if the truck's a'rocking
It doesn’t hit Jamie until they’re sitting across from one another at the restaurant that this is technically her and Dani’s first official date. It’s a fitting enough venue for it—this cute, little Italian place that one of the real estate agent who helped them lease the shop recommended.
The outdoor seating area is strung up with fairy lights, the soft glow bathing the cool view of the bay with romantic light. It’s a Friday, which means the restaurant is fairly packed, and the buzz of a dozen other conversations settles over their table like a warm fog, swirling between their companionable silence as they peruse their menus.
Every so often, Jamie will look up and eye Dani sitting there, some of her blonde hair tucked behind her ear, biting at her lip as she considers her options. She’s so comfortable now, as if she’s been able to settle further into her skin and bones since she and Jamie found a home, and started building a life together. It’s a far cry from the way she’d been at Bly where, even if she was fairly adjusted at the time, she was always visibly nervous. Her eyes were always wide and wild, always fidgeting with her hands and her clothes and talking too loud or too soft—never settling on a good enough volume.
It’s been eight months since that first not-date in the woods, since that kiss in the greenhouse—feeling Dani’s smile and Dani’s laugh against her mouth and skin for the first time. Jamie is so glad for every moment they’ve had together, every moment to come, but there’s fear there, too. Fear of the unknown.
Some days she’s absolutely petrified that she will look into Dani’s eyes and see someone else looking back at her.
But not yet, she tells herself. If at all.
She’s pondering this, still, when she feels a soft hand cover her own on the table. When she looks up, Dani is watching her. “Are you okay?” she asks.
Jamie smiles. “I’m perfect,” she says honestly, then flips her hand so that she can cradle Dani’s in it. Hold it properly.
“Me, too,” Dani returns, and she sounds like she properly means it.
Jamie studies her expression, the dip in the corners of her lips, the lines beneath her eyes and the flutter of her eyelashes. Squeezes Dani’s hand. “This is our first date, you know,” she says, and her tone is regular but she knows there’s a note of underlying wonder in it.
As she watches, Dani’s eyes open a little more and the corners of her lips begin to turn up. “That can’t be right,” she says. “We’ve had plenty of dates.”
With a shake of her head, Jamie hums a dissenting note. “No, we haven’t. Not real ones anyway.”
“What counts as a real date?”
Tapping her foot on the wooden boards beneath their tap, Jamie considers her options. There are a few ways to say it, maybe, but she decides on this:
“This. The two of us out in some public place. Holding hands. Having a proper meal together.”
Dani purses her lips. “Ah,” she says. “So you want to be wined and dined, then.”
“Yes,” Jamie says, a laugh building up in her throat.
“My apologies.”
“Better late than never, yeah?”
A squeeze to her hand. “I guess so.”
Their waitress returns then to take their orders and Dani’s hand stays right where it is. And they’ve done this in public before, of course—held hands—but they’re having dinner together at a nice restaurant and, after, they’ll go home to an apartment they share and so Jamie is just really, really hoping she doesn’t wake up anytime soon.
It’s easy with Dani, though Jamie never thought love would be for her. Half the time, she thinks she’s dreaming. So much of Dani seems too good to be true. But it’s true. Every bit of it.
And she’s been on a handful of real dates before—most of them in pubs back in England—but never like this. They spend the majority of the evening talking softly about the life they share. Normal things like their days and their feelings; they make vague plans for grocery shopping later on in the week and Dani keeps laughing at the little things Jamie says that probably aren’t even that funny.
But, to Dani, it doesn’t matter. Sometimes she has this look like she can’t believe her luck either. Jamie’s still trying to wrap her head around it. She’s never been the answer to anyone’s prayer before.
“This is going pretty well for a first date,” Dani says, sipping from her wine glass without breaking eye contact.
“Yeah?” Jamie asks.
“Sure. Easily one of the best I’ve been on.”
“How many have you been on?”
Dani purses her lips again. “Counting this one?” she asks, and Jamie nods. “Two.”
“Well, I guess you’re the authority on it, then,” Jamie teases and Dani grins.
On the table, her fingers stroke back and forth over the back of Jamie’s hand, leaving tiny sparks in their wake at the shiver of each touch. It’s familiar; Dani’s fingers are always seeking out Jamie’s bare skin wherever she can find it. Sometimes they’ll be sitting beside one another and Jamie will feel the warm brush of fingers beneath her shirt, in the dip of her back or the skin of her ribs.
The wine is settling into her mind, making her feel a little sleepy and a lot enamored with every little thing Dani does—the way she breathes, the way she tilts her head, the way her fingers grip the stem of her wine glass. She has nice fingers. Her eyes trace their familiar length and shape fondly, a montage of each time they’ve touched her playing in her mind in a whirlwind that makes heat flare between her legs.
She crosses them under the table and leans forward.
“So,” she drawls, deciding to try her luck—knowing by the flush of Dani’s cheeks that she’ll end up lucky no matter what happens, “how do you feel about kissing on the first date?”
Dani straightens her posture a little, a smile twisting on her lips. “Good question,” she says. “Who wants to know?” She circles Jamie’s knuckles with her fingertips as she speaks.
“Asking for a friend,” Jamie jokes and Dani laughs, taking another sip of wine.
“Well, tell your friend that I have a hard time saying no to pretty girls.”
“That so?”
Dani nods.
“Hmm,” Jamie hums. “Might have to try that out.”
Dani moves her touch again, this time stroking Jamie’s first and middle fingers slowly, running the pads of her own fingers up and down them. It’s funny, but, as slight as the gesture is, it effectively floors her and brings her mind to a stuttering halt. The touch really could be innocent, but it feels filthy for some reason. Makes her imagine putting those fingers between Dani’s legs like she’d had them just the night before, pressed together in their bed—the way Dani’s hips rose and fell beneath her with each and every thrust of Jamie’s hand.
“Careful,” she warns, chest dotting rouge from the blush, spreading up her neck to the backs of her ears.
Dani gives her an innocent look, but Jamie knows her too well to do anything but look right through it. “Sorry?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
A smirk. She strokes Jamie’s fingers a little more possessively. “What am I doing?”
There’s a quality to Dani’s voice that makes Jamie’s throat feel parched, her lips feel dry, and her fingers twitch on the table, longing to reach out and pull her in . She doesn’t. Instead, she lifts her wine with her free hand and polishes it off quickly, fixing her girlfriend with a hard look as she swallows and sets the glass back down.
“And sex on the first date,” she says, dropping the volume of her voice so that only Dani can hear her. “How do you feel about that?”
She’s so distracted by the feeling of Dani touching her and the thrum of blood in her veins that she almost misses the blazing look in Dani’s eyes.
“Normally,” Dani begins, “I’d say never.” Jamie blinks at the husk in the other woman’s voice. Resists the urge to shiver. Dani leans forward, leaning on her elbows and coming so close that the white fairy lights are visible in the shine of her eyes. “But this isn’t a normal first date, is it?”
The check can’t come quick enough.
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They don’t even make it home first. Dani refuses to let go of Jamie’s hand all the way out to the parking lot and they’re barely to the truck before she’s kissing Jamie eagerly, tugging her in by the waist. Jamie kisses her back without hesitation, desire igniting beneath her skin and pushing her into action. She walks Dani backwards the rest of the way without pulling back from the kiss, pushing her against the cool metal of the truck once they reach it.
Dani gasps, surprised, as her back collides with the vehicle, nipping at Jamie’s lip and making Jamie groan into her mouth. The parking lot, though it is filled with cars, is empty from what Jamie saw before Dani pounced and she’s grateful for it because that means she doesn’t have to hurry to find her keys—doesn’t have to tug away as Dani’s mouth drifts down jaw and neck.
And she’s so grateful for it because Dani is gorgeous and preposterously sexy, panting against Jamie’s skin and making Jamie feel sort of like she’s dying.
“Hang on,” she whispers, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of teeth grazing against her jugular. “ Fuck .”
Dani giggles against her neck. “That’s the idea,” she mumbles and Jamie nods, hands shaking as she tries to slot the car key into the lock.
“I know, I know. I just—Let me get the door, okay?”
Dani nods, but doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t even try, really, to be helpful, just continues to be a delicious distraction as Jamie does her level best to think clearly. Eventually, she manages to get the door and then pushes Dani towards it until Dani gets the idea and pulls away, stepping up and then sitting down on the bench, scooting until there’s enough room for Jamie to join her.
As soon as Jamie gets the door shut behind them, Dani kisses her again. The keys drop to the floor as Jamie lifts her hands to thread her fingers through Dani’s hair and tug her further into the kiss. There’s a hand on her knee, fingers brushing back and forth, the heat of the touch radiating through the fabric.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” she gasps, but makes no move to stop. Instead, she just dots kisses over to Dani’s ear and draws her lobe between her lips, nibbling a little and making Dani squirm into her.
“Right,” Dani gasps. “Right, let’s just—”
She’s cut off when Jamie leans forward and presses her into lying down awkwardly on the bench seat. It takes some careful maneuvering and there isn’t enough room or space—not even close—but eventually Dani is mostly lying down, Jamie as “on top of her” as she can be given the circumstances.
“I can’t wait,” Jamie confesses into the next kiss. “I can’t—”
Dani nods fervently, forehead bumping against Jamie’s as she does. “I can’t either.” Her fists clench in the fabric of Jamie’s overshirt, pulling her into another bruising kiss. “I need you inside of me,” she whispers, voice almost a growl. “ Now .”
This is one of the things that Jamie loves most about Dani: the easy and uncomplicated way they desire one another. It’s never been so simple with anyone else and there’s something in Dani’s next kiss that promises this will never change.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jamie says against Dani’s lips, nodding with her eyes closed. “Yeah. Want that, too.”
She slips her hand beneath Dani’s skirt and brushes her palm up her warm thighs, fingers reaching up and hooking on the double-layer of Dani’s tights and panties. Dani bucks her hips up into the touch, urging her to continue and they’ve done this in a few places—back at Bly in Dani’s bed, in her shower the next morning, Jamie’s flat when they left and a few hotels, their flat—but never in a car. So the space is off and it’s cramped and tight, windows fogging up, but Jamie doesn’t care. Can’t care about anything other than the way Dani’s hot breath feels against the slick skin of her own neck as she tugs the fabric between them down and slips her fingers between Dani’s legs.
The first swipe of her fingers has Dani’s head falling back against the leather of the seat, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Jamie’s abdominal muscles ache from the strain of holding herself up, but it’s so worth it to see her girlfriend’s brow furrow as she moans, bucking her hips up again. Jamie presses a kiss to her chin and dips her forefinger lower, keeping the pad of her middle finger pressed to Dani’s clit as she does it.
“Oh, my god,” Dani gasps, back arching a little as Jamie slips the tip of her forefinger inside of her. Jamie pushes in further, moving her other finger down now, too, and Dani groans out the word, “ Fuck .”
No matter how many times they do this, Jamie doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to the way it feels to be inside Dani like this—the tight pressure and flutter of her walls as she gives a soft first pump in, and then again as she slides back out a little. Another pump, scissoring her fingers a little with it, and Dani lets out a long whimper in the shape of another curse and Jamie’s name. One of her arms comes up to wrap around Jamie’s shoulders, pulling her nearer, and her other hand lifts to wrap around the edge of the steering wheel, knuckles white from the force of her grip.
Some combination of the motion and the sounds Dani is making, how tight and hot she feels, and Jamie feels the last of her self-control slip away. Not a moment later, she’s moving even more quickly, fucking Dani into the seat with an ardor she hadn’t known herself to possess.
Beneath them, the car rocks a little, and it’s probably noticeable to anyone who might pass by it—Dani’s moans and whimpers can probably be heard from outside the truck—but Jamie doesn’t care. Dani’s fingernails bite into the meat of Jamie’s shoulders and one of her legs lifts to wrap around Jamie’s, encouraging her to press in impossibly closer.
“ Jamie — Shit, holy shit , Jay, you feel so good, you’re so good, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—”
The way her voice cracks and breaks around the words floods over Jamie in a wave too strong to deny. She allows some of her weight to fall into Dani a bit more so she can free up her other hand. One of her knees drops down to the floor of the truck to help her balance as she slips her hand down her own body, unbuttoning her trousers as she goes. A moment later, her fingers are pressed between her legs, thrusting into herself at a pace to match the one she’s fucking Dani to.
She kisses Dani, sloppy and open-mouthed, Dani’s teeth bumping against her own and then Dani blinks her eyes open. It isn’t as if Jamie is being subtle, but when she realizes what it is that caught Dani’s attention, she can’t help but feel nerves biting at the low of her stomach, vague embarrassment flushing up her neck and cheeks.
“Are you—” Dani starts, then cuts herself off with a high-pitched moan as Jamie presses the heel of her hand into her clit, slipping a third finger into her as she goes. “ Fuck , Jay, are you...t-touching yourself?”
Jamie nods loosely, head feeling like it’s beginning to slip away into her own dizzying amazement. “Y-yeah,” she chokes out, sucking in a harsh breath as she presses her hand against her own clit, speeding up her movements in both herself and Dani. “Do you want me to—?”
Stop .
She doesn’t say that. Waits for a response.
It comes in the form Dani shaking her head, whining and lifting her head up into another wet, open-mouthed kiss. “Don’t,” she says. “It’s so hot, Jay, I— Harder, please. Please .”
And it shouldn’t really be physically possible given the angle and the way they’re pressed together, but Jamie manages it anyway. She can feel the way the truck is swaying now, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Nothing except Dani and the way she feels, the way she’s breathing, saying:
“Yes, Jay, yes. You’re gonna make me— yes —”
And then the sound she makes as she finally, blessedly comes around Jamie’s fingers—the way her hold tightens and how the salt of her sweat tastes as Jamie follows after her, lips pressed to Dani’s neck as she grinds into her own fingers and gasps for air. Her eyes burn with the urge to cry at the sensations, at the smell of Dani’s perfume and shampoo, and her body heat, the way her chest rises and falls with each stuttered breath.
It’s quiet after, save for the ringing in Jamie’s ears and the way each of them is panting into the now-humid air of the cab. Fingers card through the sweaty strands of Jamie’s hair falling over her shoulders as she slips her hand out from her trousers, swiping her fingers at the fabric as she goes. She removes her other hand from between Dani’s legs, but slower. Carefully.
Dani sighs as she goes. Then says, “Holy crap.”
Softly, Jamie giggles against her neck and then pushes herself upright, looking down at the flushed, gorgeous woman below her. A hand drifts up her face to push some of her hair out of her eyes and Dani smiles, blinding and heavenly.
“Hear, hear,” Jamie agrees and Dani kisses her chin, then her lips.
“That was...really something, huh?”
Jamie nods and then pulls away a little more so they can readjust their clothes and get seated properly. Her muscles are sore throughout her entire body and she knows that she might regret parts of this tomorrow, but she doesn’t yet. Couldn’t.
“It might sound cheesy,” Dani says once they’re sitting up properly, still leaned against one another, not ready to separate quite yet, “but I had a great time tonight.”
“Me, too,” Jamie says with a smile. “We should do it again sometime.”
“Which part?”
Something mischievous flashes in Dani’s eyes and, it must be magic, the way she can make all of Jamie’s common sense disappear with only that.
“All of it,” Jamie tells her, lifting one of Dani’s hands to press a kiss to her knuckles. “But I was especially fond of that last bit.”
Dani presses her lips together, a smile threatening to break free. She says, “That we should definitely do again sometime.”
“Count me in.”
Jamie kisses her, soft and slow this time, but there’s still a lingering note of hunger in the way their lips move against one another’s. When she pulls away, Dani is looking at her in that way that never fails to make her feel incredibly lost and miraculously found at the same time.
“What is it?” she asks, needing to know the answer.
Dani tilts her head, smiling. “Lot of firsts tonight, huh?” she asks and Jamie can’t help but laugh as she falls forward, nodding against Dani’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” she says. “I’ll say.”
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