If he were being honest with himself, he likes getting a reaction out of her, period. Boyle is definitely right; he wants her attention, wants her to look back at him the way it took him a very long time to realize he’d been looking at her.
Adult, porn battle fic. This is hot and sweet and funny, just like them.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jake asks, for the fourth time. “Because we can just ditch that thing, toss it out a window, do it missionary like the founding fathers intended.”
“Do you still want it?” Amy asks, also for the fourth time.
Jake looks at the strap-on that’s finally strapped on, hanging between Amy’s legs. She’s still wearing her old NYPD sweatshirt, standing in Jake’s bedroom with her arms at her sides, smiling down at him where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.
“…yeah,” he breathes. “Yes, yeah, I want it.”
Adult, established relationship. Amy fucking Jake with a strap-on – sign me up right the fuck now… *fans self*