[ 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. ]
[ She's glad he is, because she has zero inclination to stop. And she's just going to hum happily against his skin, smile bright. ] You're very welcome.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I like this idea. What a great mind you have, all these ideas. Sparring, seducing, sleeping.
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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
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you are very welcome
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