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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He's just going to raise him eyebrow as he watches her freeze frame/record scratch right before his eyes. Then very gently, walk over to kiss the top of her head.

"Don't forget your chicken."

She felt like a child being scolded, so, like a child being scolded, she reached for the most adult thing she could think of; profanity. "Fuck my chicken."

Wait...

"Look, you can't just... walk around in a towel all wet and sexy and expect me to just carry on like normal. I'm only human. Unlike some ungraciously sexy aliens around here."

"I refuse to fuck your chicken," he says with a firm nod, "and if that's how you're going to act, I'll just make sure to get dressed before coming out."

Is he teasing? Is he being serious? Hard to tell with the way he's smiling a little.

"I swear to god, I will make you regret that decision." Clark naked or walking around in a towel was all she had to keep her going. Taking that away from her was just... well, it was rude.

"I've already stated this is a Kent-naked house. You should technically be naked as soon as you enter it. I'm just being gracious and allowing you clothing beyond that."

Really.

"You proposed to make it a Kent-naked house," he points out in reply with a tilt of his head, "but you couldn't get the majority vote. Two thirds is required for something like that."

"I bet if I asked anyone in the city, anyone at all, they'd agree with me." She gave him a pointed look, because clearly she was right. "And that only counts if there's three people. When in doubt, the majority vote goes to the female. I don't make the rules, buddy."

She finished that piece of chicken, knowing she hadn't won shit, but pretending she had either way. Because there he was, wet and in a towel. Felt like a win to her.

"When in doubt, we go to a compromise, hence the towel," he says with a laugh as he tips his head back towards his own bedroom. "Now, should I get dressed or no?"

"My libido says no, but the whole point in getting you that gift says yes." What did that mean? That meant that Jessica was interested in more than sex. With him, at least. "Or I can get that oil out and we can see if it has any effect on you." There were things she actually didn't mind about this place; the alcohol and some of the little... extras were becoming part of that.

Clark himself sort of went without saying.

Clark leans against one of the kitchen walls and shrugs.

"We can try the oil. I certainly wouldn't mind."

Though the first thing she said has him pausing.

"But if you want to sit and just talk, we can do that too."

Do they have a lot of sexual chemistry? Yes. Is that the only thing he likes about Jessica? Absolutely not.

"I don't know if you've noticed in our interactions together or not, Sunflower, but I'm not exactly the chatty Cathy type. Unless you've got something specific you want to talk about...?" There was a small crease between her brows at that, wondering if maybe there was something on his mind. About her. Something bad.

Because of course that's where her mind was going to go first.

"I don't know about that," he points out, content to stay where he is, how he is. "We spent quite a while the first time we met just chatting. We talk all the time."

"You talk. I listen." Aside from that first little conversation about the monster on the ship, she just liked to hear him talk about himself. How he grew up. What his life was like. He had that quintessential mid-Americana lifestyle that she'd thought only existed in books or movies. It was oddly... comforting to know it could actually exist somewhere.

He raises an eyebrow at that assertion.

"I don't talk that much."

He doesn't like to, anyway. Sometimes, with Jess, the words just flow, like he's back at home, easy and comfortable.

"Or I hope I don't."

"You do, and I like it." She gave him a small smile at that. It had progressed from her sitting on her chair and him on the couch to her curling up against his side and feeling the rumble of his voice through his chest while he talked. Again, it was this odd sort of comfortable she was starting to get used to, which worried her that it could go away at any moment.

She pulled off another piece of chicken, grinning at him before popping it in her mouth. "You have a nice voice."

And if she's sitting that close, he'll carefully start to let his fingers drift through her hair.

"Not something I've heard people mention before but I'll take the compliment."

She leaned forward enough to set the plate on the table, wiping her fingers off on a napkin before leaning back against him. There was that solid warmth, the heavy thumping of his heartbeat, and this... peace. She wouldn't try explaining it to anyone else because they'd just look at her like she was insane, but Clark had this aura of peacefulness around him. Or maybe it was just something she felt when she was lying against him. But it made her feel safe. And like life might slow down enough for her to notice things. "It's a good voice. All deep and warm. Matches its owner."

"Well," he says, keeping his voice low, trying to keep the moment, the peace, "As long as I'm not shallow and cold. No one likes that. It sounds like a puddle."

"There might be an argument to be made for shallow, what with your immense appreciation of my ass, but cold? Not possible." She tucked her arm around his waist, tipping her head up to look up under his chin. "I wish I could do more for your mom. I mean, that they'd wake her up or something."

"Now are you trying to criticize my attraction to you or my enjoyment of you as a person? I mean, you're wrong either way, but still..." He's just going to keep petting her hair and holding her. He's quiet for a moment before answering the last thing she said.

"And she'll wake up when she wakes up. But having that image of her... it helps. So does the fact that it came from you."

"And Alan," she reminded him. She didn't like taking all the praise when she hadn't done all the work. She owed the man now, and she knew it. And damn her if she wasn't going to find a way to erase that marker sooner than later.

The light patch of hair on his chest tickled her cheek, and she turned to nip at him. "So, is this your lounging around outfit now?" She poked at the towel, giving the edge a tug. "I like it."

"This is what I happened to be wearing when we settled like this," is his answer before he leans up to kiss her hair. He lets out a soft breath before continuing with half a smile on his face.

"And I'll thank Alan when I see him. Right now, I'm thanking you."

"This should definitely be your lounging around outfit. At least until I can convince you that this is a naked Kent household." She grinned, patting at his chest before moving to right herself properly. "Consider that your whatever holiday gift thing. That's as thoughtful as I get."

"It's pretty thoughtful," he points out, because it is. Not everyone would have seen just how much the loss of his mother in his life was affecting him, how lost he felt sometimes without her.

She turned to him, tucking her hair behind her ear and debating on what to say. Just how much to say, what with all the things that rolled around in her mind when she thought about him. "It's my job to notice things. Or, it was." Moving to stand, she picked up her plate and went to go set it in the kitchen. She was trying to take better care of cleaning up after herself, of leaving less for him to have to deal with in terms of Hurricane Jessica.

Standing there in the kitchen, plate in the sink, she stared down at it and thought about him. About what he'd lost. What he had. What she felt... "And maybe I give a shit about how you feel," she said quietly, though she knew he'd hear it.

There are a lot of things he considers saying to that, a lot of responses that run through his mind. Eventually, what comes out is soft.

"Come back once you're done, please?"

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