Re: Quicklog, DC: Clem M/Shane A
[Clem didn't think Shane was a man prone to burning or rushing, and she full expected him to finish that smoke before moving onto anything else. Wasn't anything wrong with it, and it didn't make her sting like every damn thing did before going on back home. Then, every last thing he and Graham did felt like rejecting. Now, she was just glad to see his impossible ornery face, just like she was glad Graham was talking again, and she was young enough to own to wanting to bed down with both of them without worrying about that making her seem like she was some sad clinging thing of a woman. Sex was for fun, and she always had enjoyed it plenty, and nothing wrong with wanting a thing, so long as she got it in the end. That thinking was probably young, all by its lonesome, but there wasn't anger behind it, and she didn't miss being angry at the both of them.
Now, hurting was easier these days, that was true enough; it went hand-in-hand with small, but there wasn't any in the room right then, not a lick.
The bastard was always smug, and she swatted the smoke away from her face with unmarred hands that ended in pretty pink nails, not a chip on them. She moved when his hands hooked behind her knees, and Clem didn't need much invitation. She wasn't wild, and she didn't jump on him like there was a fire she was rushing from. But she went eager and slid a thigh over his without asking if he wanted her to.
She wasn't shy. Hands on his cheeks and down the sides of his neck, fingers sure and nothing debutant about that in the slightest, even with the sunshine yellow and the candy coating her tongue real good as she toyed with the kiss. It wasn't teasing, but it sure was playing, accompanied by a roll of hips that went with the music that switched on to Hallelujah and Rufus singing about secret chords. She pulled on back some, just enough to sing against his lips in imitation of dancing in Marvel before she went and disappeared.
She reckoned he'd hate it, and that made her grin.]