[ It's something she would consider dangerous herself if she did it, and it's something she's not entirely certainly she's pleased he's apparently willing to do - for her? with her? at her demand? She is pleased, in some respects, particularly the ones where it got her teh results she wanted, but on another level it bothers her a little. Not that he was willing to listen to her, because that's great, but that he was willing to give her so much control. Even with the failsafes, even with the fact that deliberately hurting him would be so so difficult for her even if only because of instincts, it's still. It's complicated. But she wouldn't have liked it if he'd contradicted her, so she's not entirely sure how she feels about this entire thing yet other than pleased it's worked. She'll sort out other feelings later.
So for the moment she is pretty happy about it. Anything else, any dissection of it, that has to wait for later. For right now she's a little bit busy with him, with understanding and processing what he's given her even as she continues to move. Some of it will have to wait for later. Most of it, really, because she's slightly preoccupied at the moment. But it's still good to have, that knowledge, something more to add to how she can help him best. And that's really what she wants, most of all. Not even as repayment for all he's done - just because she can. Because she likes him, a lot, and therefore he deserves this.
The flex of his muscles with his breath gets her attention, her eyes flickering across him, across his hands and the headboard where he's straining it, how he's trying to touch her. Concentration on any one thing is difficult at the moment. It's fallen to the wayside beside searching for the perfect angle for both of them, adjusting minutely as she gets feedback from her own body and through his mind his, a low sound in her throat at his attempts to move. ]
you're going to threaten my /love/ now that's just mean
[ Any or all of the above. If she needed it, if she wanted it, if he wanted it, if he needed it, if she felt like trying it, if she thought it might work, if she just had a passing fancy, if she had a passing fancy that didn't pass and stopped, if it was the control necessary, if it was the care-giving necessary, if it was with her, if it was for her, if it was demanded, if it was requested - honestly. At this point, basically any or all of those reasons would be legitimate enough. He doesn't understand all the fail-safes, just that they're there and she experiences pain and extreme discomfort if she physically harms him - maybe she likes that feeling, he doesn't know. She's never pegged as a masochist, or a sadist for that matter, but hey. People can surprise you.
This time though, only in as much as they can meander outside a usual relationship while remaining within boundaries that go along with said relationship. His eyes flutter shut without thinking about it as she gets close - maybe even hits once or twice - that perfect angle she's been looking for. One of them anyway. There's probably one that's perfect for each of them individually and one that's for them both, he has no idea which one that was, just that for a moment he wasn't sure whether to relax or tense further or what. ]
no i will threaten you with love. somehow. i'm still not clear on details.
[ That's a long list of reasons that mostly involve her. If she knew that she wouldn't really know how to feel about it. She's stopped refusing to let herself think about precisely what this all means to her, because it means too much now for her to just refuse to acknowledge the depths of it, but that would still be a slight moment of pause. How did they do this to each other, this thing where they're both willing to do so much for each other? She'd told herself that was never going to happen again. It wasn't supposed to ever happen again, but here she is and here he is and it did happen.
There probably are somewhere guide sentinel pairings who take advantage of that, but she's neither a sadist nor a masochist and the thought of genuinely hurting him in any way terrifies her more than a little bit. She can't do that. She's hurt too many people, she refuses to add the person who genuinely means something to her to the list.
And oh god, that's good. She rocks down again, a little harder this time, her pace quickening because that feels amazing and she wants more of it, wants him in ways she can't even articulate at the moment, just hope it gets across in the way she says his name, low and drawn out, her own eyes closing again because it really is a massive amount of stimulus all at once and it's almost overwhelming. ]
[ They did mostly involve her, didn't they. Weird. But hey, refusing to think about things works pretty well for him, it's how he handles basically everything that can't operate in binary, so, that's pretty cool. The whole situation is a little confusing in general, and add in all the crap about feelings and instincts tied up in it and it's just an over-sensitive little ball of conundrums that neither one of them ever really seems all that keen on exploring to any great extent. Tony does tend to defy expectation though, so it's not all that surprising to him that a fairly surprising situation in itself seems to have developed. Those seem to happen around him more often than not, anyway.
And hey, maybe there's an innate understanding of that beyond everything else, that she's always been extraordinarily cautious and careful around him, with him, and he doesn't really feel such an overwhelming need to make himself safe around her because he already knows she's taking care of it. Not that he's always just going to be ridiculous and make her see to their safety, but the sense that it would be possible, that's got to be pretty relieving.
It definitely gets across, that much is pretty obvious in the way he responds to her, mentally opens up a little more as he blinks his eyes open the same way, watching her move. His breathing attempts to be a little more controlled as he feels himself start to draw up, getting closer to a release, and honestly he'd prefer to draw this out a little more, this closeness, the forced vulnerability, the sensation of it all. Focusing really on either one of them too much is going to bring an end faster, but switching between them both, distracting himself with the pair of them, that might help. ]
i think i will just stick to never threatening you at all i like it better
[ They really do seem to happen around him a lot. Like, all the time. She probably should stop being surprised sometime, but it still does surprise him sometimes. Almost nothing in this relationships has progressed particularly normally, really, maybe she should have expected something like this to happen actually.
She doesn't generally mean to broadcast, or even to extend much of herself outwards, but over time more of her feelings, more of her intentions towards him and determination to keep this safe have probably leaked than she meant to. It's not that she doesn't want him to know those things, but saying them out loud or communicating them would mean reactions, and she'd never felt up to handling that, so any leaking has been more or less subconscious.
She can feel that in his mind too, the openness and the unwillingness to let go, and it's almost impossible but she slows down again some, a little more steady and even, her eyes flicking open and meeting his, her own more than a little blown and wide but still perfectly aware, both of what she's doing to him and what she's doing to herself. There's heat pooling in her belly, body a mass of nerves, but she has good self control, she can draw it out a little longer for them both. ]
[ And that's good, because saying them directly would probably freak him out a little bit. Having received them sub- or unconsciously, they were allowed to just... settle. Passive. Neither one of them does particularly well with direct, it's kind of hilarious. But this, this is a good place to be, wherever it is that they are. However they've reached it, it's a good place.
Oh, god, slowing down, he wasn't intending to broadcast either - it's very infrequent when he does intend to, and somewhat more infrequent still that he actually manages it well enough to be distinguishable, since more often than not he just winds up broadcasting everything and the cacophony tends to be more than a little overwhelming. He wasn't intending to broadcast, but she apparently got it anyway, and now she's slowing down, even though that look in her eyes and on her face sort of counteracts her measure taken against completion - maybe he'll just casually start running through chemical reactions in his head, concentrate on his breathing, not the way her curves move when she bends this way, or that, the way her hands are shaped in the heat of the moment, or the dark dark color of her eyes as she looks down at him. ]
[ They seriously are just totally allergic to the concept of saying things directly and straightforwardly, which makes it very much so for the best that they don't ever have to. With as much closeness as they have and as many tools for knowing what other people are and aren't saying, things can get noticed and stored half the time without them even noticing. Whether they ever consciously realize it perhaps doesn't even matter, in some ways.
She swallows down the noise she wants to make, thins the exchange of sensation between their minds a little at a time until it's lighter, enough to be there and pleasant but not as much of a spur towards this ending. There's a sense of loss with that, but at the same time she doesn't mind. The slower pace and the dragging it out means more time to look at him, at the strain of his muscles and the look in his eyes and the lines of his body. God, this moment should last forever. ]
[ Conscious, subconscious, unconscious - they tend to have a pretty good thing going on as long as some form of -scious is used. They're just that good.
Tony doesn't quite notice the thinning as much as she does, likely, because he's not as attuned to that aspect of it. He is, instead, trying to not focus on all the messages his body is sending him. Sight on alert, touch electric with stimulation to the point where he feels like he's practically buzzing even in areas she has yet to touch, hearing catching that swallowed sound regardless of her efforts, every single hitched or halting breath ringing true in his ears. It's not that he's in any danger of overload, this is just how they were supposed to be used, in his opinion. He can't help the alert state of them, but he can appreciate it while it's there. Unfortunately, it does mean that it's harder to concentrate on those chemical reactions. Perhaps the mental bond between them was actually serving a purpose. Without that to also concentrate on, as unhelpful as it was, there's little else but the sensate and senseful.
Not that he minds. Just that it means even despite their efforts to drag this out as long as possible, as long as possible isn't going to be that much longer. ]
[ If there's one really good way to use his senses, she's pretty sure this is it. Even through the slightly lessened link she can feel a little bit of how they feel, of the extra sensation they allow. She can only compare it to what an empathic feedback loop gives her in terms of pleasure, and anything that can be compared to that feels pretty damn good.
It isn't going to be able to, and she knows that, can feel herself so close, the urge to speed up again that she's barely tamping back, the crush of sensation as her breath stutters and stumbles it's way out. She can't hold herself back almost any longer, she thinks. Though that will mean she can keep a slower pace for him without having to exert all her self control to not try for more. ]
[ He's actually pretty well in agreement too, so at least everybody's on the same page here. The empathic loop from this side was pretty fucking great. Hopefully she can pull something out of how pleasantly overwhelmed he's starting to become and accidentally broadcast that's remotely equivalent to what he got out of her own loop. Or at least, the makings of one.
See, and it's weird, that it's also the sheer force of will he can imagine is required to maintain such control that contributes to issues, that it's that too that feels like it speeds things up for him. And he has a moment, of looking at her, where he can tell, and communicate mentally, ocularly, whatever works, that he's effectively all but finished, so she ought to get what she needs now or be ready to uncuff him after he is. It's all beautiful, and it's been amazing, but he just can't hold it back. Not that that's bad either, really, just... She seems quite committed now as well - it seems like a nice thing to do, to warn her. If it even works. ]
[ She can, and there's still a small remnant of the loop left, more than enough for her when a not insignificant part of her is still used to nothing in that area.
They have rather strong effects on each other, in general, and god that look in his eyes and that sense from his mind when put together with this moment, it's too much or it's just enough. She shifts angles just a little, hits the angle that's perfect for her and lets the sensation overwhelm her, closes her eyes as every muscle in her body in her body tightens around him, her hands reaching to grasp his shoulders tightly for support as she shudders, mumbling something unintelligible. ]
[ Oh thank fucking god; he didn't have a problem helping her along after he finished, but he's so tired now he'd just honestly prefer not to have to, and the way she clenches down, the feeling he can feel radiating from her, sheer completion, her hands on his shoulders for stability and support, whatever she's saying to him, he can't hear it well enough beyond the force of his own finishing, finally letting himself go as she's done and doing right now all around him, and he similarly tenses, another creak to the bed as his arms try to pull down towards himself, flexing and straining to match her own tightening and going taut. His eyes are closed, and he doesn't really remember how that happened, and he's breathing a bit heavier around and into the gag, because what else does he have to do. ]
[ About half of it's just swearing anyways, the other half his name and encouragement mixed in, mostly in sentences that have no grammatical structure. She lets the loop between them open back up fully, because there's no point in holding back now, lets their sensations filter back and forth between each other and intertwine until there's a moment she can hardly tell what she's feeling from where.
If this feeling could stay forever that would be ideal, but like all good things it can't. When she comes back to herself it's slowly and she stays where she is for the moment, looks down at him and lets her eyes trace everything she can see of him, every bit of him in this moment so that she can snapshot it for later. ]
i have to go back further for the subject line conversation than the actual tags to get context now
[ Swearing is fine. He likes swearing. He's in too many of the public's eyes to do a whole lot of it, since, okay, yeah, little kids, he's not all touchy-feely but he does have a soft spot for children and their right to keep their innocence, even if most of the time he's still terrible at it. At some point you realize it's just easier to find more creative ways to vent frustration. Like, blowing up your living room. Creative!
Tony takes a little bit longer - his hit just after, he's quite involved in the physical sensations when it happens and that always tends to do something funny to the actual reaction times, chemically and physically, whatever reason - but he returns similarly slowly, looking back at her with increasing clarity over a period of a minute or so. His heart isn't still racing but it's faster, there's a sheen to his skin that wasn't there when they got started with all of this, and he appears much more calm and relaxed, at least in this moment. It's unlikely that some of the previous stress won't return, but right now, right here, he's not as concerned with it. ]
lakhdf 8D look at these great life choices we make
[ That's - creative, yes, sure. In a not actually that great way though. Or at least a very nonproductive way.
That's all good, it's all very good and about what she was aiming for, which is nice. Good to know she got things fairly right, good to know that he's a little more relaxed. That she eased some of it, at least temporarily. She leans down, slips the knot of the tie and tosses it aside, presses her lips to his for a lingering moment. ] Better now? [ It's hushed, looking to keep the moment more or less intact. ]
i question the words 'great', 'life', and 'choices' in that sentence
[ creativity is no guarantee of productivity. in fact, frequently the opposite
Quite right. She usually does though - he manages to have an odd sense of both surprise and a total lack of the same. She's close again, warm against his own warmth, and then kissing, and he lets his eyes slide shut to appreciate it, he's tired, and she's perfect, and he wants to remember it. Her words are warm when they hit his skin and patter across his face, and he has the hints of a smile behind his lips. ] Better. [ Similarly low, quiet, husky, not breaking the moment. ]
that's like the entire point of the sentence you're questioning there
[ When an empath genuinely likes someone it's remarkable how spot on their reading of that person and what they need becomes. And she really genuinely likes him a great deal. That brings a faint smile to her own lips, still almost against his, and she lifts one hand to retrieve the key from the bedpost and unlock one hand, rubbing his wrist gently. He'd been pulling pretty hard at times. ] You can always tell me. [ Still just as quiet. ] Whatever you need.
[ This is a very good point. Just, understanding people, it's almost anathema to him sometimes. There are aspects of people he actually understands very well, but anything involving sadness or gravitas or personal history and he has no idea what to say to comfort them or anything of the sort. Which is a large part of interacting with people, sadly.
Wow, yeah, he had been, he hadn't really been paying attention, kind of surprising, and he turns to look over at what she's doing for a moment. He's going to have some interesting bruises. ] Because I totally knew this was a thing I needed.
oops is for accidents you totally didn't disagree on accident
[ It really is. It's probably for the best he's currently wound up with her, because when it comes to things involving personal history she doesn't really want comforting most of the time, or at least anything extending past a physical presence and mutual agreement to pretend everything's okay.
He's going to have some very interesting bruises, and on his neck as well, but she's good at using makeup to cover injuries if he needs any help with that. ] Even if you don't know what you need. [ A faint smile, just a twitch of the edges of her mouth as she moves to his other hand, releases it too and looks down at him from his side. ] Whatever.
[ Yeahhhh, he's quite wound up around her at the moment; it's helpful. He's focusing on her, and himself, and how he interacts with her and whatever she wants, really, he doesn't care. (Pliable, remember?) But he looks back at her face as she moves from one wrist to the other, looking back at her in return. Her face, breathing carefully. Pause. Considering. ]
[ He really is remarkably pliable and she's not sure what to do with that entirely right now except stay close, listen to him, stay open and accessible. She wraps his hands in hers, looks down and watches him carefully. He's talking to her, now, of his own free will. She doesn't try to keep back the soft smile on her face, because it's not really victory she's smiling about, it's him being willing to talk to her. Which is a victory, but that's not the point. ]
[ It's cool, because in a little while he's going to notice and feel weird about it and probably rein it in. Like, a lot. He was being a total dick like. Not that long ago. It won't be that hard to slip back into it - the outfit is still warm. He's already picking up on all this careful observation and getting torn between look-at-me and look-anywhere-else. It's not that difficult to work out which one is the natural inclination, but there's a lot of the unnatural about Tony Stark most of the time.
So there's another pause, because sure, he's talking, but that still doesn't mean he actually knows what to say. ] It's just the time of year, or something. Some stuff came up, some stuff came back. [ Wasn't dealt with properly in the first place. You know. ]
[ She's been kind of expecting that for a while, really, counting each moment it doesn't come as a win. Temporary successes are still successes, she doesn't expect miracles here. That would be unrealistic, and if there's something she's trained herself into being best it's pragmatic. But she's still going to watch him, because even if he's more guarded again now it's still easier to tell things than usual.
She does know, and she puts her hand on his shoulder, runs her thumb slowly up and down. ] Stuff does that. Takes a while to get used to it. [ She's not entirely sure you ever do get used to it. More used to it, she guesses. That's accurate. ]
[ She is remarkably pragmatic it's kind of impressive. And a good balance for someone who tends to manage walking some sort of balance between darkly optimistic pessimism and blindingly pessimistic optimism. But for the moment he's just working out when it's okay to start being an asshole again (he suspects 'never' is probably the answer but that seems like a really long time in his opinion) and how much he actually feels like being one right now (which is 'not much' but it isn't as though Tony isn't known for being mercurial or anything). ] Did you get enough out of that? [ no not the like, not, well ] I mean, the - context. [ all that context. and sort of an attempt at levity, which doesn't really work in this situation. ] Because I'm not explaining it again.
[ Turns out idealism is really just being a total idiot sometimes, particularly when it comes to the sort of situation she wound up in. She mostly just thinks she was lucky she learned pragmatism fast enough that her idealism didn't wind up killing her. ] I got enough. [ She tucks her knees up to her chest, puts her chin on her knees and watches him, pressed against his side a little. Never is accurate, yeah, she may understand the instinct and where it comes from better but being an asshole still isn't an answer to the problem. She's not okay with that part. ] No need to re-explain anything. I'm a fast learner.
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... good point. i got nothing. nothing but looove
So for the moment she is pretty happy about it. Anything else, any dissection of it, that has to wait for later. For right now she's a little bit busy with him, with understanding and processing what he's given her even as she continues to move. Some of it will have to wait for later. Most of it, really, because she's slightly preoccupied at the moment. But it's still good to have, that knowledge, something more to add to how she can help him best. And that's really what she wants, most of all. Not even as repayment for all he's done - just because she can. Because she likes him, a lot, and therefore he deserves this.
The flex of his muscles with his breath gets her attention, her eyes flickering across him, across his hands and the headboard where he's straining it, how he's trying to touch her. Concentration on any one thing is difficult at the moment. It's fallen to the wayside beside searching for the perfect angle for both of them, adjusting minutely as she gets feedback from her own body and through his mind his, a low sound in her throat at his attempts to move. ]
you're going to threaten my /love/ now that's just mean
This time though, only in as much as they can meander outside a usual relationship while remaining within boundaries that go along with said relationship. His eyes flutter shut without thinking about it as she gets close - maybe even hits once or twice - that perfect angle she's been looking for. One of them anyway. There's probably one that's perfect for each of them individually and one that's for them both, he has no idea which one that was, just that for a moment he wasn't sure whether to relax or tense further or what. ]
no i will threaten you with love. somehow. i'm still not clear on details.
There probably are somewhere guide sentinel pairings who take advantage of that, but she's neither a sadist nor a masochist and the thought of genuinely hurting him in any way terrifies her more than a little bit. She can't do that. She's hurt too many people, she refuses to add the person who genuinely means something to her to the list.
And oh god, that's good. She rocks down again, a little harder this time, her pace quickening because that feels amazing and she wants more of it, wants him in ways she can't even articulate at the moment, just hope it gets across in the way she says his name, low and drawn out, her own eyes closing again because it really is a massive amount of stimulus all at once and it's almost overwhelming. ]
that sounds kind of emotional blackmaily, js
And hey, maybe there's an innate understanding of that beyond everything else, that she's always been extraordinarily cautious and careful around him, with him, and he doesn't really feel such an overwhelming need to make himself safe around her because he already knows she's taking care of it. Not that he's always just going to be ridiculous and make her see to their safety, but the sense that it would be possible, that's got to be pretty relieving.
It definitely gets across, that much is pretty obvious in the way he responds to her, mentally opens up a little more as he blinks his eyes open the same way, watching her move. His breathing attempts to be a little more controlled as he feels himself start to draw up, getting closer to a release, and honestly he'd prefer to draw this out a little more, this closeness, the forced vulnerability, the sensation of it all. Focusing really on either one of them too much is going to bring an end faster, but switching between them both, distracting himself with the pair of them, that might help. ]
i think i will just stick to never threatening you at all i like it better
She doesn't generally mean to broadcast, or even to extend much of herself outwards, but over time more of her feelings, more of her intentions towards him and determination to keep this safe have probably leaked than she meant to. It's not that she doesn't want him to know those things, but saying them out loud or communicating them would mean reactions, and she'd never felt up to handling that, so any leaking has been more or less subconscious.
She can feel that in his mind too, the openness and the unwillingness to let go, and it's almost impossible but she slows down again some, a little more steady and even, her eyes flicking open and meeting his, her own more than a little blown and wide but still perfectly aware, both of what she's doing to him and what she's doing to herself. There's heat pooling in her belly, body a mass of nerves, but she has good self control, she can draw it out a little longer for them both. ]
okay that sounds better
Oh, god, slowing down, he wasn't intending to broadcast either - it's very infrequent when he does intend to, and somewhat more infrequent still that he actually manages it well enough to be distinguishable, since more often than not he just winds up broadcasting everything and the cacophony tends to be more than a little overwhelming. He wasn't intending to broadcast, but she apparently got it anyway, and now she's slowing down, even though that look in her eyes and on her face sort of counteracts her measure taken against completion - maybe he'll just casually start running through chemical reactions in his head, concentrate on his breathing, not the way her curves move when she bends this way, or that, the way her hands are shaped in the heat of the moment, or the dark dark color of her eyes as she looks down at him. ]
see? totally reassuring instead of disappointing
She swallows down the noise she wants to make, thins the exchange of sensation between their minds a little at a time until it's lighter, enough to be there and pleasant but not as much of a spur towards this ending. There's a sense of loss with that, but at the same time she doesn't mind. The slower pace and the dragging it out means more time to look at him, at the strain of his muscles and the look in his eyes and the lines of his body. God, this moment should last forever. ]
'totally'
Tony doesn't quite notice the thinning as much as she does, likely, because he's not as attuned to that aspect of it. He is, instead, trying to not focus on all the messages his body is sending him. Sight on alert, touch electric with stimulation to the point where he feels like he's practically buzzing even in areas she has yet to touch, hearing catching that swallowed sound regardless of her efforts, every single hitched or halting breath ringing true in his ears. It's not that he's in any danger of overload, this is just how they were supposed to be used, in his opinion. He can't help the alert state of them, but he can appreciate it while it's there. Unfortunately, it does mean that it's harder to concentrate on those chemical reactions. Perhaps the mental bond between them was actually serving a purpose. Without that to also concentrate on, as unhelpful as it was, there's little else but the sensate and senseful.
Not that he minds. Just that it means even despite their efforts to drag this out as long as possible, as long as possible isn't going to be that much longer. ]
yes totally. /for sure/
It isn't going to be able to, and she knows that, can feel herself so close, the urge to speed up again that she's barely tamping back, the crush of sensation as her breath stutters and stumbles it's way out. She can't hold herself back almost any longer, she thinks. Though that will mean she can keep a slower pace for him without having to exert all her self control to not try for more. ]
uh huh
See, and it's weird, that it's also the sheer force of will he can imagine is required to maintain such control that contributes to issues, that it's that too that feels like it speeds things up for him. And he has a moment, of looking at her, where he can tell, and communicate mentally, ocularly, whatever works, that he's effectively all but finished, so she ought to get what she needs now or be ready to uncuff him after he is. It's all beautiful, and it's been amazing, but he just can't hold it back. Not that that's bad either, really, just... She seems quite committed now as well - it seems like a nice thing to do, to warn her. If it even works. ]
;; someday you will believe me when i say things
They have rather strong effects on each other, in general, and god that look in his eyes and that sense from his mind when put together with this moment, it's too much or it's just enough. She shifts angles just a little, hits the angle that's perfect for her and lets the sensation overwhelm her, closes her eyes as every muscle in her body in her body tightens around him, her hands reaching to grasp his shoulders tightly for support as she shudders, mumbling something unintelligible. ]
somedaaaaaaaaaaaay, over the raaaaainbowww
just you waaaait
If this feeling could stay forever that would be ideal, but like all good things it can't. When she comes back to herself it's slowly and she stays where she is for the moment, looks down at him and lets her eyes trace everything she can see of him, every bit of him in this moment so that she can snapshot it for later. ]
i have to go back further for the subject line conversation than the actual tags to get context now
Tony takes a little bit longer - his hit just after, he's quite involved in the physical sensations when it happens and that always tends to do something funny to the actual reaction times, chemically and physically, whatever reason - but he returns similarly slowly, looking back at her with increasing clarity over a period of a minute or so. His heart isn't still racing but it's faster, there's a sheen to his skin that wasn't there when they got started with all of this, and he appears much more calm and relaxed, at least in this moment. It's unlikely that some of the previous stress won't return, but right now, right here, he's not as concerned with it. ]
lakhdf 8D look at these great life choices we make
That's all good, it's all very good and about what she was aiming for, which is nice. Good to know she got things fairly right, good to know that he's a little more relaxed. That she eased some of it, at least temporarily. She leans down, slips the knot of the tie and tosses it aside, presses her lips to his for a lingering moment. ] Better now? [ It's hushed, looking to keep the moment more or less intact. ]
i question the words 'great', 'life', and 'choices' in that sentence
Quite right. She usually does though - he manages to have an odd sense of both surprise and a total lack of the same. She's close again, warm against his own warmth, and then kissing, and he lets his eyes slide shut to appreciate it, he's tired, and she's perfect, and he wants to remember it. Her words are warm when they hit his skin and patter across his face, and he has the hints of a smile behind his lips. ] Better. [ Similarly low, quiet, husky, not breaking the moment. ]
that's like the entire point of the sentence you're questioning there
oops?
Wow, yeah, he had been, he hadn't really been paying attention, kind of surprising, and he turns to look over at what she's doing for a moment. He's going to have some interesting bruises. ] Because I totally knew this was a thing I needed.
oops is for accidents you totally didn't disagree on accident
He's going to have some very interesting bruises, and on his neck as well, but she's good at using makeup to cover injuries if he needs any help with that. ] Even if you don't know what you need. [ A faint smile, just a twitch of the edges of her mouth as she moves to his other hand, releases it too and looks down at him from his side. ] Whatever.
what. wait, what.
What if it's more?
i'm no longer sure
Anything, Tony.
i'm glad that makes two of us
So there's another pause, because sure, he's talking, but that still doesn't mean he actually knows what to say. ] It's just the time of year, or something. Some stuff came up, some stuff came back. [ Wasn't dealt with properly in the first place. You know. ]
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She does know, and she puts her hand on his shoulder, runs her thumb slowly up and down. ] Stuff does that. Takes a while to get used to it. [ She's not entirely sure you ever do get used to it. More used to it, she guesses. That's accurate. ]
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[ She is remarkably pragmatic it's kind of impressive. And a good balance for someone who tends to manage walking some sort of balance between darkly optimistic pessimism and blindingly pessimistic optimism. But for the moment he's just working out when it's okay to start being an asshole again (he suspects 'never' is probably the answer but that seems like a really long time in his opinion) and how much he actually feels like being one right now (which is 'not much' but it isn't as though Tony isn't known for being mercurial or anything). ] Did you get enough out of that? [ no not the like, not, well ] I mean, the - context. [ all that context. and sort of an attempt at levity, which doesn't really work in this situation. ] Because I'm not explaining it again.
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idek man
shhh ily it's fine
;;
/wraps up
/clings to
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