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Normal is a lie we tell ourselves

Who: Jessica Jones (

assholic) & OPEN
What: May catch-all
When: Early May to the end of May
Where: Wyver (home/city/arenas), the Space Station, the Wilds, possibly Khalo Village
Warning(s): As always, language. Will edit if needed. Edit: NSFW sex in thread w/Clark

She'd gone to the Coalition and surprise, surprise, no one had died. Well, not that she was aware of. Things seemed to be settling down into something less hostile. There were talks of diplomacy, and she'd heard of refugees starting some diplomatic guild or something, which she also trusted about as far as she could throw any of them in it. The Outpost was being turned into some sort of Swiss neutral zone, but it wasn't what she'd been hoping for.

Still, it was probably better than nothing. She'd limited her visits to Olympia, which had left her with time and the need to line her pockets with something other than those deliveries. She'd seen requests for finding things out in the wild, and while Jessica was definitely a city girl, she could at some points during May be found out in the wilds, looking for things to shove in a bag. She was also blowing off steam by continuing to fight in the arenas, though she'd been politely requested to step up a level, since the coordinators were aware that she was pulling her punches and taking easier fights instead of putting in any actual effort. Damn.

So, for May, Jessica can be found:

Wyver
- Home - Chilling with Clark and possibly inviting people she knows over so someone will eat the food she's only nibbling on
- City - She still goes to the pubs, still visits the marketplace, still goes to see what's available for her to do for time and money
- Arena - Probably the easiest place for people to find her, as she's there more often than not, having 'things at home' she doesn't want to work through
Station
- Pod Room - Checking up on those few she gives a shit about and the one she doesn't
- Market - Spending some of what she's earned getting new jeans and a few bottles of stuff she can't get down on the planet
Wilds
- Out and about trying to harvest flora, fauna, or whatever she comes across that she hasn't seen in the markets. This prompt is open for multiple instances and available for team hand-ins
Wildcard
- Khalo Village - Someone could talk her into visiting there
- Flona Cove - If anyone needs to just take a day and chill, it's her
- Random - Something else in mind?

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He just nods.

Yes, yes he is.

And the little squeeze to her hip really is just random affection. He can't help it.

The squeeze had her letting out a breath in a little shuddering exhale. "And annoyingly sexy. You haven't even done anything and I'm already pretty sure I'm going to wind up choking your dick down in like... two minutes." She gave a little wiggle of her hips, just to accentuate her point. "But, before you distract me with those gorgeous blues... yeah. Someone needs to keep an eye on you. Someone a little less inclined to think everything's okay."

"Are you sure?"

And he is serious. He doesn't want her coming if she doesn't want to come.

...the rest just has his cheeks a little redder than they would have been otherwise. He's had quite a while to be fully aware of exactly how literal Jess could be at times like this.

"Oh, hell yeah. I'm looking forward to seeing if I can get it all down again." She grinned, sliding down a little, rocking her body against his in a tease, but she knew what he was talking about. "You can't twist my arm into doing shit I don't want to, Clark. Hell, maybe it won't completely suck."

A look. "Which is the opposite of what I'm about to do."

"I have the utmost faith in you," is what he says to that before tilting his head up at her and giving a nod that amounts to 'okay, but I had to check'. Becuase he did.

"I suppose logistics on the trip can wait till... after?"

"Mmm... unless you're really gung-ho about organizing everything now..." She gave another wriggle, lowering her head to rest her chin on his chest as she smiled up at him.

Things Jessica liked to do; get Clark Kent riled up to ridiculous levels. The more out of control he got, the more she liked it.

"Well, I have the biggest piece taken care of," he admits as he reaches around to start petting her back, now that she's resting down on top of him.

He wasn't going to be able to pet long, because she was wriggling further down his body, her hand snaking between them to tug at the button on his pants. "You sure? Because I'm pretty sure I found the biggest piece here..."

They were about two weeks away from a full moon, but that didn't seem to stop that heightened sense of arousal she had around him. Maybe she was getting trained into being horny around him. Sexy Pavlovian responses.

She wasn't the only one who'd started having certain responses. Jess had been wriggling on top of him and talking about sucking him off; it meant that by the time she was working at the button, there was a bit of pressure behind it.

"I'm pretty sure you could make anything I said at this point a reference to my dick." A pause before- "Or what you intend to do with it."

"Not my fault your dick is easily referable." She felt that firmness under her fingers, getting the button open and unzipping carefully. Her fingers slid underneath, teasing over him as she looked up and watched him. "Dinner was tasty. I think it's time for dessert."

"I wasn't aware I had a blueberry pie in there," is what he says, even though his hips roll up, chasing her fingers, chasing the touch from her.

"Oh, look who thinks he's funny..." She grinned, nipping at him through his shirt before she wiggled down further. She got to crotch level and started tugging his pants open and down, nuzzling in over the crotch of his underwear as she did.

"I'm funny. You like me for my sense of humor."

His hand reaches over and gently pets her hair, the side of his thumb gliding over her cheekbone with a fond smile. It goes a little blitzed as she starts nuzzling, though.

"Sure, Clark. It's your humor that gets me all hot and wet. Let's dress you up like a clown so I can orgasm on the spot." A laugh, one muffled against his crotch as she bit at the band of his underwear, tugging them down far enough that she could bare the head of him. She flicked her tongue over him, feeling that rush of almost power that came from making him react like that.

He actually winces at the mention of the clown.

"Now, don't you start with that. There is nothing sexy about clowns."

But then his eyes are rolling back a little as he gasps, hips rocking to chase the sensation, to chase her tongue.

"I dunno. I might get some kind of kink if you show up with big shoes and a red nose." Her tongue flicked out again, dragging over the slit, lips sealing around it as she gave a light suck. Making Clark react like he was almost beyond enjoying things was always her main objective, and she loved it.

"Why do I need... to show off... my big shoes? You already know what's... in my pants."

His hands are on autopilot, stroking her hair, bracing on the ground. The dining room floor is certainly not the oddest place they've decided to have sex. This isn't even the first time this particular spot has happened. But he can't help the slightly goofy smile.

She sucked him down just a little further, tongue swirling around the head of him before she drew off, moving lower to be able to tug his pants and underwear off entirely before she made herself comfortable between his legs. "Don't you mean to say I already know what's in my mouth?" She held him, angled him upright, like a flagpole, then moved to fit her mouth over him, sucking him down as far as she could go in one long drag.

"Jess..."

He's just saying her name because it's her, because he's thanking her and loving her and God, enjoying her mouth and any other word is just beyond him for the moment. His hand is cupped around the back of her head, stroking, holding, loving even as he works to keep his hips from rocking into her mouth.

Ah, but see, she wants to make him lose himself that much to where he does start to rock up. He's still stronger than her, but a hell of a lot, so she understands him needing to be careful, but that doesn't mean he has to treat her like glass. She's sure as hell not going to return the favor.

To prove it, she lets the edge of her teeth graze up along his shaft as she sucks back up to the head of him, tongue dancing under the stretched foreskin as she watches how he enjoys himself.

That...

Feels far too good. Far too good, which is why his hips roll up into her mouth, desperate, as his hand braces on the ground. He has to be careful, doesn't want to make a hole in the ground, but it's --difficult. Difficult is a good word.

"Jess..."

He wants more, wants to get his hands all over her, wants to kiss her, wants-

Wants to be in a bed with her. That's another temptation.

"Having... fun?"

Because he'd asked her a question, it gave her an excuse to up her antics a little, eyes lifting to his with his cock still in her mouth, and she hummed an affirmative. "Mmhmmmmmmmmm," she purred, letting the vibration rumble around him before she slid her mouth back down, making him take up all the space inside it.

Now it was a little game. Would he let her just suck him off until he came and then they could go back to dinner? Or would he tip over that edge of control and turn this into more than a quick moment.

And goodness, did he appreciate that purr. He appreciated that Jess was having a good time, but there was a deep and thorough appreciation for the pure physicality of her lips around his cock, vibrating hot and wet. When she puts him down her throat again, his fingers curl in atop her head.

"I'm..."

Getting close. The words are 'getting close' but he doesn't have them at the moment.

She wasn't going to stop. Not when he was flexing and tense underneath her. She could feel the way his cock swelled in her mouth, teasing it even further by keeping that humming going, forcing him far enough down her throat that she almost gagged, holding him there, breathing through her nose before she drew up. She kept her lips sealed around the head of him, licking and sucking and waiting for him to hit that peak. Come was easier to swallow when it hit her tongue, not her throat.

He's not about to hold back or take away her fun. Especially not when it feels so good for him, frankly. That's why when he gets there, when he's on the edge, his head tips back and the only word on his lips is 'Jess' before he comes.

His hand is already petting her hair a moment later in thanks.

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