have_no_mercy | Upstairs

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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.

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Tess gasps as he changes pace, trying her damnedest to keep up. It's a difficult task as once again, there's all too much to pay attention to when all she wants to focus on is the heat inside her.

But she does like being overwhelmed. She does her best work then.

It's not much longer until she explodes inside once more. Her breaths come out in little huffs, her hand beating a rhythm against the wall.

"Oh, god, yes."

Jim chuckles quietly and withdraws, sitting back on his heels and wiping his mouth off on his forearm. He keeps a hand on the outside of the knee over his shoulder, but otherwise leaves her be and just watches. Not for too long, though. He can't afford to start thinking.

She's still for a few minutes. Just breathing, sweating, coming down off that orgasm high.

"You're really good at that."

'I know.'

He sets her leg down and stands up in one smooth movement, putting a hand on her waist and his mouth on her neck.

'Bed.'

It doesn't matter to her that she's massaging an ego that really doesn't need it, she's just stating the truth. That was good.

And if he wants to be Mr. Bossy, he needs to let her be able to do what he asks. She slides her hands up to his chest, palms flat, then gently pushes him toward the bed.

"You have to cooperate too, you know.|

'Oh?'

He grins, cheeky as hell, but lets her push. Co-operating, see?

'I think I'm behaving very nicely.'

"You definitely are. It's much appreciated."

When they reach the bed she sits on the edge before pushing herself back a little. She smiles up at him.

"How do you want me?"

Good question. He looks down at her with pursed lips, then realises he doesn't have to decide right this second.

'Where do you keep your condoms?'

She nods toward the dresser behind him.

"Top drawer, left hand side."

Maybe he does have to decide right this second. Well, fine. He can always change his mind in a while.

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.'

Tess doesn't expect wooing or even much of a flirtation. She knows full well that if Jim truly didn't want to be here, doing this with her, he'd have no qualms about leaving her high and not-so-dry.

"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.

'Mm.'

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.

She smiles, starting a slow tempo to begin with, hands resting on her knees.

"You can enjoy them all you like."

Her head tilts, hair falling over her shoulder as her smile gets lazier.

Way ahead of her. His lips are already closing around one nipple, and fingertips around the other. He loops his free arm around her waist, no tension in it, letting her move with no direction from him. Slow is fine to begin with.

She works her way down deliberately, then clenches her muscles, almost pulling her way up his shaft. His mouth and hand draw soft moans out of her, her nipples growing hard with want.

That pulls...if not quite a sound out of him, definitely a long, slow exhalation. He tightens his hold around her for a second to show he likes it, and looks up at her to encourage her to do it again. She's smart; he figures that's enough of a hint. He's not going to take his mouth off her in the meantime, because those sounds she's making are good and help keep him focused.

Tess doesn't really need a hint; she plans to keep moving this way, until the pace needs to change. All she needed to hear was that noise from him to know she was going in the right direction.

Jim sits back to enjoy it, languid as anything, stroking idle fingers up her sides as he watches. He's in no hurry and is not that concerned about getting off anyway, though he likes the chances of it with her.

'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.

Her breathing is coming a little more rapidly now and she almost laughs, running a hand across his chest to rest on his shoulder.

"I want your help designing it all."

Is that what you wanted to hear, Jim? Does it help?

'Excellent. Let's go full 'Bond villain lair' on it. Unless you find me a volcano to do that on first.'

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.

She does laugh softly at that.

"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.

He closes his eyes at the touch of her hand, pleasure starting to roll out more strongly from his centre. And he likes hands on his body.

'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.

She keeps her hands on him, slowly tracking over his chest and abdomen, sometimes with nails and others without.

"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.

He can take her weight, but he's not going to insist she does anything just yet. He lets his head drop back against the frame instead, closes his eyes and breathes, massaging one breast gently in his hand.

'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.'

They don't need colour schemes! But this is not the time to debate with him, though he's probably enjoying it.

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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