[ 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: 2018-02-14 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.