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[ Yeah that is surprisingly subdued considering everything about this situation right now, which is a little... Well, it lends to the same conflicting feeling of both worry and eagerness. She's very good at fueling that particular feeling. He hasn't forgotten that she came out with more than just restraints though, and after he notices she's holding something, his eyes flick back and forth between her face and her hand until she holds it up to show what she brought back over. And oh. After that, it takes a few long moments before he looks back at her face again. ]
All right. No lefts. [ A little shifting, because that feels like a new level being added here and some kind of energy needs to be expelled. ]
All right. No lefts. [ A little shifting, because that feels like a new level being added here and some kind of energy needs to be expelled. ]
Yeah, not a lot changes between the first several years. But most kids don't get that. [ She knew you had to have been a genius early, but fifth grade already, wow. ]
Mostly we both work on our own things, though we've been working together on my car some. I think your latest project was working on boosting your stabilizer output again when it's under stress, but you may have already moved on.
Mostly we both work on our own things, though we've been working together on my car some. I think your latest project was working on boosting your stabilizer output again when it's under stress, but you may have already moved on.
[ She does her best to facilitate that feeling, really, particularly now, and the way his eyes stay glued to her hand for those long moments feels to her like some kind of reward for doing it well. But it's all alright then, and she holds up the key on a string, ties it firmly to the base of the bed where they can both see it and know it's well within easy reach.]
Just as a note, I've researched everything in your closet. [ Both as reassurance for the fact that she can actually use this safely as she shifts to an easier position to start putting it on, and as a casual aside, something for him to think about. ]
Just as a note, I've researched everything in your closet. [ Both as reassurance for the fact that she can actually use this safely as she shifts to an easier position to start putting it on, and as a casual aside, something for him to think about. ]
[ Dropping her pants and underwear with a faint wince and kicking them away before turning back to him, not really realizing that he's unsure because it doesn't occur to her at all that the circumstances might change how he feels about it. She's mostly just thinking of the next step and the end result of sleeping and whether that will be a good thing or a bad thing and that he'll be there. ] Honestly the shirt might just need to be cut off. Maybe not, I don't know. [ Heading towards the bathroom instead. ] I think there's scissors in here.
[ He watches her place the key in view, which is nice and comforting and also potentially going to be immeasurably frustrating later on. His eyes are glued to her regardless, through all of this, moving back over to him, settling back in place, and - what ]
You've what? When did you do that? [ Because he hadn't noticed that she'd been in there at all, she hadn't ever acted like she'd seen anything inside it. Not these kinds of things, anyway.
And he was watching, and he was curious, and even potentially going to keep talking, but then he can feel her getting ready, starting to put it on, and he stills almost entirely. He's looking up at the ceiling, but that's just because he wants to stare at something blank and pay more attention to the feeling. How long has she known about all this? Was she planing it or was it just a happy coincidence their moods worked out like this and she's just improvising. Which ones excite her? Or are these the ones that excite her - they're both typically quite assertive but not in this arena. This one has always been hers. ]
You've what? When did you do that? [ Because he hadn't noticed that she'd been in there at all, she hadn't ever acted like she'd seen anything inside it. Not these kinds of things, anyway.
And he was watching, and he was curious, and even potentially going to keep talking, but then he can feel her getting ready, starting to put it on, and he stills almost entirely. He's looking up at the ceiling, but that's just because he wants to stare at something blank and pay more attention to the feeling. How long has she known about all this? Was she planing it or was it just a happy coincidence their moods worked out like this and she's just improvising. Which ones excite her? Or are these the ones that excite her - they're both typically quite assertive but not in this arena. This one has always been hers. ]
[ Honestly it was probably a small hiccup, borne of adrenaline, adrenaline, oh thank god she seems okay, rest, moving, oh god my feelings tonight are all over the place. They're just not sure what to do anymore and he doesn't understand his feelings half the time so it all just comes across as a brief pause while he and they all try to reset at least enough to provide movement again.
Like now, when she walks over to the bathroom, he moves to follow her. Clearly she isn't feeling anything odd about this so he brushes it off and restarts and comes in to look for the scissors. ] We can send them a bill for the new one.
Like now, when she walks over to the bathroom, he moves to follow her. Clearly she isn't feeling anything odd about this so he brushes it off and restarts and comes in to look for the scissors. ] We can send them a bill for the new one.
[ He'll finish his sophomore year and start his junior year in high school when he's twelve, Max. What do you think of that? ] Most kids don't go to special private boarding schools either. That probably helps.
Hmm. [ He glances back over at his own screens again, the one bottom left of Iron Man flying around and being awesome in general, and then his gaze shifts to some of the other screens, as he stops spinning entirely and pulls up some of the other recent projects, looking them over. He's smart, and he intuitively understands machines and electronics and stuff, but he knows he doesn't know any of this, and thinks that maybe future him would be angry if he messed around with any of it. Maybe he'll start his own project. Or something that was still labelled under the 'future stuff' heading; stuff that his older self hadn't started working on yet. He couldn't mess any of that up, right? Just sort of, jot down some ideas and save them in a supplemental file. Maybe they'd help. ] What's wrong with your car?
Hmm. [ He glances back over at his own screens again, the one bottom left of Iron Man flying around and being awesome in general, and then his gaze shifts to some of the other screens, as he stops spinning entirely and pulls up some of the other recent projects, looking them over. He's smart, and he intuitively understands machines and electronics and stuff, but he knows he doesn't know any of this, and thinks that maybe future him would be angry if he messed around with any of it. Maybe he'll start his own project. Or something that was still labelled under the 'future stuff' heading; stuff that his older self hadn't started working on yet. He couldn't mess any of that up, right? Just sort of, jot down some ideas and save them in a supplemental file. Maybe they'd help. ] What's wrong with your car?
[ A secret sort of smile at the edges of her mouth as she glances at him, because she didn't miss either his eyes fixed on her or the subtleties of his reaction to what she'd said, and she likes them both a great deal. One hand strokes his thigh for a moment, still watching him. ]
I like to be informed. [ She likes to be informed about what he wants, and what he needs, and she'd noticed that restraints were hardly the only thing in that closet and gone searching one day, and then she'd done research, and it was absolutely worth it both for the look on his face right now and the fact that she has that further level to bring it up to, for both of them. ] I didn't see a need to tell you yet.
[ She's careful about everything, gentle and making sure that it's as safe as can be, and then she sits back, entirely not touching him again, waiting a moment to determine if this is going well. ]
I like to be informed. [ She likes to be informed about what he wants, and what he needs, and she'd noticed that restraints were hardly the only thing in that closet and gone searching one day, and then she'd done research, and it was absolutely worth it both for the look on his face right now and the fact that she has that further level to bring it up to, for both of them. ] I didn't see a need to tell you yet.
[ She's careful about everything, gentle and making sure that it's as safe as can be, and then she sits back, entirely not touching him again, waiting a moment to determine if this is going well. ]
[ Emotions are hard, yeah. Maybe once she's taken a bath and she's not got her own blood and that other guy's all over her she'll remember to take another look at his mind. For the moment she's mildly distracted, and now he's following her so all must be fine. Or for the moment, at least. ]
We can send them a bill for all kinds of things. Disturbance of peace of mind, recuperation of blood loss, being dicks.
We can send them a bill for all kinds of things. Disturbance of peace of mind, recuperation of blood loss, being dicks.
[ She likes to be informed. Well he already knew that, but he didn't realize it would ever come out quite so far in his favor. He remains still while she's assembling and adjusting, but looks at her when she deems it finished and sits back. He's not sure for a moment what's happening right then, but it looks like she's allowing him more chances to indicate how he feels about things. He takes the moment, looks up again, shifts a little bit, moving his hips in the minor amount that he's able, feeling the weight and restriction, breathing a little faster now, as though to make up for how still he was just a few moments ago. It's a difficult thing to describe, whether feeling or desire, and he's glad she seemed to be able to parse it all out on her own, much less that she apparently wanted to try it herself.
But he's got to say something, even still. ] I don't like it when you don't tell me things. [ Which is, for the most part, a true statement, but is obviously and blatantly in this context a lie. He's just saying it to have something mildly belligerent to say, even if the slightly breathless, approved tone he says it in totally contradicts the words further. ]
But he's got to say something, even still. ] I don't like it when you don't tell me things. [ Which is, for the most part, a true statement, but is obviously and blatantly in this context a lie. He's just saying it to have something mildly belligerent to say, even if the slightly breathless, approved tone he says it in totally contradicts the words further. ]
[ That that is going to suck for him. Probably a lot, given what she remembers of high school. ] Boarding school, huh? [ He's so young though, why is he in boarding school already? She doesn't like it at all, that's not something she approves of. ] Do you like it?
[ Instinctively not seriously defensive. ] There's nothing wrong with my car, she just needs a few upgrades. Get her more up to speed.
[ Instinctively not seriously defensive. ] There's nothing wrong with my car, she just needs a few upgrades. Get her more up to speed.
[ That smile widens just a little bit at those words, because the contradiction inherent both in how he says it and just the general setting is really fascinating. She's quite pleased with it, even, with the faint shift of his hips, the change in his breathing.
There's a soft hum of approval and then she quietly opens up a pathway between their minds, hands folded carefully in her lap as she gives him what she received of his sensation last time she blew him, filtered through her own obvious enjoyment of his pleasure. The whole deal, and it takes a little effort to maintain that while carefully monitoring how far he is right now and talk, but her voice when she does say something is light and easy. ]
And? [ Raising her eyebrows at him, still smiling a little. Look Ma, no hands. ] You get to know what I say you need to know.
There's a soft hum of approval and then she quietly opens up a pathway between their minds, hands folded carefully in her lap as she gives him what she received of his sensation last time she blew him, filtered through her own obvious enjoyment of his pleasure. The whole deal, and it takes a little effort to maintain that while carefully monitoring how far he is right now and talk, but her voice when she does say something is light and easy. ]
And? [ Raising her eyebrows at him, still smiling a little. Look Ma, no hands. ] You get to know what I say you need to know.
[ She is better, and she would stubbornly maintain that against any attempt to tell her to concentrate on herself instead of him. Mostly because she'd rather concentrate on him.
And okay, good, she steps towards him and holds her arms out from her body a little, giving him room to work. ] Go to town, I don't care about this shirt. Being a hostage-taking dick, does that sound better?
And okay, good, she steps towards him and holds her arms out from her body a little, giving him room to work. ] Go to town, I don't care about this shirt. Being a hostage-taking dick, does that sound better?
[ Well that's not like, the most surreal feeling in the world or anything. He's not sure what to do with that - he wasn't expecting it at all, and the look on his face, the noise he started making and pulled back, both speak to that. ]
That's not - fair, sorry, did you say something. [ Still shifting, because oh my god it's not even actually happening and that's sort of worse, actually, oddly. The disconnect between sensation and sensation, okay, it's really not fair. Already close, even if that's more difficult now, already sensitive, just. Super not fair. ] I need - I need to know everything. [ That look on her face, it's so great, but so motivating, because she just looks so pleased with herself, and that's just not a thing that can happen right now, okay, it's not. ]
That's not - fair, sorry, did you say something. [ Still shifting, because oh my god it's not even actually happening and that's sort of worse, actually, oddly. The disconnect between sensation and sensation, okay, it's really not fair. Already close, even if that's more difficult now, already sensitive, just. Super not fair. ] I need - I need to know everything. [ That look on her face, it's so great, but so motivating, because she just looks so pleased with herself, and that's just not a thing that can happen right now, okay, it's not. ]
[ He starts cutting - he wasn't really concerned about the shirt either; he can always get her another one, and being personally unattached to things like that he simply hadn't thought about not just replacing it even if there were objections. So he starts cutting, and then pauses. ]
No. It doesn't, it sounds... [ The smallest of resetting head-shakes, and then resuming the cutting. ] I don't know, I'm just getting creepy Kool-Aid guy vibes from that for some reason.
No. It doesn't, it sounds... [ The smallest of resetting head-shakes, and then resuming the cutting. ] I don't know, I'm just getting creepy Kool-Aid guy vibes from that for some reason.
[ God, that's good. The look on his face, the shifting, everything about his body language and what he's saying right now she's just sort of drinking in, no room left for other things in the face of him here before her, reacting like this to her. It's the entire pathway to the end result that she loves, every second of the build, and this is a perfect part of it. ]
Do you need me to remind you how important it is to listen to me, Tony? [ She cuts the feeling off slowly, leaving a last trickle of sensation before it fades entirely because she doesn't want to push him over any edges yet. No, she's got a fair ways to go before she actually lets him get what he wants. He hasn't earned it yet. ] You think so? [ Moving up to lean over him on her hands and knees, not touching for the moment, just watching, letting herself lean in low and close but still not close enough. ] What is it you think you need to know so badly?
Do you need me to remind you how important it is to listen to me, Tony? [ She cuts the feeling off slowly, leaving a last trickle of sensation before it fades entirely because she doesn't want to push him over any edges yet. No, she's got a fair ways to go before she actually lets him get what he wants. He hasn't earned it yet. ] You think so? [ Moving up to lean over him on her hands and knees, not touching for the moment, just watching, letting herself lean in low and close but still not close enough. ] What is it you think you need to know so badly?
Yeah, well, they were probably brainwashed so that works. [ Just kind of closing her eyes and waiting, talking so he knows she's still totally aware and so that she doesn't slip into thinking too much. ] If they weren't brainwashed they were idiots.
Ssssort of. They're AIs in that they have some leeway in what they choose to do, but they're somewhat limited in scope. And breadth. And... Well, I don't want my babies to hear the word that means impaired but, sometimes... [ Theatrically significant trailing off. But he's still working, even after he shrugs to finish the show. ]
[ He can feel the sensation start to dull down and realizes belatedly that she did actually just say something that time. Blinking a little, he retroactively hears it and tries to piece it back together a bit, but it's vague. ]
What? [ Comes out before he can think not to say it. Vagueness called for clarity, but she's moving on, saying something else now, getting so close now that he can feel heat radiating off her again, but not close enough for him to try and strain up to touch. This time he doesn't even try, just licks his lips from where they got dry - breathing through your mouth will do that - watches her movements, tries to hold down the pieces of his composure that are starting to threaten with cracks. ] Ev- [ Nope, mouth's dry, throat's tight, try it again. ] Everything.
What? [ Comes out before he can think not to say it. Vagueness called for clarity, but she's moving on, saying something else now, getting so close now that he can feel heat radiating off her again, but not close enough for him to try and strain up to touch. This time he doesn't even try, just licks his lips from where they got dry - breathing through your mouth will do that - watches her movements, tries to hold down the pieces of his composure that are starting to threaten with cracks. ] Ev- [ Nope, mouth's dry, throat's tight, try it again. ] Everything.
[ He's thinking about the cutting, but she's right, if he noticed that she'd just stopped talking, all his attention would be laser sharp back on her again.
It doesn't take long to cut the shirt off - three cuts, and by the last one, he's standing behind her anyway, so he turns to set the scissors down. ] That's how it normally seems to go, anyway. [ Undoing the bra clasp, sliding the straps down over her shoulders, but leaving her and gravity to handle it from there as he turns to actually put the scissors away and check on the bath. ]
It doesn't take long to cut the shirt off - three cuts, and by the last one, he's standing behind her anyway, so he turns to set the scissors down. ] That's how it normally seems to go, anyway. [ Undoing the bra clasp, sliding the straps down over her shoulders, but leaving her and gravity to handle it from there as he turns to actually put the scissors away and check on the bath. ]
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