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Entry tags: | !complete, clarice ferguson (blink), illyana rasputin (magik) |
I've decided to go with everyone but the corpse being nude.
Who: Clarice and Illyana
What: coffee, attraction and talking about plays
Where: Coffee Shop and then Kitty's apartment
When: Uh. Either Friday or Saturday, I dunno any more!
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for glossed over love making
Clarice made her way to the coffee shop, a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. Would it feel the same? Not that she was in love or anything, but she wanted to be left breathless again. And maybe getting her out of her system would help with the writing.
Illyana had already arrived at the coffee shop. She'd borrowed some of Kitty's make up and put on her best wig, and was currently people watching on a bench while waiting for Clarice to arrive. On any other day of the week she'd be spying around to see which customer at the shop was the most likely to buy the pretty russian accent girl a coffee.
That life was behind her now! The only person she was currently interested in plying for coffee was Clarice. There was something about that girl. She didn't really understand it.
Clarice hadn't put on any makeup (only she had). And she certainly hadn't worn a low cut blouse and tight lowrise jeans. (but she had). She didn't think she needed to impress the Russian girl (but she wanted to).
So she was staring at her, certain she hadn't been noticed yet. She could walk away, forget this. But why would she ever want to? She walked over to where Illyana sat and smiled down at her, "They tell me today is international kissing day."
"Well I would hate to not observe the customs of the country I am currently living in," came Illyana's response. She smirked a bit as she said it, then got right up and kissed Clarice without a moment's pause.
So people were watching. Pfft. They were in public? Who cares! They were both girls? Well maybe the men serving the coffee would buy them both one on the house, but that was not the reason to kiss Clarice.
"I was hoping you would...mmmm..." Clarice's fingers dug into Illyana's waist as she pulled her closer. It was every bit as electrifying as the first time. Getting the Russian out of her system was not going to be as easy as she'd hoped.
And maybe truthfully, she was hoping it wouldn't be easy. She pulled her lips away and asked softly, "I owe you coffee, right?"
"Well you did say we were getting coffee. I was thinking that there is a saying about how it is never just coffee," Illyana whispered, with a very self-satisfied grin on her face. She had zero plans to get the blonde actress 'out of her system', anyway.
It was true. Well it was mostly true and a smile ghosted across Clarice's face. Her hand rose and pressed against Illyana's cheek. She got a thrill just from touching and tasting her. It was really her. Clarice pulled away before she ended up permanately affixed to the other woman, "What do you want?"
"You. Also, something iced. Because I wish to lick it off of you, and if we get something warm, I will burn you. Burning is not sexy."
If the russian woman was fucking with Clarice's head right now, it certainly didn't show on her face. She was smiling in way that implied that Clarice was the canary and she was the cat, and she was absolutely serious about that.
Clarice felt a little dizzy, but nodded her head and walked up to the counter. She ordered something a little sweet for Illyana and her self, and iced in both cases. She wasn't entirely certain the woman was serious, but it was best to be prepared.
She returned, sitting across from her if only because sitting next to her would mean they wouldn't get anything done or talked about for several minutes. Not that her head remained all the clear once she was staring at the woman and her very best wig(tm).
"You know I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met?" Well, mostly. Distraction had come hard.
"I think I recall someone mentioning that, but it may have been me. Still, I am very flattered by this," she answered, while sipping on the coffee. It was sweet and cold and refreshing, and Illyana had no complaints. She nodded in approval, in fact.
Clarice may have been across the table, but that didn't stop the other woman from making contact in any way she could. A foot brushed across her ankle, gently.
The grin that burst across Clarice's face was a little silly, and a little embarrassing, but that didn't stop it from happening. She shivered at the contact, before saying excitedly, "Remember that play with talked about. I did some more talking -with other strangers, ironically- and I'm going ahead with the idea. I couldn't find someone to write it so I'm writing it myself."
She poked a finger into Illyana's arm, "Of course thinking about you has made the writing not come so easily."
"Talking with other strangers? Were these the same kind of talks we had, which were naked and cuddling up to eachother? I hope that I do not have competition, because I will win." Illyana grinned, and kept on caressing Clarice's leg with her foot.
She took a long sip from her drink, then nodded her head, "I remember this play. I am not sorry that I am too distracting for you to write, though."
Clarice shook her head, "Oh! No, not like that at all. Well there was the nice doctor who almost hit me with his car, but I don't think he'd be competition. Much." She'd thought about it. He'd been handsome and his hands felt like magic when they examined her.
"Of course you're not sorry." Clarice shifted her ankle to give Illyana more access. She decided she need to get her own place, if only because picking up people would be easier, but with how little she actually made that wasn't feasible yet.
"He almost hit you with his car? That is a better come-on than saying that you are double-jointed. Was he cute?"
The foot kept right on caressing. Illyana wasn't as interested with the conversation as she was with what her foot was doing. She had mental pictures which involved licking cool, mocha flavored coffee off of Clarice's beautifully perfect skin, too, and they were very distracting.
"Very handsome...." Clarice trailed off, fascinated by the look in Illyana's eyes. It made her heart rate double, at least. They weren't going to be able to talk much until....
Really, she couldn't recall being this attracted to anyone, ever. Except perhaps a guy in her dream named Cal. They'd only just met but she'd found him really attracted. Except her mind had been on other things at the time. Like why they were in a desert and what was a Timebroker?
The foot kept right on caressing, and Illyana's smirk widened more, "I would not be angry if you had this man. You should have, he sounds like he would have been worth it."
"By the time I thought about it it was a little too late." She reached across and stroked a finger along Illyana's arm, "And I really was hoping to see you again."
"I think we should leave this coffee shop and go somewhere else," Illyana blurted out, in response to the finger-stroking. It was like lightning and fire coursing down her arm. It made her feel more alive than any other crazy thing she did with her time. Clarice was honestly like a good drug. She wanted more of it.
Her parents would be home, Clarice realized. That also sounded incredibly incredibly lame. They'd gotten a room last time, but she couldn't afford one until next week.
She certainly wasn't going to do anything in public, not without a lot of convincing. She opened her mouth to respond but Illyana's foot moved higher and only a squeak came out.
Illyana was her new crack.
In all honesty, Illyana hadn't remembered where they'd gone or what the circumstances had been. Sometimes her memory was still really horrible. She only remembered the bed, and what her and Clarice had done in it. She couldn't even blame being drunk.
Drunk on Clarice, maybe.
She tilted her head to the side and regarded Clarice, "I have a place to stay now."
"Is that an offer," Clarice replied, her voice a little light and breathless. She found herself getting to her feet, reaching over to help Illyana up. She hoped that was an offer - and she hoped it was close enough that it wouldn't take more than one bus change.
"It is not an offer, it is a promise."
Illyana needed no help getting up, but she let the other woman do it anyway, merely for the skin contact. She stole another kiss - it was still international kissing day after all - and then dragged her to the bus stop.
They made a scene on the bus, which Clarice didn't really think about. Or care about. Some part of her felt like they should be able to go anywhere instantly, but that was an odd feeling.
By the time they made it to the apartment, her hands were finding interesting places inside Illyana's clothing. The fact that she lived with someone was the only reason she didn't start removing said clothing before they made it to the Russian's bedroom.
She locked the door and leaned against it, staring at Illyana hungrily. She felt like this was..consuming her. And she liked it.
It was a good thing honestly, that Clarice even had it in mind that Illyana lived with people and therefore probably didn't need to be outside her bedroom, naked. Because it hadn't dawned on Illyana at all, and she'd actually been about to take Clarice's shirt off before they'd ended up in her bedroom anyway.
She spared enough time to return Clarice's hungry look with her own before she was pinning her against the door and kissing her with a note of claim to it that was unmistakable.
"Oh god." Only it sounded more like 'omgguh' when it actually came out. Weeks of wanting and hoping and daydreaming all culminated into a burning intensity that stole the breath from Clarice's throat. Hands like fire, kisses like lightning, and a rolling series of orgasms that made her really hope no one had come home in the middle of that.
She was a melted pile of lady goo by the time sense returned to her, and she held Illyana close, one hand stroking smooth skin and the other tangled in short fuzzy hair.
The clothing and wig were cast in various places on the bed and floor, nearby them. It was a wonderful scene. Illyana felt especially proud of herself. If other people heard, she didn't even care. Let the little ones learn the sounds of two adults enjoying eachother. It was better than listening to adults arguing, anyway.
There were a few moments where all Illyana did was purr and nuzzle at her bed partner, unable to find appropriate words that she felt like saying. Finally, she just mumbled out, "Sooo good."
That was probably a good thing, too. Kitty just wasn't looking forward to any sort of 'talk' with them about the birds and the bees. Or the birds and the birds as the case might be.
Clarice for her part, only nodded, grinned, and let out a giddy little laugh, "God..wow. I think I'm inspired to write."
"So I am no longer a distraction and you can now write your naked play?" Illyana sounded amused by this. It certainly hadn't taken much, "I am glad one evening with me is all that took."
"Yes..." Clarice giggled. English was hard right now! She rolled onto her side and slipped her arm around Illyana, nuzzling the woman's neck, "Except you're still a distraction what body lotion is that?"
"It is not body lotion, it is shower gel that is not mine. I have borrowed it ... well I suppose since I cannot give it back, I have stolen it, from Katya. I am not sure what kind it is, but I do like the smell," Illyana ruffled her hand through Clarice's hair. She especially liked it if Clarice liked it. She would have to get some kind of job soon and then buy a bunch more of it.
"It's best shower gel," Clarice assured her, nipping at Illyana's throat and then licking her collar bone. This distracted her for another twenty minutes or so.
"I will agree, but mainly because it is causing you to nibble upon me like I have become a very tasty snack," She said in reply. Her tone was less like speaking and more like purring.
Clarice gradually moved her way down Illyana's body, until it was clear talking time was on pause. When it became talking time again, Clarice lay with her head in Illyana's lap, a contented expression on her face.
"I've decided to go with everyone but the corpse being nude."
Of course, she hadn't yet told Illyana about the corpse part, the words had sort of spilled out.
"... How is your tongue capable of speech right now?"
Illyana really lacked any self edit function, especially at a time like this. Clearly her brain was still on what the'd just been doing. It took her another few minutes to process the rest of what she'd said, "Wait. Corpse?"
Clarice snickered, and nuzzled a thigh, "The whole concept of the play revolves around this corpse. From time of death, to autopsy, to funeral and then burial. About how vulnurable we are as human beings, especially at a time like that."
She reached down, stroking a knee, "And how we react to the corpse. The idea is that everyone but the corpse is naked."
"This idea is genius." Illyana agreed. It was a play she would even attend, if she could afford the tickets to it, "You must write this now."
Illyana was on the list of free tickets, anyway, as far as Clarice was concerned. She'd helped with the idea after all!
Clarice took her hand and squeezed it, "Feeling life affirmed?"
"Extremely. Not that I needed to have my life affirmed, but you do such a good job of it." Illyana looked down at her, and tilted her head, "You know, you do not have to be like that. I am not dying on anyone anytime soon. You are being the naked one, but I am not a corpse yet."
"I just wanted to hear it," Clarice admitted softly, her skin almost turning a light pink from blushing. She purred a little at the Russian, "'cause I'm feeling rather life affirmed myself."
"Well I am glad that I have affirmed your life with fantastic sex."
Illyana closed her eyes and let out another long purr. Today, life was very good. She wanted to live in a world where all she did was lie in bed with a beautiful woman and have sex with her. That would probably be one of the best lives, ever.
It wasn't a real life, though. In real life, there were demands like stomachs that needed feeding, "I think I have worked up an appetite."
"...well all we've had today was coffee, at least for me." Clarice moved to sit up, then gave up and sprawled on the bed. She didn't even know what time it was. Looking at the time would mean she'd have to consider leaving.
"I will see if I can find something in the kitchen for us to nibble on, before you start eating me again," Illyana crawled off the bed. Her legs wobbled a bit as she hit the floor, but she was used to walking like that, and she simply kept right on walking to the door. Naked.
"As much as I'm enjoying the view," Clarice said, her eyes locked on Illyana's rear end. "You might want to put on a robe."
"Da?" Illyana thought about that for a moment, then remembered that there were younger children in the house. Really, that there were people in the house, at all, "OH. Yes. That is a very good point."
She walked over to the closet and pulled out a robe to put on, donned it, and then headed to the door again, "I would not have thought of that. Thank you."
The robe had a decepticon logo on it. Clarice found it amusing, and figured it must have belonged to one of Illyana's room mates. She shifted in bed, sinking into the sheets a but and pulling them to cover her torso and hips, leaving her legs sticking out as she rolled onto her stomach to try to retrieve her notebook from her purse.
Illyana, meanwhile, padded into the kitchen with her peachy fuzz head and her decepticon bathrobe, and started rifling through the fridge. None of this food was hers, but she didn't give a shit.
The fridge was filled with scrumptious yummies and some left overs from the previous night. There was also some guinuess in the back. Fortunately for them, Kitty and Xi'an were still out at Disneyland - and then Kitty had a meeting with Pete to get to.
Illyana collected together a set of treats they could enjoy in bed without having to worry too much about getting hot food on naked flesh or making too much of a mess, then headed back into her bedroom with a tray.
"Fair maiden, I come bearing sustenence."
Clarice had shifted into a more comfortable position, with one leg drawn up to act as a table for her notebook. The fact she was completely naked appeared to go unobserved by her, as she looked up and gave Illyana a flirty grin.
Illyana grinned in response and set the tray down on the bed next to her, "You can use the tray as a writing desk, as well. It is multi-purpose."
"I was hoping to use you." Clarice shifted over a bit to allow Illyana more room to get into bed with her. She was definitely starting to get hungrier as she smelled the food.
She grabbed something and licked it off of Illyana's arm.
Breakfast quickly devolved into other, just as messy things. Clarice hoped she'd get to stay the night - her legs weren't working and she slowly was drifting off.
Illyana had a hold of Clarice in a way that told her in no uncertain terms that she was staying the night. Because she wasn't letting her go.
Maybe Iroh had been right, Clarice mused, as sleep claimed her. What else could these feelings be?