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[bandagedbandit]

[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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[nameissilver]

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.]

[bandagedbandit]

[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.]

[nameissilver]

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

[bandagedbandit]

[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...]

[nameissilver]

[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.]

[bandagedbandit]

[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.]

[nameissilver]

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.]

[bandagedbandit]

[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.]

[nameissilver]

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.]

[bandagedbandit]

[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.]

[nameissilver]

[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]

[bandagedbandit]

[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.]

[nameissilver]

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

Finally figured out a response, orz

[bandagedbandit]

[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.]

[nameissilver]

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

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa snaps to attention immediately.]

Huh? Yeah. I'm fine...

[Despite the fact her speech is a little slurred and she's obviously having trouble keeping her eyes open...]

[nameissilver]

...well...I'm kinda tired. [after what she did for him today he can't bring himself to call her out and snark on her for it] So, um, maybe we could...y'know, go to bed?

[bandagedbandit]

Bed. [Clarissa's head dips involuntarily.] Sure. Whatever. Bed sounds... Yeah.

[Sluggishly, she clambers off of Silver, stumbling when both her feet finally find the floor. Her body feels really heavy.]

[nameissilver]

[Stands up and smiles a little] ...you wanna lean on me or something?

[bandagedbandit]

[She murmurs something that was almost but not quite a no, shaking her head. She totters off towards the bedroom, pushing the door open and stumbling inside, where she immediately starts pulling off her uniform.]

[nameissilver]

[Silver follows her and begins to strip off his own clothes, groaning as he realizes how sweaty and gross they are now.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She kicks off her boots, letting them go in their own wayward directions, before slipping out of her skirt. She leaves her clothes strew in crumpled heaps across the bedroom floor, before finally climbing into bed without bothering change into her night clothes, her knickers the only thing preserving a fraction of her modesty; a sigh escapes her as she burrows under the duvet.]

[nameissilver]

[Normally he'd be ogling her in typical stupid teenage boy fashion, but all he has the energy to do is crawl under the covers next to her. Damn tiredness being catchy.]

[bandagedbandit]

[For some reason now that she's finally in bed Clarissa doesn't feel restful at all, despite her tiredness. A couple of minutes are wasted turning over and flipping the pillow and just generally shuffling around anxiously, before Clarissa finally realises what's amiss.

...It's something she usually only does in her sleep, not that Clarissa ever really notices she does it, but she moves closer to Silver, pressing her body up against his and wrapping her arm tightly around him.]

[nameissilver]

[Silver presses right back against her, something he usually tries to avoid. He's allowing himself this clingy softness just for a while...tomorrow he'll probably be back to his old, cranky self.]