Monster College - 9 (Part 2)

"Monster College - 9, Part 2"

orig. 9/26/2016

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) 
First time scenario, adult

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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It was quiet except for the faint tick of the clock on the wall and some vehicles outside. They were up high enough so that the bustle and commotion of Boo York didn't disturb them, but Jackson kept tossing and turning on the lavish couch he lay on. Finally he gave up.

"I can't sleep," he groaned dismally, one arm flopping off his makeshift bed.

Elly evidently couldn't, either, because she answered him right away. "Well, come over here." She threw the sheets back on the bed.

"Uh..." Jackson placed his glasses on and peered over. "That might not be such a good idea, you know."

"You want a written invitation?" Elly asked him archly. "It's okay."

"Y- you sure?" He stood at the side staring at the spot she'd made for him. "Honestly, I feel less sleepy already. Way less."

"For now. C'mere."

He sighed. "I tried to warn you." He stretched his arms over his head, yawned, then climbed in, wriggling down under the sheets. "Wow, this is a lot nicer."

"Told you." She snuggled close and laid an arm across his chest. "Now, for the serious stuff." She paused for dramatic effect while he gulped nervously. "Do you really wear button-down pajamas to bed?"

The glare he gave her made her chuckle. "Elly."

"I'm serious."

"Yes."

"It's not because of the situation?"

"Nope." His cheeks were burning. "I really do. Is that weird?"

"Nope." She matched his tone perfectly. "S'cute."

A huge yawn stifled any retort he may have made, and he once again admitted defeat. "Okay. Good night, then."

"Good night."

She woke a few hours later to find a pair of earnest blue eyes staring at her. There was warmth, and an arm curled comfortably about her waist. Elly blinked sleepily. "Hnnn... Jacky?"

"Uh huh."

"M'what time is it?"

"Err, I can't see that far without my glasses. But it's dark out." He ducked his head. "Sorry if I woke you." His arm squeezed a little tighter. "You were all the way on the other side of the bed."

"Nah. I think I just woke up."

"Good," he murmured with a curious tone in his voice, and unexpectedly pulled her so close against him that she gasped. He wriggled one of his legs between hers and brazenly nudged at her sex while his mouth pressed against her own. Shocked at his boldness, Elly checked his cheek for that telltale tattoo but saw nothing. She relaxed in his embrace, the warm little glow she felt starting to turn into a serious burn in her lower belly. After awhile, Jackson slipped his tongue slowly from between her lips and caught a great breath of air. Neither spoke, both breathing heavily for a moment and staring into each other's eyes. And then, in yet another daring move, he pulled his leg out from between hers and rolled over on top of her.

"Yes." Elly reached out to grasp his shoulder blades and pull him down against her. This time he hesitated, uncertain about how much weight he should lay on the young woman under him. He eventually settled for propping himself up on his arms and laid his lower half directly on hers. A soft sound escaped him as he felt her legs wrap around his, then a moan when she tightened them. Clothing was removed from Elly first, since she wore a simple robe, and his hands shook a little when he saw she wore nothing underneath. His hands caressed her breasts with a tenderness that nearly drove her to tears. He was always gentle, but this felt very different. It was more stimulating, a teasing flutter of fingertips and light tracing as if he wanted to cover every inch of her sensitive skin. She threw her head back, drawing in air, and then cried out as she felt his warm mouth settle on her nipple. Eyes closed, Jackson ran his tongue around, feeling the tightened nub of flesh and tasting the faint taste of her perfume. Elly cried out again and caught the back of his head in her hands when he began to suckle.  He was having a difficult time because all the sounds she was making excited him terribly. And, of course, she had begun to touch him everywhere she could, including a delicious rubbing on his rear that he couldn't ignore. He broke with a moist sound from the other breast he had switched to some time ago.

"I can't," he gasped apologetically. "I can't... please," his voice grew thicker as he struggled to speak. "Touch me," he begged, giving his hips a little thrust for emphasis.

"Take these off," she murmured, raising the waistband of his pants. He nodded absently and struggled out of them in such a hurry that she covered her mouth to hide a smile. Once nude, he seemed to become shy again but she ignored this, gently sliding a hand down his stomach. She trailed a finger suggestively past his navel and Jackson jerked wildly.

"Elly," he groaned, his head drooping forward.

"Damn," she sighed. "You're sexy when you're pushed to your limits." She paused. "Let's see how far I can go, then, until you break."

"Elly!" His voice rose when she encircled the tip of his stiff member, tugging gently. It took all he had not to scream and he shuddered instead, his arms feeling weaker as she teased him. After a few moments he besieged her with kisses, his breath hot and his mouth hotter, passionately using his tongue for all he was worth. Her hand felt so good around him, better than before, for with no restraint she was exploring him in ways that were driving him wild. Her fingers rubbed, dipped, and caressed, even going so far as to slip a tiny bit inside him. He had known this excited some men, but had never thought he would be one of them. The pleasurable shock that ran the length of his bobbing erection convinced him, however. His hand eagerly sought the warmth of her sex to dip inside, testing her reaction. When he heard her sigh his name, he knew. "I... I want to..." She wordlessly lifted her legs up, blushing as she exposed where he would need to enter. Her hands now gripped his upper back, and he could feel her trembling.

Yet he paused. "Uh..."

"It's safe," she said quietly. "Please, Jackson, I want you."

"Oh my god." He shook himself all over, hard. "Okay." The tip touched her body and he closed his eyes. "Ah, ha..." One deep breath and he pushed forward. He almost pushed himself completely off when he heard her cry out, but she wrapped her legs around him with a firm shake of her head.

"No, no, just wait... minute." She frowned, then wriggled a little. He felt himself slip a little deeper inside and she whimpered.

"Did I hurt you?" Pleasure aside - and he could very hardly think of anything else it was so great -- he was worried.

"No - well, yes, a little." She smiled and stroked his upset face. "But I'm adjusting." Jackson considered for a minute, then had an idea. He pulled back in spite of what she said, moving forward again only to rub the head of his member at her slick entrance. She gasped, and he moved faster until she was tossing her head back and forth in abandon. Then he thrust once more, slowly, partially. And drew back.

Forward.

Back, in a little more. And repeat...

Jackson's pleasure was doubled by her rapturous cries as he made love to her. He held her as close as he could while he moved, his body rising and falling in an act as old as time. He lost track of anything, of everything, only listening for her breathy moans and trying to duplicate what made her sound more excited. In the course of that, his own body's reaction was not long coming. Jackson kissed her deeply, words failing him in the heat of the moment and he felt her quivering around him, inside and out. His own orgasm was so intense he strained forward, thrusting as hard as he could. His mind wanted to fill her as much as he could with his essence, his love, his need for her. The several short bursts released were so powerful that he flopped forward when finished, completely spent in every sense of the word.

Neither spoke, nor felt they had to. Both were tired, sweaty, and sticky from their exertions but despite this they fell asleep again, Jackson curling an arm around her from behind.

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."

Monster College - 5

"Monster College - 5"

orig. 10/23/2015

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) / Holt (21+)
"Confession" scenario - PG

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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Elly stopped where she was, her hand in mid-air. 

She'd been walking as fast as possible to get to her class on time and came across an interesting scene. Frankie and Jackson were right there in the shortcut hall in front of her. The two were chatting in a very friendly fashion, and then they hugged, laughing. "That could be anything," she mumbled to herself. It doesn't mean anything! They're friends. That's all. A light tapping announced the arrival of another on the scene. Elly turned and saw the flower ghoul that had greeted her the day she found the map. "Oh, hi! I was just..."

"I see what you were doing," she said in a falsely soothing voice. "And I don't blame you for being upset."

"What?"

"I mean, you've been dating them, right? And I heard it was getting doubly serious."

Elly coughed in embarrassment. "Well, I don't know about that, but yes, they both like me. I like them."

"And they both like her. In fact, they've liked her long before you." She gestured down the hall.

"What the hell? He wouldn't -"

"Didn't you know? Jackson and Holt were supposed to start dating Frankie when they each worked out how to deal with their other half." Blossom covered her mouth with her hand in mock surprise as the other woman's ears laid back.

"I have to go," Elly blurted out and ran blindly off in the opposite direction. 

"Oh, my! Did I cause a little trouble?" The plant girl's mouth curved into a wicked smirk. She walked forward, intent on interrupting the two friends' conversation.

Moments ago Jackson had turned a corner, rushing to his next class with his green pack jammed with books. He'd chosen this secluded hallway because it was a shortcut from the music floor to the sciences, and he was running late. Others knew about this, of course, and he almost bumped into a girl as he jogged quickly forward. He was about to stammer out an apology on the run when he saw who it was.

"Hey, Frankie!" He called out happily, stopping in his tracks. 

She spun about with a grin. "Jackson!" The two rushed over to meet. "How are you two and Elly doing?"

"Great." He blushed and dropped his head shyly. 

"That's fangtastic!" She squealed.

"I mean, really great." He lowered his voice, moving closer so only she could hear. "I think we're in love with her." He paused. "I know I am." Frankie's eyes widened further and she threw her arms around her friend, laughing with delight. 

"Did you tell her yet?"

"Nope. I was going to maybe do it tonight at the club. That way we both could..."

"Blossom?" Frankie tilted her head quizzically at the titter of laughter behind them. "Hi! What're you doing there?"

"Oh, nothing," she called in a sing-song voice. "I'll definitely be going to the club tonight. I guess I'll see you there with your lovely girlfriend!" She smiled a sickeningly sweet smile at the human, who leaned back a little out of her way.

"Uh... yeah."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" She laughed again as she strolled down the hallway.

"What in the world was that about?" Frankie asked.

"I don't know," he said, puzzled.  "If I know her, it's probably not good." He said goodbye, and went off to his class like usual. He got there on time, which was lucky considering how late a start he'd gotten and then chatting with Frankie along the way. He also did very well that day and was quite pleased with himself as he walked back to his room.

It's been a good day, he thought as he sat on the couch and closed his eyes momentarily. Maybe it really is the right time to tell her. If it goes like everything else did today, it'll be awesome.

But when he went to dial Elly on his phone, she didn't answer. The first time he tried he figured she was busy and she'd text him or something when she was done with whatever she had to do. He sent a text himself, just in case, and closed his eyes again to relax for a bit. He woke, startled, hours later when his phone chimed to let him know Holt had to be at the club soon. There were no messages although it was dark out and he knew she had to have gotten his. 

"What's going on?"

At her dorm room, Elly was curled in a tight ball under a thin blanket. "I know I'm being stupid," she moaned softly, "He wouldn't do that to me, neither of them would." She hadn't trusted herself to reply back to him yet because she didn't want to alarm him. Jackson had both called and texted her multiple times and she knew he was going to be worried anyway, so now she was really upset. She was starting to cry when he finally panicked in his dorm and called one more time.

"Elly? Are you okay? Please call back." He held the phone out and stared at in in chagrin. "Damn it." He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. But Holt hadn't said anything to her lately, and he knew he hadn't upset her when they last talked. He was certain because when he'd kissed her goodnight she'd melted softly in his arms. She wouldn't have done that if she were angry at him or anything. He stood up, stretched and then walked purposefully out the door without a thought about the club. It took about fifteen minutes to cross the pathway between the girl and boy dorms and reach her room. Unfortunately for him, it only took a single knock before Elly saw who was coming and bolted.

"Wait," he yelped, darting around the hall corners and finally out the door after her. "Elly, wait!"

"I can't right now! I'm sorry!" Her voice had a terrible catch in it that wrenched at his heart. Jackson strained to run faster but he was at his limit. She was simply faster than a human. In panic, he did the only thing he could do: he pulled his iCoffin from his pocket and plugged in the headphones. His fiery persona flashed into existence and caught up with her in seconds.

"Elly!" 

"Holt?" She sagged and he caught her before she fell. "Let me go, I - I'm not ready to talk yet..."

"Nah, we gotta talk now." He held her tighter when she struggled and lifted her feet off the ground. "I said no - ugh, that's it!" People were openly staring at the couple and he knew it might be hard to have peace and quiet where they were. They needed someplace quiet. He glanced around to get his bearings and then ran off to the east as fast as he could. Holt was extremely nimble on his feet. He dashed around monsters ambling around campus and through the streets of town until he'd reached his destination. Elly only peeked out from her hands when she heard the rumble of water, loud in her ears. Holt had let her go and when she looked for him he was seated close by on a worn rock shelf, behind a great waterfall splashing only feet away. His earbuds were out, but he was still himself and he instantly guessed what she was thinking.

"It's the waterfall," he said quietly, his eyes meeting hers in a serious gaze totally unlike him. "I don't have to have them in." He held out a hand. "Please - whatever it is, we'll fix it."

"Maybe you can't." She bit her lip when he dropped his hand in defeat.

"I want to. I don't like seeing you upset. It's probably my fault, too. It usually is." Once more he seemed different now, and she was intrigued enough to open up a bit more.

"Um." She took a deep breath, inhaling the clean scent of the water and feeling the spray caress her face. I'd better just say it, she thought and went on bravely, "Blossom told me you and Frankie were going to date once you got your dual nature under control."

Holt spluttered in surprise. "That's what has you upset?"

"Yes! You - you two... " she stammered to a stop and then blurted out, "Heath told me it was true, too. And Abbey. And..."

"Everyone?" He shook his head. "I know them well enough to know they also said I really liked you. Right?"

"Yes." She fidgeted, her hands grasping each other and twisting.

"And I'd be surprised if no one mentioned that Frankie has been dating someone for years. Since high school."

"I didn't know that!"

He blew out air in a huge gust of wind that smelled faintly of smoke. "Damn, girl, you really had us worried. Nerd boy even gave me free reign just to catch you just now." He stood up with a slight grimace as his knees popped, then walked closer.

"I'm sorry, I just, it's not that I didn't trust you, I really did. My life has always sucked, so I guess I just felt weird about it."

He shook his head. "Ah, so it is my fault." She leaned away, dismayed, but he caught her and tugged gently until she walked into his arms of her own accord. "We should have been clearer about how we felt," he apologized. "I know you had some bad times and you won't forget them, but we can make better ones."

"Oh," she gasped. "This isn't like you. I mean, I didn't mean anything bad. You're just not usually so calm."

"I know," he grinned. "Weird, isn't it? When I come here I sort of chill out. It's a nice place. I like to write music sometimes." His voice trailed off and when she stared incredulously at him, his gaze was far away and even soft. "I'd wanted to take you here under better circumstances, but, eh."

"Holt." She swallowed past the catch in her throat, feeling rotten for having put them both through so much.

"Mhhmm?"

"I'm sorry. I should have told you." 

His lips quirked in a smile. "Yeah. You should've."

"Hey."

He chuckled. "I said before it's my fault, too. I never told you how I felt. That must have been confusing, especially when y'heard about Frankie and us." She nodded. Holt's smile widened and he placed his forehead to hers in that way he had, to stare into her eyes. "You can ask normie-me, too, but we both feel the same way. I love you." Elly blinked several times, frozen in shock. She opened her mouth but nothing came out at first, and all she could do was hug him as tightly as she could. 

After she'd calmed down a bit, she rubbed her cheek against his, purring softly. "I love you, too. Both of you. All of you."

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Monster College - 4

"Monster College - 4"

orig. 10/23/2015

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) / Holt (21+)
Making out scenario - PG-13

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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"He wants WHAT?!" Jackson was so loud that half the dorm came running. Heath was the first to stick his head in the door and was surprised to see the person his friend had screamed at was Elly.

"Is everything okay in here?"

"No!" Jackson snapped.

"Yes!" Elly overrode his denial. "Yes, it's all right, we're just... talking." She gave the human beside her a firm look and he dropped his head.

"Sorry I got a little loud," he muttered. 

"Oooohhh-kayyy." The yellow-skinned guy backed slowly out. "Just, uh, yell if you need anything."

The door shut behind him. "Please don't be angry," Elly began quickly. "It's just that, well, it's not fair for him, is it?"

"What? Not fair for him?" He frowned and started to pace back and forth.

"But - but it isn't..."

"I gave him those music classes he wanted. I willingly change into that - him -- for part of almost every day now. That's my life! And that's not enough, of course he wants my girl!"

She felt a warm little glow at the fact that he called her 'his girl', but shoved it away for the time being. "But you're parts of the same man," she pleaded with him. "Plus, is it fair to ask him to give up romance?"

"He can get his own girlfriend!"

She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "So what if he did. And then what if he decided to get intimate with her? And then what if you woke up next to another woman?"

He stopped pacing. "Um."

"What does your mother do? Does she have two husbands? One as Jekyll and one as Hyde?"

"No, but that's..." Different, he was about to say, then realized it wasn't. It was the same exact scenario the two of them were playing out right now. He choked a little, then looked away before she could see how upset he was. 

"I like you both," she said quietly. "I thought that was a good thing." 

He jerked a little as she came up behind him and slid her arms around his waist, then relaxed. "It is," he said grudgingly. Her head resting between his shoulder blades was oddly comforting. "It's just - shit." He blushed and slowly turned to face her, his arms wrapping about her as well. "I'm greedy," he admitted sheepishly. "I want you all to myself, like this, right now."

"I know the feeling." She hugged him tightly. "But you aren't one - you're two. And your 'two'  is very persuasive."

Jackson frowned again. "How 'persuasive'?"

"Let's not start again." She cleared her throat, embarrassed, but he held her shoulders tightly and stared into her eyes. 

"That persuasive," he muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Interesting."

"Jackson," she whispered, stroking the side of his face. "I don't want to lose you over this and I'm so worried. I honestly don't know what I'd do because I've never felt this way before."

His blue eyes widened. "I don't want to leave you!" He swept her into his arms and lifted her up. "God, no, get that out of your head right now." After a long pause between the couch and bed, he chose the latter and set her down on top of the neatly folded sheets. "I was just jealous that he might have something I didn't. But he doesn't." He kissed her once, lightly, as he settled down beside her.

"You're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. You have something special with me. And something different than that with Holt." She nodded, sighing with relief, and he took advantage of her open mouth to kiss her again, deeper this time than ever before. 

"Ohmigosh," she panted all at once when the kiss broke. He mumbled something about contacts and reached up to take his glasses off, setting them on the nightstand. When he faced her she was touching her lips with the fingertips of one hand. 

"Good?" He asked softly, and she blushed.

"I think it's my turn to be greedy." Her hands eagerly pulled at his shirt to get him to come closer. He complied by rolling carefully on top of her, placing his knees on either side so as not to press his entire weight down at once. 

He felt her sudden trembling and smiled kindly down at her although he was just as scared. "You know I won't do anything you don't want me to," he husked in a low voice. "Just kisses. I promise." 

"Okay."

He leaned down and she kissed the downy scruff on his chin, then mouthed his lips. "Those kind should be against the rules," he gasped, swallowing hard.

"Oh c'mon," she giggled. "For kisses? Nothing is against the rules."

"I'll hold you to that." He kept kissing until she started mewing, a sound which caused his lower belly to tighten so hard with desire he was cramping up. "My. God," he gasped. "Oh, my g - goh - gotta stop. Now. Mmmf!" He jerked his body off hers with a wrenching sense of loss and sat up on the side of the bed.

"Oh, wow," she breathed. "Jackson."

"That's my name," he quipped feebly, still trying to get enough air into his lungs. 

"Whew!" She sat up, adjusting her clothes and hair. 

"Yeah." He shook himself. "Agreed."  In a colossal feat of bad timing, someone next door started to play very loud, bass-filled music at that very moment. And while it could have been worse, it was bad enough. "Oh crap, not now!" He clasped her hand in his, blue eyes staring beseechingly into hers as the music transformed him into his other half. Elly sighed as the irises watching her darkened to red. Jackson's hand was as gentle as it was before, but everything else was now Holt.

"Baby!" His Hyde half called out cheerfully. He tugged her hand, pulling her into a warm hug. Very warm, because his hair was flaring up alarmingly. "I'm back!"

She couldn't help smiling at his enthusiasm, yet the flames were going to set off the smoke detectors. "Hair." She pointed and he rolled his eyes up to look.

"Whoops! What was normie-me doing to get so hot and bothered?" He breathed deeply, shortening the reach of his hair. He also grabbed the iCoffin nearby and plugged one earbud in so that if the music outside stopped he'd have backup. He definitely didn't want to be interrupted.

"Guess," she snickered. 

Holt glanced slyly at her and her lips quirked. "Naughty," he scolded playfully. "Was it because you asked him? What'd he say? He can't stop me, he knows that. I go after what I want. And I want." He poked her nose with a fingertip.

"Quit," she smiled. "So... yeah. He was upset. But he knows I care about him, too. I was scared for a little while, though." Her brow wrinkled, and she jumped as Holt kissed her there. 

"No frowning, 'kay? We won't let you go."

"I'm glad." 

He stretched his arms over his head and growled loudly. As he did, she noticed the music stopped in the other room and wondered if they had heard that sound and were listening in. Paranoid, she chided herself, and concentrated on the man in front of her. 

He was grumbling a little. "As for that idiot, I wish I could be separate sometimes. He is putting me through some serious shit right now."

"You all right?" She gave a little shriek as he pulled out the front of his pants and peered inside.

"Don't know why guys say that. All of me is blue all the time." His voice was low but she heard enough to blush even harder.

"Holt!" She had her eyes covered now. 

"Chill, I'm just joking." He hummed a little. "Kind of."

"Can I help?"

He inhaled quickly, a rush of air that sounded very loud in the small room. "Mmmm... I really wanna say yes!" He balled his fists and curled up partially, falling over on the bed. "Don't tempt me," he whined. "I'm dangerous right now."

"Really. You weren't a few minutes ago when you were asking about what happened."

"Yes I was. That was an important question, though. Now that's settled, I'm all about you. Or water. Pick one, quick."

"Cold water?" She cocked her head, ears swiveling forward. "Can you do that? With the fire hair?"

"Pick one pick one pick one," he insisted, writhing about to make his point. The sheets twisted underneath him as he moved and his arm flopped on top of a pillow.

"You big baby. All right, what if I said me?"

"What's your favorite color?" Holt could control his voice well; he went from desperate to dead sexy in a moment. His voice had a low thrum to it that excited her. 

"Blue," she answered promptly without thinking. He, of course, knew this because she almost always wore that color. Then her ears flicked slowly back in alarm. "Uh oh," she murmured.

"Lucky!" He sprang up and tackled her onto the bed before she could make a run for it. "I have," he gasped between kisses, "a whole big lot of blue, right here, just for you."

"Aren't we full of ourselves?" Elly squirmed as he tickled her ribcage. "Hey!"

He got very close and stared right into her eyes. Since he was an elemental, they literally burned like fire, bright red and swirling. "I'm not, but you will be."

"Wait!"

"Nmm, did I scare you?" He chuckled evilly and kissed her on the lips. "I'm not serious. Just help me massage out this cramp."

She hissed warningly. "Holt."

"It's really too damn hard..."

"Holt!" She didn't doubt what he meant since he'd deliberately pressed himself against her inner thigh. She could feel the firmness between his legs and was a little frightened at how much it excited her.

He sat up abruptly. "Right here. Feel it?" He could barely hold his laughter in as he pointed to his neck. "So stiff. Like a rock."

Her shoulders sagged in partial relief. "You..!" She grabbed a pillow and smacked him across the face with it. This caused the remaining headphone to fall out of his ear, transforming him to Jackson before she was done swinging the second time. The human fell over onto the foot of the bed with a garbled sound in his throat.

"Sorry," he said, muffled through the cloth on top of his face. "I'm sorry. He can't help himself."

"Oops."

"He deserved it, I'll bet." 

"Damn right he did," she said in a low voice. Her face was still pink under the white fur and she couldn't hide it. Jackson noticed but didn't say anything, he just rubbed the side of his cheek with one hand.

"This is going to be interesting, I think."


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