Of Love and Anagrams

By: Amy Jonas

Category: Jimmy/Yves romance/smut

Rating: FRAO

Disclaimers: If they were mine they would get lots more of this and other fluff.

Summary: You want a summary? Ok…love, smut and more smut.

A/N: perhaps this is what they did to keep warm after Bad to the Bone. Giggle

“Wow!” Jimmy gasped, flopping onto the bed.

Yves crawled catlike over him until she was looking down at him. Casually, she flipped her hair until it cascaded down one side like an obsidian waterfall. “I thought you would like that,” she purred; a knowing smile graced her face.

“Yeah.” Jimmy ran his hands lightly over smooth arms to her shoulders then lightly down her spine. He loved the feel of her skin. “It was….wow!”

“You keep saying that,” Yves teased. She nibbled his neck, whispering in a throaty voice. “There’s a few other things I know you will like as well.” She moved down his broad, tanned chest kissing and nibbling. When she reached his navel, she sucked and licked it until he was moaning aloud.

“Yves! Wait!”

She looked up from her ministrations. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he gasped. “I mean…it’s your turn.”

“I can wait.” Yves smiled warmly. Most men didn’t concern themselves with making sure a woman received pleasure. For many men, it was how fast they could score. Jimmy was different, though; he was a very attentive and caring lover. To reassure him, she stroked the inside of his thigh, precariously close to his ultra sensitive member.

Jimmy groaned low in his throat and hurriedly grabbed her hands before she could further entice him. He drew her toward him. Yves straddled him, positioning her backside where it would rub against him. Unfortunately, she realized belatedly as heat flushed through her body, it worked both ways.

Jimmy gulped as Yves wiggled on him. Oh God he wanted her so bad but he wanted her to feel as good as she made him feel; if not better. And there was that thing he knew she would like.

She arched one perfect eyebrow in challenge. “So what are you going to do?”

“This.”

He flipped her onto her back, easing his weight on her so they were skin against skin. He kissed her, long and deep and exploring. She moaned, meeting his kisses with her own fervor. He tasted of hot male and honesty. Her hands moved over his broad back, fingers digging into his skin. She could feel him against her hip, hard and throbbing with need.

He ended the kiss, burying his face in her neck, his breathing strangled as he tried to control himself. She kissed him lightly, opening her legs to accept him. “It’s ok, Jimmy” she said softly.

“No,” he whispered, pushing himself off her. “Now is for you.” He stroked her cheek, his eyes bright with love and desire. “It’s all about you, Yves.”

He slid his hands along her arms until their hands clasped, fingers entwined. Their lips touched in a slow, lingering kiss. It felt wonderful, like a gentle seduction. When they stopped for breath, she discovered she was breathing deeply. He gazed down at her. “You are so beautiful. I love you, Yves.”

She stroked his baby soft hair, feeling a rush of love for him. He was the dearest, sweetest man. When he began lightly massaging her shoulders, she sighed contentedly, closing hr eyes. She felt him move slowly down to the swell of her breasts then back up. Each time his hands went a little lower until they were just grazing her nipples.

Yves’ breathing deepened. Her nipples hardened in anticipation. When his hands once again brushed her nipples sending delicious pleasure through her, she gasped. “Jimmy, touch them please.”

He stopped. Then her right nipple was enclosed in moist warmth; she felt Jimmy’s tongue glide over her tip. A shuddering breath escaped her as waves of pleasure course through her. He took her other breast in his hand, teasing and stroking.

She writhed under his ministrations as delicious heat pooled in her belly. She throbbed with an aching need. Jimmy sensed what she wanted and he left her tender breasts, trailing heated kisses down to her stomach. Oh Yes! Jimmy! Did she say that aloud? She didn’t know. She only knew he was getting closer to where she wanted him.

He kissed her just above where the throbbing need called for him. She reached for him, pushing him down to give her sweet relief.

“Not yet,” he said. His own voice sounded ragged as if he wanted it as much as she did. He gently lifted her hips, placing a thick, soft pillow under her then continued to stroke and kiss, traveling down to nibble and lick and kiss her outer thigh, down her leg, the sensitive skin behind her knee then down until he kissed each toe. Then he moved up her leg, performing the same ministrations until he reached her inner thigh. He moved closer to her core placing a soft butterfly kiss on the delicate folds. She cried out, her hips jerking to meet him.

“Yes, that Jimmy.” But when he moved to her other leg, she growled in desperate frustration, “Just wait until it’s your turn.” She considered the ways she would torture him but her thoughts and his ministrations served only to make her hotter, her need greater. Then he was back at her center she nearly cried in relief until he planted the same butterfly kiss. She moaned, writhing, trying to find some position that would give her some relief to the exquisite pressure that was building within her.

Then he moved up her body, worshipping every inch, making sure every part of her was attended to. Her sounds alternated depending on what part of her body he lavished attention on. She cried out, when sucked and nibbled her breasts, sighed when he nuzzled behind her ears, giggled when he lightly stroked her sensitive sides and cried out when he pressed several fingers against her core.

When his mouth covered hers, she kissed him hungrily, her tongue questing and stroking his. She moaned deeply, pleading. Her need was so great she could barely stand it. She needed relief from the desperate throbbing between her legs. She needed him to quench the fire. She needed him.

He slipped from her embrace. She felt him part her legs and then….

“Oh Yes! There!” She nearly cried out when his lips covered her core. His mouth. His tongue. It was amazing. Her hips arched up, meeting him, pressing against him. Yves threw her head back, fingers scrabbling the sheets for purchase.

Waves of pleasure rolled though her body, rising and cresting over and over again. She sobbed, cried out and then her world exploded in a myriad of colors.

It was a few minutes before some semblance of rational thought returned to Yves. She lay there unable to move, her body feeling as if it had liquefied. Her breath still came out in ragged gasps. She turned to see Jimmy next to her, gently stroking her damp hair, smiling.

She mimicked his earlier words. “That was…wow!”

“I thought you would like that. His smile was filled with pride and happiness. He leaned down and kissed her gently.

“What?” She asked noting his puzzled look.

“I think I did that wrong.”

“Jimmy, believe me. There was *nothing* wrong with that.”

His bright blue eyes twinkled merrily. “I misspelled Harlow. I should do it until I get it right.”

She smiled. “If you insist.”

He winked, left her side and soon his dark blond hair was between her legs. When the pleasure started again, Yves thanked whatever deity that made her choose a name that contained 15 letters.