[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.]
[ In every way that Clara might want, Amos obliges - he knows what this entails for him - an orgasm, bone-deep satisfaction, a feeling inside his chest that is only ignited by these endorphins. It dies out quickly, but he knows it's what he can expect, and he knows he can make himself pull back from it just to get Clara where she needs to be, feeling what she needs to feel.
Amos raises his knees as he buries his face in Clara's neck, sure to leave some irritation where his beard has been - will the traces last on Clara or will they disappear, no blood to come to the surface? He isn't sure. It's an intriguing question. He forgets about it as he tips them over, lying Clara down on the bed, taking charge. One of his hands pulls one of her legs to rest around his hip as the other finds its way between their bodies, fingers pressing against her clit like his tongue did earlier, moving in rhythm with his hips. He looks at Clara, leaning down for a kiss, more forceful now, a little less control in it all. ]
[In the morning, she might be embarrassed of the urgent sound that slips out when he touches her, of the hunger with which she kisses back, fingers digging into his back. She might be confused, even, at the fact that a one-night stand with no desire for romance is showing this much dedication to her pleasure. But for the time being, she just holds on and lets Amos take her apart, unabashed and beyond willing.
It doesn't take long, not with her body so starved of touch, and Amos somehow so keyed into just what she needs. She whines into his mouth - mortifying, honestly - as her muscles contract around him, sharper and harder than the first time. Her heels press into the backs of his thighs, surely leaving marks.
[ It might be a one-night stand, but he's tuned in to how different from the sex he usually gets this is. He's not going to go at it with half-measures like he might sometimes in one of Ceres's brothels, and this is easy. This is barely effort, to think about her, to feel her arch against him as she comes again, bringing him suddenly a lot closer himself.
He pulls back a tiny bit as he starts moving in earnest, fucking Clara hard and fast, now, with a view towards a goal. Still, as he gets closer to his own orgasm, he grabs one of her hands and places it on his chest, above his heart. She seemed to want to feel it. ]
[Her palm presses close right over his heart, like she's trying to memorize it, feeling how it falls in and out of line with the rocking of his hips. Even with her own arousal sated and finished, her stomach thrills at the familiar motion, the unmistakable push and pull, the dirty rhythm of human intimacy. It all seems to spell out: In this moment, you are not alone.
She presses her lips to the side of Amos' throat, and holds onto his heartbeat for as long as he'll let her.]
[ There are times where Amos can't stand having hands on him. Where being touched feels wrong, and makes him lash out. And then there are times where he craves it, the intimacy, especially when it's not accompanied by the heaviness of feelings, no pain, no hurt, no nothing. Just pleasure, a connection that is there to last for a moment, and just that.
Amos stays close, one hand over Clara's, the other at her hip, keeping her in place as he thrusts into her, faster and faster, groans getting louder with each of his breaths, heartrate picking up until - until he freezes, muscles tensing as he comes, a gut punch feeling that spreads throughout his limbs, breath caught in his throat for a moment. He lets out another noise, low and from the back of his throat, rolling his hips a couple more times as he comes, probably crushing Clara a little under his weight. ]
[Clara soothes her free hand over his back, into his hair, easing through each jolt and shudder, until he falls still against her chest. One pounding heart, one pair of panting lungs, one sweat-slick body between the two of them. She holds close, trying to share the afterglow, trying to feel everything she can.]
... Jesus, you're heavy. [At least for a few moments. She laughs, and uses the hand over his heart to try to roll them over.]
[ She's given him enough time that he rolls over easily, pulling her on top of him as he does. He'll be on his way soon, but right now, he's going to spend a minute to enjoy the afterglow. ]
[ He can't fall asleep - not here. He gives it a few more moments, allowing his heartrate to get back to normal, allowing his skin to cool a little, before he gently extricates himself from Clara's embrace, sitting up and grabbing his jumpsuit from the floor. ]
[ He pulls his jumpsuit back on, zipping it up before grabbing his shirt and stuffing some of it in his pocket, letting half of it dangle at his side.
He turns back around, leaning over to where Clara is still mostly lying down, and kisses her, long and slow. When he pulls back, he smacks the outside of her thigh lightly. ]
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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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Amos raises his knees as he buries his face in Clara's neck, sure to leave some irritation where his beard has been - will the traces last on Clara or will they disappear, no blood to come to the surface? He isn't sure. It's an intriguing question. He forgets about it as he tips them over, lying Clara down on the bed, taking charge. One of his hands pulls one of her legs to rest around his hip as the other finds its way between their bodies, fingers pressing against her clit like his tongue did earlier, moving in rhythm with his hips. He looks at Clara, leaning down for a kiss, more forceful now, a little less control in it all. ]
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It doesn't take long, not with her body so starved of touch, and Amos somehow so keyed into just what she needs. She whines into his mouth - mortifying, honestly - as her muscles contract around him, sharper and harder than the first time. Her heels press into the backs of his thighs, surely leaving marks.
Damn.]
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He pulls back a tiny bit as he starts moving in earnest, fucking Clara hard and fast, now, with a view towards a goal. Still, as he gets closer to his own orgasm, he grabs one of her hands and places it on his chest, above his heart. She seemed to want to feel it. ]
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She presses her lips to the side of Amos' throat, and holds onto his heartbeat for as long as he'll let her.]
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Amos stays close, one hand over Clara's, the other at her hip, keeping her in place as he thrusts into her, faster and faster, groans getting louder with each of his breaths, heartrate picking up until - until he freezes, muscles tensing as he comes, a gut punch feeling that spreads throughout his limbs, breath caught in his throat for a moment. He lets out another noise, low and from the back of his throat, rolling his hips a couple more times as he comes, probably crushing Clara a little under his weight. ]
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... Jesus, you're heavy. [At least for a few moments. She laughs, and uses the hand over his heart to try to roll them over.]
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Wager I'm what? 2, 3 times your weight?
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Probably. [One hand combs through his damp hair.] I’ll try not to suffocate you.
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[ He can't fall asleep - not here. He gives it a few more moments, allowing his heartrate to get back to normal, allowing his skin to cool a little, before he gently extricates himself from Clara's embrace, sitting up and grabbing his jumpsuit from the floor. ]
I'll get going.
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Don't be a stranger.
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He turns back around, leaning over to where Clara is still mostly lying down, and kisses her, long and slow. When he pulls back, he smacks the outside of her thigh lightly. ]
Won't be. Thanks for the entertainment, Clara.
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You’re very welcome.