[ Free his ass, they're all stuck here. She'll get roped into something sooner or later.
Anyway, Jim has a bit from that bottle as they make their way back to (conveniently nearby) Wyver, and while he's not drunk, he can't complain. ]
Some of those hand-wringers on the network are going to be thrilled to call me wrong, later, [ he says, and sounds perfectly upbeat about it. And then: ] Don't suppose you feel like crashing at my place.
( no one is pulling her strings. that’s as close to freedom as dutch ever gets, she figures. )
Good thing you were wrong. ( she shrugs. ) Thought you were never gonna ask. ( not that she needs him to ask, she’s perfectly capable of taking matters into her own hands. but it’s nice that he asks, the casual nature of it. )
[ Jim laughs quietly, and leads the rest of the way back to his gloomy shoebox. It's clean, though, and perfectly tidy, and no one's shown up bleeding all over the place in at least a week. Once they're inside with the door closed behind them, Jim tugs her close for a kiss, blindly setting the bottle down on the small table. ]
( his shoebox is smaller than her shoebox; hers has at least room for two people, though with alvis back in stasis, the second room is more of a gym than anything else. jim's shoebox is clean and tidy and dutch doesn't give a shit about it's state at all, especially not when he leans in to kiss her.
she winds her arms around his neck and kisses back, walking him into the direction of his bedroom. )
[ 'Bedroom', 'glorified alcove where his bed is', same thing. Jim keeps kissing her, and shrugs out of his jacket as he does, letting items drop to the floor. By now he knows what Dutch likes, and there's no need for cautious exploring. He does as he's guided to do and kisses and touches her with lazy sensuality and aggression in turn.
Normally he'd go for her clothes, too, but-- she's got a nice dress on, he doesn't want to risk injuring it. He values his hands. Instead he backs all the way up into the edge of his bed and drops down with an 'oof'. ]
( he's a smart man. smarter than he looks, sometimes. he lands on the bed and dutch leans down, chasing the kiss for a moment before she straightens. turning, she tips her head forward. )
Unzip me?
( when he does, she turns again and a moment later, lets the dress fall to the floor, revealing that she's wearing nothing beneath it but a pair of black lace underpants. )
[ Jim complies, of course, and takes a moment just to look at her when the dress is off. Because this view doesn't get old.
He leans in and presses a kiss to her stomach, almost teasing with a smiling glance up, brief, before he gets his fingers underneath the elastic of her panties and moves his mouth lower. ]
why would u apologise to the peanut gallery ur welcome peanut gallery
( the look of appreciation she gets will also not get old. it leaves something warm clenching in her stomach, lips curling into a grin. she takes a step closer, winding her hands into his hair. given that his mouth is already moving lower, she doesn't push or pull him anywhere, just lets out a satisfied breath, humming softly as she does. )
[ Jim knows what he's about, and that is: this, the ease of it, how much he likes that soft noise and the heat and taste of her as he eats her out. Well, as much as he can in this position, which is more teasing than anything as he pushes her underwear down and smooths his hands back up to her ass.
After a while, he bites softly at her hipbone before leaning back, toppling her onto him and the both of them onto his bed-- he can't help the quiet laugh. ]
( she likes the ease of it, too, and she likes his mouth on her even if this position doesn't really allow it to get anywhere. it's still good. pleasure that isn't overwhelming, that she can enjoy for its own sake and not because she needs it to go somewhere immediately.
he topples them both over and onto the bed, laughing, and dutch grins down at him and scoots forward until her knees are on either side of his head. )
[ Jim lets her push him back where she wants, and as she settles into position he undoes his pants, reaches down to unbuckle one boot and pry it off using the toe of the other. Unhurried. He palms himself, mostly hard, before bracing her hips with his hands and getting to work properly this time. ]
( there's no overwhelming urgency, but that changes when he gets to work properly, focusing. in turn, dutch moves her hips and sometimes his head where she wants them, dictating the rhythm and speed. for the most part, it remains a team effort, a back and forth, but she likes that he lets her have the upper hand, in as far as it's a contest at all.
it isn't, is it? not with him.
soon before long, her hips are rocking faster, breath coming shorter, and there's that urgency, the need to come, pressure building at the base of her spine and spreading. )
[ Jim can read her well enough by now, and he slips one hand forward between her legs, to rub against her clit alongside his mouth and his tongue, other fingers pressing inside of her. Come on. He's not even the one getting off but he can feel sweat on his neck and chest, so turned on by it. He looks up because fuck she's amazing like this, but his gaze doesn't linger for long. (Some men find it hot, being looked at while someone's between their legs, but Jim's always found the angle too weird and googly-eyed, so he avoids doing it.)
He holds her through her orgasm, still touching her, his own breath coming quicker. Jim tips his head back after and exhales, ] Fuck.
( fuck is the right word for sure. dutch shivers, legs trembling as she rides out her orgasm against his mouth, clenching around his fingers and when the sensation tips from prolonging pleasure toward hypersensitivity, she sits back, resting, for a moment, against his chest.
( dutch likes dressing to impress. she likes walking into a room and having all eyes or at least most eyes on her. knowing that the sway of her hips can draw a gaze.
she doesn't like it better than this.
she tips forward until she can fit her lips against his, kissing him. it's a little sloppy and uncoordinated, but it's warm with pleasure and she hums when she tastes herself on his lips. )
[ Jim leans up into that kiss and squeezes her hips, her ass, shifts to be able to work himself out of his trousers the rest of the way. Manages to get at least one sock off. Does he still have his shirt on? Probably. Look at this well coordinated dude you've got, Dutch. ]
( he struggles out of his clothes and dutch leans in to steal another kiss, laughing against his lips. )
Am I? ( oh so innocent. she's well-aware of just how hard he is, how desperate he must be. she's enjoying it a little, to be honest. or a lot.
i'm pretty sure she's still wearing a bra and i have no idea what happened to her panties but at any rate dutch reaches behind herself to undo the bra and fling that — somewhere. no one cares where, really. )
Yeah, [ he faux-complains, pushing up on one elbow to chase her kiss between words. ] You are, actually.
[ Jim knows she likes doing it. He's not sure if it's because she likes him riled up or she just likes having power over him - he doesn't mind, really. Whatever makes anyone's freak flag fly.
Jim presses a kiss to her chest before he lays back again. Oof. ]
You still seem pretty active for a guy on his death bed. ( she's grinning.
and it's— honestly, it's both. she likes him riled up, but she also liked knowing that she has power over him. that she's not in the weaker position here. it's important, after everything. maybe one day, it'll matter less. for now, it still does.
she settles a hand on his chest, flat in the centre, and slowly wiggle-slides her hips down his body until she's straddling his hips rather than his stomach, until she can rub herself slowly, teasingly against his cock. )
It's a talent, [ he grunts. (Which is only a Not Funny joke to Jim, who was in fact, very active on his death bed. Death corridor of radiation, whatever.)
Jim chokes on another swear word at her teasing, but doesn't grab her or force anything to go faster - staying where he is, hands clenching on her thighs, watching her. ]
( dutch doesn't get the joke. probably a good thing, because at least that way, she's not stopping to check if the mood's broken, but continuing, teasing — which probably goes a long way to keep the mood intact.
her mood, at any rate, has not suffered at all. if anything, the way he clenches his hands and chokes out a curse has heat curl quite happily in her stomach again. she rubs herself against him again, a slow slide that leaves her a little breathless as well, and on the next roll of her hips, she changes the angle enough so that she's sinking down on him. )
[ No broken mood here, though insert nearly broken dick joke. No he's fine, he's just into it, because there's no point in sex without being fully committed, without fully wanting, and allowing himself to exist for a moment just for this. (Letting his mind shut down, forgetting that joke, forgetting everything.)
He swears as she rubs over his cock, twitching but holding still, knowing she'll be as eager as he is if he just-- waits for a second-- ]
Dutch. [ A rough exhale as she takes him in, finally, followed by a noise that's not a word. ]
( her head tips forward, back curving and every nerve in her body coming alive with it. )
Yeah - ( it's a mindless reply, breathless and guttural, like it's dragged from her. it may as well be. she loves this: the slow stretch of it, the pressure in places that she usually isn't aware of at all, the way it sparks pleasure up and down her spine. for a moment, she is still, jim buried all the way inside her, then she rises up again. )
[ Jim manages to hold still for one motion, two, before he can't help the way his hips shift up into her downward movement, rocking against her, letting out a low sound. Oh. He knows she'll force him to stay still if she wants him too, anyway, or manhandle him into moving the way she wants. And she knows he can take direction - it's better when they're both getting it exactly how they want it. (Need it.) And boys are much easier. ]
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Anyway, Jim has a bit from that bottle as they make their way back to (conveniently nearby) Wyver, and while he's not drunk, he can't complain. ]
Some of those hand-wringers on the network are going to be thrilled to call me wrong, later, [ he says, and sounds perfectly upbeat about it. And then: ] Don't suppose you feel like crashing at my place.
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Good thing you were wrong. ( she shrugs. ) Thought you were never gonna ask. ( not that she needs him to ask, she’s perfectly capable of taking matters into her own hands. but it’s nice that he asks, the casual nature of it. )
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she winds her arms around his neck and kisses back, walking him into the direction of his bedroom. )
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Normally he'd go for her clothes, too, but-- she's got a nice dress on, he doesn't want to risk injuring it. He values his hands. Instead he backs all the way up into the edge of his bed and drops down with an 'oof'. ]
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Unzip me?
( when he does, she turns again and a moment later, lets the dress fall to the floor, revealing that she's wearing nothing beneath it but a pair of black lace underpants. )
oh this is nsfw now, sorry peanut gallery
He leans in and presses a kiss to her stomach, almost teasing with a smiling glance up, brief, before he gets his fingers underneath the elastic of her panties and moves his mouth lower. ]
why would u apologise to the peanut gallery ur welcome peanut gallery
responsibly warning!!
After a while, he bites softly at her hipbone before leaning back, toppling her onto him and the both of them onto his bed-- he can't help the quiet laugh. ]
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he topples them both over and onto the bed, laughing, and dutch grins down at him and scoots forward until her knees are on either side of his head. )
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it isn't, is it? not with him.
soon before long, her hips are rocking faster, breath coming shorter, and there's that urgency, the need to come, pressure building at the base of her spine and spreading. )
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He holds her through her orgasm, still touching her, his own breath coming quicker. Jim tips his head back after and exhales, ] Fuck.
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then: )
That's the idea.
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You look fucking gorgeous after you come, by the way.
[ Important notes. Sweaty and shining and eyes dilated; Jim'll take disheveled and pleased over anyone put together any day. ]
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she doesn't like it better than this.
she tips forward until she can fit her lips against his, kissing him. it's a little sloppy and uncoordinated, but it's warm with pleasure and she hums when she tastes herself on his lips. )
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You're killing me here--
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Am I? ( oh so innocent. she's well-aware of just how hard he is, how desperate he must be. she's enjoying it a little, to be honest. or a lot.
i'm pretty sure she's still wearing a bra and i have no idea what happened to her panties but at any rate dutch reaches behind herself to undo the bra and fling that — somewhere. no one cares where, really. )
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[ Jim knows she likes doing it. He's not sure if it's because she likes him riled up or she just likes having power over him - he doesn't mind, really. Whatever makes anyone's freak flag fly.
Jim presses a kiss to her chest before he lays back again. Oof. ]
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and it's— honestly, it's both. she likes him riled up, but she also liked knowing that she has power over him. that she's not in the weaker position here. it's important, after everything. maybe one day, it'll matter less. for now, it still does.
she settles a hand on his chest, flat in the centre, and slowly wiggle-slides her hips down his body until she's straddling his hips rather than his stomach, until she can rub herself slowly, teasingly against his cock. )
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Jim chokes on another swear word at her teasing, but doesn't grab her or force anything to go faster - staying where he is, hands clenching on her thighs, watching her. ]
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her mood, at any rate, has not suffered at all. if anything, the way he clenches his hands and chokes out a curse has heat curl quite happily in her stomach again. she rubs herself against him again, a slow slide that leaves her a little breathless as well, and on the next roll of her hips, she changes the angle enough so that she's sinking down on him. )
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He swears as she rubs over his cock, twitching but holding still, knowing she'll be as eager as he is if he just-- waits for a second-- ]
Dutch. [ A rough exhale as she takes him in, finally, followed by a noise that's not a word. ]
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Yeah - ( it's a mindless reply, breathless and guttural, like it's dragged from her. it may as well be. she loves this: the slow stretch of it, the pressure in places that she usually isn't aware of at all, the way it sparks pleasure up and down her spine. for a moment, she is still, jim buried all the way inside her, then she rises up again. )
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let's wrap this up here?