Tess Mercer (
have_no_mercy) wrote2016-11-13 08:00 pm
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Upstairs - For Jim
As promised, Tess' room is not fancy. It's a mid-sized standard Milliways room, with a bed, dresser, a couple of arm chairs and a bathroom en suite. Just a big bedroom and nothing else. Well, besides the wet bar. It wouldn't be a Luthor room without one.
She follows Jim in and wastes no time in dropping her shoes and sweater on one of the chairs.
Her skirt hits the floor not long after.
She follows Jim in and wastes no time in dropping her shoes and sweater on one of the chairs.
Her skirt hits the floor not long after.
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'Where do you keep your condoms?'
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"Top drawer, left hand side."
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He takes a condom and drops his shorts without ceremony, kicking them away to join the rest of his clothes by the door. He wants this, he does, but he can't help the feeling that he should want it more.
'Ride me for a bit?'
He spins it into a question at the last second, to make it less of an order. Though he doesn't think she'd object to a firmer hand too much. He climbs onto the bed and sits propped against the frame, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth.
'I want to look at you.'
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"All right."
She straddles his legs while he puts the condom on and then shifts a little higher. Taking him in hand, she guides him to her entrance and then ever so slowly lowers herself onto him.
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Okay, that's good. Distracting. He smiles and holds her waist, letting her settle as she pleases, only leaning forward to nuzzle at her breasts.
'Nice to reacquaint myself with tits.'
He doesn't miss them when they're not at hand, but he's not going to pass up the opportunity to play with them. And these are particularly nice.
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"You can enjoy them all you like."
Her head tilts, hair falling over her shoulder as her smile gets lazier.
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'Do I get to design the look of the moonbase, or do you just want me for the computers?'
This said as he licks the tips of his fingers, and returns attention to her nipple.
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"I want your help designing it all."
Is that what you wanted to hear, Jim? Does it help?
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Shiny silver jumpsuits for all the staff! Lasers! It'll be awesome. Jim grins and strokes her inner thigh, watching the way she slides up and down him. It's a good visual, and there's a faint thread of tension in him because of her increased breath rate.
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"This is for heroes, remember."
So Bond villain isn't quite going to cut it. But something similar should work, once he gets a look at Watchtower.
Her hand grips his shoulder and she increases the pace a little, her other hand drawing over his abdomen.
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'Do they wear uniforms?'
Colour coordination will have to be a thing. Coordination will also work here, as he bends his knees a little, plants his feet on the bed and starts to rock up to meet her. Just a bit, nothing too strong.
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"They each have their own."
Secret identities are a real thing in her world.
She leans back against his knees slightly, though not expecting him to take the brunt of her weight.
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'I'll coordinate them a colour scheme.'
This is clearly the most important part of the whole thing. He catches one of her hands at the wrist; not to stop her touching, but just to say,
'You don't have to try and please me. Go fast if you want. I like watching.'
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What he says then doesn't really compute to her. She doesn't have to please him? Isn't that what this is all about? She's had her turn twice already. But he knows what's going to work for him, so she'll listen.
The tempo increases once more and she stops leaning back against him, instead leaning more forward, her breast practically being pushed into his hand. And since he likes to watch she takes one of her own and reaches down to circle her clit with insistent fingers. One of them should be getting something out of this.
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He knows what works for him. It's not being passive like this, unless he's forced to it, and he'd never let Tess do that.
'You look good.'
He smiles lazily and slips his hand between her legs, drawing fingers through the slick mess they've made already. He tangles them through hers at her clit, and leans forwards to flicker his tongue over her nipple.
'Keep going.'
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It's a little sound as his hand joins hers. New sensations are fun and she's not about to stop it. She changes up the pace again, her downward thrusts more eager. Her head falls back, hair spilling down her shoulders. Her arm slides around his back, gripping him for some sense of stability.
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'You know what you want.'
He doesn't force it; he knows better than to try. He just keeps his fingers there, wet and slick and available for her to rub on as she rides, pressuring just a little as he meets her thrusts down on to him.
'Take it.'
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And it seems to be.
She takes full advantage, not thinking about him and his pleasure anymore, simply riding him because he's there and inside her.
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Anyway, she's hot like this. Working for her own pleasure, pleasing herself on him. It gets him going the way soft and slow didn't, his grip on her gets tighter, his fingertips slipping over her clit with the sort of relentless movement that's determined to bring her off.
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Jim is definitely being used now, as she grinds down against him, hips rocking so she can get enough of his fingers as well. It doesn't take much longer before she's spiraling toward release once more, her moans growing louder with every thrust.
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