bit wobbly in the knees (at least he desperately hoped so).

"I forgot my clothes," he called out as a warning. When she said nothing he shrugged and opened it, meaning to quickly grab a plain shirt and some shorts for hanging around the room. His jaw dropped.

"I knew you did." She smiled beatifically at him and gestured with one arm. There was a small stack on the bed. She'd gotten them out for him. That wasn't what had gotten his attention, though. Jackson had never seen Elly in anything other than modern, Western style clothing. He didn't know what she wore to relax in, and was shocked to see her resting sideways on the large bed in a silky kimono with her hair down. It was pretty, lavender with yellow butterflies and belted at the waist with a soft yellow tie with purple thread running through it.

"Th- thanks." He picked up the clothes and wobbled back into the bathroom.

"I wonder what's gotten into him now," she murmured to herself. "Oh well." She'd ordered the food and it would be awhile before they got it. She laid back on the bed and waited for him to be finished so they could talk. She wasn't really worried about them staying a few nights together, but she had some concerns. Most of them were about Holt. I'm not sure if he's going to be able to control himself, she thought, her brow furrowing slightly. I'm not sure I can control him, either, for that matter. If Jackson's other half decided he was going to do something, he did it. He was a hasty and sometimes didn't think things all the way through. That could be a problem if he gets too insistent, especially when we're sleeping in the same room. Her train of thought broke off as she smelled the sweet smell of showery steam. Jackson had come out and was placing his old clothing in a bin by the side of the bathroom. He was wearing what she'd picked out for him, a pair of soft black sweatpants and a plain yellow shirt.

"I love the fact that we get laundry service," he smiled.

"We better," she laughed. "It costs enough."

"Yep." He sat on the bed next to her. "But you're worth it."

She sniffed happily. "Mmm." He smelled better than usual like he'd used some fancy soap, and she felt a happy little thrill that this was the first time she'd seen him fresh out of the shower. He had also taken his contacts out and was wearing his thick-rimmed glasses, which made him look studiously adorable. She sat up and leaned against him.

He curled a somewhat shaky arm around her. "You look pretty," he said simply.

"Aw." She nuzzled his neck. "Well, you're handsome. And you smell good."

"No fair, you went one better than me."

"I'm allowed to."

He blew a raspberry and she laughed. "The food's going to be a bit. The restaurant downstairs is packed, and they make all the dishes there, so."

"Hmm." He looked around the palatial surroundings. "This really is opulent. I mean, I'm not even sure what's in the other room."

"The hot tub."

"Ohhhh." His eyes widened. "Now I remember. Wait, it's in a room? Aren't they uh, placed outside all the time?"

"It's like an indoor pool area, kind of. You can see it later."

"Later?" He blinked as she reached over to brush his blond-tinted bangs off his forehead.

"Yes, later. As is not now. You're busy now." She rolled around and suddenly he had a very soft, silky-clad young woman half-underneath him. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and placed an arm alongside, flipping himself easily over. Now he really was laying on top of her, and he made sure that she could feel how her teasing was making him react. "Oh, my."

"How much time before dinner?" He kissed the side of her neck.

"Um - half an hour, I think."

"You think?"

"Kind of hard to think when you're - Jackson!" She gasped when she felt a palm slide up her leg, then chuckled wryly at her own reaction. "Okay, I knew I was pushing things."

He snorted. "'Things', she says." He pushed his glasses back up on his nose.

She wriggled underneath him as his hand turned ticklish. "No fair!"

"Hey, you started it. Plus, we only have a half an hour. I'm not going to get too serious, or our food'll get cold."

"Cold?"

"Damn straight." He squeezed her once before letting her go. "If I have a choice of you or food, it's going to be you first."

"Not if my stomach has anything to say about that."

"Did you order dessert?"

"Oh, please don't make that joke."

He rolled his eyes. "Wasn't going to be a joke..."

"We'll see."