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Shouts rang out behind you as you and Jonathan ran around another street corner, the sound of both of your shoes hitting the grim stone that paved Whitechapel too loud as you both tried to evade the guards that had ambushed you.
The sun was rising rapidly, the streets already beginning to glow with the promise of sunshine. Panic quickly rose inside of you at the thought of getting caught by the sun. A phantom pain of blistering skin teased your senses.
“In here!” Jonathan’s hand gripping your arm and pulling you with him had you gasping in surprise. You only just managed not to fall over when he pulled you through a doorway, shutting it quickly before moving a large piece of furniture in front of it.
You looked around the space you’d entered. Just a grim as outside but, at least there was no sunlight, the windows long barricaded amidst the pandemic. Your eyes flicked to Jonathan, he himself was looking around the building, his eyes landing on a staircase to the side of the room. Or what was left of the staircase anyway, but it was ideal for making sure you weren’t caught off guard if anyone broke in while you were resting.
He nodded to you before teleporting up, you following behind him. Your couldn’t stop your nose from wrinkling at the sight before you. The upper room was small, very small. A metal framed bed just big enough for two people was pushed into a corner, a small dresser with only one drawer that wasn’t broken or wonky was up against the adjacent wall. Cracks littered the walls, old no dry wallpaper peeling away, the floorboards beneath your feet were stained with god knows what.
“Charming place you’ve picked for us” you sighed as you walked over to the bed and sat down cautiously, at least it was sturdy.
“Better than roasting to death in the sun” Jonathan’s attempt at pacing only made the room feel even smaller.
“The sun has never been so tempting” you muttered. The night had been long and hard. Hours passed of either fighting rogue Skals or dodging the increased number of Priwen guards. You were exhausted, if only mostly mentally, having to spend the day locked up in this tiny hovel was simply the icing on a very bad cake.
Jonathan sat down on the bed, moving backwards so his back was resting against the wall, crossing his ankles as he leant his head back, it was such a casual position you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Jonathan’s eyes shot towards you, his eyebrow raising in question.
“You look so at home in this shithole my dear”
“We have hours until the sun goes down, you’d best get used to it” he was right, it wasn’t ideal but it was safe at least. You allowed yourself to fall back against the mattress, folding your arms behind your head.
Minutes felt like hours. Your mind dwelling on the sounds of Whitechapel outside, people shouting, carts of produce being wheeled between vendors. You knew it had only been a few hours since you’d found yourselves here, and so many more to go before the sun would set. You turned your head towards Jonathan, he’d moved to a more comfortable position his body now laid across the bed, his coat and jacket were bundled behind his head acting as a makeshift pillow.
You were always surprised at how easily Jonathan was able to rest in these situations, he told you it was purely out of necessity, if you didn’t rest you didn’t recover from the night before. But it was such a human thing was it not? To sleep - or as close to sleep as you both got.
It did however allow you time to look over Jonathan without him knowing, taking in his features, the scar that lined the bridge of his nose, the way his eyelashes seemed darker when his eyes were closed, his lips…
You felt your skin heat at the idea of him kissing you. Of course you’d kissed many times since you’d both admitted your feelings for each other….much to Edgar’s happiness - apparently the game of you and Jonathan tip toeing around each other had grown tiring. But still you couldn’t help feel giddy at the thought.
Your eyes travelled lower over him, taking in his appearance, how well fitted his clothes were, how relaxed he seemed. Jonathan much to your disappointment was always a gentleman when it came to controlling himself during your more intimate encounters, you wondered what it would take to make him lose that control.
A buzzing settled all over your body at the idea, your body moving almost on its own as you leant up gently, moving yourself to lean over him. You leant down quickly, placing a kiss on his lips. Jonathan despite being surprised hummed contently into the kiss, his hand coming up to stroke the side of your face.
This wasn’t new though, and you couldn’t help yourself from pushing further, your hand gently pushing the button of his waistcoat open, you almost broke away giggling like a child when you realised Jonathan didn’t notice what you’d done, it wasn’t until the second button was pushed open that he pulled his lips from yours, looking down to where your hand was.
“I figured you would be more comfortable without it” you smirked at his surprised laugh. His head still resting back against his coat as he watched you open the rest of the buttons, your fingers dragging over the fabric of his shirt, delighted when you felt him tense and draw in a breath.
Jonathan leant up on both arms, allowing you to push the waistcoat from his shoulders and off of him entirely. He watched you reach for his tie, pulling it open and pulling it from his neck slowly. His eyes glued to you as you dropped the red fabric beside him, your fingers now pulling open the top of his collar.
You stopped once you’d reached his collarbone. Letting your hands play with the fabric innocently, waiting for Jonathan’s reaction, but he didn’t give one, he simply watched you. You would have given up if it wasn’t for the dark look crossing Jonathan’s face, his eyes dark with something you hadn’t seen from him before. God it’s sent heat and excitement racing through you.
“Keep going” a gentle command, his voice thick with lust, his eyes never leaving yours as you obeyed him. You couldn’t help the way your fingers shook with anticipation as you worked your way down Jonathan's shirt, trying to go slowly but your excitement was getting the better of you. You stopped when you got to the last button, it was hidden beneath his belted trousers, your eyes flicked up to him. Jonathan simply raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue.
In truth he was trying desperately to mask his own excitement, you hadn't made these kinds of advancements before, he couldn't deny that he'd thought about it, he had, a lot. He almost took over when you started opening his belt, so slowly, delicately, as if any moment you were waiting for him to stop you, as if he ever would.
The buckle made a sound that was almost deafening in the moment when you pulled the leather from it and your fingers made quick work of opening his trousers. You didn’t reach in, god he was desperate for you to touch him, but you simply pushed the fabric apart enough to pull his shirt out and finish unbuttoning it.
Your fingers delicately made their way back up his skin until both hands slipped under the shirt and onto his shoulders, pushing the last of the clothing covering his upper half off.
You let your eyes rack over him, down his chest, to the line of dark hairs that trailed into his trousers, the muscles that made up his figure, you appreciated probably a little too much that Jonathan was in good shape from his time in France. You were pulled from your thoughts when his hand gripped your own jacket and pulled you to his, your lips meeting again, this time with more urgency.
Jonathan felt your hand coming up behind his head, pulling him closer, his hands reached up to start unbuttoning your jacket, his movements fast as his excitement grew, you heard it hit the floor briefly before Jonathan’s hands pulling your blouse from you brought your attention back to him. His lips trailed down your neck leaving soft kisses in their wake, you shrieked in delight when Jonathan jumped up and pulled you by the hips causing you to fall back against the bed as he worked on removing your trousers.
He couldn’t help the way he picked up in speed, desperate to see you, to kiss every inch of you. Piece by piece until you were left in just your underwear. It was only then that Jonathan slowed down, it was his turn to look over you laying beneath him. For a moment you felt nervous under his gaze, but it didn’t last, the lust clouding Jonathan’s features was too obvious to ignore.
“Keep going” you whispered, mirroring his own words but lacking the confidence he seemed to have had when he spoke them. He did as you asked, almost too eagerly as he started removing the last of your clothing, finally revealing all of you to him. You let you hands fall between you to his trousers, pushing them as far as you could reach, then allowing Jonathan to remove them completely.
It was as if for a split second you both became brutally aware of what you were about to do. Not the ideal location that was certain but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you pulled him back to you. Jonathan’s hands were everywhere, teasing your skin with light touches, his lips tracing the lines of your neck and collarbones. When he placed himself between your legs you let of a breath moan as his member brushed against you.
He did it again, moving his hips back slowly so he dragged across your centre. A low growl coming from him as he looked down between you. “Jonathan”
His eyes met yours, flicking only for a second to your lips when you spoke. “Stop being a tease…otherwise we’ll be here till long after the sun sets”
This made him smile, he leant down to kiss you quickly. “Always so eager to get the job done, I’d have thought you’d liked to have savoured this”
“Hmm I’ll savor it next time, when we’re in a bigger bed perhaps” you teased before lifting your legs to wrap around his hips, pulling him to you. Jonathan breathed out a laugh before reaching between you, his fingers finding you wet, so ready for him. You delighted in hearing the usually well spoken doctor swear under his breath as his fingers teased you, brushing against your entrance.
You were about to protest again but he moved his hand away, lining himself up before slowly pushing into you. Oh the stretch was glorious, you let you head fall back as he slowly made you take all of him. Jonathan's eyes slipped closed as he almost painfully slowly pushed into you, feeling you take him inch by inch into your heat. Once he was down to the hilt he opened his eyes again to look at you, your faces close enough that your lips brushed together.
"Jonathan" You tried moving your hips to emphasize the fact that you were ready to be done with the teasing but his hands gripped your waist holding you still, his eyes flashed with amusement before a small smirk pulled at his lips and he kissed you, whispering against your lips.
"So impatient" the first snap of his hips took you by surprise, you gasped for unneeded air, your hands gripping onto Jonathans shoulders as he began to move again. You couldn't say the doctor didn't give you what you wanted. Each thrust was precise, each time almost pulling himself out before pushing back in, each one coming faster than the last.
Your bodies moved against each other at a desperate pace, you felt Jonathan's hands roaming over you, gripping you and pulling you against his own movements, his other arm was by your head, holding him up just enough to be able to kiss and nip along your neck in between his own moans and mumbled curses.
When you felt Jonathans hand find your heat you knew it was over, his fingers stoking against you while his hips continued their assault. Your eyes closed, head tilting back as you felt your orgasm building up.
Jonathan felt you tense around him pulling his own climax closer and closer, his lips still lingering over the skin of your neck. It was an impulse really, he didn't even consider it fully before he sunk both of his fangs into the skin of your neck, you back arching up into him at the feeling, you gasp was cut off suddenly as you clenched around him, moaning his name as your orgasm hit, your grip on him tightening as you pulled him closer. He couldn't have lasted through it if he tried, his warmth spilling into you just as he pulled away from your neck with a low growl.
It took a few moments but you both regained your senses. Jonathan kissed where his teeth had broken the skin but it was already healing over. You placed a lazy kiss against the side of his face before he lifted up enough to look at you properly. "Was that what you were hoping for my love?"
"Pretty much" You both smiled at each other like idiots, the giddiness of what you'd done still tugging at you both. Jonathans eyes flicked up to the covered window in the room. "The suns going down"
"Onto the next round of house visits?"
"Yes I suppose so... though we could make a stop at home first" You arch an eyebrow at your lover, home was in the opposite direction. As if reading your thoughts Jonathan leant back down, letting his lips drag up your neck again until he reached your ear. "I think we should savor the next round"