nysalogs | January catch-all

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January catch-all

Who: Clark Kent (

apricitous) & you!
What: Catch-All and some concern about the state of things
When: January
Where: largely Wyver
Warning(s): none so far

[ scouting for reporters | wyver | open]
[ While Clark's put up his message, he's also putting up a few flyers around town with the same basic content; while his focus is the refugee population, just for ease of communication, he's not opposed should any locals show any interest in helping. He obviously can't offer any money since it's not a business as of yet per se or anything but... if you see him, feel free to ask about it. ]

[deserters | outside of the city | open ]
[ There are things Clark can't do, but there are also things he can do, things that he can't not do when it comes right down to it... and one of those things is look out for people. Especially people who are desperately trying to avoid a conflict.

Clark goes there first, asks what they need, and at first he uses some of the funds from his dragon bounty, what was still there. It's after Christmas, so it was a little more scant than he'd like, but he makes up for it by eating less, sitting in the sun more; he'll cook portions for Jessica the same as usual but he can make do himself. Eventually, he does have to ask for money, but he'll run into the city and bring back just about anything. He's also taken to spending the occasional afternoon out there, though, patrolling from the sky or ground to take care of any natural threats that might be stalking the smaller settlements just in case... ]

[ home | wyver | open ]
[ If you happen to come by their house, you'll find Clark at one of three activities: attempting to write something on the current Wyver-Olympia conflict, trying to figure out how he can better siphon some of his paycheck into supplies, cooking the occasional bit of food, and working from a particular book given to him for Christmas as a present, muttering to himself in a strange language that your character almost certainly isn't familiar with. ]

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[ Clark could definitely taste the difference... and it was delicious. He glances over at Jess from behind a couple of boxes. ]

And you can't do that while I'm in boxers because...

Because maybe I want to coerce you into having sex while eating. Or I want to do like at those fancy Japanese places and eat off you.

Well, you'll have to tell me which one is more interesting to you, if I'm going to do any of it.

[ And he is studiously avoiding looking at her even as a smile curls on his lips.]

[She pauses with her drink halfway to her lips, eyeing him up and down and letting a little heat fill her gaze as she does.]

Can I answer 'both'? I think I'd like to do both. Sexy Clark plate first, then move on to feeding the sexy Clark plate and riding him...

[Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.]

[ Clark looks over at her, considers, considers whether he has anything like dignity when it comes to having a fun time with someone he cares about, and stands to shuck said boxers and add them to the table. He gives a single stretch before laying out on thin air and planking besides the table with his eyes closed. ]

I hope it lives up to what you've been thinking of.

...

[She hadn't actually thought he'd go through with it, but then, she should know better when it came to Clark and what he seemed to be willing to do in terms of things she suggested. She looked down at a pinch to her fingers, noticing she'd squeezed the fork into a mess, bending it and warping it out of its original shape. Oops.]

Oh...

[Yeah, that was a good sight. Made more so by the fact that he just... hovered there. She stood and came over to him, running her hands up along his thighs, over his hip, then up along his chest.]

You know, it's really hard to think about food when you always look so much better in terms of things I want to put in my mouth.

[He peeks out from one eye to grin over at her. ]

Thought that was the point, Jess: put the food on me so that you get both.

Smartass.

[She slid her hand under him to get a grip of said ass, giving it a squeeze before she moved to the table, picking up one of the boxes that had some of the spiced meat.]

And you're sure this won't be too hot to put on you, right?

It would have to be closer to magma to really bother me, I promise.

[ He closes his eyes, wriggles his ass in her hand, and settles back into a proper 'plank'. ]

[God, he had an amazing ass. She'd spent an entire hour just kissing it one night. No regrets.

She started to lay the bits of meat out on him, picking out some of the stuffed mushroom things to space out along with them. He made a pretty sexy plate.]

You know... I'm incredibly tempted to go get my camera.

[ That actually has him opening an eye again, curious more than anything. He isn't moving, because he doesn't want to make a mess and there's food on him at this point, but- ]

Would you enjoy that? Now or... in general.

What, taking naked pictures of you? Jesus, yes. Not to flash all over the place or anything, but... you're pretty fun to look at. And when you're not here or I'm not here... I dunno. Maybe it'd be nice to have something to peek at.

[She bent her head, keeping her hair out of the way as she nibbled on a piece of the meat resting on him.]

Mm... tastes way better off you.

[ He's careful not to shift under her mouth, but he want to. There's a faint noise of want and a shiver that runs through him at her mouth on him, eating off of him. ]

Then go get your camera. Or wait until I'm not wearing dinner.

[Straightening up, she grinned at him, lifting one of the mushrooms and bringing it up for him to eat.]

Wait here.

[She literally flew into her room, bumping into the door since she hadn't quite managed the whole slowing and turning thing yet. But she got her camera out and checked it to make sure her card was clean and the battery was charged.

She sauntered back out, lifting the camera to take a few distance shots as she started to move around the sexiest floating dinner plate she'd ever seen.]

You are unfairly attractive. You could always get a modeling job if you're looking to make some quick cash.

[ He keeps his eyes closed and his muscles loose even if he's keeping straight not to disturb the food. ]

There is a very select group of people I like looking at me anything like this.

You're one of them.

[ Then, just to be, well, honest- ]

I've done it, a couple of times. Nothing big, just a couple of art schools for a few bucks.

I didn't really love it.

What, like nude modeling for an art class?

[She stepped around him, moving in closer and taking different angles of shits. Some high, some low. Some with the full monty, some with just his upper chest and face. After a few more clicks, she stopped, moving to set the camera somewhere where, hopefully, it wouldn't get damaged if things went the way they were looking to go.]

I might have had an interest in art if we'd had someone like you coming in.

[She comes back up to him, running her hand down along his arm, lifting it so she could set it in her hair even as she lowered her head back to lick a little sauce that had smeared on him.]

[ His eyes are still closed but he lets out a soft sound of want. ]

Yes, like that. I was on the road, there was an ad at the hostel.

The class was nice but... I felt like a specimen.

[ So much of intimacy, of comfort with his body and sex, was tied up in how connected, how close, how comfortable he was with someone. He was never ashamed of what he looked like but he didn't want to be anything but dressed with people he didn't know. ]

Well, considering what I'm sure the feebies would like to do if they got their hands on you, that seems like a valid fear. It's one I grew up with myself.

[She moved a little higher up, tongue flicking over his nipple before she moved to take a bite from a piece of meat resting on his chest.]

No one's going to try that here.

[ A rumbling little sigh, a catch of his breath; with nothing on, it's clear enough how she's effecting him. ]

If only because there is no FBI that we know of.

[She was noticing that, smiling to herself and tempted to go grab the jar of honey stored in the cupboards. Or maybe get him to make some whipped cream...

Smirking, she gave a longer lick over his chest with her tongue, aiming to nibble on a mushroom next.]

And if there were, and they came for you, I'd kick their ass.

[ He was enjoying her mouth on him, but he opens one eye to peer over at her at her assertion.]

I'm sure you would. Though I'd rather avoid that. Wouldn't want you in jail.

Hey, there's always conjugal visits...

[She nipped and nibbled her way up to his chin, her hand moving to grab one of the bits of meat to hold up for him to eat.]

This is a pretty good idea. Best place setting I've ever seen.

[ He leans up to take the bite of meat into his mouth, chewing and savoring it before swallowing down. ]

I can't complain about it from my end either.

I might be tempted to return the favor. It's surprising how much better this tastes with a little bit of Clark seasoning it.

[She waggled her brows at him, her mouth going back down to lick up little bits of sauce, teeth grazing over his nipple before she kept licking her way further down his body.]

I would very much enjoy that.

[ And that is definitely 'sexy voice' there, slightly deeper, a little more playful, warm and syrupy. He'd enjoy licking sauce from her skin or nibbling little crumbs almost as much as he was enjoying this.

And he was definitely enjoying this. It was an effort not to shift his hips. ]

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