Normal is a lie we tell ourselves

[assholic]

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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[apricitous]

"I have never danced around in a towel," he says quite firmly.

...now if he's come out in just a towel since he wanted to get the dishes done and if he hummed to himself and he might have swayed a LITTLE, okay? Just a little.

[assholic]

"Oh, yes you have. I've seen that firm, bitable ass clad only in terrycloth giving a little sway. Why do you think I'm constantly attacking you when you wear it?" Well, other than the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous, and that was just enhanced when he was wet and humming happily to himself.

[apricitous]

"I think..." he says with a glance down at her, a warm little smile on his lips, "that you like seeing me happy."

[assholic]

"That's part of it. You look good happy. Your face was made for smiles." She edged up a little more, propping herself up on her elbow so she could look down at him, her hand lifting to brush a few curls away from his forehead. "I'll take you happy and smiling over brooding or being exasperated with me being a dick any day."

[apricitous]

"I was not exastperated," he tells her firmly, leaning up to give her another kiss. He'll look her in the eye as he settles back down.

"I just... sometimes I realize I should tell you more. How much you matter. How much I care. When I realize I haven't said it enough..." He shrugs.

[assholic]

"You're allowed to get fed up with me being a dick, Clark. I just... really appreciate that you get over it." She leaned down and returned that kiss, something slow and almost syrupy sweet.

"I know you do. I never actually believed the whole 'you can see it in their eyes' shit before, but... yeah. I can see it. You give me this look at it makes my toes curl. You give me another look and it makes me feel all warm and gross, like a goddamn Hallmark card."

[apricitous]

"New superpower," he murmurs before leaning in to deepen that kiss. After all, he hadn't flipped her and done more than just let her suck him off. There was clearly an imbalance here. And there she was, gorgeous and warm in his arms, and clearly needing to know just how much he adored her a little more.

[assholic]

She snorted against his lips. "Are you kidding me right now? The look of love as a fucking super power?" She laughed, biting at his lip even as she went to kiss him again. This guy. This was her guy.

[apricitous]

"Limited use," he murmurs into the kiss, "but absolutely vital."

He's getting his hands around her, holding her to him, rubbing along her sides with his thumbs.

[assholic]

"You are such a dork." She barely broke the kiss to mutter that, because kissing Clark was always an experience. And his hands on her didn't hurt. Nope, not at all. She all but purred under his touch, remembering he was still disheveled on their kitchen floor. "Better hope someone doesn't walk in."

[apricitous]

"Did you invite someone over?" he doesn't seem like he believes this to be the case, what with how his hands are slipping under her clothes and he might very well be undoing her bra.

[assholic]

"Mm, no, but you have a sort of open door policy here, and you're a friendly gu-- are you undoing my bra, Mr. Kent?" She lifted up to smile down at him, playfulness written all over her features.

[apricitous]

His hands still.

"Do you object, Miss Jones?" But his smile says that he doesn't think that's the case.

Yes, he invites all manner of people to their home and yes, he knows that Alan has more than once snuck in here, but not during the day. Alan waits for the night to do that, one, and two, anyone else would knock.

[assholic]

"I don't know. I feel a little light-headed from all these kisses. Super kiss powers seem to be your thing as well." She shimmied a bit, her leg sliding over his lower half, careful not to press too hard against him because she wasn't sure where his zipper was and where his dick currently was in relation to it. It might not cut him or hurt him, but she didn't think that'd feel particularly great.

[apricitous]

He's careful to maneuver himself with her, and his hands go back to undoing her bra. He might also start in on unbuttoning her pants too, careful as he undoes that zipper as well.

"Is that a request for more?"

[assholic]

"I will always want more of you. That's just kind of a given." She wriggled again, feeling him working on her jeans and lifting her brows at him. "My, my. What deft hands you have."

[apricitous]

He reaches up with his other hand and taps the corner of her lips with a warm, affectionate smile.

"What a wicked smile you have, Miss Jones."

He is, however, going to have to put that hand down to help lift her up to get rid of said pants. The bra he figures she can work on since she's on top.

[assholic]

Oh no. She's not taking an active role in her seduction. He's going to have to work for it. She nips at his finger before he takes it away, watching him and just... enjoying the view. "You would destroy the universe if you had a twin. That's just too much hotness."

[apricitous]

That's fine. He likes working for it. It gives him time to take things nice and slow.

"I happen to think," he says as he continues to remove her pants, "that there's plenty of hotness on top of me right now."

[assholic]

"That's because you're a biased ninny. Yeah, that's right. You heard me. I said ninny." She prodded at his chest, grinning down at him as she felt the air on her backside and legs as her pants were disposed of.

[apricitous]

His stay partially on, but they are shifted down so that she doesn't grind her ass on the ever-irritating zipper. No one wants that, after all.

"'Ninny'. Jess, anyone ever tell you you have a dirty mouth?"

[assholic]

"My mouth was just all over your dick. I'm pretty sure that cleaned it up just fine. Kryptonian-jizz paste for a whiter smile." She grinned widely at him, showing those pearly whites and kicking off her pants, levitating a little bit to shift to float over him just a little.

[apricitous]

If she's going to be so good as to float, then he's going to take the opportunity to get rid of her panties as well. And once those are gone, he'll just carefully start pushing her shirt up.

"That... is a terrible slogan. No one would buy that."

[assholic]

"They would if they got to see you naked and what they'd have to put in their mouth to get that jizz-white smile." She was laughing at him, watching as he slowly kept trying to get her completely naked. "Hey. You're still wearing your clothes. This is awfully one sided, buddy."

[apricitous]

"Says the woman who tackled me to the ground and decided to have her way with me," he says, and he's laughing with her, mostly at himself. "I figured we were both on our own when it came to getting the clothes off the other party." He grins up at her.

"You want it off, take it off."