A/N justmysummerwine won my ‘I love my followers contest’ and gave me the prompt “Tom and Jaimie dancing.” This is my attempt to fill that prompt. I hope she and all of you enjoy it. NSFW.
Jaimie poured the whiskey over the shot glasses, not caring about the liquor that spilled onto the table in an amber puddle. Water dripped from her short hair into the spilled whiskey and she ran her fingertip through it, smearing her autograph across the chipped laminate surface before she picked up one of the tiny glasses and threw back the liquid. She handed the other one to Tom. “It always comes back to this, doesn’t it?”
Tom let the Jameson burn down his throat before he answered. Even when it settled in his stomach like the glowing coals of a dying fire, he didn’t speak. He just drew her naked body into his arms and felt her fall into place pressed against him, one of her hands on the back of his neck, a whispered touch of her fingers against the hair at his nape, the other twined with his between their bodies. His other hand covered the small of her back, bare skin like silk as they moved slowly to the music, some Pandora station crooning the oldies with smoky voices full of lingering regret that made the beige airport motel room feel like it was shot in black and white and in the next room over Bogey and Bacall were sharing a cigarette and a smoldering kiss that burned hotter than the tobacco at their fingertips.