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[ She listens to that, him breathing, and it's nice. ] I'm a superhero, I can do anything.
[ More seriously, pulling back a little. ] Yeah, I think I can.
[ More seriously, pulling back a little. ] Yeah, I think I can.
[ She's flicking through it, which she doesn't actually normally do with Tony's things, but double checking his math in columns is soothing and blowing up the model to watch the simulation even more so. ] I'm no expert in time, but I think that would cause linear causality problems.
Mm, no, not particularly. I'd have to rearrange the table seating charts. [ There's no doubt he's a little free and liberated in his ideas about sex as a whole, but sometimes there's just a certain person you don't want to find near your own person. Eric Walden happens to be one of those people. Tony just gets vibes from the guy. Bad vibes. ] My philanthropy comes across in more subtle, broad strokes.
[ But no, he wouldn't have traded her for him at all. Not before she did that, and definitely not after, fully hard by this point and having a somewhat more difficult time stifling his reaction. As it is, he's got both hands on the table, they were trying to cut up food on the plate, idly moving just for the sake of it, but now they're still, sitting almost on the edge. ]
[ But no, he wouldn't have traded her for him at all. Not before she did that, and definitely not after, fully hard by this point and having a somewhat more difficult time stifling his reaction. As it is, he's got both hands on the table, they were trying to cut up food on the plate, idly moving just for the sake of it, but now they're still, sitting almost on the edge. ]
[ Nnnn he doesn't know what to do with these bond questionssssss ]
I really don't know much about that, sorry. Neither one of us actually talks that much. We basically graduated jointly from the Anti-Hemingway School of Oration, where you learn to put in a million times as many words as necessary and remove all the things they could mean in the process.
I really don't know much about that, sorry. Neither one of us actually talks that much. We basically graduated jointly from the Anti-Hemingway School of Oration, where you learn to put in a million times as many words as necessary and remove all the things they could mean in the process.
[ It's okay, he likes watching it too. It is soothing, in a weird way. He's not up to that level in math, but he can still see the basics in the way things go together, and if nothing else, this technology doesn't exist in the timeframe he's from. ] Yeah, I've seen tv shows about that. Just hoping.
What do we do here?
What do we do here?
[ Ugh, no, what, that's the opposite of what he wanted. He tries to strain up towards her but it's hard when you can't actually move any of your limbs to get any true leverage. There's another noise of frustration basically immediately when she's moving to hover over him like that rather than actually do something like he asked. ] Anything, just stop - teasing. [ He's pretty sure a request like that will backfire, but he's just as sure that if he indicated that he was in any way okay with the teasing, she'd still keep doing it. She's probably going to do it either way. At least this way he'll be less irritated with himself for the inevitable mental recap. He tries to turn his head, at least, to catch her mouth and if nothing else have something to do. ] Harder. Or let me touch you, anything. Just - [ fuck. ]
[Subtle, broad strokes, he says? Angela takes that as an instructional hint, setting a slow, wide pace with her hand. No fancy twist at the top, no generous gripping. Just a languid fondling from root to tip.]
I see. I guess I was mistaken on how you work. So what do you do? Just throw money at a problem and accept the accolades or do you actually put in some work sometimes?
[As if she really gives a shit. She just wants to keep him talking, moving, under her teasing touch like nothing is going on in the dark.]
I see. I guess I was mistaken on how you work. So what do you do? Just throw money at a problem and accept the accolades or do you actually put in some work sometimes?
[As if she really gives a shit. She just wants to keep him talking, moving, under her teasing touch like nothing is going on in the dark.]
Why don't you want to go back? [ Soft and unsure, because he doesn't really talk about his childhood, but she's never gotten the impression it was good. And she'll just keep going over his things, staying casual. ]
You invent things and go be a superhero when you're needed and help run the R&D division of your company.
You invent things and go be a superhero when you're needed and help run the R&D division of your company.
[ Yes, yes it is. She'd be sorry but she really isn't, because this is precisely what she wants. This isn't about what he's asking her to do for him when it comes to actually doing it. It's about the tone of voice he says it in, the frustration in that noise, the way he's trying to move. And it's not that she doesn't want to be touching him or want him to be touching her, she just wants this so much more. ] How would you touch me, Tony? [ Staying just out of reach of his head as he turns it, watching him with dark intent eyes lit up with the charge of what's happening here. A moment after she does kiss him, just for a moment, open mouthed and hard for that short space and then pulling away again. ] How do you want me to touch you? [ Her voice is low and heavy, whispered against his skin as she returns to it briefly and lightly. ]
Maybe you'll stop saying it now, that would be new. [ Blinking, a smile for a moment, and then she turns and starts heading towards her room, a little stiff and slower than normal but fairly determined to do this on her own two feet. ]
[ it's important to her. kind of really important. ]
That doesn't sound like me at all. [ Well. No, okay, it sounds kind of like her when she's got something to hide or is trying to pretend she doesn't have a problem. Just not all the time. ] So you don't know what happened with - never mind. I guess I'll have a decade to find out.
That doesn't sound like me at all. [ Well. No, okay, it sounds kind of like her when she's got something to hide or is trying to pretend she doesn't have a problem. Just not all the time. ] So you don't know what happened with - never mind. I guess I'll have a decade to find out.
[ Her eyes lighting up makes his own go darker, dilating to almost the whole iris because goddamn there's all of this and that was happening and now he can see just how effected she is by this and god damn if that doesn't help a little bit. ] However you asked. I'd have a hand between your legs, all of you in my fingers working. [ It's the most direct he can think of, and he loses the ability to speak soon afterwards, simply trying to touch her regardless, pulling on the restraints again like that will do anything, tensing, and then falling back and relaxing completely when it continues to be a futile effort.
As for the second question, he's less sure of the answer. How does he want her to touch him? He mostly just wants her to touch him, so he's not sure how to specify beyond that. ] Make me yours. Hard, and not teasing. Please. [ He's not quite to begging, but he needs something here. He can't stay aroused this long, it's almost painful, and if she really wants to drag it out, she'll have a hard time as he'll start to go flaccid after too long with no release, unless she's planned for it. ] Anything.
As for the second question, he's less sure of the answer. How does he want her to touch him? He mostly just wants her to touch him, so he's not sure how to specify beyond that. ] Make me yours. Hard, and not teasing. Please. [ He's not quite to begging, but he needs something here. He can't stay aroused this long, it's almost painful, and if she really wants to drag it out, she'll have a hard time as he'll start to go flaccid after too long with no release, unless she's planned for it. ] Anything.
Yeahhhhh, I doubt it. [ Following her down the hall, towards her room, not necessarily a test but at least walking her over there just in case. She seems mostly okay. At the point to which he seems to have stabilized her, she's probably okay. He's seen her shrug off much worse in the past.
But he follows her all the way to it, whenever they get there. He's not planning on veering off at any point and going somewhere else. ] Pain's okay? You'll be able to sleep?
But he follows her all the way to it, whenever they get there. He's not planning on veering off at any point and going somewhere else. ] Pain's okay? You'll be able to sleep?
[ That's not actually what he meant at all, but it still works. He'd prefer the pressure, the thumb over the top, but this is good. This is fantastic. ]
Something like that. Unless I take a vested interest. That was kind of combative, I think. I'm not going to be all that confrontational when you're so close to me, baby. Wouldn't want to risk your wrath.
[ Which is, in itself, still just talking. He'll keep talking up unto the point where he's very close and then he'll become oddly quiet, most likely. ]
Something like that. Unless I take a vested interest. That was kind of combative, I think. I'm not going to be all that confrontational when you're so close to me, baby. Wouldn't want to risk your wrath.
[ Which is, in itself, still just talking. He'll keep talking up unto the point where he's very close and then he'll become oddly quiet, most likely. ]
[In the end, it doesn't matter what he really meant. She'll give him whatever she chooses to give him, what she decides he deserves. He hasn't done anything for her to break out the bag of tricks in public just yet. The pace remains maddeningly slow for now, almost too casual and lazy.]
I didn't take that as combative. [Yet.] But you're being vague. What would it take for you to have a vested interest? Robots? Cars? Cotton candy?
[At least with the last option, she could allow him to eat it off of her. One day, Tony, one day.]
I didn't take that as combative. [Yet.] But you're being vague. What would it take for you to have a vested interest? Robots? Cars? Cotton candy?
[At least with the last option, she could allow him to eat it off of her. One day, Tony, one day.]
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[ No he meant what you said sounded mildly combative. But no worries.
He's shifting in his seat a little, as much as he can without attracting too much attention, because yeah, that is frustratingly slow, and if they're gonna do this at all, they can at least set up something that's a little less conducive to his eventual insanity. However much he can push up into her hand without actually appearing to move, he's attempting it. ] I can be interested in helping somewhere without there being robots involved. Although cars and cotton candy are high incentives.
He's shifting in his seat a little, as much as he can without attracting too much attention, because yeah, that is frustratingly slow, and if they're gonna do this at all, they can at least set up something that's a little less conducive to his eventual insanity. However much he can push up into her hand without actually appearing to move, he's attempting it. ] I can be interested in helping somewhere without there being robots involved. Although cars and cotton candy are high incentives.
[You're really asking her to pay attention while she's just saying any and everything to get through this godawful video presentation while giving her date (or whatever they call each other these days) a handjob under the table, and continue looking publicly presentable? A person can only multitask but so much.
They could, but where's the fun in that when no one is driving Tony Stark insane? Every time he pushes up, she pushes back, slowing down even more. It's her hand on him, not the other way around. The faster he remembers who's in control here, the faster he'll get exactly what he wants.]
So if I wanted something done, some monetary funding, I'll have to make sure and have cotton candy making cars.
They could, but where's the fun in that when no one is driving Tony Stark insane? Every time he pushes up, she pushes back, slowing down even more. It's her hand on him, not the other way around. The faster he remembers who's in control here, the faster he'll get exactly what he wants.]
So if I wanted something done, some monetary funding, I'll have to make sure and have cotton candy making cars.
[ She is quite effected by it all. Her clothes may all be on and he may not have touched her at all but it's in her head and under her skin and in the way he's looking at her and what he's saying, the pull of his body against the restraints and the tone of his voice. She doesn't need to be touched, right now. She's not even sure she'd want to be. This is enough.
And oh, oh, that's really nice to hear. She wants nothing more right now than to make him hers, and her mouth and teeth are anything but gentle on his neck as she listens, a hand sliding into his hair and tightening. There's a moment where she just stays still, listens to the echo of that anything, and then she lets her free hand slide down between them to grip him, not moving yet. ] You are mine. [ Watching him with certainty. ] You don't have my permission yet. [ Not specifying. It's his job to remember the instructions she's given him. ]
And oh, oh, that's really nice to hear. She wants nothing more right now than to make him hers, and her mouth and teeth are anything but gentle on his neck as she listens, a hand sliding into his hair and tightening. There's a moment where she just stays still, listens to the echo of that anything, and then she lets her free hand slide down between them to grip him, not moving yet. ] You are mine. [ Watching him with certainty. ] You don't have my permission yet. [ Not specifying. It's his job to remember the instructions she's given him. ]
[ He's just started leaning back in the chair he found, now he's spinning it a little bit, still looking at the schematics she's flicking through when he's facing the right way. He's only sliding around fairly slowly as it is. ] Just don't. [ And wow, he's about as forthcoming as a child as he is as an adult, although it's probably easier to coax a little more information out of child-him, given how he mostly spoke into his lap while still moving the chair. It's not quite evasion. More like temporary avoidance. If she feels like following it, of course.
That causes pause again though. ] I run the R&D section? At.... forty? Where's my dad? Where's Obie? Are they helping me run it?
That causes pause again though. ] I run the R&D section? At.... forty? Where's my dad? Where's Obie? Are they helping me run it?
Your learning curve needs improvement. [ If he didn't walk her over there she'd probably follow him instead tbh. She doesn't have a lot of interest in sleeping, because she knows it won't go well because of how injury experiences tend to go - they stir up bad memories and things she doesn't like thinking about. But she does need to. ]
Pain's fine. I can barely feel it, I'll be able to sleep. [ Hesitation, because she doesn't want him to go but if she's going to try to sleep then she might not want him around for that for the simple fact that watching someone else sleep badly is unpleasant. ] Do you know if they found them yet?
Pain's fine. I can barely feel it, I'll be able to sleep. [ Hesitation, because she doesn't want him to go but if she's going to try to sleep then she might not want him around for that for the simple fact that watching someone else sleep badly is unpleasant. ] Do you know if they found them yet?
[ No he's not really paying that much attention to anything either, by this point. Just bent on keeping up the waist-high charade and trying to get the most out of the show waist-down.
But it doesn't take that long to figure out the rules here, and he settles back down all at once, just letting her work and taking a swig of water from his glass to disguise the mild huff of irritation at not being allowed to participate. Not even much of a huff - half of it might be due to simply venting, she's giving him a lot of stimulation to handle. ]
Or cars made out of cotton candy, sure. Either'd work.
But it doesn't take that long to figure out the rules here, and he settles back down all at once, just letting her work and taking a swig of water from his glass to disguise the mild huff of irritation at not being allowed to participate. Not even much of a huff - half of it might be due to simply venting, she's giving him a lot of stimulation to handle. ]
Or cars made out of cotton candy, sure. Either'd work.
[ Well that's really not subtle at all there, though she wouldn't have particularly expected subtlety from him at any age. She hopes it's not bad that she feels curious now, because she does, but at the same time - okay wow those questions are going to be hard to answer, maybe she can dodge them. ]
More stuff to do here, or? [ And a short pause. ] You ran the whole company for a while, but you got bored of it. [ She'll just. Leave it at that version of events yes. That'll work, right. ]
More stuff to do here, or? [ And a short pause. ] You ran the whole company for a while, but you got bored of it. [ She'll just. Leave it at that version of events yes. That'll work, right. ]
Sounds messy during a rainstorm.
[SCIENCE! ...or something like that. Who gives a shit? The video's over and the lights come back on just in time. He's learned his place, even if he's huffy about it, and Angela presses into him, increasing her grip and sliding that oh so wanted thumb. Her hand is faster, not too much that it shows above the table, but enough that he feels it and hopefully, it'll give her a nice visual reaction to relish in above the table.]
Oh, movie's done. Another speech?
[SCIENCE! ...or something like that. Who gives a shit? The video's over and the lights come back on just in time. He's learned his place, even if he's huffy about it, and Angela presses into him, increasing her grip and sliding that oh so wanted thumb. Her hand is faster, not too much that it shows above the table, but enough that he feels it and hopefully, it'll give her a nice visual reaction to relish in above the table.]
Oh, movie's done. Another speech?
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