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Jono's Corner of 616, Tuesday Fandom Time

Raven had spent several days in the form of her namesake, mostly keeping out of Joni's reach (the one time she'd let her guard down had resulted in a pounce attack and feathers flying about the room) and munching on the berries and nuts Jono thoughtfully provided (though she had the strangest craving for roadkill, which she was not going to think too hard about later). But she was restless due to being confined inside. Flapping about the room just wasn't enough to really stretch her wings.

So she was going to take it out on Jono by constantly getting her beak and wings into whatever he was doing. Caw! Pay attention to her!

[ooc: Aaaaand heading into NWS territory, la.]

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Annie had no idea what the hell she was talking about. In... much the same way that Jono hadn't had any idea, himself, for the longest time. Mouths did seem to be sort of important for kissing, after all.

Just shows what they knew, right?

If anyone were to ask Jono right now what it was that he thought about kissing, of course, he'd probably reply in a staggering psionic equivalent to a pleased groan, since that was about all he hand brain left for around the focus that it took to kiss Raven back.

It was fortunate that his trousers were somewhat down, now, at least. It meant that one of his hands was freed up so that he could support himself against the bed, at least enough to avoid an awkward topple that might have seen his wrappings cave in. That could have been unpleasant. Jono had a growing list of things that he didn't want to ever feel in direct contact with his ribs. 'Raven during sex' was somewhere fairly high up on it.

//Beautiful,// he managed, his voice still a bit faraway, as he smiled inwardly at the noises she was making.

To be fair, Raven would have never dreamed of using her gifts like this not too long ago. Azar would surely disapprove -- not that Raven cared what Azar thought anymore, despite not losing the habit of using the goddess's name.

Like right about now. "Oh, Azar," she moaned softly, lifting one leg so she could wrap it around him. A little corner of her passion-dazed mind knew she shouldn't be pulling so hard at him, and she tried to relax her hold a little, but she almost couldn't help it. She just wanted to melt into him. Just...not literally.

Loveyouloveyouloveyouohazaryesrightthere. It was amazing she still had enough focus to keep sending Jono kisses. His fingers were magical.

Right there? Who was Jono to deny her that, then? Right there, with his fingers, while his body rocked against her and he sent her more, increasingly incoherent kisses.

Only with a telepath did coherency become a deciding factor in the success factor of a kiss. But with her kisses sweeping over him, and her thoughts rushing through his mind, every now and again the thought of the physical action fell to the wayside in favour of just sending a strong wave with all of the emotion behind it, with the love and the want and a stunted feeling of 'never letting you go.'

Her breaths were short little gasps as she arched her hips against his hand. Her own kisses were becoming increasingly sloppy as the combined tides of physical and emotional started to sweep her away.

"Jono!" she cried out when she couldn't hold it back any longer. Her head fell back and her fingers dug into his shoulders as pleasure rushed through her, making her whole body shake.

And the pleasure that rushed through her nearly smacked him in the back of the mind, until he was shuddering and balling his fingers into the bedsheets and just barely keeping his elbow from giving out underneath him.

Yeah, there was no question about the effects of his fingers on Raven, at the moment. Which wasn't too bad for a guy who had barely managed to get his trousers down past his ass.

He was sending her kisses again, as soon as his head defogged enough for him to manage as much, nuzzling his cheek against hers and once again revelling in being this close.

Raven relaxed her grip on his shoulders, but she wasn't letting go. She made a noise almost like a purr as she ran her hands up and down his back, just basking in the warmth of the release of emotion and physical bliss.

"Mmmmmm," she said when she could finally speak again. "That was wonderful." She turned her head to press lazy kisses against his check.

Jono wasn't going to say anything stupid like really, if only because he knew perfectly well that it had been. If he hadn't been more or less plugged directly into her brain (or vice-versa, he wasn't so clear on the difference), he might have felt the need to.

As it stood, he was going to settle for an //I'm glad you enjoyed it,// while ever-so-slightly rearranging himself, re-claiming his hand (after some hesitation; he liked it right where it was) and lifting his hips a bit so that he could work his trousers the rest of the way down. A little belatedly, but 'off' seemed like the better option, here. //And here I was worried I was losing my touch.//

Off was definitely a much better option, and Raven was even helpful enough to unwind her leg to try to make it easier for said removal. But once they were dealt with, that leg was back, pulling him back down against her.

"Never," she said, moving her hands to take his face between them, sending kisses along his shoulder and up the side of his neck. "You always make me feel so good."

Mmm, there. Much better, skin against skin, her body heat and his. Jonothon could get used to moments like this all over again, for all that it meant that he'd have to get used to life without it too, once she went back to the island.

He wasn't thinking about that so much, at the moment. For the time being, Raven being here was enough.

//Always, hm? Keep talking like that.... An' I'll develop an ego.//

"You make me feel good," Raven repeated with a sly smile. Ego stroking? She would happily do that. Technically, it was part of her job.

"I love to kiss you. I love to touch you." She punctuated each statement with a kiss. "I love it when you touch me. I never want you to stop. You bring such joy to my heart." She moved her lips to his ear and nipped gently. "And such pleasure to my body," she whispered.

Her lips against his ear, her whispery breath, was sending little shivers down his spine. Yes, that would be some very effective ego-stroking, right there, and he was eating it up with a metaphorical spoon.

It worked out nicely. He loved to kiss and touch and be touched, and didn't have any desire to stop, for that matter.

//I'm going to have to make a habit of that again,// he decided, trailing his fingers over her back. //Seems to me that those are all some rather good ones.//

"And I would encourage such a habit," Raven said. "In any way I can." She threaded fingers through his hair, then slid her hands down his back again until she reached his hips.

She gave him a look that was somehow both shy and devilish at the same time and slipped one hand between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around him.

//Oh.// Why yes, that was, in fact, an 'oh' of absolute approval. It had been a while since Jono had been touched that way by anyone but himself (he was on fire, not dead, thank you), and in the wake of what he'd just done to her, feeling the psionic and empathic feedback of Raven's own climax, this was...

... Well, if it was somehow still a surprise, it was certainly a pleasant one.

//H'llo there, Sunshine.//

"I am being terribly greedy," Raven said, and there was little remorse about it in her voice. She was entitled to be, she decided. Even if it hadn't been nearly as long for her as for Jono. "I want you to make love to me. Please."

Her touch was feather-light as she stroked him, teasing for the moment.

Oh, and what a tease she was, between her words and her fingers. His hands moved up her sides, tracing light, lingering patterns right up to her shoulders before moving down again, to pay some attention to her breasts. Her breasts had been woefully ignored so far. It was practically criminal to think, wasn't it?

//Good,// he murmured, sending one deliberate, slow, reverent sort of kiss to one of those breasts, and then to the next. //I was really rather hoping you would.//

Her breasts certainly agreed, what with the way she was arching up into his touch, and the soft little sighs that came from her throat at his kisses. They were happy to get some attention and would not be disappointed were it to continue.

She sent him more kisses and a nibble at his throat. "Then what are you waiting for?" she said. Oh, wait, before they went much further.... "Do you have...?" Her cheeks pinked up and she bit her lip, feeling a little silly she couldn't just say it.

Jono didn't project it out as part of his psionic voice, but as he looked at her face and saw the blush that was quickly taking over, he wasn't going to hide the fact that he was chuckling at heart, either.

Too adorable.

//Of course, Sunshine,// he murmured, sorry that he couldn't develop a spontaneous secondary mutation that would let him command the drawer open with his brain and then rummage through it for him. Or at least one to grow him another arm. He didn't particularly want to stop doing what he was doing, either.

Still, a moment later, he was easing back so that he could go rummaging for one of the condom packets at the bottom of the mess in his nightstand drawer.

It was good he had some on hand, since Raven hadn't exactly taken time to pack anything before rushing over to Jono's world. Though she had picked up a box or two from 'Dite's that promised interesting things...but those would be for another time.

She made a little whine of protest when he pulled away, necessary as it was. She'd pushed herself back up when he returned so that she could take the condom packet from him. "I assume you will wish my help with that," she said teasingly. She would've been disappointed if he didn't.

//I had to go and get it,// Jono reasoned, lightly. //It is your turn now, I think.//

Yes. Her turn to do condom things.

//Besides, it'd hardly be any fun if I had to sit here and do it myself, would it?//

That's better.

She kept her eyes locked on his, giving him her best "sultry" (don't laugh, Jono, you'll make her pout) as she caught one corner of the packet in her teeth and jerked her head to one side to rip it open. After she'd slipped the condom out and tossed the packet aside, she drew one finger down the middle of his chest, making him feel the scratch of her nail there, until she reached his groin. Then her touch was gentler as she rolled the condom down and circled her hand around him.

Lifting her gaze again, she said (still with the sultry), "I want you."

While 'sultry' was perhaps not the first thing that leapt to mind when Jono thought of Raven, he couldn't deny that it was a good look on her, either. No laughing, especially once she added the feel of her fingernail running down his chest. And once she had her hand on him again, there was absolutely no chance that laughing would even cross his mind.

//That so...?// Return-sultry was difficult to manage when your voice was barely an echo, but Jon was going to give it his best bloody effort, running his hands up over her shoulders again. //That works out... rather nicely.//

Somewhere on the floor, Joni was now batting the condom packet around like a shiny new toy. Such were the perils of pet ownership, but so long as she was down there doing her own thing and not up on the bed, Jono wasn't terribly concerned.

Raven leaned in to him, wrapping her free arm around his neck as she pressed her lips against the leather and sent him another of those hungry kisses. She began to sink back down on the bed, tugging him with her. Her hips rose up, and she eased her hand away.

"I am yours," she whispered, sending him the strength of her love and desire.

//Mine,// he agreed, basking in the feelings that she was sending his way. To be loved... To be wanted. He was going to hold on to that. Keep it tucked away in the place of his heart and just let it linger. //Yours.//

As he crouched over her, sending her more kisses, he let his own love and desire sit wide-open for her to drink in, too.

His hips moved to meet hers, and a whole new level of appreciation settled in with the feelings that he was sharing as he pushed up against her. He was going to take this slowly, take her slowly. This didn't happen nearly often enough, these days, and he was fully intending to savour it.

She drew in a breath as she felt him press into her, then let it out with a whimpering little sigh. Slow was fine with her; she wanted this to last as long as possible. To be like this, joined in body and emotion, this was heaven.

She wound her other arm around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair. She didn't speak, just sent out a single thought: yes....

And that was a thought that he couldn't possibly agree with more. Yes. Yes, this. Yes, her. Yes, them, together, wrapped up in one another, whole.

He rocked his body against her, still slow, still savouring. There was plenty of time to get swept away, and that would happen soon enough. For time time being, yes, yes with equally slow kisses, with fingers showing their appreciation for her by drifting slowly over her skin.

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