hey35andholding | Room 35: Tommy

And up the stairs they come, to the Dan-blessed door of Clementine's domicile.

That room remains a contradiction. It's filled with paisleys and prints that belong in the distant past - Navajo patterns, psychedelic tie-dye and batiked violets. Yet is somehow neat as a pin, and manages to work as a collective whole. It smells heavily of an ambery incense and the lighting seems to be stuck permanently on a 'cheap highway motel' setting.

"So..." she says, tossing her bag on the rickety table nearest the TV set, "here we are." Bed or sofa? She picks the sofa quickly, lounges upon it alluringly, and arches her chest. "Can I...get you anything?"

Coffee, tea...boob?

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"......Wow."

That's basically all Tommy can say about the decor. Anything else would be superfluous.

He leaves his jacket draped over the back of a chair as she gets comfy on the sofa, and for what it's worth, he totally would've picked the sofa, too.

"I could go for what you've already got right there."

Settling down next to her, he wastes no time leaning bodily against her and snaking an arm around her waist.

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"I designed it myself," she says proudly. Clementine thinks she has an eye for beauty, physical and architectural, though the property doesn't bear these beliefs out.

Her smile is seductive; she leans back against Tommy and enjoys the warmth of his skin. And then Clementine's palm splays itself open across Tommy's upper thigh and starts a slow, teasing stroking motion. "But the bod's all natural."

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It doesn't surprise him that she designed it. After all, this was once the girl who ordered green beer from him while covered in glitter.

Her touch starts to do Things to him (this is so much better without a bar between them) and he begins planting kisses up the side of her neck. His other hand follows the curve of her well-rounded hip up her side and to where it inevitably wants to be, on her all-natural boob.

"Take your hair down," he murmurs in her ear.

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She's a teasy toucher, too. Just barely running her fingers over his thigh and up to his beltline, then skipping up his flank to tease his upper arm. The motions stop when he starts kissing her - it makes her purr and moan, and rub herself against his mouth. She's not surprised when his hand ends up on her breast, though she arches into his touch and moans.

What does surprise her is his request, and it earns him a funny look. "My hair?" Her hair before her tits? She can roll with that. As slowly as humanly possible, she stretches a hand up to the elastic pinning it up and carefully shakes it out, Farrah Fawcett style.

Edited Date: 2012-07-04 04:44 am (UTC)

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What? Tommy has his own quirks. Hair totally matters!

"Yeah, baby," he murmurs through a leering grin, and he resumes kissing her more fervently, teeth grazing her skin just under her ear, while his hand slides her dress strap down over her shoulder.

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The fact that he's interested in other parts of her anatomy beside the Big Four pleases her, actually; it's endearing and makes the entire encounter about more than whamming and bamming.

"I thought..." she lets out a guttural sound of pleasure when he bites her and instinctively squeezes his upper thigh with one hand and the other slides up to lock onto the back of his head. "...You're wearing too much," she points out, squirming to better facilitate the removal of the dress.

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"So're you." He slides the other dress strap down, his rough, calloused palms sweeping over her bared skin. Breathing heatedly into the crook of her neck, he fumbles with his fly and manages to at least get his jeans unzipped before she squeezes his leg again.

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Which is enough to cause Clem to roll her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck. The desire to rub herself against him, to grid her face into his neck, is strong.

The comment causes her to blow a raspberry and reach for the hem of her dress. It's up and over her head in a second; soon it's gracing the floor - and underneath she's wearing nothing but thigh-high stockings and her heels.

Clem leans back and lets Tommy admire her. "Am I worth the wait?" She lets him enjoy the view while he can, for she has plans for what's straining against that open fly.

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...Whoa, she wasn't even wearing a thong or anything. Also, hi, tattoos.

Getting a woman naked is always worth it. The contents of his boxer briefs would agree.

He yanks his t-shirt off and it lands on top of her dress on the floor. Tommy was never the type to make it onto one of those pinup calendars, but he's still a firefighter, wiry and sturdy where it counts. Leaning into her, almost crouching over her, he runs a hand up her thigh and rasps against her mouth, "Worth every second."

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Yep, tattoos everywhere- and he hasn't even seen her back yet. Once she sees him moving to take his shirt off she immediately loses all interest in playing passive and reaches up to give her assistance.

She brings her hand forward, up his thigh, reaching for his fly, the rest of the upper half of her body rising into his descending chest. Her right hand ruffling through his hair once he's settled back on the couch, her lips settling against his, briefly kissing his lips before opening her mouth as an answer. While they lose themselves to the passion of the kiss, she reaches between the teeth of his fly to pull forth his cock. "We'll see, honey," Clem moans when the kiss breaks, wrapping her fingers around his cock and giving it an eager squeeze.

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Her lips taste like brandy and for a moment it's all he can think of, the sweet tang that makes his mouth tingle with a familiar burn. He kisses her deeply, as if wanting to suck every last molecule of flavor from her tongue.

She sticks her hand down his pants and he exhales a sudden groan into her mouth -- she knows what she wants and she's damn well gonna get it.

With her hand around his rapidly hardening cock, he reaches back and shoves both his pants and underwear down over his ass and down to his knees. As he leans in between her thighs, he dips his head and plants open-mouthed kisses on her breast.

He's not going to let the tattoo of the banjo-playing frog distract him. Although it is there. Like, right in his face.

But still. Boobs.

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He tastes like Big Red: cinnamon, spice. A little whisper of fire caresses her tongue as she moans into Tommy's mouth and drags his frame closer with her thighs. When he kisses her that way she simply attacks his mouth, kissing him with a wild ferocity, the hand in his hair accidentally mashing their faces together for a moment.

And then she feels the quiver of his flesh as he grows harder, and a grin spreads across her features. She knows how to treat him - or more specifically, treat his cock; with a gentle but firm grip, her thumb stroking against the ridge, then swiping gently across the tip.

The angle gets awkward when he goes she arches her back and groans softly, arching into his sucking mouth, the hand in his hair yanking him even closer.

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He grunts a breathy "Oh Jeezus" around her nipple as she works at him, expertly coaxing his flesh to full stiffness. Sometimes all it takes is just a few well-placed strokes to get him hard fast -- that, and a naked lady under or on top of him. Yeah, that'll do it.

Kissing her indulgently between her breasts, his floppy fringe of hair sweeps over her bare skin as his mouth moves back up toward her throat. He runs a hand over one of her luscious thighs and squeezes, pressing his hips more firmly against hers, his cock eager to find its mark.

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Clementine's response is a breathless laugh and a good firm squeeze. She loves cock, loves men - and if she can't have a dreamy-eyed, romantic, soul-melting fuck, why not a hot, hard tumble on the couch with a friend?

And all it takes for Clementine to get wet is attention, a kind word, a hot look, neediness, all turn her on just the same.

She reaches down to stroke his balls gently (and carefully - neither of them want him to go off too soon), leaving the entire shaft of his cock to jerk in the open air, with only the tip balanced against her palm, her fingers barely brushing his glans. When Tommy starts rubbing her thighs and they practically fly open in her eagerness, abandoning his cock entirely to spread her labia open. "There," she breathes out, her tone low and husky - and secretly glad the bikini wax she got the day before wouldn't be going to waste.

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Tommy really doesn't do dreamy-eyed and romantic. After a session with him, there's usually a little bruising and sometimes damaged furniture involved.

Her touch continues to draw rasping moans from his throat as he picks his head up, his mouth near her ear. Then she lets go and gives him the all-clear, which he's only to happy to follow through on.

Angling his hips just so, the head of his cock finds its way between her lips, and he exhales a heated groan as he pushes inside her, as deep as he can go. Unable to hold back any longer, he starts thrusting, a firm, hard rhythm that drives her into the couch cushions.

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Clementine can dig bruises. She is, in fact, likely bruising the back of Tommy's head by now. The hand that isn't maintaining a death grip on his hair scrambles over his bare skin, trying to tease and stroke anything she can lay her hands on. It finally finds purchase upon his ass, which is grabbed as hard as she possibly can as Tommy thrusts his cock into her.

And then he's moving, forcing out words and sounds and breathless moans. "Oh shit - yes," she hisses, nails scraping down his neck and all the way down to meet the one pressing into his ass. Her knees come up, thighs locking around his hips as she arches into his thrust, her hips writhing against the couch. Then Clem angles her head, kisses his earlobe and whispers, "so warm and big, baby." It's porn star lingo, she knows it, but it feels right.

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Everything she does -- from her fist clenching in his hair, to her nails raking down his back, to her squeezing his ass -- spurs him on to thrust faster, harder, deeper, with an almost caveman-like intensity that's echoed in his animalistic grunts and pants and growled obscenities.

Whispering those porno sweet nothings does well to stroke his ego, too. He's too busy banging her to be modest.

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Clementine's feral, keening wails are gaining in intensity - Tommy's doing everything right, definitely, and the last thing she wants him to do is stop. Burrowing her face into his neck, she latches on, giving him a penny-sized hickey as a result. Everything seems to be throbbing out of control, and Clem can barely censor what she's thinking or control the erratic pattern of her kisses and caresses she's giving him.

She reacts to the sweet violence of his thrusting by bucking upward into him as hard as she possibly can, then abruptly pulls back from his neck, arches her back and squeezes him with her inner muscles, the pulsation of their bodies combing and dragging her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "Damn!"

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When she squeezes around him it drives an "Oh fffffuck" through his gritted teeth, his hot breath against her ear. With his ecstatic grunts growing louder, he continues to thrust into her, his rhythm becoming erratic but no less forceful, even as every fiber in his body begins to unravel, straining for release. He can feel her coming to the edge, she's so close, and goddammit he will send her right over it.

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"Oh my God!" Clementine reaches up for his shoulders, for some piece of Tommy to grab onto. Her toes thrum against the back of his calves, her free hand scrabbling down his back. Suddenly Clementine freezes, and her torso rises, her eyes squeezing shut as she squeaks, then lets out a husky moan. Then she's contracting and squeezing around him, growing impossibly wetter. She lets an incoherent, garbled moan out and starts coming, deep and hard and totally unexpectedly.

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Growling and barking shouts through clenched teeth, he raises his upper body up onto his hands for more leverage, his hips pounding against hers even as she starts to come. The friction as she squeezes is almost unbearable, making him see stars behind his tightly shut eyelids. His limbs won't hold out much longer--

"C'mon, baby-- yeah, baby-- yeah-- yeah-- YEAH--"

He throws his head back--

"--OH god-- OH god-- FFFFU--"

A choked cry cuts him off as the air leaves his lungs in a rush, his entire body going rigid.

Edited Date: 2012-08-05 03:41 am (UTC)

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Clementine?

She actually purrs when he comes, her hips rolling continuously, enjoying the ecstatic pull of her body against his, the jet of his orgasm. Sex is her favorite drug, better than anything else she's scored, so she absorbs his cries, his bellows, his pounding, adoring it, feelings wanted, and enjoying Tommy's virile attention.

For quite a few more minutes in the floating, she rubs the back of his neck, her eyes closed, immured in ecstasy.

"Next time," she teases kissing his earlobe, "give me time to blow you."

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Yeah, it'll take a few minutes for him to completely come down from this one. Slumping over her, his limbs and joints turning into Jell-O in the afterglow, he exhales a long, hot, throaty sigh into the crook of her neck.

"Oh my god," he groans through an exhausted chuckle as her lips touch his ear. "There'll always be time for blowjobs, baby."

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Clem's voice is still husky, breathless, against Tommy's jaw. Moving still isn't an option. "Good. It's one of my talents," she says. "One of many." She'll just keep holding on until he extricates himself - she's never been good with even the smallest of goodbyes.

Edited (italics fail on my part!) Date: 2012-09-09 09:59 pm (UTC)

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"Mm, I believe you," he murmurs with a languid grin.

Eventually, he raises himself off of her, the air hitting their sweat-damp skin. Slowly sliding back from between her thighs, he flops onto the couch cushions with a satisfied sigh. Leaning his head back, he sweeps his hair out of his eyes and just languidly stares at her naked body for a moment. Cop in Repose?

"Y'know, if you got like, maybe a power bar or something-- I could totally go again..."

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Clem lets out a soft sigh when he moves - she's begun to recuperate a bit, and might just be posing a bit for effect. The hole in her ego craves every bit of praise she can find, and Tommy seems to like what she's

Not quite like the black velvet paintings surrounding her, but still majestic in its own way.

She has to think about it. "I've got a mini-fridge in the kitchenette," She hikes her thumb to the right. "Should be some sandwiches and soda in there." She doesn't cook as a rule.

Edited Date: 2012-09-10 12:41 am (UTC)

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"Sandwiches, even better."

Tommy burns through calories like a furnace, and if he's going to make the most of Clem's time, he'd better refuel.

Pulling up his underwear and pants but not bothering to zip or button up, he crosses the room to inspect the contents of the mini-fridge. His slight crouch inevitably creates the plumber effect.

But at least he'd been told that his ass looked nice in those jeans.

"You want anything?" He grabs a deli-style sandwich in plastic wrap and a can of Coke.

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Clementine had dinner a little earlier, but it may just be time for a snack ~~if you catch her drift~~. Her eyes track his progress across the room, enjoying the way the lights glisten off his hair, the strong, sturdy stride and the way he moves. Even with the whole plumber crack effect, she's enjoying the view.

It's a very nice ass.

"There should be a bag of Chips Ahoy in the cupboard. Bring me some?" She gropes backwards for her cigarettes, grabs one, pops it between her lips and finds a lighter with which to light it.

Edited (strikethrough fail!) Date: 2012-09-10 03:40 am (UTC)

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He snaps open the can of Coke and takes a few gulps. Then finding the bag of cookies, he brings it to her and holds it open so she can dip in and take however many she wants.

"So," he says in between sips of soda, "you're a Steely Dan fan, huh?"

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She plucks out three, sprinkling her cleavage with crumbs in the process. Sitting up, she crosses her legs indian style. "They're my religion," she says between bites.

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"Really. You follow them on tour and everything?"

Casually leaning back against the counter, he unwraps the sandwich and starts wolfing it down (turkey on wheat -- also, he hopes she won't mind mustard-flavored kisses when he's done).

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She gives him a peaceful, dreamy smile. "Three times so far. I'm gonna do it again whenever I have enough time to get away." She keeps crunching down her cookies,alternating them with hits from her cigarette. If he doesn't mind her tasting like chocolate and tobacco, she won't even mention is mustard breath. "What about you, man? Have any obsessions?"

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"That's cool. I don't really have any obsessions, if we're talking music. I mean, sure, I'm a big Beatles fan, the Stones, the Who. Saw the Who back in '89 on their Kids Are Alright tour, and that's probably the last time I'll ever subject myself to a rock concert crowd. It was fun, though." A bite of sandwich, a sip of Coke. "I'm more of a sports nut. Hockey, baseball. Hockey especially. I'm captain of our departmental hockey team, so aside from that, my job, and the shit that's goin' on with my family, that's pretty much the only other thing I have the time or energy to obsess about."

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"Oh my God, they're all amazing," she admits. "The Who!" She turns around, points to the middle of her back. "I had to jam them between Led Zeppelin and Hendrix, but they're on me." She grins. "I'm a basketball girl, but hockey boys are hot....sometime I'd love to come watch you play." And she's not about to spoil the dreamy floatiness she's got going on to ask about the shit going on with his family. "And I have to many little hobbies." She gestures around herself, at the stacks of self-help books, the half-finished knitting projects and the row of plants sitting potted by the windowsill. "They help me take my mind off of shit."

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How he managed to miss the Zeppelin tattoo on her back, he'll never know. A lot more interesting things going on in front of her, probably. But he peers at the array of ink, eyebrows raised. "Not a tattoo guy myself, but that's impressive," he says.

"I'm sure I can get you into a game. Gotta tell you, though, we play against the cops, so my teammates might say that I'm fraternizing with the enemy right now." Or fornicating with the enemy. Whatever. The enemy just happens to be hot, so they can all bite him.

Glancing around at the stuff in her room, he takes another gulp of soda. "Yeah, hobbies are good. I used to have a couple hobbies, but had to give 'em up. Vodka was one of 'em. Whiskey. Brandy. Mmm, tequila was a good one..." He grins and raises his Coke can to her and swallows the last of it.

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It's an easy thing to miss, honestly. Clementine's back is a random melange of odd tattoos; a lot of band names, a lot of names of old boyfriends. The centerpiece is the Led Zepplin logo, with spans her back lengthwise.

"I'm good with pain," she declares, shrugging. "And I like being an object d'arte."

She laughs when he mentions the notion of his friends taunting her. "I went to the fireman's ball last year back in Reno. Let's just say I figured out a way to make them stop hating me." She did quarter shots with them until they passed out, actually. "I'm a peacemaker, baby!"

And when Tommy confesses his old hobby, she does wince. "Sounds like a few of mine." At least she doesn't get trashed every night, like she did back when she was alone in Atlantic City.

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Object d'arte is an interesting way of putting it, but okay. He can probably catch up on some reading if she lets him do her from behind.

"Well, you have your work cut out for you if you're gonna be the bridge between the FDNY and the NYPD, but you might have fun with that, anyways."

(It's not an urban legend that NYC cops and firefighters are attractive. All of them are. ALL of them. Okay, most. Okay, a good percentage of them.)

Finishing off his sandwich, he brushes crumbs from his hands and ambles back over to the couch. He sits down next to her, one arm laid across the back of the couch behind her.

"I'm in A.A. but I cheat a little sometimes. Cheated tonight, actually. When we kissed, I could still taste the brandy on your tongue."

He eyes her lips intently, and reaches over to swipe a few cookie crumbs from the corner of her mouth with the pad of his thumb, his touch lingering longer than necessary.

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All he has to do is ask, and he'll have reading material for as long as he can last.

"At one point, I was an actual bridge between them," she replies. "That was fun." She respects him enough to draw the line - she definitely wouldn't do that to him.

She automatically leans into his side and rests her head on his shoulder. "If you're drunk on anything," she says, "it's the beauty of us."

Which is cheesy - and she knows this is just - but they are kind of awesome. There's definite Nuzzling going on in response, and her tongue brushes the tip of his thumb more than once as it passes by.

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He gapes a little at the actual bridge thing, wondering if she means what he thinks she means, but then he just shuts his mouth because yeah, probably. And in any case, she's pressing up against his side and so forget everything else that doesn't pertain to them right now. Her cheesy line makes him smirk, but she does feel nice when she leans into him with all of her warm, ample curves.

"We do rock, don't we?" he murmurs in agreement as his thumb sweeps over her deliciously plump bottom lip, while his other hand slides down her back to rest on her deliciously plump bottom.

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It is, Tommy. But he probably doesn't wanna know about it now, with her reaching for him this way, trying to pull her closer just like this. "Mmm..." She kisses the thumb caressing her lips. "Better than most." She rests her palm against his upper thigh, lightly teasing his flesh, trying to stir up a few goosebumps.

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Any chick's hands that go anywhere near his crotch is bound to stir up more than just a few goosebumps. He's really easy that way.

Cupping her cheek (the one on her face) he leans in to kiss her top lip, then her lower lip, lingering there as his thumb brushes over her skin.

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So is she...minus the chick part ~~most of the time.~~ She nuzzles back against his lips, goosebumps of her own sprouting up on her forearms. "Nice," she mutters against his touch.

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Tommy doesn't have to be a Neanderthal all the time. He can be nice, and sweet, and gentle, right up until the part where he holds her down and bangs her brains out, but there's always time for that.

And now? He's pulling Clem onto his lap, because he wants her there.

Edited Date: 2012-11-19 09:36 am (UTC)

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And part of Clem really likes sweet, gentle Tommy.

But she'll never admit it straight out, because the holding down and banging hard part's so much fun.

She lets out an involuntary purr at the closeness, wrapping her arms around his neck as she comes closer. The position makes her remember something, twinges a memory in the depth of her being.

Clem only hopes she won't manage to dig it out, not while she's this comfortable.

"So," she wonders, "how do you feel about seconds?"

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Her soft, warm curves press against him, and he wraps his long arms around her, his roving hands caressing every part of her body that he can reach. She smells like cookies and brandy and cigarettes. And right now, she's all his, and he's all hers.

"Seconds?" He grins, his gaze flicking from her eyes to her mouth and back up again. "I'm already thinking about thirds..."

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And she's purring already. Just the idea of thirds has her grinning, just the touch of his body and the masculine-animal scent of his skin. It might not mean forever, but she's willing to squeeze every second out of this moment because it makes her feel so damn alive. "You're so on, baby," she growls, and bites his bottom lip before leaning into a kiss.