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#1: After the Show Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans

Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 6:20 pm
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I posted this over on LiveJournal but I thought I'd share it here too. It's Jack Lambert/Jane Carew as an established couple and it's quite explicit so if that's going to worry you you're probably best going elsewhere Very Happy

Dedicated to Nicola and with thanks to Kat for the beta.

"Tell Mr Sampson that if his 'hands slip' one more time as they're carrying Susette's body offstage I will personally make sure that he never works in theatre again."

Jack bit her lip to stop the giggles that were threatening to overtake her. She was fairly sure that it would only make Jane madder if she realised how funny Jack found her rage.

As she deftly cleared her face of the thick stage make-up and slipped from Susette's restrictive costume into a slip and a flowing dressing gown, Jane kept up a never ending stream of complaints and comments on the night's performance. Jack knew better than to interrupt, or even to try and answer the questions Jane peppered her speech with. It might look as though Jane was addressing her but in reality she was addressing her own reflection as she worked through her performance in order that tomorrow's might be better.

Jack lay back on the chaise longue in the corner of the room and watched. It never ceased to amaze her how Jane could switch from her usual softness and flowery speech to this business-like self. She'd known, ever since those long ago days when Jane's mother had been dangerously ill, that there was a strength behind Jane's seeming weakness but it hadn't been until she saw Jane on opening night at her first real theatre engagement that she realised how determined she was.

"You haven't been listening to a word I've said have you?"

Jane banged her hairbrush down on the dressing table in front of her and regarded Jack's reflection in the large, well lit mirror in front of her.

"Not a word," Jack smiled and patted the seat next to her. "Now come here and let me brush your tangles out. You'll never get it done in such a rage."

Jane grimaced at her for a moment but then moved, gracefully as always, to sit in front of Jack.

"I was trying to remember if I'd locked the tool kit away before I left this evening." Jack took the hairbrush from Jane's hand and started to slowly tease the knots from jane's long hair. "I was in such a hurry to get away I'm not sure I did."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Jack could hear the reluctant smile in Jane's voice. "You know as well as I do that you couldn't possibly bring yourself to leave your precious tools out where anyone could get at them. And don't try to flatter me either, I know you too well dear one."

Jack laughed at that. She and Jane might be as close as two women could be but they both knew that Jane was the one who used endearments enough for the both of them.

"There was a letter from Jose this morning, the post must have come after we'd both left." Jack continued with her slow methodical brushing. "I didn't read it properly, just enough to make sure that she's alright. I thought you'd like to see it first."

"Thank you darling." The tension of the evening was draining from Jane's body under Jack's ministrations. "We really should invite her to visit soon."

Jane winced as Jack pulled an unusually tangled strand of hair and Jack paused for a moment, her hand on Jane's arm in a silent apology. The room was silent, except for the sound of the slow brushstrokes, and Jack reveled in the peace of the moment. As a child she would have rebelled against anything so still as being dull but she had learned the value of peace and quiet during her long hours at work.

The thought of her schoolgirl self's reaction to such a scene made Jack laugh quietly to herself. If the peace hadn't bored her the smell of Jane's perfume and makeup would probably have made her pretend to gag, to say nothing of the idea of softly brushing Jane's hair. Anything soft had been scorned by schoolgirl Jack, another lesson her adult self had corrected.

"What are you laughing at?" Jane's voice sounded low and languorous.

"I was just remembering school."

"What an odd child you are sweetheart," Jane smiled and turned her head so she could see Jack. "I suppose we did used to brush each other's hair back then too."

"Oh I never did," Jack grinned. "Unless of course the rest of the dorm could be convinced to try brushing in a circle!"

Jane shuddered. "I'd fogotten that you wretch, I always ended up with some awful clumsy oaf behind me who'd pull my hair," she grinned too. "In fact, I'm fairly sure that was you."

Jack stuck her tongue out, making Jane laugh, before returning to her brushing. The tangles were almost all gone now and the last finishing strokes were as much for the pleasure of touching Jane's silky hair as they were for any practical purpose.

"You were never quite so gentle back then." Jane's words were so soft Jack almost missed them.

"No," Jack put down the brush and ran her fingers through Jane's hair, pausing to brush the back of her neck with her thumb. "I didn't really understand the point of gentleness for the longest time."

The feel of Jack's fingers on her neck made Jane shiver, a reaction that pleased Jack. Leaning forwards she pressed her nose into the Jane's sweet smelling hair and nudged against Jane's neck again. As she was rewarded with another shiver Jack pressed a slow kiss to the gentle sweep of Jane's neck and shoulder.

"Darling," Jane sounded almost intoxicated now but she managed to control her voice, just. "If you keep doing that we'll be late for dinner and you know what Matey would say to that!"

Jane's words were clear but, as Jack continued her kisses along Jane's collarbone, they ended in a moan. As Jane didn't move Jack let her hands wander down Jane's sides and then slowly across her belly till she was holding her in a close embrace.

"I think," Jack whispered into Jane's ear, interspersing her words with gentle kisses, "we can be late just this once."

Jane laughed and in doing so, she tipped back her head allowing Jack better access to the pale skin at her throat. Placing kisses all along her jawbone and then down her neck Jack's mouth moved slowly drawing little whimpers from Jane.

One hand was tangled in Jane's, their fingers intertwined and grasping rhythmically at each other. Jack's other hand made slow circles through the silk of Jane's slip. The softness of the silk, and the sounds coming from Jane, encouraged Jack and she moved to cup Jane's left breast, squeezing it slightly and rubbing against her nipple through the thin material.

"Jack," Jane gasped, "you have to stop. What if someone came in?"

Jack smiled, squeezed Jane's hand and continued caressing her breasts teasingly.

"They won't," Jack paused as Jane tried to turn and protest. "I promise, I locked the door as we came in and they wouldn't enter the star's dressing room anyway." She let go of Jane's hand and gently placed her finger tips on the soft skin of Jane's thigh just below the hem of her slip. "I'm sure we'll be left in peace for as long as we need."

Jane laughed, relaxed and low, and gripped the side of the seat as Jack's fingers started questing underneath her skirt. "How clever of you darling," her voice tinged with passion, "I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

Her sentence ended in a squeal as Jack pinched her nipple in retribution but, before Jane could complain, she captured her mouth in as passionate a kiss as is possible from such an angle.

Jane tipped her head back again, trying to deepen the kiss, but Jack was now more concentrated on slowly raising them hem of Jane's slip. As more of Jane's pale skin was revealed Jack adjusted the way they were sitting so that she could easily grasp Jane's hip, now bare, with one hand leaving her other free to explore the mound she had just uncovered.

As Jack trailed her finger along the crease at the top of Jane's legs she felt a shudder run through Jane's body and she pressed a kiss against the side of her neck.

"Please..." Now she was sure they wouldn't be interrupted Jane let herself go, leaning her head back against Jack's shoulder and spreading her legs to allow Jack access.

Jane's whole body seemed to tighten and arch as Jack let her fingers slip through the dusky curls and into the already wet folds of Jane's labia. She stroked and petted Jane slowly at first, reveling in the way her breathing quickened and her hips pushed up into Jack's hand of their own accord.

"Jack..."

She pressed a little harder now, allowing the slight tips of her nails to brush against Jane's clitoris provoking more shudders and a gasp that seemed to come from deep inside.

Jack felt as if she was playing Jane's body, fine tuning it as she would one of the engines at work, and she felt herself responding to the sounds Jane was making. Every touch of her fingers, even the pressure with which she was gripping Jane's hip and stroking the sensitive spot there, seemed to make Jane melt even closer into Jack's body.

As she felt the delicious shivers wracking Jane's body and heard her breathy moans, Jack looked at the sight before her. Jane was completely open, arching up into Jack's touch but at the same time pressing back into her embrace. She thought she would never get tired of the way Jane gave herself completely to Jack, trusting her in a way Jack could never believe.

As Jane's moans became louder she turned her head into Jack's neck and pressed breathless kisses there. Recognising the signs Jack reached down and pressed two fingers into Jane.

They were pressed so closely together that Jack could feel Jane bite her lip to stifle a yelp and she paused for a moment, feeling Jane's heartbeat against her breasts and allowing Jane to get used to the feeling. Jane, however, was too impatient now and she rolled her hips, feeling Jack's fingers sink deeper.

Understanding Jane's actions Jack started moving again, pressing her fingers into Jane with a rhythm that matched their heartbeats and trying to find the sweet spot inside her lover.

As Jane started to make a quiet, pleading, mewling sound Jack began to speak to her, whispering into her ear how beautiful Jane looked and how good she felt and how much Jack wanted to see her come, to see her fly apart under Jack's fingers.

Jane gripped the material of her dressing gown convulsively as she felt her orgasm building inside her. Nothing existed now except Jack; her beautiful fingers, her warm body, her seductive voice.

As wave after wave of pure pleasure swept over Jane she cried out Jack's name and arched into the air.

"Miss Carew?"

The knock at the door made Jack laugh breathlessly as Jane collapsed back against her.

"Miss Carew? Mr Sampson would like a word with you."

Jane bit her lip to hide the moan as Jack removed her fingers and helped Jane to sit up.

"Not now Alice." Years of training allowed Jane to hold her voice steady even as she turned to see Jack carefully licking her fingers. "Mr Sampson can have as many words as he wishes with me tomorrow. I'm going home."

Jack held Jane's gaze as she finished licking the wetness from her fingers, as fastidious as any cat, and then lent forwards and kissed Jane.

This kiss was gentler, sweeter, than the ones before but even so Jack could feel the way Jane shivered as she tasted herself on Jack's tongue.

"So you don't want a meeting with the ever honourable Mr Sampson, Jane?" Jack grinned wolfishly at her. "I'd be happy to wait for the end of your little assignation."

"You, my dearest heart," Jane reached out and touched Jack's cheek, "are completely wicked."

Jack's laugh seemed to agree with her and suddenly Jane wanted very much to be at home.

"I think," Jane smiled and pressed a kiss to Jack's temple. "I think that when we are home I'm going to have to teach you a few lessons in manners."

The speed with which Jack helped Jane dress and gather her belongings made Jane believe that Jack was, for once, quite willing to be instructed.

#2: Author: Mia, Location: London

Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 6:33 pm
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You know I enjoyed this, but as you posted it here I'm going to comment again! Razz

Thanks Sarah Very Happy

#3: Author: Liane, Location: Manchester

Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 8:03 am
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Thanks for that Sarah

#4: Author: Carys, Location: London

Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 3:33 pm
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Thanks for posting this here Sarah.

#5: Author: Yvette, Location: Brisbane, Australia

Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 10:13 am
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Thanks for that Sarah - I was just thinking the other day that a Jack/Jane story would be great to read, and lo and behold, one appears! Very Happy

#6: Author: clair,

Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 11:47 am
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Thanks for that Sarah, however you seem to have started at the end - do we get the whole background from CS to now filled in??

#7: Author: Kat, Location: Little Venice/Swansea

Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 2:31 pm
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Clair - Sarah is being persuaded to write a follow up scene for Jack and Jane's evening... but maybe we could persuade her that their whole story needs doing... Twisted Evil

What say you, Sarah?!

#8: Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans

Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 10:42 pm
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Thank you all!

As Kat says I'm being convinced to try and carry on with the rest of Jack and Jane's evening, and it has to be said that my bunnies are jumping about at the thoughts of how they got from school to here, but I fear I should warn people that I'm not the best at actually finishing things so no promises!

Still it is fun to write these lovely ladies!

#9: Author: clair,

Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 9:48 am
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Thanks Sarah - hope the bunnies win!

#10: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:36 pm
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Thanks Sarah! The first thing I have read on here after quite an absence!!! Laughing

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