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chapter twenty three

**SMUT

Later that night, once their friends had left after a few drinks, Laecie lay next to James, tangled in the bedsheets, her legs peeking out over the duvet to cool her down in the humid room. James was quiet and still, looking around her room contently. Laecie turned on her side, looking at his weary, stubbly face and cupping his cheek ever so gently with the palm of her hand. He smiled slightly, turning his gaze to her.

"Do you think we did the right thing?"
She asked as their eyes met. His brow furrowed momentarily.
"Yeah, I do. It was going to happen between Steve and me sooner or later."
He said back, his voice just above a whisper.
"It's not your fault Lace. Maybe you were a catalyst,"
He smirked at her as he watched her face become worried.
"but it was going to happen at some point. He just doesn't understand that he can't have everything I have."
He said. Laecie smiled now, the worry not completely leaving her face.

"I just feel awful that I was part of you guys kinda breaking up."
She said, averting her eyes and staring now up to the ceiling. James sighed.

"I don't think we've broken up, I just think he needs to learn something. We always come back together, he just needs to actually apologise, and not do it again, for real this time."
James sort of chuckled at this, finding humour in the situation.
"We've been friends for so long, and no offence, but I wouldn't let a girl get in the way of us being best buddies."

Laecie sighed, a bit more content with the situation now as some guilt left her. She nodded.

"None taken. I wouldn't like that to happen anyways. He's my friend too, I wouldn't want to lose him. Though, it will undoubtedly be very different now, I still love him."
She said, reaching out to grab James' hand in her own and turning on her side to face him again.  He laughed quietly, finding humour in her acknowledgment of the situation. She laughed too, glad that he understood the joke rather than annoying him.

"So,"
He said, changing the subject.
"on that topic,"
He looked at her, suppressing a smile and trying his best to seem serious.
"who's better in the sack?"

Laecie giggled, gently pushing him away from her. He laughed, attempting to pull her back closer to him.

"Do you need a demonstration or something?"
he asked cheekily, pretending to be clueless and innocent to his suggestion.
"Hmm.. Maybe I do you know. I'd have to keep it fair."
Laecie teased. James widened his eyes, feigning shock and hurt.

"Hm, say no more."
He replied, sitting him self up slightly so he could hover above her. He gently lay his hand on her cheek, his fingertips laying close to the nape of her neck, and without losing his cocky but loving smile, he pressed his lips to hers. He hungrily began to kiss her, his tongue pressing into her mouth quickly. Laecie stayed laid down, her hands going to the sides of his head, playing with his hair as she concentrated on his lips, somehow letting him know she needed him with just her mouth.

They kissed briefly like this before Laecie felt James hands tug at the bottom of her shirt. She broke away and sat up, looking at him as he quickly lifted her shirt over her head, as if he couldn't wait another moment before touching her again. Once her shirt was off, he took off his just as swiftly, he reconnected their lips quickly and began touching her breasts through her bra. He sat up on the bed, adjusting her on top of him so she was straddling him. Now, she was just above him and his throat stretched up to reach her lips. Her hands roamed around his jaw and neck, tugging and pulling him closer to her. She stopped the kiss again, looking down at him as she let her thumb glide over his bright lips, raw from friction. He looked needy beneath her, desperate to reconnect with her.

She planted a few kisses on his lips as his fingers toyed with the waistband of her pyjama shorts. She nodded, allowing him to pull the shorts down her legs. As he did, she dipped her head down to kiss his neck, allowing her free hand to run its' nails up the back of his scalp, she knew he loved when she played with his hair. He groaned, letting her know that he liked it. She lifted her head away from his neck and began kissing the top of his shoulder, her hand moving down his neck and body now to his boxer shorts, stroking gently over his dick, feeling how hard he was as she teased him. His breath became heavier and she knew he liked what she was doing.