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Yeah? I'll get a few things together then. Usual spot, okay?

Sansa meets him out back after a little while and gives him a bright smile. She's still wearing her heavy makeup from having performed and when she leans in to kiss him, her lipstick leaves a dark mark against his mouth.

"Evening, Jake. Sleeping at my home is all right?"

Jake's hand curves around the back of her neck as Sansa leans in to kiss him, his mouth smiling.

"Not sure that's my color, but yes, sleeping at your place is fine." He glanced down at Petunia on her harness and leash, then back up at Sansa.

"She's looking forward to spending the night with Jonquil."

"They are fast friends," Sansa says, kneeling down to greet Petunia before sliding her hand into Jake's for the walk home.

"I sleep better next to you than I sleep alone. I've found it difficult when you're not there."

He brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing it before he chirped at Petunia and started walking towards Sansa's place.

"Oh? Well, I've gotten used to waking up with you." Jake said, his eyes bright behind his glasses.

"Well, take me home and I will sleep much better than I do without you," Sansa promises him. The walk from the club to her little apartment near the seashore wasn't terribly far and as soon as she let them in, Jonquil was at the door to greet them.

"If you would be so kind as to feed Jonquil and give her a bit of love, I will get dressed for bed?"

Jake dropped his bag on a nearby table, and bent to greet the Eevee, taking Petunia's leash off as well. They got along really well, considering.

"Yeah, I'll take care of the girls." He stood up, and went to the kitchen, snagging some of Petunia's food form his bag first then rustling around for dishes and Jonquil's food. He knelt on the floor petting the girls as they ate, a soft smile on his face.

"Hey, babe? I'm taking the girls for a walk really quick, okay?" He called out as they finished their food and clustered at the door. He hooked Petunia up to her leash again, and stepped outside, not going far but making sure they did their business and lost some of their energy.

When Sansa hears the door push back in, she wanders back out into the front of the apartment, her silk robe open to reveal her bra and panties. She hasn't taken her makeup off yet, still dressed for her performance at the club, and she's working on unpinning her long, red hair.

"Did they enjoy their walk?"

Holy Jesus fuck. Jake gulped, then busied himself with Petunia's leash. He toed off his shoes, and moved closer to Sansa, his eyes drinking her in. His hands reached out, catching the open edges of her robe, and pulled it open a little more as he looked her over.

His eyes moved up to Sansa's face, eyes bright blue behind his glasses. "Oh yeah, they did. Petunia tried to chase a rabbit again."

Jake's head bent down as his mouth found hers, hands still holding her robe.

Sansa whimpers a little at the ferocity of the kiss and she pulls away reluctantly; she still has pins in her hair and she wants to brush it out. She can't do that if her mouth is still attached to Jake's.

"Will you help me with my hair, sweetling? I could do it myself, I guess, but it feels nice when someone else brushes it out for me."

Jake swallowed, coming back to Earth with a thump. Shit. Slow down, Jensen.

"Yeah, I can do that. Where's your brush?"

Sansa goes and gets the brush off her vanity before shrugging out of her robe and toeing out of her heels, standing in just her underwear and stockings. She'll finish undressing in a moment but for now, he can brush out her hair while she's in her underthings.

"Mind the pins, please?"

Jake swallowed again, then had Sansa turn her back to him while he gripped her brush in his teeth, fingers finding all the pins and taking them out.

Once the pins were tucked in a dish on a nearby table, Jake turned to brushing Sansa's hair out with gentle strokes, before setting down the brush and rubbing her scalp with the pads of his fingers.

Sansa moans a little when his fingers touch her scalp and she leans back against his chest, draping her legs over his to spread them wide. Her mouth parts a bit and her head tips back; gods, it feels good.

"Jake, please?"

Jake shifted a bit on the couch, moving her hair out of the way as his mouth grazed her jaw. His hands smoothed down her torso, moving to cup her breasts. Note to self, Jensen, she melts if you rub her scalp.

"Yes?" He whispered, a certain part of him at attention. "What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me," Sansa murmurs. Her voice goes low and husky at the thought of it but she's wanted nothing but his touch day and night since the first time he brought her to a peak and she doesn't know how to capture that feeling without his hands and mouth bringing her there. She tips her head back against his shoulder and arches her chest up.

"Touch me?"

He didn't say a word, but his hands did. A soft click of the front clasp of her bra, and then the rasp of his thumbs over her nipples as his hands cupped her breasts. Jake's face bent into Sansa's neck, tasting her skin while his hands were busy.

A brave hand slid down her flat stomach, cupping her mound through her panties.

Sansa arches up into his touch and squeezes her eyes shut. He's good at touching her - he seems to know what she likes only after these few times. She reaches for his hand, slides it beneath the fabric of her panties.

"Touch me like this."

Bossy woman. Jake didn't protest but took the opportunity, his fingers delving between her folds. Jesus Christ. Hot and ready and God, how much he wanted to sink his dick into her. But not yet. Let her tell him what she wanted.

His fingers were gentle as they explored, careful of his nails.

"That's good," Sansa whimpers, reaching down and hooking her hands in her panties to work them down and off. She wants him to have as much access to her body as he possibly can have.

"Touch me more?"

Oh, he was not ever going to complain, not when it was Sansa directing things. That was fucking hot. Jake shifted on the couch, leaning back, and lifting his legs onto the coffee table. He wanted to be sure Sansa had a good support under her.

"Bend your legs, sweetheart. Prop them on mine, okay?" His breathing was choppy, her sweetly curved ass rubbing his dick as she shifted in his lap.

Sansa does as he asks but then she turns her head, kisses him deeply as his fingers play in the wetness between her thighs. It feels so good when he touches her like this, plays with her, and she loves feeling him hard against her bottom.

"Show me how to touch?"

"Touch yourself? Or me?" Jake asked, his voice husky.

"Show me how to touch myself," Sansa whimpers, squirming in his lap. "Show me. Help me. Touch me while I touch myself?"

She kept squirming like that, he was going to make a mess in his jeans. But Jake reached for her other hand, and brought it between her thighs, gently resting her hand on herself, his hand on top of hers.

"Be careful of your nails. Won't be fun if you scrape yourself. Just try out how hard you want to press and feel." He demonstrated, directing her fingers to rub against her folds, his fingers slipping around hers. The tip of one finger slipped inside her and he paused, waiting for her reaction.

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