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Yeah. It's not bad. Homework's easy, but not like, shoot-me-now-boring-easy like it was before; the shop is easy to sneak into, and it's an old building so there's lots of secret hiding-spots. And my teachers talk to me a lot, which is kind of fun. A few of them don't mind when I interrupt, although most of the others get me in trouble for it. [ /shrug. He doesn't get asked that often. More just: 'When are you graduating from this one?' ]
Upgrades like what? Something's wrong if it's not starting at up-to-speed.
Upgrades like what? Something's wrong if it's not starting at up-to-speed.
[ Mmm, yes, she is going to have to remind him that listening to what she says is very important. But not right now, because she has something else to say to him right now, something else to answer. She watches him lick his lips, smiles, and then ducks her head to kiss her way up to his ear, murmur against the skin just below it. ]
So you want to know what I thought? If I looked at your collection and got excited? [ Voice dropping, low and heavy and tight, a promise in it. ] You want to know if sometime while I was looking up how they all worked the thought of you spread out beneath me like this was so good I had to stop and fuck myself, had to get off on imagining how your voice would sound when you begged me for release? [ A long, silent pause from her, and then she pulls back again from his neck, nothing on her face of what she's just said. ] You want to know if any of that's true?
So you want to know what I thought? If I looked at your collection and got excited? [ Voice dropping, low and heavy and tight, a promise in it. ] You want to know if sometime while I was looking up how they all worked the thought of you spread out beneath me like this was so good I had to stop and fuck myself, had to get off on imagining how your voice would sound when you begged me for release? [ A long, silent pause from her, and then she pulls back again from his neck, nothing on her face of what she's just said. ] You want to know if any of that's true?
[ People who are skilled in successfully placating an on edge Sentinel about her injuries - her. She's had practice.
She slides the bra off, runs a hand over her ribs for a moment in self evaluation and then moves to join him at the bath, glancing down at it for a moment before she looks over at him, evaluating. Wondering. ] You good?
She slides the bra off, runs a hand over her ribs for a moment in self evaluation and then moves to join him at the bath, glancing down at it for a moment before she looks over at him, evaluating. Wondering. ] You good?
What all do you do in the shop? They wouldn't have too advanced stuff, would they? [ has anyone even bothered to teach him safety regulations? will at some point in his life anyone ever bother to teach him basic safety regulations applicable to life in general. ]
It was a used buy, so it started out at what you call horrifyingly sad and I call in need of a little care.
It was a used buy, so it started out at what you call horrifyingly sad and I call in need of a little care.
[ He's not actively not paying attention, it's just such a passive action that it's lost in the processing of all the other input currently being received.
But right now - right now he's paying attention to everything she says. Every word, every syllable, and at some point during her speech he stops shifting again, goes very still and quiet. When she pulls back away from him, he's looking somewhere over her shoulder, unfocused and unblinking, and almost every muscle all along the lines of his body is tensed. If she were to touch him, she'd be able to feel the slight shake of the effort involved.
She asked him a question, he did register it this time, but he has no idea how to actually answer it. He doesn't know how he wants to answer it, and it's a weird feeling, not knowing what he wants. He always knows what he wants. He's impulsive, and takes what he wants without considering the consequences, but right now, they're almost the only thing he can think about. So it takes a few moments, and he blinks, glances off to the side a little more, then back to somewhere by her shoulder. ] No.
But right now - right now he's paying attention to everything she says. Every word, every syllable, and at some point during her speech he stops shifting again, goes very still and quiet. When she pulls back away from him, he's looking somewhere over her shoulder, unfocused and unblinking, and almost every muscle all along the lines of his body is tensed. If she were to touch him, she'd be able to feel the slight shake of the effort involved.
She asked him a question, he did register it this time, but he has no idea how to actually answer it. He doesn't know how he wants to answer it, and it's a weird feeling, not knowing what he wants. He always knows what he wants. He's impulsive, and takes what he wants without considering the consequences, but right now, they're almost the only thing he can think about. So it takes a few moments, and he blinks, glances off to the side a little more, then back to somewhere by her shoulder. ] No.
Not really, but it's better than reading in my room or the library. I made a new part for an engine, and fixed something else into a little robot that throws away paper on the floor. [ Grimace. ] He's really good at it - I keep having to redo homework assignments he's burned.
That sounds dramatic.
That sounds dramatic.
[ That is also a good look on him, the sort that she could be perfectly all right with seeing again. She does brush her hand along his side for a moment, lets it linger just long enough for her to relish in the tremble of his body. It's a tangible expression of just how hard he's having to work to hold himself in check and how much further she has to push and she loves it, wants to see how long he can maintain it.
She moves a little bit into his view, makes sure that her face is well within his range of sight as she listens to his answer. ] No? [ Brushing her lips against his for a moment, feather light, entirely unsatisfying. He's too sensitive right now to risk much until a little time has passed. ] Then what is it you think you need to know, Tony?
She moves a little bit into his view, makes sure that her face is well within his range of sight as she listens to his answer. ] No? [ Brushing her lips against his for a moment, feather light, entirely unsatisfying. He's too sensitive right now to risk much until a little time has passed. ] Then what is it you think you need to know, Tony?
[ That's not just in reference to him, she was still a vigilante in a fairly dangerous line of work while she was first bonded.
Because worrying about him is a lot easier than thinking about any of - yes, that. Than thinking about herself. ] Yeah, but I've been all taken care of. [ Staring dubiously at the descent into the bath. ] You haven't.
Because worrying about him is a lot easier than thinking about any of - yes, that. Than thinking about herself. ] Yeah, but I've been all taken care of. [ Staring dubiously at the descent into the bath. ] You haven't.
[ awww, robots by tony started so young. she grins a little, sits down on a bench. ] Maybe you could work on modifying that design here.
Nah, we just have much different views of what it takes for a car to be worth driving.
Nah, we just have much different views of what it takes for a car to be worth driving.
[ He just can't stop the tremors. He's trying to make them stop, but at the same time he's unwilling to relax, to untense those tense muscles, but it's not happening. Like, at all, and that's irritating, but okay.
She comes into proper view and from then on his eyes track her movements. He's paying attention to her again, despite the relative danger involved therein. The kiss is entirely not enough, and he blinks his eyes open afterward, a little dazed in general, but looking at her. Another question to handle. ]
I don't know.
[ Well, sort of handle, anyway. That's a viable answer, but it doesn't make it a good one. ]
She comes into proper view and from then on his eyes track her movements. He's paying attention to her again, despite the relative danger involved therein. The kiss is entirely not enough, and he blinks his eyes open afterward, a little dazed in general, but looking at her. Another question to handle. ]
I don't know.
[ Well, sort of handle, anyway. That's a viable answer, but it doesn't make it a good one. ]
Nothing happened to me. [ Arms wide, indicating the total lack of serious injury. Sure, some scrapes and bruises, but nothing major. ] Are you gonna get in this bath? It's pretty tempting. You put it off too much longer and maybe I'll take advantage of it just being there and all.
[ She can embarrass him with stories of when he was younger all she wants to later on. ]
Hey, that's a good idea! Maybe I'll do that, if I'm here long enough. I bet between me and JARVIS we could figure out how to stop him just burning everything.
Which car is yours? [ Pointing to the old Ford. ] I like that one.
Hey, that's a good idea! Maybe I'll do that, if I'm here long enough. I bet between me and JARVIS we could figure out how to stop him just burning everything.
Which car is yours? [ Pointing to the old Ford. ] I like that one.
[ Okay, that gets a laugh out of her, amused. Even in the middle of whatever mess this is, she can't lose her sense of humor. ] They're cute, though. [ Still poking around, but now she's circling back towards the suits. ] So what are you? What's this armor for?
[ Her hand is still lingering at moments, brushing up against his skin again to feel that. She's waiting, for the moment, staying calm and in control and above him, but maybe later she'll press herself against him, feel that in every inch of him.
His eyes careful attention to what she's doing is more than a little bit flattering, more than a little gratifying. This is what she wants, and she meets his eyes with a smile and a challenge in hers. ]
We'll just have to go with what I want, then. [ Lips against his again for a moment, and then down against his throat and his collarbone for a moment. ] Which is what we were going to do anyways, so it's not even really a change of plans.
His eyes careful attention to what she's doing is more than a little bit flattering, more than a little gratifying. This is what she wants, and she meets his eyes with a smile and a challenge in hers. ]
We'll just have to go with what I want, then. [ Lips against his again for a moment, and then down against his throat and his collarbone for a moment. ] Which is what we were going to do anyways, so it's not even really a change of plans.
I'm gonna get in. Just. [ Okay, yeah, she can maneuver her way in without too much problem, yeah. She'll just set to work on that. ] You can come in anyways, though. If you want.
[ And with a glance up at him. ] I know not physically, but that was a lot to handle sense-wise. It's all good?
[ And with a glance up at him. ] I know not physically, but that was a lot to handle sense-wise. It's all good?
[ Good. He'd be doing it really wrong if he couldn't get her to laugh even a little bit after a while. ] Me. It helps if you're flying around to be encased in a suit of armor. You know, sometimes you get hit by an F16, sometimes you need to tackle some bad guy, it's just how it goes.
[ Well, you need to watch the thing you're trying to mitigate the surprise from. You can't not be surprised if you weren't paying attention, but you totally can if you were. Surprise can still happen, but statistically, the chances are better.
But he takes in what's only a slightly shaky breath, for which he's kind of proud, momentarily. ] What do you want? [ Resisting the urge to swallow against the tightness in his throat, the way he sort of wants to shift his weight again, muscles almost sporadically tensing further and then calming down in places against the urge. ]
But he takes in what's only a slightly shaky breath, for which he's kind of proud, momentarily. ] What do you want? [ Resisting the urge to swallow against the tightness in his throat, the way he sort of wants to shift his weight again, muscles almost sporadically tensing further and then calming down in places against the urge. ]
[ oh she totally will. she'd be looking forward to it if she was certain she was going to get him back. ]
I'm sure you could. Hey, maybe that was Dummy prototype one.
[ Swiveling to point out hers, just a couple down from the Ford, still unassuming and basic in comparison. ] Course you would, that's one of your favorites. Older you's. You've got good taste.
I'm sure you could. Hey, maybe that was Dummy prototype one.
[ Swiveling to point out hers, just a couple down from the Ford, still unassuming and basic in comparison. ] Course you would, that's one of your favorites. Older you's. You've got good taste.
[ She can make that breath so much shakier, she's certain of it. She watches him for a long moment after that question, because the look on his face right is definitely part of what she wants, and then she leans in closer, presses her body against his for a little bit. The layers of her clothes are in the way but she can still feel that tensing of muscles, everything about how his body is reacting to her.
This, right here, is what she wants. Control and the ability to make him slowly unravel beneath her touch. What she wants most of all, though, is the moment she succeeds in pushing past the outer limits of his control. ] You'll know when I have it. [ Grinding her hips against his just for a moment to relish the feeling through the fabric before pulling back away, hands trailing down his sides as she presses her lips to his collarbone. ]
This, right here, is what she wants. Control and the ability to make him slowly unravel beneath her touch. What she wants most of all, though, is the moment she succeeds in pushing past the outer limits of his control. ] You'll know when I have it. [ Grinding her hips against his just for a moment to relish the feeling through the fabric before pulling back away, hands trailing down his sides as she presses her lips to his collarbone. ]
I worry like it's going out of style. [ Or. Some other metaphor, don't judge her right now. But she slips into the bath and okay yes this is pretty much perfect she could fall asleep in here. Or at least, she could if she wasn't about to scrub blood off into the water. ] Okay. Go eat, I'll be out in a little bit.
[ She probably can, he wouldn't doubt it. And she does, right there, pressing herself against him even before she actually does anything, and he was right, he is sensitive, he didn't realize how right he was because she hadn't been doing as much touching. It's nothing overly so, and most of it is likely easily chalked up to the natural reaction nerves have without regards to anything his nerves do, but either way it's him here right now and that's what it feels like. He's already tense before the contact, and it only increases - the small amount it was able to - afterward. The texture of her clothes, the feel of her body behind them; he's inordinately aware of every point of contact and the fact that he's visibly dealing with it is sign enough of the effect.
Grinding. He grunts, eyes squeeze shut, two heavy breaths and back to normal because this is constraint we're going for here, this is 'keep calm and carry on' type shit, okay. And he is, and he can, and he totally is, what's the problem. He opens his eyes slowly, around when she's kissing his collarbone, wanting to say something, but what, and... Does he really? Ugh. ] Can you get it soon? [ Genuine question, a little hopeful, a little dazed; so many things at once, and she's pulled back but now she's trailing lightly and he still can't. Soon? Soon might be good. ]
Grinding. He grunts, eyes squeeze shut, two heavy breaths and back to normal because this is constraint we're going for here, this is 'keep calm and carry on' type shit, okay. And he is, and he can, and he totally is, what's the problem. He opens his eyes slowly, around when she's kissing his collarbone, wanting to say something, but what, and... Does he really? Ugh. ] Can you get it soon? [ Genuine question, a little hopeful, a little dazed; so many things at once, and she's pulled back but now she's trailing lightly and he still can't. Soon? Soon might be good. ]
[ No judging. He's just happy she didn't press further, because it's not bad, but he does need a little time alone to sort through things. He goes and grabs a snack - some kind of apple and a bowl of chexmix, because why not - and then lies down on the couch outside until Jarvis alerts him that the water is draining out of the tub, at which point Tony relocates to the side of the bed it looks like Max doesn't sleep on and flips on some repeat movie from the database downstairs. ]
Good bath?
Good bath?
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