Room 405, Saturday Noon-ish

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Today, Joker was once again indulging his favorite pastime: flying pretend spaceships in pretend battles against people online who might or might not be real, in order to get very real points that contributed to a very real leaderboard which said that -- over the course of the last few hours, anyway -- Joker was the greatest player pilot in the

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[nobloodymessiah]

Eleanor wasn't sure what had convinced her to go shopping yesterday -- other than an invigorating, delightful mood -- but it was a good thing she had. Because otherwise she might not have found a cute new top to wear today, and today felt too special to just show up at Joker's door wearing something he'd already seen her in.

Okay, and she'd put on a bit of lipstick, too. So?

She knocked on the door, fidgeting and hoping he was inside. If he was out somewhere ... if she had to wait to lay eyes on her boyfriend ... she might just die.

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"Hang on," Joker called. He was done with his previous match, anyway, and had been thinking about calling it quits and going to talk to people. He shut everything down and headed over to open the door.

"Well, heyyyy, look at you!" he exclaimed happily, when he saw Eleanor. "What's the occasion?"

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"No occasion," she said. Her cheeks felt warm; it went nicely with the warm glow she had over the rest of her skin. "I just ... wanted to see you. Are you busy? I mean ..."

She leaned against the doorframe, angling her eyes up at him. "I was thinking, we could go on a date," she offered.

It was usually he who asked, but that wasn't written in stone that he had to be the one to ask. She was his girlfriend. She was allowed to want to spend time with him.

And she did. Rather a lot.

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Joker grinned at her. She had no idea how sexy she looked, leaning against the doorframe like that, did she? "That sounds like a wonderful idea. I would love to." He stepped closer to give her a kiss.

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Eleanor leaned down, letting her lips tangle with his. She'd been wanting to do this all morning. Her arms slipped easily around his neck.

"And th-then I was thinking," she added, in a lower voice, "that we should skip the going-out part of the date, and jump right to the ... come-back-to-your-room-and-kiss part."

She couldn't actually believe she'd said that out loud.

[fly_so_serious]

Today was a good day for Joker. It was a great day for Joker. He leaned into the kiss eagerly, devouring her lips hungrily. It was awkward, with his crutches in the way, and as much as he loved her arms around his neck they made it harder for him to support his weight on her. He took a step back, and gestured her inward, toward his bed. "Now, that? Sounds perfect. My Lady, enter."

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If he was stepping back, then she was going to shut the door behind her. Should she lock it? No. No one was going to enter it without knocking.

They always ended up on the bed when kissing; it was a wonderful place to sprawl out and really enjoy one's self. So her heart wasn't thudding more than its anticipatory usual as she followed him over to sit on the edge of it.

Could they be kissing again? She couldn't get enough of that today. It was like she was addicted to his mouth, to his hands on her, to leaning over and stealing his breath away.

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Yes, they could be kissing again. More. A lot more. Joker was addicted to her mouth, to her hands on him, to leaning over and stealing her breath away... But then, for him that wasn't exactly unusual.

He settled onto the bed next to her and set his crutches on the floor. Now he could wrap his arms around her, he could pull her close instead of being hunched over awkwardly with too much space between them, he could put a hand on her chin and pull her mouth to his. There needed to be so much more kissing.

[nobloodymessiah]

It was so much easier once he sat down; she was less afraid of leaning wrong, of pressing her weight here or there by accident and snapping something deep inside of him.

And then his hand was on her face and she was nuzzling in against him, and there wasn't any air. There didn't need to be. She angled her face against his, deepening the kiss, needing more and now with a greater feeling of urgency than she'd ever had before.

Those feelings were usually flutterings, deep in her stomach; today it was as if every last butterfly was a condor, and all were flapping their gigantic wings in one perfect rhythm. If a single butterfly could cause a tornado, she couldn't imagine what this mighty flock of birds might do. Earthquakes? Avalanches? Tsunamis?

Maybe it was one of those that tipped them over.

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Of course it wasn't an earthquake, or a tsunami. Joker was a pilot. When the ground shifted beneath his feet, it was turbulence. A thunderstorm, or a hurricane.

Regardless, they tipped back, and he was blown away. "What got into you?" he asked with a grin, before diving back in for more kissing. "Not that I'm complaining. I am so not complaining."

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But tsunamis swelled up from disturbances down in the ocean depths, rising from the deep to conquer the surface.

"I ... I don't know," Eleanor laughed, a touch sheepishly. "I just ... woke up this morning and thought I should be kissing you. I think that many mornings; I just don't typically ... follow through with it."

She leaned in to nip at his lower lip, then his upper, kissing her way into his mouth. "Seems like I ought to."

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Joker yielded to her, as her lips and her tongue sent shivers down his spine. Then, never one to enjoy not being in control, he rolled them over so that he was above her, and shifted the kiss so that he was probing her mouth with his tongue, so that he was nipping her lips, so that he was the one kissing her. "You should. You so should. Anytime you feel like kissing, you let me know, 'kay? 'Cause I am all about that."

[nobloodymessiah]

"All right," Eleanor said, nodding mock-seriously. "I feel like kissing you ... now." She pressed her lips against his jaw. "And now." And against his cheek. "And ... right about now."

For this one, she was going to dive in, her tongue teasing against his as she wriggled under him. It usually took some kissing for her to lose herself and become this wanton; today, all those desires seemed to be taking the wheel.

Her fingers grazed down his back, tangling in the edge of his shirt, finding a trace of skin beneath. Odd, how shocking skin felt against her fingertips. Did she gasp, or did he?

[fly_so_serious]

It must have been her, because the sound Joker was making was more of a contented purr. He was thoroughly enjoying this.

After some time enjoying the kissing, he rolled back off of her so he could sit up. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and started tugging it upward -- stopping just long enough that he could try to gauge if she was going to freak for some reason. "Did you want this off? 'Cause this can definitely come off."

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"I do," she said, with an insistent nod. She was less going to 'freak out' and more 'reach up and help,' for what that was worth. She'd been so nervous at the outset, but now -- here -- the deeper the water got, the less she seemed to mind. But then, it wasn't like she could drown.

Her fingers were already exploring the skin of his bare torso, and she shivered at how shockingly intimate this felt. It only made her crave more. He needed to lay back down, next to her, over her, with her. Did he feel that, too? The deep urgency of it?

[fly_so_serious]

Joker always felt the deep urgency of it. With her, with other girls, sometimes with rocks... Well, okay, no, not really, but he was a teenage boy, okay?

He tossed the shirt off the bed without caring where it went. He wasn't sure when his cap had fallen off, but he saw it lying on the bed and tossed it across the room, too.

He dove back in for another kiss, letting the storm sweep him where it would. And if his fingers started gingerly exploring her torso -- over the shirt, of course -- well, that was just what felt like it came next.