((I would have shipped teen!Melanie and teen!Jim SO HARD. Damn.))

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He ran his free hand through his hair, messing it up a bit while he walked beside her, closing his eyes as he appreciated the chilly weather of London. He then looked at her sideways and smirked, his fingers slipping underneath her shirt and caressing her skin. “You live nearby?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch. “Next block over,” she said, opening her eyes and scrunching her nose at him. 

“Perfect”, he purred and smirked wolfly, his eyes watching her intently for a moment before he laughed briefly and diverged his stare to the street, running through the dark and quiet flats; how boring, ordinary people sleeping at reasonable hours, he couldn’t stand routines.

Luckily they soon arrived at Melanie’s flat, soon enough for Jim’s mood stay the same, which was quite an achievement since the boy constantly passed through steric mood swings. He leaned his back on the door jamb and looked at the sky while Melanie searched for her keys, waiting for her to open the door.

Melanie got her door unlocked and looked over at Jim, watching him. In that moment he looked so innocent she almost wanted to just leave the door open for him so he could come in when he felt like it. She leaned over and kissed his shoulder before nodding towards the door. “Are you going to join me or would you rather remain out here?” she asked with a wink and a smirk, spitting his earlier words back at him.

Jim returned his eyes to Melanie’s face and smirked at the mockery. “Ha-ha”, he scoffed and rolled his eyes, slowly pulling away from the door jamb and closing the distance between them. “Hilarious”, he murmured when their faces were only inches apart, glancing into her eyes before he weakly pusher her inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click. 

He had memorized her living room instantly with a couple of glances as he guided her towards the sofa, his hands knowingly placed in her waist, his jacket falling from her shoulders as he slowly slide one to the hem of her shirt, his lips brushing on hers as he started to pull her shirt up. 

Melanie pushed her hips against his as she shrugged out of her shirt, returning her lips to his after a moment. One hand went to his hair, pulling him closer; the other went to his collar, gently playing with it, fingers brushing the bone at the back of his neck.

Jim’s eyes ran through her upper body rapidly before he returned the kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her closer, pressing their bodies together and soon spinning them so that he had his back turned towards the sofa. He meant to sit and pull her together with him, but a quick glance at the couch and he prevented a uncomfortable and messy intercourse, so instead he slightly flexed his knees and took Melanie into his arms, a smug smile appearing on his face when she stared at him a bit surprised. 

He quickly found her room and pushed the door open with his shoulder, putting her in the bad and soon crawling onto it, getting rid of his shirt before he placed himself between her thighs, his fingers travelling through her waist while he leaned down, kissing her again.

Hey Lais/teen!Jim, my wifi’s kind of spotty, but I’m writing the reply I owe you right now. I’ll post as soon as I get a better connection…

He ran his free hand through his hair, messing it up a bit while he walked beside her, closing his eyes as he appreciated the chilly weather of London. He then looked at her sideways and smirked, his fingers slipping underneath her shirt and caressing her skin. “You live nearby?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch. “Next block over,” she said, opening her eyes and scrunching her nose at him. 

“Perfect”, he purred and smirked wolfly, his eyes watching her intently for a moment before he laughed briefly and diverged his stare to the street, running through the dark and quiet flats; how boring, ordinary people sleeping at reasonable hours, he couldn’t stand routines.

Luckily they soon arrived at Melanie’s flat, soon enough for Jim’s mood stay the same, which was quite an achievement since the boy constantly passed through steric mood swings. He leaned his back on the door jamb and looked at the sky while Melanie searched for her keys, waiting for her to open the door.

Melanie got her door unlocked and looked over at Jim, watching him. In that moment he looked so innocent she almost wanted to just leave the door open for him so he could come in when he felt like it. She leaned over and kissed his shoulder before nodding towards the door. “Are you going to join me or would you rather remain out here?” she asked with a wink and a smirk, spitting his earlier words back at him.

Jim returned his eyes to Melanie’s face and smirked at the mockery. “Ha-ha”, he scoffed and rolled his eyes, slowly pulling away from the door jamb and closing the distance between them. “Hilarious”, he murmured when their faces were only inches apart, glancing into her eyes before he weakly pusher her inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click. 

He had memorized her living room instantly with a couple of glances as he guided her towards the sofa, his hands knowingly placed in her waist, his jacket falling from her shoulders as he slowly slide one to the hem of her shirt, his lips brushing on hers as he started to pull her shirt up. 

Melanie pushed her hips against his as she shrugged out of her shirt, returning her lips to his after a moment. One hand went to his hair, pulling him closer; the other went to his collar, gently playing with it, fingers brushing the bone at the back of his neck.

He giggled - yes, she heard it right, giggled - and rolled his eyes, reaching for her extended hand and holding it while he stood up. He fetched his jacket and placed it over her shoulders before he wrapped an arm around her waist, starting to follow her down the street. 

Her eyes lit up at the sound of his laugh, but she decided not to say anything about it. She had already learned that he could be a little testy, and she didn’t want to ruin the mood she had gotten him into. She snuggled into his arm as they started walking and slipped her hand into his back pocket. 

He ran his free hand through his hair, messing it up a bit while he walked beside her, closing his eyes as he appreciated the chilly weather of London. He then looked at her sideways and smirked, his fingers slipping underneath her shirt and caressing her skin. “You live nearby?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch. “Next block over,” she said, opening her eyes and scrunching her nose at him. 

“Perfect”, he purred and smirked wolfly, his eyes watching her intently for a moment before he laughed briefly and diverged his stare to the street, running through the dark and quiet flats; how boring, ordinary people sleeping at reasonable hours, he couldn’t stand routines.

Luckily they soon arrived at Melanie’s flat, soon enough for Jim’s mood stay the same, which was quite an achievement since the boy constantly passed through steric mood swings. He leaned his back on the door jamb and looked at the sky while Melanie searched for her keys, waiting for her to open the door.

Melanie got her door unlocked and looked over at Jim, watching him. In that moment he looked so innocent she almost wanted to just leave the door open for him so he could come in when he felt like it. She leaned over and kissed his shoulder before nodding towards the door. “Are you going to join me or would you rather remain out here?” she asked with a wink and a smirk, spitting his earlier words back at him.

Jim heard the ruffle of his jacket falling on the ground and he smirked maliciously, the smirk only growing wilder as she pulled away and met his eyes, the fact that she held the collar of his shirt with her teeth only making the whole situation more amusing. He brushed his fingers on her ribs, scratching them lightly. “Don’t you think we should head to somewhere a bit more… private?”, he suggested in a whisper, leaning forward to kiss her jawline. “Perhaps your house?”, he murmured against her ear. 

Melanie was happy she could amuse him in any way; Jim didn’t seem like the type that laughed at much. She let go of his collar and kissed his cheek. “Let’s go, then,” she whispered, standing up and reaching out her hand for him to take.

He giggled - yes, she heard it right, giggled - and rolled his eyes, reaching for her extended hand and holding it while he stood up. He fetched his jacket and placed it over her shoulders before he wrapped an arm around her waist, starting to follow her down the street. 

Her eyes lit up at the sound of his laugh, but she decided not to say anything about it. She had already learned that he could be a little testy, and she didn’t want to ruin the mood she had gotten him into. She snuggled into his arm as they started walking and slipped her hand into his back pocket. 

He ran his free hand through his hair, messing it up a bit while he walked beside her, closing his eyes as he appreciated the chilly weather of London. He then looked at her sideways and smirked, his fingers slipping underneath her shirt and caressing her skin. “You live nearby?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch. “Next block over,” she said, opening her eyes and scrunching her nose at him. 

Melanie started kissing Jim’s shoulders. When she felt his fingers on her bra, she pulled Jim’s jacket off her own shoulders and started moving her kisses back towards the center of his collarbone. She put the collar of his shirt between her teeth and pulled back to meet his eyes for a moment, raising her eyebrows at him.

Jim heard the ruffle of his jacket falling on the ground and he smirked maliciously, the smirk only growing wilder as she pulled away and met his eyes, the fact that she held the collar of his shirt with her teeth only making the whole situation more amusing. He brushed his fingers on her ribs, scratching them lightly. “Don’t you think we should head to somewhere a bit more… private?”, he suggested in a whisper, leaning forward to kiss her jawline. “Perhaps your house?”, he murmured against her ear. 

Melanie was happy she could amuse him in any way; Jim didn’t seem like the type that laughed at much. She let go of his collar and kissed his cheek. “Let’s go, then,” she whispered, standing up and reaching out her hand for him to take.

He giggled - yes, she heard it right, giggled - and rolled his eyes, reaching for her extended hand and holding it while he stood up. He fetched his jacket and placed it over her shoulders before he wrapped an arm around her waist, starting to follow her down the street. 

Her eyes lit up at the sound of his laugh, but she decided not to say anything about it. She had already learned that he could be a little testy, and she didn’t want to ruin the mood she had gotten him into. She snuggled into his arm as they started walking and slipped her hand into his back pocket. 

Jim tilted his head back to give her space and spread his flat hands on her thighs, slowly sliding them up to her hips. He gasped slightly as she kissed the hollow of his neck and soon brought a hand up to underneath her shirt, slowly following up her spine, his fingertips tracing every and each jut of her vertebral column. He stopped his slender fingers on the edge of her bra, dangerously playing with the opening of it while he lowered his head, biting weakly the cartilage of Melanie’s ear.

Melanie started kissing Jim’s shoulders. When she felt his fingers on her bra, she pulled Jim’s jacket off her own shoulders and started moving her kisses back towards the center of his collarbone. She put the collar of his shirt between her teeth and pulled back to meet his eyes for a moment, raising her eyebrows at him.

Jim heard the ruffle of his jacket falling on the ground and he smirked maliciously, the smirk only growing wilder as she pulled away and met his eyes, the fact that she held the collar of his shirt with her teeth only making the whole situation more amusing. He brushed his fingers on her ribs, scratching them lightly. “Don’t you think we should head to somewhere a bit more… private?”, he suggested in a whisper, leaning forward to kiss her jawline. “Perhaps your house?”, he murmured against her ear. 

Melanie was happy she could amuse him in any way; Jim didn’t seem like the type that laughed at much. She let go of his collar and kissed his cheek. “Let’s go, then,” she whispered, standing up and reaching out her hand for him to take.

Jim hummed under his breath as he felt her warm breathing against a sensitive spot below his ear, slightly flinching his shoulders as a soft shiver ran through his spine. He traced down her jugular vein with his tongue, lightly biting her collarbone. He took advantage of the proximity to her neck to inhale her perfume, smirking rather predatory against her smooth skin.  

While Jim was kissing her, Melanie had been searching out a spot to sit, but it was impossible to think with him exploring her neck. She let out a soft yelp when he bit her collarbone and, after a moment of recovery, pulled his face back to hers. Her lips crashed back onto his, hungry. “Come here”, she mumbled into his mouth mid-kiss, as she started to him over towards a patch of grass, never breaking away from his lips.

“Everything you wish, Miss”, he scoffed and half smiled against her lips, both of his hands on her waist as she slowly guided him through the path. Jim diverged his eyes from her for a mere second as he glanced around, making sure nobody else was near them as they headed to a bench, the dark-haired boy soon skilfully turning them around and sitting down on the seat, pulling her to his lap. 

Melanie settled onto his lap and continued kissing him. She ran her hands up his chest before resting on either side of his face, and then decided it was her turn to explore his neck. She made a line of kisses as she moved down his jaw, starting just below the ear, leaving kisses on his Adam’s apple and in the hollow of his neck. 

Jim tilted his head back to give her space and spread his flat hands on her thighs, slowly sliding them up to her hips. He gasped slightly as she kissed the hollow of his neck and soon brought a hand up to underneath her shirt, slowly following up her spine, his fingertips tracing every and each jut of her vertebral column. He stopped his slender fingers on the edge of her bra, dangerously playing with the opening of it while he lowered his head, biting weakly the cartilage of Melanie’s ear.

Melanie started kissing Jim’s shoulders. When she felt his fingers on her bra, she pulled Jim’s jacket off her own shoulders and started moving her kisses back towards the center of his collarbone. She put the collar of his shirt between her teeth and pulled back to meet his eyes for a moment, raising her eyebrows at him.

She wrapped both of her arms around his neck, pulling herself as close as possible to him, and ran her hands through his hair. Gently, she bit down on his bottom lip and forced her own lips into a smile.

Jim locked the woman against his chest with his grip around her waist and smirked lightly after she bit his lower lip, chuckling softly against her mouth. He then started to move his lips down to her jawline, slowly accompanying the structure of it down to her neck, planting soft kisses on the sensitive skin.

She shivered against him and turned her head so she could kiss the soft skin below his ear. With one hand she held the back of his head, gently playing with his hair; the other was still lazily wrapped around his neck.

Jim hummed under his breath as he felt her warm breathing against a sensitive spot below his ear, slightly flinching his shoulders as a soft shiver ran through his spine. He traced down her jugular vein with his tongue, lightly biting her collarbone. He took advantage of the proximity to her neck to inhale her perfume, smirking rather predatory against her smooth skin.  

While Jim was kissing her, Melanie had been searching out a spot to sit, but it was impossible to think with him exploring her neck. She let out a soft yelp when he bit her collarbone and, after a moment of recovery, pulled his face back to hers. Her lips crashed back onto his, hungry. “Come here”, she mumbled into his mouth mid-kiss, as she started to him over towards a patch of grass, never breaking away from his lips.

“Everything you wish, Miss”, he scoffed and half smiled against her lips, both of his hands on her waist as she slowly guided him through the path. Jim diverged his eyes from her for a mere second as he glanced around, making sure nobody else was near them as they headed to a bench, the dark-haired boy soon skilfully turning them around and sitting down on the seat, pulling her to his lap. 

Melanie settled onto his lap and continued kissing him. She ran her hands up his chest before resting on either side of his face, and then decided it was her turn to explore his neck. She made a line of kisses as she moved down his jaw, starting just below the ear, leaving kisses on his Adam’s apple and in the hollow of his neck. 

Well, fuck it, he thought as he slipped his hand further into her shirt and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, pulling her against his chest as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving with hers in sync. He squeezed her hand back before he dropped it and brought his hand up to her hair, burying his fingers into it and lightly scratching her scalp.

She wrapped both of her arms around his neck, pulling herself as close as possible to him, and ran her hands through his hair. Gently, she bit down on his bottom lip and forced her own lips into a smile.

Jim locked the woman against his chest with his grip around her waist and smirked lightly after she bit his lower lip, chuckling softly against her mouth. He then started to move his lips down to her jawline, slowly accompanying the structure of it down to her neck, planting soft kisses on the sensitive skin.

She shivered against him and turned her head so she could kiss the soft skin below his ear. With one hand she held the back of his head, gently playing with his hair; the other was still lazily wrapped around his neck.

Jim hummed under his breath as he felt her warm breathing against a sensitive spot below his ear, slightly flinching his shoulders as a soft shiver ran through his spine. He traced down her jugular vein with his tongue, lightly biting her collarbone. He took advantage of the proximity to her neck to inhale her perfume, smirking rather predatory against her smooth skin.  

While Jim was kissing her, Melanie had been searching out a spot to sit, but it was impossible to think with him exploring her neck. She let out a soft yelp when he bit her collarbone and, after a moment of recovery, pulled his face back to hers. Her lips crashed back onto his, hungry. “Come here”, she mumbled into his mouth mid-kiss, as she started to him over towards a patch of grass, never breaking away from his lips.