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v6quewrlds · 14 days ago

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I want to say I'm so glad I found your account, and I have enjoyed reading all your works so far!Sorry this is vague ,but could you write about Jamie Oleksiak being on the road and wanting the reader to fly out to be with him.

FIVE STAR HOTELS, JAMIE OLEKSIAK.

pairing⠀⁎⠀jamie oleksiak x fwb!reader. word count⠀⁎⠀5.7k.

summary⠀⁎⠀three things are certain in life: death, taxes, and the best sex of your life with the canadian hockey player you met a year ago. so when he all but begs you fly out to see him in florida, you wouldn't dare resist.

author's note⠀⁎⠀this is my husband y'all. sorry to everyone else but jamie and i are in fact married. ty to anon for requesting, so sorry it took me over a month to finish :( warnings⠀⁎⠀smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, friends with benefits, sexting, handjob, roughish sex, fingering, spanks, choking, fingering, size kink (duh), unprotected sex, creampie, feelings.

You bustled into your cozy apartment, seeking shelter from the cold, windy evening. Your eyes gleamed with the promise of a weekend devoid of weddings to plan or happy endings to attend to. Your job kept you on your toes, orchestrating fairytale endings for couples in love. You had dreamed of such a career since you were a child. Yet, at the end of a particularly hectic week, you craved nothing more than a quiet evening alone with a good book and a glass of wine.

Your phone, a sleek black device that had become an extension of your hand, buzzed with a notification. It was a text from Jamie, the charming Canadian hockey player you had met at a destination wedding you had planned over a year ago.

He was a cousin of the groom, a towering 6’7” with sandy blonde curls he kept short. The attraction was instant, he stuck to your side like a persistent shadow that day, flirting with the kind of charm that could melt a polar ice cap. Since then, the two of you had maintained a friends-with-benefits arrangement that suited you both. Two busy professionals with no time for commitments, you had agreed to keep things casual, a secret known only to the two of you.

Jamie’s message was accompanied by an innocent heart emoji.

Missing you.

Wish you were here, waiting in my hotel room, begging for me.

It was to the point, yet playfully suggestive.

You couldn’t resist the urge to tease him back. You snapped a sultry selfie of your bare shoulder and the curve of your neck. The light from the bedside lamp casts a warm glow on your brown skin, setting an alluring mood. You sent it with an accompanying message.

Looks like you’re going to have to wait a bit longer.

Your heart raced as you watched the message bubble turn blue from sent to delivered, knowing the effect it would have on him.

Deciding to leave him out to dry, you sashayed into the bathroom, your thoughts racing with the thrill of the game you played. You poured herself a generous glass of wine and slipped into the steaming tub you had meticulously prepared. The scent of vanilla filled the room as the candles you lit flickered, casting dancing shadows across your skin. Your phone lay on the edge of the sink counter, a silent spectator to the steamy evening ahead.

Your mind wandered to the last time you had seen Jamie, the way his eyes darkened when you straddled him, his grip tightening on your hips as he claimed you in his Seattle high rise. The memory was so vivid you could almost feel the phantom touch of his large, calloused hands on your skin. You took a sip of wine, your thoughts drifting to the thrill of your mindless hookups. The two of you had agreed on the terms: no strings attached, no expectations beyond the physical. Yet, as you traced the rim of your glass with your fingertip, a nagging question whispered in the back of your mind.

Was this all there was between you?

As you climbed out of the tub, your skin pruned from the hot water, your phone buzzed again. This time, it was a picture of Jamie, his muscular chest on display, hand placed decisively on the bulge in his sweatpants. His curls more pronounced than the first time you met him, a silent nod to your hair care recommendation whispered into the night several months ago. His smirk in the mirror was unmistakable, and you felt a familiar warmth spread through your body.

You exchanged a flurry of texts, each one more explicit than the last. Your heart fluttered at his words, the raw desire in them clear as day. But you were not one to be outdone. You sent him a tasteful nude, the picture framing your curves with the elegance of a French painting. It was a deliberate move, one that would surely leave him yearning for more of you.

The conversation grew hotter, and you could feel his anticipation through the screen. But you were at home, and he was on the road again, playing for the NHL.

I’m on the East Coast for the next week.

Jamie texted back, his words accompanied by a mischievous smirk you could practically see in your mind.

Oh?

You replied, playing coy. You knew where this was going, at this point Jamie was an open book to you, but you enjoyed the game.

Yeah, played against the Lightning last night and the Panthers in Fort Lauderdale in three days.

Your eyes widened at his audacity, but you couldn’t help the flutter in your stomach. He knew you had a soft spot for surprises.

You took a deep breath, sipping your wine as you typed back.

And what would you like from me?

The response came swiftly, with a simple:

You know what I want.

You felt a thrill run through you. He was always straightforward, but this was a bold move even for him. You knew that when he played, he was in game mode, focused on the ice. For him to invite you to one of his games was significant. Was he looking to take things to the next level? Or was this just another one of his spontaneous adventures?

Your curiosity piqued, and you decided to play along. You texted back:

What makes you think I can just drop everything and fly out to Florida?

Before the text could be delivered, your notifications chimed again, this time an email. You deflated for a brief moment, bracing yourself for a message from a frantic bride-to-be. Instead, you found an email from Jamie with the subject line, "Surprise." Your heart skipped a beat as you opened it to find an e-ticket attached. He had already booked you a first-class flight to Fort Lauderdale for the next day, decidedly one-way. This was his way of telling you that you wouldn’t be leaving until he was done with you.

Your hand hovered over the message button, your thumb poised to decline. But something about the gesture, the way he had taken control and laid out your weekend plans without asking, stirred a cocktail of emotions. Part of you felt irritated, another part of you was thrilled by the excitement of the impromptu trip.

You took a deep breath and typed back.

If you think I’m going to sit in the stands and watch you play, you’re wrong.

Jamie's response was swift.

Oh, you won't be watching from the stands, darling. You’ll be too fucked out to leave the hotel room.

You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. The thought of being pampered and pleasured by Jamie was definitely appealing.

With a touch of hesitation, you sent a response.

Okay.

Jamie immediately called you once he read the message, his deep voice rumbling through the phone, "Yeah? Didn’t think I’d pull that off honestly."

You giggled, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation, "What am I getting myself into?"

Jamie's voice was filled with promise and a hint of amusement, "Just a weekend of amazing sex, baby. You know the deal."

You nodded, though he couldn't see you. "I'll hold you to that."

The next day, you found yourself boarding the flight to Fort Lauderdale, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. The luxury of first class was different from your usual economy flights, and you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for indulging in the comfort Jamie had so casually offered.

As the plane took off, you couldn't shake the feeling that this weekend might be more than just sex and teasing. The gesture of flying you out was unprecedented in your casual relationship, and the thought of what it might mean sent a shiver down your spine. You tried to focus on your book, but the words blurred together on the page as you wondered about the potential shift in dynamics. Was Jamie looking for something more? Or was this just another weekend for him?

The flight attendant offered you a complimentary glass of champagne, and you accepted it with a grateful smile. You sipped it slowly, feeling the bubbles dance on your tongue and the warmth spread through your body. The gentle hum of the plane's engine and your favorite playlist playing in your ears lulled you into a state of relaxation you hadn't felt in weeks. You were going to enjoy this weekend, regardless of what it meant—or what Jamie might hope it meant.

When you landed in the sun-soaked city, you felt a thrill as you stepped out of the terminal. The warm breeze was a stark contrast to the winter chill of your hometown, and you took a moment to savor the feeling of the sun on your skin. The Uber Jamie had arranged was waiting for you, the driver an older man with a friendly face.

"Jamie?" he called out.

"Jamie requested a ride for me," you corrected him with a laugh. "He's my... he's a friend."

The driver's eyes twinkled with knowing mischief as he nodded. "Ah, a friend, huh? He's quite the gentleman to send you a ride like this." He opened the door to a sleek black car, and you slid into the cool leather interior. As he pulled away from the airport, you couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach. The anticipation of seeing Jamie again grew stronger with every mile closer to the hotel.

The hotel was a luxurious retreat, nestled on the beachfront with a view that made you gasp. The driver pulled up to the valet, and you stepped out, feeling both pampered and slightly out of place. The bellhop took your bags, and you followed him into the grand lobby, your sneakers squeaking against the marble floor. The room Jamie had reserved for you was a penthouse suite, complete with a king-sized bed adorned with plush pillows and a balcony that overlooked the sparkling ocean.

You couldn't resist sending Jamie a photo of the view with a caption.

You're not so bad for a fuck buddy.

His response was swift and smug.

Anything to keep my favorite girl happy.

Despite your resolve to keep things casual, you felt a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the tropical sun outside. You took a shower in the spacious bathroom, feeling the luxury of the hotel wrapping around you. You had never felt more pampered or more desired.

After ordering room service at Jamie’s insistence, you slipped into the lingerie Jamie had bought for you after tearing up your favorite set just two weeks ago. It was a black set that showed off your curves through the mesh fabric, embellished with delicate lace that traced your body as if made for you.

You sent him a seductive text with a photo of yourself dressed in the lingerie, your smile embedded into your features as you typed. His response was swift, filled with fire and hunger. You could almost hear his gruff voice saying it.

Fuck, you're going to be the death of me

The anticipation grew as you waited for Jamie to arrive, your heart racing with every footstep you heard in the hallway. Finally, the door clicked open, and he stood before you, his eyes darkening as they took in your form. He was dressed in his travel attire—his body still humming with energy from the early morning practice. You could see the bulge in his pants, and you knew he had been thinking of you all day.

You didn't bother with pleasantries. The moment the door was shut, you were on each other, kissing deeply, hands roaming and eager to feel each other’s skin. Your body molded into Jamie's, his large frame enveloping you in a warm embrace that made you feel small and protected. You stumbled to the bed, a mess of limbs and passion. Your clothes were peeled away in a frenzy, revealing the familiar contours of your bodies that had become so well acquainted over the past year.

"You look absolutely stunning," Jamie murmured, his breath hot against your neck as his hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs grazing your hardened nipples through the lace. Your face heated with a mix of pleasure and pride. It was clear that your usual casual flings had evolved into something more intense, something that made your pulse quicken and your body ache for his touch.

His head dipped to kiss your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and you gripped the fabric of his shirt as he worked his way down to your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your chest, his hands deftly unhooking your bra. The cool air of the room washed over your now-exposed breasts, and you let out a soft gasp.

Their chemistry was intoxicating, a dance of lust and desire that had become a familiar rhythm to you two. You had perfected the art of reading each other’s cues, knowing just how much to give and take. But tonight, something felt different. There was a tenderness in Jamie’s touch that was usually reserved for those fleeting moments after passion had waned. You felt it in the way he kissed you, in the gentle strokes of his fingers as they traced your body.

"You’re not playing fair, Jamie," you murmured, your voice a breathy whisper as he kissed and nibbled his way down your body. He looked up at you, his eyes smoldering with desire, and you could see the smug satisfaction in his smile. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he reveled in it.

He kissed his way back up to you, his tongue tracing the line of your collarbone before he claimed your mouth in a fiery kiss that left you breathless. He wasted no time in peeling away the rest of your lingerie, leaving you bare before him. His eyes roamed over you with a hunger that made you feel exposed and vulnerable, yet you couldn’t look away.

His hands were everywhere, touching and exploring as if he hadn’t seen your naked body enough times to memorize every curve and ripple. Your hands found their way to his hair, your fingers playing with the curls that had become as familiar to you as your own.

Your hands tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer, the intensity of your kiss building like the crescendo of a symphony. You felt the ache in your core, the need for him growing with every beat of your heart. He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy, and whispered, "I missed you." It was a simple declaration that held the weight of the unspoken truth between you—that your connection was growing to be more than just physical.

Your mouth met his again with a passion that surprised even yourself. You had never been one to get swept away by the romantic gestures of men, but something about Jamie’s confidence, his careless charm, and his unyielding desire for you made you feel like the only woman in the world. You felt a sudden urgency to show him that you felt the same, to let go of the walls you had built so carefully around your heart.

"Take it off," you whimpered into his mouth, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. He chuckled, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. His abs rippled as he moved, a testament to the hours he spent at the gym, sculpting his body into the chiseled masterpiece before you. You traced the lines of his stomach with your nails, feeling the muscles contract under your touch.

Desperate moans escaped your lips as Jamie’s hips began to rut into yours. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, begging for entry, and you eagerly parted your legs wider for him. With a moan, he lifted his chest from yours as he moved to stand up from the bed. Your eyes were darker with anticipation, your pupils blown as they tracked his movements. Unexpectedly, he yanked you down the bed by your legs, causing you to laugh breathlessly. He smirked down at you, that same smugness from earlier still lingering in his expression.

"Want these off?" Jamie asked, his voice low and seductive as he reached for the side of his boxers. You nodded, your eyes locked on the prize waiting for you underneath the fabric. He chuckled at your failing words, a familiar teasing in his eyes.

"Be a good girl, come take them off me, baby," Jamie said, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through your body.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, a seductive smile playing on your lips. You took your time standing to your feet, your eyes boring into his as you reached his waistband. With a slow, deliberate motion, you pulled down his boxers, revealing his thick, hard cock that stood at attention. You couldn’t help the low hum of appreciation that escaped you as you took in the sight of him fully aroused.

He stepped out of the discarded fabric, his body a canvas of power and desire. You stepped closer, your hand reaching out to grip him firmly. His breath hissed out in a sharp gasp, his eyes never leaving yours. You stroked him from base to tip, feeling his pulse under your fingertips. It was a power play you enjoyed, watching him lose control as you maintained your composure.

But Jamie was not one to be outdone. He reached out and snatched your wrist, pulling you closer. "Teasing isn't fair," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

In one swift motion, he spun you around so that you were bent over the edge of the bed. Your heart raced, your body quivering with anticipation. He kicked your legs apart, giving him full access to your wet, aching pussy. Without warning, Jamie plunged two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp and arch your back. His other hand came down firmly on your ass with a smack that echoed through the room.

"Jamie!" you cried out, the sting melding with the pleasure of his touch.

"I told you, I want to hear you scream," he spoke with a teasing lilt, his voice thick with desire. His fingers worked you, stretching and curling, finding that sweet spot deep inside that made your knees buckle. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every stroke, your body begging for more.

Jamie's thumb began to circle your clit, the pressure building with every pass. You moaned, your body shaking as you felt the beginnings of an orgasm. He leaned over you, his warm breath against your neck, whispering sweet nothings that were anything but sweet. "You're going to come so hard for me, baby. I want to feel you pulse around me."

Your eyes squeezed shut, the sensation of his fingers moving inside you, the sound of the ocean outside, and the smell of your desire filling the air. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, your body convulsing around his hand. He didn’t relent, pushing you through it, drawing out your cries of pleasure until you were left trembling.

"Please," you begged, your voice raw with need.

With a low chuckle, Jamie withdrew his hand, leaving you panting and desperate. He stepped back, allowing you to catch your breath before his hands were back on you. "Please what?" he teased, his voice a dark whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

You struggled to form a sentence under the heat of his touch. His hands traced the line of your spine before landing on your hips. "Please, Jamie, I need you to fuck me," you finally managed to say, your voice a whiny whisper.

With a groan, Jamie lined himself up with your slick entrance, pushing into you in one powerful thrust. Your nails dug into the bedsheets as he filled you completely, the sensation so intense it bordered on pain. You felt every inch of him as he began to move, his hips slamming into yours with a force that rocked the bed.

"Yes," you hissed, pushing back against him, urging him deeper. You moved together in a primal synchronization, the sound of your skin connecting echoing through the suite. Your moans grew louder with every thrust, the pleasure building again.

Jamie's hands held onto your hips tightly, his grip almost bruising. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his own pleasure evident in the tightness of his voice. You could feel the tension in his body as he held back, trying to draw out your encounter. But you were greedy for more, pushing back to meet him stroke for stroke.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as he trailed a hand up your spine. Your body was pliant to his touch, a silent invitation for him to claim you completely. He took it, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pulling you up. The strength of his movements drew a hum from you, your mind barely registering the sudden shift in position. Your back pressed against his muscular front, the difference in your sizes a reminder of how much power Jamie had over you in that moment.

Jamie’s head dipped to whisper filthy praise into your ears, "So beautiful when you take me like this." His words only served to fuel the fire burning within you. Your hips bucked back into him, your moans turning into screams of pleasure as he hit that perfect spot deep within you. The tension grew, tightening like a coil ready to spring.

"Choke me," you panted, surprising even yourself with the demand. You had never been one for such extreme measures, but with Jamie, you found yourself craving the intense, the edge that came with relinquishing all control to him. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he wrapped a hand around the sides of your throat, his grip firm but not punishing.

Your eyes widened and you gasped, the sudden pressure heightening the sensation of his cock filling you, stretching you. Each thrust grew more forceful, more demanding, and you could feel the orgasm building within you, the pressure like a storm waiting to be unleashed. You gripped the flesh of his thighs, your nails digging into his skin as you held onto him for dear life. Your ass met his hips at a delicious pace, leaving you speechless as the feeling of him inside your pussy overtook all your thoughts.

Jamie’s grip tightened on your neck, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched your face contort with pleasure. His strokes grew faster, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. You could feel his muscles tensing, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. He whispered dirty words into your ear, his voice a gruff growl that sent shivers down your spine.

Feeling the second orgasm crest over you, your eyes locked onto Jamie’s, the intensity of the moment making the air thick with desire. His thumb caressed your neck as his fingers tightened slightly, the gentle squeeze a silent question. You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as you gave herself over to him completely. The pressure increased, and you felt a rush of adrenaline, your heart racing in your chest. The feeling was overwhelming, a devastating mix of adrenaline and pleasure that had your toes curling and your back arching.

The orgasm finally hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over your body as you cried out. It was a release you hadn’t felt in a long time, one that left you trembling and panting for breath. As the world around you swam back into focus, you realized that you had just entrusted Jamie with something you had never allowed anyone else to take: control over your body and your pleasure.

In your orgasmic haze you hadn't realized that Jamie had completely stopped moving, his hips stilled as he watched you writhe in his grasp. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered, "You're so good to me, baby."

The words were a departure from the raw power of the moment, but you felt them in every fiber of your being. You moaned out at his words, the sound a thin, whispery thing that forced Jamie to close his eyes as it shot through him. Your arms reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging weakly as your chest heaved and your muscles squeezed him tighter still.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from screaming out his name. His grip on your neck loosened, but didn't leave, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your throbbing pulse.

"You're welcome," he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. Your eyes fluttered open to find his gaze intense and focused, the blue depths searching yours.

"Okay?" he asked, his voice a low rumble as he waited for you to recover from the intense climax.

You nodded, your breaths still coming in pants. He slowly withdrew, the loss making you whine in protest. He chuckled, the sound deep and masculine, before turning you to face him. His eyes searched yours for any sign of distress but found only satisfaction. He kissed you softly, a gentle brush of his lips against yours. It was a stark contrast to the fierce passion you had just shared, but it was no less potent.

Lifting you into his arms with an ease that never failed to surprise you, Jamie delicately placed you onto the bed, your legs draped around his hips. His eyes watched yours as he positioned himself at your entrance once again, the head of his cock nudging against your sensitive flesh.

"Tell me you want it," he said, his voice gruff with need.

"I want it," you responded without hesitation, your voice a needy whine. You were desperate for him to fill you again, to feel the full weight of his body on top of yours.

With a smile, Jamie plunged back into you, his movements slow and deliberate. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass as you urged him deeper. You could feel every inch of him, the way he filled you completely, the way he stretched you open. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you intense and all-consuming.

Your hands trailed up his sides softly as his hips snapped into yours, keeping himself propped up over you.

"Fuck, Jamie," you breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of you. You felt alive, on fire with desire, and you knew that you would never get enough of this man. His rhythm was slow and deliberate, each stroke a sweet torture that had you begging for more.

"Eyes on me, honey," Jamie growled, his gaze holding yours captive as he picked up the pace. You whimpered, your eyes snapping back open to meet his. He thrust into you faster now, his muscles rippling with the effort of his restraint. Your nails scraped down his back, leaving a trail of red in their wake as you desperately clung to him.

Your movements grew frenzied, your bodies slapping together in a dance of passion that was as natural to you as breathing. Your legs tightened around him, your heels digging into the small of his back as you met every one of his thrusts with a roll of your hips. The intensity in his gaze told you everything you needed to know without a single word spoken.

"I'm gonna come," he ground out, his voice strained as he fought for control.

You felt the tension coil within you once more, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You bit your lip, your eyes locked on his as you whispered, "Do it, Jamie. Give it to me. Come inside me, please."

His strokes faltered for a moment with an unspoken question. You had never allowed him to finish inside you, and the gravity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. You nodded, your eyes stuck on him as you whispered, "I'm on the pill. It's okay."

The tension broke and Jamie's expression softened as he leaned down to kiss you, a gentle press of his lips that spoke volumes of his appreciation for your trust. He kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hips resumed their steady rhythm. The feeling of his bare skin against yours was intoxicating, a sensation that you hadn't allowed yourself to experience in a very long time. You felt a new level of vulnerability with him, but somehow it didn't scare you—it only thrilled you.

Your orgasm was building again, your muscles tightening around him as you clung to his shoulders. He felt your tension, your breaths growing shallower, and he knew you were close. He thrust into you harder, his own release approaching. Your eyes remained glued on one another, the connection between you a silent declaration of something more than just physical pleasure.

Your movements grew erratic, bodies entangled as the room grew hotter with their passion. Your moans grew louder, filling the suite with the symphony of your lovemaking. The headboard smacked against the wall in rhythm with Jamie's hips, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. The sight of you, your eyes glazed over with ecstasy, was too much for Jamie to bear.

With a final, deep thrust, he came inside you, his release powerful and unbridled. You felt the warmth spread through you, your body tightening around him as you followed him over the edge into pure bliss. You held onto each other tightly, your breaths mingling as you rode out your orgasms together.

For a moment, you lay there, panting and sweaty, your hearts racing in sync. Then, as if suddenly aware of your surroundings, you both looked around the hotel room, the stark reality of your situation setting in. The room was a mess of rumpled sheets and discarded clothing, a testament to your passionate encounter.

You felt a peculiar mix of emotions. The raw vulnerability of your session had shaken you to your core, but you couldn't deny the exhilaration of crossing that line with Jamie. You looked up at him, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, his eyes filled with a tenderness you had never seen before. He leaned down and kissed your forehead gently, the gesture sending a warmth through you that was entirely different from the heat of your earlier passion.

You lay there for a while longer, your hearts slowly returning to a steady beat. Eventually, Jamie pulled out of you with a sigh, and you felt the emptiness immediately. He rolled to the side, taking you with him, so you were nestled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

The silence between you was comfortable, but it didn’t last long. Your mind was racing with thoughts and feelings you weren’t quite ready to voice. You knew that what you had just done was more than your usual arrangement allowed, and you weren’t sure how to navigate these new waters.

"As much as I appreciate the after care, I can feel your cum leaking out of me," you giggled, pushing yourself off Jamie's chest. "And there's a lot of it."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest as you stood to clean up.

"You're a mess," he said with affection, his eyes tracking your figure as you moved to the bathroom. You grabbed a towel and threw it over your shoulder towards him, your nakedness not bothering you in the slightest.

"Because of you," you shot back, your laughter echoing off the walls. The tension from your encounter had dissipated, leaving only a warm, content feeling in its wake.

"I'm not the one who begged for it," Jamie retorted playfully, a smug grin spreading across his face. You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips as you padded back to the bed after cleaning yourself up. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down to the bed with a gentle tug. "Stay," he said, his voice a gruff command that sent a thrill through your body.

Obliging, you snuggled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his touch settle over you again. The two of you lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, before Jamie spoke up again, his voice softer this time. "Why'd you do that, hon?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his question, unsure of how to articulate the complex web of emotions you felt. "Because you're six-foot-seven with a cute smile," you chuckled with an attempt at a joke.

"I'm serious," he said, stroking your skin gently.

You took a deep breath, your eyes avoided him as you thought of what he was really asking. "I don't know, Jamie," you said finally. "I just wanted to feel all of you, I guess."

Jamie's expression grew serious as he studied you, his thumb continuing to trace lazy circles on your skin. "And now?"

You chewed your lower lip, your eyes searching his. "Now," you whispered, "I don't know what it means."

Jamie's hand stilled on your skin, his eyes revealing the conflict inside him. After a moment, he leaned in and kissed you gently, a soft promise of more to come. "We don't have to figure it out right now," he murmured against your lips. "Let's just enjoy this weekend."

You nodded, relieved that he wasn't pushing for answers you didn't have. You snuggled closer, feeling the beat of his heart beneath your cheek. You lay in silence, your bodies tangled together as the minutes stretched into an hour. The tension of the unspoken words hovered around you, but for now, it was enough to just be in each other's arms.

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