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.
[By the time she gets to his room, Quentin's already kicked off his own shoes and is leaning casually against the headboard of his bed with his arms behind his head. It's pretty sparsely furnished and decorated since he just moved in two nights ago: basically just a bed (queen size, obviously. You expect Quentin to sleep on a twin bed? Like a peasant??), a trunk, a box used as a makeshift nightstand, and a mirror propped against a wall. Other than that, there's some clothes scattered haphazardly around the floor. Quentin is not a tidy person.]
I know a version of Summers from my universe. It's a long story. But mutants stick together, so here I am.
[He scowls. Ugh, talking about any version of Cyclops is a hell of a mood killer. In an attempt to get some of said mood back, he waves a hand to lend some telekinetic help with Jinx's boot buckles, since she's a little encumbered by her bad hand. What would you do without him?]
Now are we gonna talk about Scott "stick in the mud" Summers all day or are you gonna come over here?
Powder (young Jinx): But family stick together, you said it yourself! Young Vi: I know what i said— Powder (young Jinx): I want to fight, I can help! Young Vi: You're not ready!!
( jinx is staring down at her boots when that flash of memory flares when quentin mentions about mutants sticking together. and maybe she can use him unbuckling her boots for her as an excuse for her sudden stillness. or maybe she can mention giving her hand a small rest. either way, the teen squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment in hope it'll be enough to bat it away. because there is no way in hell she's letting that ruin this, and she'll be damned if she allows her sick mind to rip her out of this reality and drift her off to limbo space. her "curse" would be cruel enough to do that.
...
so when she opens her eyes again, jinx gives herself a quick thump against her leg to be on the safe side. it's a tiny tactic she uses sometimes to keep herself aware and grounded. it doesn't always work, but it's better than doing nothing. right, okay, so what was she doing again? toeing off her boots and setting them somewhere, her attention falls over to quentin again, smirking flirtatiously as she makes her way over. )
Ya know back where I'm from... — ( she coos as she grabs her right braid to untwist (she's had a lot of practice to unbraid them fast despite the length of them) -- moving her hips still as she walks. ) — if anyone even thinks about tellin' me what I should or should not do...
( jinx trails off as she climbs on the bed and onto him, straddling him and already halfway done with the braid she's fiddling with. )
... They'd be tied to the ceiling with a bomb strapped to their chest. ... or dynamite in their mouths. Whichever gives me that fear of look I like so much.
[Quentin hears the slightest bit of a voice that sounds like a younger Jinx and quickly closes off his mind from listening to the rest of the memory. Not just because it's none of his business, but also memories tend to come with feelings, and it's always a toss-up whether you'll get sucker punched in the face with someone else's trauma. If there's anything he's learned about Jinx, it's that her emotions are loud and her memories are rarely good. So he lets her have her little moment, sets his glasses on the side table box, and waits for her to come back to the present.
When she does, she doesn't waste any time climbing into his lap, which is, of course, exactly his intention when choosing where to wait for her to follow him. The appeal of "cute girl in lap" aside, they're a lot closer to eye level this way, so making out should be a hell of a lot easier. Which he very much plans to test out soon, but she seems to be kind of in the middle of something with the braids, and he'd like to give her a chance to finish.]
Kinky! Maybe another time, yeah? Tonight I'd rather use my mouth for other fun things than just holding dynamite.
[Oh, right, he should do something with his hands, shouldn't he? He's always terrible at this part. After a second of indecision, he puts his hands loosely around her waist. The "safe" choice, maybe, but it's a good place to start, especially while she's still busy with her hair. And until she's done with that, he'll just watch her intently, his eyes occasionally roving over the rest of her body but for the most part sticking to her face and those fun glowy eyes of hers.]
( one braid down, one more to go. with this one, she uses just a little more of her shimmer juices for her fingers to pick up the pace. is it silly for her to be somewhat surprised he is already thinking about a next time with her? logically and on paper, it makes sense. they're a couple now so it's natural for intimacy to come around more than once. it's a part of being in a relationship (unless the two parties aren't into it), but jinx is still coming to terms with this whole thing and a little paranoid. quentin can still change his mind about being with her at any given time, and given the fact she is a walking omen... her defense is high. as her father always says and reminds her, "everyone else betrays us. it's only us.". )
( when his hands are at her hips, jinx shimmies playfully on top with a smile; wrinkling her nose again. this is meant to be a really hot moment and it will come definitely, but until she is done with this hair -- she is feeling a little prankish. )
Oh really? I do love fun and I do love surprises.
( and to demonstrate the fun and the surprise, she leans to him to appear she is going to land him a kiss. but only to do a detour and press a quick kiss on his forehead. a two for two prank and jinx grins pretty victoriously about it too. maybe he can finally get her back because now she is finally done with her locks, doing a quick headshake to let it fly freely, then sheds off her mini jacket to toss off somewhere in his room. )
[Ugh, wiggling in his lap is so not fair, and he chokes back a groan. So that's how she wants to play, is it? Fine, he's more than happy to return the favor. As soon as the jacket is gone, he kisses her, but only for a couple of steamy seconds before he pulls back with a smirk.]
I'm gonna piggyback off your thoughts, okay? Try not to think about anything too embarrassing, you know, like how hot I am. Not that anyone could blame you.
[Hey, Jinx, how do you feel about neck kissing? Because Quentin's about to find out. Meanwhile, his hands are now creeping up under her shirt, and since it's a pretty tight bit of clothing to begin with, that means he's also pushing the whole shirt up too.]
( the quick hot kiss is sudden and before she could even return it properly, it was already over with. what an asshole, making her kiss him all clumsy-like. sure, she might had deserved it but if she is meant to be the top dog in aldrip when she and her father rule, she can't be caught slipping up like that! jinx was on her way to pout at him, but his little warning has her eyebrows quirking up in confusion. )
Piggybacking?
( and again before the teen can even begin to ask what that entails, he is on her neck. she inhales a sharp breath and immediately her moans increases to a slight high-pitch and more girly volume. 'Fuck, that's my spot.' with her hands resting on his shoulders and gripping tightly on his shirt, she tilts her head to expose more skin for him with a slight shudder over the feel of his hands working up on her body.
'Make me yours. ... Mark me. Please?' unable to control herself now, she moves on top of him again -- her hips in a slow roll up to him to satisfy an ache forming between her thighs, and the desire to just feel him despite there's still so much barrier between the two. )
[Jackpot. Quentin grins briefly against her neck before moving his attention to the additional skin she's presented for him. He doesn't even need to use his little trick of slipping into her mind to feel what she feels ("piggybacking" seemed like the most accurate, if maybe unclear description) to know how much this turns her on, which is awfully handy. He really, really wants this to be good for her, so at least he knows now that neck = awesome.
Mark her, she says? Quentin isn't a possessive kinda guy, but apparently Jinx is into that shit, which is good enough for him even if he doesn't really know what to do with "make me yours". If she wants a bunch of hickeys, though, he is more than happy to oblige. But first — get rid of some of these stupid clothes. Not all, not yet (or at all, depending on if she's ready to go all the way) but the shirts at least. Her rocking her hips against him is driving him absolutely crazy — and she'll almost definitely be able to feel how crazy — and he needs some kind of skin-on-skin contact to have any hope of maintaining his sanity and his patience.]
Shirts.
[That hurriedly mumbled word is all the explanation he cares to give for why he's pulling his hands and mouth off her, but since he immediately shucks off his t-shirt and flings it somewhere on the floor, he hopes she can figure out what he means.]
( the fire is boiling just a little too fast in her veins. and while she can feel his craze on top of her own, jinx is also fighting whether or not she should just... lower all her defenses or be in control. to pin him down and ravish him, but for him to also grab her hand and make her feel alive again. she's been dead for so long and her world's been nothing but muted colors since that horrible night. maybe there's a way to do a little bit of both -- to fade away to their new sweet secret place but to also claw him like the animal that she is.
his muttering barely catches her ears and her eyes flutter for a moment in slight confusion of the sudden pause. but the girl follows suit super quickly, tossing her own shirt somewhere in the room to be forgotten. and luckily for the two of them, jinx isn't known to wear a bra underneath her clothing, therefore she is bare like him. he can visually see her breath heaving -- her eyes glowing and so fixated on him with so many impure thoughts rushing through her mind. for him to touch her, for her to touch him, to get entirely naked right now, who goes down on who first, what position should they do first if not all of them, hard and slow or hard and fast? there's just so much crashing into each other and it's hard to figure out what to do first when she wants it all. )
( but in the end despite she told him to mark her and to make her his, jinx leans forward in a haste -- her hands cupping at his cheeks to give him the most feverish kiss. she hums hungrily into it, mouth opening to give an indication she wants to do a different kind of kiss than the type they've been doing. and all the while, jinx is still brushing her hips to him, knowing damn well doing this will just intensify everything. her sister told her if she were to ever do this with anyone to at least be safe and... she isn't really being too safe right now. but what's living without taking a few risks? 'i want him so much...' — why yes, she completely forgot he can be tuned in her thoughts right now and is speaking out to the void of her own mind. )
[He doesn't even get the chance to properly appreciate boobs inches from his face before a wave of her fantasies hits him like a ton of bricks, and she kisses him almost as forcefully. Correction, French kisses him. And Quentin eagerly reciprocates, one hand settling on her hip and the other moving up to her chest. Sure, she might not have much up there, but you'd never know it from the pleased noises he makes into the kiss. Honestly, Quentin's never really been a boob guy anyway. He just likes her.
Man, he's really gotta get it together. Her thoughts are a maelstrom pulling him under, and he needs to do something because drowning in this case just leads to needing a change of boxers and a shame from which he will never recover. Talking to her telepathically has helped ground her before, and he hopes it will again.
"We'll do all of it."
All the ideas she's been practically screaming in her head, that is.
"Every single sexy thing you're imagining, okay? We'll make a list."
She moves in his lap in a way that makes him gasp and grip her hip a little harder than he intended.
"Fuck, Jinx— just figure out what you want to do this time before I lose my goddamn mind."]
( it's so damn bizarre how effective this is for her. whether her mind is swirling in a whirlwind of negativity or... whatever you call this, hearing him in her thoughts seem to clear the chaotic atmosphere. jinx thrives on the disorderly way of living and so many have tried to get her to live the opposite. and it only results to her wanting to live more hectically . but with quentin, it's so different. he doesn't want her to completely put a stop to it (at least she doesn't think so. otherwise he wouldn't suggested making a list of all her wildest fantasties just now), he just wants her to ease up on the gas pedal and maybe go down a few speeds.
so jinx... listens, her thoughts decreases a few notches and for now, she slows down on her thrusting so he wouldn't blow up on her (yet). the kissing between them settles too, still heated, of course, but not like some wolf ripping a piece of meat apart after three days of no food. so what does she want to do? to feel good, obviously is what she's thinking -- and yet when jinx follows the train tracks of that idea, things twists just a little bit somber. there's still so much heat in the mix of it, so much excitement and her own arosual humming loudly to match her heartbeat. but if he swims just bit deeper through all of this fire-y mess, there's that familiar feeling she had back when they were in the kitchen. that lost puppy look except now it has an emotion attached to it. a sensation of wanting to be held, to be liked,... to not be abandoned.
...
wait. did some guy hurt— aaaaannd that thought door gets locked crazy tight. let's not go down that road of pain.
'Show me.' she says telepathically, their kiss almost coming to a halt but not quite -- it just lingers longer as she moans more gently over at his hand on her chest. 'If I'm making you crazy... show me. I want... want to feel good. For once. I want you to make me feel good, Quentin.'. and just like that, jinx swaps places in the car she's been driving -- letting him take the wheel while she sets herself in the passenger seat. and finally, the teen pulls her lips away from his to catch her breath with her forehead press almost lovingly against his forehead. )
[Ah, that's better. Well, not that sad stuff that started bubbling up when the fire in her calmed to more of a blaze rather than an inferno. But the fact that her thoughts are a little quieter, a little less chaotic, a little more real... that is definitely nice.
Wanting a place to belong, someone to give a shit for once? That's something Quentin can relate to all too well. But he can't promise to be around forever. Eventually he'll get sent back to his world. So is it worth it to be the one who gives a shit about her? He's not sure. It's basically the same as him trusting Jubilee to give him a home, he guesses, and he doesn't necessarily regret that, despite it not lasting. So... maybe it'll be okay?
"Yeah... Okay, yeah. I can do that."
He closes his eyes and takes a couple of seconds to breathe, collect himself, and enjoy a moment of peace with her forehead touching his. Alright. Opening his eyes to meet hers, he moves his hand from her chest, and after using a bit of telekinesis to unbuckle her belt and unzip her fly, he unceremoniously slides his hand down the front of her shorts. Now this is where his piggybacking trick comes in handy, because feeling what she feels makes it stupidly easy to find her most sensitive spots almost immediately. Sure, the angle of his arm isn't ideal, but he'll do something about that in a bit. He doesn't want to delay fulfilling her request any longer than he has to.
( she is going to hate herself tomorrow definitely. jinx hates exposing her vulnerability side because it goes against the reputation she is trying to uphold. jinx is a fearful and dangerous monster who lives in the shadows. someone who gobbles up anyone who bats their eyes at her the wrong way. someone you shouldn't turn your back on, who shouldn't run away from, shouldn't talk about so loudly, shouldn't think about so loudly, because she will be there -- waiting and watching. 'be what they fear, jinx.' is what her father would say.
and yet here she is, shedding away her armor and exposing that deep down, she is just a woman. a woman that's been hurt by the world, by those she trusted and loved, and by her own. she is completely battle scared and all she wants is to just feel nice for a change even if it's for a single night. and jinx prays that this exposure can be just between the two of them. no one needs to know this secret side of her (except the people here in aldrip aren't stupid and have eyes).
her body jerks slightly at the touch of his hand between her thighs, it's not due to fear or anything, but because she has never been touched there by anyone before. so it's a slight weird (but good) sensation to have fingers there that isn't her own. despite the awkward angle he's in, there's... heavy evidence of how excited she's been and she isn't all ashamed of it either. with her eyes lock to his, they widen slightly as he hits a sweet spot -- inhaling yet another gasp before her head tilts back to bathe over the wave of pleasure. this time, her moan isn't subtle, it's noticeable and loud (loud enough if someone passes through, they can hear some muffling groans outside his door). )
('Fuck, yes! Yes, like that.'. jinx plants a quick yet deep kiss on his lips before she readjusts herself to help. she moves a little off his lap to lean somewhat back with her legs spread. but then the reminder of her busted right hand comes to thought when she attempts to use it for balance. 'Shit.'. more so to herself than him she says that to, of course. so the teen decides maybe it'd be better if she just lies on her back -- thusly she does and hopes quentin can adapt to this new position and angle she's making for herself. and actually, lying down is making all of this feel all the more amazing. who would had thunk? )
[Funny, rolling her over was his next move. Great minds! Quentin adjusts his position to lie next to her on his side. Her reaction to that first little experiment was amazing. 10/10, no notes.
Unfortunately, her moving did mean he had to take his hand out of her shorts temporarily. But that's okay, that just gives him the opportunity to shimmy them down in the front a little more to give himself more room to work. If Jinx wants the shorts off completely, she's welcome to interrupt him to do so, but she might be a little too distracted.
"You should say everything out loud for now. Doesn't make a difference to me, but might feel better for you. Oh, and you can mark me up if you want. Go nuts."
She seems good and ready, so this time when his hand goes down between her legs he slowly slides a finger inside her, watching her face intently. Jinx called him "Mr. Mind Explosion" once before. Even if the context was completely different then, he fully intends to earn that nickname.]
( she is a little distracted, yes, but when she feels her shorts slipping lower -- jinx lifts up her hips slightly and does little movements with her legs. so a big sign to, yes, take those suckers off. she's ready for him to see all of her. when he is next to her, she peers over with a slight flush brewing over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose -- mostly over his suggestion. the blue-haired girl giggles sheepishly with her canine tooth picking at her bottom lip. )
Eh heh heh...Right, right. Uh. I guess you can kinda tell I'm a vir— Haah...!
( and a new set of pleasure electrifies up her spine with her good hand instantly on top his shoulder to grab onto. her instinct is to bite so instead of kissing his lips like she had been doing, jinx leans forward to grab on his lower lip to crunch on. again, she doesn't do it hard -- there's no blood or pain, but enough pressure for him to be aware of it. she doesn't linger for too long with it as it gets replaced with a deep kiss, moaning fully before slithering down to his neck.
her body once again acts on its own, her leg swings around to curl around his waist for an even better access for him to work with. with hot and panted breath, her tongue laps over the skin of his neck -- occasionally leaving kisses, nips and suckling hard enough to leave marks. all the while, her hand reaching a little around over to his back to drag her nails across. now with the scratches, that might be leave some pinching but she'll lighten up on that if he needs her to. )
[Well, if the lady wants the shorts gone, who is Quentin to argue? But he's propping himself up with one hand, and the other is... occupied. Whatever shall he do?
Ha! It must suck to be a loser without godlike tk powers. Before she moves her leg and makes this process more difficult than it needs to be, he whisks those shorts off (and her underwear too, while he's at it) with mind powers and flings them across the room. A little more dramatic than he intended, but whatever. More importantly, he has unhindered access to her body now, and he's gonna use it. He starts moving that hand, just a smidge slower than she would want him to. What's wrong with making her squirm a little, right?
"I'm in your head, you don't have to tell me."
He hums when she starts kissing his neck and tilts his chin up a bit for her, but her nails on his back get a shudder and a gasp. Oo, that's very fun.
"Come on, you can do better than that. I don't heal, but I'm not fragile."]
( oh, he's a dick for this, and she groans in a needy frustration against his skin when she notices the speed decreasing from his hand. but despite it, the teen grins impishly over his words -- because god, she shouldn't enjoy him being in her head this much. but to have someone learning how she ticks without her needing to yammer in long drawn out explanations is downright amazing. it gets so tiring and boring having to answer the same damn basic questions. "what was your world like?", "what are your hobbies?", "what's your favorite food?", "why do you enjoy guns/explosions so much?", "why is it about you and wrecking havoc?", blah blah fucking blah! she wants to skip all of that and get to the good stuff. and that's what this is for her, the good stuff. and if quentin wants to know the nitty gritty of jinx, he can always ask or browse around freely in her head, whatever he wants to do. she is essentially an open book anyway. if there's something she doesn't want him to know quite yet, she'll slam the mental door at him. no big whoop.
but anyhow feeling just a tad bit aggressive thanks to that little comment of his, jinx tightens her grip on him with her leg and uses her body weight to roll the two of them over so he's more on top. her lips part ways from his neck but only briefly so she can hum into his ear, her words sweet with a dash of poison mixed in: )
Your funeral, Mister psychic extraordinaire.
( and with that, she digs her nails even deeper in his skin -- clawing harder from bottom to the top of his shoulder. her lips dives back into his neck, this time the bite she grants is harder too, although licks lovingly over the bite to soothe. )
'You oughta fuck me faster. I know you gotta be dyin' to hear how wet I am for you.'
( if he wants her to squirm, fine. but she'll play the game of talking dirty if she has to. )
[The clawing at his shoulder? The bite? It's perfect. Quentin groans and shivers.
He could tease her more. See if he can make her squirm even more, if she'd beg for him, all of that good stuff. But he's all tingly and in a good mood now, so he'll be nice. Well... "nice". He does move his hand a little faster and adds a second finger, which is some definition of "nice". Specifically the definition of nice that includes working one's girlfriend up a mind-blowing orgasm.]
"Trust the process, babe. You asked me to make you feel good, right? But please, feel free to keep talkin' dirty to me. Flattery will get you everywhere."
[That bite put her ear pretty close to his mouth, so he takes the opportunity to nibble at her earlobe. Then the same time, he finds that sweet spot that made her gasp earlier and rubs it firmly with his thumb.]
( 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....]
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I know a version of Summers from my universe. It's a long story. But mutants stick together, so here I am.
[He scowls. Ugh, talking about any version of Cyclops is a hell of a mood killer. In an attempt to get some of said mood back, he waves a hand to lend some telekinetic help with Jinx's boot buckles, since she's a little encumbered by her bad hand. What would you do without him?]
Now are we gonna talk about Scott "stick in the mud" Summers all day or are you gonna come over here?
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Young Vi: I know what i said—
Powder (young Jinx): I want to fight, I can help!
Young Vi: You're not ready!!
( jinx is staring down at her boots when that flash of memory flares when quentin mentions about mutants sticking together. and maybe she can use him unbuckling her boots for her as an excuse for her sudden stillness. or maybe she can mention giving her hand a small rest. either way, the teen squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment in hope it'll be enough to bat it away. because there is no way in hell she's letting that ruin this, and she'll be damned if she allows her sick mind to rip her out of this reality and drift her off to limbo space. her "curse" would be cruel enough to do that.
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so when she opens her eyes again, jinx gives herself a quick thump against her leg to be on the safe side. it's a tiny tactic she uses sometimes to keep herself aware and grounded. it doesn't always work, but it's better than doing nothing. right, okay, so what was she doing again? toeing off her boots and setting them somewhere, her attention falls over to quentin again, smirking flirtatiously as she makes her way over. )
Ya know back where I'm from... — ( she coos as she grabs her right braid to untwist (she's had a lot of practice to unbraid them fast despite the length of them) -- moving her hips still as she walks. ) — if anyone even thinks about tellin' me what I should or should not do...
( jinx trails off as she climbs on the bed and onto him, straddling him and already halfway done with the braid she's fiddling with. )
... They'd be tied to the ceiling with a bomb strapped to their chest. ... or dynamite in their mouths. Whichever gives me that fear of look I like so much.
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When she does, she doesn't waste any time climbing into his lap, which is, of course, exactly his intention when choosing where to wait for her to follow him. The appeal of "cute girl in lap" aside, they're a lot closer to eye level this way, so making out should be a hell of a lot easier. Which he very much plans to test out soon, but she seems to be kind of in the middle of something with the braids, and he'd like to give her a chance to finish.]
Kinky! Maybe another time, yeah? Tonight I'd rather use my mouth for other fun things than just holding dynamite.
[Oh, right, he should do something with his hands, shouldn't he? He's always terrible at this part. After a second of indecision, he puts his hands loosely around her waist. The "safe" choice, maybe, but it's a good place to start, especially while she's still busy with her hair. And until she's done with that, he'll just watch her intently, his eyes occasionally roving over the rest of her body but for the most part sticking to her face and those fun glowy eyes of hers.]
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( when his hands are at her hips, jinx shimmies playfully on top with a smile; wrinkling her nose again. this is meant to be a really hot moment and it will come definitely, but until she is done with this hair -- she is feeling a little prankish. )
Oh really? I do love fun and I do love surprises.
( and to demonstrate the fun and the surprise, she leans to him to appear she is going to land him a kiss. but only to do a detour and press a quick kiss on his forehead. a two for two prank and jinx grins pretty victoriously about it too. maybe he can finally get her back because now she is finally done with her locks, doing a quick headshake to let it fly freely, then sheds off her mini jacket to toss off somewhere in his room. )
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I'm gonna piggyback off your thoughts, okay? Try not to think about anything too embarrassing, you know, like how hot I am. Not that anyone could blame you.
[Hey, Jinx, how do you feel about neck kissing? Because Quentin's about to find out. Meanwhile, his hands are now creeping up under her shirt, and since it's a pretty tight bit of clothing to begin with, that means he's also pushing the whole shirt up too.]
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Piggybacking?
( and again before the teen can even begin to ask what that entails, he is on her neck. she inhales a sharp breath and immediately her moans increases to a slight high-pitch and more girly volume. 'Fuck, that's my spot.' with her hands resting on his shoulders and gripping tightly on his shirt, she tilts her head to expose more skin for him with a slight shudder over the feel of his hands working up on her body.
'Make me yours. ... Mark me. Please?' unable to control herself now, she moves on top of him again -- her hips in a slow roll up to him to satisfy an ache forming between her thighs, and the desire to just feel him despite there's still so much barrier between the two. )
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Mark her, she says? Quentin isn't a possessive kinda guy, but apparently Jinx is into that shit, which is good enough for him even if he doesn't really know what to do with "make me yours". If she wants a bunch of hickeys, though, he is more than happy to oblige. But first — get rid of some of these stupid clothes. Not all, not yet (or at all, depending on if she's ready to go all the way) but the shirts at least. Her rocking her hips against him is driving him absolutely crazy — and she'll almost definitely be able to feel how crazy — and he needs some kind of skin-on-skin contact to have any hope of maintaining his sanity and his patience.]
Shirts.
[That hurriedly mumbled word is all the explanation he cares to give for why he's pulling his hands and mouth off her, but since he immediately shucks off his t-shirt and flings it somewhere on the floor, he hopes she can figure out what he means.]
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his muttering barely catches her ears and her eyes flutter for a moment in slight confusion of the sudden pause. but the girl follows suit super quickly, tossing her own shirt somewhere in the room to be forgotten. and luckily for the two of them, jinx isn't known to wear a bra underneath her clothing, therefore she is bare like him. he can visually see her breath heaving -- her eyes glowing and so fixated on him with so many impure thoughts rushing through her mind. for him to touch her, for her to touch him, to get entirely naked right now, who goes down on who first, what position should they do first if not all of them, hard and slow or hard and fast? there's just so much crashing into each other and it's hard to figure out what to do first when she wants it all. )
( but in the end despite she told him to mark her and to make her his, jinx leans forward in a haste -- her hands cupping at his cheeks to give him the most feverish kiss. she hums hungrily into it, mouth opening to give an indication she wants to do a different kind of kiss than the type they've been doing. and all the while, jinx is still brushing her hips to him, knowing damn well doing this will just intensify everything. her sister told her if she were to ever do this with anyone to at least be safe and... she isn't really being too safe right now. but what's living without taking a few risks? 'i want him so much...' — why yes, she completely forgot he can be tuned in her thoughts right now and is speaking out to the void of her own mind. )
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Man, he's really gotta get it together. Her thoughts are a maelstrom pulling him under, and he needs to do something because drowning in this case just leads to needing a change of boxers and a shame from which he will never recover. Talking to her telepathically has helped ground her before, and he hopes it will again.
"We'll do all of it."
All the ideas she's been practically screaming in her head, that is.
"Every single sexy thing you're imagining, okay? We'll make a list."
She moves in his lap in a way that makes him gasp and grip her hip a little harder than he intended.
"Fuck, Jinx— just figure out what you want to do this time before I lose my goddamn mind."]
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so jinx... listens, her thoughts decreases a few notches and for now, she slows down on her thrusting so he wouldn't blow up on her (yet). the kissing between them settles too, still heated, of course, but not like some wolf ripping a piece of meat apart after three days of no food. so what does she want to do? to feel good, obviously is what she's thinking -- and yet when jinx follows the train tracks of that idea, things twists just a little bit somber. there's still so much heat in the mix of it, so much excitement and her own arosual humming loudly to match her heartbeat. but if he swims just bit deeper through all of this fire-y mess, there's that familiar feeling she had back when they were in the kitchen. that lost puppy look except now it has an emotion attached to it. a sensation of wanting to be held, to be liked,... to not be abandoned.
...
wait. did some guy hurt— aaaaannd that thought door gets locked crazy tight. let's not go down that road of pain.
'Show me.' she says telepathically, their kiss almost coming to a halt but not quite -- it just lingers longer as she moans more gently over at his hand on her chest. 'If I'm making you crazy... show me. I want... want to feel good. For once. I want you to make me feel good, Quentin.'. and just like that, jinx swaps places in the car she's been driving -- letting him take the wheel while she sets herself in the passenger seat. and finally, the teen pulls her lips away from his to catch her breath with her forehead press almost lovingly against his forehead. )
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Wanting a place to belong, someone to give a shit for once? That's something Quentin can relate to all too well. But he can't promise to be around forever. Eventually he'll get sent back to his world. So is it worth it to be the one who gives a shit about her? He's not sure. It's basically the same as him trusting Jubilee to give him a home, he guesses, and he doesn't necessarily regret that, despite it not lasting. So... maybe it'll be okay?
"Yeah... Okay, yeah. I can do that."
He closes his eyes and takes a couple of seconds to breathe, collect himself, and enjoy a moment of peace with her forehead touching his. Alright. Opening his eyes to meet hers, he moves his hand from her chest, and after using a bit of telekinesis to unbuckle her belt and unzip her fly, he unceremoniously slides his hand down the front of her shorts. Now this is where his piggybacking trick comes in handy, because feeling what she feels makes it stupidly easy to find her most sensitive spots almost immediately. Sure, the angle of his arm isn't ideal, but he'll do something about that in a bit. He doesn't want to delay fulfilling her request any longer than he has to.
"Like that?"]
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and yet here she is, shedding away her armor and exposing that deep down, she is just a woman. a woman that's been hurt by the world, by those she trusted and loved, and by her own. she is completely battle scared and all she wants is to just feel nice for a change even if it's for a single night. and jinx prays that this exposure can be just between the two of them. no one needs to know this secret side of her (except the people here in aldrip aren't stupid and have eyes).
her body jerks slightly at the touch of his hand between her thighs, it's not due to fear or anything, but because she has never been touched there by anyone before. so it's a slight weird (but good) sensation to have fingers there that isn't her own. despite the awkward angle he's in, there's... heavy evidence of how excited she's been and she isn't all ashamed of it either. with her eyes lock to his, they widen slightly as he hits a sweet spot -- inhaling yet another gasp before her head tilts back to bathe over the wave of pleasure. this time, her moan isn't subtle, it's noticeable and loud (loud enough if someone passes through, they can hear some muffling groans outside his door). )
( 'Fuck, yes! Yes, like that.'. jinx plants a quick yet deep kiss on his lips before she readjusts herself to help. she moves a little off his lap to lean somewhat back with her legs spread. but then the reminder of her busted right hand comes to thought when she attempts to use it for balance. 'Shit.'. more so to herself than him she says that to, of course. so the teen decides maybe it'd be better if she just lies on her back -- thusly she does and hopes quentin can adapt to this new position and angle she's making for herself. and actually, lying down is making all of this feel all the more amazing. who would had thunk? )
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Unfortunately, her moving did mean he had to take his hand out of her shorts temporarily. But that's okay, that just gives him the opportunity to shimmy them down in the front a little more to give himself more room to work. If Jinx wants the shorts off completely, she's welcome to interrupt him to do so, but she might be a little too distracted.
"You should say everything out loud for now. Doesn't make a difference to me, but might feel better for you. Oh, and you can mark me up if you want. Go nuts."
She seems good and ready, so this time when his hand goes down between her legs he slowly slides a finger inside her, watching her face intently. Jinx called him "Mr. Mind Explosion" once before. Even if the context was completely different then, he fully intends to earn that nickname.]
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Eh heh heh...Right, right. Uh. I guess you can kinda tell I'm a vir— Haah...!
( and a new set of pleasure electrifies up her spine with her good hand instantly on top his shoulder to grab onto. her instinct is to bite so instead of kissing his lips like she had been doing, jinx leans forward to grab on his lower lip to crunch on. again, she doesn't do it hard -- there's no blood or pain, but enough pressure for him to be aware of it. she doesn't linger for too long with it as it gets replaced with a deep kiss, moaning fully before slithering down to his neck.
her body once again acts on its own, her leg swings around to curl around his waist for an even better access for him to work with. with hot and panted breath, her tongue laps over the skin of his neck -- occasionally leaving kisses, nips and suckling hard enough to leave marks. all the while, her hand reaching a little around over to his back to drag her nails across. now with the scratches, that might be leave some pinching but she'll lighten up on that if he needs her to. )
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Ha! It must suck to be a loser without godlike tk powers. Before she moves her leg and makes this process more difficult than it needs to be, he whisks those shorts off (and her underwear too, while he's at it) with mind powers and flings them across the room. A little more dramatic than he intended, but whatever. More importantly, he has unhindered access to her body now, and he's gonna use it. He starts moving that hand, just a smidge slower than she would want him to. What's wrong with making her squirm a little, right?
"I'm in your head, you don't have to tell me."
He hums when she starts kissing his neck and tilts his chin up a bit for her, but her nails on his back get a shudder and a gasp. Oo, that's very fun.
"Come on, you can do better than that. I don't heal, but I'm not fragile."]
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but anyhow feeling just a tad bit aggressive thanks to that little comment of his, jinx tightens her grip on him with her leg and uses her body weight to roll the two of them over so he's more on top. her lips part ways from his neck but only briefly so she can hum into his ear, her words sweet with a dash of poison mixed in: )
Your funeral, Mister psychic extraordinaire.
( and with that, she digs her nails even deeper in his skin -- clawing harder from bottom to the top of his shoulder. her lips dives back into his neck, this time the bite she grants is harder too, although licks lovingly over the bite to soothe. )
'You oughta fuck me faster. I know you gotta be dyin' to hear how wet I am for you.'
( if he wants her to squirm, fine. but she'll play the game of talking dirty if she has to. )
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[The clawing at his shoulder? The bite? It's perfect. Quentin groans and shivers.
He could tease her more. See if he can make her squirm even more, if she'd beg for him, all of that good stuff. But he's all tingly and in a good mood now, so he'll be nice. Well... "nice". He does move his hand a little faster and adds a second finger, which is some definition of "nice". Specifically the definition of nice that includes working one's girlfriend up a mind-blowing orgasm.]
"Trust the process, babe. You asked me to make you feel good, right? But please, feel free to keep talkin' dirty to me. Flattery will get you everywhere."
[That bite put her ear pretty close to his mouth, so he takes the opportunity to nibble at her earlobe. Then the same time, he finds that sweet spot that made her gasp earlier and rubs it firmly with his thumb.]
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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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