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"Every time I say you are beautiful," he retorts. "Your coffee. Your breakfast. Your hand and mine," he huffs, shaking his head as he slides down between her legs and flips up the hem of her dress in order to slide down her underwear, flicking it to the side before he returns to pressing slow kisses up her thigh, the skirt of her dress covering his head.

"I know what you're like," she tries to insist, biting her lip as she watches him crawl down the bed. She's not feeling so coquettish any more. "You're like a Mexican Disney prince when you set your mind to it, and I just—oh!"

She can't keep talking when he's pressing his lips to her inner thigh, his goatee tickling her skin. This whole dress thing is really obnoxious right now, and she scrambles to gather the skirt up about her waist so she can watch him, her heart thundering in her chest. "Oh shit."

He raises his brow when she calls him a Disney prince, smirking as he reaches up to slide his palms over her hips, grasping tight as his thumbs dig in and make little divots against the smooth skin, taking a slow trip upwards to make sure he lets Jake enjoy every second of this. He's all about patience and care, but as he noses his way up, he knows that he's going to work his tongue in short, shallow touches and long, languid strokes, aiming to do this as long as he can make Jake last.

"You are."

His hands are warm and steady on her hips, rough fingertips gentle as they get a good grip and hold her skill. It's probably for the best, because Jake wants to squirm already, restless even before he's done anything substantial.

In her defense, it's been like almost three years since she's gotten off with anything other than her own hand, so this is kind of a big deal.

In order to properly enjoy herself, she pushes up onto her elbows again, wanting to watch this, only for her dress to pool back down low across her hips and block her view. Grumbling, she flops back onto the bed and starts to wiggle out of it as best she can with Cougar holding her hips still, yanking it up and over her head, turning it inside out as she goes before balling it up and throwing it somewhere across the room. Now she can see.

He looks up when she pushes the dress aside and that's when his brain short-circuits again. All those mornings, he knows that she's got pierced nipples because he feels the brush of them up against his chest, but seeing them in practice -- more than that, seeing a naked Jake in practice -- is short-circuiting his brain. He wants to touch every bit of her, every last bit, and at the same time, he refuses to shift from his task at hand.

So he goes back to it harder, faster, a little rougher than before because if she's going to play dirty, then so is he.

She can almost watch his pupils blow wide and dark when he looks up at her after she rips off her dress, and that, almost more than anything else, makes her believe he wants her. He looks hungry, like he wants to eat her literally, and she can't help but shiver and let out a little mewl, heat washing through her with a roar.

"Oh shit, Cougar," she breathes, reaching out with one hand to slide her fingers over his hair.

His hands keep roaming up, like he's trying to touch her from here, but they always have to settle back against her hips for the leverage he needs to yank her towards him, a steady assault of teasing at first, little dabs and licks before he goes back to it, a grin on his lips as he purses them, giving a soft little hum before he goes back to his attentions and affections.

There's absolutely no point in trying to keep stoic or whatever, so Jake lets herself moan as loudly as she wants to when Cougar hums against her, the hand she has in his hair curling so that she's actually got a grip on him and isn't just riding the gentle bobbing of his head. She doesn't try to yank him anywhere or anything, though, just holds on as she folds her lower lip between her teeth.

Of course Cougar eats pussy like a champ. There should be no reason for her to be surprised by this, and yet it's like a fucking revelation all the same.

"Oh god," she moans, arching her back to try and get closer to him. "Fuck the Army, you've got a new job now."

He gives a considerate hum as he thinks of quitting the sniping business in order to service her at all hours of the day. In response to that, he flattens his tongue and works her a little harder, his grip growing tighter because he wants these marks to last and he wants her to feel them tomorrow. If she can't sit down tomorrow, that will be a success. If she can barely walk, then he'll know that he's done well.

"Mi amor," he murmurs, a soft kiss brushed to her thigh, allowing his beard to bristle the soft skin, before returning to his task with care and steady, focused devotion.

The way he hums against her makes her think he likes that idea, and she grins up at the ceiling. She rather likes that idea too, actually. Having Cougar around whenever she wants, putting him down on his knees for her, maybe even when she's working at the computer — the thought of Cougar eating her out while she's typing sends a fresh wave of heat rocketing through her veins and she can't help moaning out loud — letting him hitch her up on the counter or bend her over the table to fuck her until her legs tremble...

"Yep," she decides, stroking her fingers through his hair, her voice tight. "We're both retiring. It'll be just sex from now on."

She's been mildly horny for weeks, living pressed up against Cougar the way she's been, and she's always been almost embarrassingly quick to get worked up. The combination, added to the fact that it's Cougar between her legs, humming like that, curling his tongue against her and letting his eyes close like there's nothing he'd rather be doing, has her biting her lip and squirming, already close to coming but wanting this to last.

He knows they would get bored within weeks or retiring, knows that she will start whining and then complaining. For now, though, they have weeks to catch up on and he intends to work her raw and screaming, then when she thinks she's done, he'll just start again. Grinning, he lightens the pressure against her hips so he can brush his nose in and slide his tongue in deeper.

He wants to praise her, but he has better things to do than speak at this moment. Maybe one day, they will take a vacation and do nothing but this, but even now, they have a task at hand.

They've just also figured this out along the way.

She hasn't yet realized that Cougar isn't a one-and-done kind of guy, but it shouldn't come as a surprise to her. Still, for the moment, she's trying to hold back as much as she can, not wanting this moment to end and expecting it to as soon as she lets go.

Even silent as he is, Cougar cannot be denied, and so despite her best efforts she finds herself tensing, her legs drawing up a little as her body prepares itself for the moment when his tongue pushing into her has her snapping.

The noise she lets out is more of a yelp and less of a scream, but hopefully the way she yanks at his hair and arches her back before dissolving into a trembling mess will suffice, her free hand clutching at the bed beneath her as she whimpers and shakes.

Good. It's a very good start. What he hasn't told her and doesn't intend to is that it's just the start and now that he's been kind, it's time for a little bit of teasing. He eases back, just enough so that she gets the littlest of contact from his lips and tongue, working her name with his tongue before drawing back, putting more and more time between contact. For all that Jensen talks, he hasn't heard what he wants. He wants to hear her scream.

He eases away, just long enough to drag his teeth along her belly, then up to work his tongue over one of the piercings, before sliding his way back down to resume his work.

She's underestimated him. He eases back a little as she comes down, for which she's grateful, but then he keeps easing back, and she's not down with that.

"No, no, nono, Cougar..." she whines, spreading her legs wider and reaching for his hair.

The grazing bite to her stomach has her giggling, a little ticklish, a noise that quickly gets overshadowed by the moan that bubbles up when he licks across her nipple, her piercing tugging the sensitive nub and making her tremble. "Fuck. Oh fuck. Carlos, come back, gimme a minute." She's too sensitive right now for him to go right back to eating her out, she needs a moment to collect herself and come down a little.

He looks up, just enough that she can get a clear line of sight on his eyes. "No," is his clear, firm response back to her, hands right back to her hips, rubbing a little where he thinks he can see the first hints of blues and purples, inordinately pleased with himself for what he's done. He rubs his fingertips slowly down over her thighs until he's evoked goosebumps, then he goes right back to his teasing, slow strokes.

This time, he uses morse, a pattern to tease her with merciless fast and then drawing out slow.

She whimpers at the look in his eyes when he lifts his head enough to see her, the rumble in his voice when he tells her no. "Fuuuck."

It's becoming clear she's somehow signed up for a marathon, for Cougar to prove himself by seeing how many times he can make her come on his chin, and she's torn between despair and elation.

It takes her a moment to realize he's tap-tapping Morse Code against her clit, and then she can't help the breathless, giddy laugh that bubbles out of her as she squirms against him.

"Hi, baby," she replies, raking her fingers through his hair and feeling her stomach jump when his tongue strokes against her at just the right angle to send sparks shooting up her spine.

He's going to be a mess when this is done, her all over his beard in a way that when he strokes it, knows he'll have to leave her lying there while he tidied up, but it's completely worth every second, trying to make her back arch and make those sounds come out of her mouth. He wants all of that and he wants it for the rest of their lives.

He's not sure how to bring that up, but he'll get there. He'll make it work. He rocks against her leg, starting to get to a point where he won't be able to last without help, but he's a sniper. He's used to waiting.

"Are you humping my leg?" she asks, laughing. In the spirit of camaraderie, she shifts to press the back of her foot against his cock, rubbing as best she can when so much of her body is still so focused on what he's doing with his mouth.

The noise that comes out of her as he laps at her pussy is almost a purr; she's quite pleased with herself at the moment, the aftershocks of her first orgasm petering out as the build-up to her second start to coalesce.

"Fuck, I could get used to this," she murmurs dreamily, arching her back a little and lifting both hands to her breasts so she can circle her nipples with her fingertips, teasing herself in time with the stroke and drag of Cougar's tongue.

He may not be able to do all of this, all the time, but Cougar has big plans to make sure that Jake is always, always happy and satisfied. He wants to be the one touching her, though, and he does have that little (though completely respectable) problem to take care of. It's why he slides away, cupping his mouth with a palm and wiping himself clean as he kisses her on the lips. "Stay," he says, ducking under the bed to find the bag he'd had when they first started all this.

He finds what he needs in that little square wrapper, shucking off his pants as he stands so that he's as bare as her. It's almost strange, standing here like this. When Jake Jensen had joined the team, he'd never seen this coming.

"Yes?" he asks, holding up the packet.

She whines, quite stridently, when he pulls away from her, letting go of her nipples to reach out for him instead as she pouts.

"Where are you going?" she protests, trying to cling to him some more when he leans in to kiss her, but he's too quick to slip out of her arms again. Grumbling, she gets her elbows up underneath her so she can watch him disappear beneath the bed for a moment before returning with a square foil wrapper. "Please tell me you didn't get that from Clay," she mutters, watching him undress with great interest.

Clambering up onto her knees, she scoots to the edge of the bed so she can reach for him, lifting her chin to invite a kiss as she plucks the packet out of his fingers. "Fuck yes."

"Had them all along," he says, given that he's got a whole box in there that he keeps for just in case situations at bars. He's been keeping these because some tiny part of his brain has been hoping for exactly this moment. He grins as he kneels on the bed and tangles his arm around her to pull her in for a long kiss, pushing them both down to the bed when she can topple them.

"You want to be on top?"

"Oh thank god." It's bad enough they all know exactly when everyone else gets laid, she doesn't want to know that Clay helped facilitate it by handing out rubbers like a high school health teacher.

She laughs when they tumble to the bed, their kiss breaking so that she doesn't headbutt him when they land, but she doesn't exactly move too quickly to clamber over him and get to business. She wants to kiss some more, sucking his lower lip into her mouth and grinning as she nips him.

"Do you want me to be on top?" she asks, her eyes gleaming.

He nods, eagerly, because while he would very much like to keep control, he also likes to think of her on top of him, moving around in such a way that he thinks between the heat and the vision, his brain won't be able to do anything but watch.

"Anything for you, tesoro," he rumbles, low and gentle.

Her face lights up, a broad smile crinkling the corners of her eyes, and she leans in to kiss him again. "That's a dangerous promise, Cougs," she murmurs between kisses, almost happy to just settle for this, lying on him and kissing him again and again and forgetting about the rest.

Except that would be horrible, so she wrenches herself away reluctantly. "Stop distracting me," she complains, like she wasn't the one who derailed their earlier plan to make out.

Reaching down between them, she curls her fingers around the hard length of his cock, stroking him slowly and smirking. "Ooh, big boy," she teases, fighting against the urge to giggle again. Guys don't like it when you laugh with your hand on their dicks, although Cougar obviously has no reason to be concerned. "I'll blow you later, okay? Right now I just really, really need to fuck you."

Her hands are quick and nimble when it comes to opening and rolling the condom down over him, and she gives him a few more strokes when she's done just to make sure he's ready before she swings her legs over his hips. "Yeah?" It takes a little wiggling for her to line up properly, but once she finds the right angle, she leans forward to brace her hands on his chest as she stars to push herself down onto him.

Every single little giggle is met with a dubious glare right back at her, like he can't believe that she's laughing at him (or with him) while they're about to do this. He lets out a growl as he yanks at her bruising hips, pulling her down on top of him before he lets that exploring hand slide upwards to start touching other places that he's been wanting for so long.

For one, it's rubbing his thumb in slow, careful circles around the areola, a teasing with slightly blunt pressure when he thinks she's ready for it. "JJ," he murmurs, adoringly and wondrously as he stares up at her. "Look how beautiful you are."