Heyyyyyy i got this from chapter 8 of 8ucky8arnes' "Stars on Our Knuckles" btw i HIGHLY RECOMMEND reading every chapter of that. Its just a bunch of TB drabbles and i live for it.

He could see she was getting frustrated.

Every time they were alone in a room together he would somehow evade her, quickly changing directions so that he isn't stuck under her piercing gaze.

It wasn't that he didn't want to have sex. But he had his reasons.

She had been signaling that she wanted to be intimate and he felt happy, honored that she trusted herself with him enough to want to go to that next step. He was almost giddy at the idea. But the actual doing is what stumped him.

He was definitely not a stranger to sex. He's been intimate with people before. But this was her. This was Clarice. She wasn't other people. She's everything.

And that's why he couldn't mess this up.

Restraint. Control. Push forward.

That's what he's got to do.

Easier said than done.

He could see the look in her eyes. His avoiding her was getting harder and harder on the both of them. He was usually the one out of the two of them to address an issue they've been dancing around as soon as possible before it got out of hand. Her having certain trust issues made her choose to ignore things that were hard to talk about. But the tables have turned now, and for some reason, he felt the need to keep it that way.

But when she corners him in his makeshift office with her arms crossed and a hard look in her eyes, he knew he wasn't getting out of it now.

He gave a nervous smile and tried to sidestep her but she merely turned to close the door and faced him with a look of sheer determination.

"What the hell is going on with you?" She questioned.

Straight to the point. Like she always is.

"Um. Nothing?"

She raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips.

"You've been avoiding me," She held up a hand before he could respond. "And don't try to deny it because I know."

He didn't meet her eyes and sighed.

"Look, Clare, I've got a lot of work to do, so could I just-"

"Seriously?" Her eyes lost their intensity, changing from frustration to confusion and hurt.

Damn.

He didn't really think about how this would affect her. They've talked about her fear of abandonment, her fear of being alone, of being hurt again. Maybe he was going about this all wrong.

"Did I...I mean-did something happen? Did I do something or-"

"No," he said firmly, "No, you didn't do anything. It's me. I'm being stupid."

The crinkle between eyebrows grew deeper in confusion as she walked around him to face the desk cluttered with blueprints and strategic plans.

"Well, I know you're being stupid." She stated matter-of-factly when she turned back to face him, "I just want to know why."

He stared at her before she started to shuffle on the balls of her feet.

"I don't want to push you, John. If this, if I make you uncomfortable just tell me-"

Clarice was cut off by John pushing her firmly against the edge of the desk. His hands landed on her hips as he pressed his front close to hers. They met eyes before John sighed once again lowered his head to see his hand moving to hold hers.

"I…" He paused for a moment, "Ever since my mutation manifested, I've had to learn restraint. Any little thing, any strong emotion could set it off. I have to remember to stay calm. I can't let my emotions get out of hand. Knowing what I could do, who I could hurt, it helped me gain control."

He lifted his head only to rest it against hers, his eyes closed.

"When I'm with you, I don't have to think about all of that. Who I'm protecting, staying calm, restraint. It's like...you're the only other person in the world. You're all I think about."

Clarice had her eyes open to look at him while he spoke to her. She would never get used to the adoration in his voice when he spoke to her. Or about her. Or anything remotely related to her.

"You don't make me uncomfortable," He shook his head against hers. "You make me so comfortable that...I'm afraid of what I'll do when there's nothing holding me back."

She doesn't say anything so he continued.

"I can't lose control with you, Clarice. I won't. And I love you so much, I just...I don't want to hurt you."

He opened his eyes to see her mouth strained from holding back a smile, her shoulders shaking lightly. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her incredulously.

"I'm sorry," She laughed, "Man, I'm sorry. So, you're saying that you don't want to hurt me during sex? I love you babe but sometimes you are just the dumbest person ever."

Now it was his turn to be confused.

"Come on, John. You may have tough skin and super strength but you are such a fucking softie, it's adorable."

She gathered his face up in her hands.

"Restraint or not. You would never hurt me. I know you would never hurt me. And I know you know that too." She slid her arms to wrap over his shoulders and around his neck. "And if you don't, then I can enforce it for the both of us. We can do this whenever you're ready. I'm not going anywhere."

She pulled lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Plus, you could learn to let go every once in a while. Thunderbird."

John smirked, looking up and resting his hands on her forearms. "You know, I used to be the one to tell you that."

She smirked back. "Oh, how the tables have turned."

She leaned in to place a kiss on his lips which he returned immediately. Sighing into the kiss, Clarice's hands slid up into John's hair and ran fingers through the soft tendrils. She smirked when he stepped closer into her space, pushing her further onto the desk until she was forced to sit on the surface and spread her legs to make room for him. That's it. Let go.

Her hands roamed in his hair as she deepened the kiss, eliciting a groan from him when her tongue brushed against his. Items rattled slightly on the desk as John's hips rolled into Clarice's after she gave a hard tug at the roots of his hair. His hair always was a major soft spot for him. She broke from his lips and pressed a kiss to the spot behind his ear with a breathy laugh.

"Don't seem too worried, now, Thunderbird," she breathed into his ear, earning another groan from him and a squeeze at her hips.

His mouth was dry as he cleared his to try to regain his composure. "Maybe we should, wow," She bit lightly at his earlobe, "We should probably go to our room."

Clarice let out a sultry chuckle and placed a kiss on his cheek with a loud smack. She hopped off the desk and walked past John to the door before turning around with a wide grin. She pulled her hands apart, opening a portal with little resistance.

"Race you there." She winked and hopped through.

John shook his head and quickly walked out of the office to meet her there.

Ive been trying to do more from Johns perspective sooooo hope you enjoy