what had started out as a sparring session had quickly transformed into something the redhead wasn't prepared for, given their relationship as it stands. teasing and tempting with words, matched with half-powered kicks and punches ; it's no surprise that claire and jill wind up in this position, claire on her back with her hands pinned beside her head, the other woman's digits wrapped around her wrists, and the both of them in a very compromising position. both their chests heaving slightly, with smirks on their lips ; claire certainly hasn't been in this close proximity with jill in a long time, she knows it's been ... a while, maybe years - hard to tell when days blur by and the alcohol helps numb the pain.
' c'mon, do i really have to beg to let me up? '
' oh, i'm definitely gonna make you beg for it ... '
mouth goes dry and she licks her lips slightly, looking up at jill with slightly widened eyes. occasionally, there's slip ups, accidents where they begin to fall back into that rhythm - only to quickly break the habit once again, but this wasn't one of those times, that much was clear. it was only recent that those moments were no longer few and far between, shrouded in subtlty, unlike this - intentions so clear, especially with the way one of jill's hands lets go of a wrist slowly and drags the tips of her fingers along claire's skin, sending shivers along her body in it's wake. ' and how're you going to do that? ' the redhead manages to ask, licking her lips once again.
there's a pause and jill doesn't speak, just continues to move that hand at a snail's pace, until it's cupping her side so gently, so familiar, that claire can't help the shiver of a gasp that escapes. she knows that was the reaction she was waiting for, in the way that smirk of hers grew and her touch became more solid against her ribs, just a hair's breath away from underneath her breast. silent treatment, huh? so, claire arches her back ever so slightly, and jill knows her so well as that hand moves further, right where the redhead craves.
her hand cups her breast gently and there's a small sigh of relief, pent up from the years without her touch, without her being close like this. even if it's only for this brief moment, claire so desperately wants it to stay forever. it's in the way her hand moves and digits squeeze ever so slightly that has the woman melting underneath her so easily, the other hand still to the side of her head shifting downwards just enough to catch jill's and allow their fingers to intertwine. and then claire's breath gets caught in her throat when she feels lips upon hers and she has to squeeze her eyes shut to try and will away the tears that well. hands grasp slightly tighter, claire's free hand reaching to cup the back of jill's neck and keep her there, keep her here, don't let her go. let them be selfish, let them live in this moment.
it's a kiss that's filled with regret, wanting to make things right, and desperation to satiate their needs for however long it may need. claire leans in, deepening the kiss as a leg hooks around one of jill's and pulls her in, pulls her closer, bodies pressed up against one another, fitting so perfectly - missing piece of a puzzle. and then it ends just as quick as it all happened, the other woman pulling back, letting go and straightening up, but still that smirk on her face. ' let's go. '
despite how quickly it ended and how empty she suddenly feels once again, something tells claire she won't have to wait long for the next moment.