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.

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[just_cant_lose]

'You think that'd stop me?'

He turns his head, and smirks at her.

'As long as I can get you in the mood, you'd enjoy yourself. And you know I can.'

He looks back at the outside, and adds, 'if I was to just walk out of in here, and go play out there, would you have me killed?'

[have_no_mercy]

"I'm not disputing that. I merely don't comprehend why you'd want to go through all that if you're not getting anything out of it."

Which is how it seems to her.

"You can't get past the elevator. And even if you could, no. I'd have you returned."

[just_cant_lose]

Eh. Boring.

'What makes you think I'm not getting anything out of it?'

He turns, and sits with his back against the glass.

[have_no_mercy]

She might no go after him at all. After all, how much can he really do in three days? And what happens when those three days are over?

"You must be, or you wouldn't do it, but I can't think of what it could be. You're... disassociated, somehow."

[just_cant_lose]

He's snorts a laugh at that, genuinely amused.

'I'm permanently disassociated, darling. It's apparently a side effect of being, you know-'

Batshit insane. She'll get that from his vague wave of the hand, right?

'What you really mean is that I don't get off. You shouldn't take it personally. I am about ninety per cent queer, after all.'

[have_no_mercy]

"You seem more so than usual."

Yes, she gets it.

"I actually didn't mean that at all."

She gets that, too. She's not Sherlock.

"But if not that, what do you get out of it?"

[just_cant_lose]

He eyes her with a lazy smile.

'Why would you ask me questions you don't want the answer to?'

Maybe she doesn't know she doesn't want the answer yet.

[have_no_mercy]

Maybe she doesn't want the answer. Maybe she can handle the answer. She doesn't put much sentiment in sex, after all.

"What, it's to shut me up? Or am I a passable distraction at times?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Shut you up? God, no. Why would I want that when we're fucking?'

Yes yes, he got what she really meant. Jim shrugs.

'You're a passable distraction, yes, that's part of it. You're a good lay. I don't mind your company, when you're not being boring. You'd be more fun if you cut loose more, but far be it from me to dictate how you live.'

None of this is the real reason, which is far more childish. But it doesn't distract from the fact that he does like her! As much as he likes anyone.

'You're a strong woman, with a lot of power, a lot of influence, and the potential to do a lot of damage. I like turning you into a quivering wreck.'

Also not the real reason. Not quite. He's fine with her believing it if she wants to, but he's really just teasing to see what she'll do.

[have_no_mercy]

Yes, she knew all that already and as for that excuse? She knows better than to believe that.

"You can do better."

Not than her, that's not what she means at all. Although he probably could in that sense. She means the reason.

[just_cant_lose]

'Maybe. But if I tell the truth, it might mean I don't get to make you say my name the way you do when you come, and that'd be a crying shame.'

He gets up and walks towards her, eyeing her up and down.

'What does it matter, anyway? You like getting off, you're not going to get emotionally involved with me - though I think you'd love to with somebody - and I can give you what you need. What else is important?'

[have_no_mercy]

"You really think I'd be that offended?"

Now she's more curious than ever.

"It's too good to be true. Someone who focusses entirely on me and doesn't want strings. There has to be a wrinkle in there somewhere."

She doesn't even want to ask if he means a specific someone because then she might get annoyed.

[just_cant_lose]

He doesn't think he needs to mention anyone specific. She's the one with the hang-up.

Jim shrugs then, leaning into her space a little, hands in his pockets and not really caring if she likes him less for this.

'You like me. You like me to the point of indulgence, recently. It's not your fault - I know you get bored too, and you're dissatisfied; I know I'm interesting, I know you like a bad boy and you're not that good yourself. But even I didn't expect you to fuck me at sixteen, so you must actually see something that most others don't. Either that, or you're secretly into kids.'

He doesn't think she's into kids. Point is, she's good for his ego. And the more he teases her, the better the sex, the more she gives him what he wants. He has fun, she gets off, he gets to misbehave and still get his own way. Plus a distraction. Plus a power trip. Plus he gets off on himself playing her body like a fiddle.

'It's funny, to me. Also, it'll piss Sherlock off.'

[have_no_mercy]

If he means Oliver or, god forbid, Clark, she might laugh in his face. But then, it would really be in him to understand the nuances in her relationships with either of them.

"You thought I'd be upset over any of that? And stop sounding so scandalized over me screwing you at sixteen. You're not. Sixteen is hardly a child."

That point hits home a little, though she's not about to rise to the bait at the moment.

"So I amuse you. What else is new?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Sixteen's not a child when you're sixteen. When you're thirty-four and female, it's different. Not by my standards, you know I don't give a fuck. But you know you'd be judged.'

The fact that she doesn't care is one of the reasons he genuinely likes her. He waves a hand.

'Lets go with amused, and leave it at that.'

He thinks of her as a toy. And acknowledges that she probably knows it on some level, and assumes she's using him back. The fact she still gets what she wants out of it is only going to make him respect her, but it doesn't mean he'll value her. Yes, he assumes if she knew the depths of his disdain for even people he likes, she'd be turned off. But he's not going to show that. Not today, anyway.

[have_no_mercy]

"I've been judged my whole life. It's hardly anything new."

He can think of her as a toy. She really doesn't mind. And she certainly doesn't expect to be valued. He likes her, to a certain degree and so far, it's been a profitable relationship. That's about all she can hope for.

"So, up to you. Sex, or Milliways."

[just_cant_lose]

'Sex.'

He grins, leans in and kisses her briefly.

'But let me drink my vodka first.'

And saunters off to the bar to get it.

[have_no_mercy]

All right, then. She packs up what's left of the food and tosses it, then finishes her own drink.

Once that's all done, she sits on the edge of her desk waiting for him.

[just_cant_lose]

He drains his glass, and pulls out his wallet to get a condom. It can go into his pocket for now.

'Any more of your friends likely to show up?'

[have_no_mercy]

"Like I said, no one's scheduled but me. For at least another two hours."

With a few keystrokes on her laptop, she can set it up so no one will be able to get in until they're done. Which she does, before putting said laptop back in its drawer.

"We'll be fine."

[just_cant_lose]

Oliver wasn't scheduled either, but there you go. It doesn't matter, he's not shy of an audience anyway.

'Have you ever had sex in here before?'

Jim smiles as he walks back over to her, and nudges her knees a little further apart with one of his own.

[have_no_mercy]

That was meant half sarcastically. There's a reason she locked the door.

"No, I haven't."

She complies, because, well, this is part of the game they play.

[just_cant_lose]

'That's a shame.'

It's not a shame. He likes that he's the first to have her here, which will probably surprise no one. He stands between her legs and leans in to kiss her, threading one hand into her hair to hold her head in a light grip.

[have_no_mercy]

It isn't something she's really thought about before, because this is the last place she'd ever bring someone to have sex with. Her office at Luthorcorp, however? That's different.

She returns the kiss, a hand coming to rest on his arm.

[just_cant_lose]

Tragic underuse of office space. Shows distinct lack of imagination. It's so lucky he's here to put this right.

He deepens the kiss for a moment, then pulls back when a thought strikes.

'Why are you always so pissed off when your friends think you have a boyfriend?'

Not that her being cross isn't funny.