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. ]
( She doesn't know how to say it. Telling him that they should fuck doesn't exactly encompass it, because this is more about their feelings. So instead, Clarice just shifts on the cot until she can wriggle out of her panties, removing his underwear with more care that she's ever touched him. When they're naked, not a strip of fabric between them, Clarice wraps her hand around his cock and strokes upwards, thumbing over the slit. Her gaze is warm, heated, desperately focused on every single reaction that flickers on his face. )
And me.
( Shuffling forward, Clarice presses her free hand on his shoulder. She's already wet, and part of her feels bold and daring when she rubs the tip of his dick between her lips, thumb tracing circles against warm skin. ) And this.
( She wants nothing more than to sink down on him, let him fill her up inside. ) Tell me I can.
[ His breath catches against his tongue when Clarice wraps a hand around his erection, the touch sending lightning bolts straight up his spine. He bucks against her, unable to help himself, his eyes closing at the sensation, rushing through him like fire in his veins.
He shivers when she moves closer again, teasing, a question in her eyes when he opens his own to look into hers, like there was any way he was ever going to say no. He lets out a slow breath, and wraps an arm around her middle, pulling her down onto him as he lifts his hips again, joining them in one smooth thrust. ]
( It's almost too much. They fit together so easily and the rush of heat it sends through her body has her breath stuttering and her eyes falling closed. Clarice knows she can't make too much noise, but his name falls free from her lips anyway, a shakey whisper that is too loud in the quiet. Taking a minute to indulge in the feeling, she smoothes his hair back from his eyes just to touch him, body trembling around him.
When she starts to move, it's slow, careful. A roll of her hips against his, the feeling of him pressed against sensitive nerves. It's been a long time, but she doesn't feel shy. Not when he watches her so intently.
Kissing him, Clarice clutches onto his arms, using her grip to help ease her back up. She still moves gently, but there's a purpose behind it, teeth biting his lip when he pushes back inside of her. )
[ She says his name and it sounds deafening in his ears, just as much as the groan he can't keep in does, his eyes closing when she touches him, settles on his lap, his feet planted on the ground like an anchor as everything else he's made of shakes in the wake of his feelings., the sensation overwhelming.
Clarice doesn't move for a moment, and John's fingers flex on her hips, trying his best not to dig in too hard as he opens his eyes again, looking straight at her, head tilted, taken by what he can see in the depths of her eyes. When she finally starts moving, John gasps into their kiss, the drag and pull so good he shivers, forcing himself to stay still, let Clarice set the rhythm. ]
( It's slow, but there's no less passion for it. In fact, Clarice would like to move a little faster, a little more frantically. She just knows that's not what they need right now. Instead she keeps her movements careful, makes sure they both feel every second of it, eeking out the delicious agony of making love.
Because that's what they're doing. This isn't a quick fuck. This isn't just two people falling together. They've been through hell and it doesn't look like it'll be any better, but goddamn does she want to make sure he enjoys it.
Every movement is lingering, deep, Clarice grinding against him whenever they meet fully. Her breathing is wrecked already, sweat along her collarbone, her green eyes wide and desperate. She never wants to let him go, her body suddenly alive and eager just because they have this. It's been a long time coming. She can't stop touching him, hungry fingers running through his hair before dropping to his shoulders, palms gliding over his chest. )
[ It's definitely no quick fuck. John's never been good with those anyway, but he's unable to even consider it with Clarice, who is someone he might very well be in love with, or falling in love with. He wants to - He wants to take care of her, sweet and tender and careful, make sure she's enjoying herself, make sure she realizes she's loved. That she knows he cares, deeply, too much, probably.
He gasps, every time Clarice bottoms out and rolls her hips against his own, every time she looks into his eyes, looking desperate and electric and making John wrap his arms tighter around her, hips moving up as they move, just barely, just enough to drive him right out of his mind.
He wants this, wants her, so much it's scaring him, because he doesn't know how to tell her, doesn't know how to show her. But maybe now, here, this - maybe it's enough for Clarice to realize just how deep in John is, how ready he is to give her his all, right alongside the Underground.
She gets to have a part of him no one else does, and he wants her to know. ]
( He's beautiful. She's known that since the moment they met, and while it hadn't been love at first sight it had been something. Clarice finds herself captivated by the look on his face. How open it is, how honest. There's been no disguising the hunger they both have for each other, the need that burns through their veins. This is different. The parts they've tried to hide laid bare for the night.
There's no disguising how he looks at her and makes her feel wanted.
Overcome, Clarice wraps an arm around his shoulders, presses her face to his neck, shifting her hips. They're pressed so close together now that she can feel each shaking breath he takes, the hardness of his nipples, the firmness of his stomach. She has never felt safer in such a vulnerable, compromised position. )
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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
Date: 2018-02-19 07:22 pm (UTC)( She doesn't know how to say it. Telling him that they should fuck doesn't exactly encompass it, because this is more about their feelings. So instead, Clarice just shifts on the cot until she can wriggle out of her panties, removing his underwear with more care that she's ever touched him. When they're naked, not a strip of fabric between them, Clarice wraps her hand around his cock and strokes upwards, thumbing over the slit. Her gaze is warm, heated, desperately focused on every single reaction that flickers on his face. )
And me.
( Shuffling forward, Clarice presses her free hand on his shoulder. She's already wet, and part of her feels bold and daring when she rubs the tip of his dick between her lips, thumb tracing circles against warm skin. ) And this.
( She wants nothing more than to sink down on him, let him fill her up inside. ) Tell me I can.
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Date: 2018-02-21 04:07 pm (UTC)He shivers when she moves closer again, teasing, a question in her eyes when he opens his own to look into hers, like there was any way he was ever going to say no. He lets out a slow breath, and wraps an arm around her middle, pulling her down onto him as he lifts his hips again, joining them in one smooth thrust. ]
Please -
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Date: 2018-02-28 04:10 pm (UTC)When she starts to move, it's slow, careful. A roll of her hips against his, the feeling of him pressed against sensitive nerves. It's been a long time, but she doesn't feel shy. Not when he watches her so intently.
Kissing him, Clarice clutches onto his arms, using her grip to help ease her back up. She still moves gently, but there's a purpose behind it, teeth biting his lip when he pushes back inside of her. )
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Date: 2018-03-01 11:27 am (UTC)Clarice doesn't move for a moment, and John's fingers flex on her hips, trying his best not to dig in too hard as he opens his eyes again, looking straight at her, head tilted, taken by what he can see in the depths of her eyes. When she finally starts moving, John gasps into their kiss, the drag and pull so good he shivers, forcing himself to stay still, let Clarice set the rhythm. ]
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:07 pm (UTC)Because that's what they're doing. This isn't a quick fuck. This isn't just two people falling together. They've been through hell and it doesn't look like it'll be any better, but goddamn does she want to make sure he enjoys it.
Every movement is lingering, deep, Clarice grinding against him whenever they meet fully. Her breathing is wrecked already, sweat along her collarbone, her green eyes wide and desperate. She never wants to let him go, her body suddenly alive and eager just because they have this. It's been a long time coming. She can't stop touching him, hungry fingers running through his hair before dropping to his shoulders, palms gliding over his chest. )
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Date: 2018-03-05 03:24 pm (UTC)He gasps, every time Clarice bottoms out and rolls her hips against his own, every time she looks into his eyes, looking desperate and electric and making John wrap his arms tighter around her, hips moving up as they move, just barely, just enough to drive him right out of his mind.
He wants this, wants her, so much it's scaring him, because he doesn't know how to tell her, doesn't know how to show her. But maybe now, here, this - maybe it's enough for Clarice to realize just how deep in John is, how ready he is to give her his all, right alongside the Underground.
She gets to have a part of him no one else does, and he wants her to know. ]
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Date: 2018-03-08 04:16 pm (UTC)There's no disguising how he looks at her and makes her feel wanted.
Overcome, Clarice wraps an arm around his shoulders, presses her face to his neck, shifting her hips. They're pressed so close together now that she can feel each shaking breath he takes, the hardness of his nipples, the firmness of his stomach. She has never felt safer in such a vulnerable, compromised position. )
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