fe_male | memeboxing

[ She's pretty okay with him worrying about it a little for now, because seriously. And the two minutes thing was deliberate too. Of course he'd waste at least a little bit of it, she was pretty sure of that. But even then, a little under two minutes is long enough to spend some time thinking even while taking clothes off.

She takes the stairs once he's in the room, waits just outside the door until the allotted time is up and then walks in, ignoring him after a short glance to make sure he's followed instructions in favor of walking over to where she knows (after some exploration) there are padded cuffs. Once those are retrieved she turns to face him, gestures towards the bed. ]

Don't worry, I'm not going to make you talk. [ A faint edge to it. ] The opposite of that, actually.

[ It's weird how many reads he's getting off this whole situation that come across as mixed signals. Ordinarily, he would count bedroom, this time of day, naked, no talking, and toys as something he could lump together in a pile of good things. Right now though, she still seems too irritated for that, and he isn't sure about how some emotions work in tandem but he's pretty sure that there's an aspect to this that isn't normal. He looks at the cuffs and then at her and slowly sits at the bottom of the bed, sliding up the covers as indicated. ]

Are we gonna sing? Because I'm not really in the mood right now.

[ There's definitely still frustration lurking in her at the fact that talking is something that he's taken off the table, at least for now, but for the most part the rest of her seriousness is just a reminder that this isn't really all about feeling good (though that is certainly a large part of it, this is something she would have wanted to try eventually anyways she thinks). She follows him to the bed, moves after and straddles him. For a moment her face softens when she's settled and she meets his eyes seriously. ]

Same safeword? [ She's hardly going to restrain him until she's certain he's okay with being on board with it. ]

[ One of the beauties of handcuffing someone to the bed is that they have an awfully hard time leaving it when you actually do decide you want to talk about something. Might put a damper on other things, but honestly, given how much he's expecting it to happen anyway, regardless of what he feels are his own wishes on the matter, it might not be a terrible thing.

He watches her move, looks back at her and catches that bit of seriousness. He can match it long enough to nod before he starts looking for the cuffs, glancing around the room because that's easier than thinking about how he's not talking, not going to talk. He doesn't want to, regardless of whatever all of this becomes. ] Yeah, the same.

[ It's crossed her mind that that might become a secondary use for this whole thing, but it depends. She doesn't want to push too much, would rather he say something because he wants to. But possibly a little bit, if she can make him say a little bit more might follow of its own free will. It depends, though, she'll wait and see. Get a feel for things. ]

Okay. [ The cuffs she tossed on the bed beside her, and now she slides her hand up his right arm, pins it down before she reaches for one of them and snaps it on and attached to the bed. There's a moment of evaluation, there, just to see that things remain okay, before she moves on to his other hand, still silent. ]

[ Aside from the general disinclination to talk about what it is that's actually causing all of this, it does feel rather like the kind of moment you stay quiet for, for whatever reason. He's guessing she's quiet because she's tired, irritated, and he's really hoping he's not made a mistake in voluntarily letting her handcuff him naked to the bed, because there are just a myriad of ways that letting someone who you happen to know is actually quite annoyed with you, do that to you, can really quite quickly go decidedly not in your favour. Not that he really thinks anything quite so negative of her, it's just a thing, he's moderately paranoid and just manages to keep it in pretty good check when it's about things that matter, and he decided she mattered a long time ago by this point.

But a certain level of silence also brings its own kind of baggage, and after he feels like he really can't take it anymore, having watched her do both hands now in total silence, he gives it a few moments and then rattles both wrists around, glancing them both over and then looking at her. ] Looks secure.

[ Seriously, part of her is still stuck on the fact that he's actually been listening to her. She sure as hell wouldn't have listened to him if he'd told her to do this, and part of that is because there is no way she would ever let someone take the use of her hands from her, even him, and part of it is just that it really seems to indicate a massive lack of a self preservation instinct, right there. Or a lot of trust in her, one or the other. She trusts him a great deal, sure, but she doesn't trust him that much. Whichever one it is, a significant part of her brain is still deeply surprised he's there beneath her.

Her frown deepens just a little bit when he speaks, and she shakes her head and presses her fingers to his lips, other hand on his shoulder. ] No. No talking. You've done a lot of that already.

[ Well on some level it is something he wants, or needs, or something, he just doesn't talk about it very much because it doesn't really make sense with the persona he gives the vast majority of the world he encounters. On another level, he does have all the approximate self-preservation instincts of a mayfly. On probably the most important level, he does trust her. It's not particularly easily won trust, which is one reason there's so much of it. Another is simply that she's only ever given him reason to trust her more and more. It's like a hilarious parallel to the 'you won't disappoint me' conversation, only in this case instead of general disappointment, it's very specific. Although to be fair there is a teeny tiny part of his that would also like to know.

For a few moments he just blinks at her over the top of her fingers. No talking. That will be... difficult. It's not unexpected, but it's still a thing he'll have to be annoyed with to some degree. That and it looks like a point for the 'you're going to get a talking to young man' line of thought. He can't talk, so he just nods once or twice, a little acknowledgement. ]

[ A hilarious, terrible parallel. Later she might ask him that. Why did he stay? Why did he listen to her? For right now, though, she's just going to - well, take advantage of it. She feels like there should be a word with less not good connotations, but that'll do.

The no talking thing is going to be interesting, that's for certain. She doesn't see him doing it all that well by himself, and if he doesn't follow it too much she might have to take steps to make sure that he has to follow it, because for once she's quite serious about not wanting him to talk. He's done a great deal of talking, the past while. But for the moment she's just going to start slowly unbuttoning her shirt, grinding down a little against his hips. ]

[ 'Advantage' and 'discriminate', both ruined by misconceptions of their own meanings. It's sad.

Yeah, he's probably not going to be able to follow that very well, especially if she starts talking to him, even idly. (although also especially if she doesn't say anything at all, so. whoops.) For the moment though, he lets his eyes track the movement the way he wants his hands to be, occasionally glancing back up to watch her face, because he's interested in her face and how it reacts to what its hands are doing. And he's shifting under her a little bit, not hard yet but still looking for some sort of pressure or friction to help that along. Or just feel good. He's impatient, and he has the feeling she's going to be moving quite leisurely. ]

[ There's just no way to win with the talking without finding a way to make sure he doesn't have a choice, is there. But for now she doesn't have to consider that. As soon as he shifts she stills, lets her hips become immovable. It's her pace they're going with here, not his, and that's good intuition of his right there. Leisurely is in fact the plan. Very much so.

Her face isn't particularly reacting to what her hands are doing yet, still watching him like a hawk, serious and tracking every flicker of his eyes back and forth. She slides out of the shirt, lets it drop to the floor, and her hands move to her back, unhooking her bra and taking it off about as slowly as she can. Her eyes do flicker closed for a moment, now, as she runs one thumb over a nipple, but her voice remains even. ] You've been being kind of an ass, Tony.

[ Probably not, but at least they have the unique relationship to where if the choice was removed, it isn't as though any potential distress couldn't be communicated otherwise. If he actually wants her to stop at any point, directing the emotion towards her is probably more straightforward than actually saying something. Similarly related is likely one of the other contributing factors to why he listened to her in the first place - if he actually does feel like he needs to, there isn't much that's going to stop him getting out of this. Although that would obviously take quite a bit of needs-to.

Immovability makes him stop shifting, releasing the rest of a breath quickly through his nose to vent the frustration but otherwise taking the hint well enough. It doesn't mean he stops watching her, even when he knows she's doing the same to him in return, and for similar reasons. At the words though, he's back up to her face, no flicking around, raising his chin a little and setting his jaw, because yeah, okay, he has been, he admits it, but he still feels justified in his reasons. Maybe not quite to have been an ass to her, since she didn't know, doesn't know, what or how many his reasons are, but part of being an ass is not explaining yourself and he's never been very good at that, just ask his geometry teacher, and he isn't about to start right now. For the moment, he still doesn't say anything, but he keeps looking at her for a few seconds before looking off to the side instead. ]

[ There is that, which is really definitely useful. It helps alleviate a lot of any discomfort or worry she would feel doing this, because she can monitor how he feels and whether anything is going somewhere he doesn't want it to go. Extra reassurance, for her and for him, because even in the never-going-to-happen scenario of her not wanting to listen to him knowingly causing a Sentinel distress would be really hard for her.

Taking the hint is good, but the shift in gaze isn't so much. She leans down, plants one hand to the side of his head and grasps his chin with the other in an attempt to get him to face her again rather than looking away. ] You look at me. [ She's going to get this resolved, one way or another. Though he is still listening to her and not talking. She's just not sure if that's because she told him not to or because he doesn't want to discuss it at all. Probably a mix, she thinks. There's no real anger in her face, but it still holds a distinctly stern cast to it. ] There had better be a damn good reason for treating people like that. Is there?

[ Exactly. They have a lot of failsafes here even if he can't physically talk.

He resists that, if for no other reason than because he feels like it, but the resistance doesn't last for very long before he lets her readjust his viewpoint. He still has the same set to his jaw, but he's looking at her again. For a moment. He doesn't want to face that sternness in her eyes, because he knows what it's there for and how he put it there and fantastic this was a lot even without that. He looks down near the end of her statement, and keeps looking down after she asks the question, somewhere around her collarbone. His own eyes give him away too often - more prudent to avert them as much as possible. Not to mention he's still not supposed to talk, so he can't answer the question very well. Just keep flicking his gaze back and forth between her face, and whatever's near to her face but not actually her face. ]

[ She doesn't put a great deal of force behind her hand, but enough that there's pressure against his resistance. And controlling precisely where his eyes go, that's a little bit harder, but she can lean a little more and make it harder for him to evade her eyes, though still not impossible. His eyes do have a tendency of giving him away, telling her what she wants to know without him needing to say anything. They would be pretty helpful here. ]

Yes or no question, Tony. Shake no or nod yes. [ It would have to be a very, very good reason indeed to get her to actually stop looking the way she does, or to arrest her free hand from starting to move down his chest, drawing light fingers over the sensitive places she's come to know quite well. For all that her touch is fairly light, it's not particularly gentle, aimed solely at stimulating him. ]

[ There's a very long moment, at the tail end of which he finally does meet her eyes for a split second, because he needs to see her expression and it's overpowering his desire not to let her see the final aspects of his. This very long moment, and then he's looking off again and nodding like she's somehow dragging the answer out of him rather than her having simply asked a question and getting an answer.

And they're not... very good reasons. One even he knows is kind of juvenile or something, and the other shouldn't bother him. He should be over that by now, Tony Stark gets over everything pretty quickly. (Or under it.) But they're reasons and they're what he has even if all his bravado for maintaining them is dissipating into general irritation and something he doesn't know how to explain very well.

That's helpful though. For her, at least - it's nice, and totally cheating, and it's hard not to move under her as she does it, even if it's not lower stimulation he's looking for and is simply a reaction to what she's doing higher. ]

[ She shakes her head, because he may think he has a reason but she's about as convinced by that glance away as to its validity as she would be by someone telling her the sky was neon green. She leans closer, brushes her lips against his ear. If he's going to keep looking away, she's going to come closer so there's no choice but to either see her or feel her, right there. ]

I'm pretty sure it's not a good enough reason.

[ Calm, unhurried, as her hand slides across his chest, continues its methodical exploitation of the nerve clusters she knows so well. She settles herself more firmly, pressure against him but also making sure he can't shift his hips, and nips at the side of his neck. ] Do you want to try to prove me wrong? [ It's an offer she doesn't think will be taken up on, but she's going to extend it regardless. If he does want to talk, right now, she'd be happy for him to. If not, then she'll just keep going. ]

[ That's... annoyingly well thought out. She understands people too well, understands him too well. There isn't any good way to be evasive when you're this close and exposed and not even talking. He swallows, tries to work out where the good balance between hiding everything away and giving in to the sensate happens to lie. ]

I'm good. [ There have been things that sounded more confident, but on the whole it's decisive, even if it doesn't carry too much weight. ] Some other time.

[ She likes knowing things, and how they work, and people and how they work, and when you're an empath it's actually just really hard to escape the second one. So when she lays plans, they tend to be thorough ones. ]

Thought so. [ She stays close but their skin not quite touching, her mouth on his neck the only point of contact between them other than her hips over his as she plants her hands on either side of his head, another way to keep him from looking away. ] Never can take the easy route. [ This kiss on his neck is going to bruise, by intent, her teeth and lips more forceful than normal. ]

[ Eyes drop lower when she speaks, confirming that he didn't have good reasons and didn't even want to try and defend them to make them better. It helps, when she forces him to face her completely - at least, will be, when she's no longer paying special attention to his neck. And oh, such special attention. His hands tighten into fists in the handcuffs, a muffled sound from the recesses of his chest, because yes okay, keep doing that. ] S'boring. [ Lower, and a little tight, compared to his usual tone. Also losing the memory of being told not to speak. That was fast. ]

[ She flicks her tongue over the mark she's made for a moment, salve, and then lifts her head back so that she's facing him head on again. For a moment she leans in and captures his mouth, rough and controlling, claiming, both as a way to shut him up and a way to keep him looking up towards her. ] Not. A word. [ It's a harsh murmur as she pulls away, not touching him at all for a long moment as she watches to see if he's gotten the message. ]

[ Tony swallows as she does, because that was delicious, and he's not sure what she's doing now but that was nice even if he does have to look at her again, but then she's doing that and okay. He lets her, playing back when it's right but for the most part being claimed and controlled, trying to follow her when she pulls away and stops touching him entirely. He wants to protest this loss, but her words. He decides that his best course of action here is to stay where he is and continue looking at her, no moves made to speak or lean towards her again for more. Message received. ]

[ She nods just a little, because there you go, that's the right response. Perhaps easier than she'd been expecting. ] Good. [ She presses her lips to the corner of his mouth for a moment before ducking down to return to his neck, one hand wandering down his chest again, searching for reactions, for ways to make him want to talk. She knows how to press him, wants to see what he'll do when she's given him an order that goes against his normal actions. ]

[ If anything, he's going to give up the juvenile reason before he gives up the other one, because he's Tony Stark and Tony Stark doesn't show that sort of effect the past can have on him. Not to mention he just thinks they're both dumb reasons, probably, from an outsider's point-of-view. They're good enough for him, but other people? He's used to other people and himself not really being on the same page, regardless of whichever one of them was actually ahead in the book.

Some of those areas are just sensitive, some of them are ticklish, some of them have no feeling at all, but whichever way they go, it's enough to make him squirmy. Trying not to say anything, but you've created both a void and a stimulus, and he does all he can to avoid or react to both, so it's hard. Pretty obviously hard, since more of the effort's going into suppressing the reaction itself, over suppressing the signs of the reaction.

Mostly though, what he does is make noise and let the handcuffs bear the brunt of his venting, muscles in his arms and chest tensing with the reaction, abdomen with the shift in breathing she accrues. It doesn't take particularly long for Tony to fill in a gap when he's not concentrating on anything, and right now the only significant thing he has to concentrate on is her. ]

[ She'd like to think he knows better than that by now, knows that she knows precisely the effect the past can have on people and wants to be there for him, but if she knows the effect the past can have on someone she knows equally well how hard it is to tell others about it, the idea that no one else will really understand. It's a peculiar sense of isolation, and one she wants to strip from him.

But she can see and feel those muscles tensing, the abdomen under her hand, and she smiles and presses herself closer against him, skin on skin for a little while, her heartbeat against his chest. ] What am I going to do with you?

[ Low and quiet, and she pulls away so that she can trail kisses down his chest, nipping at the spots she knows are most sensitive, hand sliding slower around his hipbone. ]

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