jdcartwright (jdcartwright) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2021-10-07 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | jd cartwright, ~ro clark |
Catching up
Who: JD & Ro
Where: JD’s
When: Night, current
Rating: It’s Ro and JD
Months had passed since the last time Ro had spoken to JD. He'd texted, during that time she was out of the city, but Ro was dealing with her own problems and hadn't replied. After a couple times, the messages had stopped coming. Now that Ro was back in the city though, previous disconnection no longer applied. The only thing about not having a job was having something to do with her time. Without that commitment, Ro had hours to fill.
After ten pm on a weeknight, Ro was knocking on JD's door, clutching a bag of Indian takeout in her hand.
The door opened, the curious look on JD’s face dissolving into a lop-sided grin when he saw Ro standing there with the bag of food. The aroma caused his stomach to rumble. He recommenced scrubbing at his hair with the towel in his hand, having just showered and pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt.
“Well, well, well! Long time no see,” he laughed. “And did you read my mind or something? Or is that a ‘peace offering’?” he teased indicating the bag as he opened the door further. It had been months, and he had wondered what might have caused her to fall off the face of the earth, but he hadn’t gone checking morgues or hospital lists. Theirs wasn’t that sort of relationship.
"Do we need a peace offering? Were we at war?" She tilted her head and smiled. "I was thinking more bribe than anything? I have chicken tikka, I have curry, I have samosas. Worth admission?"
His grin widened and he stepped back for her to enter. “Sorry, a case we’ve got at the moment makes me feel like I’m at war sometimes,” he replied with an apologetic laugh. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss on her cheek. “Better?”
"Sounds intense, Officer. Good reason to take a break." She stepped into JD's and began piling takeout containers on his coffee table, making herself at home as if it had been days since she was here instead of months.
"Hope it's not a bad time. You look like you were," she waved a handle at his casual appearance. "I was in the nearby, thought I'd see if you were up."
“Only just arrived home,” he replied, dropping the damp towel on the back of a chair before picking up the frozen dinner sitting on the kitchen counter top and returning it to the freezer. “Joys of the job,” he added as he pulled a beer out of the fridge and offered it to her.
"Oh yes," Ro said knowingly, like two people sharing an inside code. "Jobs. That's how they go." She cracked open her beer and sipped. "Spending all your time with your nose to the grindstone, Officer?"
He collected some cutlery and a couple of bowls, along with his beer before heading to the sofa. “Yeah, a bit. Gotta earn a living! And one things for sure, the crims never take a holiday,” he joked, serving up some of the food into the bowls and grabbing a samosa. “How about you? Still doing the pastry thing at that restaurant, or cafe, or whatever it is?” he asked, biting into the samosa as he sat back on the sofa.
Ro's nose wrinkled as she dug into the curry. "Nah. All that having to be at the same place at the same time every day? Not for me." Not that JD would Iike to know what she'd been doing with her time instead.
“One of the perks of my job is the flexible hours,” he started saying, putting on a mock ‘happy recruitment drive officer’, waving a fork in the air as he spoke. “You get to be outdoors, meet lots of different people, see things others don’t, and go places you never dreamed of!” he finished, before dropping back into his own voice with a large serving of sarcasm. “Like the drains we were searching tonight, bloody lovely places, especially at night.” He reloaded his fork as he asked, “so how’ve you been?” He glanced at her hair, no longer the short, shaped style she usually sported, a little longer and shaggier. “You working on a new look?” he lightly teased.
"Join the police,' they said. 'It'll be fun,' they said. You go to all the best places." At his question, she shook her head, the strands of her overgrown pixie cut flying outwards. "I'm a regular shaggy dog. Luke Skywalker chic."
A single eyebrow arched as his head angled a little, studying her openly, then nodding. “Yeah, I get that, just not sure the whole Chewbacca look would work, but good ol’ Luke could.” He worked some of the curry and rice together to create the next mouthful as he nonchalantly repeated his other question, “and how’ve you been?”
"Oh you know me," Ro waved a hand. "I had some things to take care of out of town but I'm back now. What about you? How's the officering?"
JD scored himself another samosa before sitting back, enjoying the food, and rather glad he’d come home when he had, and had a chance to shower. “It’s … officing?” he replied, huffing a confused laugh at his own words. “Not so much today though, more like dredging,” he continued, shaking his head. “Just glad they give us gear to wear these days, or my clothes would’ve been in the dumpster right along side the mess we found this afternoon. But believe me, you don’t want to know any more, it’d just put you off your dinner, which I might add is great, and greatly appreciated!” He said the last part with a complete change in tone and a wide smile to emphasise his changing of subjects.
As he munched on the samosa he looked at her, the smile softening from a grin to appreciation. “It’s good to see you again.”
There was a look Ro thought she recognized. She put down her fork. "Really? You haven't seen all of me yet. Do you mean generally or is there a particular bit of me it's good to see?"
“Hmmm, good question, let me check.” An eyebrow arched as he openly ran an appreciative eye over her, as if looking for something in particular. It was good to see her, and after she’d told him of her real needs he never felt he had to tiptoe around the subject of them hooking up. She knew she could come to him any time whether she needed, or just wanted to. And he was pretty sure if she needed or wanted something different from him she’d also say so. Ro wasn’t someone he could imagine letting anyone take advantage of her, and also wouldn’t be backward in coming forward if there was something she needed that he could help with.
“Naah, unless you have some new ink you want to show me, it’s just good to see you,” he announced nonchalantly, returning his attention to the food in his bowl to pretend to hide the grin on his face.
"Well, I don't know," Ro said. She pulled off her shirt with the nonchalance most people used when setting down their coats. She turned towards JD, only a purple bra interrupting the lines of color down her arms, chest, and ribs. "Do you think you could find the new one if I did?"
Looking back up he nodded slowly, the appreciation showing on his face, he again ran his eyes over her. “Be willing to give it a go.”
Ro extended her power, casting the thread that would pull JD's feeling forward in his attention. She watched his face as he did it. She liked to see expressions change when she did that. "I'd better give you a fair shot." She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, dropping it away. An eyebrow raised. "Go ahead. Where's Waldo?"
His eyes narrowed a little and he swallowed the mouthful of food, the enjoyment of the flavour being quickly overtaken by the now familiar feeling she could generate. It still hadn’t lost its thrill, and faint hint of trepidation - that another was controlling him in that way - but he knew the potential, and what was ahead, so happily yielded to it. He relaxed back into the chair, legs still sprawled in front of him as the empty fork paused above the bowl of food in his hand.
“Come a little closer,” he suggested, managing to finally put his fork into his bowl.
Ro couldn’t make anyone feel something that wasn’t there. Nor could she force someone to do something they didn't want to or act against their nature. But for people feeling the lust she fed on, she could make it very very good for them. She kept hold of JD's want so that feeling would flood his mind. It was more enticing than the abandoned takeout containers as she stood up and crossed over to him. JD's relaxed posture made it easy to find a space for her body and she clambered into his lap, straddling his waist. Her skin was bare from the waist up but Ro still had her boots and jeans on, the fabric rougher and thicker than the shorts JD was wearing as she settled against his body. "Close enough?"
As she settled into place JD shoved the bowl onto the nearest secure flat surface, not paying particular attention, his focus fully on her, her body, and the feel of her. He happily surrendered to the pull she had, his hand now free to start exploring. His fingertips traced across the bare skin, following the line of each tattoo as his eyes followed along. Head lowered a little until his lips and tongue came into contact with hardening flesh. “Nothing new here,” he murmured before his tongue darted out and swirled at that flesh.
Ro made a pleased little sound and her back arched, shifting her hips against JD's. She let him search, one hand curling into his hair and tugging against the strands. When it seemed as if there was little skin left he hadn’t explored and her shoulders were rising and falling from her breath a little faster, Ro tilted JD's chin upward to kiss him. "That's an excellent investigation, Officer," Ro said against his lips. "But what if I don't have any new tattoos?"
JD’s head angled to one side a little, his eyes opening a little and a grin on his lips. “Then I’d say I’ve just had the most delightfully unproductive investigation ever, and I don’t mind one bit.” He pressed a kiss against her chin, trailing along her jawline until he reached the junction of throat and neck. “Just wish all my investigations were this enjoyable,” he hummed softly against the sensitive skin.
Ro took advantage of their position to pull some of JD's energy into herself. Not too much. She didn't want to wear him out just yet. For a moment, Ro did wish JD was better at playing games and finding a surprise. But he was reliable and nice and she never had to worry about her safety with him. JD was warm and solid against her and Ro could taste his want. Her hands twisted in his hair. "I think we can find something else enjoyable to do," she offered.
“Y’sure?” he replied with a grin, eyes a little hooded. “I’m enjoying this,” he continued, his hands sliding up her sides until they reached her ribs. He lifted her a little, shifting himself and pressing up against her. He knew what felt good for him, and that she fed off his lust so was getting what she wanted when he just let himself go. And he’d learnt ways to make sure she enjoyed herself too, but he’d always wondered what it was really like for her. “I sometimes wonder what it is that makes you really happy - other than, you know, me wanting you.” As he spoke his hands slid back down to her hips.
"Then don't let me interrupt." Ro pulled a little more energy into herself, encouraging JD's emotions to enhance his pleasurable feelings and give her more to feed on.
"Happy like making me feel good?" she asked, voice a little breathy. "I've done - I've been doing this longer than you've been alive. I like variety."
That was something he hadn’t thought about and made sense to even his ever-so-slightly distracted mind at that point in time. “Dammit, variety is supposedly the spice of life, and if you’ve been doing it that long, I don’t know I’m going to be the one…” His voice caught for a moment as she moved on him. “... who can come up with anything spicy enough for you.” His breath hissed with a sharp intake. “I’m just a boring bloke,” he admitted through lightly clenched teeth.
Ro leaned forward and scraped her teeth against JD's neck. "Don't go getting insecure on me now, Officer. Night's still young." He was still fully dressed and Ro took a moment to even the score between them, stripping him of his shirt and tossing it aside. "Now. You were looking for a new tattoo and I lied and don't actually have one. Let's take it from there."
JD chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that was in no way insecure. His eyes roamed across the tattooed torso above him. “Tease,” he growled instead. “Why should I believe you?”
The corners of Ro's mouth turned up. "I would say that it's not teasing when you're a sure thing." Her hand traced the lines of his chest and then continued lower, breaking the horizontal plane of their waists. "But if you'd like to be teased," she said, touching him and then withdrawing her hand, "that can be arranged."
Breath hissed between teeth again, her touch seeming to intensify what she was doing with his feelings, whether she was or not. He’d always been more tactile, had always loved the feeling of the water on his skin as his body had moved through it when swimming. Her fingers moving down his chest reminded him of how good that felt so he tried distracting himself with the thought of making sure he got back in the water sometime, got back into a routine, doing laps… but it didn’t keep him distracted too long. Nothing ever did.
“Sure thing, huh?” he returned throatily, “just your good ol’ dependable back-up booty call?” While he knew it was basically true, and never had any objections to the arrangement, he cocked his head to one side as he looked up at her. “How often do you get knocked back? Or do you pick your marks well enough that it’s all smooth sailing nowadays?”
"I meant me," Ro said but at his question she leaned back a little to look at JD straight on. She did not return to touching him. "I can tell when someone wants me. Not everyone does. Maybe they don't like women or aren't into tattoos. Those who do don't have to act on it. Maybe that's not what they were looking for. When I pick someone I usually know how it's likely to go. I can't make anyone do anything."
“Way to go Cartwright,” he groaned as she clarified, his eyes closing, but flying open again as her fingers left his chest. He reached for her hands as she spoke, and drew her fingers to his lips, and kissed them, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He shook his head at himself.
Ro ran her thumb across JD's bottom lip. "Maybe this is a good time to confirm you want to do this."
Now an eyebrow arched as he continued looking up at her, studying her face. There was something different, not on the outside, but something different, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He’d have said sure he was sure, if she was, but knew that it wasn’t the same with her as it was with other women. She wasn’t… other women.
This she needed, as sustenance, and it meant nothing more to her, he meant nothing more to her, and JD knew it. “Yeah, I’m sure,” he finally said, leaving out the usual second part of that, the query in return, as odd as it seemed to him internally.
Ro nodded and the smile returned. "Come on," she said, finally clambering out of his lap. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable." After all the night was, as she'd said, still young.