Jono's Corner of 616, Tuesday Fandom Time

[trigons_child]

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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[trigons_child]

"For which I am very grateful," Raven said with a little sigh at his touch. She was finding herself getting very much warmer, and it wasn't because of her cloak. She scraped her nails against his skin again and at the same time sent him a little nip to his throat. "I do not wish to be eaten."

She honestly didn't mean that in any sort of dirty way.

[furnaceface]

//No, no, of course not...// Jono's voice was a little wobbly, that time. Nips to the throat were a definite distraction, indeed. Perhaps from the fact that... well, he wouldn't be the one doing any eating, if there had been some dirtiness in that statement of hers. //I can't think of anybody who would enjoy...//

What had he been saying, again?

//H'lo, luv.//

Raven had pretty amazing hands. Skin. Everything.

[trigons_child]

"Hello, Jono." She brushed tiny kisses against throat, sending him the sensation of lips against skin. Her fingers kept in contact with his hip so that he wouldn't be without the feel of her touch, even for an instant. "I have missed you very much."

Even if it hadn't been as long for her, she still felt the empathic ache of his lost time.

[furnaceface]

//Missed you,// he countered, because Jonothon Starsmore was a bloody wordsmith, okay. One who was shivering a little, happily, and leaning his head back as though it made the slightest bit of difference in the world as to how much access she had to his throat. //Missed... this. Us. Together. Touch.//

As that last statement continued, it seemed to be less about words, and more about a swirl of notions, until touch was nothing more than a shapeless idea of fingers and feeling and warmth.

[trigons_child]

"There would be much more to touch," Raven said, her cheeks pinking as she tried to sound bold, "if you had less clothing on." There was only so much she could touch right now, after all. Leather pants made that especially difficult.

[furnaceface]

//If I...// Jono glanced at Raven at that, his thoughts, for an instant, trending toward really? before the rest of his brain caught up and reminded him that he was currently laying down in his bed next to his naked girlfriend. Of course really.

Play it cool. Look thoughtful.

//Just how much less do you suppose would make a difference?//

[trigons_child]

Her response was to tug at the waistband of his pants. "This would be a start," she said. "It is only fair, is it not? Since I have nothing on at all."

She was trying hard not to giggle and break the mood, but trying to be seductive was hard.

[furnaceface]

She did have a point!

//I'll have to move,// he pointed out, only whining a little bit as he shifted his weight about, working his way out of his jacket, first. It was kind of silly to be wearing that in bed in the first place. He wasn't going to keep it on while taking off his trousers, thank you. //Innit fortunate that you're worth a little bit of rearranging?//

He was working his belt off already.

[trigons_child]

"Very fortunate," Raven agreed, helping him out of his jacket. She was still careful to make certain that she was always touching him no matter how he had to move.

Once again she found herself envying Karla's ability to simply make clothes vanish, but there was also something nice about helping Jono out of his clothes herself.

[furnaceface]

Really, the undressing bit was one of the fun parts. Teasing her with those trousers of his, for a start... Jono's only regret was that her turning back from a bird meant that he didn't get to undress her, too.

//Now...// He shifted his weight about a little more, kneeling on his bed so that he could work his thumbs under his waistband. //Did you want me to do this for you? Or should I make you earn it?//

[trigons_child]

She pushed herself up, kneeling in front of him, slipping her arms around his neck. "Earn it?" she said with a giggle. "Like this?"

She leaned in to press her forehead against his and sent him the sensation of a line of kisses down the line of his jaw.

[furnaceface]

Keep that up, Raven, and he'd end up just toppling forward on top of you. At least he managed to keep himself from wobbling too much for the time being, unhooking his thumbs in favour of sliding his hands around her waist, instead.

//Something like that,// he agreed, his head leaning back a bit while he tried to picture a return kiss to... to... somewhere that would drive her half as crazy as these kisses were driving him, right now. Her chakra. A light, teasing, careful kiss, squarely placed on her chakra.

[trigons_child]

Oh, Jono, don't push the crazy button.

Raven's eyes widened, and she drew in a shuddering breath as the sensation of that kiss shot straight through to her core. "Oh, Azar," she sighed, her knees going week. She had to cling to Jono to keep herself from sliding back down on the bed.

[furnaceface]

Why yes, Jono was feeling fairly victorious in the wake of that reaction. Who wouldn't be?

And she was more than welcome to cling to him as tightly as she needed to. Just so long as she didn't mind that his hands were drifting down to caress her behind while she was there.

It was a very nice behind. Jono rather appreciated that all that was covering it up was her cloak, at the moment.

[trigons_child]

"That is not fair," Raven said in feeble protest, letting her head fall to her shoulder. Not a real complaint, as her giddy laugh indicated. She wasn't letting go, however; her legs still felt like water from the sudden intensity of that kiss.

But two could play at that, and she moved one arm so she could slid her hand down over the front of body, nails dragging against his wrappings, sending the feel of the same as if she were scratching his chest.

[furnaceface]

And when she did that, Jono found himself pushing his torso forward, pressing what would have been his chest against her hand while his mind completely neglected to make him worry about the fact that there was fire under there. There probably would have been a moan to go with that motion, but that required some level of conscious effort, and Jonothon's mind was still mostly wrapped up in 'brb, unf.'

For what it was worth, his grip on her bum cheeks tightened some, though.

[trigons_child]

Raven pressed right back against him, trapping her hand between their bodies. She turned her head so she could press her lips against the wrappings covering his face, sending him a very demanding kiss. With tongue.

I love you, she thought, sending him all of that emotion as well.

[furnaceface]

Jono had brought this upon himself, hadn't he? With that brilliant idea to send a kiss to her chakra like that. He'd totally gone and brought this upon himself and his mind was reeling and if he had a pulse it would be rushing and ohgodtongue.

Jonothon was not about to complain.

And the thought, drifting into his wide-open mind as clearly as though she had spoken it aloud, was answered in a stream of emotion to match, returning the sentiment as clearly as he possibly could while attempting to return that very demanding kiss. With tongue. And then with teeth. He'd totally be using teeth right now if he had teeth to be using, after all.

[trigons_child]

She closed her eyes so she could just soak in that kiss. Her body squirmed as she alternately pressed back against his hands, then forward again against his body. She wanted to touch every inch of him, and she pulled her hand free from between them so she could move it to his back, joining her other there to scratch down his wrappings until she reached his pants. Her hands wormed their way in beneath the leather so she could squeeze the flesh beneath it.

And all the while she continued the kiss, making soft little noises of pleasure.

[furnaceface]

And if Jonothon could echo those noises, he absolutely would be. About the best that he could manage was more of the same outpouring of emotion, a sort of wordless 'yes, that' as he dreamed that kiss deeper, as he lost himself in what it was like to have Raven in his arms again.

Why had he ever left, again?

Figuring out that much took too much effort for just that moment in time. He could put that time to far better use by... kind of tackling her to the bed. Or easing her back onto it, though it was anyone's best guess what he was planning on doing while his trousers were still on.

Thinking was currently not his strongest talent.

[trigons_child]

Raven wasn't much better at thinking at the moment. Her mind was just a rush of yes Jono love you want you more please yes. She pulled Jono down on top of her as he eased her down, never breaking the kiss, unfolding her legs so she could squeeze her thighs around his hips.

She really wasn't making it any easier for those pants to get out of the way.

[furnaceface]

She wasn't. And he was wearing tight leather and he was going to probably go insane any moment now. But, for the time being, her thighs, his hips... His hand was doing a bit of wandering, sliding down between the two of them. He didn't need to pull off any more clothing in order to trace his fingers up along the inside of her thigh, and then slip between her legs, after all.

Guitarist hands. His fingers were very deft. Hello, Raven.

(At the very least, his other hand was making a lame attempt at tugging his trousers down, now. Sort of. Bloody hell, he used to be good at this.)

[trigons_child]

Now she did break the kiss, only because she couldn't hold back a moan. She bucked her hips up against his hand with an almost inarticulate cry of his name. "Jono!"

She dropped her shields almost completely, trying to keep them up enough to stop herself from projecting beyond the walls of the room and giving anyone nearby a mindful.

[furnaceface]

Empath/Telepath sex in the middle of a building full of mutants, many of whom had similar abilities. It was fortunate that most of either were taught to shield far better than Jono had ever bothered to learn to, at least?

Either way, hand the first, encouraged by Raven's reaction, continued right on doing what it was that it had been doing, perhaps a little more enthusiastically. And hand the second hand managed to get his pants most of the way down his hips, which was something of a victory in its own right.

He was going to project a few bitey kisses along her jawline, by way of celebration.

[trigons_child]

Somewhere in the building, Jean Grey was judging them. JUDGING THEM.

Raven actually tried to be helpful, pushing down his pants while he worked at them from the front. Then her hands were roaming up his back, pulling him close against her as she rocked against his hand. Never letting go. Never.

She whimpered at his kisses, sending more of the same right back to him. Can't kiss? Take that, Annie.


[Time for me to sleep -- and you're an hour ahead of me!]