[ He lips catch against hers when she slips her hand down his underwear, his own fingers losing track and stuttering against her as he tries to breathe, his whole body feeling like it's on fire. He shivers and moans, panting loudly against the corner of her mouth, his hips pushing into her hand without thought nor command, pure instinct. ]
I need to - I want to - [ When words fail him, he slides his fingers down, dipping inside her to the knuckle, like he's asking permission. ] - can I?
[fuck you, he doesn't say, because he's no good with these kind of things and also, it sort of feels like a given. The only real question is, can he do it now, before he comes all over her hand. ]
( There's a moan that follows, feeling on fire just from his fingers inside of her. Freeing her hand and sending his boxers falling to his ankles, Clarice shifts to the edge of the desk, some of the tattered fabric of her underwear still trapped between her. It's the stuff of terrible dirty novels and she doesn't fucking care. Instead she winds her legs around him, the back of her calf urging him towards her. Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock is easy, so is taking control, guiding him with her until all he has to do is push inside of her. )
[ He has no idea how he manages not to completely lose it, when she pulls his boxers down and shifts closer, the tip of his cock bumping against his fingers. He moves them out of the way, swallowing around the groan in his throat as he teases for a moment, just a second, and then he's pushing inside her, slow and deep. ]
Clarice -
[ It's a moan more than anything else but it's all he can say as he bottoms out, clenching his jaw and tilting his head back as he presses himself close to her, a hand pushing up into her hair, fingers tangling in with it. He doesn't pull, just - just holds, wanting to keep and feel her close as possible. ]
( Clarice shivers with the feeling of it, a rolling wave of want that shudders through her body, muscles clenching hot and tight when he's filling her up. For a minute she just breathes, hands on his shoulders, his grip in her hair, chin pressed to his shoulder where her breath is warm and quick against his skin.
Her moan is quiet, just a note pitched low enough for him to hear it, lips finding his skin. Clarice rolls her hips then, rocks against him, sparks behind her eyes. It's been a long time, but even then the only reason she wants this quite as much because it's him. )
Come on, it's okay.
( Dragging her lips to his throat, his mouth, pressing her forehead to his. ) You can let go now.
[ He isn't sure he can - not as much as he wants to, anyway, but he appreciates the sentiment all the same. He closes his eyes when she rolls her hips again, fingers clenching her hip a little tighter, sure to leave bruises, his breath coming out short and loud.
He moves, thrusts into her deep and hard, dragging out slowly and doing it again, the desk creaking under her, moving a fraction with each thrust. John drops his forehead to Clarice's shoulder, holding her close like a desperate man, feeling like one, starved for the kind of love Clarice has been wholeheartingly offering him - not just this, but everything else, the comfort, the support, the help, the tenderness.
He moves into her, able to feel her all around him, never wanting to be anywhere but right here, his lips on her skin and his body pressed to hers, choked off groans escaping him every time he pushes in. ]
( It feels like it might consume her, John's hands on her hips, his dick filling her up. All she can hear is his breathing, the slight creak of the wood desk beneath her, all she can smell is the body wash he uses and something else that makes him him. All she can see is the slope of his neck as she buries her face there, arms wrapped around his back, pressed chest to chest. It feels so good and it's overwhelming and terrifying and wonderful. )
Oh.
( Her voice is barely a whisper, she knows they have to be careful. But she can't contain all her noises. What she can do is muffle them, fingers digging in. Clarice moves with every thrust, hungry for the way he presses deep inside her, thighs already slick with arousal. Her knees press into his sides when she shifts, every inch they can touch pressed tight. )
[ If they weren't in HQ right now, if they were somewhere truly private, he might have been loud. He might have given himself the opportunity to curse and tell her how good she feels, because she does, and he wants to scream out her name, over and over. He feels like he's being lit on fire from the inside out, every one of her touch sparking electricity along his skin, making him thrust deeper, wondering if this is what a fever feels like.
He lifts his head with difficulty, one of his hands grabbing the side of her head, rougher than he'd like to be, but the kiss he lays on her is gentle, full of everything he has no idea how to say.
This isn't what he imagined it would be. He imagined that if they were to go there, he would manage to make it romantic, somehow, and this isn't it. This is rushed, urgent, passionate, like the two of them just couldn't keep their hands off of each other for a moment longer. It isn't what he imagined, but it's Clarice.
When he pulls away from the kiss, he presses his forehead to hers, his hair all over his face. ] - Clarice -
( She whimpers quietly into his mouth, shifting to meet every thrust with her hips. It's hard to keep herself under control, but Clarice has had experience with hiding parts of herself away. She just hopes he knows from the look in her eyes and the eager way she clutches him by the shoulders, desperate to keep him close. )
John.
( It's barely a whisper, just a name on her exhale. Clarice bites her bottom lip, the desk creaking slightly between them. The noise of the Base should be enough to cover what sounds they do make. She clutches his hand, squeezing it in her own, lifting her free one to press between the two of them. Her knuckles brush his skin while she strokes her clit, eyes half closed but not all the way. She wants to be able to see him, if she can't see him.
She won't last long, not when they're this frantic. But it's enough to satisfy some of her hunger for him, for his skin. )
[ John shakes against Clarice, her knuckles pressing against his pelvis when she slides a hand between the two of them, making his stomach roll, his whole body just aching for more of her. It's frantic and desperate, just like their kisses are when he reaches for her, a hand fisted in her hair as he groans into her mouth again. ]
Clarice, I -
[ His words catch in his throat and he stops, pressing his forehead to hers as he moves, hard and fast, his fingers pressing all over her back, leaving what he knows will be a series of round bruises down along her spine. He wants to apologize, to ask if he's going too hard, if he's hurting her, but the words catch fire in his chest, making it impossible to say anything. ]
( Whatever he wants to say, she's sure she feels it too. Everything Clarice is seems like it's singing, her whole being blown open and laid bare. She kisses him with urgency, knuckles dragging against his skin as she times her strokes with his thrusts, muscles clenching around him while, nails digging into his shoulders. She can't quite catch her breath, shivering with want when he fills her up completely. )
It's okay, it's okay.
( Her voice is low, a fevered whisper against his skin. Leaning forward, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, tugging them both together, chest to chest so she can feel the shudder that passes from him. Her lips find his throat, press against the soft skin there. Like a thunderbolt, her orgasm comes sudden and sharp and shocking, face pressed in the crook of his neck as she shakes with it. Clarice doesn't make much sound, panting little startled breaths that end up muffled by his muscle. )
[ Every breath she takes, every press of her lips and her tongue and her chest to his, every single inch of her skin against his skin - all of it is overwhelming, his senses in overload. Her orgasm hits him like tidal wave, her body locking up all around his and John chokes on his breaths, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other feeling the muscles in her back contract and relax as she shakes. ]
I got you, [ he says against her ear, his vice not nearly as steady and confident as he wants it to be, as he keeps himself still while Clarice jerks against him, her muscles clenching around him in a way that makes his moan, makes sweat bead on his brow.
He's so close he can taste it in the air, but he's not about to rush her. ]
( It feels like a hurricane the way it rips through her, Clarice's foundations shook all the way to the top. For a moment she can only pant wetly against his skin, heart too loud in her ears and her mouth a swollen o. Little by little, she comes back to herself, muscles clenching weakly around his cock, the smallest of whimpers pulled from her mouth. )
It's okay.
( Her hands drop to his waist, lowering to curve around his ass. She squeezes lightly, tugging him forward, encouraging. )
[ John groans, hiding his face in her neck as he immediately starts moving again, sensations like the ebb and flow of waves lapping up at his lower stomach, growing stronger and stronger with every passing second, making his whole body clench in anticipation and need, his arms still wrapped tight around her.
He doesn't last long. He can't, not like this, with Clarice wrapped all around him and her sweet pleas in the shell of his ear, her muscles trembling under his fingers, the two of them so shock full of sensations and feelings he can't resist, choking on his breaths when he comes, stilling once again, muscles locking up.
He lets out a long, drawn-out groan, muffling it only slightly against Clarice's skin, his fingers pushing into her skin hard enough to leave marks as he trembles through his orgasm. ]
( She doesn't want to let him go. Even as he shakes apart against her, holding on like he expects her to disappear, all Clarice can think is this one. I want this one.
They both come back to themselves by degrees, the thrumming of her skin not quite settling, but lessening. Her breathing slowly refinding it's pace. The noise she makes when he eventually pulls away is soft, but instead of rushing to find her clothes, to make this something grubby and furtive, she reaches out and pulls him close enough for a kiss. )
I like you.
( It's oddly serious, more of a vow, and she tucks sweaty hair behind his ear. )
Okay? I really like you. This isn't --. ( A quick fuck. She hopes he knows that even as she moves, muscles protesting and skin sticky. He has to know. )
[ He only pulls away when he feels like he can't do anything else, grunting softly as they separate, his heart tumbling in his chest when Clarice pulls him back in. This feels right, and John cups a hand around her neck, only pulling away when she does.
Her words find their way under his skin, burrowing close, warming him up to his core. ]
I know. It isn't for me, either. [ He licks his lips. ] I want this. You. Not just for right now, either. Like - long term.
( It thrills her to the core to hear him say something like that. After all their miscommunication and near misses she hadn't been sure they'd be able to overcome everything. But here they are.
Shivering pleasantly, she nudges him with her socked foot. )
Pass me my jeans?
( There's no reason to be embarrassed. They're both a mess. A delicious mess. )
[ He only moves reluctantly, but he does, no shame or lack of confidence when he does. He would walk around naked without a care in the world at this point - he knows what he looks like, and how much he works for it - but his jeans are around his ankles, so he pulls them up, along with his boxers, grimacing as he puts them back on. He leaves his jeans unbuttoned though as he moves around the room, grabbing Clarice's jeans and her shirt before turning back to her.
He stops for a moment, just - looking. She's still sitting on the desk, her legs spread open, her nipples still hard, her hair a mess all around her face, her lips kissed full and red. It's like a punch to the gut, looking at her like that, so beautiful and not even realizing that she is. John licks his lips before walking back over, handing Clarice her clothes. ]
( He shouldn't be allowed to look at her like that. It makes her feel hot all over again, body still trembling with the aftershock. Clarice knows she definitely has to get dressed, if she's going to let either of them leave this room again. )
Seriously? It was the hottest thing. Like, ( She makes a noise like an explosion, pulling her jeans onto her legs to slide into them and stand up. It's surprising how decidedly unawkward this is, how she's feeling only the glow and not the shame that usually accompanies just letting go. ) Next time I'll just go commando. At least until I can raid a Victoria Secret or something.
( Her smile is impish, full of promise as she moves to shrug her shirt back on. Her boots go next and then she's running a hand through her hair to try and tidy it up. She feels wrecked, she's not sure how she could look any less obvious. )
[ After her boots are on but before she can make her way to the door, John catches her by the arm, pulling her to him again, eyes looking between hers, and her lips. ]
Next time, [ He says softly, because they've both just said this isn't a one-time thing for them and they want more. The words still taste delicious on his tongue as he says them, though. ]
( He pulls her close and Clarice lifts a hand, palm at the nape of his neck. Her own smile is silly, she knows. But she feels ridiculously happy right now, she won't hide it from him. )
Mm, now I'm definitely holding you to that. And against it.
( Pressing up, she kisses him slow and lingering before pulling back. )
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Date: 2018-01-22 07:35 pm (UTC)I need to - I want to - [ When words fail him, he slides his fingers down, dipping inside her to the knuckle, like he's asking permission. ] - can I?
[ fuck you, he doesn't say, because he's no good with these kind of things and also, it sort of feels like a given. The only real question is, can he do it now, before he comes all over her hand. ]
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Date: 2018-01-23 06:48 pm (UTC)( There's a moan that follows, feeling on fire just from his fingers inside of her. Freeing her hand and sending his boxers falling to his ankles, Clarice shifts to the edge of the desk, some of the tattered fabric of her underwear still trapped between her. It's the stuff of terrible dirty novels and she doesn't fucking care. Instead she winds her legs around him, the back of her calf urging him towards her. Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock is easy, so is taking control, guiding him with her until all he has to do is push inside of her. )
John.
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Date: 2018-01-24 09:33 am (UTC)Clarice -
[ It's a moan more than anything else but it's all he can say as he bottoms out, clenching his jaw and tilting his head back as he presses himself close to her, a hand pushing up into her hair, fingers tangling in with it. He doesn't pull, just - just holds, wanting to keep and feel her close as possible. ]
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Date: 2018-01-26 04:19 pm (UTC)Her moan is quiet, just a note pitched low enough for him to hear it, lips finding his skin. Clarice rolls her hips then, rocks against him, sparks behind her eyes. It's been a long time, but even then the only reason she wants this quite as much because it's him. )
Come on, it's okay.
( Dragging her lips to his throat, his mouth, pressing her forehead to his. ) You can let go now.
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Date: 2018-01-26 05:01 pm (UTC)He moves, thrusts into her deep and hard, dragging out slowly and doing it again, the desk creaking under her, moving a fraction with each thrust. John drops his forehead to Clarice's shoulder, holding her close like a desperate man, feeling like one, starved for the kind of love Clarice has been wholeheartingly offering him - not just this, but everything else, the comfort, the support, the help, the tenderness.
He moves into her, able to feel her all around him, never wanting to be anywhere but right here, his lips on her skin and his body pressed to hers, choked off groans escaping him every time he pushes in. ]
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Date: 2018-01-26 06:04 pm (UTC)Oh.
( Her voice is barely a whisper, she knows they have to be careful. But she can't contain all her noises. What she can do is muffle them, fingers digging in. Clarice moves with every thrust, hungry for the way he presses deep inside her, thighs already slick with arousal. Her knees press into his sides when she shifts, every inch they can touch pressed tight. )
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Date: 2018-01-28 06:13 pm (UTC)He lifts his head with difficulty, one of his hands grabbing the side of her head, rougher than he'd like to be, but the kiss he lays on her is gentle, full of everything he has no idea how to say.
This isn't what he imagined it would be. He imagined that if they were to go there, he would manage to make it romantic, somehow, and this isn't it. This is rushed, urgent, passionate, like the two of them just couldn't keep their hands off of each other for a moment longer. It isn't what he imagined, but it's Clarice.
When he pulls away from the kiss, he presses his forehead to hers, his hair all over his face. ] - Clarice -
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Date: 2018-01-30 07:56 pm (UTC)John.
( It's barely a whisper, just a name on her exhale. Clarice bites her bottom lip, the desk creaking slightly between them. The noise of the Base should be enough to cover what sounds they do make. She clutches his hand, squeezing it in her own, lifting her free one to press between the two of them. Her knuckles brush his skin while she strokes her clit, eyes half closed but not all the way. She wants to be able to see him, if she can't see him.
She won't last long, not when they're this frantic. But it's enough to satisfy some of her hunger for him, for his skin. )
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Date: 2018-01-31 10:53 am (UTC)Clarice, I -
[ His words catch in his throat and he stops, pressing his forehead to hers as he moves, hard and fast, his fingers pressing all over her back, leaving what he knows will be a series of round bruises down along her spine. He wants to apologize, to ask if he's going too hard, if he's hurting her, but the words catch fire in his chest, making it impossible to say anything. ]
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Date: 2018-02-14 01:54 pm (UTC)( Whatever he wants to say, she's sure she feels it too. Everything Clarice is seems like it's singing, her whole being blown open and laid bare. She kisses him with urgency, knuckles dragging against his skin as she times her strokes with his thrusts, muscles clenching around him while, nails digging into his shoulders. She can't quite catch her breath, shivering with want when he fills her up completely. )
It's okay, it's okay.
( Her voice is low, a fevered whisper against his skin. Leaning forward, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, tugging them both together, chest to chest so she can feel the shudder that passes from him. Her lips find his throat, press against the soft skin there. Like a thunderbolt, her orgasm comes sudden and sharp and shocking, face pressed in the crook of his neck as she shakes with it. Clarice doesn't make much sound, panting little startled breaths that end up muffled by his muscle. )
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Date: 2018-02-14 02:26 pm (UTC)I got you, [ he says against her ear, his vice not nearly as steady and confident as he wants it to be, as he keeps himself still while Clarice jerks against him, her muscles clenching around him in a way that makes his moan, makes sweat bead on his brow.
He's so close he can taste it in the air, but he's not about to rush her. ]
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Date: 2018-02-19 06:27 pm (UTC)It's okay.
( Her hands drop to his waist, lowering to curve around his ass. She squeezes lightly, tugging him forward, encouraging. )
You can move. You can -- I want you to come too.
( Softly. )
Please.
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Date: 2018-02-20 04:39 pm (UTC)He doesn't last long. He can't, not like this, with Clarice wrapped all around him and her sweet pleas in the shell of his ear, her muscles trembling under his fingers, the two of them so shock full of sensations and feelings he can't resist, choking on his breaths when he comes, stilling once again, muscles locking up.
He lets out a long, drawn-out groan, muffling it only slightly against Clarice's skin, his fingers pushing into her skin hard enough to leave marks as he trembles through his orgasm. ]
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Date: 2018-02-20 09:15 pm (UTC)They both come back to themselves by degrees, the thrumming of her skin not quite settling, but lessening. Her breathing slowly refinding it's pace. The noise she makes when he eventually pulls away is soft, but instead of rushing to find her clothes, to make this something grubby and furtive, she reaches out and pulls him close enough for a kiss. )
I like you.
( It's oddly serious, more of a vow, and she tucks sweaty hair behind his ear. )
Okay? I really like you. This isn't --. ( A quick fuck. She hopes he knows that even as she moves, muscles protesting and skin sticky. He has to know. )
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Date: 2018-02-21 08:18 pm (UTC)Her words find their way under his skin, burrowing close, warming him up to his core. ]
I know. It isn't for me, either. [ He licks his lips. ] I want this. You. Not just for right now, either. Like - long term.
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Date: 2018-03-01 01:51 pm (UTC)Shivering pleasantly, she nudges him with her socked foot. )
Pass me my jeans?
( There's no reason to be embarrassed. They're both a mess. A delicious mess. )
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Date: 2018-03-02 10:42 am (UTC)He stops for a moment, just - looking. She's still sitting on the desk, her legs spread open, her nipples still hard, her hair a mess all around her face, her lips kissed full and red. It's like a punch to the gut, looking at her like that, so beautiful and not even realizing that she is. John licks his lips before walking back over, handing Clarice her clothes. ]
Here. I'm sorry about - your underwear.
[ He's honestly not that sorry at all. ]
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Date: 2018-03-08 03:37 pm (UTC)Seriously? It was the hottest thing. Like, ( She makes a noise like an explosion, pulling her jeans onto her legs to slide into them and stand up. It's surprising how decidedly unawkward this is, how she's feeling only the glow and not the shame that usually accompanies just letting go. ) Next time I'll just go commando. At least until I can raid a Victoria Secret or something.
( Her smile is impish, full of promise as she moves to shrug her shirt back on. Her boots go next and then she's running a hand through her hair to try and tidy it up. She feels wrecked, she's not sure how she could look any less obvious. )
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Date: 2018-03-09 07:29 pm (UTC)Next time, [ He says softly, because they've both just said this isn't a one-time thing for them and they want more. The words still taste delicious on his tongue as he says them, though. ]
Next time, I'll make sure we get a bed.
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Date: 2018-03-24 07:18 pm (UTC)Mm, now I'm definitely holding you to that. And against it.
( Pressing up, she kisses him slow and lingering before pulling back. )
See you later.