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Waking up in the morning went either one of two ways- She’d hop out of bed ready to take on the day or she’d feel such an ache in her body that all she wanted to do was sleep the day away. For Ragatha, she knew it was going to be the latter when she felt a tension in her body the moment her eyes opened up.
The sun was already shining through the curtains, so she buried her face into the pillow underneath her head. Not needing to breathe made it easy to just stay like that. Until she realizes that she’s not in her room or in her bed and the man beside her shifts to face her. She knows that he has when she peaks up to be face to face with yellow eyes hazily watching her. Jax was never a morning person. He was never an any time of the day person, honestly, but the morning is when he’s especially cranky. So, she was expecting him to scowl, turn over, and ignore her existence for at least another three hours.
Instead, “You wake up way too fucking early, you know that?” Comes out in a groggy voice right before he scooches closer to her side of the bed. One arm thrown over her back, the other tucked under her pillow, and a soft kiss to the side of her face. She revels in it for the short amount of time before he buries his face into her pillow, “Guess this is when you decide to drag me out of bed, huh?”
“Eh.”
Through one eye, he peaks at her, “Eh? Usually you’re the first one out of bed.”
“Well, not today,” Moving slightly closer to him, there’s a rough pain in her back. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Jax who moves to sit up enough to press his face into his palm that he slides out from underneath her. Concern over his features that she’s only recently become acquainted with. Something that she can thank this odd sexual relationship they have for that. Another thing she was still getting used to, but her head was spinning too much to care for that at the moment. So, instead, she buries her face in her pillow and inhales as much as her nonexistent lungs will let her. This seems to be where the man beside her realizes that something was wrong and he lets that be known with a hand on her back- Circles rubbed over her skin and she revels in the touch until a particular spot makes her jerk. Every movement from him halts, but his fingers linger on her.
“You sore?”
She groans, followed by a short head nod.
“Figures. Caine’s adventure damn near killed us all yesterday,” The hand on her back slips to her side where he grips the bed to tug himself upward. She instantly peaks his way, but he’s already moved from his spot beside her.
“Wh-What are you doing?”
“Gonna braid your hair. What’s it look like?” Both of his knees find a spot at either side of her. Two hands gripping her shoulders before ever-so-slowly trailing over her back.The thumbpads of his fingers roll circles- Clockwise, then counter clockwise. It’s a rare moment for Jax to show concern for her, but she’ll revel in it when she can. Especially seeing as it’s working. Built up tension loosens as he moves over her back. From her shoulders to her mid back, to just where the blanket covers her up. She turns her face in time to catch his attention. It was hard to see him through this angle, but she could tell in the way his hands halted what he wasn’t asking. She shuffles underneath him until the blanket slips fully off of her and a choked back sound escapes. Still, his hands press into her lower back. This time with less confidence.
It was something that she was still surprised by, how much power she had over Jax. At least when it came to this. Any other time, he had the upper hand. Now- with a pair of gloved hands running dangerously low down her back- she had that upperhand. Though, he sure wanted to keep the act up that he had it. With his knees still on either side of her waist, Jax grips her sides to take a slow, long drag upward until his mouth is just by her ear, “This okay?” He mumbles, causing a stir of emotions she can’t register all at once. Not with his breath against her skin, not the short thrusts he’s making. Something that wouldn’t get to her as much if it wasn’t for the fact that there wasn’t a stitch of fabric between their bodies. This caused Ragatha to feel exactly what Jax was thinking about at that moment and she had to bite her lip to keep the soft hums at bay.
Tension. She was used to that when it came to Jax, but only when it came to disagreements, fights, and anything that is part of being enemies. This, however, was something that she had only become familiar with as of late. It took some getting used to. Well, on her side of things at least. For Jax, he reveled in this if the haughty chuckle in her ear told her anything. The moan couldn’t be swallowed back down in time for it to escape and she could see the smirk on his mouth growing.
Fine.
Two can play at this game.
As best as she could with his weight on her, she angled her back and hips upward until that laugh became a hiss. Her turn to smirk at him as she manages to move her head to fully meet the lust filled look in his eyes. It sends a shiver throughout her body that starts in her chest, making its way through her stomach, then stays between her knees that Jax is suddenly spreading open.
“You’re eager in the morning.”
A comment on the tip of her tongue, it’s forced back when his fingertip slips between her folds and she gasps. She tries to bury her face back into the pillow, but Jax refuses to let her and captures her mouth against his. The angle made it hard to do so. It was sloppy, messy, but it also fueled a flame between them that only built when one finger fully slipped into her. Jax refused to let her pull away from their kiss even when she went fully still against his mouth. He peppered kisses against her mouth, cheek, neck and stopped when he was back at his spot behind her. His free hand goes to grip her side while the other stays between her legs and another finger is added.
“J-Jax?” She gasps. She doesn’t need to finish the question she was going to ask. He was always good at reading her.
“I know. I’m just making sure you’ll be okay,” Slow strokes become faster pumps. Nothing too much and that was the problem. He was good at winding her up, but he was also good at making sure she got exactly where she needed to be. His thumb finds the swollen bud that has her crying out the moment he presses against it. Every thought of pain disappears, all she can think about is rocking against his hand. When she does, Jax groans and rolls his hips against her back. It was an added dose of pleasure for the both of them. So much for him that he slips out of her. She misses the contact for all of five seconds when her hips are brought closer to him and he realigns at her entrance- Stopping only when his tip slips in.
“A-Are you okay with-”
“Y-Yeah.”
Slipping fully into her, he groans out so loudly that she worries that it’d wake the rest of the circus. Jax, however, couldn’t care less about that. His main focus is solely on her. Her heart races at that idea. It’s not the first time for them. No, that title belongs to a moment weeks prior. But each time she hears the sounds and feels the touches, it fills her with a sense of pride. She doesn’t have the best relationship with Jax, but that doesn’t stop the attraction they feel toward each other.
Jax thrusts slowly enough.
She spreads her knees farther, backs up toward him just enough that the angle deepens for him.
“D-Dammit,” Comes out in a choked up scream that she can’t be bothered to silence nor the several other ones that followed. She pulls forward slightly, then back all the way back up onto him. She does this several times and watches over her shoulder at the way his face crutches in pleasure. Pride cannot begin to explain the intense sensation running through her at that moment.
“You’re eager in the morning, too.”
“Sh-Shut up.”
She giggles, but it’s short lived as he wraps an arm around her stomach, presses his back into hers, and mumbles something that she can’t fully comprehend.
“Wh-Wha-” Her sentence is cut off the moment his hips thrust forward. Back out, back in, a repeated cycle- Ragatha begins feeling a tension building. Even more so when her hair is tossed away from her shoulder for Jax to kiss and bite at. One specific nip of his teeth nearly hurts if it wasn’t for the pair of lips that soothe the spot, “I-I wish I could kiss you, too.”
He softly hums, burying his face into her shoulder. Both ears fall on top of her head, “Another time. I kinda like you in this position.”
“You would.”
“What? You saying that you don’t enjoy this?”
“I didn’t say that. It has its advantages.”
“Yeah,” He moves a hand below her stomach to the swell between her legs, “Like this.”
“J-Jax,” His name is short lived when it’s replaced with heavy gasps as he circles against her. She can feel a tightening form and it seems that so can he by the way his speed slows. Halts altogether, “Jaaaax,” Then, picks right back up without hesitation. She can feel the build getting higher. Steady at first until he hits a particular spot that has the both of them writhing. When his guard is down, Ragatha uses her hand closest to his face to tug at the pair of ears, bringing his mouth crashing down on hers. She couldn’t care how frantic it felt or how weird the angle made it. She just wanted him. She just wanted Jax. And the feeling was mutual as he deepened the kiss. She revels in it. He had his moments of care and, fortunately, she was finally allowed to see them.
It takes no time for the coil to build up. She spread her knees just a little further when that familiar sensation was getting closer. He picks up on it and slows his thrusts just enough to focus more on bringing her closer. It’s not long before he gets exactly what he wants. It’s a different angle for her and she curls further into the bed as she comes undone. The only thing keeping the screams and pleas to a safe tone is Jax’s mouth pressed to hers. Only, she ends up muffling his own when he finally picks the speed back up. Two pleasures meet at once as her climax peaks and she can feel every inch of him. It’s not long before his own hits. Lips still against hers while his body goes rigid. Both hands go to grip the pillow below her head, so she kisses at his wrist, only looking up to watch the pleasure sweeping over his face. A feeling of pride bubbles in her chest- Something that can only happen in moments like this. Something that only happens when she’s with Jax.
When it’s all done, he finds the spot beside her on the bed. Chest heaving up and down as if he needs air to survive. She finds something close to a heartbeat in her chest. Adrenaline boils down to dull relief. She moves closer to him and the pain in her back still hits, but she risks it just to curl into his side. He welcomes it with a soft kiss to her forehead.