It doesn't make us strong. It doesn't make us weak.

[hostage]

Date & Time: 2010 (November 9 - 14, Moonbase time)
Location: Kauai, Hawaii
Characters: Jesse Pinkman & Skyler White
Summary: Two very fucked-up people need to get away from the man they married. There's no way this could end badly.
Warnings: Jesse Pinkman?

[It's not like he planned this. One minute he was with Mrs. White, just talking, and the next he was packing his bags - as hastily as possible, before a roommate could discover him and ask where he was going. He didn't want to be interrupted or talked out of this, and especially didn't want to be followed. It wasn't until he was at the door of the Transporter room that he sent out a text to his inner circle:

Going on a mission. Be back for Thanksgiving.
And that was it.

Jesse made a small fortune on the first day by selling one of his souvenirs from Russia, and he used that to pay for a luxury rental. It's been a couple days now of lounging around, doing nothing but enjoying the sun and the ocean, and he hasn't regretted this decision yet. Maybe it was a dick move to disappear without warning, but he needed this. Badly. And so did Skyler.

She was napping earlier so he went off for an afternoon surf by himself. Now that the sun's making its descent and it's almost time for dinner, he heads back to the house, dripping seawater all the way up the stairs and into the foyer.]

Hey, I'm back.

[Better not to surprise her, right?]

Comments

[hostage]

[He's surprised when she catches his lips, faltering for a split second before opening up to her. An electric warmth spreads through his body when she kisses him. It's like she cares about him. Which is good, because he cares about her. He kisses with a neediness that isn't greedy, but desperate. It betrays him.

The rest of him, however, doesn't lose focus. He pulls her thighs up around his waist as he lowers her onto the table, bending over her as he helps to gently lay her back. When she laughs, he does too, muffled against her lips. Yeah, it's ridiculous. It's fun. That's the point.]

[launderer]

[It is fun, and that's something that she's only starting to get back. Not to mention the sexual playfulness which hasn't been around for ages, not entirely Walt's fault, but the last two years certainly haven't helped. She hums against his lips, opening his mouth up before her hands slide down his sides to keep him close to her. Her legs stay around him, keeping her hips pressed to his now.]

[hostage]

[He moans into her mouth, a soft sound that's half a whimper, as it's getting harder and harder to keep a slow pace with her legs enveloping him and her body so inviting. But he has to be patient, has to treat her right. His tongue meets hers, caresses it with a promise of more to come, while his hands work to peel off her shirt.]

[launderer]

[Her own tongue slides against his, fingers curled into his back. Her back arches gently, urging him on with every motion. Sky only pulls back to let him slide her shirt over her head before leaning in to kiss him again. This time her bare stomach brushes his, and it sends that rush of desire straight between her legs.]