#jitten

Would they ever make a sock puppet?

While Jake pauses, biting his tongue, Constance snort-laughs and apologizes immediately, covering her mouth giggling.

Kitten was hard at work, once again. Yet another late night in the architecture building. It was a warm night, so she had stripped down to her black camisole and a pair of short shorts she had stored in her desk. Even in the little she had on, she was still sweating.

So absorbed in her work was she that she jumped and screamed when she felt arms wrapping around her exposed middle.

"You make the cutest noised," Jason purred, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder.

"Oh my god, Jason, don't sneak up on me like that," Kitten groaned, pulling her headphones out.

"Sorry, babe," he muttered, kissing her neck.

Kitten just giggled, trying to push him away so she could get back to work. Of course, Jason didn't stop. He just kept kissing her neck, pulling small noises from her lips. He trailed up her neck and jaw before claiming her lips for his own. They just stayed like that for a second, kissing awkwardly, before Kitten pulled away with a devious smile.

"Come on, I know where we can be alone," she said, taking Jason's hand and tugging him along. "The old racket ball courts. They're just used as storage space now, but it's deserted."

"Perfect."

They had to go down two flights of stairs, but they got into the courts. Kitten was glad that whoever was in there last forgot to lock it again. Students were allowed in, just faculty. But technically, Jason was faculty.

She didn't get to say a word before Jason had her pressed up against a wall. Very soon they were in a heated make out session, hands roaming shamelessly. Kitten was sure that she never felt more alive than when she was with Jason. He was able to bring out the woman in her that she hadn't known existed. Their moans echoed off the walls, serving to make the two of them more and more aroused.

"Look at what you do to me," Jason growled, pressing his trapped erection against her thigh. She moaned, making Jason's eyes flutter for a second. "God, your voice is beautiful. Let me get my hands on it, I can make it gorgeous."

"Keep going like that, see how soon this ends," Kitten purred, pulling him back in for another kiss. She had told him time and again, vocal coach or not, she wouldn't allow Jason to train her.

They broke the kiss for a few seconds, just to pull their shirts off before they were at it again. Of course, this didn't last nearly as long before they heard shouting from the viewing deck above. Kitten burned bright red, but looked up, seeing Liz and Mike leaning over the edge.

"Seriously, you two are SO loud. You're lucky none of the teachers are here or you guys would have been found out," Liz groaned, shaking her head.

"We'll be out in a minute," Jason said, winking to Kitten.

"I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE UNTIL YOU BOTH LEAVE. DON'T MAKE ME WATCH YOU MAKING OUT!" Liz yelled, her voice booming in the acoustic space.

"YOU ARE A BITCH!" Kitten yelled right back.

"Ow! Ears! I need those," Jason complained. Kitten just chuckled and disentangled herself from him, tossing his shirt at him.