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[ By the time he realizes that kissing him was like, one hundred percent for distraction's sake, it's a little late not to be surprised enough by that move that she can totally slide out a bit from underneath him. He makes an interesting, quick noise of either such surprise or his irritation-slash-indignation at being tricked so heinously, and tries to remedy the new issue as quickly as he can though. ]

[ Yes, it was a terrible, terrible misuse of power and she doesn't regret it at all right now because that was kind of a really hilarious noise he just made. The lack of use of her hands does make it a little bit difficult to really do something, but she's pretty flexible, and wrapping her legs around his torso is the first step to hopefully gaining the necessary leverage to getting them free. ]

[ Shut up no it wasn't. :| ]

You are such a goddamn cheater, you know that? [ It's more or less just grunted out as he tries to keep her in place - which goes... Okay. It doesn't go quite how he wants it to, although it doesn't exactly help that he seems to just get more desperate and less strategic the more it seems like she might be about to escape. ]

[ It totally was, she's very pleased with herself right now in general. At first the only response to that is a laugh, low and entirely pleased with herself, because she's trying to figure out if she can flip him from here. ]

First rule of combat, Tony. [ A little breathless in turn because she just wants her hands back and he's being rather unpredictable and making it pretty difficult here, not to mention being taller and heavier enough that once even partway pinned getting out isn't easy without more drastic measures. ]

[ She probably can if she waits for the right moment. He's not paying enough attention to his center of gravity right now, focused too much on keeping her in place and not enough on himself for the same. Her laughter doesn't really help his concentration at all. ]

What, seduce your opponent? Still feels like cheating.

Don't ever get distracted, actually.

[ Ha, yes, right moment achieved and she's back on top, if the awkwardness of the positioning means that one of her legs is still partially under him. She hasn't wrenched her hands free yet but for the moment she just spreads them on either side of his head and leans down to kiss him again. ]

And that was not seduction.

[ There is neither much he can nor wants to do about this change in circumstances to any great degree. He'd like to stop lying on her leg since it's hurting his back, probably her leg, and uncomfortable, but other than that, looking up at her while she basically pins him again. He has her hands, still, but she has him beat with gravity and physics. He'd applaud, if he could.

Kissing though, he's almost positive that that's just a distraction and there she goes saying it wasn't. ] Uh huh. Prove it.

[ Technically, he totally could applaud, he'd just have to let go of her hands to do it. She pauses in kissing him to wrench her leg out from under him, leaving her free enough to just straddle him. Her hands she leaves in his grip - with this much of an advantage she's okay with that. She can get them back if she really needs them. ]

This is seduction. [ Murmured against his ear before she starts to kiss her way down his neck, rough, special attention to the points she knows are sensitive for him. Kissing him had been almost entirely about distracting him, nothing beyond that it was a kiss really specifically designed for anything further. This - this definitely is. ]

[ It's a lot more awkward to hold on to her wrists from this angle though. His leverage in several variables has been greatly diminished now.

He'd probably have more of a problem with this if she weren't actually doing something that's fairly amazing. As it is he sort of moves, attempts to roll her back over while she's distracted, although it's pretty obvious that he's rapidly the one who is more distracted right now, the way he pushes up against her instead of twisting as much as he could, or how his hands slightly shift positions. He doesn't entirely give in, because he's got more control than that (a bit), but there's definitely a marked difference, she's right. ]

This is cheating.

[ She's pretty controlled at the moment, answering his attempt to roll her back over with a twist of her hips against his, grinding down against his push and okay, that might make her a little more distracted than she had been a moment before when she was putting all her effort into affecting him. That actually does something to her as well as him, and it's a really good thing. ]

Are you really going to tell me to stop? [ Murmured against the underside of his throat and followed up with a sharp nip and suction, working on marking him. ]

[ He is not going to tell her to stop. He is not, in point of fact, going to tell her anything. He is instead going to mostly make a little noise that's not at all anything but objectively manly, and tilt his head to make that a little easier for her. His hands have relaxed a bit, but that's just because she's forcing his attention to go in totally different places. Like his hips, which - okay, he's not going totally seduced all at once here, he got that she got something out of that, a little more than she was expecting. It's why he doesn't mind potentially interrupting what she's doing to his neck by arching his hips back up towards her again. ]

[ Oh yes, entirely objectively manly, and she takes full advantage of the tilt of his head, grinning against his skin at the faint slackening of his hand's grips. She's been pretty sure she could get her hands out for a little bit now and just hasn't bothered, and right now she's too busy but she knows she could. And perhaps that's why she leaves them as is, just presses her lips a little lower down his throat, single-minded until he presses back up against her and okay, yes, that feels really nice. Her breath stutters against the sudden pressure as she grinds back down almost without thinking about it, eyes heavy lidded and rapidly darkening when she presses her lips against his mouth for a moment, barely pulls back to speak. ]

Borrowing tactics. Very good. [ A slightly deeper kiss before she pulls away again. ] Glad to know I'm teaching you something.

[ His turn to smile with the stuttering in her breath, his turn to gasp as she instinctively, immediately, grinds back down in return. He's more than happy to kiss her again when she comes towards him for it, and he lets go of her wrists entirely in favor of running them along her back, wherever she seems close enough to do so. ]

Yeah, how to bewilder your bad guys.

[ Her smile against his mouth is small and private at that change of his hand's location, because she's really quite happy with him touching her right now. Very happy indeed, and she presses in closer and kisses him again, harder this time. ]

Maybe I should be a bad guy more often.

You could. [ Yes, good, excellent, he approves of all of this - the harder, the kissing, the pressing, the happiness, the touching; everything's okay right now. ] I have a slight preference for bad girls, but really - [ kissing. ] - you know - [ more kissing. ] - anything bad. [ clearly. ]

Mmm. [ She arches her back up against his hands, smile widening. ] Then you hit the jackpot. Now shut up for a minute and let me kiss you. [ Nipping at his lip as she puts force into her kiss, pressing him back against the mat. She's pretty sure she's got this seduction thing down. ]

Well, okay I can pr- [ 'obably do that', is what he was going to say, which totally contradicts what she was telling him to do, but that's... Basically how Tony functions. He stops trying to talk when she pushes him back into the mat though, settling instead for talking with his hands and holding her tighter. ]

[ She makes an amused noise against his mouth, all the acknowledgement of how he was trying to totally contradict himself she has time for because she's a little busy right now kissing him, her hands moving to his shoulders and her hips pushing down. Maybe she initially meant this solely as a demonstration to him of things she felt he needed to know, but right now she's perfectly happy with the ways it's turned out. ]

[ Mmmm when her hips push down, and she totally has the advantage here, and he's totally okay with that. Mostly. But right now this is fun and this is her hands on his shoulders, and his hands on her rips, feeling the muscles to push against him in place and then ] Nnn, fuck [ she's rolled against him again and whatever. He doesn't actually care that much about anything right now. ]

[ She might need to make an effort to change that mostly to a definitely, here. But for the moment she's just dropping her hands lower, fumbling at his shirt as she kisses his jaw, along the line of his neck. ] You should [ an impatient tug ] just get rid of this, who needs shirts for sparring practice? [ As her hips roll down again hard, because she really quite liked that noise he'd just made. She wouldn't argue with him sounding like that again. ]

[ She's mostly winning, honestly. He arches up so the fabric slides up his back easier if she't tugging it off with him. But he obliges to her issued statement, pulling the shirt off one handed and then letting it go where ever he wound up tossing it to. ] I sure don't. What don't you need?

[ She's totally okay with winning here. She's generally almost always okay with winning, in fact, there are few circumstances in which she wouldn't be okay with it. As he pulls off his shirt she sits up and drops her hands to the hem of her own tank top, starting to peel it off as he finishes talking and grinning down at him. ] That, for starters. Clothes in general, for both of us.

[ He likes that look on her. ] I can't do the rest of mine while you're sitting on me and you're not allowed to move away too far. So. [ theatrical shrug. ]

[ Her eyebrows go up as she leans back down again, close enough that her bare skin is just next to his bare skin but not quite touching as she mouths at his jawline, the side of his neck. ] Did you just say not allowed? [ He may want to rethink that particularly phrasing.

Or he may totally not. His choice. The sound in her voice promises a fair amount of recalcitrance towards agreeing with any directions towards her. ]

[ His hands float along her sides but hover when he realizes she's deliberately not touching and as such trying to pull her down to start some touching might not go over smoothly. The muscles in his neck work quietly for a few seconds before he gets out a slightly tight: ] Did I?

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