[post-canon] outside a war is waging

[notahawkingbird]

tell me everything that happened,
tell me everything you saw.
did you see the closing window,
did you hear the slamming door?

they had lights inside their eyes
they moved forward and my heart died
please, please tell me what they looked like,
did they seem afraid of you?

they were kids that I once knew.

( in the aftermath of cassie and jonas' deaths, and nate's flight back into the timestream, the young avengers have disbanded.
   but life goes on and the only thing anyone can do is cope. )


xxx

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[notahawkingbird]

[ Kate hisses, hips rolling forward so that she rubs herself up more against Tommy's hand. Her free hand's fingers curl on the sheets and she laughs, low and breathless. ]

God, Tommy. Just. Yes. Okay. Go.

[ She's trying not to think about the way she's trembling, because when she checks herself, it's not a bad kind of trembling. Nerves, yes. But good ones. The kind that come from weeks of spending time with Tommy, of wondering what it would be like if she let him in and let herself go. ]

[crotcharrow]

[Tommy has to hiss in a light breath when she does, rubbing his thumb with a bit more force, his other fingers teasing her with light touches everywhere else. He does very little in actual way of touching at first, because hey, he's all about teasing and turning a lady on before actually giving them what they want. He finds it's better that way.

When she gives him the go ahead, Tommy sits up, so that Kate was still in his lap and meets her halfway, kissing her as he withdraws his hand from her pants and tugs at her underwear, fumbling to pull it down off her legs in a way that's probably a bit too awkward to properly do it, but he really doesn't want to let Kate go. He moves his kisses down her chest, sucking on her collarbone before he pressed his forehead against her chest, looking down between them at her underwear and his tented boxers.]

Augh, thisisn'tworking. [he's getting frustrated.] How much doyou love these. [because seriously he just wants to rip them off at this rate.]

[notahawkingbird]

[ This is Kate, kissing you full on the mouth with tongue, Tommy.

Her hands skim over his and she smiles against his mouth ]

I can always buy new ones.

[crotcharrow]

[Well then. That's the answer he'd been after anyway.

His hands go back to her hips, breathing in deeply through the nose as she kisses him again. He kisses her back just as fiercely, sucking on her bottom lip hard before tearing at her underwear, giving it a few good tugs before it rips. He then pulls it off and leans forward, pushing Kate backwards onto the bed so that he was on top of her again, his hands moving inside her thighs to part them a little. He leaves small kisses on both her breasts and then moves down, trailing his tongue around her bellybutton, still teasing her.

Just before he moved right the way down, he glances up to smirk at her and then slides a finger up her folds lightly as one last tease before he lowers his head again and kisses closer before finally licking a line up Kate's slit, just brushing her inner lips.]

[notahawkingbird]

[ She'd read somewhere (in really bad, cheesy romance novels that she will never, ever admit to ever touching) that the sound of ripping fabric was a turn-on, but Kate's not quite prepared for the satisfaction that sort of just... thrills through her when Tommy rends her underwear to uselessness.

The sound that escapes her is half-laugh, half-breathless whoosh of sound at falling back against the mattress and her legs initially try to wrap around Tommy before she finds his hands pushing them apart.

When the speedster trails kisses over her skin, her right hand comes up, fingers threading through his hair. Her intake of breath is in short bursts, and her mouth feels dry when she catches that look he gives her right before her head presses back against the sheets, eyes fluttering to a close when his finger slips over her and

and

that may be a deep whine in her throat as she feels Tommy's tongue slide over her. ]

You jerk. [ The words are muffled behind the hands she's using to cover her face because god damn. ]

[crotcharrow]

[He pulls away, his hair getting messed up by her fingers, and positively smirks up at her from his position. He loves watching what his movements did to her. That he could make her melt if he wanted and squeeze noises out of her he wasn't even sure she knew she could make. It's as much as a turn on for him as it is for her, and he's not about to stop.

He drums his fingers on her hip bone and breathes hotly over her.] You love it.

[And then he ducks his head back down, his tongue lightly dragging up against her again before the tip moves against her clit, his lips brushing against it as he lightly sucked on it.]