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( RES ) PUBLICA. ([personal profile] publica) wrote2016-11-29 04:44 pm
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[personal profile] advena 2016-12-17 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's no guidebook for this. there's no instruction manual on possessiveness, or what to do when your veins burn hot under your skin with jealousy. all kara knows is that sensation twisting in her gut, that unquenchable desire for reassurance, that what this is — whatever it is, because she doesn't know, they haven't defined it yet — is hers and hers alone. that mon-el is hers, in all the ways that matter.

so when his fingers find purchase in the fabric of her shirt, digging into her sides as if trying to claw his way into her skin, kara can't help but groan. it's a mix of pain and desire both. it shouldn't feel good, but it does — and as much as it shames her to admit it, she wants more.

when his mouth leaves hers, presumably for a chance to breathe, kara's head tips back, the milky column of her neck exposed in turn. ]


We... [ shouldn't, not here, but the words don't come to the surface over the agitated, raspy breaths that spill out of her mouth. ]
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[personal profile] partiers 2016-12-24 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's no guidebook for this, but mon-el doesn't need one. he doesn't have much experience with this specific situation. no woman has ever pushed him against a wall like this, and he's never told a woman that he's hers and meant it. it isn't experience that has him reacting, that makes the guidebook unnecessary. it's instinct, plain and simple, every cell in his body telling him to give in to her.

she tips her head back, and mon-el leans in with a hungry noise, shoulders still back against the wall and his neck straining so he can reach soft and vulnerable skin, to press his lips there almost reverently. he doesn't ask her to finish the sentence she started. he barely notices that she's spoken, because he's too distracted by the blood rushing in his ears, by the needneedneed building inside him.]
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[personal profile] advena 2016-12-29 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ control is a funny thing. kara's always careful with it. when your body can do strange and amazing things, things that would easily cast you as a villain just as soon as a hero, control is a part of life. it's a necessary skill for survival.

she'd learned it from jeremiah first, a habit trained into her through lead-lined glasses and adoption paperwork. later, she'd learned it from cat grant, through stamping down protests or late nights finishing projects that should have never been hers. she'd told mon-el she would never use her gifts to make those learning opportunities any easier. (she hadn't been telling the truth then, but she'd been in control enough to be convincing.)

now, in this alleyway, with her body leaning on his as his hands grip her waist, kara gives in to that tempting voice in the back of her head, the one that whispers let go and relax. as the tight grip releases, kara feels floaty again. this time not from the booze she'd been drinking, but from actually floating.

just a few inches off the ground, just barely high enough for the tips of her shoes to brush against the concrete, but it's still floating.

a kiss that will sweep you off your feet, indeed. ]
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[personal profile] partiers 2017-01-04 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Kara[ she's floating, but mon-el doesn't notice it. what he notices is that she seems taller, that he has to look up instead of down to find her gaze, to hold it, or to reach her lips, in order to set his teeth there and pull, to run his tongue across the spot where his teeth had been.

it seems fitting, somehow. kara has seemed larger than life almost from the moment that he'd arrived, irritating and arrogant, gorgeous and impossibly good, always much more than mon-el could ever hope to be. ]


I want you. [ he whispers it against the skin of her jaw, lips trailing down her neck. if she meant to wipe all thoughts of any other woman from his mind, she's managed it spectacularly well. ]