nysalogs | Something's in the air

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Something's in the air

Who: Jessica Jones (

assholic) & OPEN
What: Catch-all log for February
When: All of February
Where: Mostly in Wyver, (home, arena, bars). Occasionally in Olympia due to deliveries. Up on Thesa Station visiting Trish.
Warning(s): Language. Very likely NSFW content in Clark/Jessica thread.

February. One of her least favorite months. She'd always hated how the marketing squad always made any woman not in a relationship feel like a failure. She preferred to stay single that time of year out of spite more than anything. And she was doing it again this year.

Sort of.

Maybe.

Whatever. It was close enough.

She noticed there were new faces that didn't belong to natives around, and that had her slipping up to the Station to see if maybe someone blonde and very much wanted had woken. Maybe it was a stupid hope, but she hated knowing that Trish was there but not really there. That she wasn't in control of herself, something she knew her friend would hate. She wound up being disappointed, again, staring at her face through the clear window, feeling that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach at how close to dead she looked. She just didn't trust the people that brought them here. Jessica didn't trust many people, and one of the few she did was cut off from her right now and it made her... edgy.

Tensions were rising between the cities, and she was finding it more and more difficult when she had to run errands between them. Her new-fangled ability to fly was coming in handy, helping her get over city walls past hours and making travel a little easier, but she was still looked at with sideways glances and dirty looks whenever she had to pop into Olympia. Funnily enough, she was used to that, and it just rolled off her back. But she didn't like that she didn't fully know why there was this us vs them mentality going on between the cities. She also didn't like that it looked like the people brought here by the Orbiters were going to be shoved into it, whether they wanted to be or not. Frankly, she was sick of having other people's shit rained down on her, but it looks like even with her world being destroyed, that part of her life wasn't over yet.

Great.

[ooc: Jessica can be found in/around Wyver, in/around Olympia during deliveries, and occasionally on Thesa Station checking in on Trish. Feel free to start your own prompt, or msg/pp me for something I can put up for you @junglewere on plurk.]

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"No plans, no. Kind of wasn't sure what to do after giving you your present. Didn't want to assume anything since I wasn't sure how you'd like it." But here? Here was good. Here was safe and warm and goddammit, here made her feel things.

"Did you think I wouldn't like it?" he asks quietly, though the idea is ridiculous. Ridiculous or not, though, he'd seen the tension in her, felt the echoes of it. She'd been worried. He wouldn't mock her for it.

She shrugged, something he'd probably feel. "I didn't know. Wasn't sure if you'd find it presumptuous or nosy or something. I've never met her. I don't know anything really about your family, other than the little bits I've heard. I know you love her, but..." She sighed, resting her head more solidly against him. "I'm not good at family shit. Or gifts."

"Clearly you're getting better at it," is his response to that, sweetened with a soft kiss to her hair. Conversational, as kisses go. "If it helps, I'm pretty happy with most gifts. But this one definitely knocked it out of the park."

He follows with a shrug.

"I've told you more than almost anyone knows, anyone in this world anyway. Privacy is about... protecting the people I care about.

"You're not someone I feel the need to protect myself from. Which puts you in the other category."

She tipped her head up to him at that, a crease between her brows as she looked at him. "Are you trying to tell me you feel 'protective' of me? That's... hilarious. I don't need to be protected." It came out without her even thinking about it, and she realized, belatedly, how it might sound. "I can take care of myself, is what I mean, Clark. Been doing it my whole life."

And look how well she'd done so far. Sad trombone noise.

"Of course you can take care of yourself," and the way he says it, the idea that he's placating her or mocking her or that she wasn't entirely capable is just... impossible. He believes in her, and it's in every word.

"But that doesn't mean I don't want to protect you. Just because I believe in you doesn't mean I'd let you face... well, whatever came at you, alone."

"Maybe you should. I think people would be a lot more upset at you getting messed up than me. Especially if I'm asking for it." Or not asking for it so much as just... existing.

Her hand moved to find his, lacing their fingers together as she tipped her chin back down, kissing just over his heart. "Some people are worth more than others, Clark."

"That's not how I work," and the words aren't harsh; in fact, they're very soft, almost lulling. But he means them, pretty firmly. "And I don't believe that. About people. But even if it was true..."

His fingers squeeze hers.

"You're worth a lot to me, Jess. And I don't have so much that I'd let something happen to you without a fight."

Of course he wouldn't. He was... well. He was Clark. She might want him to walk away for his own good, but she knew she couldn't make him. And maybe...

Fuck. Maybe a part of her really didn't want him to. Goddammit. She lifts their hands, kissing the back of his. "You get hurt on me and I'm going to lose it, you know that."

He turns their hands to entwine them a little more, a little closer.

"I know." Another squeeze. "And I'll let you yell at me about it all you want.

"But that's how this works, Jess.

"Would I be the person you'd lose it over if I didn't?"

"You know, it's incredibly rude to use my own argument against me. I'd punch you for it if I thought it'd to more than tickle." She felt his arm tighten around her, her body curling closer to his and she didn't fight it. Here was a good place to be. Clark was a good person to be with. She wanted to stop thinking of the worst case scenario and just... enjoy something for once.

"I don't need to tell you not to do anything weird or Valentine's-y, do I?"

"All I was planning was to make you that dinner," he admits, "since it's pretty obvious you're not a big fan of making a fuss."

"Dinner, huh?" Closing her eyes, she nuzzled against him, taking in a deep breath of Clark, fresh from the shower. "Mm. And what would you be wearing, or not wearing, during this dinner?"

"I would probably wear something nicer," he explains matter-of-factly, "clean cut. Nothing like the suit from the ball but... I'd want to look presentable. For you, of course."

He tilts his head to catch her eye.

"Unless there was another request?"

Her answer to that? A quick flutter of her lashes and her reclaiming her hand to rest it along the edge of the towel still annoyingly around his waist. "Mmm... I think it's best you make that decision on your own, otherwise I'm just going to wind up requesting another naked eat-off-Clark dinner."

"And I would like you to focus on the food at least long enough to enjoy it," he admits as the corner of his lips curl.

"Then wear something conservative. And not tight. I'm embarrassingly distracted around you, and all I can say is that it's a good thing I've never had to actually kick ass or use my brain when you're half naked."

"So one of my long sleeve shirts buttoned all the way?"

That's about as conservative as he gets.

"That blue one?" Yes, she liked him in blue. What could she say? It brought out those pretty eyes of his.

"The blue one it is," and he punctuates it by finally leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips.

She supposes it's a good thing it's just them there at the moment, because she might otherwise be slightly embarrassed at the sound she made when he did that. A little sigh, a little moan, and her body arched against his like it was magnetically drawn to him. "Any requests from you?" Hey, what was good for the goose...

It's a good thing she doesn't mind making the noise because, well, he loves hearing it. And he fully intends to dip down and start nibbling at her neck to get more interesting sounds.

"I'll let you know if I think of anything," is sort of mumbled into her skin, more sensation than sound.

God, he had an uncanny knack for knowing just where she liked... well, everything. His mouth on her neck had her toes curling, and she moved to slide a leg over his lap, straddling him to sit more comfortably. It gave him better access, but more importantly, it let her touch him. All over that broad chest, her mouth licking at that clean skin, knowing no matter how hard she bit, she'd never leave a mark. "You do that."

His hand reaches over, along her side, back along her back until he can settle at her hip with a beatific smile at her. Then, quietly-

"I didn't know if... 'happy' was something I was going to get again. Considering." He presses another kiss. "I'm happy with you."

That has her stopping for a moment, drawing back to look at him. Her first instinct is to get up and leave, to tell him to stop... liking her. Because people that like her get hurt. But she squashes that down, looking into those ridiculously blue eyes and lifting a hand to press to his cheek, thumb tracing the outside of his smile. Damn her, but she could actually empathize. Happy wasn't a state she thought she deserved or that she'd ever find. And here she was, sitting in the lap of someone that made her feel like she was being lit up from the inside every time he looked at her. "I-," her mouth opened, the word stuck just there in the back of her throat which suddenly felt a little swollen. Her chest was tight, and her heartbeat picked up at the mild panic that started to build.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, resting her hand against his chest, feeling that steady thumping that felt like it grounded her. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze again, voice a little shaky this time. Quiet. Almost a whisper. But she got it out. "I love you." Her gaze dropped to her hand, a little shake of her head following. "I didn't want to. I didn't think I should. You're... you. You're good in that way that just... it hurts to think about you being unhappy. But here I am, and it happened, and I... I don't really want to stop."

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