Know When to Fold 'Em (Closed for Obuzeti)

[Obuzeti]

Jonah wakes up in the morning to red hair that covers his chest and tickles his nose. Kara's sprawled over him and the couch both, and he nuzzles down into her hair, in that warm place between sleep and awareness where nothing moves and nothing is sharp. His lips wander from her brow down to her nose, muzzily laying kisses as he goes, and then over her eyelids, too.

It's a good morning, he knows.

Rather than wake Kara directly, he links his fingers with hers, and waits for her to come to consciousness on her own as his thumb drifts over her knuckles.

They're supposed to leave again today, head out to deal with House, and he's not eager to get back to it.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara never startles, never reacts badly out of sleep-no, she wakes up when she's good and ready almost every time-and Jonah lets her get away with it.

Today's no different. A trail of gentle kisses tempt her out of sleep, and Kara's eyes close a little tighter, the courier arching her back and stretching her legs out with a bit of a wordless, drawn little noise, a near purr beneath that- fingers tightening through his. Then the courier flops back into him, a lazy near boneless thing.

She opens one Caribbean blue eye, then the second-and smiles at him sleepily, a little silly.

"Well, hi." She murmurs warmly, a fluff of that sweet but spice smelling red hair falling over one eye. She puffs it mostly back out of the way, eyes still on his face, a sleepy study.

Kara always seems unfailingly pleased to wake up and find Jonah there. She takes in his relaxed continence and sort of...creeps up a little, like she needs a closer look. She's caught between his body and the back of the couch, turned into and partially on top of him. Kara's other hand snakes up, fingertips brushing that side of his face.

"...yer the prettiest, rugged-y-est man I've ever seen." She decides after her brief study, lips curving into a slightly wider, quirked smile. "Anybody ever tell you that?"

 

[Obuzeti]

"Kara," Jonah greets, quiet and grave in his considerations of her own face. Her body is warm atop of his, curvy and breathtaking in its softness, and his blood lazily stirs in his veins, making him barely rock his hips up against Kara's on instinct beneath consciousness. "Can't say I often got compliments before you, no."

He's growing hard, but oddly enough lacks the coherent will to do anything about it - Jonah's content to lay kisses on her upturned face, sprinkled over her pouty lips, each delicate and soft, sparking nerves by their briefness. He still wants Kara, of course, but it's secondary to making her know that he loves her, complete and without question.

He doesn't know what's funny, but his mouth keeps curving like he's heard the best joke, and his heart is light.

"I feel better," Jonah admits. "Nothing's hurting."

He shifts Kara a little to pull up one side of his undershirt. The skin underneath is smooth and flesh-toned rather than bruised, the flat cylinder of a man who doesn't care for dieting or cutting water weight. The bones have mended too thanks to the wizardry of stimpaks, though he'll still be careful with himself for a couple days. "Looks good."

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"No?" He'd been so -secret-. And then, just a bit of peeling; and he'd suddenly been adorable. She remembers the feeling of triumph at the fireside, the simple pleasure in just his smile. Unexpectedly, absolutely, adorable.

He's adorable now.

Kara interrupts one of the gentle kisses with a firmer press of her own, warm and happy and in love. She doesn't get bored. She'd never get bored. Not of Jonah. Never of Jonah.

The idea is dizzying in both its truth and its fierceness.

"I'm glad you feel better. I don't like when you hurt." Kara tells him, blue eyes shifting between each of his green ones in turn before he shifts her to the side a little. He lifts to either check or show her the results of a crap ton of medicine, bit of time, and some rest.

Kara's hand moves to the skin that'd been so discolored a mere two days before-first in dark blues and purples, then yellowish greens. Blooming flowers, but in reverse.

It'd been awful.

And now it's not. Her fingers trail over the exposed skin and slip beneath the lifted fabric, slide further along the solid wall of his chest. Kara uses it to sit up before she rolls to be upright and on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. Black, slinky nylon for one slightly flexing thigh, and the blue ribbon tied around the other.

"Yeah." Kara agrees, a smirk quirking her lips and a trace of mirthful mischief dancing in her eyes as she pretends to check his other side, too. Second hand joining the first in running over his chest. "I'd say you do."

 

[Obuzeti]

Kara's fingers on his chest is slow fire in his veins; spreading out through the sleepy numbness to replace it with burgeoning heat. She's moving from sleepy touches to deliberate caresses, and the promise that is Kara's hips atop his does a hell of a lot to wake him up. Jonah's hands settle firmly around her waist, the one by her bare thigh irresistibly drawn up that pale skin to the ribbon tied there.

He breathes in, and his chest inflates without pain as he fills his lungs all the way, and then lets it out - coincidentally pressing the thick muscle of his chest against Kara's fingers, as her other hand pushes the other half of his shirt up, leaving it bunched around his shoulders.

Jonah just looks at her for a long moment, that slow and serpentine smile crooking one corner of his mouth, and then he arches his back and with a slight flex and a pull of the hand not tied up in her ribbon, draws the shirt off entirely, casting it aside. It wasn't serving much purpose at the moment anyways, and it gives him an excuse to slide his hips up and against Kara's again. "Better?" he asks, arch, as he settles into place under Kara, content to let her play her game for the moment until she manages to whet his appetite enough. "Or do you need a more detailed survey?"

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Jonah draws the shirt completely off, lifts her with him in the brief flex and rise of his hips, the arch of his back. His courier visibly checks him out in a slow sweep, from his shoulders to the trail of dark curls that disappear beneath his belt. Blue eyes flick up again and Kara offers up a suggestive, crass waggling of her eyebrows.

It’s a little silly, but that’s probably why she does it. All of Kara’s ‘seductions’ are mostly kind of silly. Utterly without shame and ridiculously confident, she just follows each impulse as it arises-usually to good results. Her fingers smooth over his shoulder while the other runs her thumb just beneath his bottom lip, follows the curve of that quirked smile.

She draws back and decides that yes, that’s exactly what she needs, thank you very much.

Adopting a ‘serious’ guise as she straightens up-a completely on purpose little grind against him-Kara reaches for the lapels of the denim vest, drawing it off like one might a labcoat.

“Doctor Kara, on the case-” She says gravely as she tosses the vest over the back of the couch, that stolen BoS flag. She cuts him a sideways glance. “Also five star certified. Turns out chef school’s really expanded in recent years-who knew?”

She’s just in the tanktop now, slim waist to curved hip more apparent in one direction, and the matching swell of her ribcage and soft chest in the other. Kara’s a petite woman, but she’s no boy.

“So!” Proclaims five star Doctor Chef Kara, fingers counting ribs along his right side. “Everything intact? Not missin’ any bones?”

 

[Obuzeti]

Kara's hands on him make his eyes flutter; one on his face, the other on his shoulder, smoothing over skin that prickles at her touch and feels cold without it. He's let no one else touch him like this. No one else ever will, either.

"Well, I suppose that in either case your job is to cure the meat," Jonah muses with a completely straight face - that fractures when Kara trails over his ribs, unconsciously twisting away with a little fluttery inhalation that is not pain. He doesn't comment and lays still as soon as her fingers trail past. "Everything looks intact. I think I'd know if I was missing any bones, at least."

His crooked grin turns a touch dirty for a moment as Kara grinds down on him. His erection is now rock hard in his pants, and if Kara is taking off clothes, good times await. "Oh wait. Found one more."

It's a stupid, silly joke, and he can't help his chest bouncing in silent laughter as he runs his hands up under the rim of his partner's tank top in response, touching the warm, bare skin of her waist between his big hands. There's a quiet fire lighting behind Jonah's eyes, but he doesn't toss her down just yet; he's letting her play too.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"Well, I suppose that in either case your job is to cure the meat,"

Kara’s ‘serious’ expression breaks as she has to catch a laugh in her throat, briefly unsure if he caught or meant or even imagined innuendo to that sentence. She tries to recapture serious Doctor Kara, but can’t repress the mischievous warmth as she pretends to ‘count’ up along his arm and shoulder, free hand drawing down his chest, over her thigh and his arm-and touches back as if counting his thigh bone.

"Everything looks intact. I think I'd know if I was missing any bones, at least."

“Nope, gotta be a certified doctor chef.”

”Oh wait. Found one more.”

Kara laughs. That delighted, silvery little laugh of almost gleeful surprise whenever he for sure makes a dirty joke, warm appreciation and grin following. She gives up any illusion of seriousness and swoops forward to pepper kisses over that shaking chest, then his collar bone, his shoulder, his neck, his jaw, cheekbone, nose-lips!

There, Kara stays. It’s one of those searing kisses of hers, the switch thrown from the silly to the passionately intent-she flicks her tongue over his lips and deepens the kiss if he lets her, knees tightening a little on either side of his waist. Her fingers are spread over the thick wall of muscle protecting his thrumming heart, other hand pressed into the pillow just past his head, supporting herself in that lean down over him.

She pulls back with a near nip to his bottom a lip, weight back in the cradle of his hips-as she yanks the tanktop up and over her head, a snapshot image of the tops of her hip bones, the soft pale skin over her taut stomach, and the plush softness of her chest-more cleavage with her arms up like that-in that bandeau lacy bra, black to no doubt match the half tights-and probably her underwear beneath the shorts.

The only thing Kara ever actually bothers to match are the things no one but him ever gets to see.

 

[Obuzeti]

Kara's fingers and lips dance over Jonah's chest and neck, and he can't help but laugh, skin trembling under her touch, until she comes up and catches him in a deeper kiss. One of his large hands catches firm over her rear, anchoring her against him, and the other rises warm on her back, until she pulls the shirt off over her head. Pale expanses of flesh come out, and he can't help but marvel at it again, his palm sweeping down and around Kara's belly to her side.

"C'mere," Jonah murmurs, and tugs Kara back down by a wrist lightly, his other hand clipping the lacy bra loose behind her with a bit of fumbling. Her curvy, soft form atop him is amazing, her hips swiveling and rocking against his, but he's a man of dangerous appetites and he's about done sitting back. "Kara."

He doesn't know why he says her name, other than to have it on his lips. He replaces them with her mouth instead.

The bigger man shifts under her and sits up, leaving them chest to chest, his hips under hers and his legs folded under their weight. Jonah never really divides from her lips as he does so, though he has to about physically lift her hips up in one hand to do it - though he'll never complain about having a handful of Kara's derriere.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Away goes the tank top, and she’d no sooner shed it than the big man was drawing her back down to steal away yet another layer of the clothing that separates them-and away it goes too. He’s warm against her bare and sensitive skin, rough where she’s soft-and it’s easy to forget to tease him when he’s looking at her like that.

She likes when he says her name, how he says it-and she meets that kiss with the same searing passion as moments before, now matched by his steadily rising determination, focus. That's not entirely how she had intended this to go, but-

He shifts and sits up so damned easily, keeps her close mostly through strength alone-though she helps, ankles crossing behind him somewhere, her arms around his neck. She has to break the kiss to breathe, presses smaller ones along his jaw in near apology, fingers threading through and over his short dark hair.

“I’m tired, aren’t you tired?” She inquires a little breathlessly; chest to chest they can’t possibly get any closer, but Kara seemingly tries to anyway, that subconscious little shift of her hips, a tightening of her arms and legs around him.

“Doctoring’s hard work.”

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah hums, eyes dark as they watch Kara. He's not looking away anymore, fixated on her flushed face and glittering eyes. "No. We're going to bed anyways."

He lifts Kara up one-handed, her body wound tight around his, and carries her there, her bum parked squarely in his hand, stealing kisses on her all the while, just little pecks spread across her cheekbones and smiling lips. When Jonah's knees bump against the bed, he sets her down atop it and trails his mouth down her neck, over her collarbone, flicking his tongue against the pink caps of her nipples, then over her navel. All this time his hands work below, busy at the buttons of her shorts. They come undone and he pulls down on them, casting them aside as he moves to kiss the outside of Kara's thigh.

"Waiting's overrated," Jonah grumbles as he rolls aside, unfastening his own pants and fumbling with them too, his thick erection slapping against the waistband of his underwear as he struggles out of his clothing too. It's a momentary and hilarious beat taken out of the hot rhythm they'd been building.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara laughs as he trails his lips along her neck and collarbone, starts to sit up to maybe pull away and figure how to continue to tease him-when he just whips her shorts down and away, having undid them without her even noticing.

"What, you didn’t care to make use of the pool table?" Kara’s verbal flippancy doesn’t quite mesh with her physical tells-she’s got that rosy pink blush and some of the rabbit like stillness to her diminutive form; her pert breasts rise and fall as her breath quickens, shallows.

The ‘half a pair of tights’ turns out to be a very tall stocking, one held in place by what looked to be a specially made strip of lace clasped together behind her much like the brassiere had been. It was essentially a garter belt, one currently a little lopsided given it was holding only one stocking in place-it was slanted from the top of one hip to the widest bit of curve in the other, reminiscent of a gun belt or a beauty contestant sash-maybe both. The shear lace was mostly wasted against the black underwear, but where it was higher up on her hip-well, the swirled design looked nice against that pale skin.

On the bare skin of her other leg, only the blue ribbon remained to ‘keep her chaste’, now.

Jonah rolls over to start on his own pants-and Kara takes advantage of his hands being busy almost as if she’d planned it; jumping right back on her teasing, light little kisses to his chest and stomach. Kara’s left hand flattens against his chest as if to hold him down-something that makes her laugh a little considering their respective sizes.

Her RIGHT one however-well, that darts down his loosened pants before he can even start to shuck them off, half helping, half hindering-fingers sliding down over the slight hollow of his hip and spreading outward on his muscular thigh as she kisses along after it, an incidental brush of red hair to the head of him as her lips trail over the same hollow to his hip.

She hadn’t been done playing, and her size made things VERY inconvenient, as it wasn’t like she could dig her heels in somewhere, or resist being toted around. Come to think of it, she hadn’t done any resisting at all-but nevermind that! She’s a crafty, sneaky, slinky thing, and she had PLENTY of other weapons at her disposal!

Well, maybe-she’d paid thirty caps AND her bottle of booze, but Dazzle, Ruby, and whatever the other whore’s name was never did give her any tips OR read her palm. She should ask for a refund.

Kara’s right hand curves to the inside of his thigh as she leans over both it and his groin to kiss along the top of his other leg, working her way back up his body now-left hand trailing almost absently down to his erection where he’d already be feeling the heat from her chest, the occasional brush of that softer than soft skin.

Kara had been on her knees and bent over him, but now she settles back on her calves, expression almost considering, curious. Both knees-the nylon sheathed and the bare one- are just barely touching his hip, vivid blue eyes flashing a glance to his face.

Curiosity, sure-but also mischief. The courier was trouble-everyone knew that. They just hadn't been privy to how much trouble, and the smirk curving her lips was definitely trouble.

"Ain't bein' patient a virtue, and all?"

 

[Obuzeti]

"Rug burns are bad enough without felt involved," Jonah points out, though there is an earthy rumble to his voice now. Kara's mouth and hands on his skin keep distracting him, and then her fingers tangle with his over the snap of his pants, and there's about ten seconds where he forgets what he's doing, instead caught up in the heat of her skin. Then they're down around his thighs, and Kara just sort of floats on by over it, the brush of hair and breast on the head of his shaft brain-numbing. His breath grows husky, and it's only when she draws back and settles that he finally manages to shuck the rest of his clothes.

Then he turns to focus on Kara, and his gaze is dark and heavy as it flicks over the heaving curves of her breasts, her taut belly, and back up to her face.

"Yes," he says, "But hesitation is for weak men. When I desire something - I move to claim it."

Jonah stands. His erection bobs, waist high, as he steps in front of Kara, but he pays it no mind; he turns Kara's chin up with two fingers to match his viper's stare, as he stares down at her, down the length of her body and her sinful curves, hungry and certain. Then he pulls up a little more, lifting Kara up to her knees on the bed in front of him, as his other hand comes around and slides down the column of her throat, groping a firm breast and tweaking a nipple en route, and then dipping down past her navel to rub between her legs with two fingers.

He isn't blinking. His eyes lock with hers. "Stay."

The word is absolute and issued with a subterranean growl.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"Yes, but hesitation is for weak men. When I desire something - I move to claim it."

Jonah rumbles in a voice that, were she touching him, Kara knew she’d feel reverberating deep in his chest somewhere-and stands up!

“Hey-!” Kara almost moves to stand up on the bed in turn, pull some other shenanigan-but then she’s too distracted to remember what her plan was, if there’d even been one in the first place. Had she been playing a game still? Or just trying to wind him up, poke at the tiger? Either way, the courier’s smirk was gone-‘winging it’ never quite held up in the face of the man’s zeroed in, predator-like focus.

He’s got the whole of her normally flighty attention now; that rosy color spreading even further as she rises with his hand, blue eyed gaze locked in his green one. The fingers of her left hand raise to touch lightly at his forearm-but he’s running his other hand down over her throat and chest and navel-and then between her thighs, pressing against her already dampened panties and tingling skin.

”Stay.”

The idea of moving hadn’t occurred anywhere in her head, and now it definitely doesn’t, in the same way you didn't run from Matilda's-you'd just get ate right up if you did. No, Kara’s too caught up in that razor sharp gaze, electrified by his subterranean growl and rigidly pinned in place as if she’d been staked there.

Holy shit. Holy shit, maybe she’d gone and wound him up too tight.

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah waits until he's certain that Kara is going to follow his instruction, then he stands to kneel, working his way down her body. As he bends, his lips come forward to brush along Kara's, and then trace down and along her neck and collarbone - pausing for a long moment as he pays homage to each generous breast, drawing each rosy nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue while his hand mauls the opposite possessively. Only once each is stiff and slick with his saliva does he continue down, painting a trail with his tongue down her navel and to her panties, which he jerks down around her knees - and leaves there. His mouth seals over the peak of her sex, and then that flexible tongue of his once more trails over a different set of lips, down than up, running the rim of her sex. All the while, his hands clutch on her, one on her shoulder to hold Kara in place, and the other firm on her derriere and thigh, spreading her wide for his attentions.

When Jonah's lips are slick with Kara's arousal, he draws back, cleaning them with a brief and final flick of his tongue. His eyes gleam that distant and icy green, and then he simply leans back and pulls her with him - bearing her up over one shoulder entirely - and then flicks her soaked panties down her knees and away. He turns and plants a kiss on one healthy cheek next to his face, and then lays her out again on the bed, the mattress springing under her weight.

His eyes take in her full, naked form, and his cock pulses under the thunder of his bloodstream.

Then he simply throws himself onto the bed beside Kara instead of at her, and this time she really does bounce, the ripple through the mattress briefly launching her. His laughter is a low rumble in his throat.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara steals a quick kiss when he comes in close like that, but he doesn’t linger-just continues to trail downwards, her skin tingling in the wake of his lips and her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth.

“Oh-” It’s an intense sensation, that pull on her breast-like something’s been tugged on somewhere, a jumpstart of feeling that sparks from there to something just behind her navel before spiraling to the heat between her legs.

It’s intense enough Kara nearly moves away were it not for the earlier instruction, and the warm, rough skin of his palm on the opposite breast. The air’s cold where he’d been, and she pants a little through her parted lips, soft belly fluttering as he passes over it. A bit of trepidation creeps up along her spine when he passes over her navel-and keeps on going. Uh oh-Kara’s hands find his shoulders nearly the same moment he jerks her underwear down, and-!

No recognizable words to Kara’s sharp, feminine vocalization, just a jerk of her hips and a tightening of her fingers on his shoulders, a for sure attempt to lean away-a bid that fails in his grip. Not much sense to any of the other keening utterances either, but her toned thighs were tense and then a tell tale tremble before he pulls away, leaving her breathless and a little dizzied, dazed.

He hauls her up over his shoulder and Kara half snaps out of it to protest-only to be dropped back on her ass in nothing but the stocking and the blue ribbon on her legs, the bow half undone by this point. He looks at her-and then jumps on the bed next to her, launching her up a good foot and a half before she bounces back down, wide eyed-before he laughs, and Kara adopts a scowl. The bridge of her nose crinkles up, her lips press together in a pursed pout, and her brow draws down-the effects of which were all ruined when paired with her laughing, mirthful blue eyes. She props herself up on one elbow and harmlessly swats at his shoulder, a bounce through her perky chest at the movement.

“You-you tease!” The accusation from Kara of all people was hilariously hypocritical-but not entirely off base, either. She’s out of breath and more than a little hot in the face, sitting up straight and crossing her arms beneath her chest. “You had me fooled into thinking I’d wound you up too tight!”

The smile breaks through though, and she gives a jerk of her thumb off the edge of the bed, sliding that way. “Okay, now I get to throw YOU up over MY shoulder, and toss ya down on the bed! C’mon c’mon, only fair!”

 

[Obuzeti]

"I trust you more now," Jonah says, simple and naked in his honesty, as well as his flesh. "I can joke without feeling like a fucking idiot."

He snags Kara's fingers as she starts to slide away, pulling her up to his chest instead, her belly pleasantly rubbing against his shaft in the process. One of those big, broad arms wraps around her for a moment as he dips in for another dizzying kiss, and then he just - holds her, for a moment.

"Do you like what I'm doing?" he says, and there's a glimmer of humor in his eyes. "When I pin you down and fuck you? I'm serious for a moment here, we don't really talk after we get in the mood. I fuck you hard, and we're too busy catching our breath after to give performance reviews."

The hand not looped around her shoulders comes up, lazily brushing a thumb along the underside of her breast as he cups it, the pert tip pressed against his chest; all between them is naked heat, down to his length, still throbbing where it presses against her. For all that though, Jonah is staring at her, Kara, unable to look away from her eyes. The body is there, and it's perfect, but the glittering soul within is always laughing somewhere behind her eyes, and that's what captivates him. Everything else is just a physical reflection of that internal joy.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"I can joke without feeling like a fucking idiot."

That throws Kara off, vividly colored eyes flicking to him before he pulls her back over-something she not only does nothing to resist, but once she’s there-tucks her free hand just under the side of his body and sort of-hugs him with that shortened arm and her opposite shoulder, almost.

It’s an odd time to maybe be talking, but it doesn’t stop her. He’s hard against her stomach and she’s still thrumming on all the heat they’d built up, catching her breath a little-but the naked honesty in his statement had shot past all of that and struck for her heart-and Jonah, always Jonah, comes before anything and everything else.

“I’d never think that-I like it when you joke.” Kara says in that softer, quieter voice she uses sometimes, the one that never lies, never boasts, never grandstands or obscures.

It’s-well, other than the general amusement that would have arisen anyway-it’s that he felt like he could joke. That he was safe, that he could be silly, and she wasn’t going to judge for it, for anything. He’d been so pent up and locked down for so long-Kara still remembers the first time she brought him here, how tightly wound he’d been and that brief and scary minute she thought he might snap and strangle her or something-and how he STILL wouldn’t be any goddamned better for it, any more at peace.

She’d seen his heart, and all she’d wanted to do was protect it. Even if it hadn’t ended up being hers, she could have never hurt him. Not Jonah. And after learning what she had that second trip down, after he’d thrown his lot in with hers-well.

“You can be whatever you want, with me.” She assures, tracing her fingers over his face, light and careful where she thinks he’s going to scar. When he kisses her next, her mouth was soft. She runs fingertips over the edge of his ear, then smooths the dark hair over it-a calmer exhale, a near sigh-and then a smile for him.

”Do you like what I’m doing?”

A blink. Wait, what?

”When I pin you down and fuck you?”

It’s a switch flip even for her, and Kara almost thinks he’s making fun of her. But he wouldn’t, and maybe didn’t even know enough about it that he COULD possibly poke fun-she doesn’t know. She moves to straighten up but his arm is warm and strong behind her shoulders, leaving them face to face and body to body, a stronger brush of color over her cheeks. For all the crass jokes she makes up and down the Mojave, all her strutting around, all she’d learned on the trip west and with the raiders-Kara’s briefly tongue tied, and then she laughs, because-what the hell, it shouldn’t matter to talk about-she-he-

“Don’t you like it?” Kara laughs, almost but not quite falling back on her utter and complete confidence-but that’s mostly confidence in self-how she looks, what she does to men-and some women!-she could have had anybody anywhere, thank you very much-and just to prove it, she’d up and stolen TWO conquests in two seperate, hilarious instances.

Which had never been what Jonah was, but still. That was thing-that was what made him so damned attractive, so different. She can’t get away with pushing him back and taking control. Not really, and that was-well, somebody was bound to stand up to her at some point, right? There’s the intimacy, sometimes, sure-and they could NEVER have sex, and she’d still be here, she’d still love him, it wouldn’t matter-but all that heat and friction didn’t entirely have much to do with that.

Or maybe it does? She doesn’t know. She wouldn’t let someone else touch her like that, that was for sure.

She’s busy looking over the shapes she can imagine in the rumpled sheets beneath his shoulder, fingers fidgeting. “I mean-”

She’s not sure what she means, and she’s the more experienced party, isn’t she? She totally is. It’s just, he surprised her sometimes, all he just-did. Knew how to do.

“I mean, can’t...can’t you tell?” Her slightly widened eyes snap back, inescapable Carribean blue spotlights. How he's looking at her right now, even with her boobs mooshed against his chest and his dick pressed between them-looking at her like she's the best thing since canned bread. Kara's lips curve and her eyes narrow a fraction as she looms a little closer.

“I wouldn’t put up with stuff I didn’t wanna do, not even for you.” And she bopped his nose with her index finger.

 

[Obuzeti]

"I do," Jonah replies with a smirk. He doesn't even try to hide it, the self-satisfied smugness of a man who's made a woman scream out his name. His warm breath tickles at Kara's collarbone, and his heart is a steady low thrum against her breasts, beating deep and quick in his chest. "But I wanted you to know - you've got a choice. You're not a fuck buddy. You're it for me, far as love and sex and happiness goes. If I can do something to make you happy, tell me. If it makes you squeal and squirm, let me know. If you think I'll look good in a suit -"

Jonah shrugs. "Well, you're wrong, but we'll get some suits to ruin. You're not just along for the ride, is what I'm saying."

Her finger he watches bounce off his nose with a midge of irritation, then he slides one foot between Kara's calves and hikes his knee up between them, spreading her legs vertically as they lay side by side. Jonah leans in and brushes his lips against Kara's as his fingers slide down to between her legs, gently rubbing her lower lips as his shaft bobs against her tender flesh, pulsing and ready. Clear fluid beads at the tip.

"The sex is great," Jonah says, candid, his other hand cupping Kara's chin as he locks gazes with her. "I like fucking you. I like bending you over every object I can find. But I want to hear from you too. Let me know what you want."

A little of that lazy satisfaction comes back into the curl of Jonah's mouth, and he leans forward, resting his forehead against Kara's so that their noses brush. "Because God knows, I love giving it to you."

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Of course she's got a choice. Life's all about choices, and she's had nothing but choices ever since she up and decided to make her own way. That's what made this so special, so careful-they'd ventured into the soft together, neither ignorant nor uncaring about the risks.

Trust. They had each other's trust. That he had known better than to ever think she'd bail on him, despite...well. It's not like she's ever been known for dependability.

She doesn't entirely know what to do when he offers up the moon. He'd already given life some meaning despite The Joke, even if it'd also given her something to -lose-. Kara doesn't care. He loved her, and wherever they were when they tucked in for the night-she was home.

He slips his leg between both of hers and leans in to brush a kiss over her lips-fingers dipping low again. He's giving her mild whiplash and Kara idly wonders if this was what other people felt when she flit from thing to thing.

Which...well. Was not very Jonah like. Teeth at her lip a moment, eyes distracted-and then he tips her face back towards his, and man-doesn't that all sound like some good ideas, but something doesn't feel quite...

Kara wraps the fingers of her left hand around his wrist, and the courier scoots her hips back and away from him. She remains forehead to forehead, eye to eye.

"-You're- all I want, Jonah." Kara murmurs. Abandoning the fate she'd been sold into, trading it away to throw herself into the real and gleeful adventure that was life and the boundless possibilities found therein. Joy wherever it could be got, and -freedom-, true and enduring freedom. She lived it, breathed it. And with him-she knew what it was to love, and be loved. "A life with no regrets, no chains-and you. Forever, you."

That's what's important. That's what she wants him to be sure of before anything else. All else. Kara pops up a little press a kiss to his forehead, then back to brush one of those Eskimo kisses against his nose.

"The fun is just a cherry on top, a bonus." She says with a contented sigh, mouth curving into a relaxed little smile. "Coulda never bothered with it, ya know? But we did, and we do-and it -is- great.". She agrees with a nod, a smirk.

She's not really sure what he's asking her for, and her brow furrows as she puzzles it out, worries a little over what she's missing. He's asking for specifics maybe, and Kara decides to try and define...things, she guesses. Be Plato. Yeah, the thinking cave guy!

...she's not always so great with putting words to impulses, though. Maybe that's where she should start?

"I don't really think about it." Honesty is the best policy with him and exactly no one else. "I just...do what feels good, what's fun. Same as anything." And hedonism is the best policy everywhere-so long as it wasn't costing Jonah anything. She's careful, very careful with him. It's a careful thing they got, sometimes.

Unbidden, her fingers rise instead to the forming scar, then trail to his cheekbone, then his jaw. She watches them, thinking.

"I just like what you like." She settles on what's true, even if it feels a little-basic. She hums over that, fingers moving from his jaw to an even lighter touch over his collarbone. Movement and distraction while she continues to think. "And..." Kara flicks her gaze back to his as she picks up some momentum. "I like when you -want- it, want -me-. I like when it's soft, and I like when it isn't. ...I -really- like when it isn't." She huffs a bit of an embarrassed laugh. "Which I wouldn't have guessed at before, but you just-I can't trick -you-! Not and get away with it, you're too focused."

Her eyes narrow and she leans in close again. "Somebody was bound to stand up to me sometime. And because it's you, I like it. Because I trust -you-." It wouldn't work without that trust, not at all. For either of them, really-its a vital, integral aspect to their secret, private little game. The one just for them, no one else.

"And I want you to be having fun with me, you know? It wouldn't be fun if you weren't."

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah nods, slow, taking that in. He'd realized some of that before, instinctively understanding that her breathless delight is in losing control, but spelling it out soothes some sense in him that he doesn't understand, gives her some measure of control back. It's not that he does whatever he wants, and Kara's just along for the ride; it's that he can offer her something when the clothes come off with the understanding that she can push it back. Kara's vivaciousness, her fire, is the most important and central part of her, and he'd tear his own foot off before he so much as scuffed the edge of it.

"Okay. Okay," he murmurs, and leans over and in to brush a kiss across Kara's lips. His fingers twine with hers, and he gently rolls them over so that he's on top again, the weight of his form settling lightly atop hers, heavy yet suspended.

"I asked because I don't want to hurt you," Jonah says, when he draws back, eyes heavy and serious. "I asked because I know what you want, I think, but I wasn't certain, and I wanted to be certain. I will never hurt you, and I never want you to have even a single second of doubt that I would stop if you breathed a word to the contrary. Alright?"

He leans down and plants more soft kisses on either of Kara's cheeks, then on her pert nose. Then the slow crack of a smile, like dawn across his face. "And I like - being in control. I like being able to give this to you. You don't have to worry about that. I just don't want to hurt you by accident, or scare you, and I didn't know where the line was. Alright?"

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Jonah seems to settle, and Kara decides she's a better Plato than she thought. She's glad for it. The redhead smiles when he brushes his lips over hers-and then he rolls them back over, something she hadn't entirely been expecting.

He is settled, right?

The big man pulls back to look at her and Kara nods to what he says before a flicker of surprise moves through the courier's expressive eyes, as if she had never even considered the possibility he might exert his will over hers, use his size and strength against her.

"You love me." Kara states, a little quiet. "I never thought, not once-that you wouldn't stop if I asked you to stop." What else could she really do otherwise, toss him out on his ear? No, she'd known better.

And now Kara understands-Jonah was as worried about hurting her as she was him-just in a different way. The independence they had each carved out in the wider world with their respective skill sets-well, it was nothing to employ on each other. The thought of even accidentally-

Yes, Kara understands. She understands, and she has faith. Trust. "You'd never hurt me." She agrees, as simple and assured as she would have been claiming the sky was blue. There's no accompanying joke or coping mechanism, no defensive statements or conditions.

Just unshakable, wholly believed truth.

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah nods, slow. "I do. I just wanted you to know that too. That you can, always could ask me to stop. That's important to me."

Heart poured out, he seems lighter.

Then he slides a thigh up between Kara's, parting her legs. His length still bobs against her leg, no longer quite as hard due to the interruption in pacing, but now he bends his neck and blows cool air across her wet, stiff nipple, before apologizing with lips and tongue again, as his fingers sink low and cup her mound.

"In that case," he says, and he's not murmuring or whispering, this is clear and conversational - "Let me see if you like something."

His fingers rub for a long moment, as he warms Kara's back up from the contemplative beat they'd experienced, and then he slides back between her legs - and hefts them up onto his shoulders easily, seating her thighs on either side of his head, and then sits up with her still perched on his shoulders, lifting her up outright into the air, face buried between her legs. One of his hands steadies her with a firm clench on her rear (maybe not so innocent, that), and the other is behind her shoulder.

Jonah wiggles his head sideways between her thighs and raises an eyebrow up at Kara. His tongue flicks against her pearl, inquisitive and testing.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"Then consider it especially noted, big guy." Kara affirms, soft and with a nod. Then her eyes narrow a little and the bridge of her nose crinkles-an expression that almost always leads to a joke or grandstanding, something exclusively inclusive of her partner. "I mean, with my EXPERT bouncer skills I wasn't worried -anyway-, but-". That cocky little smirk-

It's quickly interrupted when he slides his thigh between her legs again, ducks low to her chest-Kara forgets the ridiculous joke in that electrifying pull, a squirm between him and the bedsheets as he instantly regains the whole of her attention. Fuck-how does he do that?

"Like what?". She breathes-but honestly-probably. She likes just about everything he thinks to do. Well, maybe-!

It's a surprised exclamation that mostly catches in Kara's throat when he just lifts her up in a single motion, the back of her heels tapping in a brief little flail before pressing into his back. She curls in a little on instinct, fingers to his head and base of his neck as she tries to find some balance.

It's mostly his strength keeping her up there, large hand wrapped over her shoulder to keep her upright, and the other on her ass to keep her close. She can't decide if this was bizarre or-

Jonah raises a brow at her, amused. Kara decides the feeling of imbalance must be on purpose, and she might have protested it had she not suddenly been distracted by his tongue-heels pressing in a little tighter behind his back.

Always with his damned-

"J-jus' don't drop me neither!"

 

[Obuzeti]

With Kara steadied against his hands and on his shoulders, Jonah starts carefully walking out of her ramshackle room towards the shower. He can't really properly get his tongue into her at this angle, but it runs up and down her lower lips, occasionally flicking at her clit, and the hand supporting her ass squeezes and molests that taut flesh en route.

When he makes it into the shower, he leans Kara against the wall and flicks on the shower without looking - then jumps as the first blast of water is cold on his side, though it quickly warms up. The mistake makes him laugh, and he kneels down to let Kara back onto her feet, taking the showeer nozzle and spraying her down with warm water and a smile - and a lick across his damp lips.

"Fun, but I dunno about that one as a regular addition," Jonah muses, as he claps a hand against her derriere - not soft, and not innocent with how he fondles it afterwards, but not even enough to make the skin redden either. His fingers on that side slide up into her and thrust steadily instead, as he stands there beside her, erection throbbing, and watches her skin go from pale and flawless to liquid perfection, skin gleaming and healthy under the water, breasts heaving from surprise and excitement.

"Why don't you wash yourself off for me," Jonah says, but it's not really a suggestion. His eyes are dark and fierce, now that he knows what he wants, and what Kara wants. "My hands are kind of busy anyways."

With two fingers buried up between her legs, and the other hand holding the showerhead, that's not an inaccurate statement.