January catch-all

[apricitous]

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. ]

Comments

[assholic]

[She could be embarrassed later about the moan that slipped past her lips when he did that, her hand in his hair tightening as she felt her toes leave the ground. She never could stay grounded with him like this.]

Might want to get your taste buds checked out. By a tongue specialist.

[apricitous]

You seem special to me.

[ He's going to pull her closer, get her properly in his lap to start paying attention go the little spot behind her ear. ]

[assholic]

[She squirms on his lap, head tipping to let him because there he went with that mouth again. Her hands touched him wherever she could; thigh, shoulder, hair, her body pressing against that hardness that had her clenching her thighs together.]

God, you drive me crazy.

[apricitous]

Says the woman... who's been sucking... licking... and nibbling... on me... my skin... for half an hour.

[ He rocks up against her again, and every set of words are followed by a kiss, a nuzzle, a flick of his tongue. He loves driving her crazy. It's a shared interest between them. ]

[assholic]

[She reaches for his hands, dragging them up to cover her breasts, kneading them as she grinds back against him again. And again. Okay, clearly she was going to have to make it home for dinner more often.]

And yet you stayed politely in place. Couldn't have driven you that nuts.

[apricitous]

[ He gives her breast a squeeze once, twice, then loosens his hold to start light touches again, just grazing the nub, the underside. His voice, when he answers, is very firm. ]

You have no idea how much I wanted to move. How much I wanted you. How much I want you.

[assholic]

[Biting her lip at that soft, teasing touch and the way his voice sent a shiver through her, she tipped her head back to look at him, smiling.]

Yeah? Why don't you prove it?

[apricitous]

[ One of his hands goes flat against her abdomen, leaning up to brush his lips against the shell of her ear, nuzzle behind her jaw and- ]

Maybe because I like making you shiver.

[assholic]

[He did just that, her body trembling slightly against his in a way that would otherwise be something she hated. She didn't like weakness in herself. In being seen as weak or lesser than. But Clark was... he could be so painfully tender sometimes. And with anyone else, she'd hate it. She'd hate softness, because softness left you open to being hurt.

Clark made her want a little softness. He made her want, and it was such a delicious sensation, almost addictive.]

You're a fucking tease.

[apricitous]

[ He just shakes his head, a light brush against her temple, before pressing a light kiss to her cheek. ]

Only a little.

I'd never leave you high and dry.

[ He reaches down to get his hand around himself, shift her legs a little. ]

I just... like to take the time to do things right.

[assholic]

Is that what you call it? Doing it right?

[She felt that anticipation at feeling his hand move down between them, another shiver at his voice so close to her ear.]

Guess I can't argue with that. You do it pretty damn right.

[apricitous]

[ He presses a few soft kisses from her jaw to her cheek. ]

You tell me.

[ Hee shifts just a little before positioning himself and starting to press in, going slow, careful of the angle. ]

Feel good?

[assholic]

[Surely he could tell just by how hard her heart was pounding in her chest, right? Or how fast she was breathing, her hands gripping at him where she could hold him as she moved to lower herself down onto him and--]

Oh god...

[apricitous]

[ He could hear her heart, the way her breath was rushing in and out, the way her blood was pounding through her. He could even hear the way her muscles clenched, inside and out. But he also liked knowing that she was happy, that she was enjoying herself. That she wanted this, wanted more. That he could give it to her.

He presses in, squeezes her breasts in time, and once he feels himself full inside of her, he pauses to let her adjust, to peck a few kisses on her cheeks, her jaw. He can't say 'you're so beautiful' because she'll brush it off. He can't tell her 'you feel perfect' because she'll tell him her ass is bony. He can't tell her that her breasts feel so good in his hands, and he definitely can't tell her that he loves her.

So instead, he kisses her, nuzzles and nibbles and sucks at just the right spot, presses in where he knows she likes, and tells her all those things with his hands, his mouth, and all the rest. ]

[assholic]

[Sex shouldn't be this good. Sex with him was becoming like an addiction for her. Something she needed to feel like she was back in balance -- but only after her completely tore her apart. Her hand gripped one of his wrists, tight, but she knew that she couldn't hurt him and god, that was such a rush. She could lose control, let herself go in a way she never could before, and he could take it.

She felt him in her, felt his cock throbbing inside her like she could feel his pulse through it. Or maybe that was her around him. It was hard to tell sometimes. But it always felt so damn good. And there was something in the way he touched her, in how he kissed her and moved in her that had her eyes pricking. Not in pain or upset, but just... love. She loved him. She knew that. And she knew she couldn't tell him, because that would make it real and she couldn't handle that. Not yet.

So she told him in the way she moved her body over his, in how she drew his hand up to nip at one of his fingers before starting to suck at it, in how she kept it slow and almost sweet, because she knew he liked it that way.]

[apricitous]

[ He does like it that way, and he like that she seems to be learning to enjoy it, adding fun and patience into their sex. Into what's honestly lovemaking, whether either of them call it that or not.

Either way, he starts slow, to the rhythm of her lips around his fingers, deep and smooth and punctuated by touches and kisses, his focus purely on coaxing her to feel good, better than good. It's tender, but never hesitant. He cares for her, so much, but he'd never say he doesn't also hunger for her, doesn't want her like a physical craving sometimes.]

Fast or slow?

[assholic]

This. This is good...

[Slow and sweet, at least for now. She'd started out trying to curb herself for him, too used to hard and fast and quick and over. But now it was turning into something she actually liked. His hands on her, his mouth on her, listening to the way he breathed as he held himself back.]

[apricitous]

[ His answer is just a low hum of assent, a nuzzle at her jaw, and the start of a slow, coaxing rhythm. His cock, his hands, his mouth, all of them work gently, drawing out sensation, teasing and loving in turns. ]

[assholic]

[It was a new sensation, this slow, shivery pleasure that skimmed over her when he was in her. Or just touching her. She could picture the look on his face right now, had seen it a hundred times, and it had her clenching her inner walls tightly around him. It wasn't just his touch, which was enough on its own, but it was that there was this... weight behind it. Feelings. More than just affection and she had fought so hard against being tangled up in it, it had surprised her to find herself neck deep in it. Willingly. Happily.]

[apricitous]

[ The squeeze pulls a hiss out of him, has his head dipping down to rest in the crook of her neck. Because that weight, the feeling isn't just one sided. He can feel it, feel it from her, and it shakes him to the core.

Here, with her, in her, against her, there's a kind of peace, something that always feels right. ]

[assholic]

[She had a moment of realizing that she could die like this and she wouldn't regret a single moment of it. She could fall to pieces with him in a way that she couldn't with anyone else. He didn't see her as weak. She did. She saw those moments as a lessening of herself -- or she almost did. Every time a part of her crumbled, he was there to kiss it better. To soothe it. To whisper words in her ears about how he felt, how good she felt, and it was hard not to start to believe it.

Just a little. Maybe she just wanted to not hate herself so much. Clark did a very good job of making her think she was worth the time.]