It Kinda Turns Me On

I just thought something around here should have a soul. Indie Cameron Howe from AMC's Halt and Catch Fire. Mun/Muse 18+

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S M A S H    the machine [Season 2 of Halt and Catch Fire premieres Sun., May 31st]

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Fine.

( Joe hikes her weight further up onto his hips after he manages to steady himself, Cameron’s eager nature nothing but palpable with her hips grinding, fingers pulling, drawing low gasps & small grunts from his throat. He fishes his wallet from his pants pocket to fish out a condom, clumsily letting the belonging he’d been so adamant on getting back before fall to the floor. Cameron’s on a single track, determined to reach a particular goal and Joe is willing to fulfill it with her. )

        ( He drops her to the floor carefully, only long enough to properly undo his pants along with hers, Joe’s hands working swiftly, finding the swell of her hips and pressing his thumbs into the dip above her waistline. He considers turning her around, barely giving her time to brace herself before he TAKES her. The idea of lifting her back up & watching Cameron unwind against the door crosses his mind too before Joe decides on something different.                                     Joe descends to his knees, taking her pants and underwear with him, fingers hooked into the clothing to ease it to the floor. He abandons the condom, his now free hand sliding back up her calf, clasping under the knee to lift it. He settles her bent leg over his shoulder, mouth latching to her inner thigh with VIGOR. His eyes flicker  upwards before sliding, lips on their own definite path before reaching her core with a  wanton hum. ) 

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Joe --

[ He’s slipped from her grip before she can stop him, although by the time he’s settled, she’s sure she wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. There’s a rhythm to code, a pattern to it, that’s easy to understand. She forgets sometimes that people have the same rhythm, until her heart speeds up and drowns everything else out.

                                           That --                                                That was what she needed.

To clear everything else out until she found a rhythm again, settling into her own hectic heartbeat, instead of into the chaos in her head.  It was much easier like this, with his lips against her skin. And it didn’t have to be him, but god -- he did it so well, and he more than matched her pace. She wouldn’t admit she was growing attached -- but she was. ]

             [ Her head hits the back of the door with a dull thud, and she leaves it there, resting against the cooler metal while her body heat steadily rises. It wasn’t what she’d have expected from him -- but when had he ever done what she expected. And the door is shut, and she doesn’t care about the noise, but she bites back a moan nonetheless, shoulders arching away from the door while she finds her balance. Pressing her heel into his back, her fingers quickly find his hair, and grip -- 

                              She doesn’t mean to tug, the action is nearly involuntary. The moment his lips move, she’s lost, hips pushing towards him with a desperate need for satisfaction. And she’s released her grip a moment later in favor of carding her fingers through his hair, breath heavy with need she more than invited. ] 

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( Her body bows towards his and Joe’s hand slides to the slice of creamy flesh where her tank top rides up at her torso, presumably un-tucked from previous frustrations, but all the better for his own accessibility.         The curved small of her back is traversed by calloused fingertips, and he follows the arc of her spine until Joe’s hand can splay between her shoulder blades. He ducks his head to crash their lips together, his breath releasing in a low hiss, knee pressing between her legs to spread her thighs apart. ) 

( Another breath. He takes a moment to pry their lips apart and eye her up properly before his hands descend to pick her up from the floor to wrap Cameron’s legs around his waist, the door a perfect place to distribute the majority of her weight while he latched his lips to her collarbone, fingers pressing into her hips. )

Better?

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[ It’s incredible, how he makes her skin buzz just  by being close. Her head is filled with noise all the time; ideas, numbers, codes -- but when he touches her, it all goes silent. His fingers against her skin  makes the world go silent, just for a moment. It’s always what she needs -- silence gives way to  thoughts reformed. She’s always found code easy and people hard -- people were chaotic, code was not --

                      --But this. This was simple. This made                       her blood pump, heart pounding in her                       ears when his lips meet hers, and all at                       once she wants every piece of him she                       can get, pushing her hips roughly into                       his as he lifts her. ] 

[ By the time her legs are around his waist, she can’t think, and she doesn’t care to, nimble fingers threading up through his hair to give it an unrelenting tug. But he speaks up, and she sighs heavily, adjusting herself against the door until  she feels she can safely release her grip in favor of once more letting her hands find their way to his belt. ]

--Are we gonna do this,                  or are we just gonna talk....

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( He’d already risen from his seat when she turned around, shucking his suit jacket from his shoulders, chin lifting   &   his eyes darkening, head bobbing minutely with a nod. )

It’ll do.

( Joe’s jacket was abandoned on his seat, and he crossed the corridor between them, crowding her space slowly. Marauding his territory,           his hands clasped swiftly around her wrists,  pinning them above her head against the door     &     allowing the position to breathe. )

━━ Still feel stuck?

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[ She almost bit her lip, shifting minutely on her feet as she watched him stride across the room. She doesn’t though, distracted too quickly by the shiver that shoots up her spine as he backs her into the cool metal door. 

It always feels like a power struggle with Joe, one she doesn’t normally give in to, she sees no reason to play his games -- but she thrives off of it when it’s directed towards her. Its like stepping out of shelter and into a storm -- it makes her nerves fire all at once --

                                   And it’s enough to take her mind                                    off coding, at least for a minute. ]

[ Lifting her chin, she catches his eye as a smirk spreads across her face and she arches her back against the door.  Maybe she likes it too much when he pushes her buttons. ]

--I think you’ll have to try a little harder, Joe. 

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         “--Just,                 shut up,                  I’ve almost got it.”

Maybe it’s because she hasn’t slept in two days, or maybe it’s because she  threw up her last cup of coffee, and  she’s starting to shake -- or maybe it’s just because she’s focused, like she’d like to say -- but she’s starting to feel like she’s been 

                                   repeating herself. 

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“Cameron’s vision for that company was for it to be a subscription service for people to play games on a privately-hosted network. When we parachute into season 2, that has become a reality. On the character level, this will be a wonderfully female-dominated storyline. They’re going to be in this partnership that we just don’t see very often and they’re also going to be at the beginning of the proto-Internet.”

I just wept. 

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( There it was. ❛ Stuck. ❜ ) Not like there’s much of a difference━━ ( Although, ❛ stuck ❜ did imply a way out, while   ❛ stalled ❜   held promise of hours  stranded out of the highway, miles of dust and debris. Her hands found his belt with such familiarity that it almost threw him for a loop. Instead, he responded with a sharp flick of his wrist to close his hands over hers. )

━━━Go lock the door.

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There’s a difference for me ...

[ Pausing when his hands found hers,  she nearly laughed, looking down at  him with a wrinkled nose and a raised set of eyebrows. ] 

                 --What, you’re worried someone other than                  you is actually gonna come down here for once?

[ Still -- she sighed roughly a moment later and climbed back off of his chair, striding to lock the door. She hardly felt any shame in it. It wasn’t like people weren’t already talking. But -- he’d asked. And she wasn’t in a position to decline. Turning back back against it, she pressed her lips into a line and glanced at him again. ] 

                                  --Happy? 

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( He shut up.   At least, long enough for his dress shoes to    click with each resounding step he took   across the cement floor over to another    seat, settling himself in it, legs sprawled,   head cocked thoughtfully. Joe eyes her back,   shoulders drawn taut, post-strike━━━   post-confession. ) I think you needed to hear it. If I can help you, I will.

What do you want from me?

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You’re so full of shit, Joe.

[ The moment of silence that passes as she stares at him is thick. And her heart is beating too heavily in her chest to let her focus on anything other than how much he pisses her off -- and for a second she not sure if she wants to shove him backwards out of his chair or screw him --

                                          --because honestly the  sudden spark of anger does little else but get her blood flowing. And if she was already too heated than she might as well embrace it, climbing out  of her chair and pacing to his. Placing her knees between his open ones, she huffs sharply and  reaches to tug roughly at his belt. ] 

                                      I’m not stalled, I’m stuck.....

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And when Cameron’s working, she’s on her own little island, right? No breaks, no food━━ just you   &   your work. Except you’re STALLED.

( He drills her until he reaches nerve because he knows years of being underestimated have closed her off.       Locked down potential that  yearns to reach the surface and flourish. ) What is it? Are you tired? Hungry? ━━━━ Frustrated?

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Yes, because I’m sure everyone up in the office would be such a help with their  staplers and office dress codes. 

                 --And I’m not stalled.

[ If she hadn’t been on the verge of lashing out before, she was now. And somewhere deep in her chest, there’s a shift, and a snap. She’s pushed the clutter from her desk before she’s caught up with herself, and slammed her hand down against the metal top -- intending it to hurt, at least for a moment. ] 

--I’m frustrated, alright? Is that what you want to hear? Is that why you won’t just leave and go  back upstairs to your crack team that you don’t have to babysit? 

                         -------either do something to help,                                                          or shut up. Christ....

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