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]

"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."

[gavin62truck]

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.

[hey35andholding]

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.

[gavin62truck]

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.

[hey35andholding]

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.

[gavin62truck]

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.

[hey35andholding]

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.

[gavin62truck]

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.

[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.