[ Since they moved from the mat to the wall the pace shifted, from something exploratory to something almost frantic, both of them apparently needing the release and searching for it in each other, and she's not sure why there's this edge in how they're holding onto each other, the force of it and how closely they're pushing their bodies together. She just knows she loves it and wants to keep him close forever, wants to keep her body pressed against his forever.
She holds onto him carefully as he comes, pulling him closer to her so that he's not going to start leaning the other direction, so she's still pressed between him and the wall, tells him something terribly disjointed about how beautiful he is and how good she wants to make him feel, always, because she can't really think straight past just how much she can feel him in every respect. The moments he is completely unshielded are beautiful to her and she treasures them, loves the unguarded beauty of him being totally available to her even if it's a little overwhelming. And then he's moving again and oh god, she's not going to be terribly far behind him, she doesn't think, not feeling like this, and she gasps and shifts herself so that the angle's a little different, her leverage a little more. ] Just a little more, you're so good, Tony, you're - like that, yes.
[ He follows her lead with the shift in angle, tries to help support the shift in her position without changing it too much himself, mostly just continuing to move on autopilot, more or less. It's going to be a few minutes before he properly gets his mental reserves back together, until his shields are back in place and interlocked and firm and until then, he's just accepting of having her so close in so many ways, feels safe even without them because she's here and that makes things okay.
They are though, clinging to each other and seriously testing the structural integrity of this wall and he's totally okay with that, he built this wall, it'll be fine. ]
[ She's more than okay with him not putting his shields back in place, not hiding from her at all. She wants him here, wants him close in every way, especially now that she's climbing closer and closer to the peak and her words trail off into indecipherable breaths, like she's trying to suck in air he's pulling out. It doesn't take too long for her to follow him, sudden and breathless as she buries her face in his neck and shudders with the sensation.
The slump isn't all that perceptible, trying to make sure that she doesn't overbalance him, but there is a certain definite slackening of her muscles as she stops moving, rests against him and just breathes for a long moment. ]
[ Good because those fuckers aren't going back up for a little while yet. Not at least, until he realizes how down they are and snaps them back into place.
He keeps moving, autopilot adjusting, because it isn't entirely autopilot, just partially, and when she finally falls against him and shudders he only moves a few more times, more out of rhythm and kinesthesis than anything, before coming to a stop, holding her up both against the wall and with his torso, supporting the slump in her muscles as she rests for a moment. His knees are locked, which means that he, too, can moderately enjoy a certain relaxation, hand down and shoulders wide, one arm on the wall beside her and one hand holding her under both thighs in support. He's breathing very heavily, just in general, and not talking yet, but it's clear that he's happy and okay at the moment. ]
[ She's going to be really sad whenever he does, because frankly she doesn't want them back up.
She turns her face further into his neck, presses her lips against his skin quietly and gently as she breathes out against him, in again, out again. Short and sharp still, because that was a pretty fair amount of exertion on her part too. Her shields may not be down quite as completely as his but they're pretty minimal, only the automatic ones still remaining, the ones that have never come down. She doesn't really want to let go or get down or move, actually, moving right now seems like a lot of work, but she also doesn't want to make him keep holding her up. Well. She wants to, but that's because it feels secure and steady and she likes the feeling of closeness. ]
That's seduction. [ She whispers it with a ghost of a smile. Really the term could be applied to either one of them right now, she thinks. ]
[ He doesn't mind holding her up until either she gets tired of it or his legs just give out. They're both okay by him, honestly, either way. He's not that keen on putting her down just yet either, because this is okay, this is all good. He likes this closeness both physically and mentally and he's okay with both versions.
He breathes out a laugh against her, doesn't really have the energy just yet to do it for real, and besides, that would be loud, and disruptive. Takes away from the moment. ] Fair point.
[ She's probably not going to get tired of it anytime soon, though she supposes she could be convinced temporarily if it was to move to a couch or something and then she can lie on him there. She likes lying on him. He's comfortable, it's great.
His tiny laugh brings a wide grin to her face, still pressed against his neck, and she hums out a happy note, pleased with herself and with him and with everything, right now. She's pleased with everything, it's wonderful. ] I try.
[ That's good, because while he doesn't actually want to put her down, it's probably a good idea, even if only temporarily. Things need to be put back away and clothes need to be shrugged back into - more or less - and the more the adrenaline rush fades the more his legs remember that they were sparring before this and then moved straight into very passionate and exhausting sex. He pulls out before he has a chance to soften too much, pulls his pants back up but doesn't bother fastening them again just yet.
So, since she's already leaning a little forward into him, he figures it's as good a time as any. He wraps his hands under her, lets her use his shoulders for the top half of her body and just supports the remainder, and pushes off the wall with a small grunt of effort. There's not a couch in this room, but there is in the one just next to it - he's not really disappointed at all that he didn't get that far with her until now - and while he sits carefully, he slides sideways onto his back far less so. ] A for effort.
[ Yeah, she can admit that that probably needs to happen, but she's definitely a fan of it happening this way rather than any other, holding onto him. Their shirts are somewhere over there but pants and underthings could probably stand to come up, and she pulls her own leggings up and then holds onto him as he walks her over to the couch, slides with him down until she's just laying on him, and then she laughs a little and settles further, perfectly okay with their remaining lack of clothing and general disheveled state.
Because that? That was pretty great. She's happy about everything that just happened, seriously. ] Thank you. You too. [ Just pressing herself against him to keep the warmth. ] You're comfortable.
[ He's finding more and more often lately that he enjoys being furniture for her. Sort of a chair, just now; a bed or at least a body pillow here; a nice throw rug earlier for when they were sparring. He enjoys it. It keeps her close and means he's helpful and it's a great excuse to have his hands on her the whole time.
And right now she's warm and it's all skin above their waists and he loves it even if he's not doing anything special about it, just appreciating the Max-blanket he has and being warm and sated and happy. ] And you make a great throw.
[ That's pretty handy, because she finds herself really happy to use him as furniture. She likes the closeness and the intimacy and his hands on her are always a bonus. It doesn't even need to be for sex or meant to turn her on, she just likes touching him and being touched in turn, having the availability to do that and the comfort of his presence easy and sure and given willingly.
She's doing something similar along the lines of just sort of melting into him, sprawled and lax and yes, sated, that's a good word for how she feels right now. Everything's just sort of warm and glowing. ] We could just be a bed for a while. Or forever.
[ He has mixed feelings about physical contact from most people, but never really had that problem with her beyond a few initial hang-ups at the beginning of things. It's not a thing he's ever noticed or put much thought into, which is probably how it's better left. ]
I like this idea. What a great mind you have, all these ideas. Sparring, seducing, sleeping.
[ A lot of things they do are better left without being thought into too closely, really. It's a set up that works for them well enough, though, and if they're happy then it's fine, right? And she's pretty happy. ]
Mmm. I'm well known for my intelligence.
my excuse this time is that he's 40 and all of that physical activity
[ ....Holy crap he is tired. Damn. He's just going to... casually nuzzle into this pillow here, okay. Couch bed, Max blanket, nice pillow - he's exhausted. ]
[ She laughs a little at how tired he is and feels, presses her face against him and breathes in in turn because she likes how he feels and smells and she's just going to press as close to him as she can right now. ]
Hm? Who said anything about sleeping. [ He says, as he settles down with her and lets her weight press him into the cushions and lets out a deep breath and closes his eyes. ]
[ but it's really comfy and she likes it, so there ] I don't know, it didn't seem very made of lies a couple minutes ago. [ she's just saying, okay. and yes, good, relaxation, she's going to hum against his skin and smile. ]
It fluctuates. [ Which is like, the flimsiest excuse, but what the hell, she's smiling and happy and he's still more or less open-minded - even if that's coming back up to something closer to normal and will finish doing so during the nap that's about to take place - and this is okay. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
She holds onto him carefully as he comes, pulling him closer to her so that he's not going to start leaning the other direction, so she's still pressed between him and the wall, tells him something terribly disjointed about how beautiful he is and how good she wants to make him feel, always, because she can't really think straight past just how much she can feel him in every respect. The moments he is completely unshielded are beautiful to her and she treasures them, loves the unguarded beauty of him being totally available to her even if it's a little overwhelming. And then he's moving again and oh god, she's not going to be terribly far behind him, she doesn't think, not feeling like this, and she gasps and shifts herself so that the angle's a little different, her leverage a little more. ] Just a little more, you're so good, Tony, you're - like that, yes.
no subject
They are though, clinging to each other and seriously testing the structural integrity of this wall and he's totally okay with that, he built this wall, it'll be fine. ]
no subject
The slump isn't all that perceptible, trying to make sure that she doesn't overbalance him, but there is a certain definite slackening of her muscles as she stops moving, rests against him and just breathes for a long moment. ]
no subject
He keeps moving, autopilot adjusting, because it isn't entirely autopilot, just partially, and when she finally falls against him and shudders he only moves a few more times, more out of rhythm and kinesthesis than anything, before coming to a stop, holding her up both against the wall and with his torso, supporting the slump in her muscles as she rests for a moment. His knees are locked, which means that he, too, can moderately enjoy a certain relaxation, hand down and shoulders wide, one arm on the wall beside her and one hand holding her under both thighs in support. He's breathing very heavily, just in general, and not talking yet, but it's clear that he's happy and okay at the moment. ]
no subject
She turns her face further into his neck, presses her lips against his skin quietly and gently as she breathes out against him, in again, out again. Short and sharp still, because that was a pretty fair amount of exertion on her part too. Her shields may not be down quite as completely as his but they're pretty minimal, only the automatic ones still remaining, the ones that have never come down. She doesn't really want to let go or get down or move, actually, moving right now seems like a lot of work, but she also doesn't want to make him keep holding her up. Well. She wants to, but that's because it feels secure and steady and she likes the feeling of closeness. ]
That's seduction. [ She whispers it with a ghost of a smile. Really the term could be applied to either one of them right now, she thinks. ]
no subject
He breathes out a laugh against her, doesn't really have the energy just yet to do it for real, and besides, that would be loud, and disruptive. Takes away from the moment. ] Fair point.
no subject
His tiny laugh brings a wide grin to her face, still pressed against his neck, and she hums out a happy note, pleased with herself and with him and with everything, right now. She's pleased with everything, it's wonderful. ] I try.
no subject
So, since she's already leaning a little forward into him, he figures it's as good a time as any. He wraps his hands under her, lets her use his shoulders for the top half of her body and just supports the remainder, and pushes off the wall with a small grunt of effort. There's not a couch in this room, but there is in the one just next to it - he's not really disappointed at all that he didn't get that far with her until now - and while he sits carefully, he slides sideways onto his back far less so. ] A for effort.
no subject
Because that? That was pretty great. She's happy about everything that just happened, seriously. ] Thank you. You too. [ Just pressing herself against him to keep the warmth. ] You're comfortable.
no subject
And right now she's warm and it's all skin above their waists and he loves it even if he's not doing anything special about it, just appreciating the Max-blanket he has and being warm and sated and happy. ] And you make a great throw.
no subject
She's doing something similar along the lines of just sort of melting into him, sprawled and lax and yes, sated, that's a good word for how she feels right now. Everything's just sort of warm and glowing. ] We could just be a bed for a while. Or forever.
no subject
I like this idea. What a great mind you have, all these ideas. Sparring, seducing, sleeping.
no subject
Mmm. I'm well known for my intelligence.
my excuse this time is that he's 40 and all of that physical activity
[ ....Holy crap he is tired. Damn. He's just going to... casually nuzzle into this pillow here, okay. Couch bed, Max blanket, nice pillow - he's exhausted. ]
goddamnit tony keep up
Not a coincidence at all. Go to sleep.
hey he kept up just fine okay
admittedly very true
ty
you are very welcome
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)