fe_male | memeboxing

[ But she doesn't like it at all. In fact she thinks it's a terrible end result.

He's so still, under her hands, and somehow it just makes her more aware of him right there next to her, the potential of the next space of time. It's all in the handling of it, and she's still on semi shaky ground because she hasn't tried to do this when they're both this frustrated. Last time she'd had the advantage of a clear head and forethought, but right now she's figuring it out as she goes. ] I do know that. [ It's quiet but no less sure, his continued antagonism fairly expected. ] You'll see. [ A certainty, the way she says it, as if of course he's going to say yes. ]

[ No it isn't.

He's got to work out how much he wants to say yes. He doesn't look at her, but he lowers his shields just a little bit so she can sense some of the processes Tony's running here. What he wants to do is just say yes. Whatever she wants to do to him, he doesn't care. He'll follow blindly. He is just that far gone today, and apparently so is she.

But he doesn't want to just say yes. He wants her to make him submit. To grab him and haul him off to wherever she wants to do that. So he's torn. Lots of torn, and he doesn't think about how maybe she'll see this, and more just the fact that it's there. So the most noncommittal - although, out of Tony, it's basically a commitment - ] Where are we doing it?

[ Anything that leaves her out isn't okay by her.

She takes a short breath at the lowering of his shields, leans in a little closer to him as she sorts through what he's given her, determines her next step. Regardless of her mood, that he's okay with whatever happens is incredibly important to her, and that sort-of permission is just what she wants. ]

Stand up. [ As she stands herself, hand still on his wrist pulling and the hand that was on his thigh grabbing under his arm to leverage him up. He's bigger than her, but it's not by too much and she's spent most of her life training in one way or another. She's more than capable of finding a way to force him up. ] I didn't say you could ask questions.

[ Okay Rudolph.

It's a little awkward, being pulled up and trying to stand up at the same time, especially when you're not convinced yet that you want to be doing the latter, so the process is a little ungainly, but at the end of it he's standing, so it doesn't really matter.

The last statement makes him finally look at her since they've started talking, and it's quick and it's just as much a dare as it is the questions he's not allowed to ask now. Which means that what he does say - because she hasn't said he can't talk entirely yet, and pushing boundaries and limits and buttons is what Tony does best - isn't actually a question. Technically. ] So I'm not allowed to talk.

[ hey

Her face stays calm, but him pushing is somewhere along the lines of exactly what she wants, something to struggle against that isn't going to hurt anyone. She meets his look, raising her eyebrows as she drops her hands on him, takes a step back. ]

You can talk when I say you can. [ There's a reason behind her giving him the order she knows he has the most difficulty following. And with a jerk of her head in its general direction ] Bedroom. [ To forestall any hesitation, or maybe to encourage it - even she doesn't know right now. ] You can walk or I can make you.

[ That just gets her narrowed eyes for a half second, because he knew that one was coming and even despite that doesn't feel any differently than normal about it. Sometimes it's an optimistic 'well that's not going to happen' and sometimes it's an antagonistic 'well that's not going to happen', but either way regardless it's not going to happen.

Although the second part, that's kind of interesting. Just as much and as briefly as his eyes narrowed, they widen, considering just how that would work and how willing he is to test it. There's a lot of testing, happening here at the get go, but it's not as though he can't test every step of the process, right? Testing continues until you get tired and just declare something 'as-is'.

Or something. But either way he pauses, stops, wasn't moving in the first place. Go ahead then. Make him. ]

[ She was pretty sure that would be about how he reacted, but regardless she's said it, and that means he knows there will be consequences of some form if he doesn't listen. Though it can be hard to tell with talking if he's testing boundaries on purpose or just because he's terrible at not talking.

Though with this not moving part he's definitely testing boundaries, and she frowns for a moment. She hadn't considered the exact specifics, and it requires delving back into history for a moment, back to when she was still restraining people but trying very hard not to injure them.

When she does move it's fast and silent, reaching to grab his wrist so that she can go for twisting his arm behind his back in a fair standard restraint, fingers reaching to press lightly on the inside of his palm. ] Resisting would not be pleasant. [ It's a bluff, to an extent. She'd let go before she ever let herself actually hurt him, but if she can get his arm behind his back manuevering without hurting him won't be too difficult. ]

[ He wasn't sure what he was expecting from her, but he was reasonably certain that what she went with was one of those things and that he might have been expecting. Suddenly, his arm is wrenched up behind his back, well that's the upper body fairly immobile, and he stumbles in the direction she wanted and stops again to look at her. A Gauging look, weighing her up again for this, because they've done this a few times. ] That's hot. That you know that. [ He's amiable to cooperating now, but beyond that, he wants to see what she has in mind. ]

[ She'd roll her eyes, but instead she just meets his look as head on as she can, certainty and what reassurance she can muster up in her eyes. She knows what she's doing. If he wants to let her do this, and everything he's shown her and done so far indicates that he does, he can trust her. Frustrated and angry and raw, he can still trust her. It's a constant that she will never let change. ] I didn't say you could talk. [ Short and sharp as she starts to try to move them both forward, working at heading him towards the bedroom. ]

[ He moves with her easily enough at this point, looking forward again - that was a threshold he was testing and she basically just slammed through it, so he doesn't have any reason to keep being difficult about it. He does try to shift and relieve some of the pressure she's putting on his arm, but he doubts that'll work very well, and it's mostly just for something to do on the short walk to the bedroom, since he's already having to clench the muscles in his jaw to keep from saying any one of the steady stream of things ready to come out of his mouth. ]

[ She lets him shift his arm some, trying to keep it from being more than a little uncomfortable, then lets go once they reach the bedroom, turning around to close the door behind them before she circles around to face him, reaching out to slide her fingers roughly down the side of his jaw as she watches him intently, steadier by the moment. ] Raise your arms. Normal safeword? [ Just to be certain. ]

[ He rotates his shoulder a little bit, testing it - she'd been stretching it, holding it back there like that, which wasn't unpleasant but wasn't really all that helpful either way. The commands... He questions them, but whether it was the careful look in her eye, or the rough touch of her hand at his jaw, he feels inclined to oblige, slowly lifting both arms simultaneously over his head. Depending on what she does, this bares his torso, eventually, and he can't say he's not excited by the prospect.

In regards to the last question. ] Yes. [ He could have nodded, could have done anything, but he chose to say it. What will you do with that, Max? ]

[ She slides her hands under his shirt, lightly sliding over skin for a moment before she starts to pull the shirt up and over his head. Arms up like that can get genuinely uncomfortable quickly, and she's going to avoid that for the moment after having force marched him in here.

But oh, that's definitely not allowed. She tosses the shirt aside, slides a hand into his hair and tugs backwards as she leans forward, close as she can without touching. ] You may lower your arms, slowly. Did I say you could talk? [ She knows it was on purpose, knows he's pushing. It's strange, the conflicting feelings she has from that, because at once she's so very okay with him pushing but wants to make him do what she says. ]

[ At least, though, when he does listen, he listens fairly well; his arms very slowly and steadily fall back down to rest at his sides as he otherwise stays quite still apart from the way his adam's apple shifts when he swallows against the tightness in his throat at his head being pulled back. There are a few points on the ceiling where there isn't really anything to look at but are where his gaze bounces back and forth between regardless. He doesn't respond to the question, whether by talking or humming some sort of acknowledgement, just waits for whatever she decides to do next. ]

[ She gives a short nod of approval at his arms, but the majority of her attention stays on watching his face, waiting for him to answer. At the least he doesn't start talking again, but she studies him for a moment regardless, waiting to see if there's going to be any response. A question asked deserves some kind of answer, but he's still being stubborn and she still craves the fight that gives her. She breathes out, slides her hand out of his hair and cups it on the back of his neck for a moment before taking a step back. ] Get down on your knees. [ In one respect a temporary measure so that she can get things she needs to get and clarify plans in her head beyond the initial tumult of desire and frustration. On another level, she wants to see this, wants to see him do this for her, and there's a quiet need in her own eyes, buried as well as she can. ]

[ No, you don't get a response because he feels like going all out. Talking isn't limited to speech - there's a whole area of communication that is facial expression, body language, etc. Knock one, knock them all. So he remains unresponsive while she studies him, letting his head come down a little bit with her palm on the back of his neck, and then down to a normal tilt when she steps back, appraising him.

That command - that's not one she's given him before. Highly symbolic, to have a half naked man kneeling in front of you, silently. It's not really so much a matter of trust - it can't be, because he trusts her implicitly, to the point where he doesn't even remember when that was a thing that was happening, that level of trust. On the other, they're both still clearly getting something out of this bickering back and forth, and while on one hand he does want to obey and sink to the floor, on the other, he still wants to push, still wants to know what she'll do if he doesn't.

So he slowly - looking at her the whole time - slides down. To one knee. If she simply stands there, continuing to stare at him for too long, he'll fully comply, because he does want things to keep moving forward, but he's fishing for a reaction until she makes it clear she won't be giving him one. ]

[ She doesn't know what to make of that yet, to be honest. It's not like him to be this unresponsive, and she's not sure what to chalk it up to. That it's him taking her extremely seriously hasn't even crossed her mind yet, and probably won't for a while yet.

Fairly symbolic, yes, but she's not really thinking of that. She's thinking of the way he's watching her right now, the fact that he's sliding down the way she asked, her breath pushed out like she feels it physically, and she does. To one knee, though, which has entirely different connotations, and she narrows her eyes because even just the visual is somewhat unsettling. ] I'm keeping track of when you don't listen to me, Tony. [ She watches him carefully until he does comply and then she turns her back on him to go to the closet, retrieve a few things and put them on the bedside table before walking back to him, circling until she's standing behind him, out of his range of vision, fingers light on the nape of his neck and trailing down his spine. ]

[ It's okay, he'll be responsive soon enough. Probably quite responsive, actually. You can take part of his lack of such until this point to be frustration, and part to be stubbornness when he knows he won't be able to be so restrained later on.

Also wow so not the symbolic I was thinking of when I put him on one knee. It was meant to be like, kneeling with the ability to stand right back up, not... any sort of proposal mimickry. But he does eventually shift down, kneeling as she originally asked, looking up at her. He watches her go to the closet, tries to see what it is she's brought back out with her - mostly unsuccessfully for the moment - and disappear behind him again.

The light touch startles him just a little bit, although he does a decent job stifling the reaction - the flinch. The goosebumps that break across, mild and fleeting as they are, are more difficult to control. ]

[ There are only so many ways to go down on one knee, but it's all remedied now and he's watching her, which is a strangely nice feeling. She can feel his eyes on her until she circles back, and then she's watching him, carefully, looking for every reaction. The goosebumps, the tiny movement of muscles - it's all in response to her hand on him, and it's wonderful. ]

You can stand up now. [ Soft and precise, hand still on him. She needs him somewhere else and a little more naked, now, even if she thinks she could probably watch him like this for a long time. Maybe some other time, when she has more patience and less need. ]

[ He doesn't entirely mind being on his knees in front of her, not as much as one might think he would, at least. But nothing happened, just there. This is like church or something, the handful of times he remembers having gone as a child - kneel, stand, sit, stand, kneel, sit, kneel, yeah Jesus aerobics. So that's hesitation - and maybe part of that is the sudden softness in her tone, in her touch, because Tony knows what to do with rough and harsh, but isn't nearly as well-equipped to handle understanding and gentility.

But it's not a long hesitation regardless, and then he's standing back up, unsure of whether he can actually turn around to look at her, and thus getting halfway through a glance back over his shoulder before aborting the movement. He wants to ask her what she wants him to do now, already, itching for something to do, to obey or fight against, and his eyes focus on one thing for a split second before unfocusing and landing somewhere else. In similar fashion, he's at the very least moving his mouth again, bit by bit; licking his lips, pulling the lower one in to bite for a moment, then the upper for symmetry's sake. Regardless, he wants her to move on to the next aspect of all of this quickly. ]

[ An exercise in obedience for the moment, mostly, though perhaps some other time it will be more than simply that. For right now, it's not enough. Not enough for either of them, she suspects, and she can feel his impatience under his skin, see it in that curbed half glance back. She waits until he's up and then moves back to face him, her hand trailing over his skin with her half circle until it's on his chest, and then she takes it off and takes a step back. ]

Take off your pants and lie down on the bed. [ Still quiet, like some part of her is convinced she can break this moment by pushing too hard, but there's a confidence and surety to it regardless. This is a balance, and the more they work at achieving it, the more they push and pull at each other, the more relief she feels. ]

[ He's quite impatient. More so the longer she continues to not do things, use gentle touches and soft words, and it's a little difficult to not lean too much into her hand as it slides over him, or follow it when she actually pulls away entirely. As soon as she's back in his field of vision, he's watching her again - he doesn't particularly have anything else to do and right now she is everything that's possibly interesting at all.

But okay, that's some kind of progress. Not particularly something he questions even without all the context happening right now around it, although he's still trying to work out how he feels about listening to her. Right now it's coming down to the question of saving it for later and capitulating to the point where later doesn't get too much of a chance to happen. But either way. He starts at the button and zipper without dropping his gaze, only does so when he needs to bend a little bit to push them down and step out of them before moving to lie down. Well, lean back. She hasn't said how she wants him to do it, and there's more challenge in the way he can lean back on his elbows and look at her again. ]

[ She likes his attention fixed on her, the attentiveness in his gaze. A power thing, she guesses, and frankly she'd never considered this particular method of sex in general before him and hadn't ever thought it would be something she'd enjoy, but. Well.

In her turn she watches him the entire time, not trying at all to hide her deliberate appraisal of him. It's not like she hasn't seen it all before. The leaning back gains him only her moving to the bed to bend over and plant her fingers in a circle around the reactor, pushing him backwards. ] Lying down, in the middle. [ If he's watching her, she's still watching back just as intently, and her voice has lost the softness to it, her fingers as they slide down his chest losing the gentleness despite lingering on him. ]

[ Hands splayed around the reactor evokes eyes a little wider than he'd want them to be. Normally he's okay with it, but occasionally, just the certain aspect, something different, a specific thing he can't quite identify, will come into play, and he needs a moment to chill out. Hands around the reactor makes him think about people trying to remove it, and he falls back flat onto the bed fairly easily, masking his expression even as he goes.

Momentary wigging aside, lying flat is okay, when she's leaning over him like that. He just wants to keep watching her, really, and with their respective positions, he can do that from where she wants, so there's little reason to not do as she says. His eye contact, does, though, remain intact for the most part, even while her fingers slide down his chest and his lips part just so incrementally for the reaction. ]

[ Normally she wouldn't touch it in this context, because of all the connotations she knows it comes with, but today she's just reckless enough, just on edge enough to find those wide eyes satisfying. She does at least think enough to move her hand quickly, give it the space again to let him chill out. She watches him for a long moment as she bends over him, one knee on the bed between his legs for support, and then leans down to whisper in his ear. ]

Do you trust me? [ An answer that she knows, but she wants to ask it regardless, wants to see how he'll choose to answer right now. Her free hand is on his arm, sliding it up the bed over his head, at an angle. ]

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these physical descriptions are at least halfway accurate i... think

seem real enough for me

i knew my sister working at a troubled youth camp would come in handy

that's /hilarious/

tony cast as angry fourteen year old girl

okay now r00d

but is it inaccurate

not according to his proclivity for emoticons and blingee

lmao yes i'm totally right

as per usual

that is sweet of you but inaccurate

pffffffffffffffffffft

pffffffffffft back

so creative

that was an entirely dignified and polite way of pointing out that you were still being inaccurate

uh huh

your disbelief of the things i say is so hurtful

yeah well

yeah /well/