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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[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!]

[furnaceface]

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.

[trigons_child]

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.

[furnaceface]

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.'

[trigons_child]

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.

[furnaceface]

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.

[trigons_child]

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.

[furnaceface]

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.//

[trigons_child]

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."

[furnaceface]

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.//

[trigons_child]

"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.

[furnaceface]

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.//

[trigons_child]

"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.

[furnaceface]

//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.//

[trigons_child]

"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.

[furnaceface]

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.//

[trigons_child]

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.

[furnaceface]

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.

[trigons_child]

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.

[furnaceface]

//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.