[date with clarice]

[more_flexible]

It was a date...a real date. With a girl. Jack tried to make everything just right, if for no other reason than to show Clarice what fun could be had out of the basement. He had a bit of whisky from last night. Not enough to do much with other than enjoy. He'd also put together a basket with some coffee, snacks, a tiny bit of cheese, some bacon...a little bit of everything so nothing would really be missed.

Beyond sharing food and talking to her, Jack didn't have any real plans. That was for the best because it meant he was ready for anything.

Comments

[hustling-rube.livejournal.com]

God, chocolate. Real, honest-to-god chocolate. Clarice's eyes fell closed as a soft whimper of approval sounded at the back of her throat. There was no way she would have considered biting. She wanted to let this last; heaven only knew when she'd be afforded such a luxury again.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His breath moved softly against her neck, fingers brushing her hair back from her ear without touching her skin.

"It's sweet, isn't it? But there's a darkness, something warm and cool and soft. All over your tongue, Clarice. Filling your mouth and easing into your blood. Do you want another?" he whispered, another M&M already poised against her lips.

[hustling-rube.livejournal.com]

As if she could say no.

Slitting her eyes open, Clarice let her tongue slip past parted lips to accept the candy, pressing briefly against Jack's finger so that she could taste him, too. Somehow, it was better that way.

Idly, she wondered whether it was possible to orgasm just from eating chocolate.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He was watching her intently, smiling softly as her tongue slid across the slightest bit of skin.

"It's an aphrodesiac, you know. Chocolate mimics endorphins. All the science, all the medicine, it can't explain this though," he murmured as he moved to breathe in the scent of candy as she breathed out. "Facts and formulas and words can't express how the chcolate melts inside the shell, going liquid inside the hardness until the heat of your mouth is too much and it cracks and spills and moves through you like electricity..."

Oh, it was entirely possible...

[hustling-rube.livejournal.com]

Too much, too close, and Clarice hadn't intended it, but before she could reign herself in her mouth was pressed against Jack's, one insistent hand lifting to the back of his neck to draw him closer. Lips parting, she slipped her tongue forward, wanting to taste him, wanting to let him taste her, knowing he'd be able to taste the chocolate as well.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He kissed her slowly, surprised by the kiss but not unhappy in the least. His tongue circled hers, savoring the flavor of the chocolate and the even sweeter taste of her, the heat and flesh and blood and just everything Clarice.

He kissed her back, but didn't make any move to do more. He hadn't set out to seduce her...he only wanted her to feel fantastic.

It didn't hurt that she was making him feel fantastic as well.

[hustling-rube.livejournal.com]

It was better, Clarice thought, to be sharing the taste of the chocolate as they tasted each other, as though it made it more tangible, almost poignant. That was the essence of humanity, there, in a silly little, sugar-coated candy.

When Clarice drew back, it was just far enough to be able to breathe, her lips hovering just before Jack's, eyes half-lidded. Her face was flushed a delicate pink, and she smiled.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He licked the sweetness from his lips and smiled. "Did you really want to do that, Clarice? I'm really not going to push," he whispered against her lips.

His fingers itched to touch her, to skim rough palms over smooth skin, to feel her hair slip between his fingers, to kiss her breathless.

Of course, he'd wanted to do that the moment he met her in the kitchen...

[hustling-rube.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't wanted to," Clarice murmured in return, the blue of her eyes lighting as she regarded him. "If I hadn't wanted to, I wouldn't have agreed to be here in the first place." It wasn't as though she were some blushing teenage girl, after all. "But if you're worried-" Her smile quirked as she tilted her head to feather a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "-we can stop."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"If we don't stop, what will we do on date number two?" he asked as he turned slightly and caught her mouth again. He kept his lips soft even though he was hungry for more. There was a time and place for those kinds of kisses, and now wasn't it.

[hustling-rube.livejournal.com]

That elicited a warm chuckle from Clarice's throat as she kissed Jack back, her fingers curling up into the hair at the nape of his neck. "I blame the chocolate," she replied when they parted again.