[ 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: 2018-03-02 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.