makinglies | Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same

This was definitely a new one.

It was Jet's idea, or rather both Jets' idea and so long as their partners were gung-ho about it, Albert and Alberta fell in step. Truth be told, they both sort of missed certain qualities of the opposite sex. Neither would trade the relationships they had for anything in the world, but now in a position to be able to re-experience those things with someone who is, ostensibly, the person he's in love with.

Well.

Being tied up hadn't exactly been what Albert had in mind - Jet was rarely so dominating and if (rather, when) the mood had ever struck to be dominated, he'd never once asked. How do you explain that desire to your partner?

Apparently Jett already knew, not just about his arms being tied but in leaving him with his clothes on too, something he appreciates.

"Just the right amount of not." Albert looks at her from under his bangs, unable to stop himself from lingering just a little on her chest. Gott had he missed breasts...

This level of dominating was hardly what she and Bertie would do; the older woman was already so submissive, it never would have occurred to her. But Albert was clearly the more dominate one in his relationship with her counterpart and Jett just wasn't quite willing to give up her more dominate role even in the face of that, especially being with a guy. Plus, he hardly seemed to be complaining if that growing bulge was any indication.

She was pleased to find out that pleasing her partner still brought her joy even if he was not Jett's preferred gender.

"Good." She leaned in a bit more and kissed him none too gently, but not overly hard either, it was possessive and strong and a hundred percent confident in what she was doing.

Her hands slid up his thighs, hips and waist to leave her stroking down his chest. Her hands traveled back up and cupped his head as she sucked hard on his lip right before breaking away.

"I think it's time to get a little more comfortable." She straightened and pulled the shirt slowly up off her body only to drop it to the floor, leaving her toned body and ample chest on view for the German.

The kiss is forward and perfect, just the right amount of pressure to hit home that yes, this really is an alternate version of Jet (not that he'd doubted) but there's also something new there, a confidence that Jet tries to keep up but Jett commands without thought. She knows who she is, why she is, and no one can take that identity from her and Albert finds that intoxicating.

Her hands on him have his synthetic skin reacting, simulated goosebumps rising even under his clothes at her touch. It's the view that does it, the view and the second hard kiss that leaves his bottom lip stinging and puffy. Lingerie he'd missed too and seeing her chest in that lacy little black number, breasts threatening to overspill the cups when she moves in a certain way, it gets him so hard its a wonder his pants can still fit.

"Gorgeous," he murmers, mesmerized, breathing in her scent. The usual is there, fuel and ozone that usually characterize his Jet, but also a layer of cinnamon and vanilla, both scents that are new but not out of place. He likes it.

The comment was unsolicited and so, unexpected. Color flared across her cheeks and she had a moment's pause were she looked at him in surprise. It wasn't that she thought she was ugly, she knew she was good looking, but it was the way he said it--the same way Bertie would say it: reverent and appreciative and in such a way that made Jett feel important.

She catches herself quickly and instead of attempting to play it off only to fail, she chose another tactic.

Long legs slid through the holes created by chair arms and chair itself so she was straddling his hips and pressed up against him chest-to-chest. He was already so hard and it sent a shock of excitement through her. She experimentally shifted so she ground herself down over the straining material, lacy black underwear against the slightly scratchy feel of kahkis.

She only did it for a couple seconds before reaching behind him to thread long fingers through his hair and pull his head to the shelf of her chest where she held him and pet his hair.

Her Bertie liked her boobs, so chances were Albert would too.

As she slides into his lap, Albert's hands twitch in their wanting to move, to touch her and feel if her skin is any different than his Jet's, if anything feels different.

Her grinding into him certainly is. He can feel how damp she is even through his pants and it makes him want to end this teasing and take her now, arms tightly around her thin frame and face buried in her neck as he enters and elicits moans and gasps in a high pitch.

Instead he's tied to the chair, rendered stationary to her whims. She pulls his head into her chest and he breathes deeply, nuzzling into the soft cushion as her fingers card through his hair with a gentleness he wasn't expecting. It's comfortable and he can hear her heartbeat and his eyes drop closed to focus more closely on the sound.

"Mmm... Jett..." He murmurs, muffled by her breasts. "I wish you'd let me touch you..."

Jett continued petting his hair with a small, amused, hum. She sort of wanted him to touch her too, maybe she'd change her mind about the bindings later, but for now they'd stay.

She was too busy realizing something kind of scary: she genuinely cared a lot for Albert. He could never replace her Bertie, but if she was going to fall in love with a man in her lifetime, it would be this one. His hair was soft against her skin and the weight of his head on her chest felt good, like it was normal. It was more attachment than she'd really been expecting.

"We'll see."

She finally pulled her mind out of those distracting thoughts and set them aside for later, for right now she had stuff she wanted to do. She ground her hips down extra hard, a small breathy gasp escaping at feeling just how hard he was with only the few layers of fabric between them.

Jet pulled away a bit and reached back to unclip her bra so she could slide it off and sacrifice it to the floor. She didn't look at it as she did this, she kept her amber eyes locked on Albert's silver ones the entire time. She shifted back against him once more, this time to press her bare chest to his as she pulled his face in for another hard and dominating kiss. She might be getting wetter by the second at the thought of him entering her, but she wasn't going to let him forget who was running the show right now.

The grind of her hips has Albert gasping in tandem with Jett and clutching the arms of the chair as if they can offer some restraint for his mounting desire. It's a fruitless effort, especially with her keeping his eyes, making sure they stay on her all the while as she disrobes and presses against him bodily to recapture his mouth and ravage it with her tongue.

That's a difference there. Jet doesn't make eye contact quite so intensely when they're intimate. It's something he's always found cute, that the teen gets overwhelmed and has to look away, but this version wants every scrap of his attention and she commands it with ease.

He wants so badly to simply put his hands on her hips, pull her onto him and watch her rock and ride, but they're on her schedule, and her desire is what runs the show.

She spends a moment or two just feeling his chest against hers, the difference of a flat chest versus one round like hers is noteworthy, but she grows impatient with her own exploring after a moment. Her body was throbbing with need for the man and there was little point to denying them both what they wanted when they were so far gone already.

"Albert..." Her voice is sultry as it carries her companion's name past his ear, one last practiced tactic to rile him up before she moved off of him again.

This time, she reaches up under her skirt and tugs her lacy black undies slowly off each leg, though the skirt remained in place, barely giving her any modesty as she moves with how short it is.

She came to Albert's side and unfastened his pants, allowing her to tug them down his hips to mid-thigh and finally exposing the hardened German to the room. It was quite a sight to see. He was thicker than she'd expected, thicker than most of the boys she'd bedded before and that had been a long time ago, but it just meant she needed and extra step in her plans.

Jett kneeled down between Albert's spread legs and slowly ran her tongue up his length from the base before taking the whole top half into her mouth without preamble.

It's a little jarring, actually, to hear his name in that breathy feminine voice, but it pulls another soft moan from him nonetheless. Then the underwear's gone and she's working at his pants. He tenses for a moment, afraid he'll have to tell her to stop, that she'll try and take them completely off. He has no idea if his female counterpart is more comfortable with herself than he is with his modifications.

Turns out he has little to worry on. She stops mid-thigh and he's grateful, for that and for the freedom she's given him from the constraining fabric. He's embarrassingly stiff, at full attention under her predatory gaze, and he nearly blushes at the long pause she takes to look him over.

She takes him into her mouth so quickly he barely has time to breathe, instead gasping and clutching at the arms of the chair, feeling they're going too fast but wanting more all at once. That mess of red hair, kept loose in fiery tresses, brushes his thighs and sends a shiver through him, leaving him wanting to run his hands through it, see if it feels the same. Not that he has long to think on it, Jett's tongue apparently trying to make short work of him. He moans helplessly, unable to do much else to react.

"Oh, Jett..."

She was going a bit fast, faster than she usually went with Bertie, but she wanted him and she didn't intend to be through with him so soon if this was going to feel as good as she was anticipating it would.

So she licked him up and down, thoroughly covering him and leaving him slick for her--although her own arousal was doing a decent enough job alone.

She didn't want him to come too early, though, so she pulled away and got back to her feet, stealing another hungry kiss before going any further.

Once she was actually staring at him, she hesitated a second, suddenly unsure of whether this would actually work or not. What if she'd lost her edge and he didn't enjoy himself? What if she'd been wrong and this was just going to be as 'whatever' as all those other times with guys had been. It was a little too late now and she certainly wouldn't know until they tried.

Jett laced her legs through the arms of the chair again and positioned herself before lowering down onto him. At first, she just pushed the head in, but once she felt okay about that, she lowered herself completely. An aroused gasp followed by a light moan was her response to him filling her up, her misgivings from before melting away as her body stretched and accommodated for this girth.

"Oh god..."

He wonders if he should say something with her standing there looking at him but it seems whatever voice he'd had is gone for the moment. Instead he sits there, aroused and straining, until she comes to some decision and replaces herself in his lap.

Inexorably, she lowers herself onto him and Albert breathes in sharply between his teeth as she surrounds him in slick warmth. Despite their disparate sizes, he glides in smoothly as she settles into his lap and it's all he can do not to raise his hips against hers at just how good it feels.

He swallows hard, shifting just a little for comfort's sake, but even that jostles her in his lap and he lets out a soft moan, bowing his head against her shoulder as it's the closest contact he can initiate with his hands tied.

His slight movement sends shocks through her and she moaned, pressing harder onto him. The sounds he makes tells her he's enjoying himself too and that was enough for her to leave behind any hesitations or needless thoughts.

Slender hands wrapped behind his head and kept it to her chest while she began rocking her hips back and forth in his lap. Every roll back took her a little off him and every roll forward pushed him back in; it wasn't a very fast or hard pace, but it was deep and lingering.

The room filled with moans and cries as she didn't bother to try and hide her sounds of pleasure. In her world, she and Alberta were an obvious item and while they hardly had sex while the others were around, Jett had no reason to hide the evidence of her activities.

The sheer amount of noise Jett makes nearly pushes him over the edge. Jet, while vocal, is so much quieter about it, likely because of their attempts to keep their relationship a secret (and they'd managed for all of five minutes. Joe was the last to know, and that's mostly because he's oblivious. To the others it was apparently obvious before even Jet and Albert knew themselves). That and the ingrained upbringing they both have concerning same sex coupling. It was simply not done in their time, and Albert has the nagging suspicion that they both are sometimes unconsciously afraid of some sort of repercussion should they be discovered by the world at large.

But Jett is so loud and eager, rocking herself in his lap and making no effort to hide her pleasure. It's intoxicating and the only thing that keeps it from setting him of right there is that he feels so much less involved being tied in place. She's doing all the work and physically it feels amazing, but mentally he keeps going back to wanting to hold her, touch her skin, rock her as she rocks herself but deeper, stronger.

As for now, all he can do is place kisses against her sternum, panting between them against her breasts and moaning softly to be released so he can take a more active part.

Her intention was to just have her way with him and make it good and fast for them both, sans his hands. But now...listening to him pant for his hand's release, listening to him actually want to take part was a little heady.

She found she wanted him to participate too, it just wasn't as fun if you weren't both into it.

She shifted so she had him buried inside of her then paused, reaching back to place her hands on the ties over his wrists. She was panting as well, but even through that she managed a half-lidded look accompanied with a whisper as soft as a snake slipping through grass in her seduction.

"I'll let you go, but only if you promise to make it worth my while. What'dya say, Al?"

"Yes. Oh Gott yes, I promise." He agrees far too readily but the prospect of his hands on her, of being back in control to simply touch, to taste, to drive into her again and again until they're both utterly satisfied is far too tempting for pride. He wants her, wants her badly because of all the teasing, all the keeping him under ties and unable to participate more than to moan and groan. He may be buried inside her at this moment but to really be active in it is all he wants.

"Anything, just please..."

She smiled and kissed him hard and deep, raising herself up slowly so that she was almost completely off of him before slowly moving back down again.

Just a little more torment before she gave in. She moved like that once more before grinding down into his lap and finally breaking the kiss with a breathless smirk. Long, slender, fingers worked the knots away, finally freeing the German's hands, trusting him to do as he wished and make it worth her while.

She doubted he would disappoint.

He begs but all she does at first is smile and take him still as she pleases, out and in again to cause tremors rolling through Albert's body, his hands clutching at the chair arms as if he means to break them and end the bondage himself, but he can't, he won't. Permission needs to be granted.

Then she frees him and he can hear a heaven's choir.

He wastes no time in practically throwing his arms around her narrow waist, face buried in her chest to where it pushes his bangs up from his forehead at odd angles and leaves that all that's in view, nose deep in breasts instead. His hips he immediately bucks up, holding her in place with his arms and surrounded by soft skin. One cold hand snakes down, curling fingers carefully but perhaps not too gently into a cheek, feeling the shape of it, how much daintier she is than his partner, and enjoying the sensation.

He thrusts into her again, hearing muffled for his position but that doesn't make her cries any less sweet to his ears.

She was right, he doesn't disappoint. The sensations seem to increase tenfold with his participation, the feeling of his hips bucking up and driving him into her pulling easy cries from her. His arms around her only make her hotter for him and the cool feel of metal on her ass brings a gasp, but she does what she can to press into the grip.

He could drive into her as long as he wanted as long as she could keep the feeling of his hands on her.

"Oh, Al. Fuck."

Everything is a blur of sensation and all she wants is for him to pound into her, take her as he pleases and fill her up when he finished. The thought alone nearly finishes her.

Jett's arm laces around his shoulders and grips one tightly while her other hand tangles in his hair, not pulling, just holding.

"God, Al, take me hard. Show me you like being inside me."

There was no hesitation or embarrassment in her words, just pure desire and want for the man beneath her.

He keeps moving, keeps pulling her onto him to drive himself as deep as he dares, reveling in his causing shivers and gasps and sending her foul mouth running. He's never been able to do that, talk dirty, and it's not something that Jet does either but somehow hearing it from the woman in his arms gets him even more hot and bothered than he started and he has to respond.

Though, his are a little different.

"Sie sind eine Göttin" he pants into her chest, fingers biting into soft flesh as he thrusts into her again. "Ich verehre Sie von innen und außen."

He can't think in English like this, can't make his mouth twist in anything but his native tongue for how far gone he is in the act. He just has to hope that Jett's translator works the same and will bring his meaning through. "Schöne Spatzi, halten Gesang."

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His words translate clear as day to her and fill her with both more desire and a strong overwhelming feeling of adoration that he would spend such pretty words on her. If he wanted her to keep singing, she was willing to oblige.

Just the endearments enough have her moaning louder, crying out to the ceiling her pleasure and just what this man screwing her brains out did for her.

"Oh god. Yes, Albert...fuck. You feel so good!" It's too much, the biting pressure of his grip and the feeling of his thick length stretching her and threatening to hit her deepest point with each thrust. She almost wishes he would, she wanted to feel him ram into her and empty himself at her deepest point, filling her up with him even once he'd pulled out.

"Al...I'm yours...fuck me as hard as you want. Make me cum with you!"

Her language is so much more coarse but it spurs him on nonetheless, pulling her down on him and pressing up with what strength he can spare without hurting her. She squeezes in on him, eliciting a shuddering breath and a loud moan that's lost in her chest as he buries his face there. It's a wonder he can breathe. Maybe he can't, they're cyborgs after all, it's not as if he needs to.

Every move she makes has him shuddering and each noise makes him just want to hear more. Fuck me, she says, fuck me as hard as you want. He has to comply. It would be heartless not to.

Suddenly he's standing, keeping her on him through cybernetic strength and allowing her a moment to hook her legs behind him before he moves the inches he needs to the wall, pressing her back against it roughly and quickly to make sure she doesn't fall. Here gravity helps, drives him deeper than he thought he could go, and he moans again into her breasts as he starts moving roughly, driving himself into her again and again with rough slaps of his hips against hers.

"Aah! Ah! Albert! Christ, yes!"

She's a tangle of limbs around him, her ankles hooked together just over his ass while she clung to his shoulders with a white-knuckle grip.

She'd had plenty of positions over the years, including against a wall, but never on the damn wall like this. He was so deep inside her she thought she could feel every thrust push him into her entire body and fill her up completely. It was a heady feeling that made her head spin and drove anything coherent from her mind. It was just his hard, thick, length making her knees weak as he crammed into her over and over, bruising her pelvis with his. It was perfect.

She'd asked him to fuck her and he was delivering as much as she'd hoped he would. At this rate, she wasn't going to last. Her mouth ran without her permission and her nails bit into his back as that stirring feeling kicked up, the one that said she was going to cum and it would be mind-numbing.

"Not gonna last...don't stop until you cum in me, I want to feel it."

"Gott your mouth is filthy," which is somehow why he drives his tongue into it, kissing her just as hard as he thrusts into her, past the point of no return.

Another two great drives and he pins her into the wall with his weight, holding her up as he pulses in her in waves that draw a breathy moan against her lips, his legs trembling until he locks his knees to keep them upright. It lasts what seems a lifetime, his release so long and hard it's a wonder that he manages to stay standing at all, much less keep her there with him, but he manages, even with one hand carefully cradling the back of her neck to make sure she's alright, he manages.

His tongue is in her mouth and all she can do is helplessly moan against it as he keeps his maddening pace. But then he trusts with all his weight into her and pins her to the wall with his length buried deep in her body and just the thought of that alone has her spilling over that edge. She can feel him pulsing and quivering and his warmth filling her up as he cums in her and it's not a sensation she thought she'd enjoy so much. But her legs are clenching tighter to keep him as deep as possible and it has her practically screaming into his mouth as she drenches him with her own release, her arms winding around behind his neck for support.

As they finally both seem to start down from that high, she breaks the kiss and pants heavily into his chest, his name murmured quietly like a prayer with her body worshiping his.

He holds them up for what feels like an eternity until finally he sinks down to the floor, utterly spent but still careful to keep her safely against him and not set down to hard or roughly. It's an odd sort of contrast to how furiously he'd been working into her only moments before, but now he's happy to settle with his back against the wall and ignore the scarf bruises on his wrists from being bound and the weakness in his legs from holding them up in favor of holding her close and gently gliding his hands over the soft skin of her shoulders and back. He cradles her as something precious, someone worth every ounce of care and protection.

He kisses her face gently, first on the forehead, then on her cheek, then so very lightly brushing her lips with his own. "Are you alright?"

The gentleness he visits upon her after such vigorous actions is a wonderful contrast and it has her responding in kind. Once he has them settled onto the floor with Jett still in his lap, she lets her hands roam, fingers tracing from those marked wrists, up Albert's arms to hi shoulders before finally settling on his neck just into his hair line. It was the perfect place for when she pulled him into a fuller kiss. It wasn't even remotely as needy or lust-filled as before, but it held a gratitude and affection she couldn't vocalize.

"Yeah, kinda sore, but in the best way possible." A smirk fell onto her lips. "You claimed I had a dirty mouth, but did you hear what you were saying to me? It was pretty impressive."

He blushes at that, actually turns full on red from the back of his neck all the way across his cheeks and he has to turn his head away to maintain at least a little of his dignity.

"You started it," he mumbles sullenly, a joke but still true.

He remains that way for a moment, but with her fingers in the hair at his nape, he can't help but turn back and nuzzle her cheek, planting a soft and gentle kiss there. He keeps holding her but keeps tight reign on his hands, lest they wander to her chest again like they want to.

Meanwhile, Alberta's having a more difficult time. She knows what she wants, they'd all agreed on the experience after all (she hopes she hadn't agreed too quickly and let on just how excited this made her. She loves Jett with all her heart, but... there are things you miss.) She just finds it difficult to voice her desire, her upbringing getting in the way of any forthrightness she might have displayed. She just has to hope that this Jet, parts and height aside, is similar enough to her own that he understands without her having to explain at length.

For what seems like the twentieth time, Alberta smooths nonexistent wrinkles from the long skirt Francoise had lent her and looks at Jet with a small, shy smile that radiates nerves along with excitement. "It's been a long time since I was... intimate with a man."

Jet sat nearby, a healthy amount of space between them, but not too much either. He fiddled with his shirt much like how Alberta fussed with her skirt; it seemed neither of them really knew what to do despite this being partly Jet's idea.

"Yeah...me to. With a woman, I mean, I'm with a guy all the time." Smooth.

He hesitated a second more, his face already bright red and he hadn't even started trying to do anything.

He wanted to do this, if there was any woman he would sleep with, it would be his partner as a girl. He could see the differences in stark detail, but he could also see the similarities and both of those attracted him to her despite his usual preferences. Alberta was Albert and the person he loved.

Tentatively, he reached out for her hand to stop it from smoothing her skirt again and held it gently. "Let's just go slow."

He'd taken her gun hand but she still curls her fingers in his very gently. This is still Jett, her partner, even if he's male and she feels she can trust him just as implicitly as the woman who'd made her fall in love again when she'd thought it impossible.

"Alright," she smiles lightly at him, not sure of where to start, but a little less nervous at least. "I'm just not sure how to... I mean, Jett - the other Jett - usually just..."

She trails off, waving her left hand as if that illustrates the point. It sort of does, frankly.

"Oh..." Jet thought about it and what he knew about his other self didn't make that idea very surprising. They'd lived different lives after a point and it had made them different people, despite any similarities. But that didn't mean he couldn't give Alberta what she was looking for, he'd certainly done it a few times for Albert.

Jet looked at her and smiled, a bit of mischievousness thrown in there to help both of them feel a little less nervous. Then he was leaning down to kiss her.

It felt interesting, softer, but it wasn't really different either. In fact, it still felt good to him, so he didn't hesitate to turn it a little harder and a little deeper.

It's easier if he takes the lead, this she's used to, and so she gently parts her lips to meet his. Jett may be taller than her, but she's nearly as petite in frame but this Jet is broader and with him leaning her into the arm of the couch she feels encircled. And because its a version of Jett, it translates to feeling safe and secure.

Long fingers slide up Jet's forearm, a silent but encouraging invitation to continue. She likes this.

Jet curls his arms around her, pinning her to the couch as they pressed together and the teen focused on kissing her so thoroughly iy would leave her lips tingling.

His tongue sought hers and swirled around it and past it in it's exploration, only pulling away and allowing a chance for air once Jet himself desperately needed it.

"...your lips are soft."

He didn't know why he felt the need to say it, but it came out as a gentle whisper, a secret he could only share with her and the silence of the room.

His lips fell to her cheek and chin and then experimentally to her neck, a chance to see if what drove his Albert crazy drove Alberta crazy as well.

"So are yours," she replies softly as he moves in close again, her heart aflutter. He's so much calmer than her Jett. Or maybe calm is the wrong word, more like... hesitant. Careful. Where Jett knows what she wants and will claim it without ado, this Jet seems a little more wary.

She doesn't have much time to wonder why that is with Jet's lips gliding lightly on her neck and pulling a soft gasp from Alberta. Apparently she and the male Albert do have things in common - something she hadn't been sure of beyond the obvious when they'd first met - and Jet is well versed in what spots make either version of the German gasp and clutch at his arms.

Her response pulls a smile at his lips and encourages him to continue the attention, increasing the pressure and adding a subtle scrap of teeth to his kisses and sucks to drive her crazy--though he was careful not to mark her; he and Jett had agreed not to mark what wasn't theirs while they were 'borrowing' them.

While his lips were busy, his hands hesitantly slid from where they were down her arms to her hips. He didn't really know what he was doing, but he tried to call on those memories of the girl from Uptown. That hadn't been very pleasant for either of them, but he had learned a little more and she'd tried to teach him before he realized the knowledge was useless to him. Not so useless now.

Gently, his hands slid up her body, from hips to stomach to chest where they stopped and lightly touched as though she were made of glass and he might break her if he used too much pressure.

It's strange, for all his similarities to her Jett, he begins this closer to how Hilde would handle her, like something precious but ultimately breakable. She's found in recent years, though, that she's not so fragile.

To illustrate the point, Alberta kisses back harder, pushing up into Jet bodily even as his hands pull shivers and twitches from her physically. His hands - so much larger than Jett's - encompass one breast each in their palms when he rests his hands there, pulling a light gasp that breathes into Jet's mouth with a near embarrassed squeak. She could try to be more forceful, but ultimately Jet is in charge here and she's grateful for the slower pace even if she's afraid he can feel her nipples at attention through the thin fabric of her blouse.

He could feel them, but he just took it as a sign that he was doing this right. Well, that and the little gasp she'd made, that was a pretty good indicator too.

His hands kept up their movements, a little more pressure behind it with how insistent she seemed with her kiss. One of them slowly slid down and then back up under the hem of her shirt, experimentally running his fingers along her stomach and chest as they went until they got to their intended destination under her bra. long fingers rubbed and pinched and generally played with the nipples his usual partner lacked; they were a bit of a novelty.

His other hand abandoned it's place on her chest to slide down to gather the fabric of her skirt, allowing him to sneak his hand into it to graze his finger tips against the real skin on the inside of her upper thighs, hoping to pull a bigger reaction from her; especially now that he'd freed her lips from his.

Warm hands on real skin makes her start and she nearly jumps, gasping and suddenly unsure of what to do with her own fingers. For now her hands curl around Jet's biceps, not tightly enough to hurt but certainly tightly enough to convey her nervously excited emotional state.

"Oh..." she breathes softly, Jet's fingers still caressing her nipple catching up with the sensation of long fingers brushing delicate flesh and mixing to make her feel a bit fuzzy and hot, face blushing a deep rose.

As with when he was with Albert, Jet wished he could strip them both down and just enjoy the feeling of body against body, but he could guess that Alberta probably had the same problem Albert did if the way she dressed and acted was any indication.

He kept up the attention from his fingers for a little bit, the ones on her thighs switching from one leg to the other, sometimes tracing higher, but never touching those panties just a little bit further up.

The color her face was turning brought color to his own cheeks, but a thrill of excitement born from the desire to please his partner pushed him forward. Just as his fingertips finally brushed the edge of Alberta's underwear, he pulled both of his hands back (leaving her shirt and bra rumpled and misplaced and her skirt still bunched for better access) so he could remove his own clothes. Even if his silver-haired partners were reluctant about stripping, Jet wasn't.

He didn't spare himself any modesty and was soon completely bear to the room and Alberta's eyes--the latter of which made his face burn brighter, but didn't slow him down. He crawled back over her and let his hand not supporting him slide up between her legs again, this time rubbing over the fabric with just enough pressure to make her squirm, his lips attaching themselves to her neck at the same time to achieve the same purpose.

She has to resist the urge to hide herself anew as he rises to strip. Alberta doesn't pull down her skirt to cover her knees again, nor does she pull the blouse over her clearly synthetic stomach. No, instead she watches Jet, watches how he brazenly removes every stitch of clothing and puts her firmly in mind of her partner, but the color on his face is different.

As is his... equipment. She has a hard time looking away from that too, mind racing in sudden fright of if she'll enjoy it. Has she been spoiled for men? The last thing she wants to do is make Jet feel inadequate but it's been so long and she's only been with Jett since Hilde and what if she's forgotten entirely how this works?

It all flutters out of her head when his hand slips between her legs, returning to tormenting her with his fingertips over her panties, but it's those soft lips on her neck that cause her to moan and arch into him, one hand curling on his bicep as she does, to urge him onward. Please don't stop, she tells him with her body.

His attention to her neck is slow and thorough, but his fingers press on like they're short on time. He rubs along the fabric with increasing pressure. Her writhing and pleasured moans encourage him to slip his fingers under the edge of her panties and feel around her wet warmth. It might as well be new for how much experience he had with woman, but he was taking his cues from her and he found the sounds she was making and the faces that went them were entrancing and working him up more than he'd anticipated.

Maybe he wasn't really straight, but she was making him question. The thought of being inside her soon just made him more excited. His lips kissed up to her ear so he could whisper to her.

"I want you."

It made him a little flustered himself, but at least the color stayed off his cheeks this time. He did want her, no matter how embarrassing the brazen admission was.

She shudders when he whispers to her, hands clutching at his arms as if afraid he'll withdraw and leave her a pleading mess on the couch. She wants him too, wants him badly, but her voice is caught in her throat and she can't say. Can't even squeak.

Instead she'll have to show him, as frightening as it is, but Jett always reacts so well when Bertie shows gumption and so - though it's difficult to focus on with Jet's fingers caressing in her folds, she leans up enough to slide one hand down Jet's stomach to his cock, hesitating only a moment before pressing her palm against the shaft and rubbing just a little, enough to find the flesh there soft, if tense, and pleasantly warm.

A small gasp escaped him as her hand touched his length, making him harden completely under the attention. He can see she's overwhelmed, the look on her face just made him want to push forward. He wanted to see what other expressions she'd make; to hear what other sounds would come out of her mouth.

Without leaving her reach, he moved his hands so he could slide her panties down her legs and let them drop off the side of the bed somewhere. He moved closer, as though he were just going to take her then without any other lead up, but he stopped between her knees and slid his fingers back up between her legs. Two of his fingers slid around her folds, wetting themselves so they could easily slide into her moments later. She'd been with a woman for the last while, he didn't want to just plow on ahead without preparing her first. He wanted to make her feel good...he just couldn't really find the words to say that.

She breathes in sharply as his fingers slip inside her. Her Jett does the same thing, petting before sliding inside, but this Jet's fingers are thicker and longer, making her shiver and stop moving for a moment as she gets used to the sensation. But she should be moving, shouldn't she? She wants him to feel as good as he makes her feel, as warm as she feels despite the lack of body heat.

Her fingers start moving again, pressing and kneading lightly at stiff flesh as her palm goes up and down, stroking with measured pumps. Carefully, she glances up at his face through snowy eyelashes, trying to see if some clue to how well she's doing - or not - lies in his expression and wondering if she can find the words to say that she want him now, that the subtle movements of his fingers are close to teasing with how she wants to feel him inside her.

But that's too forward, it's too much, and she can't get the words from her throat.

His expression is one of peaceful pleasure as he took enjoyment from both the sounds she was making and the feeling of her hand. The fact she was a woman and Jet wasn't seeming to have any troubles with that was a non-issue at this point. He could be confused by it later, right now he just wanted to be closer, deeper, to feel her squirm and hear her voice as she made her pleasure known.

He pumped his fingers in and out a while longer, preparing her as best he could before he caught her hand in his free one and held it beside her head as he finally removed the digits and shifted to press himself in instead.

His eyes never left her face as he moved, wanting to catch the smallest hint he should stop or change what he was doing as soon as she gave it. As long as he saw she was alright, he gently but firmly pressed the tip in, waiting a small moment before sliding the rest of the way in. She was so tight and warm and it felt so much better than he was expecting, that he picked up a deep and slow pace as soon as he could, his arms wrapping around her to hold her close.

She closes her eyes as he presses in on her, hand against his shoulders but not to push away. If anything, she's urging him on, slyly rubbing one leg against Jet's thigh as he moves inward, pulling a gasp from her as she's filled entirely with him. It feels amazing. So fulfilling and... nostalgic, she supposed the word for it is. She loves what she has now with Jett, but she missed this all the same.

She presses into him, not just with her hips but her entire body, practically melting with a quiet pant and moan against his chest as she slides her legs up to lock around his waist and keep him doing exactly what he's doing. "Oh..."

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same

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