“Yes, yes, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh!” Phryne cried as they came together hard. She was clinging desperately to the headboard in front of her when Jack pulled her down on top of him, letting them melt into the mattress together.
“Oh my God.” Jack murmured into her hair as she buried herself in his chest with a kiss. Jack placed a hand on her back before reaching over to pull the blankets over them. “What did we do with the sheets?” He asked as he lifted his head just enough to realize they had left the bed sometime during their frantic coupling.
“The first or second time?” She asked.
“Did we even make it to the bed the first time?”
“Oh, right.” She giggled, remembering their drunken escapades against the closed door of her bedroom. After a night of her sly teasing and secret flirting, he hadn’t been able to wait to slide his hand up her dress and finger her into oblivion for her crimes.
“I know we had them the second time.” She purred, recalling with affection the way she had hid under them to go down on him. She hadn’t been able to see him, but the noises he made told her that it had turned him on immensely to be blind to her actions.
“And the third time.” He cupped his hands over her backside, sliding her up so that her face was closer to his.
“When we pulled them onto the floor.” She recalled. “Which means they must be...” she paused and rolled off him, reaching just over the side of the bed.
“Totally defiled.” Jack added.
“Mmm, that too.” She smirked as she pulled the pile of sheets and blankets back over top of them. She was still trying to untangle them when Jack began to laugh.
“What?” She asked.
“I just remembered that you, of all people, send your laundry to a convent.”
“Not anymore!” She defended, but his laughter only grew.
“But you did!” He laughed harder. “To nuns!” She waited for him to calm down with a bemused look on her face but he couldn’t seem to stop.
“Are you going to be alright?” She asked him, unable to hide the smile that came with seeing such rare, unbridled joy from him.
“Oh, oh, yes.” He tried to breathe. “At least I think so.”
“I believe you’ve finally lost it, Inspector.” She commented. “Too much sex, not enough sleep.”
“Perhaps.” He agreed as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Are you complaining?” He asked.
“Never.” She grinned.