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.
( 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. )
[Not that lying on the opposite side of the bed really matters when it's clear that Quentin doesn't sleep under blankets, at least not regularly. He only has one pillow too.]
Good to know. [He wraps his arm around her, tugging her closer to his side. That little kiss to his chest makes him shiver in a way that could lead to a round three, if he wasn't pretty sure she was done for the time being, if not the night. That's fine, though. Right now it feels like a meteor could blow them to bits, and he'd die happy.]
I think that'd be too much power, even for me.
[Aaaand then he promptly forgets to compliment her artistry, which is impressive. He'll realize later and make it up to her. But he does remember a different important thing, at least.]
How's the hand?
[The one she's been favoring all night, obviously.]
( if she were a puppy, jinx would be wagging her tail like crazy right about now. him tugging her close as her grinning like doofus and just being this close to someone like this is all she could ever ask for. this is definitely the kind of affection she can get use to. the girl doesn't realizes the comment was in bad taste if it was, it flies over her head but the following question brings her attention to her hand. she lifts it a little then rests it back on his chest. )
[Quentin's not much of a hugger usually. Wild sex? Obviously. But hugging? Cuddling? Like a soft, cozy, normal type of guy? Nah. Quentin Quire doesn't do normal.
But Jinx nuzzled up to him, holding her close? That doesn't bother him. Quite the opposite, in fact. He yawns and moves his opposite arm over to lay his hand gently over her wrist, careful to not jostle her injured hand. Yeah, this feels good. Right.]
Probably, yeah. Should— [Another yawn.] —probably be more careful.
Well, when a big man named Jerry breaks into your home without wiping his feet at the door, you gotta teach him a lil' bit manners.
( she coos but giggles quietly over the fact he yawned twice in such a short span of time. it's a complicated really -- good to know she worn him out and she did pretty well for a first timer. )
A lil tip: He's made of steel. ( there's a small brief pause before she asks: ) ... Is it alright if I sleep here?
( probably a dumb question to ask, but hey, maybe the guy wants his private space again and feel more comfortable her sleeping in a different room. )
[Oh, that's good information about Jerry, and it's enough to wake him up a little. That other kid said he looked normal, so maybe he's similar to Colossus? Or maybe she means "made of steel" more like Logan. He's about to inquire further, but then she... asks if she can sleep here?? He lifts his head to look down at her in mild confusion.]
Is it—...? I mean, yeah. Obviously yeah.
[He puts his head back down, resting his chin against the top of her head.]
You're my girlfriend. You can sleep here any time you want.
( she smiles warmly to herself as she shut her eyes finally, enjoying the closeness and his chin on top of her head. it might not be a big deal to many, but... it's little touches like this that means a whole lot. )
... I've never done this. ( again, obvious since he tuned in her mind moments before and learned she was a virgin. but now he's getting just a little more details beyond the sex part. )
The whole dating shtick. No one has ever liked me this way before. People only wanted me dead, put me away, or just hated me. So this is... different.
[Quentin can't relate entirely. Sure, he felt something similar with Idie, but he was younger then. And he never did any of this with her either. They were supposed to be forever back then. End game. They had time to move slow. Great job screwing that one up, Quire.
Feeling unwanted, though? Undesirable? That he understands. He hums thoughtfully and absently starts running his fingers through a bit of her long hair that's draped itself over her shoulder.]
( she giggles almost bubbly and she lifts her head just a smidge so she can peer up to him -- smiling sheepishly but it's a genuine one. the kind of look not many people see, so he should feel extremely lucky. )
Eh heh, yeah. Yeah it's good. I-I, uh, I know we literally just started this whole thing, but... I'm liking this.
( gosh, this is getting really mushy so fast. so jinx tries to dice up the moment with something less squishy. )
— Aaaaaaaaand I hope you're ready to be my test subject for all of my inventions. Gotta see if my trip wire is still top notch with this place having the bare minimum to work with.
[Quentin laughs, an equally rare thing to experience. Not just a soft chuckle or a snicker, but an actual laugh.]
Or I can be your partner in crime, and we covertly enlist Summers as test subject.
[Wait, hold on, he's gotta be mushy for just a quick moment here. It'll be short, promise! He looks down at her, and man, if it didn't require moving from this super comfy position he'd totally kiss her again.]
Oh. And if something with me is good, you go for it, okay? Full ham, every time. No questions. Got it? I'll tell you if you're going a little overboard, but until then assume I'm game for whatever you want.
Ha ha ha, I'm liking that thinking! It's a done deal then. One upside down Scott hanging from a ceiling fan coming right up.
( now she isn't serious about doing that to poor wibble scott, right? he's been so kind to her thus far and he even blew things up for her that... once time she asked. although, he has been refusing to do it the other times, and he is cutting down on her fun with the locals and what not. hm hm... )
( — oh, this is a quick little exchange in topic and it's sudden change enough for her to listen what he has to say. jinx blinks a few times in slight confusion.
full ham every time? does he mean during sex, non-sexual things, or both? she isn't too sure but that last little bit flows through her ears the most. ' assume i'm game for whatever you want'. )
( there's a click as she grins way too wickedly for her own good as inches up to lean just a little closer to his lips. )
Whatever I want...? ( jinx echoes his words before she teases him by letting her lower lip brush against his for a split moment. and then the girl asks with a lulled tone: )
How's being my pet sound? I'll give you all the attention you need, take good care of you, and make sure you're nice and healthy. And you don't gotta worry about silly stuff like "training". You can roam around as free as you want. Just don't get into too much trouble... I can't stitch ya up every day.
( well... this took a turn now did it? )
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[I mean. He was referring more to her being unsure if she could sleep here, welcoming her to make herself at home, be comfortable, etc etc. But if she wants to take it this direction, well. He's not exactly complaining, now is he?
A devilish smirk spreads across his face as he stares back at her with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.]
Thought I said you didn't need to ask questions?
[He doesn't make any move to meet her lips even after she comes so close. A blatant challenge.]
( if she had the ability to wiggle her nose at him, she would, but she'll settle with just wrinkling it towards him instead. jinx hums gently as she pulls back, leaving those poor lips unkissed then taps her index finger lightly against his cheek. )
Sometimes people think they can eat a full buffet when they can only handle a few bites.
( jinx relaxes again and while she left his lips untouched, she does plant another small kiss to his chest. )
[Hmm, well, he can't help feeling a little disappointed. Kissing Jinx is fun! But he watches her curiously, humming pleasantly when she kisses his chest again. It's not quite as nice as kissing her, but it's still pretty good. He tilts his head a bit, idly threading his fingers through the hair on the back of her neck, waiting to see what's next on her agenda: sleep? or whatever she means by a "full buffet."]
( she giggles teasingly before letting out her own yawn, shutting her eyes again. she had almost forgotten what it felt like to rest next to a human body. it's definitely better than curling up next to cold metal. this is something she can so get behind. )
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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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Good to know. [He wraps his arm around her, tugging her closer to his side. That little kiss to his chest makes him shiver in a way that could lead to a round three, if he wasn't pretty sure she was done for the time being, if not the night. That's fine, though. Right now it feels like a meteor could blow them to bits, and he'd die happy.]
I think that'd be too much power, even for me.
[Aaaand then he promptly forgets to compliment her artistry, which is impressive. He'll realize later and make it up to her. But he does remember a different important thing, at least.]
How's the hand?
[The one she's been favoring all night, obviously.]
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'S fine. Guess I oughta find a healer tomorrow.
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But Jinx nuzzled up to him, holding her close? That doesn't bother him. Quite the opposite, in fact. He yawns and moves his opposite arm over to lay his hand gently over her wrist, careful to not jostle her injured hand. Yeah, this feels good. Right.]
Probably, yeah. Should— [Another yawn.] —probably be more careful.
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( she coos but giggles quietly over the fact he yawned twice in such a short span of time. it's a complicated really -- good to know she worn him out and she did pretty well for a first timer. )
A lil tip: He's made of steel. ( there's a small brief pause before she asks: ) ... Is it alright if I sleep here?
( probably a dumb question to ask, but hey, maybe the guy wants his private space again and feel more comfortable her sleeping in a different room. )
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Is it—...? I mean, yeah. Obviously yeah.
[He puts his head back down, resting his chin against the top of her head.]
You're my girlfriend. You can sleep here any time you want.
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... I've never done this. ( again, obvious since he tuned in her mind moments before and learned she was a virgin. but now he's getting just a little more details beyond the sex part. )
The whole dating shtick. No one has ever liked me this way before. People only wanted me dead, put me away, or just hated me. So this is... different.
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Feeling unwanted, though? Undesirable? That he understands. He hums thoughtfully and absently starts running his fingers through a bit of her long hair that's draped itself over her shoulder.]
... But it's good, right?
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Eh heh, yeah. Yeah it's good. I-I, uh, I know we literally just started this whole thing, but... I'm liking this.
( gosh, this is getting really mushy so fast. so jinx tries to dice up the moment with something less squishy. )
— Aaaaaaaaand I hope you're ready to be my test subject for all of my inventions. Gotta see if my trip wire is still top notch with this place having the bare minimum to work with.
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Or I can be your partner in crime, and we covertly enlist Summers as test subject.
[Wait, hold on, he's gotta be mushy for just a quick moment here. It'll be short, promise! He looks down at her, and man, if it didn't require moving from this super comfy position he'd totally kiss her again.]
Oh. And if something with me is good, you go for it, okay? Full ham, every time. No questions. Got it? I'll tell you if you're going a little overboard, but until then assume I'm game for whatever you want.
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( now she isn't serious about doing that to poor wibble scott, right? he's been so kind to her thus far and he even blew things up for her that... once time she asked. although, he has been refusing to do it the other times, and he is cutting down on her fun with the locals and what not. hm hm... )
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full ham every time? does he mean during sex, non-sexual things, or both? she isn't too sure but that last little bit flows through her ears the most. ' assume i'm game for whatever you want'. )
...
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Whatever I want...? ( jinx echoes his words before she teases him by letting her lower lip brush against his for a split moment. and then the girl asks with a lulled tone: )
How's being my pet sound? I'll give you all the attention you need, take good care of you, and make sure you're nice and healthy. And you don't gotta worry about silly stuff like "training". You can roam around as free as you want. Just don't get into too much trouble... I can't stitch ya up every day.
( well... this took a turn now did it? )
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A devilish smirk spreads across his face as he stares back at her with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.]
Thought I said you didn't need to ask questions?
[He doesn't make any move to meet her lips even after she comes so close. A blatant challenge.]
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Sometimes people think they can eat a full buffet when they can only handle a few bites.
( jinx relaxes again and while she left his lips untouched, she does plant another small kiss to his chest. )
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[Hmm, well, he can't help feeling a little disappointed. Kissing Jinx is fun! But he watches her curiously, humming pleasantly when she kisses his chest again. It's not quite as nice as kissing her, but it's still pretty good. He tilts his head a bit, idly threading his fingers through the hair on the back of her neck, waiting to see what's next on her agenda: sleep? or whatever she means by a "full buffet."]
Do I look like "people" to you?
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( she giggles teasingly before letting out her own yawn, shutting her eyes again. she had almost forgotten what it felt like to rest next to a human body. it's definitely better than curling up next to cold metal. this is something she can so get behind. )