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]

<<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.]