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All right, everybody, let's get started! This 'thon is all about saying, "I love you." Or not being able to say it. Or showing it in a myriad of ways. It's about perfect pictures and lovely vids, quotes from fic (link us, please!) and brand new fic (we hope!)

Post in comments here, or post elsewhere and give us all a link.

Everyone is welcome to the party, so feel free to invite all your Jack/Daniel-loving friends!

The 'thon runs through the end of Monday, assuming

jdjunkie and I don't collapse earlier from the sheer weight of all the squee. :-)/:-)

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From:

karmageddon

I propped myself up on a couple pillows, gracelessly, the way I did everything these days. She leaned over, keeping her weight off me, and let me lick my way across her clavicle and down her breast, enjoying the press of its weight against my face, the smell of her soft skin, and then the way her nipple rose to meet my attention. She sighed as I ran my tongue across it and took it in my mouth, sucking, then closing my teeth over it.

She kept her arms on either side of me for balance, but her hips jogged forward appreciatively, pressing her cock against my clit. I cupped her other breast, squeezing the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I could do this forever, I thought.

Jac bent to kiss me and I took hold of her hips, daring her push her dick into me. “Is it okay?” she asked, pulling her mouth away momentarily. “Penetration, I mean.”

“Hell yes, you’re just going to have to be gentle, at least at the beginning.”

Sex with Jac had rarely been gentle. I was naturally submissive and it brought out Jac’s aggressive side. I used to kneel in front of her with my legs spread while she fucked my mouth mercilessly, or let her bend me over the kitchen table and tease me till I cried. Anything like that was currently insurmountable, but I knew there was at least one thing I couldn’t live without.

“Let me suck you first. So we’re both good and wet.”

Jac grinned at me, both of us knowing there was hardly any need. She moved up, straddling my shoulders. I was at a comfortable angle propped up on the pillows, but having her above me, cock dangling in my face, was still enough to give me a submissive thrill.

It was one I recognized: an old standby, about eight inches long, thick enough that my fingers just barely fit around it (I loved how small they looked wrapped gripping it), with large, flared head. I loved that it was realistic in shape but not in color—it was a nice translucent blue that didn’t give the impression of being a ‘fake’ anything. And the way the black leather harness highlighted Jac’s slim hips and muscular thighs always made me squirm.

I watched her stroke it a couple times before I reached for it, bringing it to my mouth. I licked a long stroke from base to tip. There was enough light from the window that I thought she could probably get a good visual. I lapped at the head with my tongue before taking the tip in my mouth. I loved the feel, the weight of it. I started to suck, hollowing my cheeks.

“God, Danny, you look gorgeous this.”

Jac pushed forward, forcing more of it into my mouth. She jogged her hips so it slid in and out. I knew she loved the way my lips looked when they were wet and swelled from use. Gratified that she was excited, I reached between her thighs to stroke her labia.

The gap in the harness gave me enough room to rub her wet, neatly trimmed pubic hair and then press a couple fingers into her. She gasped in response, pushing her cock back into my mouth roughly. I tipped my head so I could deep throat her, letting her have free reign of my mouth while I added a third finger and fucked her earnestly.

“Jesus, Danny.” She pulled away reluctantly, letting me slide my fingers out of her. She kissed my spit-wet mouth. “I want you so bad. I’m sorry for being a fuck up and for leaving like a did—”

“I know, I—” I did not want to have this conversation. I wanted to feel her inside me. The way I felt at that very moment, the only way for her to make it up to me was with her dick. “I just want you, okay? Later, we can . . .”

Luckily, she had mercy on me and took the hint. She settled herself between my legs and I let my knees fall open for her. She positioned herself and started to tease me, rubbing my clit. Even the tip as it slid inside me made me gasp. It had been so long, and there had never been anyone in my life like Jac. “More, Jac—“

She took her time, letting my body get accustomed to her size. The stretch felt perfect. I sighed when she was fully seated inside me, enjoying the full feeling, the intimacy of being this close. She fucked me slowly at first, making sure I was comfortable before speeding up, before giving herself over to her own pleasure. I loved making her feel this good. When she reached down to stroke my clit with her thumb, I cried out, bucking my hips up into her hand.

She found my perfect rhythm easily, expertly—maybe it was muscle memory for her too—and I know I yelled her name when I climaxed, and the waves of pleasure were still coursing through me when she found her own orgasm, swearing, gripping my hips and fucking me for all she was worth.

I was in a daze as she kissed me, pulling out of me gently. Suddenly everything ached again and I turned over on my side, searching for a pillow to put under my knee and a more comfortable position. The mattress rose as Jac got up to put things away. I heard the water running in the bathroom and then rustling in her bag before she crawled back into bed with me.

She slipped a arm under my neck, and another around my waist. The way she tentatively looked around for a place to set her hand, before letting it rest on top of the bump, was very sweet.

“I’m going to fall asleep,” I said. Really, I was already half there.

“Is it okay if I’m here when you wake up?” She kissed my shoulder.

I heard the second question beneath her words.

“You better be,” I said, smiling. I pushed myself backwards, nestling further into her arms.

From:

paian

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And a bunch of :-) :-) :-).

From:

sid

Ooh, I think I remember this one! Jac is hotter than a very hot thing. And like you noted, the inevitability factor is skyhigh here. After everything, they're right back where they belong.

I loved the lines about the linoleum getting loud! I may try to remember and steal that idea some time. :-)

Thanks for playing!