[She sucks in a breath she doesn't need at the brush of his fingers beneath her bra, and again at the press of his hips. Her fingers clench against his head, reacting to the warm thrill that goes through her stomach. It's been awhile since she was with someone this bold; usually she had to put Danny's hands on her herself.
Maybe next time - if there's a next time - she can take the time to run her eyes and her hands over Amos' chest, his arms, his back. Maybe, once her chest feels less full of fire, she can kiss the marks and the scars she glimpses there, smooth over them with her hands. She'd like that, even if he wouldn't.
For now, though, she just reaches down to pluck at her bra with her own hand, tugging it over where Amos' hand sits. This is already going fast, but she's ready for it to speed up a little more.]
[ Amos doesn't know how not to be bold. He wouldn't even think he's being extremely bold right now - compared to some of the things he's done, this is him being slow. He still looks back when Clara gets her bra off, a smile on his face as he's given the obvious permission, and he drops his head to her breasts, dragging his lips to a nipple, his thumb flicking over the other one.
He doesn't know for sure if she can feel this, if she is getting aroused, but judging by the sounds she's making, she is, and he is getting her blood going, however possible that is. He pulls back, licking at her nipple. ]
[Jesus. He's got a good mouth, the heat of his tongue shooting straight down, settling where her thighs meet. She keeps her grip tight on the back of his head, fingers clenched in his short hair, as though directing him to keep up his attentions. It's strange - even though she doesn't need to breathe, she finds herself starting to anyway, as though her body's forgotten.
After a moment of distracted thought, ] Sit down. [She jerks her head in the direction of the closest mattress - her own, the bunk bed, unfortunately, but she tries to be a polite roommate. And right now, she wants a lap to sit in.]
[ Well, for a dead girl, she's definitely reacting in all the right ways - or at least, ways Amos expects. Which is a good thing, because for once he does want to please someone, and for the sole reason that he enjoys her company.
So when she tells him to sit, Amos, goes, pulling Clara off of the wall, both hands returning to her ass until he's sitting on the bed - small, he notices - and she's straddling him. He tilts his chin up, hand sliding up her back, the other squeezing her ass and pulling her right against him, letting her feel his growing erection. ]
[She presses down on instinct, riding against the faint shape of him through the bulk of their jumpsuits. Jumpsuits that really need to come off, by the way. The sleeves of hers come untied with an easy tug, but she has to rise up onto her knees a little to try to tug it down any farther. She gives a little laugh as her first attempt just winds up with her swaying into him; the second, however, at least reveals most of her regulation briefs. They're practical and white, the fabric thin enough to give a glimpse of dark curls beneath.]
[ This won't do. Even with her jumpsuit slightly down, it's just not enough, and Amos manhandles Clara into standing between his legs, hands pushing down at her jumpsuit until it pools at her feet, allowing her to step out of it. But before she can sit back down, Amos pulls her close, lips at the elastic band of her underwear, fingers curling into it at her hips.
His nose presses into her skin, taking a moment to allow his heart to beat faster, for his body to respond to the feel, smell, taste of hers, and he looks up, licking his lips. ]
[Clara feels a clench of excitement in her stomach, and she's distracted enough that it shows on her face. This stupid man is really messing with her composure.]
Be my guest.
[Not quite sure how he wants this, she makes a snap decision and takes initiative. She pushes his chest back, lowering him down onto the bed; it's just wide enough to fit the top half of his body. Her hand still splayed against him, Clara climbs up to straddle his body, losing her last article of clothing along the way. She doesn't stop at his hips, however. Completely and unabashedly on display, she settles on his chest, knees on either side of his head. Her smile is bold and cocky, but she still gives a polite little, ] This okay?
[Good. What's the point of composure when you're about to see each other naked?
Clara pushes Amos down onto the bed and he goes easily, muscles relaxed as his shoulders hit the thin mattress. She loses her underwear along the way and Amos's eyes just drink her in, all curves and soft skin, more beautiful than most women he's had in his bed in the past.
He grins at Clara, pulling her closer with his hands on her ass, licking his lips again. ]
[And she does, eyes locked as she scoots forward the rest of the way. One hand cards through Amos’ short hair, and the other reaches to rest against his chest. Finally, she eases herself into reach of his mouth.]
[ With the slight smirk still on his face, Amos wraps his hands around Clara's thighs and leans up a little, muscles engaging as his lips meet hers. He opens his mouth, licking between her folds before tilting his chin, sucking at her clit, tongue flicking against it.
His eyes stay fully open, looking up at Clara, drinking in her reactions. Let's see if he can make a girl without a pulse come. ]
[She can’t help but shudder at the first touch, her thighs tensing. He’ll find her warm, wet, wanting; she’d been thinking about it for some time before she texted him, just wondering how it might feel to be grounded like this, to force some feeling into her body.
So far, it feels excell- oh, especially when he does that. The soft moan in her throat and the tiny buck her hips give aren’t for show, though she knows his eyes are on her. She catches his gaze, and smiles down at him. There’s a charmingly wicked glint in her eye.]
[ He wonders if the obvious arousal he can taste on the tip of his tongue is normal, expected, of it's surprising Clara herself that she's feeling it, engaged and willing and wanting. He wonders how much she feels and doesn't feel on a daily basis, how her body works at all. Someone without a pulse should be able to feel this warm, her clit shouldn't be pulsing against his lips.
It's intriguing him, making him push closer, fuck her with his tongue in earnest, fingers digging in her thighs. ]
[Honestly, it is surprising. She knew that she could still feel arousal - she's nothing if not a thorough investigator - but she hadn't anticipated feeling it like this, so hot and aching and overwhelming. With so much of herself missing, she wasn't sure she had the ability to lose anymore of it in sensation.
This is disproving her theory entirely. Her composure is officially gone. She presses down, riding his tongue, and moves her hand back to his head, holding him in place.
It really takes an embarrassingly short time, after that. Her steady litany of stifled moans stutter and quicken, her desperate ruts against his mouth lose their rhythm, until it all finally resolves, her muscles squeezing and pulsing around him, a noise she'll likely be embarrassed about in the morning wrestling it's way out between pants.]
[ Amos feels it all the way to his toes, when she comes. It’s a fast, urgent thing, Clara riding his mouth more than letting him do any of the work, keening and bucking and oh, oh so very far from shy, which is exactly what Amos wanted. It’s almost brutal, the way they move against each other, no desire to take it slow, no need for romance. Amos is an instrument to a goal here and he plays his part, locking up into her, closing his lips around her clit when he feels her tense, sucking hard as her knees close in further.
She comes, and he doesn’t think she could be faking this. He doesn’t think she would want to, anyway, and that’s why he feels it through his whole body, his heart beating hard as adrenaline and endorphins rush through his veins, his cock growing harder still, his jumpsuit now straining against it. He lets her ride him through it, the strokes of his tongue growing lazier as he tastes her at the back of his mouth, something he hasn’t done in a very long time. ]
[When Clara's toes finally uncurl, and she can at last unfold her knees from around his head, she eases slowly off of him, and sprawls sideways onto the rest of the bed. Her legs lie across Amos' stomach, two perpendicular lines, and her eyes take in the ridiculous, thrilling look of his face, all pink and glistening with heat and sex and her. She wants to kiss him. She wants to laugh. Who knew that she could feel this much?
Normally, she'd be winded after an orgasm like that. She'd be sweaty, her hair a mess, her body in need of a quick breather. But there's no drowsy, sated haze in her eyes when she looks back up at Amos. Instead, there's a slightly manic spark, almost a challenge.]
Get this off- [She brushes a finger against his jumpsuit.] -and show me what the rest of you can do, mister.
[ Amos takes in a few deep breaths when Clara moves, feeling almost cold all of a sudden. He licks his lips, enjoying the taste for a moment longer as he feels Clara's eyes on him. It's strange - he knows she should be panting, sweating a little, maybe even falling asleep before he even got to get his own, but she isn't. She looks - like she wants so much more, and Amos grins, a little crooked.
He lifts his hips and pushes his jumpsuit off of him, the fact that he doesn't wear underwear coming in handy right now, making it a fast thing to get naked. He lies here, naked and hard, and hooks a hand under one of Clara's knee. ]
[ Clara asks, and so Amos does, especially since her tone is amused, the look on her face mischievous. Amos has a feeling he's not going to mind whatever she's wanting to do, so he sits, his back against the bunk wall, and raises an eyebrow at her, waiting. ]
[Clara sits up and crawls into his lap with ease, one hand coming to rest on his shoulder. It's a bit more personal than some other positions, a bit less of an anonymous shag, but she wants the closeness, the proximity. She wants to press her chest against his, to feel his heart beating, to really know that she's with someone tonight.
A small, warm hand wraps around the straining length of him, tentative at first, and then bolder, recommitting the shape of a man to her muscle memory. She eases down just enough to press against him, heat against heat, a slow grind, slipping him through her folds once, then twice.]
[ He raises an eyebrow at her question, like it’s as nonsensical as it seems to be to him. He’s hard, he’s gasping when she takes a hold of his dick, he’s gripping onto her hips when she crawls into his lap, presses her chest to his own.
Oh, he’s ready. ]
Oh, I’m ready. [ He says the words out loud, his tone just a little bit derisive, as amused as hers. She must know he is, just teasing him a little longer. It’s another thing that tells him this isn’t anything like what he is used to. Johns didn’t tease and prostitutes only do it if you pay for it, which Amos doesn’t have a habit to do. This is - a real girl, her sex drive not entirely broken down to its component parts. Not like him. ]
[Clara smiles in response, giving a single, breathy laugh, then leans forwards to kiss Amos again, mouth warm and open. While he's distracted, she lifts up on her knees and guides him into her.
It's slow, at first, as she sinks her hips against his, slower than anything else has been tonight. His mouth left her unfurled, dripping, aching to be filled, but she doesn't rush it. She cherishes the push and the stretch, until he's nestled tight inside her.]
[ Amos' hands clench - one against her hip and one into the sheets under him - when Clara moves, sits on him, surrounding him with heat and want. He makes a noise at the back of his throat, a little of a groan, and forces himself not to thrust up, leave it to her to pick the speed she wants.
It feels - she feels good. In a place like this at a time like this, where they have very little for themselves and most of what they're doing is guided by uncertainty, this feels good. Easy. Amos doesn't have to wonder what would Naomi think, what would Holden say, what would Prax advise. This is an easy decision, a little selfish, very much like Amos.
He slides his hand around to Clara's back, holding her to him as he can't help it - he does twitch his hips up a fraction once she's sitting all the way on him, unable to prevent the movement. ]
[Clara feels that tiniest tinge of movement, just a stutter, just the first taste, and sucks a breath in. She knows he's trying to restrain himself; despite all his brawn, all his bravado, he's a gentle lover. Smiling, she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and runs a thumb over his jaw. It lands on his pulse just as her hips ease back up - an inch, at the most - and sink back down, rocking against his abdomen.]
I'm good, [ she says against his stubble. He can move, now, as he likes.]
[ He's not always gentle, but he's adaptable. Clara played her hand fast but it's obvious that she hasn't had anything like this in a while, and that fucking her from behind while pressing her face against the wall is not really on the menu for tonight.
Amos has worn all sorts of faces and masks in the past, especially under such circumstances. He usually finds it easier to pay for sex, because he doesn't have to pretend he has feelings. It might be why this is nice - Clara's definitely not anything like the kind of girls Amos pays for back on Pallas or Ceres, but she also doesn't care if he has feelings for her. Neither of them do.
It makes things... easy.
And so Amos pushes off from the wall a little, slides his hands around Clara's ass, squeezing a little as he moves, pulls her up and lifts his own hips, fucking up into her, slow at first, but moving faster as electricity rushes through his veins. ]
[She bears down into each thrust, body arching against his, trying to feel as much as possible. At the same time, she presses her chest even closer, tangled up tight with him, until she can feel the rise and fall of his panting on her own lungs, imagine that the pounding of his heart is hers coming back to life. It just turns her on even more, fanning the heat in her belly. Even if she can't squeeze out a second orgasm this time, it still feels damn good.
The obvious is true - she hasn't had anything like this in ages, and she doesn't give a damn whether this man sees her as anything more than a casual acquaintance. Sex can be pure, wild fun for her, but this was what she had been needing, this face-to-face closeness, something that she can pretend is passion. This was the craving she needed to get out of her system, the desire to feel real and alive. It could be that she never meets anyone again who loves her, who wants her in every way, but at least right now she feels less lonely.]
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Maybe next time - if there's a next time - she can take the time to run her eyes and her hands over Amos' chest, his arms, his back. Maybe, once her chest feels less full of fire, she can kiss the marks and the scars she glimpses there, smooth over them with her hands. She'd like that, even if he wouldn't.
For now, though, she just reaches down to pluck at her bra with her own hand, tugging it over where Amos' hand sits. This is already going fast, but she's ready for it to speed up a little more.]
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He doesn't know for sure if she can feel this, if she is getting aroused, but judging by the sounds she's making, she is, and he is getting her blood going, however possible that is. He pulls back, licking at her nipple. ]
That how you want it? Against the wall like this?
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After a moment of distracted thought, ] Sit down. [She jerks her head in the direction of the closest mattress - her own, the bunk bed, unfortunately, but she tries to be a polite roommate. And right now, she wants a lap to sit in.]
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So when she tells him to sit, Amos, goes, pulling Clara off of the wall, both hands returning to her ass until he's sitting on the bed - small, he notices - and she's straddling him. He tilts his chin up, hand sliding up her back, the other squeezing her ass and pulling her right against him, letting her feel his growing erection. ]
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His nose presses into her skin, taking a moment to allow his heart to beat faster, for his body to respond to the feel, smell, taste of hers, and he looks up, licking his lips. ]
I wanna go down on you.
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Be my guest.
[Not quite sure how he wants this, she makes a snap decision and takes initiative. She pushes his chest back, lowering him down onto the bed; it's just wide enough to fit the top half of his body. Her hand still splayed against him, Clara climbs up to straddle his body, losing her last article of clothing along the way. She doesn't stop at his hips, however. Completely and unabashedly on display, she settles on his chest, knees on either side of his head. Her smile is bold and cocky, but she still gives a polite little, ] This okay?
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Clara pushes Amos down onto the bed and he goes easily, muscles relaxed as his shoulders hit the thin mattress. She loses her underwear along the way and Amos's eyes just drink her in, all curves and soft skin, more beautiful than most women he's had in his bed in the past.
He grins at Clara, pulling her closer with his hands on her ass, licking his lips again. ]
C'mere.
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Take it away, space man.
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His eyes stay fully open, looking up at Clara, drinking in her reactions. Let's see if he can make a girl without a pulse come. ]
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So far, it feels excell- oh, especially when he does that. The soft moan in her throat and the tiny buck her hips give aren’t for show, though she knows his eyes are on her. She catches his gaze, and smiles down at him. There’s a charmingly wicked glint in her eye.]
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It's intriguing him, making him push closer, fuck her with his tongue in earnest, fingers digging in her thighs. ]
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This is disproving her theory entirely. Her composure is officially gone. She presses down, riding his tongue, and moves her hand back to his head, holding him in place.
It really takes an embarrassingly short time, after that. Her steady litany of stifled moans stutter and quicken, her desperate ruts against his mouth lose their rhythm, until it all finally resolves, her muscles squeezing and pulsing around him, a noise she'll likely be embarrassed about in the morning wrestling it's way out between pants.]
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She comes, and he doesn’t think she could be faking this. He doesn’t think she would want to, anyway, and that’s why he feels it through his whole body, his heart beating hard as adrenaline and endorphins rush through his veins, his cock growing harder still, his jumpsuit now straining against it. He lets her ride him through it, the strokes of his tongue growing lazier as he tastes her at the back of his mouth, something he hasn’t done in a very long time. ]
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Normally, she'd be winded after an orgasm like that. She'd be sweaty, her hair a mess, her body in need of a quick breather. But there's no drowsy, sated haze in her eyes when she looks back up at Amos. Instead, there's a slightly manic spark, almost a challenge.]
Get this off- [She brushes a finger against his jumpsuit.] -and show me what the rest of you can do, mister.
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He lifts his hips and pushes his jumpsuit off of him, the fact that he doesn't wear underwear coming in handy right now, making it a fast thing to get naked. He lies here, naked and hard, and hooks a hand under one of Clara's knee. ]
How d'you want me?
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Sit up.
[It sounds half like an order, and half like a laugh, like a kid suggesting the next carnival ride.]
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A small, warm hand wraps around the straining length of him, tentative at first, and then bolder, recommitting the shape of a man to her muscle memory. She eases down just enough to press against him, heat against heat, a slow grind, slipping him through her folds once, then twice.]
You ready? [ she finally asks.]
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Oh, he’s ready. ]
Oh, I’m ready. [ He says the words out loud, his tone just a little bit derisive, as amused as hers. She must know he is, just teasing him a little longer. It’s another thing that tells him this isn’t anything like what he is used to. Johns didn’t tease and prostitutes only do it if you pay for it, which Amos doesn’t have a habit to do. This is - a real girl, her sex drive not entirely broken down to its component parts. Not like him. ]
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It's slow, at first, as she sinks her hips against his, slower than anything else has been tonight. His mouth left her unfurled, dripping, aching to be filled, but she doesn't rush it. She cherishes the push and the stretch, until he's nestled tight inside her.]
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It feels - she feels good. In a place like this at a time like this, where they have very little for themselves and most of what they're doing is guided by uncertainty, this feels good. Easy. Amos doesn't have to wonder what would Naomi think, what would Holden say, what would Prax advise. This is an easy decision, a little selfish, very much like Amos.
He slides his hand around to Clara's back, holding her to him as he can't help it - he does twitch his hips up a fraction once she's sitting all the way on him, unable to prevent the movement. ]
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I'm good, [ she says against his stubble. He can move, now, as he likes.]
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Amos has worn all sorts of faces and masks in the past, especially under such circumstances. He usually finds it easier to pay for sex, because he doesn't have to pretend he has feelings. It might be why this is nice - Clara's definitely not anything like the kind of girls Amos pays for back on Pallas or Ceres, but she also doesn't care if he has feelings for her. Neither of them do.
It makes things... easy.
And so Amos pushes off from the wall a little, slides his hands around Clara's ass, squeezing a little as he moves, pulls her up and lifts his own hips, fucking up into her, slow at first, but moving faster as electricity rushes through his veins. ]
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The obvious is true - she hasn't had anything like this in ages, and she doesn't give a damn whether this man sees her as anything more than a casual acquaintance. Sex can be pure, wild fun for her, but this was what she had been needing, this face-to-face closeness, something that she can pretend is passion. This was the craving she needed to get out of her system, the desire to feel real and alive. It could be that she never meets anyone again who loves her, who wants her in every way, but at least right now she feels less lonely.]
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