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The side of the bed dips again, followed by a hollow clonk of a glass of water by the table.

Clark’s weight is warm and curling. Trapping, too, with the arm hung across her and elbow firmly pressed into the bed, having travelled back to her-- not because she’s a capo who talks murder when stirred awake too early at six when he comes back from the gym, even sporting watered down apple breath doing human stuff (I’m not about to surrender myself to the authorities so the CIA can tell me how I burnt yesterday’s calories). But because he doesn’t want to lose her to another dreadful Boravian-Jarhanpur cake-dance of words.

His fingers skim the out-of-place fizzes around her hairline.   

‘   You’re right… You’re absolutely right.   ‘   --Trampling through the underbrush of a fight’s the way to jump start a relationship.

He melds his lips with hers, feels the gravity of her body shift and settle under him everywhere they touch. A hand finds its way to the slender crawl of her arm. He takes her lips in his again. It brings out the minutes, stretches them into an undulating peace that looks past the edges of a yelling, burning universe.   

@dishonaesty / send memes

It’s not just the dangling hairiness of the pelt that invades his space, shielding the early-spring light clawing in from the windows. Between Krypto’s toe beans smells like a rind of horrid blue cheese and every flop of his tongue wraps gingerly and eagerly along every inch of his face, coating him in a new wet film that shines like diamonds in the sun.

Clark pulls up the pillow to his nose in a diplomatic retreat to a drumroll of doggy breath pants.

His head –

is somehow being stepped on too.

Toe beans. Cheese.

‘   Bad good-dog.   ‘   Ugh. He would’ve killed Lois just by zooming past her. Or half of Metropolis, bumping into everyone on the street.   ‘   Off the bed. No bed!   ‘ 

@dishonaesty sent:

"Is this an official visit or is it off the record?" / lois for clark

PROMPTS TAKEN FROM LAW & ORDER SVU: SEASON THREE

Clark pauses for a moment, having only just touched down after getting here, sure he could've gone through the effort of taking the elevator and being in civvies, but there hadn't been anyone else around, at least that he'd been able to see or anyone who'd seen him come in for a landing. Besides, this isn't anything Lois doesn't already know.

“i  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about.”  he’s  practically  grinning;  one  leg  hanging  over  the  edge  of  @dishonaesty's desk.  Idly  swinging  back  &  forth  as  he  plays  with  some  sort  of  trinket.    “that’s  not  like  me  at  all.”    up  &  down  goes  the  little  object.  flashing  miserably  from  the  overhead  light  as  it  spins  &  flips  in  the  air.  “i  don’t,  as  you  so  lovingly  put  it,  have  a  flair  for  dramatics  whatsoever.”  he  can’t  help  but  laugh  here.  amusement  all  but  radiating  from  every  last  one  of  his  pores.  pitching  forward,  he  leaves  the  thing  he’d  been  fidgeting  with    on  the  desk  —  where  he’d  found  it,  thank  you  –  &  hops  onto  his  feet. 

“okay,  so  sue  me  for  trying  to  bring  a  little  levity  to  the  situation.  those  reporters  are  so  —  boring.  though,  if  you  ask  me,  he  kinda  deserved  it .” 

the  line  comes  alive  &  for  a  second,  it  feels  like  home.  like  he’s  been  shoved  back  into  his  robin  days.  flitting  around  -  chasing  after  her  &  bruce  in  the  dead  of  night  ;  but  –  those    were  simpler  days.  now,  while  the  low  hum  of  open  air  buzzing  faintly  against  his  eardrum  is  strangely  comforting    it  also  helps  to  snap  him  back  into  the  here  &  now..  cementing  him  into  the  folds  of  present  reality  —  god,  how  long  had  he  been  out?  

he  couldn’t  remember  ;  doesn’t  know.

 guess  that  would  be  an  issue  for  future  dick  to  work  out.  

“not  exactly.”  he  grunts  after  half  a  minute  of  silence.  voice  pitched  low  ;  heavy  from  disuse  &  strain.    it  was  time  to  move  &  move  fast.  a  breath  in    —  one  that’s  quickly  followed  by  a  secondary,  more  shallow  one  —  &  one  out  as  he  presses  the  heel  of  his  palm  against  the  right  coastal  margin  of  his  torso,  applying  pressure  while  simultaneously  ignoring  the  way  in  which  his  hand  slips  through  the  accumulating  moisture  before  promptly  finding  traction.  yay.  sweet  pressure.  

“just  had  some  unwelcome  company  drop  in  on  me.  you  know  guys  like  thi— "  he  can’t  stop  the  soft  hiss  that  rushes  out  of  him  as  he  rolls  up  onto  his  feet.  though,  he  sure  as  shit  ignores  the  way  in  which  the  warehouse  tilts  &  sways  from  the  sudden  movement.  “  —s;  no  manners  between  the  lot  of  them.”  wing’s  gaze  jumps  to  the  sky-light  &  yeah,  everything  about  tonight  sucks.  but  he  shoves  down  that  particular  complaint  &  starts  his  ascent. “tell  me  you’ve  got  some  good  news?”  

 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝟎𝟎𝟏—𝟎𝟓 Themes:  toxic romance, enemies to lovers, tension. 

“Take your hands off me.”

Those words from her lips sent a thrill through his veins. His grip around her forearm tightened fractionally, ensuring he wasn't complying, yet. "Don't walk away from me, Jasmine." Han said, tone low and bordered on a dangerous edge he didn't truly feel. This had started as a game but now he was getting bored, or at least, that was how he wanted to appear. Despite his wants, irritation broke through his mask of indifference at her defiance and he stepped closer, keeping her in place with his hold on her arm. Firm though his grip was, he would let it fall slack if she tried to break free.

“Jesus Christ, thadderall, can you slow down for like, half a second? I can’t even think, let alone write this all down fast enough…” what is she taking notes on? Don’t worry about it. She’s just … observing. / she technically lives over at @vitaelian now but couldn’t miss this opportunity

Katie!! || @dishonaesty @vitaelian

Sharp edge of his blade is pressed right against the center of her throat. His lips turning upward into a scythe-like grin and his eyes illuminated yellow at the slight traction of light.

" Could never understand his fascination with you..." He mused, lowly. Dragging the blade forcefully upward to the tip of her jaw. The rough line interspersed with little droplets of blood seeping out. " But I'm not one to question the will of the court. It's all in their plan. Even a street cat like yourself. "