Hey, losers, I'm probably out doing something amazing, so leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you. Or just think really loudly at me. I'll hear it. BEEP.
( is it possible to fall in love with a moment? with a feeling? because between him slipping in another digit, the nibbling, the extra touch to her spot, the speed, the steamy coated words, calling her "babe", it's a recipe to set her entire body on fire. and she's willing to keep burning for him if it means to have this time with him over and over again. she rips herself away from his neck but only so she can throw her head back against the bedding to pant out her cry. jinx had experienced insanity before, but this... — it's becoming so intoxicating. a hand blindly and clumsily travels up to the back of his head then to his locks; fingers tangling in his hair to grip hard into a hold. )
Haaah... haaah. Quentin, yes! You're... You're... ahh. Fucking me so —
( her words are getting tongue-tied and interrupted by her own moans. so she finds herself switching back and forth from thinking and speaking unintentionally. )
'— so good!'
I love it!
( and from there, jinx starts to feel something. well, she's been feeling a lot of things, but this particular arousal isn't the same yet at the same time it is. like something is building steadily with each thrust he's making to her. and her instincts are telling her she should chase it down or climb some sort of mountain to reach the top of it. jinx wants to question it, wondering if it's something she should be concern about but literally everything else had been over the top amazing, so this new thing couldn't possibly be bad. although, it is making everything tense for her more. she finds herself clinging to him tighter, rocking her hips to his hand, her pitch is getting higher (even whimpering from time to time), and very slowly her mind is hazing up with just this moment, him, and whatever this new chase is. )
Keep going, keep going. I...I need to...
( follow it. she is meant to, right? to grab onto his hand and the two of them go down this path to hunt this little thing down. )
[Damn right he's fucking her so good. Sure, it's kinda cheating for him to know exactly what she's feeling, but they say all's fair in love and war. And it's not like Jinx is complaining. He may not have a ton of experience overall, but Quentin is good at this, and he knows he's good.]
"Come on, Gorgeous, you're almost there. Just let go."
[And conveniently, her head being thrown back means her neck is completely open and accessible for him, so he latches onto a spot right over her collarbone with his mouth and sucks hard. That's certain to leave a mark, just like she wanted. And because there's no kill like overkill, he curls those fingers, searching for a spot that should help push her over that edge.
... He really shouldn't. He already gave her a hard time for using cheesy lines. It'd be so cliche and dumb. But... he can't resist.]
( let go? is that what she needs to do? well... there are candles at the end of this finish line that's drawing her in. and that little button he finds within her has her almost jumping out of her own skin. jinx gasps loudly, her hand letting go of his hair to quickly grab onto his shoulder -- sensing something really big heading her way. the pinks of her eyes are flickering rather rapidly, and her body is jerking some on its own as the orgasm begins to charge its way up her spine. )
( before she could even utter another syllable, the peak sneaks up on her. her eyes widen but then shuts tight, her back arches intensely as she shouts of pleasure -- her body twitching and shivering through the huge wave. the fuzz of the orgasm spikes through her mind, filling it with haze and seeing nothing but milky-white colors. did her body die or is she still alive? it's difficult to distinguish when she's been roaming around like a corpse before. or maybe... just maybe, she's back from the dead and this is what living feels like -- with fresh flowers, blue skies, and clear waters. the weight she use to carry has been lifted and she feels so... warm and light as a feather. jinx feels so heavenly that she had forgotten where she is, how she got here, and all of her troubles. none of that seem to matter or hold any of importance. what's important is her, him, and just... this.
after a few seconds, she sinks down back to earth -- her muscles loosens as she pants with her throat stinging for water. she attempts to think, but her thoughts are broken into little fragments of things. like trying to remember her name, for example. is it "J"? "Gorgeous"? he did call her that, after all. well... who cares what her name is. what she does care about is how wonderful quentin is and just how in the fuck did she get a guy like him? can she even afford to have him? she's just some girl who lived in close to poverty back home. and he's... so fucking out of her league. one thing is for sure though, if she wasn't into quentin before... she is really into him now. damn, he's going to be her torture, isn't he? with a lot of late nights of him disturbing her work or sleep when she's by herself? ... fuck. her jinx might had jinxed her after all. )
( exhaling out a hard breath, her eyes flutter open to look up at an unrecognizable ceiling. but that's alright because she knows where she is, is somewhere safe with him. giggling quietly to herself, a lazy hand finds itself to his hair to toy with. she'll be up for round two, definitely, because she wants to return the favor. just give her a minute to recharge. )
[Oh, man, that was even better than he could have hoped. He rocks his hand against her through her orgasm, gently slows as she comes down, and eventually removes his fingers completely, still grinning like the cat who got the canary. Aside from just, you know, the obvious hotness of having an attractive woman in his bed coming that hard and gasping his name, there's something pleasing in a more... fond way? Is fond the right word? Whatever.
He opened a door for her. Showed her something wonderful she'd never experienced, and now she knows more about how good her body can feel. It's nice to have been the one to make her world a little bigger and brighter. To feel like for once he's not a screw-up.]
You sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself. That was incredible, and I'm saying that as someone who was in your head.
[Okay, enough of the mushy stuff. There's plenty of that in her head — a lot of which feels way too sincere for him to want to think about it very hard. He sits up, which yes, does mean she can't mess with his hair anymore, but it was kinda making him feel like a cat anyway, and he's been propping himself up on one arm over her for the last few minutes.]
You up for more? Betcha we can hit Big O number 2. [That said, if she's too tired and he needs to go take a cold shower, he won't be too disappointed. There's always next time.]
( what a shame she can't play twirl with his strands anymore and her hand falls dead weight on the bedding as he shifts and she listens. well, he should feel good about himself because the closest thing that made her feel this good is wrecking havoc in cities. and it's... nice to know that people can make you feel wonderful and they're just not existing to hurt you.
jinx remains silent when he asks her, casually reaching over to the hand that he used to pleasure her with. maybe it seems a little odd for her to grab his hand to just look at. but it all makes sense when she leans forwards -- running her tongue smoothly over the two fingers he used on her so she can taste herself. all the while, her eyes are lock to him when she does this, her pinks sparkle with a mischievous grin to match it. then she backs away, her head resting back on the bed as she crackles with wicked intent. does that answer his question? )
Fuck. [Aaaaand just like that any arousal he had that had cooled down is all the way back. Quentin practically dives over to the box beside his bed, rummaging around for and finally retrieving the condoms he's been keeping for emergencies.]
How do you want to do this? Got a position you wanna try? Lady's choice.
( witnessing his reaction really wants her to burst into more giggles, but instead, she bites her lower lip to contain it. while at this point jinx doesn't care if someone waltzes by and hears them doing the devil's tango, she isn't sure how quentin feels about it so she should at least be a little bit respectful. it is his house and his room, after all. but what's throwing her off a bit is him dodging off to fetch something. and when she sees this squared wrapper, she tilts her head cluelessly. )
Hey, what's that?
( maybe quentin figured this out about jinx or maybe he hadn't yet, but he's about to learn that jinx is just... a little bit behind the times when it comes to certain modern things. )
[... Okay, not the answer he was expecting. Quentin looks at her, follows her gaze to the wrapper in his hand, and then back to her, cocking his head in confusion.]
... Condom?
[He had not figured out how behind the times Jinx is. Though now he's got an idea.]
Protection. You know. Birth control?
[Please don't make Quentin be the one to have to explain safe sex to her. That would so ruin his bad boy "screw the rules" image. He's assuming she's able to get pregnant, so....]
( maybe there's a time and place for this, but the curiosity inventor in her wouldn't be able to rest if she didn't at least take a quick look at it. so when she has it in her hand, jinx is careful about it -- not to extend it or moving it around all willy-nilly. all she does is feel the texture and maybe flipping it over. )
Hm, that's it, huh? We didn't had anything like this where I'm from. ( a pause. ) — 'Less the fancy rich Topsiders had 'em all along and they were holding out on us. Wouldn't be the first time.
( and just by that explanation, quentin has gathered a few things about her. one, where she's from -- she lives lower class and maybe in poverty. and two, the rich treated the poor like scum. anyhow, she carefully hands it back to him but not without plant a quick kiss on the lips. juuuuust in case her curiosity just now dipped the mood a bit. )
They were holding out on you. I've been in the heads of enough fancy rich bastards to know. They are always holding out on you.
[Quentin, meanwhile, uses the time she takes to inspect the condom to finally get rid of these stupid shorts off. And when she gives it back mdash; plus a bonus kiss — he flashes her a grin and shimmies out of his boxers. It'll take a few seconds for him to get the condom set up correctly, so that means it's a perfect time to go back to what he was saying before this little detour.]
( so after that quick kiss, jinx can't help herself but to watch him get situated -- eyes skating down below to have her chance to see him naked this time. with the arousal coming back for her too, she tugs on her lower lip with her teeth while idly flicking a few of locks of her hair away from her face. her focus is back on him again, grinning mischievously as she steadily lies back down again. )
Dunno... ( she coos at him ever so innocently, but her hand snaking her way to her own breast to fondle and toy with. )
There's so many I wanna do. — Maybe we can do your favorite?
( and that same hand travels down her stomach then between her thighs, doing exactly what he did before and that's inserting a single finger in. a soft yet hot breath leaves her lips when she does this -- moaning not so loud this time but gentle enough for him to catch it still. )
[Oh, man, her doing that when his hand is already on his junk is so unfair. It takes a second for him to even process what she said.
Uhhhh his favorite. What's his favorite position. Does he even have one? Would he remember it right now even if he did?
You know what? Screw it. Literally. He's been pent up for so goddamn long already, she's lying down in front of him, and he doesn't care to waste any extra time repositioning. Missionary it is. But before they get to the main event, there is one acceptable delay.]
How about we start here?
[He kneels between her legs, gently pulls her hand away, and with a mischievous glitter in his eye promptly sticks that finger in his mouth exactly the way she did. That done, he leans forward to pin her wrist to the bed with one hand and with the other positions himself to start slowly pushing inside her.]
( seeing him repeating what she did earlier just has her grinning so much wider. it's good to know in the future when it comes to them being intimate like this, it means they will have a lot of fun and it'll leave very little room for things to be boring. jinx giggles again when he pins her wrist to the bed and settles his way between her legs -- and he doesn't need to tap in her mind at all to see what sort of reaction or sensation she feels when he makes his way in. the playful yet wicked smile that was on her face steadily descends and twists into her inhaling a breath with her head pressing more into a mattress; moaning.
there is a pinching feeling at first and her body behaves as it does, but she mentally tells herself to just relax and she isn't in any harm. her fingers curl and uncurl, a leg links around his waist again -- ready to thrust along with him when he is good and ready. her injured hand jinx wishes she could do something with but maybe it's better for it to just have it lie there useless. )
Quentin... You feel really good.
( almost like they're meant to fit together like this. or maybe it has more to do that she is female and he is male so therefore, biology comes into play. but it's just better to think it's because they're just meant to be. more romantic hot that way. )
[That would probably sound more obnoxious if he wasn't so breathless. He's not in her head as much as before, because feeling both sides of this would almost definitely make him lose it, but he can't help peeking a bit every so often. The idea that they're meant to be and fit together like puzzle pieces makes it over to him, and honestly? When he's all the way in, and their bodies are as close together as they can get, it's really hard to argue. Sure, that's probably just the cocktail of oxytocin, dopamine, and vasopressin his brain is cranking out like it's going out of style, but still. No matter the reason, the fact is right now he can't imagine another living creature in any universe fitting him as perfectly as she does, and he has to pause, resting his head on her shoulder to catch his breath for a moment.]
You're not so bad yourself.
[The cheeky smile on his face as he lifts his head is plenty of evidence that "not so bad" is an understatement, even if his entire body language didn't scream how turned on he is. And with that, he peeks into her head to make sure she's ready and bucks his hips against hers with a loud groan. Then again. He switches to telepathic communication because talking while panting is getting more difficult, punctuating his sentences with hard, if shallow, thrusts.]
( even if he is breathless, it was still a bit obnoxious and if she wasn't into this moment so deeply, jinx would roll her eyes and say something like, "alright, alright, big guy. i get it.". maybe way down the line of everything she'll comment or tease him over it. right now isn't the time, place, or important. jinx cranks her head just a smidge to give him a little room to rest his head on her shoulder, then returns the smile when they meet face to face again. and when quentin starts to move, she synchronizes with him -- following the pace and his motion.
her eyes are shut as she moans along with him and things seem to be going according to plan. ... that is until he said that magical word in her head. her eyes fling open, not in a startle or shock, but if he is looking down at her -- the expression she wears on her face is probably the most softest and gentle he has ever seen her. or anyone has seen it for that matter (besides vi, silco, ekko, and recently some of the chosen). it's this look specifically that sets people beside themselves. they know she's dangerous, a terrorist, shows little remorse for those she killed, thrives on people's pain, and enjoys seeing cities go ablaze. but then they see this face -- and it becomes difficult to believe that a girl who appear like this would ever harm a flea. jinx is doing her damnest to not think over his words, pretend he is just saying it because it's the moment and there's no deeper meaning. but her mind is doing what it wants and it's hard not link his words with something. )
'You're strong now. Just like you've always meant to be. ... Jinx is perfect.'
( her breath catches in the mixture of her moans, leaning forward so she can meet his lips as they thrust. jinx was wanted this to be wild, hectic, and crazy... but now? now she wants this to mean something, somehow. the desire to cherish him is large, to protect him, to be there for him, care for him, and learn to lov—...like him. him, him, him, him. )
'Fuck. And you're... you're the most amazing thing I've ever had, Quentin. Please...just. Have all of me, okay? You can have me.'
( and with that being said, jinx rolls her hips deeper to him -- her other leg caressing over his hip as her head tilts back again, panting out a louder moan (if not a higher girly pitch). her hand snakes over to his back again so her nails can drag along the skin the way he likes it, his name leaves her lips every so often like he is the most important person in her world to her -- and right at this moment, he is. )
[Oh no. He sees that look and hears the echo of an unfamiliar voice from her memory, and it doesn't take a genius to know that his word choice was a little more meaningful than he anticipated. That's bad... right? If he doesn't mean it that way, and he's misleading her, yeah. That's definitely bad. So the the question is: does he mean it in a way that warrants her looking at him like that? And the answer to that is... he's not sure.
But he's sure as hell not going to be figuring that out right now, not when every synapse in his brain is screaming at him to do what she said and "have her." Logically he doesn't know exactly what that means. Less logically he knows he wants her to hit that peak again, and he wants to be inside her when it happens. He wants to hit his peak inside her. And he wants her to keep making those noises and saying his name louder and louder until the whole goddamn universe knows who "has her".]
"Mine."
[Okay, growling that in her head is definitely too much. Dial it back a hair, Quire. The possessive boyfriend thing ain't it, even if it does scratch that lonely little itch in the back of his head, the one that says the only thing in this shitty life he'll ever have is himself. He leans his forehead against hers and releases her wrist so he can grip her thigh. Better leverage so he can start the deep, slow thrusts he hopes will drive her crazy.]
"My girl. And I'm your guy. As long as we're both here, I'm yours."
( if he wants her to drive her crazy, he definitely opened the flood gates of that. whether it's the kind he wants, well, maybe he can debate on that later. because hearing those words and the way he emphasizes them, a light switch within her flicks. the softness of her vanishes and her face flushes in such a craze yet satisfying state. her eyes glistens hauntingly with the devil underneath her manic smile (especially when he grips on her thigh for that leverage).
with their foreheads pressed together, she bites her lower lip to muffle her hysteric giggles (don't want to sound too out of her mind to have someone interrupt them) -- like she just unleashed the most massive missile she made with her own two hands. her body is burning like that horrible and disgusting city of bullshit progress back home. she can almost imagine everyone running in a frenzy while each little fancy building combusts. the sweet sweet smell of wood filling the air, and ashes showering down to land on her skin or her lightly freckled cheeks, and the sky? oh how the reds and oranges mash together like a ballroom waltz. she is his girl, he said so himself. she belongs to him, she belongs to him, she belongs to him. and she will do absolutely anything for him. she'll fight for him, stand down, or kill for him if he wishes it — whatever quentin wants, quentin will get, and she will make sure of it no matter who or what stands in her way.
jinx is so hooked up on this wild feeling that she throws her head back again, still grinning wildly and in giggles as her nails dig deeper in his skin (whether you want her to break skin is your choice). and although her other hand is useless, she forces it to lift to her mouth at least, using her own knuckle to chomp on. the way they're moving is driving her batty and she is trying to speed up the pace by bucking back harder and faster to him. )
'More, more! Please, faster. I can't handle it like this! I need so much more! I want to come again, Quentin. Please make me come again.'
[It's the maelstrom again. Except this time instead of confusion and chaos there's a burning, wild focus that does absolutely nothing to quell whatever hormone or instinct possessed Quentin to say she was his. Not to mention he's balls-deep inside her, and the sharp pain of her fingernails cutting into him is doing way more for him than expected.
He grins wickedly down at her and pulls her thigh up from going around his hips to his ribs. Jinx is pretty flexible, right? He can make up for being weaker physically than she is with some good leverage, which he quickly takes advantage of and rocks into her a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. It's fucking incredible, and he moans roughly and gasps her name.]
"Fuck, Jinx. I'm trying — I want you to come before me, but baby, you better hurry it up because I can't hold on much longer."
[His voice in her head is getting that husky tone again, which really shouldn't be possible considering telepathy isn't affected by physiological changes. But here we are. Honestly, he blames her. Dirty little enabler. He leans down to kiss her, immediately opening his mouth to deepen it. The pace of his hips gradually increases as he starts rambling telepathically, partly to distract himself and partly to drive her over the edge faster.]
"Next time I'm going to fuck you nice and slow. Haven't decided how. Maybe try doggy, if you're into that. It'll be so fuckin' hot, J. Can't decide if I want to see how many times I can make you come or if I wanna edge you a while."
( this is so intoxicating, he's intoxicating. her head is swimming with too many things at once. his voice, the way they fit together, picturing their next rendezvous (which is giving her a kickstart of her reaching that peak), and if she dies right here and now from this -- will she go to heaven or hell? just hearing her name leaving her lips sends chill down her spine; her skin prickling up with goosebumps. and with him lifting her leg higher, she cries out louder in pleasure before it gets shushed by his lips and tongue.
her shimmer blood is practically rushing through her veins, and while she isn't trying to activate anything, it's swirling so much that it seems to make everything feel ten times more intense. quentin may can sense it or feel it rather too -- her muscles tightening, her toes curling, her moans high and whimpering while she returns his heated kiss. if he wants her to race to the finish line, then she will make a run for it, just for him. she'll let him devour her if she is what he is craving for. )
'I will. For you. Only for you! I'll only come for...Oh, god. It's... Quentin, Quentin, Quentin, I'm going to....!'
( the wave smacks her harder than the previous one; her eyes shoot up with a sharp flash of pink/purple of her pupils. jinx rips her lips away from his to scream out her orgasm -- her back arching hard and her hips twitching. she holds onto him as she ducks her head quickly onto his shoulder. this is it, this has to be how her life ends... not that it'll be a bad way to go. she had always thought of it being way more gruesome than this. and if she goes out like this with him, she'll be more than okay with it. because... he has to be the one, right? is it way too early and too insane to think like that? maybe. possibly. but this damn near feels like they are meant to be together. )
[It feels like Kick. He can feel her blood boiling, every sensation getting amped up to the max, and if he couldn't still feel that his powers are so much weaker, he'd swear he was high again for the first time in so many years. Except this time he can't feel every molecule of his body dying, which is definitely a plus.]
"You're doing so good, you're so close, I can feel it, come on..."
[If her muscles tightening wasn't what did him in, it was "only for you." When he told her to come for him before, it was just him enjoying a dumb cliche. But this time, it's that "only" that echoes in his head as everything else goes blank. Nothing is only for him. Everything in the world belongs to the world, and he belongs to himself, and any exchanges are clearly defined loans at best.
But this? Making Jinx see stars and scream and writhe? That's his. And for that moment of sheer bliss he lets himself believe that's true, and for once in his miserable life something won't get ripped away, and when he hits his peak, buried as deep in her as he can physically get and gasping like he can't breathe, he imagines a reality where he's the only one to ever, ever feel this. He clutches her leg with something almost like desperation and pants her name a few more times as he starts easing down from that high.
( that push and the harsh grip he has on her when he meets his, it thrusts one last little squeak out of her until she is nothing but shallow breaths. her mind is a haze and white again, and she forgets things for the second time tonight -- only caring about two of them only this time is a lot greater than before.
jinx settles back down on the mattress, muscles twitching and trembling ever so slightly from the aftermath. slumber is calling and knocking on her door, but she denies the call and refuses to answer (not yet anyway). her hold on him loosens just a smidge, but keeps quentin close to her if he needs to collapse on top of her to rest -- she wouldn't mind at all if he needs to do that. )
( but should she say something here now? what does one do after they've done the main event? if this was a quick fling like she had seen in madam babette's brothel, the customer would pay whoever and exit out to continue on with their lives. but this... is definitely not that. this is way more and jinx doesn't know the details on how to be... more. her knowledge on people only came from doing stakeouts for silco, but...intimate relationships are so much different than trying to make an example out of someone. so what in the blue-haired girl decides to do is hum gently to him instead, fingers brushing along his back delicately as she can over any marking she may left on his skin. )
...Mm, Hi.
( her throat is stinging and dying need of some water, but she can hold out just a little longer before she seeks for it. besides, moving sounds like the biggest inconvenience to her right now. what's important to make sure quentin is still alive and she isn't left with an empty husk. )
[Oh, he's definitely still alive. Sore, a little dazed, and recovering from the best sex of his life not that there's much to compare with, but alive. The twitching in the muscles of his back as she runs her fingers over his skin should be proof enough of that, even before he shakes off enough of the haze to chuckle quietly and eventually speak.]
Hello to you too.
[His voice isn't as raw as hers, but it's not in great shape.
Ugh. Okay. Time to move. Even though his entire body feels like jelly. He lets go of her leg and shifts it back lower, where she's free to move it however she likes, and he sits up just long enough to get rid of the condom and toss into the trash with a bit of telekinesis before rolling them both over.]
That's better.
[Quentin's a back sleeper, but not holding onto Jinx sounds like the worst possible thing, so this was the best option. A little extra effort, and his back stings a bit from the marks she put on him, but overall definitely worth it. Having her on top of him while they're both nice and relaxed also gives him the opportunity to check out her tattoos finally, gently tracing the highest one on her shoulder with his fingers. Except, uh... is it him or do some of these look... smudged?]
Hey, not to alarm you, but I think I fucked your tattoos off. I knew I was good, didn't know I was that good.
( thank goodness he is rolling them both over because like him, moving sounds such a chore to do. especially when the two of them are lying on the opposite of the bed. but a bed is a bed. there's no official rule that one is suppose to sleep upright and not upside down. jinx nuzzles next to him carefully, suddenly reminded she has a bummed hand again and places it in a way it won't be uncomfortable.
she giggles softly about the mention of her tattoos smearing and she plants a soft kiss to his chest before she explains: )
Eh heh heh, they're not real. I draw 'em on me every day. They stick 'till I get wet.
( what dedication she has and it also shows despite being an engineer, an amateur scientist, jinx is artsy fartsy to the extreme. )
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Haaah... haaah. Quentin, yes! You're... You're... ahh. Fucking me so —
( her words are getting tongue-tied and interrupted by her own moans. so she finds herself switching back and forth from thinking and speaking unintentionally. )
'— so good!'
I love it!
( and from there, jinx starts to feel something. well, she's been feeling a lot of things, but this particular arousal isn't the same yet at the same time it is. like something is building steadily with each thrust he's making to her. and her instincts are telling her she should chase it down or climb some sort of mountain to reach the top of it. jinx wants to question it, wondering if it's something she should be concern about but literally everything else had been over the top amazing, so this new thing couldn't possibly be bad. although, it is making everything tense for her more. she finds herself clinging to him tighter, rocking her hips to his hand, her pitch is getting higher (even whimpering from time to time), and very slowly her mind is hazing up with just this moment, him, and whatever this new chase is. )
Keep going, keep going. I...I need to...
( follow it. she is meant to, right? to grab onto his hand and the two of them go down this path to hunt this little thing down. )
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"Come on, Gorgeous, you're almost there. Just let go."
[And conveniently, her head being thrown back means her neck is completely open and accessible for him, so he latches onto a spot right over her collarbone with his mouth and sucks hard. That's certain to leave a mark, just like she wanted. And because there's no kill like overkill, he curls those fingers, searching for a spot that should help push her over that edge.
... He really shouldn't. He already gave her a hard time for using cheesy lines. It'd be so cliche and dumb. But... he can't resist.]
"Come for me, J."
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Fuckfuckfuck, Quentin! Something...! — It's... It's...!!
( before she could even utter another syllable, the peak sneaks up on her. her eyes widen but then shuts tight, her back arches intensely as she shouts of pleasure -- her body twitching and shivering through the huge wave. the fuzz of the orgasm spikes through her mind, filling it with haze and seeing nothing but milky-white colors. did her body die or is she still alive? it's difficult to distinguish when she's been roaming around like a corpse before. or maybe... just maybe, she's back from the dead and this is what living feels like -- with fresh flowers, blue skies, and clear waters. the weight she use to carry has been lifted and she feels so... warm and light as a feather. jinx feels so heavenly that she had forgotten where she is, how she got here, and all of her troubles. none of that seem to matter or hold any of importance. what's important is her, him, and just... this.
after a few seconds, she sinks down back to earth -- her muscles loosens as she pants with her throat stinging for water. she attempts to think, but her thoughts are broken into little fragments of things. like trying to remember her name, for example. is it "J"? "Gorgeous"? he did call her that, after all. well... who cares what her name is. what she does care about is how wonderful quentin is and just how in the fuck did she get a guy like him? can she even afford to have him? she's just some girl who lived in close to poverty back home. and he's... so fucking out of her league. one thing is for sure though, if she wasn't into quentin before... she is really into him now. damn, he's going to be her torture, isn't he? with a lot of late nights of him disturbing her work or sleep when she's by herself? ... fuck. her jinx might had jinxed her after all. )
( exhaling out a hard breath, her eyes flutter open to look up at an unrecognizable ceiling. but that's alright because she knows where she is, is somewhere safe with him. giggling quietly to herself, a lazy hand finds itself to his hair to toy with. she'll be up for round two, definitely, because she wants to return the favor. just give her a minute to recharge. )
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He opened a door for her. Showed her something wonderful she'd never experienced, and now she knows more about how good her body can feel. It's nice to have been the one to make her world a little bigger and brighter. To feel like for once he's not a screw-up.]
You sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself. That was incredible, and I'm saying that as someone who was in your head.
[Okay, enough of the mushy stuff. There's plenty of that in her head — a lot of which feels way too sincere for him to want to think about it very hard. He sits up, which yes, does mean she can't mess with his hair anymore, but it was kinda making him feel like a cat anyway, and he's been propping himself up on one arm over her for the last few minutes.]
You up for more? Betcha we can hit Big O number 2. [That said, if she's too tired and he needs to go take a cold shower, he won't be too disappointed. There's always next time.]
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jinx remains silent when he asks her, casually reaching over to the hand that he used to pleasure her with. maybe it seems a little odd for her to grab his hand to just look at. but it all makes sense when she leans forwards -- running her tongue smoothly over the two fingers he used on her so she can taste herself. all the while, her eyes are lock to him when she does this, her pinks sparkle with a mischievous grin to match it. then she backs away, her head resting back on the bed as she crackles with wicked intent. does that answer his question? )
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Oh.
Oh.]
Fuck. [Aaaaand just like that any arousal he had that had cooled down is all the way back. Quentin practically dives over to the box beside his bed, rummaging around for and finally retrieving the condoms he's been keeping for emergencies.]
How do you want to do this? Got a position you wanna try? Lady's choice.
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Hey, what's that?
( maybe quentin figured this out about jinx or maybe he hadn't yet, but he's about to learn that jinx is just... a little bit behind the times when it comes to certain modern things. )
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... Condom?
[He had not figured out how behind the times Jinx is. Though now he's got an idea.]
Protection. You know. Birth control?
[Please don't make Quentin be the one to have to explain safe sex to her. That would so ruin his bad boy "screw the rules" image. He's assuming she's able to get pregnant, so....]
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Woah... — You got somethin' that'll actually stop it from happening? Is it magic or do you gotta do something to make it work?
( and as jinx gawks at it, the gears in her head are turning while she's trying to figure it out on her own how it would work. )
Wait, do I have to do something after you, y'know, splooge inside me? What do I gotta do?
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Quentin sighs, tears the wrapper open, and offers it to her to inspect for herself.]
Take a look if you want, but it's really not that complicated. I wear it, that's about it.
[...
Wait, hold on.
She didn't know about birth control. Was she planning to rawdog it...?
Uh. That's, um, that's something to unpack at some point.]
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Hm, that's it, huh? We didn't had anything like this where I'm from. ( a pause. ) — 'Less the fancy rich Topsiders had 'em all along and they were holding out on us. Wouldn't be the first time.
( and just by that explanation, quentin has gathered a few things about her. one, where she's from -- she lives lower class and maybe in poverty. and two, the rich treated the poor like scum. anyhow, she carefully hands it back to him but not without plant a quick kiss on the lips. juuuuust in case her curiosity just now dipped the mood a bit. )
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[Quentin, meanwhile, uses the time she takes to inspect the condom to finally get rid of these stupid shorts off. And when she gives it back mdash; plus a bonus kiss — he flashes her a grin and shimmies out of his boxers. It'll take a few seconds for him to get the condom set up correctly, so that means it's a perfect time to go back to what he was saying before this little detour.]
So? You never answered my question.
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Dunno... ( she coos at him ever so innocently, but her hand snaking her way to her own breast to fondle and toy with. )
There's so many I wanna do. — Maybe we can do your favorite?
( and that same hand travels down her stomach then between her thighs, doing exactly what he did before and that's inserting a single finger in. a soft yet hot breath leaves her lips when she does this -- moaning not so loud this time but gentle enough for him to catch it still. )
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Uhhhh his favorite. What's his favorite position. Does he even have one? Would he remember it right now even if he did?
You know what? Screw it. Literally. He's been pent up for so goddamn long already, she's lying down in front of him, and he doesn't care to waste any extra time repositioning. Missionary it is. But before they get to the main event, there is one acceptable delay.]
How about we start here?
[He kneels between her legs, gently pulls her hand away, and with a mischievous glitter in his eye promptly sticks that finger in his mouth exactly the way she did. That done, he leans forward to pin her wrist to the bed with one hand and with the other positions himself to start slowly pushing inside her.]
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there is a pinching feeling at first and her body behaves as it does, but she mentally tells herself to just relax and she isn't in any harm. her fingers curl and uncurl, a leg links around his waist again -- ready to thrust along with him when he is good and ready. her injured hand jinx wishes she could do something with but maybe it's better for it to just have it lie there useless. )
Quentin... You feel really good.
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[That would probably sound more obnoxious if he wasn't so breathless. He's not in her head as much as before, because feeling both sides of this would almost definitely make him lose it, but he can't help peeking a bit every so often. The idea that they're meant to be and fit together like puzzle pieces makes it over to him, and honestly? When he's all the way in, and their bodies are as close together as they can get, it's really hard to argue. Sure, that's probably just the cocktail of oxytocin, dopamine, and vasopressin his brain is cranking out like it's going out of style, but still. No matter the reason, the fact is right now he can't imagine another living creature in any universe fitting him as perfectly as she does, and he has to pause, resting his head on her shoulder to catch his breath for a moment.]
You're not so bad yourself.
[The cheeky smile on his face as he lifts his head is plenty of evidence that "not so bad" is an understatement, even if his entire body language didn't scream how turned on he is. And with that, he peeks into her head to make sure she's ready and bucks his hips against hers with a loud groan. Then again. He switches to telepathic communication because talking while panting is getting more difficult, punctuating his sentences with hard, if shallow, thrusts.]
"God, you're perfect. So. Fucking. Perfect."
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her eyes are shut as she moans along with him and things seem to be going according to plan. ... that is until he said that magical word in her head. her eyes fling open, not in a startle or shock, but if he is looking down at her -- the expression she wears on her face is probably the most softest and gentle he has ever seen her. or anyone has seen it for that matter (besides vi, silco, ekko, and recently some of the chosen). it's this look specifically that sets people beside themselves. they know she's dangerous, a terrorist, shows little remorse for those she killed, thrives on people's pain, and enjoys seeing cities go ablaze. but then they see this face -- and it becomes difficult to believe that a girl who appear like this would ever harm a flea. jinx is doing her damnest to not think over his words, pretend he is just saying it because it's the moment and there's no deeper meaning. but her mind is doing what it wants and it's hard not link his words with something. )
'You're strong now. Just like you've always meant to be. ... Jinx is perfect.'
( her breath catches in the mixture of her moans, leaning forward so she can meet his lips as they thrust. jinx was wanted this to be wild, hectic, and crazy... but now? now she wants this to mean something, somehow. the desire to cherish him is large, to protect him, to be there for him, care for him, and learn to lov—...like him. him, him, him, him. )
'Fuck. And you're... you're the most amazing thing I've ever had, Quentin. Please...just. Have all of me, okay? You can have me.'
( and with that being said, jinx rolls her hips deeper to him -- her other leg caressing over his hip as her head tilts back again, panting out a louder moan (if not a higher girly pitch). her hand snakes over to his back again so her nails can drag along the skin the way he likes it, his name leaves her lips every so often like he is the most important person in her world to her -- and right at this moment, he is. )
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But he's sure as hell not going to be figuring that out right now, not when every synapse in his brain is screaming at him to do what she said and "have her." Logically he doesn't know exactly what that means. Less logically he knows he wants her to hit that peak again, and he wants to be inside her when it happens. He wants to hit his peak inside her. And he wants her to keep making those noises and saying his name louder and louder until the whole goddamn universe knows who "has her".]
"Mine."
[Okay, growling that in her head is definitely too much. Dial it back a hair, Quire. The possessive boyfriend thing ain't it, even if it does scratch that lonely little itch in the back of his head, the one that says the only thing in this shitty life he'll ever have is himself. He leans his forehead against hers and releases her wrist so he can grip her thigh. Better leverage so he can start the deep, slow thrusts he hopes will drive her crazy.]
"My girl. And I'm your guy. As long as we're both here, I'm yours."
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with their foreheads pressed together, she bites her lower lip to muffle her hysteric giggles (don't want to sound too out of her mind to have someone interrupt them) -- like she just unleashed the most massive missile she made with her own two hands. her body is burning like that horrible and disgusting city of bullshit progress back home. she can almost imagine everyone running in a frenzy while each little fancy building combusts. the sweet sweet smell of wood filling the air, and ashes showering down to land on her skin or her lightly freckled cheeks, and the sky? oh how the reds and oranges mash together like a ballroom waltz. she is his girl, he said so himself. she belongs to him, she belongs to him, she belongs to him. and she will do absolutely anything for him. she'll fight for him, stand down, or kill for him if he wishes it — whatever quentin wants, quentin will get, and she will make sure of it no matter who or what stands in her way.
jinx is so hooked up on this wild feeling that she throws her head back again, still grinning wildly and in giggles as her nails dig deeper in his skin (whether you want her to break skin is your choice). and although her other hand is useless, she forces it to lift to her mouth at least, using her own knuckle to chomp on. the way they're moving is driving her batty and she is trying to speed up the pace by bucking back harder and faster to him. )
'More, more! Please, faster. I can't handle it like this! I need so much more! I want to come again, Quentin. Please make me come again.'
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He grins wickedly down at her and pulls her thigh up from going around his hips to his ribs. Jinx is pretty flexible, right? He can make up for being weaker physically than she is with some good leverage, which he quickly takes advantage of and rocks into her a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. It's fucking incredible, and he moans roughly and gasps her name.]
"Fuck, Jinx. I'm trying — I want you to come before me, but baby, you better hurry it up because I can't hold on much longer."
[His voice in her head is getting that husky tone again, which really shouldn't be possible considering telepathy isn't affected by physiological changes. But here we are. Honestly, he blames her. Dirty little enabler. He leans down to kiss her, immediately opening his mouth to deepen it. The pace of his hips gradually increases as he starts rambling telepathically, partly to distract himself and partly to drive her over the edge faster.]
"Next time I'm going to fuck you nice and slow. Haven't decided how. Maybe try doggy, if you're into that. It'll be so fuckin' hot, J. Can't decide if I want to see how many times I can make you come or if I wanna edge you a while."
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her shimmer blood is practically rushing through her veins, and while she isn't trying to activate anything, it's swirling so much that it seems to make everything feel ten times more intense. quentin may can sense it or feel it rather too -- her muscles tightening, her toes curling, her moans high and whimpering while she returns his heated kiss. if he wants her to race to the finish line, then she will make a run for it, just for him. she'll let him devour her if she is what he is craving for. )
'I will. For you. Only for you! I'll only come for...Oh, god. It's... Quentin, Quentin, Quentin, I'm going to....!'
( the wave smacks her harder than the previous one; her eyes shoot up with a sharp flash of pink/purple of her pupils. jinx rips her lips away from his to scream out her orgasm -- her back arching hard and her hips twitching. she holds onto him as she ducks her head quickly onto his shoulder. this is it, this has to be how her life ends... not that it'll be a bad way to go. she had always thought of it being way more gruesome than this. and if she goes out like this with him, she'll be more than okay with it. because... he has to be the one, right? is it way too early and too insane to think like that? maybe. possibly. but this damn near feels like they are meant to be together. )
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"You're doing so good, you're so close, I can feel it, come on..."
[If her muscles tightening wasn't what did him in, it was "only for you." When he told her to come for him before, it was just him enjoying a dumb cliche. But this time, it's that "only" that echoes in his head as everything else goes blank. Nothing is only for him. Everything in the world belongs to the world, and he belongs to himself, and any exchanges are clearly defined loans at best.
But this? Making Jinx see stars and scream and writhe? That's his. And for that moment of sheer bliss he lets himself believe that's true, and for once in his miserable life something won't get ripped away, and when he hits his peak, buried as deep in her as he can physically get and gasping like he can't breathe, he imagines a reality where he's the only one to ever, ever feel this. He clutches her leg with something almost like desperation and pants her name a few more times as he starts easing down from that high.
Well, it's nice to imagine, at least.]
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jinx settles back down on the mattress, muscles twitching and trembling ever so slightly from the aftermath. slumber is calling and knocking on her door, but she denies the call and refuses to answer (not yet anyway). her hold on him loosens just a smidge, but keeps quentin close to her if he needs to collapse on top of her to rest -- she wouldn't mind at all if he needs to do that. )
( but should she say something here now? what does one do after they've done the main event? if this was a quick fling like she had seen in madam babette's brothel, the customer would pay whoever and exit out to continue on with their lives. but this... is definitely not that. this is way more and jinx doesn't know the details on how to be... more. her knowledge on people only came from doing stakeouts for silco, but...intimate relationships are so much different than trying to make an example out of someone. so what in the blue-haired girl decides to do is hum gently to him instead, fingers brushing along his back delicately as she can over any marking she may left on his skin. )
...Mm, Hi.
( her throat is stinging and dying need of some water, but she can hold out just a little longer before she seeks for it. besides, moving sounds like the biggest inconvenience to her right now. what's important to make sure quentin is still alive and she isn't left with an empty husk. )
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not that there's much to compare with, but alive. The twitching in the muscles of his back as she runs her fingers over his skin should be proof enough of that, even before he shakes off enough of the haze to chuckle quietly and eventually speak.]Hello to you too.
[His voice isn't as raw as hers, but it's not in great shape.
Ugh. Okay. Time to move. Even though his entire body feels like jelly. He lets go of her leg and shifts it back lower, where she's free to move it however she likes, and he sits up just long enough to get rid of the condom and toss into the trash with a bit of telekinesis before rolling them both over.]
That's better.
[Quentin's a back sleeper, but not holding onto Jinx sounds like the worst possible thing, so this was the best option. A little extra effort, and his back stings a bit from the marks she put on him, but overall definitely worth it. Having her on top of him while they're both nice and relaxed also gives him the opportunity to check out her tattoos finally, gently tracing the highest one on her shoulder with his fingers. Except, uh... is it him or do some of these look... smudged?]
Hey, not to alarm you, but I think I fucked your tattoos off. I knew I was good, didn't know I was that good.
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she giggles softly about the mention of her tattoos smearing and she plants a soft kiss to his chest before she explains: )
Eh heh heh, they're not real. I draw 'em on me every day. They stick 'till I get wet.
( what dedication she has and it also shows despite being an engineer, an amateur scientist, jinx is artsy fartsy to the extreme. )
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