[ His stomach ties up in knots as she talks, with nerves as much as it does with some kind of anticipation, the idea of getting to sleep with Clarice in his arms again reawakening the same hunger he felt so recently. ]
No, I - I want to. Clarice, I want to. [ He wants her, so bad, it's making his head spin.
He licks his lips again, leaning in a fraction. ]
Okay.
[ And he's about to kiss her, of course, when the roof door opens and closes, making John startle, because he'd been so focused on Clarice he didn't even notice. But he's up in seconds, hand clasped around Clarice's as he helps her up as well, nodding at Pedro as he takes their place. ]
It's been very quiet, thankfully. Thanks, man.
[ He clasps his shoulder, before walking away, following Clarice downstairs, anticipation rushing through his veins. ]
( Zingo follows them down the stairs, but instead of coming with them she trots down the hallway. Clarice knows she'll be safe here at least, she'll probably go and find Marco. ) I guess she didn't think much of my box bed idea.
( Lacing their fingers together, she tugs John down the corridor to where she stops at a door. Clarice nudges it open, handle creaky, and then peers into the gloom with John. ) So I really wasn't lying about it being a closet. ( She's wedged a cot up against the back wall and there's a light burning, but it probably looks more cramped than it does cosy. ) But it has a door.
( A pause. ) And me.
( She takes him further into the "room". At least they're able to both stand inside it. )
[ He follows Clarice down to the tiny room she's found for herself. The cot seems too small to even fit one, let alone two, but John still steps in after her, the door closing behind them.
It's a different kind of silence from what it was on the roof, and somehow, it's full of tension now. He swallows around the lump of feelings in his throat, curling a hand around Clarice's wrist. ]
We should probably sleep.
[ Because he wants a million things but it doesn't feel any more responsible to act on it now than it did to act on it the day before. There's barely more privacy here, maybe even less, and his heart feel like it's been broken by Lorna's betrayal, and yet all he wants is to step into Clarice's space and act on the I want to take my time that he told her previously. ]
( Clarice is ridiculously nervous about this. Sure, she shared a bed with him the night before but somehow that feels like it was years ago instead of just a handful of hours. Part of her doesn't know how the others have done this for so long, already she's pretty much aged prematurely.
She won't let the anxiety stop her though. Instead she guides him to the cot, firm insistence in her voice as she presses a palm to his shoulder. ) Sit.
( When he does, she kneels down to start unlacing his heavy combat boots. Clarice is careful as she moves, not looking at him. She wants to help him and maybe it's a little weird to be tugging his boots off, but she's doing it anyway. The first one gets placed neatly beside the bed, the laces tucked so that if he has to run they're there and ready. )
[ It's strange, to be the one someone is taking care of. Because he's no idiot, and he knows this is what's happening here. The way Clarice guides him to sit, gently removes his boots one by one, her movements precise and determined, it reminds him of doing exactly the same thing.
It reminds him of how she did the same thing before, helping him with his back, touching him so gently his heart ached, thundered in his chest. It's the same now, as she puts her second boot on the floor next to the first one. John reaches out, lifting her chin with two fingers for their eyes to meet. ]
Hey, [ He says, gently, a whisper in the tiny room as his free fingers tuck hair away from her face. ] C'mere. [ And he tugs her closer, because if he doesn't get to kiss her right now, he might break. ]
( She goes with the tug easily, her knees pressed at each side of his thighs where they dig into the cot mattress. Her hands find his face, frame them as she leans in to kiss him. It's slow, lingering, her weight against his, her thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. She hasn't felt like this before and it's terrifying, but the relief that floods through her body at being allowed this is stronger than her fear.
Maybe it's selfish, but when she deepens the kiss she feels like she can survive again, her hands moving up to push into his hair, curling her fingers because she needs to hold on to him.
It doesn't last long. When John parts his lips on a sigh, Clarice deepens what might have been almost chaste. She can't help herself, fingers stroking lightly against his scalp, easing his head back, as she pulls his bottom lip between her own. When Clarice moans softly her entire body shivers with it, urgency licking along her bones.
And then she pulls back, flushed and her bright green eyes searching his face. ) Sorry. ( She shouldn't be pushing him, she just --. She wants. )
[ Her body moves to his so easily, so willingly that John feels like he's breaking, his chest feeling too tight and his heart feeling too big. He tilts his head back into her kiss, one of his hands in her hair, the other pressing against her back, fingers digging in the dips of her spine. She deepens the kiss and John feels alive again, pressing his chest to hers, wanting it, and so much more. He's back to feeling like a teenager, clinging to Clarice like if he lets go, she might disappear. He couldn't bear it.
Goosebumps rise all over his arms when she pulls his bottom lip between hers, a deep groan rumbling up his chest and sensations shooting down straight to his groin.
This feels like even worse timing than it was before, but he was strong the night before, and he doesn't know if he can be, tonight. He doesn't want to, not when he wants Clarice so much he's shaking with it.
When she apologizes, he opens dazed eyes to look into her, confused. ] Why?
Because --. ( Because she's worried she's taking advantage of him, because he's tired, because Lorna's gone, because this a terrible time to do this. Clarice bites her own lip, teeth making the colour go pale. ) Just, because.
( She's in his lap now, her hands are still in his hair, and he looks like that. ) You can tell me to stop. We can sleep. But if you don't then I'm going to kiss you again and I don't think I'll be able to stop.
( It's painfully honest, her chest heaving with each breath because she's losing her mind. )
[ She says we can sleep and at this point, John has no idea if he'll ever be able to. She looks a little disheveled, her eyes bright in the semi-darkness, her lips swollen from their kisses, and John -
John is very, very strong, but he's not that strong. Sure, there are a myriad of reasons why not to do this, why they should wait, when their hearts aren't bleeding and their lives haven't just been turned inside out, but there's also the fact that John is feeling alive, and not because he's in the middle of a fight and the adrenaline pumping through his veins is due to fear.
He licks his lips, eyes traveling all over her face. ]
I don't want to stop.
[ He doesn't. For all the reasons he knows they should, he doesn't want to. ]
( The laugh of relief that his words pull from her is quickly smothered when she leans back in. This time she doesn't try to tame her kisses, letting the hunger and want finally free from the cage she'd housed it in. Her hands move back to his hair, running her fingers through it before curving a palm against his throat. When she shifts, it's to get closer this time, the only thing between them are their clothes and he feels real and solid against her.
He's right there, and it's all she needs now.
Her heart is racing in her chest, a frantic flutter that makes her feel like she's something otherworldly. Clarice's hands shift, flatten against his shoulders and then drag down, over his sides, greedy fingers slipping under the hem just so she can feel his skin. )
[ Before he spoke, Clarice had looked worried, and unsure. Like she expected him to stop her, to be John - responsible, rigid, unyielding. And he had been this John for so long that he barely realized he didn't have to be, every second of every day. It had become too much of a habit, but one he's decided to kick, starting here and now. Yes, he is a leader and he has responsibilities, but he also has a responsibility to himself, a responsibility to live his life. Clarice reminded him of that, and as soon as he said it, she lost the worried look, only to kiss him again, hungrily, making him respond with the same urgency.
Stopping now seemed like the most cruel thing he could ever do to himself. He groans gently into her mouth as he presses up against her, his arms wrapped tight around her back, one hand mimicking hers and slipping under her shirt as his muscles tense against her touch, his teeth pulling at her bottom lip, before he pulls away just to say: ] Please tell me this closet door locks.
( Because it did have a key and she'd pocketed it earlier. She can't stop looking at him, her expression caught between longing and something close to bashful. She hadn't assumed, but the thought had occurred to her. Maybe that was just as bad.
Untangling herself from him, Clarice moves the few short steps it takes the get the key into the lock, turning it so that if anyone did try to get in they'd have time. When that's done she's kicking her own boots off and returning to him, leaning in to press her lips to his forehead, the side of his nose, his mouth. She can't quite keep the jumble of thoughts straight in her head, so she lets instinct take over. )
Lie down?
( It's a suggestion but there's something warm in it. )
[ He can't take his eyes off of her when she moves away, locks the door and takes her shoes off. He's hypnotized, completely taken by the way she moves, her hips swaying, every move seemingly full of intent, now. She makes his chest feel tight, like he can't breathe without her touch, and John can't find himself to mind. Instead, he wants it, so much it makes him shiver in anticipation.
She comes back to him, and they're both fully clothed but he still follows her lead, lying down on the bed when she asks, her voice warm and soft. He reaches out, his hand wrapping around her thigh, the other going to the back of his head.
He doesn't say anything - all he can think of saying is that she can do anything she wants to him, and he has a feeling she already knows that. ]
( She nudges his knees apart when she climbs on top of the cot, sitting between his thighs. She wasn't wrong, it's definitely going to be a squeeze when they finally do sleep but part of her doesn't care. She wants him with her. They'll work it out.
For now, Clarice only looks at him, her fingers moving to sweep his fringe back from his forehead. He's so beautiful it physically pains her, his dark eyes and the line of his jaw and his mouth. She wants him so much it feels like something impossible just to start. But then she puts her hands on him again, running them down over his sides and along the strip of skin at the hem of his shirt, intent clearly written on her face.
She tugs, until he leans up on his elbows, until she can pull his shirt up and over his head. She still doesn't want to rush, waiting until he's lain back down to trace her touch along his clavicle, the centre of his ribcage. Clarice's hands frame him and she rubs the flat of her thumb against each nipple, just letting herself touch. )
You're amazing.
( It's a whisper, she just can't keep the thought in. )
[ His legs curl around hers, anticipation making his heart pick up speed in his chest. He's all too eager to help her get his shirt off, but doesn't move further, letting Clarice take her time for now - he might want to do exactly the same later, and wants to be afforded the opportunity. It's not exactly difficult for him to keep himself in check, every emotion simmering right under the surface. He does dry-swallow when she thumbs at his nipples, his eyes lifting to meet hers as his muscles contract under her touch. ]
Can I - I want to see you, too. [ A pause, and then: ]Please.
( Clarice peels her t-shirt off without comment, and then pauses for a second before she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. It falls away easily, her nipples already hard, skin covered in goosebumps. She's clearly already affected, they both are. Maybe that's why she wants this with him. They're the same, this means the same to both of them. )
So polite.
( Her voice sounds teasing, but there's nothing to mask the raw emotion in her face. Clarice curls her fingers around his wrists then lifts them, placing them on her chest and covering his with her own palms. She squeezes his hand, rolling her hips unconsciously. It's instinct, and need, and the inability to still herself. )
[ His eyes drink her in - from tan lines along her shoulders to obvious scars he has to wonder about, he looks at her with wide eyes and parted lips, throat drying out when her bra comes off, when she takes his hands and puts them to her.
But it's her words that spur him to action. She speaks, and it's like something breaks inside him. Suddenly, he's sitting up, kissing her hard as he rolls her nipples between his fingers, groaning against her lips, arousal exploding inside him as he pushes his tongue past her lips. ]
( She lets go of his hands to dig her fingers into his shoulders, responding to the kiss with equal fervour. Clarice feels like she's electric, teasing his tongue with her own. Hips pressing together, she drags her hands down his back, not scratching but insistent and firm, mapping out the shape of his body. She wants to touch him everywhere, tracing the notches in his spine as they kiss.
She wants so much more.
Panting against his mouth, her fingers dip in the gap at the back of his jeans, her teeth teasing his bottom lip before she drags her tongue along it soothingly. Rocking against him, she drags her mouth against his jaw, pulling the skin there in a bite. )John. ( It's helplessly murmured against his skin, her hands trembling she gets them on his waistband. )
[ His hands wander, too, from her breasts to her back, her hips, up along her sides and back to her breasts, wanting to map out her body, memorize it entirely and never, ever forget what she looks like, what she feels like.
When she squirms against him and starts talking again, John can't help but groan. ]
It's more than okay, it's - please - [ He says it again, sounding as desperate as he feels. ] - God, I want you so much.
( Clarice pulls away, shifting until she's got enough room to undo the fly on his jeans, still trembling when she's tugging the zipper down. It's nervous and it's wanting and it's too much and she can't help but make a small, someone wrecked sound in the back of her throat. )
Lift your hips for me.
( He does and she pulls the denim over his hips and then swears colourfully, flinging her legs off the cot so she can stand free them. Then she's tugging on her own, dark hair falling down around her as she struggles with them. )
[ Despite himself, and despite the arousal churning low in his stomach as he watches Clarice, John chuckles, a low, fond sound as he looks at her. ]
Well, your least sexy is still incredibly sexy, so you're fine.
[ He reaches out, fingers sliding to the back of her thigh, brushing the elastic of her panties as he pulls her close, burying his face in her stomach, lips dragging against her hipbone as he closes his eyes. ]
( Her inhale is sharp, goosebumps following the wake of his touch. Her eyes close for a second, heart lurching in her chest. He's so gentle and she's not sure how to deal with that. This isn't just sex for sex's sake, she's not trying to navigate the possibility of being in love. She is and it feels monumental in a way she doesn't have the words for.
Her fingers curl around his jaw, tipping his head up so she can kiss him from where she stands. It's softer than the others, something delicate and fragile in the way she touches him. Her hands are insistent when they push him back again, when she climbs to straddle him. They're only separated by thin fabric now, Clarice can feel the shape of him where they press together. She's sure he can feel the heat between her thighs too. It's instinct to rock her hips slowly against his, even as she's moving to kiss his throat, teasing his skin into a bruise that won't really come. She's falling apart and it feels amazing. )
[ He presses his face into her stomach for a moment, just for a second of complete and utter vulnerability, something he refuses to show to anyone else - even his very best friends. They all count too much on him, they all need him to be John Proudstar, Thunderbird too much for him to break apart at the seams. But here, and now, he can, because the Mutant isn't who Clarice needs, or wants.
She wants John, the guy behind the armor and the responsibilities. And it's realizing that, it's what felt like a switch in his head, made him see that their connection ran much deeper than two mutants fighting side by side for their freedom. She showed him her broken heart and he'd held her through her tears, not some kind of leader, just a guy that ached for a girl.
And that - that is what he attempts to show in the way he kisses her when she bends towards him, when she pulls him back to lie down, when she straddles him and he licks at her lips again, pushes past with a soft, heartfelt moan at the roll of her hips into his.
This is what he wants her to know as his hands slide around her back, spanning large expanses of skin, fingertips pressing in as he arches into her body, wanting to be as close to her as physically possible. ]
( She can't think and not a single part of her cares.
Every kiss breathes a kind of quiet into her usually busy mind. It's far more gentle than anything she'd thought herself capable of, soft, daring pressing of their lips, hands restlessly moving over each other's skin.
Clarice makes a small, eager sound when he arches against her, swaying into him. They're creatures of helpless motion, just the two of them and the insistent tremble in their skin, the rolling of their hips. Powerless to the wealth of emotion inside of her, she keeps grinding slowly against him, breaking their kiss with a gasp. Her eyes are still bright in the dim light, lips swollen, hair a tangle.
She's never felt more beautiful, and it's all because of the way he looks at her. )
I want --.
( What does she want? Everything. She wants him, in any way she's allowed. )
[ They kiss, intent and slow and like they have all the time in the world, which, right now, it feels like they do, and John wants it, wants to spend the rest of his days right here and now, in Clarice's arms, her skin against his, her muscles trembling under his touch, goosebumps rising all over his arms.
It's not how their lives work, but for now, it's a beautiful daydream. And so they kiss, languid and slow and hot enough to warm up the small space they've found themselves in, all tongues and noses bumping and grazing touches, until Clarice pulls back just a fraction, making John shiver when she speaks. ]
What? [ He reaches up, tucking hair behind her pointy ear, fingers grazing the shell of her ear, soft on the downstroke. ]
What do you want? Tell me. [ He sounds like he's begging. ]
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Date: 2018-01-26 06:53 pm (UTC)No, I - I want to. Clarice, I want to. [ He wants her, so bad, it's making his head spin.
He licks his lips again, leaning in a fraction. ]
Okay.
[ And he's about to kiss her, of course, when the roof door opens and closes, making John startle, because he'd been so focused on Clarice he didn't even notice. But he's up in seconds, hand clasped around Clarice's as he helps her up as well, nodding at Pedro as he takes their place. ]
It's been very quiet, thankfully. Thanks, man.
[ He clasps his shoulder, before walking away, following Clarice downstairs, anticipation rushing through his veins. ]
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Date: 2018-01-26 07:17 pm (UTC)( Lacing their fingers together, she tugs John down the corridor to where she stops at a door. Clarice nudges it open, handle creaky, and then peers into the gloom with John. ) So I really wasn't lying about it being a closet. ( She's wedged a cot up against the back wall and there's a light burning, but it probably looks more cramped than it does cosy. ) But it has a door.
( A pause. ) And me.
( She takes him further into the "room". At least they're able to both stand inside it. )
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Date: 2018-01-27 02:19 pm (UTC)It's a different kind of silence from what it was on the roof, and somehow, it's full of tension now. He swallows around the lump of feelings in his throat, curling a hand around Clarice's wrist. ]
We should probably sleep.
[ Because he wants a million things but it doesn't feel any more responsible to act on it now than it did to act on it the day before. There's barely more privacy here, maybe even less, and his heart feel like it's been broken by Lorna's betrayal, and yet all he wants is to step into Clarice's space and act on the I want to take my time that he told her previously. ]
I hope that cot is king size.
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Date: 2018-01-27 03:53 pm (UTC)( Clarice is ridiculously nervous about this. Sure, she shared a bed with him the night before but somehow that feels like it was years ago instead of just a handful of hours. Part of her doesn't know how the others have done this for so long, already she's pretty much aged prematurely.
She won't let the anxiety stop her though. Instead she guides him to the cot, firm insistence in her voice as she presses a palm to his shoulder. ) Sit.
( When he does, she kneels down to start unlacing his heavy combat boots. Clarice is careful as she moves, not looking at him. She wants to help him and maybe it's a little weird to be tugging his boots off, but she's doing it anyway. The first one gets placed neatly beside the bed, the laces tucked so that if he has to run they're there and ready. )
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Date: 2018-01-27 05:14 pm (UTC)It reminds him of how she did the same thing before, helping him with his back, touching him so gently his heart ached, thundered in his chest. It's the same now, as she puts her second boot on the floor next to the first one. John reaches out, lifting her chin with two fingers for their eyes to meet. ]
Hey, [ He says, gently, a whisper in the tiny room as his free fingers tuck hair away from her face. ] C'mere. [ And he tugs her closer, because if he doesn't get to kiss her right now, he might break. ]
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Date: 2018-01-27 05:36 pm (UTC)Maybe it's selfish, but when she deepens the kiss she feels like she can survive again, her hands moving up to push into his hair, curling her fingers because she needs to hold on to him.
It doesn't last long. When John parts his lips on a sigh, Clarice deepens what might have been almost chaste. She can't help herself, fingers stroking lightly against his scalp, easing his head back, as she pulls his bottom lip between her own. When Clarice moans softly her entire body shivers with it, urgency licking along her bones.
And then she pulls back, flushed and her bright green eyes searching his face. ) Sorry. ( She shouldn't be pushing him, she just --. She wants. )
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Date: 2018-01-27 05:58 pm (UTC)Goosebumps rise all over his arms when she pulls his bottom lip between hers, a deep groan rumbling up his chest and sensations shooting down straight to his groin.
This feels like even worse timing than it was before, but he was strong the night before, and he doesn't know if he can be, tonight. He doesn't want to, not when he wants Clarice so much he's shaking with it.
When she apologizes, he opens dazed eyes to look into her, confused. ] Why?
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Date: 2018-01-27 06:03 pm (UTC)( She's in his lap now, her hands are still in his hair, and he looks like that. ) You can tell me to stop. We can sleep. But if you don't then I'm going to kiss you again and I don't think I'll be able to stop.
( It's painfully honest, her chest heaving with each breath because she's losing her mind. )
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Date: 2018-01-27 06:24 pm (UTC)John is very, very strong, but he's not that strong. Sure, there are a myriad of reasons why not to do this, why they should wait, when their hearts aren't bleeding and their lives haven't just been turned inside out, but there's also the fact that John is feeling alive, and not because he's in the middle of a fight and the adrenaline pumping through his veins is due to fear.
He licks his lips, eyes traveling all over her face. ]
I don't want to stop.
[ He doesn't. For all the reasons he knows they should, he doesn't want to. ]
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Date: 2018-01-28 04:37 pm (UTC)He's right there, and it's all she needs now.
Her heart is racing in her chest, a frantic flutter that makes her feel like she's something otherworldly. Clarice's hands shift, flatten against his shoulders and then drag down, over his sides, greedy fingers slipping under the hem just so she can feel his skin. )
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Date: 2018-01-28 06:23 pm (UTC)Stopping now seemed like the most cruel thing he could ever do to himself. He groans gently into her mouth as he presses up against her, his arms wrapped tight around her back, one hand mimicking hers and slipping under her shirt as his muscles tense against her touch, his teeth pulling at her bottom lip, before he pulls away just to say: ] Please tell me this closet door locks.
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Date: 2018-01-28 07:17 pm (UTC)( Because it did have a key and she'd pocketed it earlier. She can't stop looking at him, her expression caught between longing and something close to bashful. She hadn't assumed, but the thought had occurred to her. Maybe that was just as bad.
Untangling herself from him, Clarice moves the few short steps it takes the get the key into the lock, turning it so that if anyone did try to get in they'd have time. When that's done she's kicking her own boots off and returning to him, leaning in to press her lips to his forehead, the side of his nose, his mouth. She can't quite keep the jumble of thoughts straight in her head, so she lets instinct take over. )
Lie down?
( It's a suggestion but there's something warm in it. )
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Date: 2018-01-28 08:12 pm (UTC)She comes back to him, and they're both fully clothed but he still follows her lead, lying down on the bed when she asks, her voice warm and soft. He reaches out, his hand wrapping around her thigh, the other going to the back of his head.
He doesn't say anything - all he can think of saying is that she can do anything she wants to him, and he has a feeling she already knows that. ]
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Date: 2018-01-28 08:27 pm (UTC)For now, Clarice only looks at him, her fingers moving to sweep his fringe back from his forehead. He's so beautiful it physically pains her, his dark eyes and the line of his jaw and his mouth. She wants him so much it feels like something impossible just to start. But then she puts her hands on him again, running them down over his sides and along the strip of skin at the hem of his shirt, intent clearly written on her face.
She tugs, until he leans up on his elbows, until she can pull his shirt up and over his head. She still doesn't want to rush, waiting until he's lain back down to trace her touch along his clavicle, the centre of his ribcage. Clarice's hands frame him and she rubs the flat of her thumb against each nipple, just letting herself touch. )
You're amazing.
( It's a whisper, she just can't keep the thought in. )
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Date: 2018-01-28 08:48 pm (UTC)Can I - I want to see you, too. [ A pause, and then: ] Please.
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Date: 2018-01-28 09:15 pm (UTC)So polite.
( Her voice sounds teasing, but there's nothing to mask the raw emotion in her face. Clarice curls her fingers around his wrists then lifts them, placing them on her chest and covering his with her own palms. She squeezes his hand, rolling her hips unconsciously. It's instinct, and need, and the inability to still herself. )
You can have whatever you want, John.
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Date: 2018-01-28 09:28 pm (UTC)But it's her words that spur him to action. She speaks, and it's like something breaks inside him. Suddenly, he's sitting up, kissing her hard as he rolls her nipples between his fingers, groaning against her lips, arousal exploding inside him as he pushes his tongue past her lips. ]
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Date: 2018-01-28 09:58 pm (UTC)She wants so much more.
Panting against his mouth, her fingers dip in the gap at the back of his jeans, her teeth teasing his bottom lip before she drags her tongue along it soothingly. Rocking against him, she drags her mouth against his jaw, pulling the skin there in a bite. ) John. ( It's helplessly murmured against his skin, her hands trembling she gets them on his waistband. )
I --. ( Flushing. ) I want to --. This is okay?
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Date: 2018-01-28 10:34 pm (UTC)When she squirms against him and starts talking again, John can't help but groan. ]
It's more than okay, it's - please - [ He says it again, sounding as desperate as he feels. ] - God, I want you so much.
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Date: 2018-01-28 10:46 pm (UTC)Lift your hips for me.
( He does and she pulls the denim over his hips and then swears colourfully, flinging her legs off the cot so she can stand free them. Then she's tugging on her own, dark hair falling down around her as she struggles with them. )
This is the least sexy I have ever been.
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Date: 2018-01-28 11:18 pm (UTC)Well, your least sexy is still incredibly sexy, so you're fine.
[ He reaches out, fingers sliding to the back of her thigh, brushing the elastic of her panties as he pulls her close, burying his face in her stomach, lips dragging against her hipbone as he closes his eyes. ]
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Date: 2018-01-30 05:35 pm (UTC)Her fingers curl around his jaw, tipping his head up so she can kiss him from where she stands. It's softer than the others, something delicate and fragile in the way she touches him. Her hands are insistent when they push him back again, when she climbs to straddle him. They're only separated by thin fabric now, Clarice can feel the shape of him where they press together. She's sure he can feel the heat between her thighs too. It's instinct to rock her hips slowly against his, even as she's moving to kiss his throat, teasing his skin into a bruise that won't really come. She's falling apart and it feels amazing. )
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Date: 2018-01-31 09:44 am (UTC)She wants John, the guy behind the armor and the responsibilities. And it's realizing that, it's what felt like a switch in his head, made him see that their connection ran much deeper than two mutants fighting side by side for their freedom. She showed him her broken heart and he'd held her through her tears, not some kind of leader, just a guy that ached for a girl.
And that - that is what he attempts to show in the way he kisses her when she bends towards him, when she pulls him back to lie down, when she straddles him and he licks at her lips again, pushes past with a soft, heartfelt moan at the roll of her hips into his.
This is what he wants her to know as his hands slide around her back, spanning large expanses of skin, fingertips pressing in as he arches into her body, wanting to be as close to her as physically possible. ]
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Date: 2018-02-14 02:30 pm (UTC)Every kiss breathes a kind of quiet into her usually busy mind. It's far more gentle than anything she'd thought herself capable of, soft, daring pressing of their lips, hands restlessly moving over each other's skin.
Clarice makes a small, eager sound when he arches against her, swaying into him. They're creatures of helpless motion, just the two of them and the insistent tremble in their skin, the rolling of their hips. Powerless to the wealth of emotion inside of her, she keeps grinding slowly against him, breaking their kiss with a gasp. Her eyes are still bright in the dim light, lips swollen, hair a tangle.
She's never felt more beautiful, and it's all because of the way he looks at her. )
I want --.
( What does she want? Everything. She wants him, in any way she's allowed. )
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Date: 2018-02-14 03:56 pm (UTC)It's not how their lives work, but for now, it's a beautiful daydream. And so they kiss, languid and slow and hot enough to warm up the small space they've found themselves in, all tongues and noses bumping and grazing touches, until Clarice pulls back just a fraction, making John shiver when she speaks. ]
What? [ He reaches up, tucking hair behind her pointy ear, fingers grazing the shell of her ear, soft on the downstroke. ]
What do you want? Tell me. [ He sounds like he's begging. ]
i'm really struggling with POSITIONS lmao. so let's pretend it can just magically happen
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