plus, i work out

this blog is officially archived, as is pocahxntas. jerrica will be moved back to my main blog, and the new url will be the same as this old one, plusiworkout.

how much would you all hate me if i moved my genderbent, jerrica (pocahxntas) again from a sideblog to her own login? because i've been considering it.

Jeremy groaned softly as her fingers wound into his hair, feeling her hips thrust against him, his fingers moving faster to draw more whimpers and moans from her. He curled his fingers as they moved in and out, turning his hand palm side up as he thrust the digits against her spot, his lips and tongue working at her clit. She tasted absolutely amazing, and he thought to himself that maybe that was part of why no one could seem to get enough of her.

A needy groan escaped his lips when she so easily complied with what he said. Moving to his knees, he looked up at her, taking the sight of her fully nude in as he devoured her, his hands moving to push her thighs further apart and back, leaving her fully exposed to him. Taking her little bud into his mouth, he suckled at the bundle of nerves, his tongue lapping at her sli before one of his hands moved down, two fingers forcing their way in and curling up, beginning to thrust into her.

As her legs wrapped around his waist, he didn't think about how this should have been wrong, his body moving on autopilot. When she ripped his shirt, he tore off what was left, going straight for the button and zipper of her jeans, breaking their kiss to attack her neck with kisses and bites as his hand yanked her jeans down, tearing open her panties along with them. He needed her — he needed to feel something, and he had the feeling this was it. His hands pushed her shirt up and he bit at her neck before lowering his head between her legs. "Take it off," he ordered, his tongue flicking against her before he dived in, sucking at her clit as his tongue lapped at her entrance.

Jeremy smirked down at her smugly as she cursed at him. However, what he didn't expect was what she did next, or that he would kiss her back. His hands moved to cup her face, keeping her lips pressed hard against his before they traveled down, lifting her by the back of her thighs and setting her on the counter, moving between her legs as he pulled her to the edge, his hips crashing into hers.

"You didn't think you were? Obviously it must come naturally to you, then," he replied, feeling her press further into him, trying to keep the bottles away while he tried to reach them. Wrapping his arms around her, her spun her around, pinning her against the counter as his brown eyes bore into hers.

"danny.. get on your fucking knees.. please."

He glared at her, then scoffed, pleased as he got what he wanted when he got under her skin. "You know, you're right. Katherine was able to own up to when she was acting like a bitch," he spat out before moving after her, slamming her into the counter from behind as he reached around to try and grab the bottles from her reach, his body against her back keeping her pinned where she was.

Jeremy landed onto his back with a thud and a grunt as she pinned him down, glaring up at her. "Selfish? Forgive me for not just going on with my life as if things don't matter anymore. It must be really nice to be able to do that. Hell, maybe Katherine rubbed off on you a bit, because that's sure not the Elena that I know."

"You know, just because you've suddenly found different ways of coping doesn't mean that you're any better than anyone else. You don't get to be perfect and then put down my way of dealing with things. It doesn't work that way, you got it?" he spat off, knowing the he was wrong, but he held his ground, just as stubborn as always.

Jeremy stared right back at Elena, not backing down as she repeated his words. He heard the way her voice rose with each word, and before he could grab the bottles that she intended to throw, she had already thrown it with a smash against the wall. Slamming the bottle he'd drank from down on the counter, he grabbed for her wrists, pushing her back against the refrigerator as he did his best to hold her there. "You need to stop. You're not doing any better yourself, or are we forgetting the tea bullshit with Luke?"

At her response to his question, he let out a dry laugh, starting further into the room and snatching away another one, moving it out of her reach. "Spring cleaning? Yeah, I'm going to go with no." Grabbing as many bottles as he could, he moved them away from her, "Hey, chill out, this is just as much mine as it is yours. Who the hell died and made you the boss?" The words slipped from his mouth before he realized that he had said them, and with the realization, he swallowed the lump in his throat, putting hi hardened exterior back, uncapping one of the bottles and taking a swig.

It hadn't been long since the whole ordeal had occured. Months had went by but who was counting? They had both lost the ones that they loved the most apart from each other, and though the saying was time heals all wounds, time couldn't move fast enough, so they opted for distance instead. He and Elena had left town, a mutual decision just to get away for a while. The two had drove and drove, eventually ending up in Colorado just outside of Denver. Finding the familiar cabin was easy, only a little less easier than normal with the tremendous amount of snowfall outside. They were stuck for a while, and with nothing else to do, Jeremy started toward where he knew they'd stored the alcohol. With a furrow of his brow, he heard smashing in the distance, and moved quicker in that direction, turning the corner to see Elena throwing it out, bottle by bottle. "Hey!" he called out to her, rushing and snatching the newest bottle from her hand. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I doubt you'd let me even if I tried."