o1 ⚔ i got no secrets i got no friends

[bangitybang]

Characters: Janus Lefevre & you
Summary: Closed and open threads for Janus, which I'm starting now ALTHOUGH I PRObably can't tag back til next week. An erstwhile murderer goes about their business in a post-apocalyptic world, such as picking people up at the bar and eating cookies. It's fine.
Date(s): August & September 2017
Warnings/Notes: Possibly some sexual stuff, non-graphic references to violence



open { bar;

[in the past few years, janus has learned a thing or two about being a person, doing regular person things, like for example the time-honored tradition of kind of sort of maybe picking someone up at a bar. making friends. contributing through some mystical means to the defense of a refugee city outflung in the reaches beyond the multiversal apocalypse. you know, the usual.

janus is at the citadel tonight. though defense systems and mysterious laboratories may take up much of the building, the lounge still has its cheesy music and dance floor and opulent indoor forest. it's a little weird, but then again, so is janus— a shadw under 6', muscular, dressed all in black, without enough facial expressions, quiet as a shadow until they abruptly appear at one's elbow.]

Allow me to buy you a drink. [a beat. they remember that things in xistentia are in general free-- the booze at this bar, especially.] Or make you one. I'm very exact with measurements. Goldilocks' ideal partner, once she's legal.

[look. a few years ago, they were a lot less smooth than this.]

open { misc! weird stalking;

[it's not that janus is following anyone specifically, they just have a habit of watching people wherever they're at. it's surveillance. it's tactical.

so maybe that ends up being you, going for a cup of coffee in the morning or helping to move produce to a grocery store one afternoon, building a shed for the new crop or teaching or preparing defenses. whatever you're doing, it's the weight of an indiscreet stare that pulls your attention. the young man looks both a million miles away and weirdly intense, like a hawk focusing a teeny tiny field mouse from a mile away.

but if you but look at them, janus stiffens and then looks apologetic, looking away and then back again, unsure if the formality of an apology would make the offense worse or better. murder is a lot easier than this, u no u no]

closed to team oreo (rafa, arthur, era) { teeeeam oreoooo;

Hello, this is Janus

[you remember. the stilted young man from the internet, who boasted a truly incredible ability.]

I have come into possession of Oreo cookies or a reasonable facsimile thereof
Please let me know when you are available and where to meet you, as I would like to share this bounty
:D

[:D]

Comments

[bangitybang]

[forgiven? the opportunity to find forgiveness. janus is immediately interested, ducking their head down, a flash of a smile through their fallen hair. their next kiss skims the rift between her breasts, and then they nudge a pink nipple with their nose, a little playfully, but eager to redeem themselves!! truly. they venture on down.

down her navel, to the mound of blond curls and flushed skin below. they mouth her wrist bones for a moment, then blow a raspberry on the heel of her hand, insisting that she give them space. a freckled shoulder comes up under her thigh, hiking her knee up over. they aren't disturbed by the concept of tasting themself. not even a little.]

Gamble to win, ma'am.

[yeah, janus is a ridiculous person.

and she's like wet silk down here, runoff that's nearly savory. they slip their tongue in deep, plying into the pink folds, flattening them out to nearly spreading in the gap of her thighs.]

[hasitsthorns]

[ How is she to argue with that enthusiasm? Not that she was planning but she's glad that they're game. Rose laughs at the burst of air on her hand, at the cheesy line that follows soon after.

Ridiculous they may be, but also- Determined. It's going to go a long way. ]

Ah- [ she says, a twitch of her hips towards the touch of their tongue. The hand that they'd dismissed goes now instead to twine through the dark strands of their hair. The other clasps at the sheets, bunching it tightly between her fingers as she lets out another squeaky, pleased noise.

Muscles tighten reflexively against the way pleasure starts to crescendo. She'd already been a decent way there so Janus won't have to work too hard to fall back into Rose's good graces. Not that they were out of them to begin with but, y'know. Details. Redemption and reclamation of their pride is likely closer than they think. ]

[bangitybang]

[as black marks go, janus' record carries considerably worse than failing to get a woman to orgasm before they do. murder-shaped marks. betrayal-shaped marks. the kinds of marks that you leave on someone who'll never forget or forgive you.

the kind that you can hide from, in the warm, lush sanctity of a woman's body, if you're a little bit of a coward in the privacy of your mind. and what warrior doesn't need a break sometimes? janus licks her and squeezes her hip, following the hitch and gasp of her voice by questing deeper with their tongue, running their knuckles casually along the inside of her thigh -- and then their short fingernails up the outside of it.

she's smooth and lovely. they never got into the playful humor in humming the alphabet song or shaping the letters with their tongue, or maybe they would. instead, there's a sporadic mm, a puff of warm air between her legs. a glance up the taut plane of her belly, checking on the jump of her navel and the rise of her breasts.]

[hasitsthorns]

[ This warrior needs breaks too. Though she might take perhaps too many. Enough that she'd get fired from life if such a thing were possible. Rose wouldn't say she uses other people's bodies as escapes, but- Maybe she does, a little. It's so hard not to though when they feel so warm and real against her and make her feel wanted in ways she's never known. When Janus' tongue plunges further into her and she shivers from the surge of pleasure it brings.

While Janus doesn't spell out what they're doing, they don't need to. A slight jump and roll of her hips along with a tightening grip on their hair is enough to signal that they've struck just right that that hunter's accuracy. Rose rolls up a little, body at a V-angle as her pleading noises hit a couple octaves higher. There's also suddenly a gratuitous amount of them. Actual verbal confirmation- ] Right-

[ 'there,' is what she was going to say. Instead she winds up even tighter, a squeaky sound of approval. Gods, she's so close. Hopefully, their jaw isn't getting too sore to carry on just a bit more. ]

[bangitybang]

[janus has always had a knack for following instructions. the clearer and more coherent, the better. 'right there,' while lacking some of the step-by-step specificity that they like, is pretty evocative. they know what they should be doing, and what they should be doing more of.

so their tongue ropes out further, far enough that they can feel the pull at the back of their throat and the slick wet pink hot ridges in her body run up against the texture of it. and then they pump a little harder, finding a wet rhythm that would have been rough if their mouth had the same velocity to it as their cock, but in absence of that it's--

good, to feel the electric heat and the thickening want in her, a veritable flood of moisture and flavor, just this side of savory, just a shade too close to the spit in their own mouth to feel anything but organic. it doesn't bother them, to find a trace of her inside them. they touch her thigh, urging her to do what her body asks.]

[hasitsthorns]

[ The woman isn't prone to swearing. Not anymore, not since the nineties where she was in with the very wrong crowd of people. Not since she'd known roadie rocker Roxanne and her life had changed for the better. Yet, the pleasure welling up can only be summarized neatly with a breathless- ] Fuck.

[ Tighter and tighter still she's wound, keen high-pitched noises amping up in regularity and intensity. A cacophony of sex sounds spilling from her lips until a singular one louder than those before it is punched from her throat. Her body trembles, knuckles white from the unintentional tightening of their grip. Sorry, Janus, she didn't mean to pull their hair so hard.

It rolls through her in waves, warm and for Janus rather wet. There's still a slight shake and tingle in her limbs even as she comes down gradually from orgasmic high. It was definitely worth the wait, she thinks, as she exhales slowly, head tilting down to look at Janus with a grin through a handful of blond curls. ]

Dude, that was awesome.

steering toward fade <3

[bangitybang]

[aaaaaaaaaaaaatheir hair.

aa aaa but

but, honestly, it's worth it. to hear her keen, to feel her shudder and shake and into orgasm she quakes. it cuts apart the uncertainty they'd felt abruptly, all at once, and leaves behind easy triumph. they did it. their eyes flick upward and crinkle over the taut horizon of her belly.

they push themself up in a moment, freckled arms moving their own weight easily, agilely.]

Thanks, [they tell her.] Dude. We should probably get hydrated.

&fade

[hasitsthorns]

[ It's very lovely hair, Janus. Almost perfect for pulling. If they had enjoyed it, she might have entertained the idea of doing it again but... Since they don't seem to, she'll just shelve that idea. Besides, it's not like she doesn't have a plethora of other inappropriate thoughts stored away for the right times. Later, she thinks. She hopes. This was fun enough that she'd like to allow herself to wish for a second encounter, at least. ]

That's not actually a bad idea, [ she agrees, smiling at their care. It's cute. Nice. She hadn't known what to expect but is happy to know they're not the type to hit and run. They do, in fact, get dressed and hydrated and go their separate ways at the evening's end with one last kiss from the road.

Rose remembers a time when this wasn't quite so easy. She's glad that it's far behind her now though. ]