'Twas the night before New Year's . . .

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. . . and I'm not finishing the line, because the only halfway-appropriate rhyme for "castle" is "wrassle," and that's not entirely the right mood here. ;)  At Muir, before Proteus comes calling, Kitty and Jamie take advantage of the private room and thick stone walls to take a step they've both been thinking about for some time.  Or, to put it less tactfully, Kitty gets fed up with waiting for Jamie to make a move, sneaks into his room, and jumps him.



Getting into Jamie's room to set up while he was out was not a problem. Even doing so without anyone else knowing about it wasn't a problem, since Kitty could just walk through walls. Getting the note to him (J- Get out of any commitments and come to your room after dinner. -K p.s. I'd advise against having any dupes running around) had been slightly more difficult, but doable. And all of it would be worth it for the look on Jamie's face when he walked into the room. The lights were off but the room was well lit by the candles she'd  collected (cause no one would ever say Kitty wasn't allowed to indulge her silly, girly side) and she was curled up on his bed in just a comfortable pair of jeans and a sweater. Just the jeans and sweater. She was a girl with a plan.

Jamie opened the door and walked in, the curious expression on his face slipping right off as he stopped dead, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the candlelight. "Wow."  He grinned sheepishly at Kitty. "I, um . . . didn't forget an anniversary, or anything, did I?"

"Nope," Kitty said, smiling. "It's not the aniversary of anything. Yet. Come in," she added, beckonning him into the room. "Shut the door."

Jamie obediently closed the door behind him, then skinned off his sweatshirt, joining Kitty on the bed in jeans and one of his trademark Hawaiian shirts. "You should've seen what Peeko was up to this afternoon.  I swear, that kid's inspired."  Something she'd said registered, belatedly. "Wait, yet?"

"Mmm-hmm," Kitty hummed. A quick move let Kitty press Jamie back into the bed as she rolled over to straddle his hips. "Not yet," she said again before kissing him deeply.

This pretty much killed Jamie's interest in conversation, as he reached up, trailing his hands up Kitty's spine and across her shoulderblades, pulling her closer.  When they broke for air, he was smiling. "You're ambushing me," he murmured.

"Pretty much," Kitty said, tilting her head to kiss down the side of Jamie's neck, angling for his collar bone which she could just see under the neck of his t-shirt. "You objecting?"

"Nnh, no, definitely not."  Jamie's hands drifted back down, slipping under the hem of Kitty's shirt.  "No objecting here.  Big . . . mm . . . big fan of the ambush."  He made a pleased noise, discovering the lack of bra strap.  "How ambushed exactly am I?"

"Very, very ambushed." The great thing about Hawiian shirts, garish colors aside, was that there were buttons. Buttons were good, because you could get the shirt off easily while still making it fun. Kitty proceeded to do so, popping the buttons open slowly and pressing kisses into each bit of newly exposed flesh.

It wasn't very fair, Jamie managed to think.  Between the light kisses down his chest, and the squirming as Kitty moved down, he was pretty much in heaven, but his hands were at an awkward angle for returning the favor. Fingers tracing idle patterns across her back and lower ribs, he waited until she'd finished with his shirt to lift her back up for another kiss.  When they broke this time, he tugged lightly on her shirt hem and grinned. "You've got kind of an advantage as far as getting undressed, y'know, no matter how embarrassing it was when you did it by accident."

"How's that?" Kitty asked, letting him pull the sweater over her head then leaning down for another kiss.

"Mm, how do you think?"  Jamie nuzzled down Kitty's throat and the line of her collarbone, one hand meandering gently across her stomach and up.

"No... mmmm," Kitty started, before getting distracted. "No, I mean how have I g... got an andvantage?"

Jamie grinned, and nibbled his way back up to Kitty's ear.  "You can just phase out of your clothes," he murmured.  "Just one thought, and there you are, completely, totally naked.  I think about these things, you know."  He kissed her ear, then pulled back to look her in the eye with a slightly uncertain expression. "I've been trying to come up with the right way to ask you if you wanted to, um . . . finish what we started, with that poker game."  Smiling ruefully, he added "Mostly all I figured out was that most poets are wacky, and some of them are kinda sick."

Kitty laughed softly. "So that was your 'extra credit' project? Love, you are a very strange boy," she said, then kissed him deeply. "Yes, I want to. Hence the candles and all. Silly." Brushing a hair out of his eyes, Kitty smiled at him. "And sure, I could phase out of my clothes, but it's not nearly as fun."

"Mmm, yeah, I never said it was for a class.  Was even kicking myself a little for not finding anything by now, what with the nice private room in an actual castle, and the festive holiday season, and everything.  I should maybe be kicking myself for keeping you waiting so long instead, or using all that kicking energy for better things." Jamie grinned lazily.  "And I bet I could think of some ways to make it fun, but . . . not tonight."  The blood pounding in his ears was hardly at all due to nervousness as he reached out to tug loose the button on Kitty's jeans. "Now where were we?"

"Don't worry about the wait, cause yeah, better things to use the energy for." She grinned back at him, before  biting her lip slightly. "I think that's exactly where we were." To cover her nervosness she trailed her fingers down to undo the button on Jamie's jeans as well before sliding down the zip.

Jamie shivered slightly, propping himself up on his elbows with a sheepish grin.  "We're--well, you're--gonna have to, um, move, if we're gonna get much further there.  And, um."  His ears went distinctly red. "Also, I sort of need to get my wallet.  For the um."

Kitty kissed him deeply, then rolled over to the side, putting herself in reach of a small plastic packet she'd left unnoticed on his bedside table. "Am much with the planning and the... stuff," she managed.

"I've noticed that about you," Jamie replied, shimmying the rest of the way out of his jeans.  He rolled over on his side, nestling up against Kitty's back, and slipped one arm around her waist.  "Just one of the many reasons I love you."

Kitty wrapped her arms around Jamie's, holding him close. Turning her head she peered over her shoulder at him. "I love you, too," she said. "So much. Just in case, you know, you were in any danger of forgetting." She could just reach his shoulder, so she pressed a kiss there before turning around in his arms to face him.

"Mm, no, not likely to forget that in a hurry."  Jamie went in for another kiss, then pulled back to give Kitty his very best puppy-dog face as he slid his hands around, his fingertips nudging their way under the loosened waist of her jeans.  "Your turn?"

Without really thinking about it, as much because of the kisses as because of her own nervosness, Kitty lifted her hips and slid her jeans down over them, sitting up long enough to tug them all the way off of her legs. And now it was obvious that she hadn't been wearing any underwear, either. Glancing down at Jamie she smiled softly and managed not to blush.

Jamie, for his part, was trying to muster a coherent sentence, and not doing very well at it.  Finally, he shook his head, grinning, tracing his fingers wonderingly down the line of Kitty's hip.  "You don't kid around with this planning ahead stuff, do you?"

"Er, you know..." Kitty said, shrugging slightly as the blush won their battle and spread across her skin. "If it's worth doing it's worth doing well." Before Jamie could answer she reached over and tugged him closer for another kiss. If she was going to be tongue tied and silly it would be better not to talk at all.

Jamie was only too happy to help, his hands getting bolder as they roamed over Kitty's body.  In a minute, he was going to have to do something about the condom, but . . . that was in a minute, and now was now.

- - -

Kitty curled in Jamie's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, listening to his heart beat slow. Words. Words would probably be good. Words were difficult, though, cause they took thought. Kitty wasn't sure she could think anymore. She wasn't entirely sure she was thinking. There was always the possibility that this was a dream. Giving up on the words, she shifted slightly to press a kiss to the shoulder under her head. It was a good shoulder. She was very fond of it.

Jamie wasn't sure he could move, and didn't really feel inclined to try; as far as he was concerned, there wasn't any better place to be.  He shifted slightly anyway, enjoying the feel of her, warm and soft and so, so close, and brushed a sweaty lock of hair up off her forehead.  "That . . . was something, huh?" he murmured, smiling.  "Love you."

"Mmm," Kitty agreed. "'ove you, too," she muttered. "Lots." He looks very, very kissable, but his lips are all the way over there, she thought. Problem. Moving was too difficult. Instead, Kitty pouted. "Kiss me?"

Well, that was always worth moving for.  "Mm," he murmured, sliding down into range.  "Gonna get me all worked up again, much of this."

Kitty smiled into the kiss, then blinked at him as she considered what he said. Brain function was slowly returning to normal, but the best she could really manage was a semi-sleep, "Ok." She stretched in his arms, aware that there was a different sort of soreness in her muscles but not particularly crring. "Thank you," she added, rather distractedly. "For, you know, everything. Being you and all."

"Ah, well, the thing with that is . . ."  Jamie smiled, sliding his hands up Kitty's back and starting in on a slow, gentle, relaxing shoulder rub.  "The thing is, you're you right back, and that's pretty much more than I ever could've asked for."

Oh, and there went whatever possibility of regaining thoght processes. "Mmmm," Kitty purred as her brain melted again.

"Ooh, a noise," Jamie murmured, grinning.  "I love those--all the little noises you make when you feel so good you can't help yourself."  He leaned up for another kiss, his fingers light and caressing on her skin.  "I love that you'll make them for me."

She moaned softly into his kiss. "Keep that up and I'll... mmm... never, ever stop. Promise." Kitty curled her arms up to tighten around his neck, hands trailing softly over his shoulders and down his back.

Jamie's breath caught, and his skin prickled into goosebumps.  "Sounds . . . like a plan to me."  His hands drifted downward.  "'Sides, practice is good."