[ claire laughs, and jack can feel it all through her body, chest rising against his and stomach shaking with the laugh. she's embarrassed but jack can't help finding it adorable, arms wrapping around her back and hips to pull her in closer against him as he smiles with her, forehead pressed to claire's with a short kiss to the tip of her nose. ]
I don't believe that.
[ he knows there's plenty of depth to her (not that the paintings that came to mind were that deep, stop looking at medieval porn, jack), she just doesn't let it out much. she's like dean in that vulnerability is threatening to her, after living a life that was a constant struggle to survive, to hold onto the things that were important to her, to protect her heart. claire thinks of him as a beacon of hope, but she's gotten back up each and every time she's been broken down, and she's still one of the fiercest people he's ever known. if that isn't hope, he doesn't know what is. but she doesn't need a cheerleading moment from him right now.
once jack's worked his own jeans off (snagging something from a pocket before he does), and the both of them are completely bare against each other, he lets out an airy sigh, pausing to enjoy the feeling of her body curled against his, their arms around each other and legs tangled up together. most of it is jack savoring the feeling of it, but there's a part that's really, really nervous. ]
I, um. [ he mutters eventually, after kissing her slow and sweet and deep for a moment or so. he definitely didn't ask the 'are you on the pill' question before this, because it didn't even occur to him as a thing, so what's clenched in a hand is a condom, and he ducks his head, breathing out slowly as he build up the courage to actually voice this, raising up the little foil square between them. ] Dean told me what to do with these, but he said it with a metaphor about his car that didn't translate well, and now I'm kinda worried about what he gets up to when we leave him alone with Baby in the garage...
[ which is jack's round-about way of saying "i don't know what i'm doing and i'm sorry". please ignore how red his pale cheeks and ears have turned at this point. ]
[It's difficult because Jack is one of the sweetest people she's ever known. Kind to a fault and sometimes she doesn't feel particularly deserving of that kindness. Even if she knew the way that he saw her, it wouldn't receive anything but admonishment and denial. She'd never been very good at accepting certain truths.
He's gentle, soft in all the right ways, hard in all the best ways. So full of surprises and mystery.
When the kiss is renewed, she unintentionally opens her body for him, like a flower in bloom. Legs separating just enough for Jack to fit between them but his nervousness over the condom derails any trail of thought she might have had and she smiles and sits up on her knees to pluck it out of his fingers.]
Okay, I'll help you with this, but only if you promise to never mention Dean again when we're naked and in bed together.
[The fact that she even has to say that, Claire tears open the foil around the condom and it's lubricated which is nice, not that they needed it. A thrill rolled through her as she grabbed Jack in hand and rolled the condom onto him. It's that simple, easy as pie. It didn't take a rocket scientist and still, Dean managed to fuck up the explanation.]
All you need to do is make sure it doesn't break when you put it on.
[Claire slides easily over Jack's lap, not quite on top of him but with a small gap between their laps and she meets his lips for a sweet reassuring kiss. There's a first time for everything, Claire won't sit here and pretend like she was a frequent flier. No, she wasn't a virgin, but she was by no means some powerhouse playgirl. It's been a while since she's even let anyone get this close.]
[ jack might be sweet and kind and a beacon of hope and an apocalyptic powerhouse, but sometimes, he's a fucking idiot. thankfully, claire's usually more on top the particulars of human interaction and nuances, so they make a good team. ]
Right, of course, sorry. I promise.
[ the light laugh that's leaving him at her disapproval of the dean-mention is interrupted by a short, nearly silent, sharp inhale when her hand closes around him, jack's body flush and hard and eager under her fingers. he almost misses the entire demonstration because of it. ]
Got it. Thank you. [ jack breathes out slowly, letting go of the lip he was chewing on, as the awkward moment passes and claire's sliding into his lap, jack leaning up to meet her with hands gliding up her thighs and around her hips. he follows up the sweet kiss she gives him with another, and another pulling her in closer until the gap between them is gone, and her hips are pressed up right against his. there's so much heat between them and he can't help the way he rolls his hips against her, grinding himself against the slick warmth of her and thinking about what it'll be like to be inside.
a shaky breath rattles through him and his hands on her hips slip back, smoothing over the plush curve of her ass before lifting her up, pressed tight against his chest, until he can feel himself nudging against her entrance. he'll let claire control sinking down on him when she's ready, but his eyes don't leave hers for a second. ]
[ Claire is far from gentle but with Jack, she's a different sort of creature. The small inhale when she grips him in one hand is masked by a sweet kiss, renewing the moment as soon as she's done with the task at hand.
It's fresh, new, fragile in the best of ways and her heart is hammering around like the wings of a hummingbird in her chest. They can spend eternity kissing, but there's no hiding what this is doing to either of them.
The subtle thrust of his hips, meeting hers in kind are distracting in the kind of way that feels like free-falling and she's grateful for once when he grabs her and takes the initiative because she's not so sure it's something she'd had the gumption to do herself.
Something about Jack watching her so intently has her body flowering with heat as she eases down onto his shaft, and at first, like with anyone there's the burning pain of something new and different making its way inside of her.
It's not like he's small, it would all be too easy if he was, even under the meek demeanor there's muscle there and something predatory like an undercurrent in everything he does. It takes a moment for her to adjust to it, but when she does she starts it's slow, soft, raising herself just enough that she can feel everything in entirety when she pushes back down against him.]
[ every inch of him that claire is touching feels like bliss to jack, and when she starts to sink down onto him, it's all he can do not to fall apart then and there. Its like there’s fireworks going off behind his eyelids and sparks dropping all across his bare skin, heating him up and setting a fire through the web of nerve endings inside him.
keeping his eyes open is a task, but he doesn't want to miss a second of her, even as his breathing hitches and he drops a hand to the sheets, bunching them between his fingers and curling in so much the fabric maybe tears a little. oops, nephilim strength'll do that. ]
Claire. [ he gasps out, once she's fully seated and she raises herself up just a little, making jack's head spin in the most incredible way. his arms around her waist hug tight, pulling her in flush against his chest, and jack ducks his face against the side of her neck, the tip of his nose nudging against the underside of claire's jaw as his lips brush against the pulse point under warm, soft skin.
this time, he helps to lift her up, dragging her body higher up along his shaft as his hips roll back, and then, gradually, down again, and jack's frame shudders underneath her, fingers curling in against her side and lips parting to breathe out a huff of warm air against her neck. white lights dance against the backs of his eyelids and jack had no idea his body could feel this good. that claire could make him feel like this, not just for the pleasure, but the swelling in his chest, the intimacy that feels sweet and private and personal, and all theirs alone.
easing the both of them to the side, jack keeps her supported as he moves to lay her down against the bed, rolling to shift their tangled limbs until she's laid comfortable down and jack's slotted snug between her spread thighs, lips seeking out hers to kiss still tender and soft, but with an edge of something a little desperate, a little needy. he's careful when his hips shift again, dragging out and pressing smoothly back in, making sure she's not hurting in any way before he tries to be any less delicate with her. even if claire's always been so tough and enduring and anything but breakable, she's still something precious to him. ]
[Claire's done this before, not as naive or enchanted by things the way that Jack was. In truth, that's part of what had made her like him so much his unmangled view of things, jadedness simply didn't exist for him and it's something that she's been lacking since she was young.
The build-up has her head rolling on her shoulders, of course - of course he'd be a natural. The way he takes control pulls a gentle sound out of her that she can do nothing to mask. His mouth at her neck and jaw, the way he says her name, it's all too much and while Jack might be trying to pay attention through it all Claire gives herself over to the moment.
The stark shift in their position pulls a shot out of her because she hadn't been expecting it and she lies there a little winded, lips agape, blue eyes glued to Jack's face. Yeah, she could get used to him asserting any kind of dominance she realized. There's something comforting not only in being taken care of but in being treated like she isn't some breakable little thing.]
Right- right there. Jack. Fuck.
[This time there's no off, or you to end the sentence like there had been before. He's hitting right up into her sweet spot with each drag of his hips and she meets the advances half way, with her ankles hooked at the base of her spine.]
sex with claire novak is amazing. every arch of her body, every shift of muscle, every expression she makes and every sound that comes from her is a thrill, and jack's drunk on it. she's utterly gorgeous underneath him, lost to the world as she rocks down to meet his hips and jack's head spins in the most amazing way, light headed and dizzy, tunnel visioned on her. anyone could walk in at this moment and it's not likely jack would notice. ]
God, Claire, you're beautiful. [ it rattles up from his chest in a gasp, and jack's control is fraying the closer he sinks into her, a hand stroking down her side, over her hip, and up the thigh that's wrapped around to his back, something about the way she's clinging to him burning that need inside him that much hotter. his hips start to snap a bit more, push a little harder, handle a little rougher, and jack's lips find the side of her neck as he strokes his hand back up along her side, over a breast, thumb working over the bud of her nipple absently while he sucks a red mark over her pulse point.
there's a constant, persistent need to get as closer to her as he can, the arm jack had been using to support himself ending up wrapped around her back, hugging her close close close to his chest, heaving in erratic pants and gasps. somewhere in the desperate mess of limbs that they are, one of jack's hands finds one of claire's, tangling their fingers together and as a low moan sounds in the back of his throat, he squeezes, as if needing the extra contact, as if the point where he's inside her isn't intimate enough. if he knew a way to weave their souls together, he'd do that too, but that's a bit advanced for one little antichrist in the making. ]
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I don't believe that.
[ he knows there's plenty of depth to her (not that the paintings that came to mind were that deep,
stop looking at medieval porn, jack), she just doesn't let it out much. she's like dean in that vulnerability is threatening to her, after living a life that was a constant struggle to survive, to hold onto the things that were important to her, to protect her heart. claire thinks of him as a beacon of hope, but she's gotten back up each and every time she's been broken down, and she's still one of the fiercest people he's ever known. if that isn't hope, he doesn't know what is. but she doesn't need a cheerleading moment from him right now.once jack's worked his own jeans off (snagging something from a pocket before he does), and the both of them are completely bare against each other, he lets out an airy sigh, pausing to enjoy the feeling of her body curled against his, their arms around each other and legs tangled up together. most of it is jack savoring the feeling of it, but there's a part that's really, really nervous. ]
I, um. [ he mutters eventually, after kissing her slow and sweet and deep for a moment or so. he definitely didn't ask the 'are you on the pill' question before this, because it didn't even occur to him as a thing, so what's clenched in a hand is a condom, and he ducks his head, breathing out slowly as he build up the courage to actually voice this, raising up the little foil square between them. ] Dean told me what to do with these, but he said it with a metaphor about his car that didn't translate well, and now I'm kinda worried about what he gets up to when we leave him alone with Baby in the garage...
[ which is jack's round-about way of saying "i don't know what i'm doing and i'm sorry". please ignore how red his pale cheeks and ears have turned at this point. ]
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He's gentle, soft in all the right ways, hard in all the best ways. So full of surprises and mystery.
When the kiss is renewed, she unintentionally opens her body for him, like a flower in bloom. Legs separating just enough for Jack to fit between them but his nervousness over the condom derails any trail of thought she might have had and she smiles and sits up on her knees to pluck it out of his fingers.]
Okay, I'll help you with this, but only if you promise to never mention Dean again when we're naked and in bed together.
[The fact that she even has to say that, Claire tears open the foil around the condom and it's lubricated which is nice, not that they needed it. A thrill rolled through her as she grabbed Jack in hand and rolled the condom onto him. It's that simple, easy as pie. It didn't take a rocket scientist and still, Dean managed to fuck up the explanation.]
All you need to do is make sure it doesn't break when you put it on.
[Claire slides easily over Jack's lap, not quite on top of him but with a small gap between their laps and she meets his lips for a sweet reassuring kiss. There's a first time for everything, Claire won't sit here and pretend like she was a frequent flier. No, she wasn't a virgin, but she was by no means some powerhouse playgirl. It's been a while since she's even let anyone get this close.]
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Right, of course, sorry. I promise.
[ the light laugh that's leaving him at her disapproval of the dean-mention is interrupted by a short, nearly silent, sharp inhale when her hand closes around him, jack's body flush and hard and eager under her fingers. he almost misses the entire demonstration because of it. ]
Got it. Thank you. [ jack breathes out slowly, letting go of the lip he was chewing on, as the awkward moment passes and claire's sliding into his lap, jack leaning up to meet her with hands gliding up her thighs and around her hips. he follows up the sweet kiss she gives him with another, and another pulling her in closer until the gap between them is gone, and her hips are pressed up right against his. there's so much heat between them and he can't help the way he rolls his hips against her, grinding himself against the slick warmth of her and thinking about what it'll be like to be inside.
a shaky breath rattles through him and his hands on her hips slip back, smoothing over the plush curve of her ass before lifting her up, pressed tight against his chest, until he can feel himself nudging against her entrance. he'll let claire control sinking down on him when she's ready, but his eyes don't leave hers for a second. ]
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It's fresh, new, fragile in the best of ways and her heart is hammering around like the wings of a hummingbird in her chest. They can spend eternity kissing, but there's no hiding what this is doing to either of them.
The subtle thrust of his hips, meeting hers in kind are distracting in the kind of way that feels like free-falling and she's grateful for once when he grabs her and takes the initiative because she's not so sure it's something she'd had the gumption to do herself.
Something about Jack watching her so intently has her body flowering with heat as she eases down onto his shaft, and at first, like with anyone there's the burning pain of something new and different making its way inside of her.
It's not like he's small, it would all be too easy if he was, even under the meek demeanor there's muscle there and something predatory like an undercurrent in everything he does. It takes a moment for her to adjust to it, but when she does she starts it's slow, soft, raising herself just enough that she can feel everything in entirety when she pushes back down against him.]
Wow.
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keeping his eyes open is a task, but he doesn't want to miss a second of her, even as his breathing hitches and he drops a hand to the sheets, bunching them between his fingers and curling in so much the fabric maybe tears a little. oops, nephilim strength'll do that. ]
Claire. [ he gasps out, once she's fully seated and she raises herself up just a little, making jack's head spin in the most incredible way. his arms around her waist hug tight, pulling her in flush against his chest, and jack ducks his face against the side of her neck, the tip of his nose nudging against the underside of claire's jaw as his lips brush against the pulse point under warm, soft skin.
this time, he helps to lift her up, dragging her body higher up along his shaft as his hips roll back, and then, gradually, down again, and jack's frame shudders underneath her, fingers curling in against her side and lips parting to breathe out a huff of warm air against her neck. white lights dance against the backs of his eyelids and jack had no idea his body could feel this good. that claire could make him feel like this, not just for the pleasure, but the swelling in his chest, the intimacy that feels sweet and private and personal, and all theirs alone.
easing the both of them to the side, jack keeps her supported as he moves to lay her down against the bed, rolling to shift their tangled limbs until she's laid comfortable down and jack's slotted snug between her spread thighs, lips seeking out hers to kiss still tender and soft, but with an edge of something a little desperate, a little needy. he's careful when his hips shift again, dragging out and pressing smoothly back in, making sure she's not hurting in any way before he tries to be any less delicate with her. even if claire's always been so tough and enduring and anything but breakable, she's still something precious to him. ]
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The build-up has her head rolling on her shoulders, of course - of course he'd be a natural. The way he takes control pulls a gentle sound out of her that she can do nothing to mask. His mouth at her neck and jaw, the way he says her name, it's all too much and while Jack might be trying to pay attention through it all Claire gives herself over to the moment.
The stark shift in their position pulls a shot out of her because she hadn't been expecting it and she lies there a little winded, lips agape, blue eyes glued to Jack's face. Yeah, she could get used to him asserting any kind of dominance she realized. There's something comforting not only in being taken care of but in being treated like she isn't some breakable little thing.]
Right- right there. Jack. Fuck.
[This time there's no off, or you to end the sentence like there had been before. He's hitting right up into her sweet spot with each drag of his hips and she meets the advances half way, with her ankles hooked at the base of her spine.]
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sex with claire novak is amazing. every arch of her body, every shift of muscle, every expression she makes and every sound that comes from her is a thrill, and jack's drunk on it. she's utterly gorgeous underneath him, lost to the world as she rocks down to meet his hips and jack's head spins in the most amazing way, light headed and dizzy, tunnel visioned on her. anyone could walk in at this moment and it's not likely jack would notice. ]
God, Claire, you're beautiful. [ it rattles up from his chest in a gasp, and jack's control is fraying the closer he sinks into her, a hand stroking down her side, over her hip, and up the thigh that's wrapped around to his back, something about the way she's clinging to him burning that need inside him that much hotter. his hips start to snap a bit more, push a little harder, handle a little rougher, and jack's lips find the side of her neck as he strokes his hand back up along her side, over a breast, thumb working over the bud of her nipple absently while he sucks a red mark over her pulse point.
there's a constant, persistent need to get as closer to her as he can, the arm jack had been using to support himself ending up wrapped around her back, hugging her close close close to his chest, heaving in erratic pants and gasps. somewhere in the desperate mess of limbs that they are, one of jack's hands finds one of claire's, tangling their fingers together and as a low moan sounds in the back of his throat, he squeezes, as if needing the extra contact, as if the point where he's inside her isn't intimate enough. if he knew a way to weave their souls together, he'd do that too, but that's a bit advanced for one little antichrist in the making. ]