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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[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."

[just_cant_lose]

'...well, that just sounds like a good story to eat out on.'

How many other people have anything as interesting to say?

'Unless you're talking about when you were five, because I suppose you didn't have a lot of dinner engagements then.'

[have_no_mercy]

"No, it was a few years ago, but it's the same aliens who ran the orphanage I went to and who brought me back to life."

They really seem to like her.

[just_cant_lose]

'You said they won't be coming back again, didn't you?'

He blows a stream of smoke towards the ceiling, stretches his back out and looks around for something to ash his cigarette in to. He's restless, which is probably understandable, but not short with her. He's played the post-coital chat scene many times in his life, he can reproduce it again.

'How did you die?'

He doesn't think he ever got that bit of the story, but it's equally possible he tuned it out.

[have_no_mercy]

"I don't think they will be."

But she has no way to be one hundred percent certain on that.

"Zod killed me. He heat visioned my face. They obviously fixed that, too."

She nods toward the garbage can for his ashes.

"You know, you don't have to stay."

[just_cant_lose]

'And you still want to find him, and not to murder him?'

It goes a way to explaining why he likes her. Most people would be boringly predictable about such things. He gets up to the bin - what's your problem with the floor, Tess, other people clean these rooms - and paces up and down for a moment or two. Then he shrugs, and pulls his jeans on.

'If you want me to go, just say.'

Another reason he likes her. She can want him gone, and he can want to go, and it's fine.

[have_no_mercy]

"That's right."

Maybe she'd try to kill him after she got what she wanted out of him, but leaving him where he is is also satisfactory.

She smiles.

"I do need to shower and probably have a nap, so your presence is no longer required."

Then she gets up and walks over to him to give him one last kiss. Not on the cheek.

[just_cant_lose]

He smirks and takes the kiss. Even gives it back.

'Just remember why you need a shower and a nap, darling.'

It's all fine. He needs a shower and a wank. He pecks her on the lips again, and picks his shirt up.

'Find me soon, so we can start the moon project. Don't make me wait.'

[have_no_mercy]

"I won't forget."

She sits back on the edge of the bed.

"Still so bossy. I'll find you soon enough."

[just_cant_lose]

'I think we've proved you don't mind.'

And he can get a lot more bossy than this. Irrelevant now, though; he pulls shoes on, grabs his shorts and opens the door.

'Have a good sleep, my dear.'

One last grin, a wink in her direction, and he's gone.