fe_male | memeboxing

[ That's good, because she's really good at it, and he's always heard that you're supposed to take pride and enjoy the things that you're good at, so, you know, kudos and brownie points to her for such nice self-esteem processes. He's very proud, and appreciative, and all sorts of positive things in regards to her. Right now that's mostly being manifested as a low sort of moan, hands finally finding her and pulling her to him further, somehow. ]

[ She is totally very very good at it, and quite proud of it. So there's that. But oh yes, good, his hands pulling her even closer are very much appreciated because their bodies this close together provides a delightful amount of friction. She bites at his neck, lets herself drift lower so she can mouth at the skin near the arc reactor. ]

[ Totally doesn't elicit a noise from him at all. Like, definitely not a mildly surprised noise or anything like a higher pitched sound turning into a much lower one. He pushes up a little bit towards her again, holds onto her without inhibiting her movements, the muscles in his chest tightening and relaxing with her actions. ]

[ What a shame, she was definitely hoping for a noise. A noise quite like that one that totally didn't happen just now. She may just have to put a little more effort into obtaining another one that can't be explained away as hypothetical at all. And that is precisely what she's going to do, grinding down into his push up as she sucks a mark onto his skin. ]

[ Yeah okay that noise isn't hypothetical at all - it's a little strangled, catching in the back of his throat somewhere between her grind down and what her mouth is doing to his skin, but it's definitely a noise that time, no two ways about it. ]

[ Oh, much better, she likes the not even a little hypothetical version of that noise. It's really satisfying, and the nip of her teeth is sharp and heavy for a moment before she starts to sit up, reaching to pull him with her. ] Bed. [ Or a wall or a couch if they can't make it to bed, but even a matted floor isn't really going to be that comfortable, and they're in a house. ]

[ Yeah, he sits up with her, holding onto her like he'll never let go, then just stands up, still holding on to her. Hopefully she put her legs around his waist, but he's walking either way. Walking and refusing to remove his mouth from the delicious slope of her shoulder where he's buried his face now, and he does, indeed, stop at a wall first, at least by the doorway, to pay proper attention to that spot, because he can now and he basically feels like he needs to. ]

[ She has to say that she is a huge fan of the way that particular method of holding onto her feels, because right now she'd be more than okay with never letting him go. And she definitely wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood up, is trying to both kiss his neck and make sure that they're headed in the right direction and not running into anything they shouldn't be because he seems pretty thoroughly entranced by her shoulder and she's also really okay with that, that's great. Totally keep doing that, Tony.

She takes advantage of the wall at her back to wrap herself more firmly about his waist so that she has a good vantage point from which to move her mouth slowly down the side of his neck, down to the pulse point and where it meets his shoulder, all kinds of open skin to explore. ]

[ It's okay he's not going to run her into anything. Probably. He's usually pretty good at not walking into things, actually, he's never been particularly clumsy, so the only thing he doesn't mind her hitting right now is the wall, and that was still done with a modicum of care. He doesn't want her head to smack it or anything, he just doesn't feel like waiting for a flat surface right now.

He is entranced by her shoulder, he's very happy in general with her shoulders and her neck and her everything else, really. He's happy with the way she adjusts herself, and he holds her up with his hips so that he can enjoy the way she feels under his hands a little better. Her own actions tend to somewhat stutter his own, eliciting a low sound of approval from his chest as he sucks a little harder than he meant to for a second, then moves up the side of her neck in return. ]

[ Well good, because she doesn't mind being run a little into the wall but anywhere else would probably be mildly unpleasant. And she's pretty sure waiting for a flat surface would have been a huge pain and taken way too long right now.

Definitely too long, actually, and she presses her hips against his and molds her body along his as well as she can, nips down at his skin because that sound of approval was good, it was excellent even. She can go for that again, and her own groan isn't muffled at all. ]

[ Somehow he hadn't been expecting her to do that, and the way that he shifts his leg forward to help support her weight, presses back against her, is indicative beyond the second sound of approval that her actions are totally okay with him. He shifts suddenly back to kissing her mouth, looking for a way to advance this that doesn't involve letting her back down so they can continue removing clothing just yet. That'll be good, and he's very impatient, but right now he doesn't want to stop touching her. ]

[ She gasps a little at that added pressure, one hand sliding down his back with rather more force behind it than normal and the other raking through his hair as she tilts her face up to meet his kiss, returning it with interest. Don't worry, she's totally okay with dragging out this moment right now. She definitely wants to be more naked than she is, and that moment will be fantastic, but right now she just wants to keep kissing him until she has to surface for breath and maybe then some more. ]

[ He takes the small gasp as opportunity to enter her mouth, rocking up against her even though there's really not a whole lot of available space there to do it. He kisses her until he has to stop, resting his forehead against hers and panting to catch his breath, irritated at needing air so quickly. It's only a little bit, but the slight amount of reduced lung capacity he knows he has is still annoying as hell in instances like this. He just wants to keep kissing her, to feel her underneath him, and to make up for having to stop, he presses harder against her again, moves to nuzzle at her neck again while he gets his wind back. ]

[ That's definitely a good way to take that gasp, judging by the immediate response from her as she pushes into his kiss, the faint shudder and grind back against the rock of his hips as much as she's able with how pressed she is against the wall by now, pulling him closer with her hands as much as he's pushing her against it. She's breathing harder than normal by the time he has to pull away too, a little unevenly, and she nips at his lower lip, kisses the edge of his jaw and then as he moves towards her neck again she echoes his motions against his own neck, readjusting her legs just so she can shift against him. Walls are very good for pressure, she's pretty happy about that. ]

[ Walls are great for pressure, but pressure is horrible for self-control. He makes the kind of sound that's either reserved for mild to moderate pain you knew was going to happen, or sudden, intense pleasure, and his grip on her tightens again. He takes advantage of the fact that she's supported by his leg, his waist, and one hand, and uses the other to try and start on his pants, seeing as all she's got on are leggings anyway. He hoists her up just enough so that he can reach the button and the zipper and start undoing both, starting to graze his teeth over her neck, following it with gentler attention. ]

[ Oh god, the pressure and the sound he's making and his grip on this strong all at once - she whimpers and her hips almost writhe against him, teeth against his shoulder for a moment before she manages to calm herself enough to brace herself in a position that definitely allows him to work at removing his pants while pushing herself up enough to have space to peel her leggings down her thighs. And then she returns to kissing his neck, hands on him everywhere she can touch because she needs to be touching him right now, she just does. ]

Fuck. [ He can't tell if she's actually helping or not, initially, the way she's moving. It's certainly not helping his concentration at all, not that he needs a whole lot right now. It's a little harder, doing the button with only one hand, but he does have a bit of practice and once that's done, the zipper is easy. He was totally going to help her with hers after he got that done, but she's cleverly made that a non-issue, so he moves instead to hastily pushing them down enough, thumb in the waistband of the pants and underwear. It's not too difficult to pull them down enough - the pants sit a little lower now, just under his ass, but that's fine because he needed the space to keep his leg where it is for the moment - and then he isn't wasting time lining them both up and more or less letting gravity take care of the rest. ]

[ The sentiment behind his fuck is echoed in the way she grunts as he moves, grip on his shoulder tightening as she works at keeping herself up and not distracting him too much because what he's doing now she's pretty invested in, seriously, she wants those pants down. They need to come down, and she mutters come on against the skin of his neck and then oh god, yes, good, she's shifting herself as quickly as he's working at it and a moment later she's sliding down onto him, as impatient as him. ] Tony. [ Gasped out as she twists her hips against his as much as she's able to. She just really needs the movement, right now, movement of any kind. ]

[ He mumbles something in return that's probably supposed to be something like 'I'm working on it' but may or may not be predominantly unintelligible because he really is working on it and he's working on her neck and he doesn't have the processing power right now to properly run verbal commands. But he does get it done, and then they're together, and holy shit, and he needs a second, but she's already twisting, urging him to move, and so he cuts his second short and rocks up into her. He does it again, shifting his weight a little so she's not partially resting on his leg anymore but is held up entirely by his arms and his pelvis and her own bracing against the wall, and he uses the leverage and gravity to thrust up into her with more force than normal, gradually, slowly - then quickly - working up into a rhythm. ]

[ That's okay, she got the general meaning out of that well enough between the tone of his voice and the fact that he is totally working on it. He's working on everything, and the moment they come together her breath comes out in a hiss. ] Jesus. [ It's tight and uncontrolled, nothing about her movements or words right now particularly well thought out or under her control. She helps with the slight shift in support as well as she can, pushing back into his thrusts with the aid of gravity and working on trying to assist him in setting up a rhythm even as her breath catches every time he pushes into her. This setting she is definitely a fan of, the way the leverage is incredibly effective and he's so close to her. ]

[ He is close to her, and it's an almost imperceptible lean backwards to ensure that the arc reactor isn't bothering her, given how they're close and he doesn't want to leave uncomfortable lines on her breasts or anywhere else. Arms stay put, just the shoulders and inner chest pull back just a tad. But he's still keeping that rhythm, settling into one that both he and she seem to be falling into, and it's a relief to have the pattern down but now it's a matter of time. He buries his face in her shoulder, this time with his forehead resting against it as he thrusts and rocks up into her. He doesn't really have enough processing energy to talk right now, between holding her up and the steady movement, but he can still show her that he appreciates her, that he loves her even if he can't say it. It might not be traditional, it might not actually even be how most people define love, but it's love in the manner in which he understands it, and that's good enough for him. ]

[ She wraps her arms around him, in part so that she can help support herself and in part to rest her hands on the back of his head and neck, run up and down and then just hold on. Him not talking is okay, she doesn't have a lot of ability to speak beyond one syllable things that don't take thought and come to her automatically. Not talking is a sign of the moment, really. Not that she realizes precisely what he's saying. She can understand the feeling and most of the sentiment but her mind would balk long before she considered it a feeling of love. But it doesn't really matter whether she can consciously frame it as such - she understands, on a certain level, and she meets every thrust with her body, turns her lips to just by his ear and whispers encouragement, fragmented and disjointed but certainly there. ]

[ He loves her hands where they wind up, on his head and neck and along and up and down; takes the whispered, fractured encouragements and uses them, keeping his rhythm steady and on the occasionally extra good one, his thrust is a little harder. He's losing himself in her very quickly, and what's keeping him grounded are her hands at his neck, in his hair, and her words, fractured as they are, they're keeping him here, and functional, and that's what they both need right now. Maybe not in a few minutes, but right now. His own rhythm speeds slightly, a little less rhythmic, and his shields are starting to get very patchy in the meantime. He hasn't got the energy required to keep them going right now; not when he's putting so much into the physical connection between them. ]

[ She keeps them there, nails digging in inbetween the moments her grip slips and slides across his body for a moment before they return, always. She can feel his shields fracturing, slides inbetween the edges with almost gleeful abandon even if she's careful about the moment she opens her mind up in turn and lets him see precisely how pleased she is with this moment, how good it feels and how much she cares about him and the way her body is taking everything he's giving her and turning it into pleasure. The words continue unabated, more and more effort required even for the syllables of his name and the quiet short phrases of encouragement but still absolutely worth it. She wants this, wants him, so badly. Every time he thrusts harder it jars a little whimper from him, pushing down against it, asking for more with her lips and her body. ]

[ Yes, please keep talking, he's really enjoying that, even nonsensical as half the things she's saying are, as little he's actually able to pay attention to them specifically, they're helping. He's getting even less composed - or as composed as either one of them has been since she said simply 'Bed.' a few minutes ago - and they'll probably both have bruises later that can't be explained by their sparring, but right now he just wants to bury himself as deeply in her as he can, to elicit as many of those sounds from her as possible, interrupting the flow of those words he's enjoying so much. He can feel the way she slid in between the cracks in his shields, lets himself relax a little with her presence so near in multiple ways and show her some of his sensitivity, some of how all of this feels from his side without her having to go seek it out for herself. ]

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