The Apocalypse Avenue Home for Wayward Fandom Alumni [Sunday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

Contrary to Jack's pessimism and all evidence to the contrary, the world hadn't ended. Emma considered this one a win in her book.

They'd grabbed their items from the base camp - including the condoms they'd stolen from Kwik Stop - giggling slightly maniacally the entire time before heading back to Ronan's place. From there, it should have been simple enough to go to their separate rooms and call around to make sure people were okay and everything was normal.

Except that Emma made a split-second decision. She swapped back to her diamond form, hauled Jack up over her shoulder, and marched up the stairs to her (thankfully!) shielded room.

Look, some people celebrate with dancing in the kitchen. They were young, alive, and over-saturated on caffeine and adrenaline. Emma could think of a few ways to celebrate.

[[OOC: For the modded one! Totally going to end up being NWS.]]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack was laughing his head off from where she'd dropped him on the bed.

"You never told me homo sapiens superior had so much in common with homo neanderthalensis," he teased. "Should I go slaughter a wooly mammoth for you?"

[icecoldfrost]

"No need," she answered glibly, the change already fading away as crystal locks returned to gold. "I think you've already proven your worth for today, and a woolly mammoth might be hard, even for your great detecting skills."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'd go to a museum, steal the cells, clone one, raise it to a decent size, and bring it home to you. Perfectly sensible," Jack said glibly. His eyes didn't veer away from her flesh. "Though if it's all the same to you, I'll keep lying down here for just a few minutes longer."

[icecoldfrost]

"You would really bring me my own pet mammoth, wouldn't you?" Emma asked, eyes bright with laughter as she shut the door - firmly - and sauntered towards the bed where she'd tossed him. "I'm not quite sure how I'd fit one in my dorm, Mr. Priest."

[bitten_notshy]

"Of course I would. I brought you a dragon-dog, didn't I?" Jack asked, mock indignant. (And never mind Falcon had not, technically, been for her.) "But I can think of a few things we should do first..."

[icecoldfrost]

"Research a mammoth's eating habits? Look into pet permits?" Emma asked slyly, climbing on to the bed and placing her hands on his chest so she could sit astride his hips. "Don't keep a lady in suspense. It's rude."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack involuntarily shifted his hips. They'd made love in her tent at the camp -- fiercely quiet very late at night -- but that has been more about being scared and alone and needing something to do than about lust.

This was far more joyous. His hands went up to wrap around the small of her back.

"Enlarge your dorm room, of course," he said. "Or we could stay here. I'm sure Ronan would like an unusual pet."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma looked down at him from under her eyelashes. "If anyone could talk someone into adopting two wayward hooligans and their pet mammoth, it would be you," she teased, running her left hand down along his side. "You did, after all, just bring me a luck dragon and saved the world."

[bitten_notshy]

"I did," Jack agreed, and the lie was fine since he knew she knew he was exaggerating.

It might as well have been for Emma, anyhow.

"Lean down," he added softly. "I don't think you ever gave me a kiss thank you."

[icecoldfrost]

"I was thinking of taking you out for a steak dinner for a reward," Emma mused, tapping a finger against her lips and pretending to think about it for a moment. "But, if it's a kiss you want..."

She would lean over and catch his lips with hers, and let him know how very much she appreciated his hard work. Breathing was optional.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was, in fact, very interested in seeing how long he could go without breathing.

It was a science experiment, with tongues.

Eventually, they broke apart and he let his head fall back to the pillow.

"Again?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma needed no additional encouragement, really.

This time, when she claimed her kiss, there was a bit more intensity behind it, and she tugged his shirt free from his pants, sliding her hands underneath and over his skin while she pressed against him. The other night had been quiet need and fear, but this was about want and desire and celebration, and everything else that they were to each other.

Also, very much about kissing. Right. Now.

[bitten_notshy]

Now. Now, now, now, now, now. Jack squirmed and brought a hand up between them, freeing his shirt enough to bare his stomach.

Jack parted his lips against hers, crushing into the kiss as he tried tou feel her with as much of his body as he could.

[icecoldfrost]

If he wanted to feel her, then he shouldn't be wearing a shirt, should he?

Emma purred into the kiss even as she went for her own waistband, tugging her blouse free so she could pull it over her head. Sure, it would require breaking the kiss for a moment, but she was rather sure that Jack would approve once it was gone.

He always did like it when she was wearing color.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed, running his hands over the lace. "And what did you wear to the end of the world, Miss Frost?" he teased, but -- yes. Color was good.

And he was going to try to arc his back enough that he could wiggle free of the shirt.

[icecoldfrost]

"Well, I wasn't going to leave my favorite bra in the house for the Nothing to eat, now was I?" she asked, laughing as she helped pull off his shirt. If she was a little more forceful than usual in throwing it to the other side of the room, well, she wanted it off.

"Wait until you see the matching half," she promised, before attacking him with kisses again.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack didn't want to wait especially long. He was perfectly happy to float with the attack of kisses, in a little bubble of safe and warm and happy and Emma. His hands went up to run over the lace of her brassiere.

This was not the time for talking.

[icecoldfrost]

Not the time for talking at all.

She leaned into his hands in encouragement, kissing him a bit harder; bruised lips would be the least of their trophies for coming out of this alive and whole and safe.

[bitten_notshy]

Alive, whole, safe, loved. What were a few bruises other than the pain that made the rest of it all the sweeter? One of Jack's hands stayed where it was, while the other went around to the back to undo the clasp.

[icecoldfrost]

Spoken Thought like a boy who enjoyed getting nommed on by vampires.

<<Greedy>>, Emma admonished, breaking the kiss long enough to scatter a trail of them over his jaw and up to his ear, mental voice hazy with satisfaction as she arched her back to help him.

[bitten_notshy]

<<Greedy would be asking Ronan to join us>> Jack remonstrated, after the brief moment of surprise that he always had when she switched to her psychic voice.

He licked along her neck and tried to slide the bra past her shoulders.

[icecoldfrost]

Well her mouth was busy! Therefore, telepathy.

<<No. Mine,>> she retorted, sliding her hands up his torso so he could guide her bra the rest of the way off. <<...unless you're asking for Ronan to join us as your birthday present, in which case you can have that later if you're a good boy.>> Emma was going to require a scotch or two beforehand, but it was - possibly - negotiable. <<Mine now.>>

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had completely lost track of the fact it was almost his birthday. He took a surprised instant to do the math in his head -- twenty, he'd be twenty on Wednesday (or 130 if he used objective time)-- and then, well ...

Then Emma's bra was off, and that was far more interesting than what might or might not happen in two days.

<<What do you want for yours?>> he asked, but lazily. as his hands and mouth were busy in other ways.

[icecoldfrost]

...he didn't actually expect her to answer that in a coherent fashion, did he? Because that wasn't going to happen.

Emma gasped and then bit down on her lip to stifle a moan. Just because her room was telepathically shielded didn't mean the people downstairs couldn't hear them if the got too loud.

On second thought...she ran her fingers through his hair, stroking his curls, and whimpered in satisfaction. This? Could she have this for her birthday?

[bitten_notshy]

... no. No, Jack wasn't operating under the delusion he'd get a coherent answer (Nor would he have processed one properly, if he did.). It was more a case of his brain not shutting off.

But as far as he was concerned, she could have this for her birthday and every other day of her life, if she wanted. He bit his lip so he wouldn't moan.

[icecoldfrost]

Well, they both had school - oh god, finals, how was she going to make-up her finals? - and such, so she couldn't have it every day, but Emma didn't care about that. She just wanted Jack Right Now.

More kissing, then, with tongues and teeth and seeing how long they could go without air, and Emma was going to start on his pants.

[bitten_notshy]

Ah. Returning to school. That was ... an interesting question, one that needed to be considered thoroughly when Emma's hands were not unfastening Jack's pants quite so adroitly.

He moved to roll them onto their sides, the better to get at hers as well as their lips stayed pressed firmly together.

[icecoldfrost]

Throwing her leg over Jack's hip was not going to help with pants removal, in fact it only helped to hinder it, but Emma didn't care. It meant she could press closer against him, kiss him a bit harder, and get...creative with her hands in trying to remove their clothes.

[bitten_notshy]

"That's not helping," Jack said, sounding as if he couldn't care less. Also distinctly distracted. Emma was very god with her hands.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma batted her lashes at him angelically. "No?" she asked, which was somewhat undercut by the fact her hands - her very good hands - were very much exploring down his pants at the moment. "Oh. Oops."

She'd go back to ridding the world of his pants in a moment. Right now, she wanted to drive him absolutely mad.

[bitten_notshy]

"No," Jack echoed, but faintly. His hips hitched forward, trying to encourage her to keep at what she was doing, while he slid one hand into her trousers.

Turnabout was fair play, and all.

[icecoldfrost]

"Not fair," she whined, although that didn't stop her cheeks from flushing, nor did she move away. "Cheat - oh."

She somehow managed to wriggle closer without squishing their hands, and shifted so she could nuzzle his neck, occasionally giving in to the temptation to take a little nip even as her hands did their best to tease rather than satisfy.

[bitten_notshy]

"You love when I cheat this way," Jack said, smug and breathless and trying his best to arouse her as thoroughly as she'd managed it for him.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was just going to bite him a bit harder for that, but didn't bother to hide just how worked up she was getting. The next time his hands did something she especially liked, she let her eyes fall shut and Emma tipped her head back and groaned. Loudly.

Someone had decided she didn't care who heard them; she rather break the bed with Jack than be quiet. "You're a horrible horrible boy."

It was fond. Really. And very breathless.

[bitten_notshy]

"Why do we still have any clothes on?" Jack asked, grinning at the complimentary insult as he set a land speed record in divesting himself of the tangle of his trousers and underthings.

His skin glowed red from her bite. He liked that.

[icecoldfrost]

Wait, why was he using words? Where did his hands go? Emma had to blink through her haze for a moment before growling and fumbling with her own buttons. "Because we got distracted and you haven't started fucking me into next week, yet," she retorted, pouting lusciously. "I think you should get on that."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack took considerably less than a second to sort through his haze, consider all possible responses, land on the most appropriate one .. and start trying to do exactly what he'd been asked to do.

Foreplay was a lovely and wonderful thing, but sometimes you had to give a lady what she wanted.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma shrieked loudly with delight as she was tackled on to the bed, which very quickly changed to different sorts of delighted sounds.

They could apologize to the other residents of the house tomorrow. Tonight, they were going to celebrating saving the goddamn multiverse.

[FTB. Use your filthy imaginations, people.]