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salmon_pinkTitle: Getting Down And Dirt-Bag
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Angie/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Words: 499
Timeline: Post-Agent Carter Season One
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fan_flashworks, prompt "teaching".
Summary: Figures that a guy like Jack never bothered to learn the fine art of a woman's pleasure. Lucky for him, Angie's a damn good teacher.
It’s kind of an accident, taking the guy to bed, because Angie knows all about Jack Thompson.
Not the stories she’s seen in the papers - war hero who stopped an attack on VE Day, who single-handedly saved the day. No, she’s heard the real stories, straight from Peggy’s lips.
Angie knows all about Jack Thompson, and what she knows is that he can be a world-class dirt-bag.
But he’s also got nice eyes, and nicer hair, and real broad shoulders, and Angie’s had just enough schnapps that she’s in the mood to make a bad decision or two.
Hey, a girl has needs.
Doesn’t mean she’s gonna make it easy for him, though.
No, he wants something from her, he’s gonna have to earn it.
He kisses sloppy but enthusiastic, and she’s not sure if that’s the beer or his personality. Either way, she enjoys it as he gets his mouth on her neck, his hands on her breasts. Wriggling out of her skirt and panties, and he’s probably trying to help but his fingers keep getting in the way.
Angie pulls him down to the mattress with her, gets her hands on the top of his head and pushes, and Jack actually blinks up at her in surprise.
She kinda wants to laugh, and isn’t it always the way, that the cute ones don’t even think to use their mouths?
“What’s the matter?” she teases, giving him another nudge, trying to urge him down. Letting her legs fall open, and his gaze goes where she wants it, right between her thighs. Even in the crappy street light coming through the window, she doesn’t miss his pupils dilating. “Thought a guy like you would know your way around a woman’s body.”
He blinks again, and she can see him bristle. Kissing her chest purposefully, her stomach, and Angie smiles to herself, leans back against his pillows and gets her fingers in his hair.
He presses his lips to her cunt, a little too hesitantly for her liking, so she wriggles, strokes a foot up his thigh. For someone else she might give an encouraging moan, but not for Jack Thompson. He’ll have to work for that.
“C’mon, darling,” she drawls, and the next press of his tongue is surer, firmer. Licking all along her folds, and she can feel him getting into it. Still a little lost on what he’s doing, though, so she slides a hand down, works her fingers against her favourite places until he gets the hint, replacing fingertips with his tongue.
At least he’s a fast learner. And he’s just as sloppy and enthusiastic in this as he was for the kissing, which is how Angie likes it. Nothing wrong with getting messy.
It’s him who moans first, and the vibration of it’s enough to get an answering groan from her lips.
So the guy’s a dirt-bag; Angie’s not gonna feel bad about that.
Because it turns out Jack Thompson’s real good with his tongue.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Angie/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Words: 499
Timeline: Post-Agent Carter Season One
Notes: For
fan_flashworks, prompt "teaching".Summary: Figures that a guy like Jack never bothered to learn the fine art of a woman's pleasure. Lucky for him, Angie's a damn good teacher.
It’s kind of an accident, taking the guy to bed, because Angie knows all about Jack Thompson.
Not the stories she’s seen in the papers - war hero who stopped an attack on VE Day, who single-handedly saved the day. No, she’s heard the real stories, straight from Peggy’s lips.
Angie knows all about Jack Thompson, and what she knows is that he can be a world-class dirt-bag.
But he’s also got nice eyes, and nicer hair, and real broad shoulders, and Angie’s had just enough schnapps that she’s in the mood to make a bad decision or two.
Hey, a girl has needs.
Doesn’t mean she’s gonna make it easy for him, though.
No, he wants something from her, he’s gonna have to earn it.
He kisses sloppy but enthusiastic, and she’s not sure if that’s the beer or his personality. Either way, she enjoys it as he gets his mouth on her neck, his hands on her breasts. Wriggling out of her skirt and panties, and he’s probably trying to help but his fingers keep getting in the way.
Angie pulls him down to the mattress with her, gets her hands on the top of his head and pushes, and Jack actually blinks up at her in surprise.
She kinda wants to laugh, and isn’t it always the way, that the cute ones don’t even think to use their mouths?
“What’s the matter?” she teases, giving him another nudge, trying to urge him down. Letting her legs fall open, and his gaze goes where she wants it, right between her thighs. Even in the crappy street light coming through the window, she doesn’t miss his pupils dilating. “Thought a guy like you would know your way around a woman’s body.”
He blinks again, and she can see him bristle. Kissing her chest purposefully, her stomach, and Angie smiles to herself, leans back against his pillows and gets her fingers in his hair.
He presses his lips to her cunt, a little too hesitantly for her liking, so she wriggles, strokes a foot up his thigh. For someone else she might give an encouraging moan, but not for Jack Thompson. He’ll have to work for that.
“C’mon, darling,” she drawls, and the next press of his tongue is surer, firmer. Licking all along her folds, and she can feel him getting into it. Still a little lost on what he’s doing, though, so she slides a hand down, works her fingers against her favourite places until he gets the hint, replacing fingertips with his tongue.
At least he’s a fast learner. And he’s just as sloppy and enthusiastic in this as he was for the kissing, which is how Angie likes it. Nothing wrong with getting messy.
It’s him who moans first, and the vibration of it’s enough to get an answering groan from her lips.
So the guy’s a dirt-bag; Angie’s not gonna feel bad about that.
Because it turns out Jack Thompson’s real good with his tongue.
