Home {Iris}

[jasonwright]

 After the rescue boats arrived, Iris and Jason, along with every other survivor rescued from the island, were taken to SC Memorial. It was only after he saw Iris fall asleep from the medication that Jason allowed himself to be taken away by doctors. They took x-rays to make sure the cut hadn't gone too deep and damaged anything more than just his skin. Satisfied his stitches were well done and all he needed was rest, the doctors gave Jason a bed and knocked him out for the evening. Once he woke up, they re-wrapped his bandages and released Jason. 

He's been awake for about an hour now, waiting outside Iris' room as the doctors do their final checks before they're willing to release her. He's nervous, drumming his fingers against the frame of the hospital door. He just wants Iris to walk out of that room, cast on her foot, and pain free. He just wants to get her home, because she needs to be home. 

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[jasonwright]

He tilts his head, losing himself in the feeling of Iris' kisses along his neck. He hand wanders further, slipping between her legs and he circles a thumb over her, his need to please her rising. He hopes she's comfortable and he's not pushing her, ready to stop at any sign.

[littleredsiren]

Iris stops her kisses, burying her face in the crook of his neck as a soft moan slips out. She can feel her cheeks heat up, unsure if its with embarrassment or pleasure and, honestly, not particularly caring. All she knows is this feels right, and she wants more.

[jasonwright]

Her moan is encouraging and Jason continues his movements, slowly at first, easing her into the sensation. He brushes his beard against her jaw, kissing the skin there softly.

[littleredsiren]

Iris squirms beneath him, pressing against his fingers. She bites down on her lip to hold back another moan as the soft scrape of his beard against her skin adds to the sensation. It's all she can do not to cry out with the pleasure of it all.

[jasonwright]

He can't help but grin at her reaction, happy to please her. Jason shifts and kisses at the sensitive spot behind her ear, feeling her quickened pulse against his lips. He keeps his body close to hers and slips a finger into her, enjoying her body's reactions.

[littleredsiren]

She moans properly this time, tilting her head back for him as she arches into his touch. Her body feels like it's on fire and she doesn't want it to stop, digging her fingers into his back to keep him close.

[jasonwright]

His concentration breaks with her moan and Jason feels the need to make it happen again. He moves slowly inside her, wanting to give Iris all the pleasure in the world as she arches against him. His other hand moves up her to her stomach, pushing her nightgown further up.

[littleredsiren]

Iris buries her face in his neck, wanting to help him with her nightgown but too overwhelmed by these new, painfully delicious feelings to do anything but moan his name into his skin.

[jasonwright]

He can't think anymore. When she says his name, it's like he's never heard it before. He needs to hear it again, needs to always hear his name on his lips. Breaking away from her, he lifts Iris up, helping her out of the nightgown and tossing it to the bedroom floor. He lays her down again, kissing her more passionately than before.

[littleredsiren]

The slight chill of the air contrasts with the burning heat of their bodies and she barely manages to contain a noise of protest when he moves off of her. But then her nightgown is gone and he's covering her with his body again and kissing her like there's no tomorrow and she's happy again. More than happy. She's never felt anything like this and part of her wants to sob with the rightness of it all. Iris fists her hands in his hair, deepening the kiss until her lips tingle with it and she feels like she's drowning in him.

[jasonwright]

His hands immediately explore her body, unable to control his desire to be close to her. Jason moans against her lips and his hand brushes over her breast. He's completely consumed by Iris and how right it feels to be with her right now, how different this connection feels. It's not just physical. He wants to share every piece of himself with her.

[littleredsiren]

She slides his fingers down his stomach, taking in every bump of muscle and line of a scar. She wants to know everything about him, to take in his entire body, his entire being. Iris shudders at the jolt of desire his touch on her breast sends through her, the steady thrum of pleasure that was momentarily interrupted starting up again.

[jasonwright]

Her touch is addictive and Jason lets out a low moan as her hands trail along his stomach. He presses his hips into hers again, leaning down to kiss over her collarbone and kneading her breast softly. His kisses inches down slowly, trailing from her collarbone to her other breast.

[littleredsiren]

His kisses leave a line of heat down her chest and she arches up to meet his lips. She moans his name again, a sound full of warmth and desire and pleading. All she wants is for him to keep doing what he's doing, but she also desperately wants to make him feel just as good as she does.

[jasonwright]

He can't get over how the sound of Iris moaning his name sends shivers down his spine. He moves against her more steadily now, driven by a need to please her, his lips exploring her chest as much as he can. His hand trails down her stomach, slipping into her underwear again.

[littleredsiren]

Iris breathes out a soft 'God', all she can manages as the heat begins to build in her stomach. She can hear her blood rushing in her ears and her toes are curling up against his calves. Biting down on her lip, she presses against his hand desperately.

[jasonwright]

He complies with her movements, slipping another finger inside her. He kisses up her neck, to her jaw, finally settling against her lips, deepening the kiss as he presses against her, needing her touch. Everything about this feels right and he wants to show Iris how much he cares.

[littleredsiren]

Iris kisses him back needily, feeling her muscles start to tense as she hits her peak. Her toes curl and everything goes blank for a moment as she loses herself in the feeling, moaning his name into his lips over and over. Flushing with warmth, and a bit of embarrassment, she buries her face in his neck, holding him against her as her body calms itself again.

[jasonwright]

Feeling Iris' body tense and relax causes Jason to sigh, happy to give her pleasure. His cheeks are flushed and his skin is hot, the warm from her body causing his to react. He kisses her forehead, holding her there for a moment before he moves his hand, curling his other arm around her body to hold her close to his.

[littleredsiren]

She gives herself a moment to recover before she hesitantly slips her fingers down his chest, lightly brushing them over the front of his boxers. It's all she wants right now, to return those feelings, even if she's not a hundred percent sure the best way to go about it. Her lips brush against his again, teasingly light as her free hand slips into his hair again.

[jasonwright]

Jason shivers at her touch, instinctively pressing himself against her hand, encouraging her to keep touching him. The moment of clarity he just had is gone as she brushes her lips against his and he moans softly into her.

[littleredsiren]

His moan sends a tiny shudder through her body and she nuzzles into his beard, pressing gentle, loving kisses up to where his jaw meets his neck. She strokes him through the fabric of his boxers, taking heart that she's doing something right as he presses into her hand.

[jasonwright]

His breath is heavy and deep as Iris stokes him. His brain is filled with thoughts of her and all he wants is for her to keep touching him. Resting his head against her shoulder, Jason slides his hand over her side, taking advantage of any chance to touch her soft skin as his other hand tangles in her hair. He needs her.

[littleredsiren]

She slips her hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking him more firmly than before. Eager to hear him moan again, she tilts her head, nipping and kissing a line down his neck. She feels drunk on his touch, his taste, the feel of his breath, hot against her skin.

[jasonwright]

He bites his lip, but a low moan escapes, Jason pressing himself into her hand. He hasn't been touched in awhile and he doesn't remember it feeling as right as this does with Iris right now. Without a thought, he rolls onto his back, pulling Iris on top of his chest and cupping his hands on her face to kiss her firmly.