#ca1amities

"mhm," she's still trying to sort and navigate through the memories and feelings, her body aimlessly wandering around the magellan and the more she observes the more fragile realises the thing is running just fine even without her constantly being in the control room chain-smoking all over the crew - which leads her to taking a second for herself, aimlessly wandering outside the magellan for a change. "i won't lie to you, it's starting to look like you're my resident shrinker in here," she's only half joking, her 'death' happening in between places and neil being the poor bastard witnessing part of it creating that sort of bond that fragile also has no idea how to deal with.

nights out are good, boost morale or at least it's what HR keeps saying whenever office drama starts becoming too much. a drink nursed in palm of her hand, claire leans closer towards plastic straw to get a sip of her drink - non alcoholic, not really in the mood to wake up wasted as hell in the morning even though cooper is staying over at the burtons for the night. "you want some?" dim light casts a shadow on sly expression over features, perfectly aware of the double meaning and the effect it tends to have on neil when she teases him unprovoked.

His   own   battle   scars   ache   in   this   frigid   weather.   There's   metal   in   his   leg   and   more   places   throughout   his   body   that   won't   ever   let   him   get   through   airport   security.   This   time   of   year   is   quite   miserable   for   the   agent,   but   he   keeps   soldiering   on   the   way   he   always   had.   It'll   take   a   lot   more   to   slow   him   down.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 / @ca1amities

            grace  doesn't  think  she's  seen  anything  hotter  in  her  life  than  a  home  cooked  meal.  they  were  so  far  and  few  in  between  that  she  had  almost  forgotten  food  could  actually  taste  good.  when  one  has  lived  on  mostly  preserved  and  freeze  dried  food  or  mixes  that  tasted  like  ass  but  had  all  the  calories  and  nutrients…  well  -  they  certainly  couldn't  look  a  gift  horse  in  the  mouth.

“  a-are  you  serious?  ”  grace  asked  nervously,  looking  between  neil  and  the  food  between  them.

Thor   does   not   run   from   danger.   He   barrels   head   first   with   no   concern   for   himself,   especially   when   there   are   lives   at   stake.   That's   just   what   he's   doing.   First   is   the   first   to   enter   any   room.   To   distract   and   use   his   sheer   strength   to   take   on   anything   in   their   path   to   give   the   team   room   to   flank   or   move   forward.   It's   always   been   this   way.

A   hand   grabs   him   from   behind   the   small   wall   and   has   him   toppling   over.   It   catches   him   so   off   guard   that   it   takes   him   a   moment   to   realize   that   whatever   just   happened   could   be   a   danger   to   him.   The   man   that   he   sees   upon   gathering   himself   raises   a   finger   to   his   lips   to   keep   silent.   Thor's   hand   hovers   over   his   pistol   since   he's   sure   his   rifle   is   on   the   other   side   of   this   barrier.   Fuck.

It   isn't   long   before   the   realization   of   what   this   is   versus   what   is   coming   for   them.   @ca1amities  just   saved   his   life.   Only   a   few   moments   later   a   full   force   of   men   come   marching   down   that   hall.   Their   footsteps   enough   to   make   the   floor   vibrate.   Thor   does   his   best   to   hide   his   huge   frame   behind   this   tiny   wall.   What   the   hell   just   happened?

there's something hypnotic in the way neil moves, squirming slightly as her finger moves up and down the remote control, barely staying there enough to give actual relief - claire loves edging him, loves watching his jaw fall slack and eyes lose focus as he thrusts into her hand. "you're being so good, honey" whispered against his ear, lips leaving a soft kiss against his temple as she turns the remote up again. "i wish you could look at yourself right now," they both know her hand is not enough, that soon it will be replaced by the warmth of her inner walls as she always does when getting too impatient.

she lets go of his cock for a moment, pushing away a few strands of hair remained attached against his forehead from sweating. claire's eyes close once she straddles his lap, hard length resting between folds just so right. "tell me what you need," remote dangling in front of him, claire turns it at full speed after a moment of silence, neil's body jolting up underneath her. "i want you to look at it," she says then, cock back in her hand guiding towards her - slowly sinking on it with a relieved sigh leaving her lips. "who do you belong to?" she doesn't move, just lets her body settle, muffled wirr sound underneath them.