Do-over

Date/Timing: well after Indiana Darling are a thing
Setting: after some sort of Carnegie Mellon shindig
Inspiration: Mark III gala scraps
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Chuck, in her 'Engineering Red' dress and three-inch heels, Jackson in his new black suit and 'Science Blue' tie, step into the lift, lean side-by-side against the back wall.
Jackson gives Vee the signal—
The lift shudders to a halt.
Chuck gazes heavenward.
"If this were a cliché, we would hook up."
"We 'hook up' all the time, Jones," Chuck scoffs.
"Well, sure, but I still wouldn't mind being a cliché."
"Prove it."
Jackson steps /very close, crowds her against the wall.
"Don't—"
He slides a half-step to the side, drops a hand to her hip.
Chuck relaxes.
Jackson smiles, pecks her jaw—
Her eyes flick to the spot; her eyebrow quirks, 'really?'
Jackson rolls his eyes, huffs, "Always in /such a hurry." Kisses her deeply.
Chuck drapes her arms around his neck and kisses him thoroughly.
Jackson breaks off—
Chuck chases—
—goes down—grimaces, ears flaming. "You're gonna have to give me a bit of help."
Jackson accepts Chuck's helping hands, uses her strength to kneel. He slides his hands under her dress, up her thighs, gets her panties off.
She tangles a hand in his hair as he coaxes the most /beautiful sounds from her throat until she finally smothers a squeal with her other hand.
He pulls away, rests his head against her leg, savoring the taste of her on his tongue.
"Get up here," she commands.
Jackson flounders to his feet and thank /god he remembered to put a condom in his wallet.
Doesn't get a whole lotta use use considering he lasts a whole minute.
"That's /it?" says Chuck, voice tinted with a laugh.
"Sorry," he mumbles against her neck.
"You're okay. In fact, you're actually getting /better."
Jackson whines.
She smooths his hair.
"I'd blame it on you being too beautiful, but that'd be dumb," he mumbles.
"Yea, that would." Continues to stroke.
He eases from her, steps back, trips, falls in a heap and he's still got his dick out—green glittery condom and all—and the lift's suddenly really, /really tiny and Jackson pretty much wants to die.
And then Chuck snorks.
Jackson blinks.
A real laugh bursts from Chuck and she tries to hide it behind her hand, but she's doubled-over instantly.
Jackson cracks up, too.
Chuck regains some control, tugs her underwear back up, and fixes her dress. She crouches beside Jackson and offers him a hand up.
"Just a—" Jackson wipes away tears, tucks himself back in his trousers.
She helps him to his feet.
He laughs into her shoulder and tells Vee—
The lift comes back to life.
"Shall we find a washroom?" Jackson offers an arm.
Chuck accepts. "We shall."
The door slides open and they walk, grinning, quickly and carefully to the nearest washroom.
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