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Moon looks up from the couch when she hears the door open.

"Charlie?"

But she stops, half peeking above the couch back, her green eyes wide as she sees Ruin give Jason a shove in, offer her a wink, and then close the door. The viewscreen is prattling on with some romantic movie that has been making her laugh, and she hears Mare's low warning growl when the wolf sees Jason.

Moon is naked.

Completely and utterly, settled with a bunch of blankets on the couch. Charlie had told her she didn't have to wear clothes here, and so she hasn't.

She hadn't been expecting company.

Moon stares at Jason, noticing all the subtle differences in him since she'd last seen him, and then her eyes meet his, but she doesn't have any words for him.

So she stays there, kneeling on the couch facing him.

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She tilts her head, offering him her throat instinctively. It pleases her that he's missed her, because she's missed him.

"Is that a bad thing?" she asks, her voice a little breathy.

His heart races as his lips trail along her throat, hovering over the pulse there. He chuckles deeply.

"I was trying to be respectful and not jump you right after coming to apologise for jumping you."

His lips close gently over that pulse. "Not to mention I still don't have the greatest control in the world since I nearly killed myself."

Moon gives a quiet, choked moan when his lips touch her neck. Her fingers tighten in his hair a moment.

"You want to leave."

She doesn't say it shortly or huffily, just a quiet admission that Jason was trying to be as much a gentleman as the wolf could be.

Jason smiles, very gently sucking that pulse between his lips before speaking.

"Nope. I don't want to leave. I want to stay here and spend the night showing you just how sorry I am. But I probably should leave."

Though he's already showing signs that separating their bodies might be easier said than done.

She certainly isn't untangling herself from him. Moon is not well-versed in self-restraint.

"Why should you leave?" she asks, shivering against him while pressing up back towards his mouth with her throat.

"Because it's the right thing to do."

One of his hands drifts lower, brushing a bare thigh, and it pulls a deep rumbling in his throat.

"Fuck it, when do I ever do the right thing? Do you want me to stay?" His tongue darts out, tracing a wet line up her throat.

"I never wanted to go," she says, but the words die out into a breathless moan. Her arms tighten a little around him, as if she's afraid if she loosens her grip he'll run away again. "Stay. Please?"

He nips at her ear and grins. "Gladly."

His hand can't seem to stop idling up and down under the hem of that shirt.

"Tell me what you want, Moon. What do you want tonight?"

Moon drops her hands and slides them up under his shirt, hands splayed over his stomach.

"We can't smoosh," she whispers, feeling very warm the longer he touches her. "We're not in the woods."

His eyes close when her hands move under his shirt, a soft groan of pleasure escaping his lips. When he opens his eyes and manages to focus them on her, he presses his lips together.

"That's because I was an ass. If you want to smoosh, we'll do it in a bed like everyone else." A bit of that dark grin comes back. "For the first time, anyway."

Moon willing, he'll make sure he has sex everywhere possible in Charlie's apartment.

She glances at the bed, and then smiles up at him.

"I didn't mind smooshing in the woods. It was nice most of the time."

Moon would never complain about any of their trysts in the woods. It had seemed appropriate at the time, laying beneath the wolf in the forest.

He liked having her under the light of the moon with the scent of the forest in his nose. But, as he had realised on that first night, the Lady wasn't someone to bang in a back alley and go home. She deserves to be treated like the Lady she is.

"It was...most of the time. But it's nice in the bedroom, too." He nuzzles at her throat, his breath hot against her ear. "Is that what you want, Moon?"

A soft moan leaves her lips, and her nails wind up scratching lightly at Jason's stomach.

"I want you."

It was as simple as that. She just wants him near. As near as he likes, but near. She tilts her head so she can press her lips to his again, her hands sliding around from his stomach to his lower back, fingers touching the flesh above his jeans.

"I'm right here," he murmurs.

All hesitation vanishes when her fingernails graze lightly over his lower back. He's just happy that he can remain standing, even if a deep moan leaves his throat. He turns to catch her lips with his own, his mouth feeding hungrily at hers.

Hungrily, but not with the careless fervor of the last time. The only need tonight is the one he promised her long ago: just to be with her. Not for any other need than to just be with her and to give her pleasure.

Moon returns the kiss, feeling that tingling low in her belly that she always feels when Jason kisses her. She remembers that reaction to her touch along his back, and so she does it again, a little harder, as her heart begins to pick up speed in her chest. A wonderful sensation, the pleasant slide into arousal, and she makes a soft noise in her throat as their tongues touch and move against one another.

This time his knees do falter, but won't apologise: it feels amazing. He backs her towards the bed, using the momentum of his near fall.

All that and he still keeps his mouth pressed to hers.

They make it as far as the bed and his hands slide down to cup her buttocks, lifting gently.

Moon follows his cues, laughing softly against his lips, and sits on the bed. She maintains the kiss, even as she scoots back, pulling Jason with her.

"I want to touch you," she whispers, tugging impatiently at his shirt.

He crawls after her, moving gracefully onto the bed until he's kneeling above her.

"Yes ma'am," he chuckles. His mouth explores her lips, chin, neck; anywhere it can find while his hands are busy with the buttons of his shirt. Thankfully, his fingers are well-practiced at taking his clothes off, and the silk shirt is soon flung carelessly across the room.

He's still thin, but his muscles are starting to reclaim their territory through the hard work he's been doing, and it shows.

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Her hands move over his chest and back, touching a body that was slightly different than when she was last with him. Moon is already annoyed with the cloth covering her own body, and her hands leave him to tug with annoyance at her shirt.

"Silly sentients who think better with clothes," she says, smiling when Jason's teeth scrape along her throat.

Being a gentleman, he decides to help her out...of Charlie's shirt. "Can you blame me? Who can think straight when looking at you with no clothes on?"

He doesn't pull back to look at her once he feels that last button give and the feel of flesh against his own replacing the soft fabric of Charlie's shirt. His lips trail soft kisses down over her collarbone as his hand moves to meet them at one full breast.

Moon's head tilts back, one hand threading through his hand while the other keeps her upright on the bed. She moans, the sound breathy and low, as his hand touches her, his lips heat her skin.

"Oh," she whispers.

His eyes roll up to hers, a dark light in them as he grins and plucks lightly at her nipple with his lips. Using one arm to pull her body up against him and the other for support, he scoots them both even further up on the bed, laying her back on the pillow.

"There, now you don't have to strain yourself," he murmurs deeply, then draws her nipple back between his lips.

Moon parts her legs instinctively as they move up the bed so he can settle between them when she lays back against the pillows. She gasps, eyes watching him intently, her nipple tightening as he teases it. Her fingers move through his hair, along his neck, and across his shoulders, and she squirms a little, her moans always soft and musical.

And how he loves hearing them: it calls to him in more ways than one, and he answers in every way.

He teases, remembering vaguely how she'd liked it before and gives a small nip, drawing the nipple taught between his teeth before releasing it suddenly and giving it a quick flick with his tongue.

His other hand moves up, letting his weight rest on elbows as his mouth moves to her other breast.

That action earns him more than just a soft response. Moon gives a brief, sharp cry, her hands tightening on him as a rush of heat runs through her. Her eyes are wide, because this was a lot more than they'd shared before, and it surprises her.

Something new she'd not been expecting.

But then, a lot with Jason was unexpected.