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[lady_moon]

Moon rolls over on Jason's bed in the Circus, smiling as she watches him pulling on a pair of jeans. She's wearing one of his shirts, her feet kicking idly behind her, and she nuzzles the blankets. They smell most of Jason, a little of her, and she likes that.

"I want to come too," she says, her words muffled by the blanket. "I want to see what it's like."

It's an innocent curiosity, because Damian had said it was nothing like when she'd given her blood to Santino. She wants to see that, to watch, to understand what it is that Jason, Liz, and Nathaniel like so much and Richard and Anita rail against.

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[lady_moon]

Moon lays down on her back, looking up at Jason, giggling.

"Silly wolf," she says, poking Jason's nose.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude checks himself in the mirror to make sure he hasn't stained his mouth or his shirt, and then looks at the two of them in the reflection.

"You kids have fun. Clean up after yourselves, and lock the door when you leave."

With that, he heads for the door to deal with matters far less enjoyable.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Dad," Jason teases from the bed.

He dips his head far enough to kiss Moon lightly on the nose before snuggling up beside her, hands running idly up and down her hip, and yes he's pushing the hem of her shirt higher.

"So somehow in all this time fuckery you get to do Jean Claude?" He smirks, pulling her hips a little more firmly against his own. "Lucky bitch," he says, teasing.

[lady_moon]

Moon smiles at him, her eyes twinkling.

"Jean-Claude gets to do a lot of things you don't know about yet," she says with a giggle. "But I would be telling if I told, so I'm not telling. You'll see soon enough."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He chuckles low, sliding his hand up under her shirt. "Alright, keep your secrets. You know all these timelines are going to catch up eventually."

His fingers have found a nipple under her shirt and they begin caressing in small circles around it, coaxing it erect.

"But I've got a more immediate future on my mind at the moment."

[lady_moon]

She squirms on the bed, moves closer to him, her lips seeking out his as she makes a soft, whimpering noise.

"You can't see the future," she whispers with a faint smirk.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He catches her lips briefly, making her work for his kisses as his fingers tighten around her nipple. He wants to hear more of those soft whimpers.

"You want to bet on that? I bet I can tell you exactly what's going to happen in the next hour."

[lady_moon]

He doesn't get a soft whimper when his fingers grow tighter, but a strangled cry as she pushes up against his hand. Moon shudders, reaching for a kiss, and when it's not readily available, she latches onto his throat, the side Jean-Claude hadn't bitten.

She can be ruthless in her desire to hear him make the same sort of noises.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

His eyes roll back into his head when she finds his throat, hips arching to grind himself against her with an aroused curse. His fingers quickly forget their exploration under her shirt as his hands move firmly to her hips, pulling her on top of him as he rolls completely to his back.

It gives both his hands better access, and they waste no time in snaking back under her shirt. His throat vibrates under her lips with a soft growl. "Not pulling any punches, are you?"

[lady_moon]

Her teeth nip sharply before she lifts her head to look down at him with bright eyes, rubbing herself shamelessly against him.

"No," she pants, flinging her hair over her shoulder just before she takes a kiss from him. His mood is contagious, and the kiss is not sweet and gentle, but teeth and lust.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

The pleased moan grows into an full-throated groan as he returns her kiss hungrily. She can rub all she likes, but he's already hard and straining against his jeans.

His hands wrestle for a moment with the fabric before he pulls his hands back out and starts to undo the buttons, the sharp, jerky movements ceasing only after the shirt is pulled from her arms and tossed to the floor. He slides his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts, kneading them as his mouth feeds at hers.

[lady_moon]

Moon's hands splay on his chest, nails digging in just a bit as she moans and mewls into his mouth. Her hips don't cease their movement as she's quickly taken beyond even her usual irrational thought. When she's alone, and she reflects on Jason and what they share, she usually marvels at how he can make her forget everything but him, them, in these moments.

She leaves his lips, mouth moving over his throat again. Moon licks broadly over the mark Jean-Claude left behind, and then moves lower, kissing and nipping at his collarbones. She doesn't like the barrier of denim between her, and she whines as her hips press down, making her displeasure known without removing her mouth from his flesh.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He's entirely focused on her at this moment, his eyes shining almost possessively as he watches her body move over his. He gives a low chuckle at her whine and gives his hips a mild thrust upward.

"Do you want something?" he asks in a sultry growl.

[lady_moon]

Moon lifts herself up, glowering at him, though the look can hardly be effective with the flush and desperate expression on her face. Her hand reaches between their bodies and tugs impatiently at the fastening of the jeans.

"I will never understand the need for covering up with annoying cloth," she growls.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He raises his hips slightly to aid her, but he's content with keeping his hands busy at her breasts and letting her worry about his jeans.

"So I can watch you get all worked up over getting them off," he murmurs deeply.

[lady_moon]

"I'm not worked up."

Even as she says it, she knows it's untrue. A particularly enjoyable touch of his hands makes her pause, shiver, and then she yanks the jeans down to mid-thigh. She repositions herself, panting, and bites lightly at his chin.

"I don't like clothing."

As if he didn't already know that. She shifts her hips and slides down him, taking him inside her, and her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a musical moan against his throat.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

"No?" he asks, grinning as he gives one nipple a soft but quick tug.

She's quick to slide onto him, and it pulls a full-throated groan from him. "God, Moon..."

His hips arch slightly, making him shift inside her. His stomach muscles bunch as he raises his mouth to her breast, his tongue and teeth taking turns working over the soft skin there as his hands abandon their task to help guide her hips.

[lady_moon]

"Ah!"

There is a lot of squirming atop him, heat rushing through her. She always feel as if her mind is in a million pieces, but when she's with him like this, it feels more like her body is.

After a moment of intense sensation washing through over her, she begins to rise and fall on him. She closes her eyes, concentrating on the feel of him between her thighs, pressed to her chest, and hovering on the edge of her mind.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He watches the sensations play across her face when he can tear his gaze from the sight of her squirming and slowly working his cock in and out of her.

He's usually the one on top, and while he enjoys that immensely, there's something to be said for watching her take her own pleasure from him.

He nuzzles his face between her breasts again. "Do you like this?" his voice is little more than a deep, vibrating growl.

[lady_moon]

Moon looks down at Jason, her eyes a little unfocused as she moves on him. What a silly question to ask, she thinks.

"Yes," she says, her voice breathy. "Do... do you?"

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He chuckles, nosing at her breast and drawing her nipple into his mouth once more. "I love watching you."

He leans back with a dark smile, hands splaying out and sliding over her chest and hips. "Faster...please; let me watch you come, Moon."

[lady_moon]

That smile makes her shudders, watch him with just as intense fascination. She doesn't keep his beast absolutely quiet, and there is that rumbling in her that poking Richard's beast had woken. She moves with a single-minded, instinctual rhythm that is all about her own pleasure and little to do with his.

And she, by no means, restricts her voice or its volume.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

His beast had been showing mild interest, having been sated by Jean Claude's rolling; but feeling that stirring from her brings him around, coming forward to investigate. He doesn't try to push his beast back; he knows what it does to her and so he lets him peer out, causing his eyes to slowly bleed to green.

He watches her, lips half parted and not even trying to restrain his own vocalizations. He's getting off just fine from seeing her take her own pleasure from him.

[lady_moon]

Moon lifts one hand, trailing her fingers near one of his eyes. In answer to his wolf padding forward within him, whatever is in her comes curiously to the front. The area just around her pupils shifts to gold, blending with the green, and she stares down at him.

Pressure builds within her as she moves faster, hands now braced on his shoulders. Moon feels herself near that peak of pleasure, and she gasps, hovering there for just a moment longer.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

His eyes are wide, watching her without blinking. Her eyes are reacting more like one of theirs, and it would fascinate him if he could focus on that. For now, noticing it is an achievement.

He feels her body tightening around him, sees her gasp and falter in her rhythm, stopping just shy of climax. He gives a high groan through his labored breaths, his hands tightening on her hips.

"Go," his rough voice manages through the smile on his lips, "Just go..."