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hey35andholding) wrote2012-07-03 02:30 am
hey35andholding) wrote2012-07-03 02:30 am
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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?
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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"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.
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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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"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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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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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.
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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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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.
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"So," he says in between sips of soda, "you're a Steely Dan fan, huh?"
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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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"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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"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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"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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"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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"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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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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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.no subject
And now? He's pulling Clem onto his lap, because he wants her there.
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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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"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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