[ 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: 2018-04-20 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. ]