Wood and Roses

Mercedes Stuart woke slowly, the remnants of last night’s festivities still in her system. The dull throbbing in the back of her head, the dryness of her mouth accompanied by the lingering taste of beer and whiskey…yup, she decided, she had been drunk.

“Hmphmrm.” She mumbled tiredly, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. It took her delayed senses a full thirty seconds to reach an arm out and realize that the space beside her was indeed empty. She opened her eyes in a partial squint and quickly shut them again as the sunlight streaming into Jack’s bedroom window glared angrily into her eyes. “Well fuck me…” She muttered, rolling onto her back and splaying limbs out in all directions. Lying there, letting the hangover seep in a cursing herself for trying to out drink Bobby, she became acutely aware of her state of undress. Looking down, one eye squinted open; she saw only her dark blue booty shorts covering what was left of her modesty. Mercedes lay still for a moment, feeling the warmth of the sun seeping into her skin and trying to will the hangover away. After a few moments her eyes seemed to relax and she slowly opened them, getting used to the brightness of the small room and finally, heaving a loud dramatic sigh, sat upright. Untangling herself from the sheet that had previously covered the bed, she drew it up and over her exposed body and ran a hand through somewhat tangled brunette locks.

“Mercedes Stuart what did you do last night…”She sighed sadly, trying to remember the end of the night. Despite her best efforts that last thing she remembered was being carried upstairs by Jack…and then waking up in only a pair of panties. She hadn’t wanted Jackie boy to see her that drunk let alone have to deal with her pawing and giggling at him when she could barely even walk or talk…She winced at the thought and fell back onto the bed, letting one arm fall over her eyes defeatedly. “Fuck…”

So caught up in thoughts of last night, Mercedes didn’t even notice the door to Jack’s room open as a very wet, very naked Jack sauntered into the room. He paused at the sight of his mermaid, probably very hung-over and very curious as to the events of last night. He could see her lips move every so often as she mumbled scolding words to herself and shook her head. A small endearing smile quirked at his lips and while he was tempted to stay there and watch her all day…

With a great leap requiring stealth and agility that Jack had none of, he launched himself onto the bed, directly onto an oblivious Mercedes. “STEAM ROLLERRRR!”

“Humrpmh!…Noooooo!” Arms and legs flailed helplessly as Jack began rolling back and forth, much like a dog, over a very unimpressed Mer, an uncontrollable cackle rising to his lips.

“Wet naked steam roller!” He added, finally rolling onto his front and pinning her expertly down beneath him. Mer glared up at him defiantly, trying to pull her wrists free from his hands but it was no use.

“You better get your kicks in now Jackie boy because when I get up…”

“What was that Mermaid? You need a shower?”

“Jack Mercer don’t you dare!” Though her voice was made to sound menacing, the smile that played on her lips told him there was no true threat and even as she added “I’ll fucking kill you!” He began shaking his head violently back and forth and watching with satisfaction as her face became quickly soaked by the water coming off of his hair. A childish laughter rose from him that he hadn’t heard in a while, which caused him to laugh even harder, especially with Mercedes’ big green eyes looking up at him through soaked lashes trying to give him her very best death glare.

“Oh come on its funny.” He gasped, rolling off of her and to the side, clutching his stomach and glancing over his shoulder to see if she was still glaring. “I haven’t done that in years, you little fucker, you had it coming.” When there was still no response, he reached an arm over and dragged her across the bed so that she was flat up against him and buried his face in her brown locks dramatically. “Mercedes Stuart, love of my life, light of my life, darling, sweet-pea, honey bunch…could you ever forgive me for giving you a wet naked steamroller and a shower…even though you totally deserved it?”

Mercedes could feel his voice vibrating off the back of her neck as he spoke in his deepest man voice. Though she tried to hold it in, a giggle escaped her lips…and then another. Finally she reached over her shoulder and slapped him, hard, in the middle of the forehead.

“Dink…” She managed, still laughing as she once again rolled onto her back and looked up at Jack, who was poised on one elbow, head tilted and studying her intently. At her insult, he raised on eyebrow sharply in what she could only assume was his best attempt at a sexy face.

“If by dink, you mean sex god…” He smirked at her and bent his head down to her neck. Mercedes gasped as she felt his breath sweep across her skin. It had been so long since she’d been around Jack that she had completely forgotten what he could do to her so easily and most of the time without even knowing he was doing anything at all. All he’d ever had to do was enter a room with that swagger, that hair in his eyes, the smirk on his lips…and she was done in completely.

Now however, he knew exactly what he was doing as he placed lazy kisses behind her ear, nibbling lightly at the lobe and chuckling into her neck each time she gasped or squirmed under his ministrations.

“Mmmm..” She smiled, turning her face into the kisses and capturing his mouth in hers. The kiss was soft and slow, lingering, perfect. She could feel him smiling into her mouth even as he captured her bottom lip between his teeth and held it there. When he released her she opened her eyes and found herself once again lost in his blue ones.

Without breaking eye contact she reached out a hand and let it rest on his chest, pushing him gently back and crawling on top of him. Oh god she had missed this…the feel of him under her hands, under her mouth…

Mercedes dipper her head down, and placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, snaking her tongue out only slightly and laughing inwardly as he opened his own mouth for contact. Instead she moved up the side of his jaw, his ear and down his neck again all with deliberate slowness. She could feel his eyes on her but she didn’t look up, simply nipped playfully at the skin below his throat before running her tongue down to encircle one nipple. He let out a small contained hiss, and shifted underneath her. As she continued downwards, she felt a hand playing absently with the side of her panties. Warm hands brushed the back of her thighs then moved up the inside. She was wet and she knew it, and from the satisfied chuckled that escaped Jack’s lips, he knew it too.

“These need to come off.”