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

[tanker]

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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[viatorius]

( 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.

[tanker]

[ 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. ]

[viatorius]

( 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. )

[tanker]

[ 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 -

[viatorius]

( 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. )

[tanker]

[ 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.

[viatorius]

( 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. )