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[Silver hadn't come home.

That was how it had started. Clarissa hadn't been worried. Annoyed? Yes. The nerve of it, Silver disappearing early morning and not letting her know that he was going to be out for hours. Surely it was just courteous to let the person you lived with know if you wouldn't be coming home, right? She had stewed on it and quickly forgotten about it again, going on with her own damn day. It wasn't until it began to get late and Silver wouldn't pick up her calls on his PokeGear that Clarissa began to...not even worry, not yet. No, she just grew angrier and more impatient...until she got the call.

A ransom note, that's what the Grunts had to show her when had she reached base, out of breath from running and demanding to know the situation. That's when concern kicked in. Not just concern, either. Panic. With the Executives MIA and nor the time nor the patience to sit around and play hostage politics Clarissa had ordered her Grunts to her and they had set out. It would be against anyone else's best interests, but with the knot of rage and panic in her stomach Clarissa isn't willing to do anything but tear whoever took the heir— Silver apart.

...Mercifully their opposition is a manageable one. A slapdash gang of rogue trainers-come-bounty hunters. Potentially a force to be wary of...but not a patch on bona fide Team like Rocket, as hoped. Unorganised petty thugs who don't know their damn place... Clarissa sees their members falling to her Team's numbers and brutality as she tears through the run-down network of below-ground corridors as she searches desperately for Silver. The floor shakes with explosions from other areas of the building as this small portion of Team Rocket puts the teams ridiculous supply of Electrodes and Voltorbs to use as retribution for this group's insult against theirs. Normally she would love to join in with the carnage but right now all she can focus on is finding Silver, pelting through the building and taking-out any members she runs into on the way with Blastoise and Clefairy.]

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[He welcomes it, wrapping his own arms around her, trying to keep her close.]

[In response she'll move the arm she was using to support herself, slipping her hand under Silver to rest on his back — she's not going anywhere, Silver, don't worry. This change in position means putting her weight on him after all, but she's careful as she does — she doesn't know whether Silver sustained any other minor injuries today. She continues to kiss him, pleased to have him so close, and safe, finally.]

[He doesn't mind that much, it was just a few bruises here and there and it's not like she weighs that much. He moans a little into the kiss.]

[As always, getting a moan out of Silver encourages Clarissa to go that little bit further; while she won't admit to it she loves getting a sign that she's doing it right, that Silver's enjoying what she does to him. ...Plus it's just damn hot, okay.

She holds onto him more closely and deepens the kiss, pressing her tongue partway into his mouth with a sigh of her own. The hand that had previously been cupping Silver's face moves to get lost in his red hair again, her fingertips brushing against the back of Silver's neck.]

[And he gives in completely, pushing his own tongue into her mouth with another small moan. His hand catches in her hair, toying with the messy blonde strands]

[She ups the pace of the kisses and ventures her tongue further into Silver's mouth before dragging it firmly against his. The heat and intimacy of the kiss is intense; Clarissa's breathing comes in hot, shallow gasps, and she punctuates the kisses with occasional moans. Her fingers wind into and tighten in Silver's hair, tight enough to create some tension but unlikely pulling enough to hurt.]

[Silver's other hand clutches at the fabric of her shirt, pulling close, as if he's afraid one of them might disappear. His tongue wrestles slightly with hers as he battles for control of the kiss, beginning to feel like himself again.]

[As good as it is to receive a hint that Silver's usual defiant self might be returning, Clarissa's not going to let him win over control that easily, not just yet. She keeps her tongue moving firmly and insistently against his, using her advantage over that fistful of red hair to tilt Silver's head back so she can thrust just that little bit further into his mouth. One of her legs is still between his — movement is a little tricky in this position, but she manages to rub her thigh against him a bit, pushing against him.]

[Oh, that felt nice. Silver moans sharply against her mouth, his hormones beginning to stir a little...even if he doesn't win the battle for dominance, knowing he can fight her for it again is a VERY good feeling.]

[Clarissa can't help her mouth curving into wicked grin against Silver's at the reaction she got out of him, before she plunges back into the kiss. She repeats the movement with her thigh, firmer this time, her chest heaving against Silver's as the feelings of control and the increase in reaction from Silver make her own hormones react. She continues to grind against him, hoping to provoke another of those thrilling moans from him.]

Mmm-! [Damn it, she's driving him crazy in the best way, and the feeling of her chest pressed against his is just making it worse...or better. Either way he wants more, the day's events already forgotten. The part of him that hates being so easily comforted by makeouts is being quiet...for now.]

[Mm, yes, that's just perfect. Clarissa gives a pleased little shudder. If she were able to bring herself to consider anything other than getting a rise out of Silver, she'd be hoping that the side of him that hates this will stay quiet...she's enjoying this too much. It's reluctant, but she eventually breaks off the kiss, finally drawing her lips away from Silver's. She ducks her head down and pulls her hot wet tongue against Silver's neck, right in the soft delicate area below his jawline, before latching on to the dampened skin and kissing it roughly.]

[Silver hisses in pleasure before crying out; his neck is an extremely sensitive place.] D-damn...!

[Oh, she knows. That's why she always aims for it. Clarissa traverses across Silver's neck one hard kiss at a time, sucking and biting the most sensitive areas she knows he likes the best. Hopefully she's making him feel good enough not to worry about all the purple-bruised love-bites he's going to have by tomorrow...]

[Fortunately his collar is high enough to hide pretty much all of them. So he'll just rub up against her more, moaning and grasping at her hair with his fingers.]

[That moaning, the way he's rubbing against her— the rush of this just keeps growing more intense for Clarissa, and while she's the one being so attentive to Silver she's getting as much out of this as he is. Her increased heart rate and the force of her kisses are making her lips begin to throb as she attacks the soft flesh just above Silver's collarbone, gasping between each nip and kiss, her breathing becoming more fevered.]

Aah-! [He hates himself for letting her bring him to such a weak, needy point, but damn if it doesn't feel good after all he's been through today.]

[It's probably about to start feeling even better, too. Clarissa's got to do something to alleviate the intense aching she's feeling. Her mouth still latched to Silver's neck in frenzied kisses, she moves her leg out from between his so that both of her legs are either side of his. She lets go of Silver's hair, half realising that she's been clinging to it for all this time and hitches her skirt up part-way, before grinding against him, hard, her desperate moan only slightly muffled by the kisses.]

Ngh-!! [His breathing's coming in short pants now as he nervously moves his free hand to her chest, not quite groping but nervously resting there.]

[She leans into the touch before taking Silver by the wrist and guiding his hand, pressing it closer against herself — to let him know it's okay for him to touch her. She keeps her hips bumping and grinding against his, the intense friction between the two of them making her pant and gasp.]

[He does just that, albeit nervously. A woman's body is still a totally new thing for him...he moans as she continues to grind against him, squeezing and stroking the softness beneath his fingers]

[Her breathing hitches and she presses further into the touch with a sigh — that's right, Silver, do it just like that. She finally draws her mouth away from Silver's neck, trailing her lips back up to his mouth and kissing him properly again; she keeps the kisses shallow, nibbling and sucking on Silver's bottom lip. To be honest, she's getting kind of tired...she doesn't even know what time it must be right now, but it's just so good to have Silver back that she doesn't want to break off from him just yet.]

[His touch becomes slightly more confident, fingers caressing the covered swell beneath them. Everything else is forgotten, all he can concentrate on is her.]

[Unfortunately, Clarissa is becoming less able to concentrate as time drags on. While fear and adrenaline had been keeping her going through the earlier trials of the night and relief-driven lust for Silver has been keeping her on a high until now, how worn down she really is has finally begun to catch up with her. She lulls over him, her kissing slowed and clumsy.]

[It takes him a few minutes to realize this, pulling back when he does] You okay...?

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Finally figured out a response, orz

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