strangetrip | [EP] A little fuss

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[EP] A little fuss - OTA

Some time ago, Corbie had found a calendar and counted back from the spring equinox. And then ahead from the winter solstice. And settled on a date. And then she’d done it again the next day. And again the next, until she was finally satisfied that she’d correctly translated between calendar systems and definitely had the correct date. Caroline had caught her at it and pried it out of her that Corbie had been trying to figure out when her birthday was and, wheels turning behind her eyes, Caroline had left it there. And Corbie had forgotten all about it.

Which was how she could be surprised now as she was shunted into the cafe that Caroline had bullied cake out of Pike and had possibly bullied other people around the inn to come eat it.

Okay, that wasn’t fair. It was a kind gesture, since Corbie hadn’t told anybody. Hadn’t intended on telling anybody. Growing up, her birthday was only so big a deal. She and Gran hadn’t had very much money for presents or treats, though Gran had tried when Corbie was small; they were both always more concerned with having enough to get by. Birthdays were for rich kids. Or at least bourgeois kids. And then there was just the part where… well, what was the point? They were here. It made doing anything special for anybody kind of hard. If anybody cared enough.

… Okay, she was being entirely unfair, because here were two people who had cared enough and had tried for her and it was incredibly sweet.

Unexpected tears in her eyes, Corbie laughed and flitted to the café door, calling out to anybody in earshot. “Come help me eat cake!”

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Corbie smiled shyly around the fingertip she'd put in her mouth to suck off a little pink frosting that had gone astray. "Lumme, I hope we're not still here then, but... I mean, I wouldn't object?" It felt strange to think about anybody making the effort to surprise her. Gran would have called her spoiled if she expected anything (among other things Corbie couldn't and wouldn't think about for carrying on with a married man).

"I'll keep that in mind," Jackson told her with a half smile. He needed to start planning. Tomorrow.

Ducking her head, Corbie took a bite of cake herself. "I mean, there might be one thing I can think of that I want..." she mumbled around her fork. Which was a dumb thing to say, because she was pretty confident the answer would be no and she just shouldn't.

"What's that, darlin'?" Jackson was all ears.

Corbie could hardly claim to be shy when it came to anything to do with sex, and yet sometimes, when it came down to being fairly certain a person wouldn't be interested in what she wanted all of a sudden she was all blushes and squirming and darting eyes like a virgin. Even now, she couldn't stop wanting to please.

"I..." her face was bright red and she had to look away. "It's a bad idea."

Jackson chuckled, and set his plate of cake aside, taking a seat in the nearest chair, and her hand, to tug her closer. "Come on, now you've gotta tell me."

Corbie set down her own plate reflexively. He tugged, she followed, settling on his knee before she'd even thought that through. Her face was burning. She opened her mouth to speak, and at first she couldn't say anything. Closed her mouth, took an exasperated breath, and tried again. "Ever thought of... sharing me with another man?"

That... had not been what Jackson had expected, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise, before he chuckled. "I can't say that I have." He brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. "Do you have anybody in mind?"

He wasn't saying yes. But he wasn't saying no, either.

It wasn't a no. At least not yet. And between that and the caress, she at least felt a little less like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. She still couldn't manage eye contact, but there was no hesitation in her answer. "Coby."

Huh. Jackson scrunched his brow thoughtfully, then shrugged a little, focusing back on Corbie. "We could talk."

Now Corbie looked at him, because that wasn't the reaction she expected. Her breath hitched and she started to tremble. And when her brain caught up with her body and she realized her own reaction just to not hearing no, Corbie tore her eyes away and looked down at her hands.

Sometimes, embarrassment was just embarrassment. And sometimes when it struck just right it made a desire all the more needful. The feeling was sweet and awful all at once.

Calm down. No point in getting hot and bothered yet. "I mean, it's just a thought and you asked and I'm pretty sure he'd be up for it though I ain't brought it up yet and--" and she was going to keep babbling like an idiot but it was so hard to shut up.

When she trembled, Jackson used his arm around her waist to pull her closer to his chest, a faint frown on his brow. He kissed her hair, and then interrupted her with an, "All right, darlin'," meant to say that she was. All right. "Take a breath. It's all right."

It was not as abrupt as shut up, Corbie, but the touch settled her in place of that. Corbie put her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath. And another. Then she nodded. "Yeah. I'm okay."

Jackson kissed her hair again, then nuzzled it gently, his arm warm and secure around her waist, his other hand on her thigh. "You sure that's something you want? In reality? Not just something you like to think about?"

He wanted to make sure, before he gave it much more thought, given how much she had worked herself up over it just now.

That was a question that a person could ask about a lot of things they tried in bed. There was no guarantee that it wouldn't end in disaster. But Corbie didn't need to think. She nodded. "Yes."

Jackson accepted that with a nod. If she hadn't been a whore once, he might have insisted to make sure she knew what she was asking for, but all things considered, Corbie really probably did. "So you talk to him. And if he's amenable, then we talk." He paused, and then asked, "I take it you two have been intimate?"

It seemed logical. Jackson had no idea, but he didn't expect her to fuck nobody but him, and he figured she wouldn't even have brought it up - or him up, in any case - if Coby hadn't at the very least shown clear interest in him. She was nervous enough as it was.

"Yes." That much Corbie wasn't shy about. What was between them wasn't exclusive and neither of them wanted it to be. She and Jackson were very fond of each other, but they did not love each other nor, under any circumstances, did Corbie think they could.

"Okay," she said, venturing a tiny smile, "I'll ask."

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Jackson's smile echoed hers, and he stroked his thumb under her bottom lip, an encouragement for it to stretch. "I didn't think I'd ever see you fret over somethin' to do with sex."

"Well," Corbie found herself starting to grin, "I was almost completely sure you'd say hell no and that'd be that."

"There's probably some things I'd say hell no to," Jackson agreed, although they were few enough. Especially if they involved Corbie. "But that'd be that." The way he said it, it sounded like a good thing. He'd have said no, they'd have moved on.

Rather than answer with words, Corbie kissed him. First a sweet, soft kiss on the cheek, mingling gratitude and affection. She didn't know if she really had the words to explain how much she was used to being told no, how much she'd learned to just stop asking for things, stop wanting things if she could. Asserting herself and her desires when she didn't think she'd be heard was still new and frightening, especially when she wanted the person she was asking to like her.

He was telling her it was okay. That it would be okay. And while she'd need more time to really feel that... it was something.

And then a second kiss on the mouth, just a little longer and deeper than might have been appropriate at the moment, with a very different sentiment behind it. I want you so bad... but we're in public.

Well now, that was a kiss and then some, and his arm around her waist got a little more possessive for it. Jackson had to smile at her again when the kiss broke. "Don't suppose you'd like to abandon that cake now."

Corbie's chuckle was lower and huskier than usual, which was almost answer enough to her own ears. "Oh, I'd like to. But I think I should talk to Coby while that idea's still fresh." And while she was just horny enough to push her through it but not so much that she got distracted.

Jackson leaned his forehead against her temple, then pressed a kiss on her cheek and leaned back. "All right then. But stop by my room tonight? You can tell me what exactly you'd like as you ride my face."

You're awful and I love it.

They must have looked entirely soppy and ridiculous from the outside, and it was that thought alone that got Corbie to slide off his lap after smiling and saying, "Yeah. Okay." Of course what part of her really wanted was to go do that right now, but she could keep her head.

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