Into the Unknown with darkseidofmoon

[have_no_mercy]

It's not unusual for Tess to remain working in the study into the wee hours of the morning. What isn't usual is for her to be waiting for company, even if the hours aren't quite so wee as yet. It's still late and worse, she has little idea what she may be getting herself into.

Which also isn't usual, but sometimes these kinds of risks have to be taken and she's the only one, in her opinion, who can put themselves on the line right now.

That doesn't mean Tess isn't going to be pacing until her guest arrives.

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[have_no_mercy]

She didn't think he would. And the lack of hindrance is appreciated as she makes quick work of the buttons and starts to push the material back over his shoulders and down his arms. All the while managing not to break the current kiss. Now this is multitasking she can handle.

[darkseidofmoon.livejournal.com]

He shifts to help her remove his shirt the rest of the way, also maintaining the current kiss as he does so.

He will, however, eventually draw back ever so slightly to regard her and discard his vacant shirt from the couch. "Now are things more to your liking?"

[have_no_mercy]

He's granted a smile as her eyes sweep over the bare expanse of his chest, her hands following not far behind. "It's certainly much more fair, yes."

[darkseidofmoon.livejournal.com]

Darkseid makes a sound of agreement before leaning down further to press his lips to her torso, slowly making his way back up to her face.

"Well, if you'd like to remove anything else and make things uneven again, it is your turn to do so."

[have_no_mercy]

Tess' breath catches in her throat, but by the time he speaks she's regained her smug composure. And without saying a word, she kicks her shoes off.

[darkseidofmoon.livejournal.com]

And, to keep things fair, of course, his own shoes will soon find their way off his feet and off the couch. Then he pauses to study her, dropping a hand to rub gently along her side.

[have_no_mercy]

Making no effort to stop him from doing so Tess simply traces her fingers lightly up along his arm, stopping to rest against his cheek.

"King's choice next."