[ dorothy has a home - she has em and henry, and though they may not be her biological parents, they mean a lot to her. she has their farm, she has the town of lucas, her work at the hospital. but even before oz, before learning of magic and her real mother and another world entirely, before meeting and losing lucas (roan, his name is roan), it hadn't been enough. she'd tried so hard to get back to kansas while in oz, but in kansas, she'd always been wishing for more, to be more.
maybe that's why she's here - a roadtrip, shitty motel rooms, sticking around for a while in a city that's far bigger than lucas, more in some ways and less in others. maybe she's trying to find herself or some bullshit like that. all she'd known is that she couldn't go back to oz and that she couldn't stay at the farm.
she's not sure where she should be going, though. she's not sure of much at the moment - not even of whether she'd be able to sleep if there was no rhythmic banging, if the walls weren't paper thin. john's text is a welcome distraction from her thoughts and the ceiling and she texts back a quick reply, the kind she would have sent before oz. the kind she's apparently still sending after oz, too. (the thought makes her smile; it's bittersweet.)
john knocks and she gets up, legs bare under a large t-shirt, hair hanging over one shoulder. ]
I don't know how anyone could. [ maybe with a sedative - or enough alcohol in their system, but without help? dorothy shrugs, taking a step back. ] Want a drink? [ she stocked up the fridge, though it's a weak little thing that only just barely manages to cool anything down. ]
[ He steps into the room - exact same as his, down to the malfunctioning A/C, too. It's good to know it's not just his own enhanced hearing picking up the banging, that other people are suffering, too. Not that he's sure he'd be sleeping even if it was quiet, with the heat and the constant thoughts in his mind. He likes to think he's not running away from the Underground, driving around the country, picking up Mutants here and there when he finds them, leading them to safe houses. Doing his part, just. Away from headquarters.
He's supposed to be a leader, and he's not doing much leading, these days. No, these days he hangs out with Dorothy and drives a beaten up Camaro around, acting like a different man altogether sometimes.
Like right now. He likes her, which is why he knows he shouldn't be here, now. Shouldn't be in her room in the middle of the night, a bottle of beer dripping condensation over his fingers. Fingers that are itching to reach out and touch the bare skin of her arm. He shouldn't.
Yet he is. ]
So how d'you say we pass the time? Truth or dare? [ He smirks. ]
[ dorothy's days of playing truth or dare are not that far in the past, not really, but they feel impossibly far away. she hadn't even been in oz for that long, but it had felt like a lifetime in many ways. she feels older now. getting tortured, almost dying repeatedly, getting dragged into a war probably does that to you.
she takes a pull of her beer and settles on the bed, cross-legged and uncaring of how much of her it bares to john. physical proximity, physical nudity, those things don't mean so much. (she's a nurse; nothing physical is unknown to her - or so she sometimes tells people, somewhat jokingly.)
she taps the mattress at the bottom of the bed with one foot, a non-verbal invitation for john to park his ass there. he's already in her room, he might as well sit. ]
[ His grins grows bigger, a chuckle escaping him. He's not played a game like this since... well, since his early marines days, when the nights were cold and they needed something, anything to keep themselves entertained.
He keeps his eyes on her as she moves around, comfortable with herself, with him in her space. He likes it.
Joining her on the bed, he pulls his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he kicks off his unlaced boots, socked heels digging into the edge of the mattress. ]
Dare.
[ Truth is a dangerous thing. He needs to gauge things first. ]
[ two sips into her beer, dorothy isn't nearly drunk enough for truth, so she already knows she'll be choosing dare for most of this game. she's glad to see him do the same - she doesn't want his secrets or truths and at the same time, maybe prematurely, the choice makes her feel some semblance of kinship with him. ]
I dare you -
[ she takes another long pull from her beer, leaning forward when she lowers the bottle. ]
- to take off your shirt.
[ look. look. dorothy's half naked, so it's only fair that he be, too. besides, she has eyes. she's noticed how broad his shoulders are. if she wants to see what he looks like without his shirt on, who can blame her?
(for a moment, she thinks of lucas. roan - but roan had chosen glinda. roan had tried to kill her. she pushes the thought away.) ]
[ His eyes travel down the length of her legs, as he drops his legs back to the ground, toes curling into the thread worn carpet. He takes another sip of beer before he nods, leaning in to put it on the floor before he tugs his shirt over his head, dropping it behind him on the bed. No hesitation. For a dare, that one's easy enough, at least, and it's not like John doesn't know he looks good. He doesn't care, so much - it's not why he trains - but it's an added bonus.
He turns back to Dorothy, opening his arms as he does, before taking another long sip of his beer. It's cool, in the sticky night heat. ]
[ dorothy watches as he gets up, as he tugs his shirt over his head. just like that, easy. as it should be. she gives herself another long moment just to watch, to look her fill once he's settled back on the bed.
[ Obviously. He gives her the tiniest of smiles, already having been able to tell this is what she'd go with. He takes a moment, just looking at her, the streetlamps outside filtering through the window making her skin glow. The light should be sickly, too orange and too artificial, but it somehow just makes her look a little ethereal, instead. Like she belongs in a completely different world.
In the distance, the banging continues. John's half a beer in, far from drunk himself, but feeling like he can push limits a little. ]
What if I dared you... to also take off your shirt?
[ it's hot with the ac unit broken. dorothy swipes a tongue across her upper lip and finds it salty. she chases the taste down with another sip of beer, leaning forward a little.
there's plenty of space between them on the bed, dorothy at its head and john at its foot, but it doesn't feel like all that much. the room isn't large to begin with, either. ]
[ Tilting his head a little, he sees the challenge in her eyes, sends it right back as he pushes a hand through his hair, pulling at knots. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
[ In for a penny, in for a pound. He's hot, he's thinking about sex because of the noises surrounding them, and the looks Dorothy keep on directing him are fueling the fire.He shouldn't do it and he knows it, but he's not the same responsible leader he used to be. He's pushing boundaries. ]
[ dorothy has always been a little reckless, pushing the boundaries of the small town she's grown up in and then, in oz, rushing headlong into danger because she needed to do something - needed to get home, needed to save sylvie, needed to do this or that. (it had driven lucas to distraction - but lucas doesn't exist, there's roan instead, and she needs to stop thinking about lucas. she really does.)
for a moment, dorothy just holds john's gaze, then she empties the rest of her beer, feeling the alcohol hit her even though one beer's not nearly enough to get her drunk. a moment, and then she sets her bottle aside and pulls the shirt she sleeps in over her head.
she's not wearing a bra underneath it. there's sweat lingering between her breasts and stomach. ]
Truth or dare?
[ dorothy stays where she is for a moment longer, chin tipped up a little. watching john. then she gets up, moving toward the fridge for a second beer. he has some catching up to do. ]
[ John's lips part as she undresses, stomach knotting when he licks them, eyes focused entirely on her, zeroing in on her chest for a moment. He has a passing thought of licking the sweat between her breasts, pulling her nipples between his teeth.
He dry-swallows, shaking his head to stop the train of thoughts before he's too deep in. This is the kind of game Sonia would have loved to play, tease him for hours in that way that delighted her. Even for someone with as much self-control as John, it was maddening, sometimes. ]
Dare.
[ Firm, no hesitation. He takes another pull of beer, grimacing at the terrible taste. ]
[ dorothy can see him watching her. it's predictable, how his gaze drops to her chest - but predictable or not, it also makes something in her stomach tighten. the moans from the other room don't help, their tempo increasing. she wonders if whoever is going at it is still on round one. she doesn't really care, but it's been going on for a while now. stamina? whiskey dick?
beer in hand, dorothy settles back against the headboard, pushing up one pillow at her back. ]
[ You put a naked woman in front of him, John is going to look. He may be a Mutant, enhanced in multiple ways, but he's still human, and he hasn't gotten any in a long time. Dorothy's beautiful, so yeah. John's looking.
Her dare is unsurprising, considering where things are going. Maybe they'll just here in her room, trading dares until they fall asleep, but he somehow doubts it. Dorothy has the upper hand, here, but John's not about to back down.
He finishes his beer, and stands, putting the bottle down on the rickety side table before he turns back to Dorothy, popping open the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down and pushing them, along with his boxers, down his legs. Then he toes off his socks, just because. He stands in the middle of her hotel room, naked, vulnerable, really. ]
Truth or dare?
[ He's not sure she still wants to play, but he'll ask anyway. ]
[ she's glad he's looking. glad because anticipation is a heady drug and she wants the distraction right now, wants to feel it build before it crashes in over both of their heads. and build it does - he takes off his jeans, his boxers, and dorothy lets her gaze linger, drinking it all in.
(he's built differently than lucas. she's not thinking of lucas, really, she's not - but if she were, she'd be glad for that, too. to be spared the reminder.) ]
Guess.
[ her mouth is dry. still, a beat later, a grin pulling at her lips, she amends: ] Dare. [ not a difficult guess, that one. she still wants to play, though whether it's truth or dare or whatever has started between them with that first dare, she's not sure. does it matter?
what matters is that they're both naked. what matters is the tension that's building. ]
[ Were it another time, another place - someplace like the Mutant Underground, where he's the leader, where people look up to him and his sleeplessness is due to having to make plans and strategies to save countless lives instead of just two - if they were in a place like this, right now, John would have stopped a long time ago.
He knows himself, he's not really a friends with benefits kind of guy. He's not really a one night stand kind of guy. He's the kind of guy that has too many feelings he can't name and can't act on because it's all less important than the big picture. He's the guy that falls in love and doesn't act on it.
It drove Marcos crazy.
But this is not where he is or what he's doing, now. He's different, here and now. He can act on it, because there are no consequences, besides John himself getting hurt. He can deal with that.
So he tilts his chin at Dorothy, and raises an eyebrow as some hairs fall off his haphazard bun, framing his face. ]
[ dorothy, meanwhile, is most definitely a friends with benefits kind of girl. it used to be all that she was willing to give - her body, yes, but never her heart because people leave and it's easier not to let herself get hurt that way, not to let them get close enough that their leaving could hurt. it's easier being the one who leaves first.
lucas had changed a lot of that, and then he'd left. he'd turned back into roan, choosing glinda over her, almost killing her -
dorothy doesn't ever want to go down that rabbit hole again, but with sleeplessness its own kind of pull, the heat and the late hour and john's nudity muddling her mind and making everything seem just a little unreal, she doesn't worry. doesn't think about tomorrow or about leaving or whatever pain the future might bring.
instead, she thinks about want and about john's lips and putting her hands on his chest, sliding them down from there. she sets her beer aside and moves across the bed on all fours, her eyes on john the entire way, anticipation leaving her breathless until she's in front of him, not touching anywhere but close enough that she can feel the heat emanating from his body, and then she's breathless because her lips are against his and she's got better things to do than breathe. like kiss him, slow and deep, a little filthy right from the start. ]
[ That's John's problem. He might be bulletproof, he might have unbreakable skin, but that's not the way with his heart. And he's always been able to protect himself, but he's never been able not to get his heart involved. Sonia used to say, that's what made him a good leader.
He doesn't feel like a good leader now, but it doesn't matter. Dorothy crawls over to him and John dry-swallows, eyes all over her until she's on him, no hesitation in her movements, all cat-like and confident.
It isn't a quick and easy kiss, to fulfill a dare. It's hot and heavy, just like the air surrounding them, slow and deep and obscene, tongues sliding against each other as John reaches up, hand framing her face, fingers tangling up in her hair. He doesn't reach out further, even though he wants to; wants to pull her to straddle his lap, chest to chest, sweat mingling.
But he's not a leader, here, and this is still a game. When the kiss breaks, their lips stick together for a moment longer, and his eyes flutter open as he brushes his nose against hers when he speaks, barely above a whisper, low and intent. ]
[ dorothy's heart isn't breakable because it is already broken - was broken once she was old enough to understand what it meant for her mother to have given her up, to have left her. em and henry are great, but they're not her real parents. (they are, in almost every way that matters, but the voice inside dorothy's head telling her there must be something wrong, she must be unloveable if even her mother could give her up - that voice has been there all her life.)
she's not looking to break john's heart or have her own broken even more. this is just fun, right? just a dare. if it's more than that, she wants to pretend that it isn't - and pretending is easy when he kisses her back like that, deep and intent, his hands framing her face. he's tall and solid and it would be so easy just to crawl into his lap and stay there until they're both first desperate and then sated.
she holds herself apart through sheer power of will, because the dare said kiss me and nothing else, because temptation makes the tension between them build even higher, leaving her stomach tight, leaving wetness surging between her legs because she wants so badly. and then the kiss breaks.
are they still playing?
dorothy almost responds i don't know, are we?, turning the question around on him. she drags in a heavy breath instead and nods. ]
I dare you to touch me. [ no truth or dare, not this time - and she's reaching for one of his hands, pulling it from her face down to one breast. not giving him much choice about the whole thing at all. ]
[ He licks his lips, pupils blown wide when Dorothy takes his hand, moving it down to her breast. There's no hesitation in how he cups his hand around it, thumb swiping at her nipple, feeling it harden.
John takes a breath, sharp and almost painful, the air hot and dusty around them. They're not playing anymore. And that's why he shifts, moves his free hand to lead Dorothy to straighten up a little with a press to her hip, just enough for him to be able to put his mouth to her other breast, kissing down along the swell of it before licking at her nipple, lips closing around it to suck lightly, his hand moving from her hip to her ass, squeezing.
[ his hand finds her breast and then a moment later, his mouth follows, lips closing around the other and dorothy doesn't try to swallow the moan that escapes her, the thrill of pleasure that shoots from her chest down to her stomach and lower.
one of her hands curls in his hair, holding his head in place against her. the other slides over his chest like she'd thought about earlier, exploring the hard muscle of his upper body. she really, really likes the way he's built. he's touching and she's touching and it's not nearly enough, so when his hand finds her ass, dorothy takes it as an excuse to finally, finally climb into his lap, pressing herself close.
of the two of them, she's the only one still wearing anything at all, but the thin material of her panties hardly feels like a barrier when she rolls her hips against his, grinding down in search of some pressure and relief, wound up tight already. ]
[ He grunts when she moves to straddle him, his body reacting with the rapid succession of events. His fingers dig into her skin, his mouth moving from one breast to the other, leaving sucking kisses along her skin, licking at the sweat just like he'd thought of earlier.
When she grinds down, John lets out another groan, his hand leaving her breast just to be able to grip onto her panties with both hand, the barely-there tug he gives enough to pull at the seams, feeling them give under his fingers. If he's got a use for his abilities here, that'd definitely be one he approves of.
He pulls the panties away from him - she can tell him off for it later, but right now he doesn't care, when he gets to feel her, wet and hot, rub against his growing erection. Another moan, and he's moving back up to kiss her again, goosebumps rising all over his skin. ]
[ the room is hot, but it doesn't compare to the heat they generate between them, the warmth of his skin against hers, the slide of her hands as she searches for purchase against his shoulders, the heat of him between her legs without any barrier between them.
maybe later she will tell him off for ripping her panties, but right now, she just lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a moan, tipping her head back and arching her back as she shifts until he's nestled between her folds, until she can rub her clit against the growing hardness.
fuck, but it feels good. ]
I dare you [ she starts after he's kissed her breathless again, voice low and rough with want. ] to get me off like this without coming.
[ He gasps out a breath, arousal burning low in his stomach, his eyes closing again as he feels Dorothy grind against him, the sensation one that he hasn't felt in so long his jaw clenches, his fingers tighten around her hip.
One thing that John Proudstar has been since joining the Marines, it's in control. It was all too easy for him to go overboard with his powers and break a hand just by shaking him, crush a spine just by going too far. And since leaving the military, he's been training every day to keep that control, even when everything was falling apart around him.
Even when his control was extremely challenged, like it was right now. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down, relax, looking back at Dorothy with a smile on his face. ]
Do your worst. [ His voice is strained - he is still, after all, very affected by every twitch of her hips, but he can rise to the challenge, and he will. ]
[ it's impressive, the way she can all but feel the tension bleed out of him - not where it matters, of course, not really, but that's still a lot of control.
it's kind of hot. it could be almost disappointing, if not for the proof that he's still deeply affected, that he still wants her. but that proof is there: in his voice and hard against her. so dorothy rolls her hips again and then again, losing herself in the motion and the sensation it brings, trusting john to hold her upright when she tips her head back again. it doesn't take long at all before her breath is coming in uneven gasps, the friction making pressure build at the base of her spine.
it won't take her long to come, not with how wound up she is.]
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Date: 2018-01-20 06:58 pm (UTC)maybe that's why she's here - a roadtrip, shitty motel rooms, sticking around for a while in a city that's far bigger than lucas, more in some ways and less in others. maybe she's trying to find herself or some bullshit like that. all she'd known is that she couldn't go back to oz and that she couldn't stay at the farm.
she's not sure where she should be going, though. she's not sure of much at the moment - not even of whether she'd be able to sleep if there was no rhythmic banging, if the walls weren't paper thin. john's text is a welcome distraction from her thoughts and the ceiling and she texts back a quick reply, the kind she would have sent before oz. the kind she's apparently still sending after oz, too. (the thought makes her smile; it's bittersweet.)
john knocks and she gets up, legs bare under a large t-shirt, hair hanging over one shoulder. ]
I don't know how anyone could. [ maybe with a sedative - or enough alcohol in their system, but without help? dorothy shrugs, taking a step back. ] Want a drink? [ she stocked up the fridge, though it's a weak little thing that only just barely manages to cool anything down. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 07:20 pm (UTC)[ He steps into the room - exact same as his, down to the malfunctioning A/C, too. It's good to know it's not just his own enhanced hearing picking up the banging, that other people are suffering, too. Not that he's sure he'd be sleeping even if it was quiet, with the heat and the constant thoughts in his mind. He likes to think he's not running away from the Underground, driving around the country, picking up Mutants here and there when he finds them, leading them to safe houses. Doing his part, just. Away from headquarters.
He's supposed to be a leader, and he's not doing much leading, these days. No, these days he hangs out with Dorothy and drives a beaten up Camaro around, acting like a different man altogether sometimes.
Like right now. He likes her, which is why he knows he shouldn't be here, now. Shouldn't be in her room in the middle of the night, a bottle of beer dripping condensation over his fingers. Fingers that are itching to reach out and touch the bare skin of her arm. He shouldn't.
Yet he is. ]
So how d'you say we pass the time? Truth or dare? [ He smirks. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 07:29 pm (UTC)[ dorothy's days of playing truth or dare are not that far in the past, not really, but they feel impossibly far away. she hadn't even been in oz for that long, but it had felt like a lifetime in many ways. she feels older now. getting tortured, almost dying repeatedly, getting dragged into a war probably does that to you.
she takes a pull of her beer and settles on the bed, cross-legged and uncaring of how much of her it bares to john. physical proximity, physical nudity, those things don't mean so much. (she's a nurse; nothing physical is unknown to her - or so she sometimes tells people, somewhat jokingly.)
she taps the mattress at the bottom of the bed with one foot, a non-verbal invitation for john to park his ass there. he's already in her room, he might as well sit. ]
You first. Truth or dare?
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Date: 2018-01-20 07:49 pm (UTC)He keeps his eyes on her as she moves around, comfortable with herself, with him in her space. He likes it.
Joining her on the bed, he pulls his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he kicks off his unlaced boots, socked heels digging into the edge of the mattress. ]
Dare.
[ Truth is a dangerous thing. He needs to gauge things first. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 07:53 pm (UTC)I dare you -
[ she takes another long pull from her beer, leaning forward when she lowers the bottle. ]
- to take off your shirt.
[ look. look. dorothy's half naked, so it's only fair that he be, too. besides, she has eyes. she's noticed how broad his shoulders are. if she wants to see what he looks like without his shirt on, who can blame her?
(for a moment, she thinks of lucas. roan - but roan had chosen glinda. roan had tried to kill her. she pushes the thought away.) ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 08:16 pm (UTC)He turns back to Dorothy, opening his arms as he does, before taking another long sip of his beer. It's cool, in the sticky night heat. ]
Your turn, now. Truth or dare?
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Date: 2018-01-20 08:19 pm (UTC)he does look good, all broad muscle. ]
Dare.
[ obviously. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 08:27 pm (UTC)In the distance, the banging continues. John's half a beer in, far from drunk himself, but feeling like he can push limits a little. ]
What if I dared you... to also take off your shirt?
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Date: 2018-01-20 08:30 pm (UTC)there's plenty of space between them on the bed, dorothy at its head and john at its foot, but it doesn't feel like all that much. the room isn't large to begin with, either. ]
Are you?
[ he's going to have to say it. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 08:51 pm (UTC)Yeah. Yeah, I am.
[ In for a penny, in for a pound. He's hot, he's thinking about sex because of the noises surrounding them, and the looks Dorothy keep on directing him are fueling the fire.He shouldn't do it and he knows it, but he's not the same responsible leader he used to be. He's pushing boundaries. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 08:57 pm (UTC)for a moment, dorothy just holds john's gaze, then she empties the rest of her beer, feeling the alcohol hit her even though one beer's not nearly enough to get her drunk. a moment, and then she sets her bottle aside and pulls the shirt she sleeps in over her head.
she's not wearing a bra underneath it. there's sweat lingering between her breasts and stomach. ]
Truth or dare?
[ dorothy stays where she is for a moment longer, chin tipped up a little. watching john. then she gets up, moving toward the fridge for a second beer. he has some catching up to do. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 09:11 pm (UTC)He dry-swallows, shaking his head to stop the train of thoughts before he's too deep in. This is the kind of game Sonia would have loved to play, tease him for hours in that way that delighted her. Even for someone with as much self-control as John, it was maddening, sometimes. ]
Dare.
[ Firm, no hesitation. He takes another pull of beer, grimacing at the terrible taste. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 09:14 pm (UTC)beer in hand, dorothy settles back against the headboard, pushing up one pillow at her back. ]
Take off the rest of your clothes.
[ fair's fair. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 09:56 pm (UTC)Her dare is unsurprising, considering where things are going. Maybe they'll just here in her room, trading dares until they fall asleep, but he somehow doubts it. Dorothy has the upper hand, here, but John's not about to back down.
He finishes his beer, and stands, putting the bottle down on the rickety side table before he turns back to Dorothy, popping open the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down and pushing them, along with his boxers, down his legs. Then he toes off his socks, just because. He stands in the middle of her hotel room, naked, vulnerable, really. ]
Truth or dare?
[ He's not sure she still wants to play, but he'll ask anyway. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 07:22 am (UTC)(he's built differently than lucas. she's not thinking of lucas, really, she's not - but if she were, she'd be glad for that, too. to be spared the reminder.) ]
Guess.
[ her mouth is dry. still, a beat later, a grin pulling at her lips, she amends: ] Dare. [ not a difficult guess, that one. she still wants to play, though whether it's truth or dare or whatever has started between them with that first dare, she's not sure. does it matter?
what matters is that they're both naked. what matters is the tension that's building. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 09:41 am (UTC)He knows himself, he's not really a friends with benefits kind of guy. He's not really a one night stand kind of guy. He's the kind of guy that has too many feelings he can't name and can't act on because it's all less important than the big picture. He's the guy that falls in love and doesn't act on it.
It drove Marcos crazy.
But this is not where he is or what he's doing, now. He's different, here and now. He can act on it, because there are no consequences, besides John himself getting hurt. He can deal with that.
So he tilts his chin at Dorothy, and raises an eyebrow as some hairs fall off his haphazard bun, framing his face. ]
Kiss me.
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Date: 2018-01-21 09:47 am (UTC)lucas had changed a lot of that, and then he'd left. he'd turned back into roan, choosing glinda over her, almost killing her -
dorothy doesn't ever want to go down that rabbit hole again, but with sleeplessness its own kind of pull, the heat and the late hour and john's nudity muddling her mind and making everything seem just a little unreal, she doesn't worry. doesn't think about tomorrow or about leaving or whatever pain the future might bring.
instead, she thinks about want and about john's lips and putting her hands on his chest, sliding them down from there. she sets her beer aside and moves across the bed on all fours, her eyes on john the entire way, anticipation leaving her breathless until she's in front of him, not touching anywhere but close enough that she can feel the heat emanating from his body, and then she's breathless because her lips are against his and she's got better things to do than breathe. like kiss him, slow and deep, a little filthy right from the start. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 10:24 am (UTC)He doesn't feel like a good leader now, but it doesn't matter. Dorothy crawls over to him and John dry-swallows, eyes all over her until she's on him, no hesitation in her movements, all cat-like and confident.
It isn't a quick and easy kiss, to fulfill a dare. It's hot and heavy, just like the air surrounding them, slow and deep and obscene, tongues sliding against each other as John reaches up, hand framing her face, fingers tangling up in her hair. He doesn't reach out further, even though he wants to; wants to pull her to straddle his lap, chest to chest, sweat mingling.
But he's not a leader, here, and this is still a game. When the kiss breaks, their lips stick together for a moment longer, and his eyes flutter open as he brushes his nose against hers when he speaks, barely above a whisper, low and intent. ]
Are we still playing?
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Date: 2018-01-21 10:34 am (UTC)she's not looking to break john's heart or have her own broken even more. this is just fun, right? just a dare. if it's more than that, she wants to pretend that it isn't - and pretending is easy when he kisses her back like that, deep and intent, his hands framing her face. he's tall and solid and it would be so easy just to crawl into his lap and stay there until they're both first desperate and then sated.
she holds herself apart through sheer power of will, because the dare said kiss me and nothing else, because temptation makes the tension between them build even higher, leaving her stomach tight, leaving wetness surging between her legs because she wants so badly. and then the kiss breaks.
are they still playing?
dorothy almost responds i don't know, are we?, turning the question around on him. she drags in a heavy breath instead and nods. ]
I dare you to touch me. [ no truth or dare, not this time - and she's reaching for one of his hands, pulling it from her face down to one breast. not giving him much choice about the whole thing at all. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 11:27 am (UTC)John takes a breath, sharp and almost painful, the air hot and dusty around them. They're not playing anymore. And that's why he shifts, moves his free hand to lead Dorothy to straighten up a little with a press to her hip, just enough for him to be able to put his mouth to her other breast, kissing down along the swell of it before licking at her nipple, lips closing around it to suck lightly, his hand moving from her hip to her ass, squeezing.
She wants him to touch? He'll touch. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 11:34 am (UTC)one of her hands curls in his hair, holding his head in place against her. the other slides over his chest like she'd thought about earlier, exploring the hard muscle of his upper body. she really, really likes the way he's built. he's touching and she's touching and it's not nearly enough, so when his hand finds her ass, dorothy takes it as an excuse to finally, finally climb into his lap, pressing herself close.
of the two of them, she's the only one still wearing anything at all, but the thin material of her panties hardly feels like a barrier when she rolls her hips against his, grinding down in search of some pressure and relief, wound up tight already. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 12:02 pm (UTC)When she grinds down, John lets out another groan, his hand leaving her breast just to be able to grip onto her panties with both hand, the barely-there tug he gives enough to pull at the seams, feeling them give under his fingers. If he's got a use for his abilities here, that'd definitely be one he approves of.
He pulls the panties away from him - she can tell him off for it later, but right now he doesn't care, when he gets to feel her, wet and hot, rub against his growing erection. Another moan, and he's moving back up to kiss her again, goosebumps rising all over his skin. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 01:17 pm (UTC)maybe later she will tell him off for ripping her panties, but right now, she just lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a moan, tipping her head back and arching her back as she shifts until he's nestled between her folds, until she can rub her clit against the growing hardness.
fuck, but it feels good. ]
I dare you [ she starts after he's kissed her breathless again, voice low and rough with want. ] to get me off like this without coming.
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Date: 2018-01-21 06:00 pm (UTC)One thing that John Proudstar has been since joining the Marines, it's in control. It was all too easy for him to go overboard with his powers and break a hand just by shaking him, crush a spine just by going too far. And since leaving the military, he's been training every day to keep that control, even when everything was falling apart around him.
Even when his control was extremely challenged, like it was right now. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down, relax, looking back at Dorothy with a smile on his face. ]
Do your worst. [ His voice is strained - he is still, after all, very affected by every twitch of her hips, but he can rise to the challenge, and he will. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 06:14 pm (UTC)it's kind of hot. it could be almost disappointing, if not for the proof that he's still deeply affected, that he still wants her. but that proof is there: in his voice and hard against her. so dorothy rolls her hips again and then again, losing herself in the motion and the sensation it brings, trusting john to hold her upright when she tips her head back again. it doesn't take long at all before her breath is coming in uneven gasps, the friction making pressure build at the base of her spine.
it won't take her long to come, not with how wound up she is.]
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