Upstairs - For Jim

[have_no_mercy]

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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[have_no_mercy]

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.

[just_cant_lose]

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.

[have_no_mercy]

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?

[just_cant_lose]

'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.

[have_no_mercy]

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.

[just_cant_lose]

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.

[have_no_mercy]

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.

[just_cant_lose]

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.'

[have_no_mercy]

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.

[just_cant_lose]

He likes that. He likes that push into his hand, and he likes watching her touch herself. His breath comes a little harder and he pushes up to meet her, keeping the rhythm, gripping her waist to keep her secure.

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.'

[have_no_mercy]

"Oh."

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.

[just_cant_lose]

He bites his bottom lip, and closes his eyes again. He likes eager. He loves those moments that build before people start to break, the crescendo and the point they realise they don't want to get off the ascent.

'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.'

[have_no_mercy]

"If that's what you want."

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.

[just_cant_lose]

More often than not, Jim finds attempts at intimacy an active turn-off. He prefers it when it's rough and raw, bodies taking what they need of each other. He likes Tess more than any random stranger, but he doesn't want her thinking she knows how to get to him either.

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.

[have_no_mercy]

Notes taken. And will be remembered if there's a next time.

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.

[just_cant_lose]

Good. Good. Much better. His chest is pulling harder and he's starting to strain in her a bit, almost fully engaged with what she's doing. His mouth closes on her breast again, and he gives one small moan, working his fingers insistently and pulling her down on to him so he can grind right back, thrusting hard inside her, staying deep, working for those noises out of her mouth.

[have_no_mercy]

He doesn't have to work that hard, as close as she is. Her hand presses against his and her clit just as she rides him over the edge. Her other hand clenches in the sheets, drawing her pleasure out of him for several more minutes.

[just_cant_lose]

'Mm.'

Yep. Good. He chuckles and lets her do her thing for as long as she needs to, watching the effect on her body. It's such a change from how uptight she usually is, and she's in great shape. He runs his hands up her thighs, and kisses sweat off her breasts, her throat, her neck. He's not moving though, not trying to finish himself off.

He doesn't say anything at all until she seems to be coming down a bit, and then;

'You are a hot mess, darling.'

Wet, and sticky, and beautiful. He's pleased!

[have_no_mercy]

She's given up trying to figure him out when it comes to sex and frankly, at the moment, she doesn't care. She's been made happy three times now and if that's how we wants to play this, that's all well and fine with her.

"I know."

It's not many people she lets see her like this, all post coital and gross. She doesn't seem to mind much with him. Tough she is aching for a shower at some point soon.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim's seen worse messes, and ones a lot less pretty than this. Post-coital and gross is fine when he's the one who's caused it.

He leans back against the frame, and takes her in.

'Had enough? Or do you want one more?'

A few more? He can put her on her side and aim for multiples if she wants; he asks only because he's trying to decide if he can be bothered to work himself up to a climax. He didn't think it was going to be an issue - she is beautiful, and he likes her, and she's not often boring - but as it turns out, she's...not Sherlock, and it's more of an issue than he'll admit to himself, or allow to be seen by anyone else.

[have_no_mercy]

She sighs happily and removes herself from him, laying next to him on the bed.

"I think I'm good, unless you want to go again."

She could do one more round, tired and messy as she already is, but if he's wanting another go she could oblige. Otherwise, she's going to stay right here for a few moments, allowing her body to calm down completely.

[just_cant_lose]

'I'm fine.'

It's not going to happen for him. It's okay; more normal than not, in fact. It's still been worth it to see her in such a mess.

He gets up to toss the condom in the bin, wash his face and then grab a cigarette from his jeans. He goes back to sitting where he was, toying his lighter between his fingers.

'Happy birthday,' he says, grins, and lights his smoke.

[have_no_mercy]

Tess props herself up on one elbow and watches as he putters around and then returns to the bed.

"One of the better birthdays I've had."

Now she's going to have to air freshen her room. Thanks, Jim.

[just_cant_lose]

He thinks he's earned a cigarette. She can deal.

'Why? Have the others been actively bad, or just full of angst because-'

He makes a hand gesture. Adoption, issues with parents, all of that.

[have_no_mercy]

She'll deal, because he has earned it.

"Both. I found out it was my birthday by being kidnapped by aliens."