#especially how bill makes direct eye contact with all of them in the third gif

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Forget Me Not Jim Mason xReader 50 First Dates AU Pt 4

@michael-langdon-appreciation

Y/N still wasn’t a hundred percent sure it was the right thing, but damn if having Jim Mason shower attention on her wasn't a huge turn-on.

Jim carried her mom's old rocking chair from the porch into the baby's room. The worn wood under her fingers like a touchstone as she stroked it. "You can't go spending money I don't have."

"I’m not." The grin he shot her was far too cocky and adorable. "I'm spending my money that I do have, to fix up the baby's room."

"Jim..."

He rose to his feet and snuck next to her chair. Trapping her wrists under his fingers, he moved in close. "Do you have any idea how much I earned per hour up north?"

The words whispered past her ears. Nearly as intoxicating as the heat of his breath caressing her cheek as he leaned over her. Y/N met his gaze-determined not to look away. "Doesn't matter. I still don't want you spending lots of money. It makes me uncomfortable."

They hung there for a moment, nearly close enough to touch. One small rock was all it would take to have their lips meet. Y/N held herself completely immobile to avoid being the one to make the first move.

When he straightened, relief and disappointment wrestled for top billing. Jim nodded a slow dip of his head. "I can respect that, but there’s a difference between me feeling obligated to spend money I don't have, and being pleased to spend money I do. So let me know what you feel comfortable with, and I'll try not to push you too far, too fast."

"Ahh." The light went on in his eyes. Jim waggled his brows. "Only if we were teenagers. Now? We're grown-ups. I get to move a little faster."

Oh Lordy. Y/N's breathing kicked into higher gear. Jon adjusted position until he held her chin in his fingers.

"Hmmm." His thumb caressed her lower lip. "You said we haven’t even had a first kiss." She made an attempt to speak, but no sound emerged. Instead, she licked her lips and tried not to hold her breath. Passing out would be a bad idea right now because she really, really wanted to kiss him. Jim's gaze danced over her face. "I suppose this is as good a time as any ..."

Y/N couldn't agree more. She sat motionless as Jim leaned toward her, slowly bringing their lips into contact. A gentle caress of his lips over hers with increasing warmth, increasing pressure. She found her fingers threading their way through his hair, and she was no longer reclining against the back of the couch. No, she was forward on the couch, trying to get as close as possible.

The kiss continued as Jim teased his tongue along her lips, briefly dipping into her mouth before taking everything up a notch. Y/N was no longer warm, she was on fire. His lips left her mouth to dust a series of kisses along her jaw. Teeth nibbled at her earlobe, his tongue delicately tracing the curves of her ear. A shiver shook her from top to bottom as she luxuriated in his careful attention.

Slowly she became aware how tight a clutch she had on his shoulders, desperately tugging him back in an attempt to reconnect their lips. She found herself being lifted then lowered into his lap, their torsos touching while pleasure wrapped around them like a cozy blanket. She was enjoying herself far too much to protest. Especially when she slid her hands up his chest, palms directly over his rapidly beating heart.

She wanted more. Wanted to straddle him and be able to feel the hardness now nestled against her butt cheek. She wished that solid bit would make contact with other parts of her anatomy. Parts that would very much appreciate more pressure. With one hand he still controlled her head, lining them up so their lips could mesh perfectly.

“Y/N,” he breathed past her cheek as they separated barely an inch. "Mmm. You taste as good as I remember."

She worked to settle her breathing. "I kind of liked it myself."

Then she laughed as Jim pulled his phone from his pocket and clicked on his camera. He grinned at her briefly.

"Jim Mason, what’re you doing?"

"I'm making memories," he said. "And I want proof." He lifted his hand in the air and twisted the camera toward them. A click sounded, and her amusement grew. Selfies. Too funny.

He pulled the phone close and showed her the picture. Her cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glowed with heat. They looked as if they’d been interrupted in the middle of a heavy make-out session, which ...hello.

Y/N was still sitting in his lap. "I can have my second kiss now?"

He tucked away his phone then rested his hand carefully on her thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. "I might even be able to work on the third and fourth."

Jim FOUGHT FOR CONTROL. The urge to sweep Y/N up and carry her to the bedroom was strong. They had done that the last time with rather spectacular results, but also incredible consequences. This was not the time for a reenactment of that evening, no matter how much his body wished for one.

Instead, he took it slowly. Appreciated the opportunity to reconnect with Y/N and hopefully in the process produce some memories. If not of what they had done before, memories for the future.

5 years ago P.V High….

Jim was sitting outside at the picnic tables during lunch with Chad and Alex, Y/N had just moved to Palos Verdes with her family her father's job had transferred him.

//l think she's is from Wisconsin, l wanted to go up to her...

...but l was kind of off my game. But, man, was she cute, though.

l like your laugh. But more so I liked you making me laugh.//

But now here we are and since Y/N has had an accident she has no memory of life before, of us ever meeting.

But right now his thoughts were far more on Y/N the lover, than Y/N the mother-to-be. How far was too far?

His body screamed for him to let a lot more happen. To explore the soft curves under his hands. To use his tongue and lips to see if his memories matched up with the reality he now held. His mind told him to take it slower.

The sounds she made were not helping. Little gasps of pleasure. Long, low moans that traveled down his spine and reverberated in his balls.

Y/N  lifted herself, swinging her leg across him to resettle in his lap. She was basically straddling him, and his imagination went wild on all the things the position would allow them to do.

Bright eyes gazed into his as she rested her forearms on his shoulders. She smiled, a dimple appearing in one cheek.

"I’m trying really hard not to get carried away," Jim admitted.

"I know." Y/N leaned in and grabbed on tight, giving him a huge bear hug. "And I really appreciate it."

They sat like that for a moment, Jim drawing his fingers over her back as he planned the next best move.

Oh, Lordy, the images that flooded her brain were far too triple X. Naked Jim. All the long, hard muscles she was currently leaning against glistening with water fresh out of a shower. Or better yet, slick from a hard workout, muscles pumped up and heated.

In spite of Y/N's frustrations, there were a few silver linings beginning to appear. "Hey, Jim. Did you know I could draw?"

"Hmm, you going to draw me sometime?" At that she couldn't help but smile.

"You look as if you like that idea." Jim leaned closer and whispered by her ear, "You want it, you got it.  Need to explore this new talent of yours, and I'm game to be of service any way I can."

Not only did it appear she had miraculously learned how to draw overnight, but his words threw her into a sexual heat wave-the images far too vivid.

Y/N grew motionless, just staring. "You okay?" Jim cradled her close, caught up in her reaction.

She scooted closer to him and cuddled up, something inside dared to come alive.

Jim worked to keep his breathing even, relishing the contact between them.

He couldn’t stop himself. His hand joined hers, linking their fingers and putting the warmth of her belly against his knuckles

She squeezed his fingers, but didn't say anything. She curled her fingers around his back as she leaned in and hugged him.

She leaned in slowly to kiss him,highlighting the growing connection between them. Giving a touch of herself in offering, expecting something from him in return.

What he gave her was control. Instead of turning the softness into a ravishing, he kept his hands from roaming and concentrated on kissing her. At least he did until she caught his fingers and tugged. Pressed his palm against her breast and held it there.

She had nothing on under the T-shirt, and her nipple tightened, poking his palm as their lips continued to meet. He went with it, stroking gently, cupping the full round and teasing her nipple with his thumb until she arched toward him.

God, the noises she made as he kissed his way down her neck. He twisted her against the couch and jerked up her shirt, exposing her breasts.

Exploring all her soft skin was not a hardship. The only thing hard was his cock, imprisoned behind his jeans where he fully intended on keeping it for another night.

This was about touching Y/N. Seeing the changes in her body since the last time they’d been together. Delighting in the opportunity to be with her physically.

Making memories.

He kissed the top of her soft curves held in his hand, pausing to glance into her eyes. Y/N's mouth hung slightly open as her breathing quickened.

"You're so beautiful."

She smiled, and he dipped his head to kiss her lips quickly before returning to torment her nipple. A lick around the tip, a gentle blow of air until it tightened. Pregnancy gave her skin a flush and increased the size of her breasts.

"Oh. Oh, careful."

He gently rolled the tip with his tongue. "More sensitive."

"You're making me wet without even touching my pussy," Y/N confessed.

"I'll pet your pussy later." As long as she was squirming with pleasure he was doing something right.

Unexpectedly, Y/N took control. She wiggled out of her sweatpants and lay back on the couch, pulling him over her. Only this time she directed his hand over her belly and between her legs. Jim smiled against her lips as he stroked the narrow line of elastic. "You're a lot bolder these days. I like it."

"Shut up and kiss me,” Y/N demanded, but she was smiling as well.

The kissing was easy. Nothing soft anymore, he consumed her hungrily. Stroked and tasted and took in every one of her gasps and moans like a symphony of lust.

At the same time he slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties, forcing the fabric to one side so he could ease between her folds into slick wetness.

"Oh, yes." She pressed up into his hand.

"Eager." He wasn’t going to wait. But slow was good for another reason-this time to bring her to the point of maximum pleasure. One finger parted her carefully, easing inside her tight passage. His thumb centered over her clit with gentle pressure as she clutched his head and pulled him back far enough she could stare into his eyes.

A second finger joined the first. Her face registered the additional pressure, and she widened her legs. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and her breathing sped up as he moved a little quicker, fingertips curled slightly to find the spot he wanted. Again and again he thrust into her, checking her response, loving how she accepted the pleasure and soaked it in. Embraced it, and with one swoop, exploded in climax, her body squeezing his fingers tightly as her eyes closed.

"Jim."

"Hmm, nice." He slowed his touch. Took her down easily as her body continued to shake from her orgasm. "God, you're beautiful when you come."

She melted onto the couch, boneless relaxation overtaking her. "What now?" Y/N asked, all flushed and warm.

"Now you get dressed, and I'll tuck you into bed."

It obviously wasn’t what she expected to hear. Y/N damn near pouted. "Alone?"

He nodded. "This time."

"When is next time? Soon?"

His body ached. "Very soon, but this is about more than sex, Y/N. We're memory making. Finding out more about each other. Let's not rush too fast."

"Uh-uh. You said soon. So, while yes to those other things, I think soon should mean soon. Promise?" Y/N pulled her clothing back into line as ordered, but she still looked wonderfully near ravished as she stumbled to her feet.

He shot upward to steady her. Anticipation of growing closer in so many ways thrilled him more than he could say.

"I promise." When she was ready, he would be as well. Oh, hell yeah.

Credit to @carolthors