| Damsel's Tattooed Temptation 
CHAPTER 17: Organs and Their Function |

Unedited Draft: WARNING: Intended for Mature audience

James paused in the archway into the den when he laid eyes on Damsel in an oversized grey sweater, fuzzy socks, and wild curls framing her face. She had a large bowl of popcorn on her lap as she set in front of the fireplace open books and papers spread out on the carpeted floor before her. She looked up at him from behind smart looking glasses.

"You forgot didn't you?"

James frowned. Apparently so.

He unzipped his leather coat and wiggled out of the snug cloth.

"You promised to help me study tonight." She said before shoving popcorn in her mouth her attention focused on an especially large tomb on her lap.

James grimaced. He did promise that didn't he when he coaxed her out of the house a few days ago. He ran his hands through his sweaty hair. "You're right. I'm a dick I totally forgot. He perched on the edge of the couch near her.

Truth was he didn’t forgot. He was just up his eyeballs with work after kicking Roger’s ass off his project. James had to not only put in additional hours editing and composing, but also searching through his contacts to find replacements for those that jumped ship with Roger. He only lost a few people but they were getting down to crunch time now. Filming was wrapping up soon, the premier was coming up. He had too much shit to do not enough time or manpower but that wasn’t Ms. Damsel’s problem or concern.

James eyes met hers when she rubbed his shoulders. “You look stressed out babe, what’s going on.”

“Shit. That’s all. Just some shit. Mmmm, yeah. That feels good babe.” James bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and let his head hang. She rubbed down his back working the knots out of his spine.

Heat rolled through his body when Damsel moaned a whisper in his ear. “Does that feel good, baby?”

He arched an eyebrow finding her mischievous eyes searching his face. His eyes fell to her lips. He reached behind him and grabbed Damsel pulling her over the couch and into his lap. He buried in face in her neck and she giggled. He pulled away enough to find her eyes and held them for an extended period of time. He brushed a rogue strand of hair out of her face and just gazed down at her.

Where the fuck would he be if he hadn’t met her?

She reached up and cupped his cheek a slight smile tweaking the corner of her lips.

James cleared his throat before he had her butt ass naked fuck studying… books anyway. "So what do we have here?” James brought his eyes to the paper mess organized in neat piles near the spot where Damsel had been sitting. “Good god do you really have to know all this shit?"

Damsel pushed herself into a seated position next to his on the couch and looked up to him pushing he glasses up her nose.

God she was so fuckable. James surprised himself. She was giving off all the I'm comfortable don't give a fuck about turning you on vibes and it made him want to peel all those damn layers off and see her luscious curves underneath.

"And you thought being a doctor was easy?" She raised an eyebrow.

James nodded kicking himself for volunteering for this. he had no idea how to help her. What he really wanted was an excuse to see her more often. Since she had to study for this damn test offering to help seemed like the thing to get her close. He hadn’t actually thought about how. Then it hit him. He didn't have to know shit about doctoring stuff.

James pushed up off the couch and grabbed Damsel's hand leading her to the piano. "When I did go to class, which I had to go in order to graduate, it always helped me to put music to concepts and triggers. Usually really ridiculous  common tunes work the best. James took his place at the piano and ran his hands over the keys before playing "Oh When the Ants Go marching In."

"James..." Damsel cover a smirk by putting a finger in her mouth.

"What are you studying right now?" He started adding additional keys jazzing up the song.

"Organs and their functions."

“Give me one.”

“James what are you doing?”

“Just let me work woman give me an organ.”

“Liver.” She giggled her eyebrows twisted in a curious expression.

“And it’s function I don’t know this shit.”

Damsel shook her head trying not to laugh as she leaned on the piano with a piece of paper on front of her. “The liver is responsible for detoxification, protein synthesis and the production of chemicals necessary for digestion.”

James nodded his head letting the jargon filter through his porous brain before one hit him.

He transitioned into a Bingo. "There was an organ who had a function and liver was his namo. De-tox-ifica-tion, por-tein syn-the-sis, chemicals for di-ges-tion you’d be so fuck up without this ish."

Damsel laughed out loud and turned the page to her work sheet. “This is so ridiculous, but I could use the break.” He continued on like this covering a couple different sections before they retired to the couch. James nestled against Damsel's back holding her to his front as they stared at the fire while it danced and flickered behind the glass.

James's mind was far away thinking about nothing in particular until he heard Damsel humming ‘B-I-N-G-O.’

James laughed. "I told you it would work."

"It's all your fault I can't get all of these damn nursery rhymes out my head."

James squeezed Damsel. "Good. That was the point."

They both laughed then let silence settle between them. "I never thought I'd actually enjoy studying." Damsel turned to face James he lips catching his eye.

"Glad I could help. I know how much this means to you."

Damsel smiled leaning into the kiss that James placed on her forehead. She turned her head back to face the fire. "Sometimes I feel like it's too hard. I mean all this work, and schooling, and planning and sacrifice and everything is dependent on this damn test. What if...what if I don’t pass."

James frowned squeezing her a little tighter. “If you don’t pass you’ll take that bitch again and again. Until you do pass.” James turned Damsel's face to look at him her vulnerable eyes pulling at his chest. "Besides, if that smug prick Doctor Greggs can do it, then I'm sure you can."

Damsel laughed aloud her amusement bringing a smile to his lips. "You think I'm joking but I'm serious as hell."

"I know you are that's why it's so funny."

"I'll show you funny." James started tickling Damsel's stomach. She squeaked and jumped off the court but not getting far as James tackled her to the ground and continued his assault.
"James stop I cant-" She broke off in a fit of laughter. "James I'm ser-" James pinned her violent flailing limbs above her head with one arm the other still tickling her exposed flesh.

James wasn't sure what happened but somehow he was on his back and Damsel was straddling him. his mind was piecing together her leg doing something to flip him over her head. Well I'll be got damned little ninja warrior and shit.

Damsel took a deep breath keeping James's arms pinned above his head. "I said,” She paused to catch her breath. “I couldn't breath."

James's gaze went to her mouth. Her lips parted taking in air to replenish what she lost laughing. He bit his bottom lip his mind wandered to a place where he was nestled between these legs without the damned clothes between them.

"You should learn a lesson messing with a black belt.” She said wiping her forehead. “Now, if I let your hands go are you going to behave yourself?"

James smirked. "Probably not." His eyes roamed to the slight shadow of her breasts underneath the heavy sweater. She wasn't wearing a bra. James flexed his hips and groaned when her felt pliable skin right under the flimsy material she called pants. No got damn panties either. Blood rushed to his groin.

Damsel's surprised eyes met his face. "James," She scolded him.

"Well, what the hell do you expect woman? You’re straddling me with no underwear and those thin ass tights."

James set up and she let him wrapping her arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Yes, this was where he should be, wrapped around her perfection.

“Their leggings.” Damsel brushed some rogue hairs away from his face.

“They’re thin as fuck. I can feel everything.” The corner of his mouth pulled up when she gasped at his growing... interested in what lie under her leggings.

"We should be studying." She said in a breathless whisper. She rolled her hips clasping her legs tighter around his middle.

James looked up at her from under his lashes. "Recite every body part my lips touch and name its function. If you get it wrong, I stop. If you get it right, I go lower.”
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