Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

Perfect? Yes, Perfect! Thinking he had replied, Brandon said nothing else as Jaime closed the cap between them and rested her hands on his chest. Just touching was enough, but then suddenly it wasn't. Not as her lips drew closer to his and his mouth suddenly went dry as as a bone. That touch brought the moisture back just as quickly as it had gone and as he returned the kiss by way of both his lips and wrapping his arms around Jaime both protectively and wantonly. The amount of emotions being conveyed without a word rather astounded the young police officer. Certainly the amount of building, growing, and patient expansion of their relationship was what allowed so much to pass between them without muttering a single word. Brandon pushed his lips back, and in doing so split their lips just the smallest of amounts. His tongue darted out tentatively, and quickly found she was receptive to the thoughts and feelings that were pounding through his body unchecked at this moment. In order to firm up their connection, Brandon shifted his arms. Placing a hand against her butt and pulling her up while the other large hand spread like a spider against the small of her back to pull her in. He was surprised by how light and relaxed her smaller frame felt against his, it induced the softest of groans in his chest. Like a word that gets caught before it is fully formed and able to transfer up through the throat and mouth. Another kiss followed, this one exponentially more passionate and desirable. It was wet, their tongues brushing against each others, it was hot enough that Brandon felt his cheeks beginning to flush and the smallest beginnings of sweat to dampen his brow. All of a sudden it was nearly too much, and he wanted more. Without realizing he had lifted her from the floor and taken two steps forward until Jaime sat upon the bar. There his hand on her back drifted down, and met the other that had drifted up slightly from her butt. Together they met at the hem of her shirt and began to slowly lift the fabric upwards. He paused then, the kiss and the movement, just to be sure. The bodily reaction he felt was enough to again proceed without words. He slipped the shirt up and off just as he felt her hands digging into his hips to find the edge of his own clothes. God, it's happening, finally, yes! The thought crossed his mind briefly, ever so briefly, before he was pulled back to just what was happening in front of him. Now his own shirt was gone, revealing dedication and an intelligent work out regime that kept him fit and healthy. A rock solid chest with plenty of definition that spread to his strong arms and dipped to his rippling abdomen where a fully defined six pat was tense, in contrast to the way his mind felt. He was relaxed, as Jaime had said this was perfect. It felt so right to be doing this with her, and everything was perfect. She had to understand just as clearly as Brandon saw it that this was not anything other than a culmination of their rather child-like relationship that had finally bloomed into something more adult like at only the wrong time. But there was never a right time for things like this to happen, and perhaps, hopefully, surely it was going to do more good than harm in any case. To take both their minds off everything else and just focus on them. This was nothing more than about how they felt about each other and showing exactly that, Brandon almost felt like he could say that he loved her, and this was not a test of that. It was just a way of showing it without saying anything that could unbalance or upset either of them at the moment. They were cutting right through everything to just show and share what they felt, and that truly was perfect. Brandon displayed one skill that he was unsure if Jaime knew, or cared to know that he had. Her bra clasp came undone easily, and it hung half open upon her shoulders. Now that she was nearly the same height as him, Brandon's kisses suddenly broke from Jaime's hot lips, and trailed a line of fire and wetness that chilled in the cool apartment as he worked his way down her silken skin. Trailing along the underside of her jaw, across the nape of her neck, and down to her shoulder. Then his kisses moved further out, slowly, agonizingly slowly, pushing the bra strap off the side until it slipped down across her bicep. Stopping there, Brandon brought his face in front of Jaime's and breathed softly. The first words after all that had happened between them, You're perfect.