Jax froze as Kiera sauntered in the door, hips swaying the way that the towering heels dictated they should.  As she turned and locked the door behind her, he watched the gentle bend at her hips as she locked the door from the inside, that slight gesture causing the figure-masking trenchcoat to ride up just enough in the back to see the bottom of the lace atop her stockings.  She hadn't even turned to face him and already he was too intrigued to think straight!<br/><br/>She prowled into his apartment, wearing that sultry smile she knew all too well he couldn't get enough of, a faintly predatory look in her eyes that made all of the stress of the cooking and evening rush fade away.  Her expression was only a little transparent, but Jax was consistently proud of his observation skills, and when she made no effort to hide her thoughts, he read her like an open book.  He wasn't the only person who'd made plans for the night.<br/><br/>"Hey babe," he cooed as she approached, his posture settling as he set down the utensils and slowly unrolled his sleeves.  Of course, she could read him like a book just as easily -- that dreamy stare he always had when he looked at her, with just a<i>hint</i>of confusion, as if pondering the question 'What the<i> hell </i>is this beautiful woman doing with a bum like me?'  He knew his stress had been evident, as she leaned up to him and gave him a short kiss, telling him to stop fretting over the food.  "Who,<i>me?</i>Worry?" he asked, feigning shock.  "Perish the thought."<br/><br/>He quirked an eyebrow, listening to her explanation, that she hadn't been trying hard enough in the recent weeks.  A suspicious smirk broke out, playing into her teasing game.  "Well, you could have fooled me, darlin'," he quipped.  She put a lot of herself into their relationship, even as young as it was and despite the hint of taboo they both tried not to linger on.  He would never have made such an accusation, but it was clear that guilt was not a primary driver in her actions at the moment, so he did not belabor the point.<br/><br/>As the trenchcoat slipped the floor, a small embarrassed chuckle bubbled out of him, and he averted his eyes for a brief moment.  Here he thought that<i>he</i>was the one with worthwhile plans for a romantic evening in.  They flitted back to her just as suddenly, drinking in the gorgeous woman in the enticing little outfit.  Black lace contrasted with her pale skin, creating beautiful silhouette of thread, concealing naught but only the elements she wanted him to pursue.  The tight stockings crimped around her ample thighs, leaving a small plump ring of flesh that captivated him, and the thong was barely an obstacle at all.  Her balconette bra shaped her ample cleavage tastefully, exposing as much as could be while maintaining the visage of reservation, though he knew it for the invitation it was.<br/><br/>She moved in on him like an apex predator, still a few inches shorter despite the high heels, corralling him back against the countertop where he was all too content to be trapped.  As she leaned up against him, pressing her body to his in highly satisfactory fashion, a soft sound of pleasure escaped him, a quiet moan of acknowledgement where words failed to tell her how<i>fucking hot </i>she looked.  She muttered sweet words of reward, tugging another soft chuckle out of him as her fingers traced down his shirt to his waistband.  "I wonder what that might be," he mused aloud as he raised a hand to the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in the spun golden curls and pulling her lips into his, devouring them hungrily as his chest rumbled with delight, teeth catching her lower lip for a brief moment as he teased right back.<br/><br/>"No," he whispered back as she asked if he was deserving.  "Did you<i>see</i>this fine meal?" he asked, gesturing to the shit he'd cooked.  "I think I've earned a<i>little</i>something," he replied, a slight quiver in his voice as her fingers hooked against his waistband, grazing the erect, ready shaft that lay in wait just below.  "It can wait a few.  We have a microwave, after all," he quipped, leaning in to kiss her again.