( That's the least helpful thing he could do, but Clarice gives into it easily, pressing against him. Her hand moves to his hair, winding her fingers through his dark locks, tugging a little with impatience.
Clarice never thought she'd be someone satisfied with making out, and part of her isn't exactly, she wants more. But trading kisses with John is definitely something she can get on board with. She licks her way into his mouth, the sole of her foot sliding down the back of his thigh as she does so.
[ He wouldn't consider this entirely satisfying, either, but it's so, so much better than nothing. It's better than their first kiss, as sweet as it was, because there's no urgency this time. This, right now, is not to make a point. It's not to prove anything. It's pure need, the two of them finally acting on their desires. It's slow, and languid, and sexy, and John doesn't want to move away, wants to spend hours tracing the seam of Clarice's lips with his tongue, taste her, feel her body move against his.
His palm flatten against her back, a finger just under the band of her bra, just touching her, wanting to map out every inch of her body, feel her heat and her strength, wrapped up with his own.
( The shiver is a rolling current of electricity that drags along her nerves. Clarice's skin feels too hot already, helplessly aroused by just this, the drag of his tongue, the touch at her spine. He shouldn't be able to make her feel this way, like she's never taken anyone to bed before, like she's never been this hungry. And yet, that's exactly how it feels to be kissing him, the complicated mess of lingering want blindsiding her with each small shift.
Her kingdom for a day without disaster. Her kingdom for a night where they don't have to worry.
Her arms wrap around him, push up to press her palms flat against the planes of his shoulders. Every time their lips part to breathe, she chases his mouth, lips and limbs unwilling to let him get too far from her. Not that he wants to. She knows that, can feel it in the way he grips her to him, the way his muscles tremble against hers. )
[ It's been years since John hasn't done this. Laid down on a bed with a beautiful girl and just kiss, for what feels like hours, like time has stopped and he has nothing else in the world to do. Languid, easy kisses, that still send sharp spikes of electricity down his body, from his brain to the bottom of his stomach to his dick, reacting to Clarice pressed against him like a teenager would.
Part of him wants to push forward, tilt his hips into hers, pull her closer. Grind against her like the teenager he's feeling inside. But another part of him, the adult, responsible one, is actually enjoying this thoroughly. He's taking his time, which is not something he's ever got to do in his last relationship - it wasn't Sonia's speed, and they barely had any time, ever. But with Clarice, he -
He wants to take her apart, slowly. Undress her and discover her, every kiss and touch to make her gasp, arch into him, beg for more. He wants to have hours and hours with her, until the sun comes up and they haven't slept a wink, making up for months of lost time.
He can't bear anything else, even if the mere thoughts, right now, just make him grow harder in his jeans. ]
( He's turned on. She can feel it. It would be impossible not to feel it. It doesn't help that she's lost in the feeling too, that she feels too hot, skin too tight. If this were any other time she'd waste none of it in divesting him of his clothes, of seducing him.
This is far, far more important to her than that though, and so she keeps chasing sweet kisses, lazily stroking his back and trying not to cause too much friction between their hips even if she's desperate for it. When she has to breathe, she pauses, presses her forehead against his, laughs weakly. )
[ Breathing out loudly in the quiet of the room, John licks his lips, tasting Clarice on them. There's a slow burn in the pit of his stomach, licking up his ribs all the way to that space around his heart. He nods. ]
Yeah.
[ Because it is. He wants to rip that suit off of her, make love to her for hours on her, right now. But the sisters are a room over, Marcos and Lorna across the hall, and it's just - it's just not the right time. ]
( She's growing as a person, really she is. Because it takes a great deal of will to unwind her legs from around his. Clarice doesn't move away though, not really. Instead she settles against the pillows, her hair spilling between them, a hand under her cheek. )
I'm going to close my eyes and think really unsexy things, okay? Like, super gross ones. And I'm going to keep my hands to myself. Because I'm a good person.
( She's smiling even as she closes her eyes, but her free hand does rest between them. She's there if he needs her during the night. ) Good person, John.
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I'll teach you.
[ He'd started, after all, back at Headquarters. He'll try again, he'll get her there.
Instead of replying, he just kisses her, deep and full of longing, his hand slipping under her shirt. ]
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Clarice never thought she'd be someone satisfied with making out, and part of her isn't exactly, she wants more. But trading kisses with John is definitely something she can get on board with. She licks her way into his mouth, the sole of her foot sliding down the back of his thigh as she does so.
She can't help herself. )
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His palm flatten against her back, a finger just under the band of her bra, just touching her, wanting to map out every inch of her body, feel her heat and her strength, wrapped up with his own.
He can't pull away. He doesn't want to. ]
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Her kingdom for a day without disaster. Her kingdom for a night where they don't have to worry.
Her arms wrap around him, push up to press her palms flat against the planes of his shoulders. Every time their lips part to breathe, she chases his mouth, lips and limbs unwilling to let him get too far from her. Not that he wants to. She knows that, can feel it in the way he grips her to him, the way his muscles tremble against hers. )
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Part of him wants to push forward, tilt his hips into hers, pull her closer. Grind against her like the teenager he's feeling inside. But another part of him, the adult, responsible one, is actually enjoying this thoroughly. He's taking his time, which is not something he's ever got to do in his last relationship - it wasn't Sonia's speed, and they barely had any time, ever. But with Clarice, he -
He wants to take her apart, slowly. Undress her and discover her, every kiss and touch to make her gasp, arch into him, beg for more. He wants to have hours and hours with her, until the sun comes up and they haven't slept a wink, making up for months of lost time.
He can't bear anything else, even if the mere thoughts, right now, just make him grow harder in his jeans. ]
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This is far, far more important to her than that though, and so she keeps chasing sweet kisses, lazily stroking his back and trying not to cause too much friction between their hips even if she's desperate for it. When she has to breathe, she pauses, presses her forehead against his, laughs weakly. )
God.
( Biting her lip. )
This is really, really hard.
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Yeah.
[ Because it is. He wants to rip that suit off of her, make love to her for hours on her, right now. But the sisters are a room over, Marcos and Lorna across the hall, and it's just - it's just not the right time. ]
We should sleep.
[ Or at the very least attempt to. ]
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( She's growing as a person, really she is. Because it takes a great deal of will to unwind her legs from around his. Clarice doesn't move away though, not really. Instead she settles against the pillows, her hair spilling between them, a hand under her cheek. )
I'm going to close my eyes and think really unsexy things, okay? Like, super gross ones. And I'm going to keep my hands to myself. Because I'm a good person.
( She's smiling even as she closes her eyes, but her free hand does rest between them. She's there if he needs her during the night. ) Good person, John.