[ it is a weird time to be doing this, maybe a bad one. but she's waited for the right time before, and it ended up passing her by. she's gotten tired of it. she didn't know if she could feel something like this for somebody again, and now that she does she doesn't want to lose it. she's gotten tired of waiting, too.
she hesitates a moment, just a moment, before coming around to sit on the edge of the bed closest to where he's seated - kind of presumptuous, but they both know why she's here. ]
[ He chuckles at her question, looking at Max straight on, unblinking, unashamed, definitely not embarrassed. There's a part of him that wonders, how much longer would they have kept pretending nothing was happening between them, if they hadn't gotten stuck together in that truck. ]
I think we were at needing some real privacy.
[ And so he walks over to the door, very obviously flicking the lock into place before he turns back, stepping over to where Max is sitting, hovering for a second before he crouches down in front of her. ]
[ knowing their history, or at least hers, probably forever. or at least until it was too late to act on it.
she watches over her shoulder as he crosses the room to the door, smiling when she sees him deliberately locking the door. it's been quiet, there's no reason to assume that someone will need either of them, but that line of thinking will probably be the exact thing that jinxes them.
there's nothing interrupting them for the moment, though, and when he comes back around to crouch in front of her, she smiles again, a little slyly this time, and confirms what she wants by leaning forward to catch his mouth in a kiss. ]
[ He didn't even notice that his heart had been beating a little faster as he waited for Max to do something, or say something. But then she's leaning in and kissing him, and John surges forward, pushing back up and bending over her, his hands on her knees.
Not that he wants to be on top, just. A more comfortable, bed-adjacent position, really.
They fall right back into the rhythm they had earlier, the kiss turning a little frantic when it occurs to him that they're alone, and no one is about to barge in and bother them, now. There's a lock between them and the rest of the world, and now they can make the most of it. ]
[ this position works for now (though she might change her mind later) and max adapts to the sudden shift easily, sliding back and reclining against the mattress as he moves over her. her knees spread slightly apart to give him more space and she cups a hand around where his jaw meets his throat, kissing him back with as much urgency and intensity as he gives her. a nagging at the back of her mind reminds her that they're not in public anymore, they don't need to rush things, but then the kisses deepen and she can't seem to get enough of the contact. and she wants more of it.
her hand pulls away briefly to pull at the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head and leaving her in her bra. then she runs her hands over his head, fingers threading though his hair before they tug at the collar of his shirt. ]
[ They definitely don't have to rush things, and John doesn't exactly plan on doing so, but he's also going to give in the feelings, kissing Max hard and fierce, until she pulls back to take her shirt off. His eyes travel down along her chest as he kneels on the mattress between her legs. He straightens up, biting his bottom lip, his hands on Max's hips for a second before he pulls his own shirt over his head, muscles rippling under the skin with the move.
When he leans back down, it's to kiss along her skin, from collarbone down, along the swell of her breasts, stopping at the cup of her bra, dragging his lips along the edges. His hands move up to her shoulders, fingers delicately fitting under the straps there, pulling them down her arms slowly.
He's in no rush, but he also wants her, badly, and now they're here, well. He's not about to stop. ]
[ it's not until they pause in their kissing that she realizes how fast her heart's beating and she shifts a bit as she watches him remove his shirt, getting more leverage against the pillows. she's breathing hard as her eyes move down his body, lingering for a moment at the spot below his navel, and then he's moving back over her, mouth pressing kisses in a path along her skin.
she moans softly, breath coming in pants as one leg curves around his hip. her hands trail over his waist as he starts to pull the straps of her bra down, and she shifts her shoulders to make the task a little easier. ]
[ As he touches her, John's fingers bump over scars, barely there, and feels along, mapping her body with his mouth and fingers, wanting to remember everything that makes her breath hitch, her back arch. He gets her bra off with swift moves, pulling back to look at her, eyes traveling over her chest before shifting back up to hers.
Lips parted on harsh breaths, John dry-swallows, pupils blown wide as his hands track down along Max's stomach, slowly. They stop on the waistband of her jeans, eyes seeking permission. ]
[ she's got a few notable ones that aren't as expansive or visible as they should be (the one on her chest, for example, has faded to a near imperceptible line over her sternum), but they're still significant. mostly because whatever caused them either killed her or came really close to it. her arms move around his waist, lightly dragging her nails up and down his spine, her path occasionally interrupted when his fingertips reach a particularly sensitive spot, some of which she wasn't even aware of.
her eyes open as his hands pause at the waistband of her jeans and they meet his as she nods. ]
[ John licks his lips, pulling back to be able to open her jeans, and then moving further to tug them off her legs entirely. It feels like too much, in a way, to be doing this with Max. They've been fighting side by side for months now, learning to work with each other, getting to know each other, but it still feels surreal.
Especially here, in HQ, when everyone is walking around, getting to sleep themselves. Anything could happen at any time, and yet here is John, settling with his knees on the hardwood floor as he leans between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. ]
[ that they're not alone and in the company of several individuals who could easily overhear them has not escaped max, but she's not overly concerned with that at the moment. even less so as his lips gently brush the sensitive skin between her legs, and she clamps her mouth together in an attempt to stifle her moan, teeth sinking into her lip.
he's so careful, deliberate and gentle as he explores her body, and it seems like it shouldn't be possible. she knows what goes into military training, what it can do to you. it both makes sense that someone with that kind of background can be so meticulous and seems impossible. almost as impossible as the two of them realizing how they feel and not running away from it.
[ There is very little that John values more about himself than his control, and how he knows exactly how much he can give, how much he can take. And he likes - he loves being able to be gentle, to show he's not just a battering ram for the Underground, like he used to be for the Marines, but that there is more to him.
It surprises a lot of people.
Max makes a noise, one she tries to stifle between her lips, and John smiles, pushing closer, hands spreading Max's legs open a little wider, moving up to suck at her clit, lips tight around it. It might not be the best place for them to be loud, but John can't help himself, he's still going to try. ]
[ he succeeds. max exhales in a moan that's a little higher pitched than she's proud of, back arching and hips jerking up involuntarily. she glances up quickly to make sure she hasn't hurt him with the sudden movement, and once she's sure she hasn't she props herself up on one elbow, reaching forward to run her fingers through his hair.
she values control, too, having had to fight for it for most of her life, and then having had it ripped away from her again. it's not easy for her to relinquish it because she's scared she might not get it back. that's something he can understand, she thinks, the thought entering her mind and fading as he sucks at her a little harder.
she moans again, lower this time, and winds his fingers into his hair and tugs at it, careful not to make it hurt. ]
[ When Max shifts, John looks up, their eyes meeting, the moment electric, charged like it was earlier, when they were in the truck. He pushes back against her hand in his hair, making it clear that he doesn't mind, that he welcomes the touch, and he responds to it by adding his fingers to the proceedings, pushing one slowly inside of Max as he keeps sucking at her clit gently.
And he keeps his eyes on her, almost like a challenge, mostly so as to not miss a single second of this. He has no idea if they'll get to do it again, and if they do, when, so he better stock up on the memories and sensations. ]
[ their eyes meet, but max doesn't hold the contact. she can't, the sensations are too overwhelming. it occurs to her that this is the first time she's been touched like this in a very, very long time, and how lonely that's been. of course, the whole being hunted by the government, finding people like them, and combining forces has kept her pretty distracted. she didn't realize she'd been craving that sort of connection and contact until they'd started talking. and even then she'd almost fallen back into her old habits.
almost. but then she didn't and now they're here and she'd really like to stop thinking and focus on the moment.
her fingers wind a little tighter, still careful not to hurt, even though a voice in the back her mind reminds her that there's not much damage she can do to him. he slides a finger into her as his mouth keeps working her clit and it almost pushes her over the edge, but she holds back, forcing her eyes to meet his for a few moments longer, her hips riding the movements of his hand.
then the movements all combine at the right time, and she comes with a gasp that fades into a moan, fingers pulling tight at his hair as her body goes tense and then relaxes.
she lies back for a few moments, eyes closed as her breathing returns to normal. ]
Jesus. [ it's muttered under her breath, and once it's spoken she shifts onto her side, propping up to look at him. ]
[ It's easy to see how much she's still thinking as he touches her, and John is determined for that to change. He wants her to be incoherent, unable to string two thoughts together. That's the goal, and he's not yet achieved it.
She he keeps going, determined and focused as he can be, on a mission, because everything in his life always seems to revolve around them. But at least this one is one he is more than happy to give his everything to, and he's more than pleased when he gets to his goal, Max coming with a shuddering moan, clenching around his finger, making his smile as he pulls back, licking his lips clean.
John keeps his fingers inside her, keeping her warm and pliant, as he moves back to lie by her side, obviously hard and skin turning even darker with a flush. ]
[ she might have a retort for that very, very dumb joke if she wasn't still riding out the aftershocks, her mind taking its time to clear and her body still sensitive and very much aware of where his fingers still are. as it is, she rolls her eyes before swinging her leg over his hip, tracing her foot back and forth over his calf. from the shift in position she can feel him hard against the inside of her thigh, and her heartbeat races in her throat. ]
I don't suppose you've prepared for this kind of thing?
[ condoms aren't exactly easy to come by in their situation. ]
[ Well, that's awkward. Not the position, or the moment, just - the question, and what it implies. Because John does have condoms, and did prepare for such moments, but not... for Max in particular. Which he is sure she doesn't exactly mind, but it's still not something he really wants to visit, right now.
Still, he reaches out to the pillow, hand digging on the inside of the pillowcase, until he pulls out a condom, holding it out between two fingers. ]
Have to hide them from thieving teenagers.
[ he should probably give them access rather than risk teenage pregnancies in the Underground, thinking about it... ]
Marcos always buys them whenever he goes into town. Which sounds weirder than it is, honestly.
[ given that she's recently confessed her own tragic, doomed love story to him earlier in the day, she's not going to care much about them not being intended for her. she knows it's a possibility; the transgenics and mutants have only recently formed a partnership and she hasn't been running with them for that long, comparatively. (if whoever they were for becomes an issue in the future, she might care, but she doesn't really want to think about things like that, either.)
she raises an eyebrow at the hiding place, but it makes sense. especially if there's enough teenagers willing to break in to steal them to warrant one. ]
Are they for everyone?
[ it's only weird if he's stealing them from marcos. ]
Yeah, they are. I'm not stealing them from him, if that's what you're thinking.
[ If John thinks about it, he's pretty sure that Lorna and Marcos aren't exactly depleting the supply that Marcos likes to buy. Babies don't happen by magic.
Not that John wants to think about it. ]
He just wants everybody to be safe, because we do have an amount of teenagers around here.
[ He almost adds that some people don't want to have mutant kids in the environment they live in. But, while valid, that is too somber a thought for right now. ]
Smart. [ especially since teenagers aren't the only ones who need them, as made evident by their current activities.
the thought of bringing a kid into the world, especially with mutants and transgenics being as hunted as they are, is terrifying. she doesn't know how marcos and lorna are handling it, or how gem is. but then gem hadn't really had a choice, and that is really something she doesn't want to think about at the moment.
with her free hand, she reaches forward and plucks the condom from between his fingers, raising her eyebrows as she meets his eyes again. ]
[ John smiles, looking down for a second, eyes traveling over her body, his hair moving forward. He pushes it back as he leans over Max again, kissing her, deep and slow, gentle. ]
Think this'd be happening if we didn't get stuck in this truck earlier?
[ it's an honest response to an honest question. but as he starts kissing her again, slow and deep and reverent, she's very, very glad they don't have to find out. ]
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Date: 2018-04-05 05:42 pm (UTC)[ it is a weird time to be doing this, maybe a bad one. but she's waited for the right time before, and it ended up passing her by. she's gotten tired of it. she didn't know if she could feel something like this for somebody again, and now that she does she doesn't want to lose it. she's gotten tired of waiting, too.
she hesitates a moment, just a moment, before coming around to sit on the edge of the bed closest to where he's seated - kind of presumptuous, but they both know why she's here. ]
So, where were we?
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Date: 2018-04-06 11:19 am (UTC)I think we were at needing some real privacy.
[ And so he walks over to the door, very obviously flicking the lock into place before he turns back, stepping over to where Max is sitting, hovering for a second before he crouches down in front of her. ]
If that's still what you want, that is.
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Date: 2018-04-06 05:33 pm (UTC)she watches over her shoulder as he crosses the room to the door, smiling when she sees him deliberately locking the door. it's been quiet, there's no reason to assume that someone will need either of them, but that line of thinking will probably be the exact thing that jinxes them.
there's nothing interrupting them for the moment, though, and when he comes back around to crouch in front of her, she smiles again, a little slyly this time, and confirms what she wants by leaning forward to catch his mouth in a kiss. ]
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Date: 2018-04-09 01:49 pm (UTC)Not that he wants to be on top, just. A more comfortable, bed-adjacent position, really.
They fall right back into the rhythm they had earlier, the kiss turning a little frantic when it occurs to him that they're alone, and no one is about to barge in and bother them, now. There's a lock between them and the rest of the world, and now they can make the most of it. ]
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Date: 2018-04-09 05:50 pm (UTC)her hand pulls away briefly to pull at the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head and leaving her in her bra. then she runs her hands over his head, fingers threading though his hair before they tug at the collar of his shirt. ]
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Date: 2018-04-10 10:32 am (UTC)When he leans back down, it's to kiss along her skin, from collarbone down, along the swell of her breasts, stopping at the cup of her bra, dragging his lips along the edges. His hands move up to her shoulders, fingers delicately fitting under the straps there, pulling them down her arms slowly.
He's in no rush, but he also wants her, badly, and now they're here, well. He's not about to stop. ]
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Date: 2018-04-11 02:30 am (UTC)she moans softly, breath coming in pants as one leg curves around his hip. her hands trail over his waist as he starts to pull the straps of her bra down, and she shifts her shoulders to make the task a little easier. ]
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Date: 2018-04-11 11:32 am (UTC)Lips parted on harsh breaths, John dry-swallows, pupils blown wide as his hands track down along Max's stomach, slowly. They stop on the waistband of her jeans, eyes seeking permission. ]
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Date: 2018-04-11 05:42 pm (UTC)her eyes open as his hands pause at the waistband of her jeans and they meet his as she nods. ]
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Date: 2018-04-13 07:55 pm (UTC)Especially here, in HQ, when everyone is walking around, getting to sleep themselves. Anything could happen at any time, and yet here is John, settling with his knees on the hardwood floor as he leans between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. ]
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Date: 2018-04-19 03:21 am (UTC)he's so careful, deliberate and gentle as he explores her body, and it seems like it shouldn't be possible. she knows what goes into military training, what it can do to you. it both makes sense that someone with that kind of background can be so meticulous and seems impossible. almost as impossible as the two of them realizing how they feel and not running away from it.
and yet, here they are. ]
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Date: 2018-04-20 08:33 am (UTC)It surprises a lot of people.
Max makes a noise, one she tries to stifle between her lips, and John smiles, pushing closer, hands spreading Max's legs open a little wider, moving up to suck at her clit, lips tight around it. It might not be the best place for them to be loud, but John can't help himself, he's still going to try. ]
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Date: 2018-04-20 11:11 pm (UTC)she values control, too, having had to fight for it for most of her life, and then having had it ripped away from her again. it's not easy for her to relinquish it because she's scared she might not get it back. that's something he can understand, she thinks, the thought entering her mind and fading as he sucks at her a little harder.
she moans again, lower this time, and winds his fingers into his hair and tugs at it, careful not to make it hurt. ]
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Date: 2018-04-23 02:24 pm (UTC)And he keeps his eyes on her, almost like a challenge, mostly so as to not miss a single second of this. He has no idea if they'll get to do it again, and if they do, when, so he better stock up on the memories and sensations. ]
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Date: 2018-04-24 02:14 am (UTC)almost. but then she didn't and now they're here and she'd really like to stop thinking and focus on the moment.
her fingers wind a little tighter, still careful not to hurt, even though a voice in the back her mind reminds her that there's not much damage she can do to him. he slides a finger into her as his mouth keeps working her clit and it almost pushes her over the edge, but she holds back, forcing her eyes to meet his for a few moments longer, her hips riding the movements of his hand.
then the movements all combine at the right time, and she comes with a gasp that fades into a moan, fingers pulling tight at his hair as her body goes tense and then relaxes.
she lies back for a few moments, eyes closed as her breathing returns to normal. ]
Jesus. [ it's muttered under her breath, and once it's spoken she shifts onto her side, propping up to look at him. ]
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Date: 2018-04-24 03:57 pm (UTC)She he keeps going, determined and focused as he can be, on a mission, because everything in his life always seems to revolve around them. But at least this one is one he is more than happy to give his everything to, and he's more than pleased when he gets to his goal, Max coming with a shuddering moan, clenching around his finger, making his smile as he pulls back, licking his lips clean.
John keeps his fingers inside her, keeping her warm and pliant, as he moves back to lie by her side, obviously hard and skin turning even darker with a flush. ]
Name's John, actually.
[ A shitty joke, but he grins anyway. ]
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Date: 2018-04-25 04:48 am (UTC)I don't suppose you've prepared for this kind of thing?
[ condoms aren't exactly easy to come by in their situation. ]
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Date: 2018-05-08 11:01 am (UTC)Still, he reaches out to the pillow, hand digging on the inside of the pillowcase, until he pulls out a condom, holding it out between two fingers. ]
Have to hide them from thieving teenagers.
[ he should probably give them access rather than risk teenage pregnancies in the Underground, thinking about it... ]
Marcos always buys them whenever he goes into town. Which sounds weirder than it is, honestly.
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Date: 2018-05-08 11:44 pm (UTC)she raises an eyebrow at the hiding place, but it makes sense. especially if there's enough teenagers willing to break in to steal them to warrant one. ]
Are they for everyone?
[ it's only weird if he's stealing them from marcos. ]
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Date: 2018-05-21 08:47 am (UTC)Yeah, they are. I'm not stealing them from him, if that's what you're thinking.
[ If John thinks about it, he's pretty sure that Lorna and Marcos aren't exactly depleting the supply that Marcos likes to buy. Babies don't happen by magic.
Not that John wants to think about it. ]
He just wants everybody to be safe, because we do have an amount of teenagers around here.
[ He almost adds that some people don't want to have mutant kids in the environment they live in. But, while valid, that is too somber a thought for right now. ]
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Date: 2018-05-22 02:55 am (UTC)the thought of bringing a kid into the world, especially with mutants and transgenics being as hunted as they are, is terrifying. she doesn't know how marcos and lorna are handling it, or how gem is. but then gem hadn't really had a choice, and that is really something she doesn't want to think about at the moment.
with her free hand, she reaches forward and plucks the condom from between his fingers, raising her eyebrows as she meets his eyes again. ]
So...
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Date: 2018-06-11 03:51 pm (UTC)Think this'd be happening if we didn't get stuck in this truck earlier?
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Date: 2018-06-11 05:44 pm (UTC)[ it's an honest response to an honest question. but as he starts kissing her again, slow and deep and reverent, she's very, very glad they don't have to find out. ]