[ But she doesn't like it at all. In fact she thinks it's a terrible end result.
He's so still, under her hands, and somehow it just makes her more aware of him right there next to her, the potential of the next space of time. It's all in the handling of it, and she's still on semi shaky ground because she hasn't tried to do this when they're both this frustrated. Last time she'd had the advantage of a clear head and forethought, but right now she's figuring it out as she goes. ] I do know that. [ It's quiet but no less sure, his continued antagonism fairly expected. ] You'll see. [ A certainty, the way she says it, as if of course he's going to say yes. ]
He's so still, under her hands, and somehow it just makes her more aware of him right there next to her, the potential of the next space of time. It's all in the handling of it, and she's still on semi shaky ground because she hasn't tried to do this when they're both this frustrated. Last time she'd had the advantage of a clear head and forethought, but right now she's figuring it out as she goes. ] I do know that. [ It's quiet but no less sure, his continued antagonism fairly expected. ] You'll see. [ A certainty, the way she says it, as if of course he's going to say yes. ]
[ She watches him as he does, just sort of drinking in his presence because she's starved for care, for the concept of people giving a damn whether she's hurt beyond her tactical usefulness in that moment. It's so strange to have him here, but it's pretty much wonderful too. ] They were uglier compared to you, but mostly they were just jackasses. Or didn't have any training.
[ More often than he'd like. Less often than the public image would imply. Tony Stark is the consummate extravert, but he needs an awful lot of alone time either way.
It's like there aren't even other people at the same table. They're just talking to each other, whispering side by side after he decides that sitting in his assigned seat is bullshit when he can move one seat over and be next to the person he actually came with. ]
I'll give you a private one later, if you're really itching for it. In private.
It's like there aren't even other people at the same table. They're just talking to each other, whispering side by side after he decides that sitting in his assigned seat is bullshit when he can move one seat over and be next to the person he actually came with. ]
I'll give you a private one later, if you're really itching for it. In private.
[ No it isn't.
He's got to work out how much he wants to say yes. He doesn't look at her, but he lowers his shields just a little bit so she can sense some of the processes Tony's running here. What he wants to do is just say yes. Whatever she wants to do to him, he doesn't care. He'll follow blindly. He is just that far gone today, and apparently so is she.
But he doesn't want to just say yes. He wants her to make him submit. To grab him and haul him off to wherever she wants to do that. So he's torn. Lots of torn, and he doesn't think about how maybe she'll see this, and more just the fact that it's there. So the most noncommittal - although, out of Tony, it's basically a commitment - ] Where are we doing it?
He's got to work out how much he wants to say yes. He doesn't look at her, but he lowers his shields just a little bit so she can sense some of the processes Tony's running here. What he wants to do is just say yes. Whatever she wants to do to him, he doesn't care. He'll follow blindly. He is just that far gone today, and apparently so is she.
But he doesn't want to just say yes. He wants her to make him submit. To grab him and haul him off to wherever she wants to do that. So he's torn. Lots of torn, and he doesn't think about how maybe she'll see this, and more just the fact that it's there. So the most noncommittal - although, out of Tony, it's basically a commitment - ] Where are we doing it?
[The chair's empty anyway and whoever had their name on it hasn't shown their face at the table yet and probably won't for the rest of the night. Too slow, you blow. Early bird, yadda yadda yadda. Besides, it's easier for Angela to inch her foot over to Tony's ankle, toeing up the edge of his tuxedo pants leg, when he's sitting this close than when he's three more feet away.]
Don't promise things you'll get too drunk for.
Don't promise things you'll get too drunk for.
[ Anything that leaves her out isn't okay by her.
She takes a short breath at the lowering of his shields, leans in a little closer to him as she sorts through what he's given her, determines her next step. Regardless of her mood, that he's okay with whatever happens is incredibly important to her, and that sort-of permission is just what she wants. ]
Stand up. [ As she stands herself, hand still on his wrist pulling and the hand that was on his thigh grabbing under his arm to leverage him up. He's bigger than her, but it's not by too much and she's spent most of her life training in one way or another. She's more than capable of finding a way to force him up. ] I didn't say you could ask questions.
She takes a short breath at the lowering of his shields, leans in a little closer to him as she sorts through what he's given her, determines her next step. Regardless of her mood, that he's okay with whatever happens is incredibly important to her, and that sort-of permission is just what she wants. ]
Stand up. [ As she stands herself, hand still on his wrist pulling and the hand that was on his thigh grabbing under his arm to leverage him up. He's bigger than her, but it's not by too much and she's spent most of her life training in one way or another. She's more than capable of finding a way to force him up. ] I didn't say you could ask questions.
that would be so cool i would basically call you doctor at every opportunity. doctor jansen
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motherofnemesis
2013-01-26 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ She was going to make some stupid comment about his ego or something, but it dies when he says that second half of things and she looks at him carefully, studying. ] I'm gonna be here a while yet. Too tough for anything else. [ more subdued ] Thank you.
[ Okay Rudolph.
It's a little awkward, being pulled up and trying to stand up at the same time, especially when you're not convinced yet that you want to be doing the latter, so the process is a little ungainly, but at the end of it he's standing, so it doesn't really matter.
The last statement makes him finally look at her since they've started talking, and it's quick and it's just as much a dare as it is the questions he's not allowed to ask now. Which means that what he does say - because she hasn't said he can't talk entirely yet, and pushing boundaries and limits and buttons is what Tony does best - isn't actually a question. Technically. ] So I'm not allowed to talk.
It's a little awkward, being pulled up and trying to stand up at the same time, especially when you're not convinced yet that you want to be doing the latter, so the process is a little ungainly, but at the end of it he's standing, so it doesn't really matter.
The last statement makes him finally look at her since they've started talking, and it's quick and it's just as much a dare as it is the questions he's not allowed to ask now. Which means that what he does say - because she hasn't said he can't talk entirely yet, and pushing boundaries and limits and buttons is what Tony does best - isn't actually a question. Technically. ] So I'm not allowed to talk.
[ hey
Her face stays calm, but him pushing is somewhere along the lines of exactly what she wants, something to struggle against that isn't going to hurt anyone. She meets his look, raising her eyebrows as she drops her hands on him, takes a step back. ]
You can talk when I say you can. [ There's a reason behind her giving him the order she knows he has the most difficulty following. And with a jerk of her head in its general direction ] Bedroom. [ To forestall any hesitation, or maybe to encourage it - even she doesn't know right now. ] You can walk or I can make you.
Her face stays calm, but him pushing is somewhere along the lines of exactly what she wants, something to struggle against that isn't going to hurt anyone. She meets his look, raising her eyebrows as she drops her hands on him, takes a step back. ]
You can talk when I say you can. [ There's a reason behind her giving him the order she knows he has the most difficulty following. And with a jerk of her head in its general direction ] Bedroom. [ To forestall any hesitation, or maybe to encourage it - even she doesn't know right now. ] You can walk or I can make you.
how do you feel about the weather today, doctor. tell me your feelings, doctor. all day every day
motherofnemesis
2013-01-27 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ does he ever want to have serious conversations. ] It's a really good thing you mostly live with Avengers, then.
[ That just gets her narrowed eyes for a half second, because he knew that one was coming and even despite that doesn't feel any differently than normal about it. Sometimes it's an optimistic 'well that's not going to happen' and sometimes it's an antagonistic 'well that's not going to happen', but either way regardless it's not going to happen.
Although the second part, that's kind of interesting. Just as much and as briefly as his eyes narrowed, they widen, considering just how that would work and how willing he is to test it. There's a lot of testing, happening here at the get go, but it's not as though he can't test every step of the process, right? Testing continues until you get tired and just declare something 'as-is'.
Or something. But either way he pauses, stops, wasn't moving in the first place. Go ahead then. Make him. ]
Although the second part, that's kind of interesting. Just as much and as briefly as his eyes narrowed, they widen, considering just how that would work and how willing he is to test it. There's a lot of testing, happening here at the get go, but it's not as though he can't test every step of the process, right? Testing continues until you get tired and just declare something 'as-is'.
Or something. But either way he pauses, stops, wasn't moving in the first place. Go ahead then. Make him. ]
these physical descriptions are at least halfway accurate i... think
motherofnemesis
2013-01-27 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ She was pretty sure that would be about how he reacted, but regardless she's said it, and that means he knows there will be consequences of some form if he doesn't listen. Though it can be hard to tell with talking if he's testing boundaries on purpose or just because he's terrible at not talking.
Though with this not moving part he's definitely testing boundaries, and she frowns for a moment. She hadn't considered the exact specifics, and it requires delving back into history for a moment, back to when she was still restraining people but trying very hard not to injure them.
When she does move it's fast and silent, reaching to grab his wrist so that she can go for twisting his arm behind his back in a fair standard restraint, fingers reaching to press lightly on the inside of his palm. ] Resisting would not be pleasant. [ It's a bluff, to an extent. She'd let go before she ever let herself actually hurt him, but if she can get his arm behind his back manuevering without hurting him won't be too difficult. ]
Though with this not moving part he's definitely testing boundaries, and she frowns for a moment. She hadn't considered the exact specifics, and it requires delving back into history for a moment, back to when she was still restraining people but trying very hard not to injure them.
When she does move it's fast and silent, reaching to grab his wrist so that she can go for twisting his arm behind his back in a fair standard restraint, fingers reaching to press lightly on the inside of his palm. ] Resisting would not be pleasant. [ It's a bluff, to an extent. She'd let go before she ever let herself actually hurt him, but if she can get his arm behind his back manuevering without hurting him won't be too difficult. ]
[ well now she's curbing herself from some sort of stupid statistic on types of superhero deaths because that's something she actually researched and knows. ] I'm pretty sure Natasha's immortal.
[ He wasn't sure what he was expecting from her, but he was reasonably certain that what she went with was one of those things and that he might have been expecting. Suddenly, his arm is wrenched up behind his back, well that's the upper body fairly immobile, and he stumbles in the direction she wanted and stops again to look at her. A Gauging look, weighing her up again for this, because they've done this a few times. ] That's hot. That you know that. [ He's amiable to cooperating now, but beyond that, he wants to see what she has in mind. ]
i knew my sister working at a troubled youth camp would come in handy
motherofnemesis
2013-01-27 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ She'd roll her eyes, but instead she just meets his look as head on as she can, certainty and what reassurance she can muster up in her eyes. She knows what she's doing. If he wants to let her do this, and everything he's shown her and done so far indicates that he does, he can trust her. Frustrated and angry and raw, he can still trust her. It's a constant that she will never let change. ] I didn't say you could talk. [ Short and sharp as she starts to try to move them both forward, working at heading him towards the bedroom. ]
I don't. Want to see the look on her face. I want to have at least a one state head start.
[ He moves with her easily enough at this point, looking forward again - that was a threshold he was testing and she basically just slammed through it, so he doesn't have any reason to keep being difficult about it. He does try to shift and relieve some of the pressure she's putting on his arm, but he doubts that'll work very well, and it's mostly just for something to do on the short walk to the bedroom, since he's already having to clench the muscles in his jaw to keep from saying any one of the steady stream of things ready to come out of his mouth. ]
I think she'd take it as a compliment, you know, with that face she makes that sort of looks like she's quietly amused, deep, deep down, but isn't going to let anyone like you see it in a million years. It's like she's always making diamonds or something, internally.
[ As though Tony wouldn't have made the whole table play musical chairs until they were seated in an arrangement he himself preferred the most anyway. He resolutely pretends not to notice that foot sliding up his leg, although the twitch of a smile in the corner of his mouth would indicate something else entirely. ]
I'm actually very good at speeches while completely hammered. There's graphic proof. Whatever doesn't go into making a good speech turns into sheer enthusiasm.
I'm actually very good at speeches while completely hammered. There's graphic proof. Whatever doesn't go into making a good speech turns into sheer enthusiasm.
[What are rules between the both of them? Just because there are charts, lists, and cards with numbers and names on them that tell them where to sit, stand, and breathe, doesn't meant either one of them are keen on listening. And she sees that twitch and is determined to make it grow by turning her foot just so so the stiletto heel of her shoe drags a trail along his leg.]
Your graphic proof could be Photoshopped. I want to see it with my own eyes.
Your graphic proof could be Photoshopped. I want to see it with my own eyes.
[ She lets him shift his arm some, trying to keep it from being more than a little uncomfortable, then lets go once they reach the bedroom, turning around to close the door behind them before she circles around to face him, reaching out to slide her fingers roughly down the side of his jaw as she watches him intently, steadier by the moment. ] Raise your arms. Normal safeword? [ Just to be certain. ]
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