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]

'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.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim sucks his breath over his teeth as she rides him harder, and laughs when the bite makes her come.

Other than that he just watches, and lets her settle as she needs. It's a pretty enough sight, and she does feel good.

[have_no_mercy]

Her chest is heaving once everything starts to dissipate and she slows down until she's at a near stop. She rests her arms on his shoulders and tries to catch her breath.

"now I really am tired."

[just_cant_lose]

He chuckles and looks her over. A very nice mess, and he is, as ever, pleased with himself for bringing it about.

'Lucky for you, I hear that sofa over there turns into a bed if you want it.'

[have_no_mercy]

She sighs and brushes her hair back.

"No, I think I'll just finish up here and go to the Penthouse."

A two hour ride back to Smallville doesn't seem all that appealing right now.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim shrugs - makes no difference to him - and pulls out of her, sorting his clothes out and going to find a bin for the condom.

'That's your city place?'

[have_no_mercy]

"One of them."

The main one, the only one she stays at. The others are for guests or just because she felt like buying them. A few are hideouts.

Tess straightens herself out and slides off the desk.

"I can open a door for you from here."

[just_cant_lose]

'I assumed.'

He washes his hands, and helps himself to a fresh drink from the bar. He's tense, wound up under his skin, but it doesn't show much and he's not unfriendly.

'So I'll get on with everything for the base. I've got a few other things on, but nothing that'll really hold this up.'

Unless Hannibal comes through with a door; he'll put everything on hold for that challenge. Or unless Sherlock comes back, which he'll have to do eventually, but Jim has no reason to believe it'll be any time soon. So. Moonbase it is.

[have_no_mercy]

"I trust if anything does arise you'll let me know."

It's only fair.

Tess is in need of a shower and some proper food. She glances over to him.

"Don't forget your bows and arrows."

[just_cant_lose]

'Can do.'

He finishes his vodka and sets his glass down. He needs to go. He enjoys doing this, but it's frustrating. And as an experiment, it just proves that Sherlock being gone is a problem he isn't going to go away.

A nod in her direction, and he collects his laptop and modelling device, and chucks them into Oliver's bag of arrows. The bow follows, and he's ready.

'Okay, kick me out. We've both got stuff to be doing,'

He does appreciate her lack of need for sentiment. He's not even going to try faking it.

[have_no_mercy]

"That we do."

Tess walks to the elevator and concentrates for a moment before pressing the button to open. When it does so, Milliways can clearly be seen on the other side.

"Have a good day, darling."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim snorts at that, and drags the bag over his shoulder. Fine, he'll play along, albeit in a tone dripping with sarcasm.

'You too, dear. Remember to pick up the dry cleaning, and try not to lose the kids after football.'

He pecks her on the cheek, tips her a wink and heads off, his mind already switched back to more interesting, moon-based problems.