Watchtower

[have_no_mercy]

When they leave Milliways, Tess and Jim enter what looks very much like an elevator. That's because it is. Steel all around with a camera up in one corner.

Smile, Jim, you're on TessTV!

She presses the button for the top floor and then waits.

Comments

[have_no_mercy]

"Yes. Poor me."

She gasps as he marks her and slides her hands up his chest and around his neck.

"Maybe after we have the moon sorted out."

[just_cant_lose]

'You're spoiling me, Tess. All these interesting projects.'

He grins, and pulls his fingernails down the soft skin on the inside of her leg. His teeth tug at the top of the cup of her bra.

'If you're left alone on a planet of dead people, you'd go mad. I'd like to see that.' Another tug. 'Pull this down for me.'

[have_no_mercy]

"Someone has to keep you out of trouble."

Which is so not what she's doing. She knows full well that Jim will get into trouble no matter who he's with.

"There'd be a few people left."

Slowly, she undoes one more button on her blouse before reaching inside and pushing the fabric out of the way.

[just_cant_lose]

'Selective genocide. Interesting.'

His mouth closes around her nipple, tugging on it with his lips and then flicking his tongue out over it.

'And no one here has any interest in me being kept out of trouble.'

[have_no_mercy]

Tess closes her eyes and moans softly.

"Why shouldn't I keep a few amusing people around?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Why not indeed?'

He keeps playing, using his tongue, and nudges her legs a little farther apart. He doesn't try to bet under her knickers yet, just rubs her over the top of them with the tip of one finger.

'It'd be boring having to do this yourself for the rest of your life.'

[have_no_mercy]

Her hips shift a little closer, bracing herself with one hand on the desk.

"It would be boring. Very boring. I shouldn't be subjected to it."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim chuckles and straightens up, so he can push both hands under her backside and put it where he wants; right on the edge of the desk, with her top half pushed back a bit. She can hang on around his neck if he likes, or brace against the desk, he doesn't care. He's too restless to do her thoroughly like he did last time, but that doesn't mean he won't make it good.

'At least you know I'll never be that.'

Two fingers slide under her knickers and then into her, as he leans for a brief kiss.

[have_no_mercy]

She makes a small, surprised noise when he re-positions her, though she's smiling when she has her bearings back. Her arms around his neck seem more secure for the time being.

"Does that mean I should keep you around?"

Then his fingers are inside her and she makes another noise, a more guttural one of pleasure.

[just_cant_lose]

'I'm already dead. You can try and kill me along with everyone else, but I don't like your chances.'

And not just because he's already dead. No matter; he looks amused at that noise, and crooks his fingers forward as he rubs inside her.

'It appears your mental exhaustion and concerns about not being into this have gone away.'

He is made of surprise.

[have_no_mercy]

"I never said I doubted... oh, God."

Give her a few moments here.

"You could do this."

In fact, she was certain he could. But she is in a much better mood now, thank you very much.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim bites his bottom lip and watches her face. This look suits her, and it's all the better because he knows not many men get to see it.

Then he's reminded that Eric gets to see it, which is annoying, but he's not about to let it ruin a good time. He doesn't press harder seeing as she obviously likes what he's doing already, but does push the heel of his hand over her clit as he unzips his flies.

'Sort the condom out for me me, would you? It's in my pocket.'

If she can.

'I don't think you want me to stop to do it.'

[have_no_mercy]

Very few men, indeed. She'd be glad to know it suits her but for the moment, her mind is decidedly elsewhere. And that's not on dealing with the condom, though she feels she should be somewhat useful instead of a near quivering mess.

"No, I've got it."

Tess reaches into his pocket and fishes the package out, opening it delicately since she's performing a bit of a balancing act. Finally, she gets the condom out and manages to reach down and roll it down over him.

She's broken out in a bit of a sweat doing this and once finished, she lifts her head in search of another kiss, hands back around his neck.

[just_cant_lose]

He doesn't make it easy by slowing down or anything; on the contrary, while she's busy with opening the wrapper and getting the thing on him, he decides it's the perfect time to add a bit more pressure and speed his rhythm a but. She can have a kiss, though. A long one if she wants it, as he pushes her skirt up to her hips and drags her knickers to one side.

'Hold on.'

He might go slow, but he's sure as hell not going to go easy. He thrusts in hard, gripping her ass to keep her pulled forward, shoving deep and then grinding deeper, watching her face the whole time.

[have_no_mercy]

Why would he make it any easier for her? She expects nothing less and that's why she deserves that kiss. Of course, it's interrupted by what he says and for some reason she feels like she should listen to him, her grip on him tightening.

And then he's inside her, rough and ready. Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth open to accommodate her increased breathing. She can't help but respond, hissing out a breath that vaguely sounds like a 'yes'. Unsurprisingly, Tess likes it a bit rough so she pushes right back against him with equal fervor.

[just_cant_lose]

He laughs, soft but with an edge of something he's never shown her during sex. He likes it more than a bit rough, and if she's up for going down that road, he's never going to say no. He draws back all the way to the tilt, and then snaps forward again, one hand on her ass and the other on her breast, nipping her breath off her lips.

[have_no_mercy]

That drags another moan out of her, louder than before, her nails digging into his skin at the base of his neck. She continues to push back, hips rocking back and forth against his hand.

[just_cant_lose]

'If you leave marks on me, you'll be in serious trouble.'

He's teasing, except for the way he's really not. But it doesn't sound like he minds the sensation for now, and he starts a hard rhythm because he likes that noise out her, and the way she's coming to meet him, working for her own pleasure. He rolls her nipple between his fingertips, pinching a little, twisting gently in counterpoint to the firm thrusts between her legs.

[have_no_mercy]

"It'll be your own fault."

She removes her hands and starts unbuttoning his shirt to expose the rest of his throat, then takes little nips all the way down, nothing hard enough to leave marks. Her moans keep coming, throaty and low, and eventually she simply rests her head on his shoulder.

[just_cant_lose]

'It's not my fault you love a hard dick.'

Her teeth makes him hiss a touch, in a good way. It seems a good time to retaliate when she rests her head down, though his idea of retaliation is to lick the pad of his thumb and push it against her clit, leaving it there for her to rock against.

'Not my fault you're going to come on it.'

[have_no_mercy]

"Oh...oh, it is your fault I'm going to come."

It's whispered up against his ear as her own thrusts get harder and harder, allowing herself to grind against that pad of skin.

"Fuck, yes. Don't stop."

[just_cant_lose]

He grins breathlessly at that - fiiiine, he'll take credit - and pulses his thumb against her like a heartbeat on her skin, meeting every harder thrust at him with a harder one of his own.

'You don't stop. Go on, ride it. Take what you want, it suits you.'

He'll provide the means, and she can help herself. He turns his head and scrapes his teeth down her neck, absolutely leaving a mark where people will be able to see it, and then whispering in turn, 'come, then. I like watching it.'

[have_no_mercy]

The last thing Tess is going to do it stop. She continues her pace and rhythm until her head comes off his shoulder and falls back, eyes closed. The sounds she makes now are more like whimpers as she gets ever closer to her release.

[just_cant_lose]

Sometimes Jim's really annoyed at himself for being...himself. Like right now, when he enjoys this sight objectively but still can't fall into it the way he should. He surveys her from under half-lowered eyelids, pushing her harder, loving how hot and wet she is and anticipating the moment of release.

Her throat's open for for the taking though, so he leans in and licks a stripe up it anyway, letting salt explode on his tongue before biting down, leaving another mark where it'll be difficult to hide.

[have_no_mercy]

It's the bite that pushes her over the edge, the heat inside her bursting with pleasure. She rids him faster and a little bit harder as the waves pulse though her body.

She'll talk about the marking later. When she's come down and is more coherent.