Room 35: Tommy

[hey35andholding]

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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[hey35andholding]

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.

[gavin62truck]

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.

[hey35andholding]

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?"

[gavin62truck]

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..."

[hey35andholding]

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.