[ He simply answers that with an mm-hmm without actually moving his mouth away from her, which is probably sort of not helping, but it's not as though he actually cares about details like that. He loves to get noises out of her, probably almost to the same degree she does from him, and right now he's doing his level best to get as many as he can. He's fairly certain she's going to attempt to return the favor as soon as she remembers to move again, and in the meantime he likes to compete to do as much as he can to her before she does. ]
[ That's a very smart attitude to have, re: mornings. I like that. He allows a short smile when she moves the blade away to nudge his chin up, tilts his head back without much hesitation, only a little bit of tightness in his throat. There's a surprisingly large amount of trust with her though, for someone who typically doesn't go in for that sort of thing. The hesitation was hardly even discernible. ] It's talent born of an absolute lack of faith in others and pure impatience, not anything like natural skill.
Never without your permission. [ Fairly seriously, because she means that and she wants him to know she does. Forcing any empathy on him without his consent is approximately the very last thing she would willingly do. But that gesture, what he says next brings a small smile to her face, and she looks down at him. ] Thanks. You too.
[ That - is a fair point, true. She just doesn't know what to do with people caring enough to be angry that that was her life, because she's become accustomed to the reality of it and the fact that there wasn't a choice. It was just a thing, it happened, she had to deal with it so she did. And everyone else did too, so it didn't make sense for others to get angry about it. Even if she'd had anyone willing to. John had, still, sometimes, but that had always been tainted by how he'd abandoned her to try to achieve her not having to deal with it. So this is something that at once feels nice but she doesn't really know how to respond to at all.
She doesn't particularly know what more she can do for him right now but what she already is, staying close both physically and mentally, open as much as is safe and trying to keep a close eye on anything he might need or want. Reassurance and faith and the steady belief in his goodness is all she knows to offer, right now. ]
She doesn't particularly know what more she can do for him right now but what she already is, staying close both physically and mentally, open as much as is safe and trying to keep a close eye on anything he might need or want. Reassurance and faith and the steady belief in his goodness is all she knows to offer, right now. ]
[ It really doesn't help at all. Or rather, it totally helps, it helps in all kinds of ways, but not in the actually making talking easy thing because now she's just arching up a little against his mouth, and she feels no inclination to try to hold back on the noises she's making right now, not the way her breathing goes uneven or the moan or the soft murmur of his name. It's a little hard to reach him right now, but if she angles her hips right she thinks she can press her lower thigh between his legs, give him some pressure, and she works at doing just that because she loves this but she'd like to see if she can't get a little bit back from him right now. She's definitely going to return the favor fully once she can reach him better, though. ]
[ It's better to just appropriate definitions of things when necessary and change them to suit your own needs, right? She wouldn't really have been surprised if he'd hesitated more, trust or not, because throats and razors tend to be slightly sensitive when put together. But the lack of hesitation makes her smile, and she does the first stroke carefully but surely, doesn't talk again until she's wiping the blade off. ] Really? Because I think a lot of people would disagree with that assessment.
[ It's okay, he honestly doesn't think she ever will (unless like. he's lost and she needs to find him via empathy? thread!!!!!??????) ] Good role model. Are you really going to stay up?
Edited (shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh okay now i'm done) 2013-06-23 05:46 (UTC)
[ He doesn't know what he wants for a little while. He probably wanted to be left alone, but at the same time, he really didn't want to be left alone. He wanted to be let go, and then he realized that might not be a great idea right now, and he can't just stay here, tied up with nothing to do, because that will just mean he gets to dwell on things and that is potentially the worst idea of them all, honestly. He doesn't know what he wants. He couldn't even tell her what he needs right now.
So it's a little while where he just accepts the small amounts she can give him, the small amounts she is giving him in an attempt to help him stay calm and stop with the overload. He appreciates her presence, curls into it as much as his current restraints will allow - and he still likes those, oddly. They make him feel safe when she's here, like she won't let anything happen to him, even if it's him - and takes what it will give him. He would like to kiss her - he almost needs to kiss her, really, but he doesn't quite know how to express this specifically. He can try and think it at her, stare at her lips. He doesn't want to be let go, he just wants to kiss her, he needs to, and then she can put the gag right back on, he doesn't care. It's probably a better idea if she does.
Really he just wants her to stay. He wants to stay like this until he can relax, and relax fully. Otherwise he'll get up and work himself back up and then be agitated and that won't help anyone, now will it? That would be the opposite of what she's just tried to do, what he's still trying to accept. ]
So it's a little while where he just accepts the small amounts she can give him, the small amounts she is giving him in an attempt to help him stay calm and stop with the overload. He appreciates her presence, curls into it as much as his current restraints will allow - and he still likes those, oddly. They make him feel safe when she's here, like she won't let anything happen to him, even if it's him - and takes what it will give him. He would like to kiss her - he almost needs to kiss her, really, but he doesn't quite know how to express this specifically. He can try and think it at her, stare at her lips. He doesn't want to be let go, he just wants to kiss her, he needs to, and then she can put the gag right back on, he doesn't care. It's probably a better idea if she does.
Really he just wants her to stay. He wants to stay like this until he can relax, and relax fully. Otherwise he'll get up and work himself back up and then be agitated and that won't help anyone, now will it? That would be the opposite of what she's just tried to do, what he's still trying to accept. ]
[ He's going just fine, even getting a nice rhythm going, and then she slides her thigh up against him and that slight fumble is obvious. It's stutters his actions - and it was weird, because it was morning wood, right, and then sort of lost attention, and then there was the arousal again, so it's been a while and he's a little sensitive too, if not to the degree she is. So he sucks in a little air, leaves a mark on her a little darker than he'd intended to, and even as he rocks against her thigh, trying to get something a little better, he apologizes for being harder with her own sensitive areas by salving them with smoother, softer movements. For a little while, at least. ]
[ This is my argument with 'helping' and 'fun' and ---
He raises his eyebrows as the beginning of a playfully skeptical expression, but the short amount he lowered his face to start leveling it at her is quickly rectified as he remembers the blade, feels it first touch, the start to draw across his skin again, and he similarly doesn't move until she's wiping the blade off from that stroke. ] Oh? On what grounds?
He raises his eyebrows as the beginning of a playfully skeptical expression, but the short amount he lowered his face to start leveling it at her is quickly rectified as he remembers the blade, feels it first touch, the start to draw across his skin again, and he similarly doesn't move until she's wiping the blade off from that stroke. ] Oh? On what grounds?
I'm really gonna stay up. [ Yes good, excellent thread idea. ] Not gonna change my mind on that.
it's okay though his brand of not okay can be pretty great
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motherofnemesis
2013-06-23 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's not going to let him alone right now unless he's very clear in that desire, because it feels kind of like a very bad idea, but the whole possibility of dwelling if he simply remains trapped is also a problem. She's playing this moment entirely by ear, really, trying to determine moment by moment what he needs or wants, what the difference between those two things might be. That he is okay is the most important thing right now, nothing surpassing it.
And she does pick up on that thread of thought, because she's paying rather close attention to his mind right now, any part of it that he's letting stay open to her, and that's practically aimed at her. There's a moment where she just watches him, trying to be certain that that's what he wants, but he seems fairly certain and kissing him is something she's not at all opposed to, is something that she thinks might be good for them both right now. She slips the knot of the gag loose, replaces the cloth with her mouth almost as soon as it's gone so that there's no space for him to try to say something. Right now she doesn't want him to say things, just figure it out for himself. Her kiss is thorough, calm but possessive and claiming, a little rough. Hers, hers, hers, that is what her mouth is saying, because right now she feels a need to reiterate that.
There's no chance of her leaving, not until he wants her to, so he's safe there. She's going to stay with him for as long as he wants her. ]
And she does pick up on that thread of thought, because she's paying rather close attention to his mind right now, any part of it that he's letting stay open to her, and that's practically aimed at her. There's a moment where she just watches him, trying to be certain that that's what he wants, but he seems fairly certain and kissing him is something she's not at all opposed to, is something that she thinks might be good for them both right now. She slips the knot of the gag loose, replaces the cloth with her mouth almost as soon as it's gone so that there's no space for him to try to say something. Right now she doesn't want him to say things, just figure it out for himself. Her kiss is thorough, calm but possessive and claiming, a little rough. Hers, hers, hers, that is what her mouth is saying, because right now she feels a need to reiterate that.
There's no chance of her leaving, not until he wants her to, so he's safe there. She's going to stay with him for as long as he wants her. ]
[ She loves that small fumble, delights in the effects she can have on him and a moment later gasps a little in turn at the harder press of his mouth, the way it's almost on the line between pleasure and pain. She quite likes that feeling, really. It's not easy to adjust the angle and press of her thigh in this position, entirely, but she can manage some harder pressure, a little side to side roll of it even as her breath goes shallow and fast with his actions, the way he's gone back to softer and gentler. It's a really effective apology, even if one wasn't needed. ]
[ i'm just saying sharing an argument with max isn't necessary a good thing.
She pauses at the tilt of his head, waits until it's back up to continue the stroke. There is absolutely no way she's risking hurting him here, seriously, she kind of likes him a lot and it would be a waste of a good nice moment here. ] On the grounds of you having ridiculous amounts of natural talent. [ Blade back on his skin as she gets the sides of his throat, and then she sets it down and picks up the towel to pat off any remaining lather. ] And being spectacular.
She pauses at the tilt of his head, waits until it's back up to continue the stroke. There is absolutely no way she's risking hurting him here, seriously, she kind of likes him a lot and it would be a waste of a good nice moment here. ] On the grounds of you having ridiculous amounts of natural talent. [ Blade back on his skin as she gets the sides of his throat, and then she sets it down and picks up the towel to pat off any remaining lather. ] And being spectacular.
[ He's actually somewhat pleased when just having thought it at her seems to have worked, she's reaching for the gag, and there's a split second where he wants to say something, is thinking of what he is going to say despite how not more than four seconds ago he had decided he didn't feel like talking. There's this split second that happens before the choice is once more removed from him, and he's grateful for that all over again, just as much as he is that she listened and is letting him have this, have this kiss. She's kissing him like he's worth something, like he's something she considers valuable, something she wants to keep, and it brings the tightness in his throat and some of the water in his eyes right back. He ignores them both though, kissing her back as much as he can with his limited range of movement and the way she's controlling the kiss itself. He lets her claim him, feels warm and wanted because of it, but pushes back occasionally in the attempt to also say something with the kiss. It isn't often that Tony Stark can accurately express gratitude - and maybe that's not what this is, per se, because he's still accepting the thing he's supposed to be giving her thanks for - but this is fairly close, all considered.
As long as she's not leaving, as long as this kiss lasts for at least a minute or two, after that, he doesn't know. He isn't thinking that far ahead right now, really. He's not thinking ahead too much at all - his trains of thought are all moving sluggishly, overloaded and too heavy to run in the smooth lines and systems they're typically used to. He just knows that right now, this moment, he's okay. ]
As long as she's not leaving, as long as this kiss lasts for at least a minute or two, after that, he doesn't know. He isn't thinking that far ahead right now, really. He's not thinking ahead too much at all - his trains of thought are all moving sluggishly, overloaded and too heavy to run in the smooth lines and systems they're typically used to. He just knows that right now, this moment, he's okay. ]
[ Smoother and softer sort of stop altogether when she does the side to side roll and he's suddenly in a similar can't-tell-if-I-like-that-or-if-it-hurts type boat, although also similarly comes down on the side of yes-oh-man-I-like-that. Momentary question resolved, he resumes his actions, mouth moving to the area between both breasts again as he lets his hands come up either side of his head to work at repeating what his tongue had been doing earlier. ]
[ ...point taken.
He appreciates that care for his well-being, particularly since his own is spotty at best. But he stays still for the final pieces there, keeps his head where it is when she puts down the razor for the towel instead. Talking into the towel though, while she's wiping his face off, that's totally okay. ] Oh, those grounds. I wasn't sure if you knew about those grounds.
He appreciates that care for his well-being, particularly since his own is spotty at best. But he stays still for the final pieces there, keeps his head where it is when she puts down the razor for the towel instead. Talking into the towel though, while she's wiping his face off, that's totally okay. ] Oh, those grounds. I wasn't sure if you knew about those grounds.
you are welcome. and okay yes i think that's about it for this one
motherofnemesis
2013-06-26 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
You're welcome. [ Soft and quiet, because she's not going to say no problem, it's not true and it makes it sound like she's dismissing things. So you're welcome is the truest, simplest answer there. ]
[ She could have guessed that he was going to try to think of something to say anyways, part of why she kissed him as soon as the gag was gone, because she doesn't think he's actually ready to say anything yet, would be saying things for the sake of saying them and that's not necessary. She doesn't need to hear anything from him until he actually wants to say it. The rest of her reason for kissing him is simply because she wants to, badly, wants to feel them together in some respect, the way their mouths fit together and how he pushes back against her. He's giving back, there, and she's not entirely sure what it is he's saying but she knows that she likes it.
There is no way she's going to leave him right now, not until he either asks her to or she is certainly that leaving wouldn't harm any of the progress she thinks she's finally made. There's a thoroughness to the press of her mouth that means this kiss can go on as long as it takes for him to think of what he wants next. Anyways, she's not thinking very far ahead right now either. Most of her attention is fixed on him and the way he feels beneath her and the faint feeling of okay-ness she's getting from him. That's all she wants, really. Him to be okay. ]
There is no way she's going to leave him right now, not until he either asks her to or she is certainly that leaving wouldn't harm any of the progress she thinks she's finally made. There's a thoroughness to the press of her mouth that means this kiss can go on as long as it takes for him to think of what he wants next. Anyways, she's not thinking very far ahead right now either. Most of her attention is fixed on him and the way he feels beneath her and the faint feeling of okay-ness she's getting from him. That's all she wants, really. Him to be okay. ]
[ It's a really fascinating boat to be in, she feels, and she thinks it's a boat that she wouldn't mind happening again. But she's just going to continue using her thigh for pressure against him, hands drifting up to curl through his hair as she makes an interesting half choked moan, not having expect that movement of his hands. ] God, you're thorough. [ That is not remotely a complaint. It is in fact a compliment, definitely. ]
Doesn't everyone know those grounds? [ She sets the towel down, looks over her handiwork with a critical gaze to try and determine that she's gotten the shave right and all of his beard done with no parts newly missing, and then nods her head decisively and leans in to snatch a quick kiss because he's right there and she feels like it. ] Those are very well known grounds, I think.
[ He's totally not ready to say anything yet - if he had had the chance to speak, he would have started talking about something else, probably, and that's not helpful or beneficial right now. Not necessarily the precise opposite of those either, but right now the situation could probably use all the help and benefits it can get.
Like this kiss, which is saying so much anyway, reinforcing everything she just told him, everything she just showed him, and he doesn't know how to accept that but he can accept this, the tangible proof of it beyond the ephemerality of memory and emotion. She's being definitive, not allowing for any misunderstanding, and she's taking her time with him. He still doesn't know what to do, really, but he can tell that something has shifted. Hopefully it will stay that way.
He starts to disengage when he starts to run out of breath in earnest. He stayed with her as long as he could - partially because it was just a really good kiss and partially because he was still considering what he was going to do now - but he does eventually have to pull away, pulling in deep lungfuls of air. And, hey, if that was another way to keep himself from talking, give himself some more time, he's okay with it too.
But now he's not doing anything and he still can't move and he's looking at her trying not to actually pant the breath back into himself and he has no idea what he wants. He wanted this, without the trick. He might still want it. He doesn't want to be left alone, and he's fairly certain that if they stop here and he gets up and dressed and they go try to do something, anything, it will almost immediately feel awkward and they'll split out of separate senses of preservation. He might still be trying to find the last traces of reassurance, one last check for deceit in her eyes. Mostly though, he wants her to say something. He thinks she's probably waiting on him to say something, but all he can offer her right now is the clear feeling of not wanting to be alone - which she clearly already has - and a sense of trying to come to his feet on what is now a very shaken foundation. He needs something to build it back up with, and he has no idea what that would be. ]
Like this kiss, which is saying so much anyway, reinforcing everything she just told him, everything she just showed him, and he doesn't know how to accept that but he can accept this, the tangible proof of it beyond the ephemerality of memory and emotion. She's being definitive, not allowing for any misunderstanding, and she's taking her time with him. He still doesn't know what to do, really, but he can tell that something has shifted. Hopefully it will stay that way.
He starts to disengage when he starts to run out of breath in earnest. He stayed with her as long as he could - partially because it was just a really good kiss and partially because he was still considering what he was going to do now - but he does eventually have to pull away, pulling in deep lungfuls of air. And, hey, if that was another way to keep himself from talking, give himself some more time, he's okay with it too.
But now he's not doing anything and he still can't move and he's looking at her trying not to actually pant the breath back into himself and he has no idea what he wants. He wanted this, without the trick. He might still want it. He doesn't want to be left alone, and he's fairly certain that if they stop here and he gets up and dressed and they go try to do something, anything, it will almost immediately feel awkward and they'll split out of separate senses of preservation. He might still be trying to find the last traces of reassurance, one last check for deceit in her eyes. Mostly though, he wants her to say something. He thinks she's probably waiting on him to say something, but all he can offer her right now is the clear feeling of not wanting to be alone - which she clearly already has - and a sense of trying to come to his feet on what is now a very shaken foundation. He needs something to build it back up with, and he has no idea what that would be. ]
[ Yes he is, thorough. He likes to be thorough, likes to show her precisely how much she can feel, how good she can feel from the simplest things - and sometimes not so simple. He enjoys opening that aspect of things up for her in what's hopefully a markedly more pleasant manner than how those have done it in the past for different purposes, and it's not just because he's selfish and loves touching her as much as she will let him.
In the meantime, he adjusts a little bit, gets the pressure she's giving him in a slightly better place and then can't really help the instinctive rock of his hips against her thigh, even while he continues on with his hands and mouth. Mouth a little less though, as he moves his face a little bit away from her to look at her own. ]
In the meantime, he adjusts a little bit, gets the pressure she's giving him in a slightly better place and then can't really help the instinctive rock of his hips against her thigh, even while he continues on with his hands and mouth. Mouth a little less though, as he moves his face a little bit away from her to look at her own. ]
[ He quirks an eyebrow at her as she finishes up her inspection, finds that kiss altogether horribly too brief, but he supposes he does have things to do. What a pity. Doesn't mean he can't smooth his hands along the outside of her thighs for a moment before he takes a step away, starts to fix up his tie. ] Well, you never can be too certain. People have an astounding aptitude for obliviousness.
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