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[closed] it's a new dawn, it's a new day

who: Clarice Fong & John Proudstar
what: celebrating their move
when: early April
where: this cool place, only with a lot less furniture for now
warnings: nsfw for certain

[ It had certainly not taken them very long to find a place to live, after they'd decided they were doing this. John had been a little aimless when looking by himself, but Clarice had breathed air into the whole adventure, gleefully noting all the things she loved and hated after each place they'd gone to visit, until they ended up in this one.

Small, cozy. Barely furnished - a couch, a mattress, a few curtains - needing work, one of these projects kind of things that had captured both John and Clarice. They didn't need space. They needed a home, something they could grow together, build together. Not unlike the Underground, really.

And tonight is the first time they're actually able to be here and spend the evening, keys in hand, the apartment officially theirs. John grins down at Clarice as the door closes behind them, a flush to his cheeks. ]

So, we definitely need to make a list of everything we need to get. We can't live with two bowls and two forks forever.

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( She hadn't missed sex. Not really. It was often too complicated a dance for Clarice to even consider, especially when she wasn't sure if she'd have a roof over her head from day to day. So she'd put those needs aside, because survival had been more important. Not getting hurt, refusing to be vulnerable around another person, it's all she could really aim for.

And then John Proudstar appeared in her life.

She'd wanted him almost immediately. It had been a feeling like falling and not knowing when you'd land. Their relationship had become a clusterfuck pretty quickly, but the longing had refused to go out. Now they're here, and he's between her thighs, mouth occupied in making her whimper and she knows that she's safe. Letting go is at once terrifying and exhilarating, and she'd fought it for so long.

Not anymore.

Her grip twists, the stretch of his fingers sending delicious thrills through her. Clarice bucks up when he presses his touch just right, eyes squeezed shut. It's almost too much, and she knows she won't last long. But here's the good thing - they get to do this whenever they want from now on. )

John. ( She curses again, her hips moving helplessly. ) God, I'm so --.

[ Sex had always been complicated, for John. Most things were complicated for him, but sex had been especially so. It was something he'd been terrified of, when he was a teenager, because he didn't have control over himself and he was certain he'd just hurt anyone he ended up touching. He'd shied away from it until he'd grown more controlled. And, after all, the worry shifted to wondering if he was too controlled, if he couldn't really let go.

He likes sex. Hell, he loves sex, but he's grown to love this - getting to see someone fall apart under his hands - more than the base act in itself. And right now, looking at Clarice like that, her hair everywhere, her body reacting to his touch, her mouth unable to keep her noises in check, calling out his name, it's -

It's pretty perfect, if you ask him. Especially when she moans that she's close, her hips moving as he flattens his tongue against her clit for a moment, his own hair all over, fingers wet and moving easily in and out of her. Yeah. That's pretty much perfection, right here.

He hums against her, urging her on, his free hand reaching down to his erection, turned on beyond belief by Clarice. She's the only thing that matters right now. ]

( It's a mess, and it's the most delightful thing. Clarice can barely keep her thoughts from unravelling, her body giving in to the sensations instead. She can't help the whimper, the cut off gasp when he fucks her with his fingers, the way she tugs her hair as her stomach ties itself in knots. She can't help the eager, enthusiastic way she rocks her hips against his mouth, the way she shivers at the sound of it all. His panted breaths, the slide of his tongue against her clit. It's amazing.

Nor can she help the way her muscles go tight, spine arching and her heels digging into his back as her suddenly and completely orgasm overwhelms her. Clarice cries out, unable to keep it in, a delicious kind of agony rolling through her. She pulses with it, sparks of energy flickering in her veins, cunt twitching against his lips. )

Oh my god. ( Her hand shakes when she lifts it to push back her sweaty hair, eyes still closed. But Clarice drops her leg from his shoulder and reaches the other hand out, making a grabby motion. ) Jesus Christ, come here.

[ That - that could become the fiercest, most prideful moment of John's entire life. When she comes, Clarice's fingers twitch with her power, little flicks of purple and blue that disappear as soon as they appear, beautiful and telling him just out of control she is for that moment, just that little moment they're sharing right now.

John moans against her, before moving, muscles tense with anticipation and need as he drags his lips up along Clarice's stomach, chest, taking a moment to flick his tongue against one of her nipples but not completely stopping either, until he's face to face with her, still tasting her on his lips. ]

You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that for.

( Her hand reaches out so she can drag her thumb along the swell of his bottom lip. He's still damp from her body and it's fascinating in such a visceral way, Clarice's eyes on his mouth while her body still thrums with feeling. )

Actually, I'm pretty sure I could guess.

( She knows how he looks at her sometimes. It's just surprising that they've finally been able to carve out this space for themselves. Fingers moving to run through his hair, she surges up to kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue. It makes her groan a little, nails scratching down his scalp. His cock is hard between them, his muscles shifting as he holds himself up and the affection that rolls through her is almost too much to bear.

Clarice loves him, she's head over fucking heels, and the fact that he feels the same has born some new kind of power in her. She wants life.

Finally finding her strength again, Clarice pushes him back against the mattress, a knee between his thighs. She bites at his lips gently, eager, her hand wrapping around his dick to slowly stroke him with a firm grip. It feels nice to grind down against his hip, breathless laughter pressed between them each time he twitches. When Clarice finally stops trying to leave marks on his jaw, she pulls only inches away, a question on her face. )

I'm totally going to blow you later. But I really, really need to have you inside of me right now.

( Groping for the condoms left somewhere in the messed up sheets, her eyebrow lifts slightly. ) Cool?

[ Clarice taking charge, like this, pushing him down and telling him what she wants, feels like pure adrenaline rushing through his veins. John looks at her, reaching up to tuck hair behind her ear, his eyes traveling all over her face and drinking her in, the mischievous tilt of her lips, the want in her eyes, everything about her electrifying him, his body responding to hers without prompting. He rolls his hips when she wraps a hand around him, groaning gently at the feeling, the muscles in his thighs tensing, brain swimming in endorphins.

When Clarice speaks up, John can only answer with a moan, cock twitching at the words, the depth of her voice, the desire in it. He opens his eyes, knowing she's trying to play it cool, to be this aloof, above-it-all kind of girl, but he reaches out, brushing fingers along her cheek. ]

Anything you want.

[ He's not trying to anything, right now. He's way too taken, looking at Clarice like she holds his entire world in her eyes, his voice soft. Vulnerable, in a way he doesn't let himself be, ever. The only way he knows how to show her just how much he feels for her. ]

Anything.

( Bravado melts away just as easily as it had come, John's gentle touch and rapt expression making her feel more exposed than she ever has before. But instead of terrifying her, it settles her nerves. Her touch on his cock moves still, keeping him on the edge as she leans forward to kiss him. Strands of her hair drag along his collarbone, her mouth insistent as Clarice tries to pour everything she really feels into this. When they part, her own voice is almost a whisper. )

I've got you.

( She lets go of him only to tear the foil packet apart, carefully rolling the condom over his cock. Green eyes greedily drink in his expression, stroking him slowly a couple more times. She wants to make it last, but the desperate need to hold him inside of her is stronger and Clarice moves to sling her leg over his waist, palm pressed into his shoulder. Her fingers keep him steady, she doesn't tease, just shifts her hips until the head of his cock is pressing against her. Now she does go slow, body adjusting to his size, his heat. She makes a helpless noise, taking him in bit by bit. )

Oh.

( So this is probably what heaven feels like. )

[ Having Clarice sink down onto him is -

Well, fuck. John is not one to curse, not one prone to outbursts, but that's all he can feel right now, as her heats envelops him, so tight and so much John can only hold on to her hips, having to force himself to be careful, not crush her under his fingers just because of a lapse in his control.

It's hard. It's the hardest thing, not to allow himself to completely, utterly fall into the depth of the feelings Clarice elicits, how good she feels around him, as she moves slow and steady, not a tease, just - a moment for the two of them to feel. ]

Clarice -

[ Her name sounds loud to his own ears, deafening in the otherwise silence of the apartment. This is it - she is it, everything, and John is never, ever getting over it. ]

( She has to hold still for a moment when she bottoms out. The feeling is far too intense, she needs to gather some semblance of sanity back. But John feels so amazing, filling her up like this, hot and warm and his hands on her hips. She's wanted, needed, she's ridiculously overwhelmed. )

Fuck.

( Her voice is a shuddering whisper, eyes closed as she pants. Clarice holds on to him like he's a port in a storm, fingers digging into his shoulders. When she thinks she's brave enough to move it retains it's pace, hesitant at first, careful. Her hips rock against his, the drag of his cock inside her leaving stars behind her eyes. She doesn't remember the last time she felt want like this, as though someone has struck a match in a forest and it's eating everything up. When she finally opens her eyes, her pupils are blown with lust, but her face retains something --.

Love, probably. Even if she can't say it. )

You feel amazing.

[ John has no words. He's not one to get tongue-tied, speechless, but he is right now, body consuming by the sensations of Clarice over him, of being inside her, the two of them as close as they possibly can be. He breathes in, deep, chest expanding under her hands, and looks straight at her, at how incredible she looks, how incredible she feels. His hands move up along her sides, curling around her breasts, feeling like the world is moving in slow-motion.

He moves when he feels still too far from Clarice, pushing up from the bed to sit up, arching to pull one of her nipples into his mouth first, then moving up some more to kiss her again, one hand tangling up in her hair, silky purple strands wrapped around his fingers as he pulls her close, impossibly close, using an ounce of his strength for it. ]

( It's intimate in ways sex probably hasn't been for her before. Trust had always been a little more hard to come by for Clarice, and over the years she's had to harden her heart more often than not. So it had never been world-shattering. Never been the kind of soul-bearing experience that people claim it to be.

She hadn't met John then.

John who swept aside those defenses like they were nothing, who looked at her sometimes and made her feel more seen than she should have liked. Who smiled sometimes, and lit Clarice up like a firework. He made her feel all of those dumb, ridiculous romantic cliches, made her forget to be sharp-edged and uncaring. The man who took the world on top of his shoulders and still had the time to treat her gently, carefully, making sure this time that she knew it was real and he felt it too.

She curls an arm around his shoulders, fingers buried in his hair. Her hips move, kicked into action by his lips on her breast, grinding down onto his lap with need filling her veins. Clarice can't stop herself from tugging a little, and when he breaks away to breathe, her lips find his throat, tasting the salt of his skin with her tongue. )

[ John tilts his head back, closing his mouth and clenching his jaw, body moving without conscious thought, pushed to the very brink of his control, of his very being. He's mainly just feeling at this point, skin to skin, fingers trailing, touching, hips rolling up, lungs struggling to gather enough air with every breathe he takes.

It's cliche, when he blinks his eyes open and forces himself to look at Clarice, to press his forehead to hers, it's cliche but damn if it's not sincere when he speaks, words a little slurred and definitely full of feelings. ]

I love you -

( Oh.

Oh, but Clarice shivers at that, her lips parted on a sigh, her pulse jumping, hips twitching against his. Nobody's ever said those words to her before, nobody's ever meant them, and they feel monumental, mountainous. John loves her, and even if sometimes she can't figure out why, she's so glad that he does.

She kisses him then, hands framing his face, eyes closed. She kisses him slow and lingering, hips slowing so that she can feel every inch of him as he drags inside of her. Her tongue tastes the salt from his lips, mouth finding the sensitive spot beneath his jaw. She wants to show him how much she cares, how much she feels, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, body pressed against his as they move together. Part of her feels broken open and laid bare and it's exquisite in its sweet kind of pain.

Pressing her forehead to his shoulder, her palms map the shape of his back, the muscles there, dipping down to his waist. She can't stop touching him. )

[ When he comes, it's like a gut punch. It's surprising, comes out of nowhere, and makes John grip Clarice's hips tighter, his body stuttering as he thrusts his hips up, chokes on his breaths, his hair in his face and his lips sticking to Clarice's skin. Somehow manages to feel perfect, complete, right.

He holds her through it, before falling back on the bed, pulling her right along with him. ]

Can't believe I wasted that much time not doing this with you.

( John falls back and she goes easily, a delicious shiver fluttering through her from all the places their sticky, over-sensitive skin touches, from feeling the way he shifts inside her. She's a mess, and it's wonderful.

Clarice doesn't bite back the gasp it causes, nor does she stop herself from pressing her lips to where his pulse is racing. ) Mm. But we've got time now. We just needed to get here.

( "Here" not necessarily meaning the Quarantine. They've had a long journey. )

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