<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Squadron_Leader._Jack_Monroe.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Jack Monroe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Level 2 lounge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Abs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> What comes naturally</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>He slid the coverall off of her shoulders, letting his hands follow it down her arms and then, once her hands were trapped in the fabric, pulled them behind her back and held them with one hand while his other hand moved to her firm bustline.  He kissed her again and whispered to her, "This is our world, now, Abs.  Yours and mine.  Enjoy it."  He slid his hand under the sports bra she wore and found her hard nipple.  He was already hard, and she was making the condition worse.  Or better.  Sometimes it didn't matter.