Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_au, @ 2014-05-19 01:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | nerd, thomas kemp |
WHO: Thomas and Nerd
WHAT: Conjugals.
WHEN: December, 2019 after this
WHERE: The prison Thomas is housed which might be Sing Sing but like I didn't research because it's fucking AU so shhhh
WARNINGS: Sexxxxxximus
Of all the people Thomas had expected to see in the small family cabin, Serenity was not one of them. When the guards had informed him he had been granted an over-night visit, Thomas had just assumed one of his family members had petitioned to get to see him for longer than an hour, now that they all knew he was sick. He knew the family cabins were usually used for conjugal visits, but sometimes inmates who had clean records since being incarcerated were allowed to spend a night with their parents or their kids, cooking a few meals with them like a normal family. He had no illusion that it would be an actual conjugal visit because his fiancee was dead. Serenity just didn't occur to him.
He was led to the cabins, which he had never actually even laid eyes on until now, and he hadn't even been cuffed. He felt a little like he was dreaming, and no one told him who was waiting for him inside, they just waved him in and reminded him he was still in a maximum security facility.
Like he could forget.
With a shaky hand, he twisted the knob of the cabin and stepped inside.
She looked like she had when he had first met her at the age of fifteen, all dark hair and deep brown eyes though she had taken care to age herself. It was fair since she was edging up to seventy now. "Serenity," he whispered, his lips quirking up in a smile. He hadn't seen her in years, but god was she a sight for sore eyes, especially looking like that, so wonderfully familiar. The slight worry that something might have happened to Jamie niggled at him, but surely this wouldn't be how they told him. No, she must have finally decided to come see him, and he was glad she had.
"It's Natasha now," she corrected him, and he shook his head.
"I knew that, I'm sorry. Natasha. W-what are you doing-" and then instead of saying anything to him, she simply started to take her shirt off, which had the unfortunate effect of short-circuiting Thomas' brain.
It had been a damn long time since he had seen anyone naked in a way that was even close to alluring. He hadn't had sex with anyone since Lena. That had been five years ago now and in a way, that was kind of a relief. There were people he knew he could approach for consensual sexual favours in the prison if he wanted, but Thomas wasn't interested in that. He figured he might get desperate enough eventually, when his hands stopped working well enough to jerk himself off. He just hadn't gotten to that point yet. His hands had been enough.
"Ffffwhoa. Wh- What's happening?" he asked her, which was difficult, since he was fairly sure his dick was suddenly tenting his lurid orange jumpsuit so obviously that it was embarrassing. Had she really come out of the woodwork after half a decade just to fuck him? Was he dreaming? A lot of his dreams revolved around sex these days, and quite a few of them had Natasha in a starring role, so he wouldn't be surprised.
"Your family told me, Tommy. The Huntington's-"
She was still undressing and damn but it was hard to make his mouth work. "Se- Natasha, uhm...did they also tell you to come perform a very weird strip tease?"
Natasha rolled her eyes at him and she stepped out of her trousers before closing the distance between them. "Yes, your mother sent me as a sex-o-gram. Because I would never want to come here of my own accord when I heard someone I love was actually dying."
"It's a slow process and- love. You- You said love." Her hands were actually on his arms now, and it was a wonder he could think at all, with all his blood rushing in a southerly direction.
"Love," she affirmed for him, nodding easily. "You idiot. Of course I love you. Our son told me and I- I had to come see you. I petitioned for a conjugal visit and it was granted. Tommy."
"Dana," he said, calling her by the name he had known so many years ago. The name of the first person he had ever fallen in love with. She hadn't visited him since he'd been locked up, and he had assumed she wasn't interested. It wasn't the first time she had abandoned him, after all. It seemed though, that hadn't been the case. "I'll be okay-"
"Bullshit," Natasha hissed. "And even if you are, I'm not. Every morning I wake up and I remember you're in this fuckhole of a place and I get so mad. I get mad because our son was robbed of his father, and you were robbed of your freedom, and I can't even find that asshole demon to make him suffer."
"I haven't even seen you in five years," he said, but he hadn't pulled away from her grip and that was something.
"I know," she admitted quietly. "I thought I was waiting until you were free. I thought working to clear your name was better, but now-" Now the degeneration of his body had started and he didn't have all that long. He understood. "And I needed to see you."
"Naked," he added, because he really thought that was a very important thing to bring up right very now. "You're very, very naked. And uhm...very close to me. Which I am not complaining about! I'm just kind of painfully aware of it right now. You know, obviously," he said, because trying to hide his boner would be an exercise in futility. He felt a little like he was fifteen again, hiding with her to make out in a janitor's closet.
"I did notice," she said, a smirk curling her lips.
"Yeah well...that happens," he said with a small smile of his own. "Sorry."
Natasha leaned up and cut off his apology by kissing him deeply. Her hands busied themselves undoing his jumpsuit and pulling it off, though he hardly noticed because her lips were on his and goddamn it felt amazing. He did, however, notice when she started trailing kisses down his chest to the waistband of his boxers. It made his knees go a little weak, and he moaned without meaning to.
She pulled his boxers down, and Thomas leaned heavily against the wall so he didn't fall over. "I thought making you forget all the shit you've been through for a few hours was the least I could do for staying away so long," Natasha explained. Then her mouth was on him and Thomas was sure the sound escaping his throat wasn't even human.
It was a damn good thing he had the wall to keep him up after that. Natasha had always known just how to make Thomas completely lose himself. And considering how damn long it had been since anyone had touched him, it didn't take much at all. There was no way he could try to be quiet, crying out as he came, his hips juddering and jerking forward eagerly. When she finished, he sank to the floor and all he could do for nearly a minute was simply try to breathe.
She was a goddess. And not just literally.
When he could breathe, he lifted his head to smile at her. "Okay, apology accepted," he said with a little laugh.
"Oh, I have more apologising to do. But I figured we'd get the quickfire round over with. I'm making you dinner tonight too. All you have to do is relax."
"Forgot the meaning of the word," he slurred at her, but he was certainly relaxed now. God, sex was awesome. It was kind of depressing that he was going to go back to nothing, probably until be was released because the disease had claimed him. And he certainly wouldn't be having sex then.
Well, that was upsetting. Best to focus on the night he had ahead of him. "You're beautiful, by the way," he said to her, standing so he could step out of his jump suit. If she was going to get around naked, he might as well too.
"And you are too skinny, but we'll get to that. Meet me in the shower in five?" she asked, grinning over at him. In that instant, he felt normal again. Like he was at home and everything was fine. There was slight guilt that it wasn't Lena, but Thomas knew she would understand. She would want him to live while he could, and that was what he was going to do. Tonight, he was going to live.