[ She is so very manipulative at times. Frequently. You know how it goes. Hey, maybe she just likes being as close to him as she can. Maybe she likes his arms around her.
There's no maybe about it, really. She hmms her agreement to his statement against his shirt, nuzzles further into it. ] Weird way to think of it, but accurate. They tend to still feel pretty real.
It's not like they're made up. I like having a chemical reason for feeling different. [ It doesn't mean he has to actually enjoy crying or laughing or any of the other things they all say make you feel better, but he enjoys at least being able to point to a chain reaction and going 'that, this is what accounts for the difference', because otherwise emotions are just another form of magic, and they're already skirting the line daily as it is. ]
Yeah? Why, you like having something to blame? [ Somewhere between amused and irritated with the existence of emotions, because right now she'd be okay with kicking them out completely. At least just temporarily. But after a moment of stillness she shifts, presses her lips to the side of his neck. ] Thank you.
[ Maybe he does. Maybe he likes having a scapegoat. ] I like having something I can point to and say "This! This is why I feel this way." It's kind of fun, and nice. Ish. [ He's still working, Tony's mind is more than capable of multiple trains of thought, with the emotions and their chemicals on the one side and the state of being on the other.
Doesn't mean he knows what to do with it any more than he would have otherwise. ]
[ Rolling her eyes a little. ] Scientist. [ But she's one too, so she can't really blame him. It's just that she has a slightly more complex and confused view on emotions. Magic, yeah, she thinks that works pretty well as an explanation. About as well as anything she can come up with. ]
[ Tony tends to approach emotions the way an entire kindergarten class approaches a white wall with fingerpaints - it's messy, it doesn't really make sense, everything bleeds into each other, that thing over there sort of looks like a dog or a B-22, and there are so many bright, bright colors that it's hard to actually pick out any one set of shapes in the first place. ] I could make it sound fantastical or wondrous, or chemical, or sensual, or flat out sexual if you'd prefer.
[ So there. But yeah, that sounds about accurate. She's not remotely surprised by that approach to emotion, given how well she knows his methods for dealing with them by now. Definitely rolling her eyes a little, but it's with a small fond smile. ] All of those? How would you even make that sound sensual.
[ Oh he can, just watch him. He can lean over her where she's curled into him, ghost his hand over the side of her thigh and along her side, up to the side of her neck without even acknowledging that he definitely ghosted over her breast. Look over at her, then let his hand ghost back down to her waist. ] This, is why I feel this way.
[ He's an asshole, and he knows it, okay. But there may or may not be an aspect of the genuine hidden amongst the dickery. ]
[ She blinks slowly, pretends that she didn't just shiver at the brush of his hand and watches him. A long beat, and then she covers his hand with hers because okay, that's not fair. ] Feel what way?
[ What if she wanted elaboration, though? Regardless, the grip of her hand over his firms a little and she shifts it higher up her side, just a little at first. ] What a surprise. [ She turns her face into his neck, noses at the skin there. ] Show me.
[ Well she'll probably get it regardless anyway, just hang on. He's getting the idea when she firms her hand over his and slides them both up along her side a little. He gets something slightly different when she turns into him and stays that close. ] Not quite that turned on yet. Need a little more warm up there. [ But his hands contradict his words, staying warm against her own warm skin, the heat between them building and pooling where they connect. ]
[ What if she doesn't want to be patient though? But she supposes in this case she can be, can just stay leaning close into him, eyes closed as she slides her fingers between his and breathes out against his skin, smiles. ] How much more?
[ He feels like that's an absurdly good way to definitely play well within the rules. He can't even accuse her of cheating with that. ] Not too long. And there's obviously other ways - [ He says, seeking out her skin with his lips and brushing light kisses against it. ] - it's just the most obvious.
[ She's very good at that sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes she's very good at getting away with not cheating at all and still kind of cheating a little bit. Her free hand slides down his side in turn as he kisses her, eyes still closed as she tilts her head a little to bare her skin for him further. ] What about words?
[ Oh, yes, excellent, he'll take that as the invitation it is and work a little harder then. ] Are you asking for words or if they would help the process?
[ God, it's amazing how distracting he can be with just his lips. But she wants his voice, too, is listening to every word he says carefully because she loves the timbre of it, loves the reminder of his presence that comes with his voice almost as much as the reminder that comes with his touch. ] Asking. [ Voice tightening just a little as she slips her hand under the hem of his shirt, rests it on warm skin. ] There's nothing quite as real as you.
[ Is she sure she wants his voice, because that by rote and nature means he can't be as distracting with his lips, and she seems to be really enjoying that.
He's also just casually going to pay attention to the thing she said for a moment before actually doing what she asked for, because he's stalling. He likes to stall. Especially since she made a real request there and he's probably not going to answer it as glibly as she's expecting him to. ] I know a angry pirate who would disagree. Not that I do - I'm very real.
far too accurate the things they have done for each other man
[ While yes, she is very fond of what his lips are doing right now she does actually want his voice as well, is looking to encourage it as her hand slides his shirt up a little bit.
Him stalling is definitely something she's quite used to by now, and he's right in that she doesn't really expect any answer beyond this one. She hadn't really meant to say that bit out loud to start with. ] Well, the angry pirate can deal with it.
[ Well, that's okay, he supposes. Both the hand and the shirt thing and also the liking basically whatever he does with his mouth. That's probably okay. For the moment, he smiles against her skin. ] I would pay you five thousand dollars to say that to his face.
[ But then it's back to things with his mouth, and figuring out passively what he actually wants to say, if he wants to say anything at all in the first place. He's undecided. A lot of their relationship is predicated on the unspoken and the understood, and while he's not at all opposed to leaving things intimate and intimated, there is something to be said for the certainty of having it made concrete. So. He pulls back just slightly for the start, still close enough to warm her skin with his breath, letting his hands continue their general perusal of the surface of her, but gradually leaning back a little bit more to look at her. Not in the face, because you don't look people in the eyes when you're saying certain important things, but down, following the path of his hands. ]
Safe. You make me feel safe. Reliably. And stronger. More for having something special to protect, but - more than that because you don't even need it. It's voluntary, not an obligation but more like a... Privilege. And because there's safety at the end, there's - Shit. I don't know, there's more to it for some reason. It sounds dumb. But. [ Okay right and now that that's all done it's time to go back to using his mouth for things that are way less embarrassing, leaning back towards her to continue what he was doing before. ]
If it's in cash you've got a deal. [ Lips against his neck as she speaks, and she keeps them just brushing against his skin until he pulls back a little bit. She stops and looks at him then, a little surprised because she wasn't actually expecting him to say something serious, was expecting him to just keep running with the flippant side of things.
There's a shiver somewhere in the middle of that, tilting her chin up a little as she listens to him and her eyes slide closed. The timbre of his voice is low and calming and his hands are warm and gentle on her skin, exploring despite how intimately he knows every part of her, has touched her everywhere and every way. She looks back down as he finishes talking just in time to watch him go back to pressing his lips against her skin, puts both her hands under his shirt and starts to lift it up because suddenly she needs this off, needs to spread her hands across his skin the way that he's spreading his across her skin, wants to reflect back at him how she feels right now. ] Doesn't sound dumb at all.
[ It takes her a moment to think of how else to respond, how to tell him how she feels about hearing that because it's so precious to her, because part of her isn't entirely sure how she feels other than warmed and safe and loved. ] You make me feel safe too. I think I could do anything for you.
[ And nah, he's pretty sure it sounds dumb. It sounded dumb when he was saying it, it sounds dumb now that he already has - the only reason it didn't sound dumb in his head was because he didn't think about what was coming out of his mouth before he got started. So he's carefully still not looking at her properly, paying attention to her and just concentrating more for every bit of self-consciousness that creeps up.
So he's not going to stop her pulling his shirt up, but he's focusing a little too much on being distracting to actually stop and let her do it properly. ]
[ No, seriously, she doesn't think it was dumb at all. She liked it, actually, quite a lot, approximately as much as she likes what his mouth is doing right now even if it's making it too difficult to get his shirt off and she wants his shirt off. There's a soft sound of need from her, one hand slipping down to his hip and tightening its grip as she tries to look at him, meet his eyes. ]
Tony. [ Her other hand stops its quest for his shirt, tangles in his hair as she shifts a little, breathing a little heavier. ]
[ Well fine, okay, he'll stop what he was doing. He doesn't pull back from her significantly though, but just enough to where his mouth isn't on her, while his own slightly heavier breathing washes over her skin in its place. He's not totally sure what to do now though, aside from catch his breath, and after a few moments he twists a little, shifts so that she can try getting his shirt off again. Stillll not looking at her though. That's not a thing he's deeming necessary right now. ]
[ Looking at her is totally a thing she deems necessary, but she'll get his shirt off first so they're at least on somewhat equal clothing-less-ness levels. Just because, okay, she wants to touch him a lot and it's easier now that his shirt is off. ] I don't think I said stop. [ She's fairly certain in fact, is pretty positive that's not at all what she said, tangles a hand back in his hair as she looks to tilt his head a little more towards her. ]
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There's no maybe about it, really. She hmms her agreement to his statement against his shirt, nuzzles further into it. ] Weird way to think of it, but accurate. They tend to still feel pretty real.
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Doesn't mean he knows what to do with it any more than he would have otherwise. ]
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You make it sound so cut and dried.
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[ Tony tends to approach emotions the way an entire kindergarten class approaches a white wall with fingerpaints - it's messy, it doesn't really make sense, everything bleeds into each other, that thing over there sort of looks like a dog or a B-22, and there are so many bright, bright colors that it's hard to actually pick out any one set of shapes in the first place. ] I could make it sound fantastical or wondrous, or chemical, or sensual, or flat out sexual if you'd prefer.
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[ So there. But yeah, that sounds about accurate. She's not remotely surprised by that approach to emotion, given how well she knows his methods for dealing with them by now. Definitely rolling her eyes a little, but it's with a small fond smile. ] All of those? How would you even make that sound sensual.
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[ He's an asshole, and he knows it, okay. But there may or may not be an aspect of the genuine hidden amongst the dickery. ]
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those keywords
accurate tho rite
He's also just casually going to pay attention to the thing she said for a moment before actually doing what she asked for, because he's stalling. He likes to stall. Especially since she made a real request there and he's probably not going to answer it as glibly as she's expecting him to. ] I know a angry pirate who would disagree. Not that I do - I'm very real.
far too accurate the things they have done for each other man
Him stalling is definitely something she's quite used to by now, and he's right in that she doesn't really expect any answer beyond this one. She hadn't really meant to say that bit out loud to start with. ] Well, the angry pirate can deal with it.
yolo
[ But then it's back to things with his mouth, and figuring out passively what he actually wants to say, if he wants to say anything at all in the first place. He's undecided. A lot of their relationship is predicated on the unspoken and the understood, and while he's not at all opposed to leaving things intimate and intimated, there is something to be said for the certainty of having it made concrete. So. He pulls back just slightly for the start, still close enough to warm her skin with his breath, letting his hands continue their general perusal of the surface of her, but gradually leaning back a little bit more to look at her. Not in the face, because you don't look people in the eyes when you're saying certain important things, but down, following the path of his hands. ]
Safe. You make me feel safe. Reliably. And stronger. More for having something special to protect, but - more than that because you don't even need it. It's voluntary, not an obligation but more like a... Privilege. And because there's safety at the end, there's - Shit. I don't know, there's more to it for some reason. It sounds dumb. But. [ Okay right and now that that's all done it's time to go back to using his mouth for things that are way less embarrassing, leaning back towards her to continue what he was doing before. ]
exactly
There's a shiver somewhere in the middle of that, tilting her chin up a little as she listens to him and her eyes slide closed. The timbre of his voice is low and calming and his hands are warm and gentle on her skin, exploring despite how intimately he knows every part of her, has touched her everywhere and every way. She looks back down as he finishes talking just in time to watch him go back to pressing his lips against her skin, puts both her hands under his shirt and starts to lift it up because suddenly she needs this off, needs to spread her hands across his skin the way that he's spreading his across her skin, wants to reflect back at him how she feels right now. ] Doesn't sound dumb at all.
[ It takes her a moment to think of how else to respond, how to tell him how she feels about hearing that because it's so precious to her, because part of her isn't entirely sure how she feels other than warmed and safe and loved. ] You make me feel safe too. I think I could do anything for you.
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[ And nah, he's pretty sure it sounds dumb. It sounded dumb when he was saying it, it sounds dumb now that he already has - the only reason it didn't sound dumb in his head was because he didn't think about what was coming out of his mouth before he got started. So he's carefully still not looking at her properly, paying attention to her and just concentrating more for every bit of self-consciousness that creeps up.
So he's not going to stop her pulling his shirt up, but he's focusing a little too much on being distracting to actually stop and let her do it properly. ]
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[ No, seriously, she doesn't think it was dumb at all. She liked it, actually, quite a lot, approximately as much as she likes what his mouth is doing right now even if it's making it too difficult to get his shirt off and she wants his shirt off. There's a soft sound of need from her, one hand slipping down to his hip and tightening its grip as she tries to look at him, meet his eyes. ]
Tony. [ Her other hand stops its quest for his shirt, tangles in his hair as she shifts a little, breathing a little heavier. ]
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i worked really hard to not laugh out loud at 'everyone loves a good infographic' again
good.
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