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[motherofnemesis]

[ She makes an amused noise against his mouth, all the acknowledgement of how he was trying to totally contradict himself she has time for because she's a little busy right now kissing him, her hands moving to his shoulders and her hips pushing down. Maybe she initially meant this solely as a demonstration to him of things she felt he needed to know, but right now she's perfectly happy with the ways it's turned out. ]

[fe_male]

[ Mmmm when her hips push down, and she totally has the advantage here, and he's totally okay with that. Mostly. But right now this is fun and this is her hands on his shoulders, and his hands on her rips, feeling the muscles to push against him in place and then ] Nnn, fuck [ she's rolled against him again and whatever. He doesn't actually care that much about anything right now. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ She might need to make an effort to change that mostly to a definitely, here. But for the moment she's just dropping her hands lower, fumbling at his shirt as she kisses his jaw, along the line of his neck. ] You should [ an impatient tug ] just get rid of this, who needs shirts for sparring practice? [ As her hips roll down again hard, because she really quite liked that noise he'd just made. She wouldn't argue with him sounding like that again. ]

[fe_male]

[ She's mostly winning, honestly. He arches up so the fabric slides up his back easier if she't tugging it off with him. But he obliges to her issued statement, pulling the shirt off one handed and then letting it go where ever he wound up tossing it to. ] I sure don't. What don't you need?

[motherofnemesis]

[ She's totally okay with winning here. She's generally almost always okay with winning, in fact, there are few circumstances in which she wouldn't be okay with it. As he pulls off his shirt she sits up and drops her hands to the hem of her own tank top, starting to peel it off as he finishes talking and grinning down at him. ] That, for starters. Clothes in general, for both of us.

[fe_male]

[ He likes that look on her. ] I can't do the rest of mine while you're sitting on me and you're not allowed to move away too far. So. [ theatrical shrug. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ Her eyebrows go up as she leans back down again, close enough that her bare skin is just next to his bare skin but not quite touching as she mouths at his jawline, the side of his neck. ] Did you just say not allowed? [ He may want to rethink that particularly phrasing.

Or he may totally not. His choice. The sound in her voice promises a fair amount of recalcitrance towards agreeing with any directions towards her. ]

[fe_male]

[ His hands float along her sides but hover when he realizes she's deliberately not touching and as such trying to pull her down to start some touching might not go over smoothly. The muscles in his neck work quietly for a few seconds before he gets out a slightly tight: ] Did I?

[motherofnemesis]

[ A nip at his pulse and she moves lower, starts to make a mark against the hollow of his throat as he answers. ] Oh, good. [ And she presses against him, skin on skin. Definitely the right answer there. ]

[fe_male]

[ Nn that's not going to make things more difficult at all. She's hot where she's touching him, and he feels himself mould between the mat and her body to perfectly fit along everywhere as well as he can. His hands he's stopped paying attention to, for the most part, and he's still sort of letting them hover around in place while he closes his eyes and pays attention to what she's doing. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ No, of course. It's not her intention to make things difficult at all, pushing down with her hips and grinding a little because she wants friction but still maintaining her attention to his skin, a bite here and a kiss there. She likes the ability to distract him quite a lot, really. ]

[fe_male]

[ That's good, because she's really good at it, and he's always heard that you're supposed to take pride and enjoy the things that you're good at, so, you know, kudos and brownie points to her for such nice self-esteem processes. He's very proud, and appreciative, and all sorts of positive things in regards to her. Right now that's mostly being manifested as a low sort of moan, hands finally finding her and pulling her to him further, somehow. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ She is totally very very good at it, and quite proud of it. So there's that. But oh yes, good, his hands pulling her even closer are very much appreciated because their bodies this close together provides a delightful amount of friction. She bites at his neck, lets herself drift lower so she can mouth at the skin near the arc reactor. ]

[fe_male]

[ Totally doesn't elicit a noise from him at all. Like, definitely not a mildly surprised noise or anything like a higher pitched sound turning into a much lower one. He pushes up a little bit towards her again, holds onto her without inhibiting her movements, the muscles in his chest tightening and relaxing with her actions. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ What a shame, she was definitely hoping for a noise. A noise quite like that one that totally didn't happen just now. She may just have to put a little more effort into obtaining another one that can't be explained away as hypothetical at all. And that is precisely what she's going to do, grinding down into his push up as she sucks a mark onto his skin. ]

[fe_male]

[ Yeah okay that noise isn't hypothetical at all - it's a little strangled, catching in the back of his throat somewhere between her grind down and what her mouth is doing to his skin, but it's definitely a noise that time, no two ways about it. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ Oh, much better, she likes the not even a little hypothetical version of that noise. It's really satisfying, and the nip of her teeth is sharp and heavy for a moment before she starts to sit up, reaching to pull him with her. ] Bed. [ Or a wall or a couch if they can't make it to bed, but even a matted floor isn't really going to be that comfortable, and they're in a house. ]

[fe_male]

[ Yeah, he sits up with her, holding onto her like he'll never let go, then just stands up, still holding on to her. Hopefully she put her legs around his waist, but he's walking either way. Walking and refusing to remove his mouth from the delicious slope of her shoulder where he's buried his face now, and he does, indeed, stop at a wall first, at least by the doorway, to pay proper attention to that spot, because he can now and he basically feels like he needs to. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ She has to say that she is a huge fan of the way that particular method of holding onto her feels, because right now she'd be more than okay with never letting him go. And she definitely wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood up, is trying to both kiss his neck and make sure that they're headed in the right direction and not running into anything they shouldn't be because he seems pretty thoroughly entranced by her shoulder and she's also really okay with that, that's great. Totally keep doing that, Tony.

She takes advantage of the wall at her back to wrap herself more firmly about his waist so that she has a good vantage point from which to move her mouth slowly down the side of his neck, down to the pulse point and where it meets his shoulder, all kinds of open skin to explore. ]

[fe_male]

[ It's okay he's not going to run her into anything. Probably. He's usually pretty good at not walking into things, actually, he's never been particularly clumsy, so the only thing he doesn't mind her hitting right now is the wall, and that was still done with a modicum of care. He doesn't want her head to smack it or anything, he just doesn't feel like waiting for a flat surface right now.

He is entranced by her shoulder, he's very happy in general with her shoulders and her neck and her everything else, really. He's happy with the way she adjusts herself, and he holds her up with his hips so that he can enjoy the way she feels under his hands a little better. Her own actions tend to somewhat stutter his own, eliciting a low sound of approval from his chest as he sucks a little harder than he meant to for a second, then moves up the side of her neck in return. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ Well good, because she doesn't mind being run a little into the wall but anywhere else would probably be mildly unpleasant. And she's pretty sure waiting for a flat surface would have been a huge pain and taken way too long right now.

Definitely too long, actually, and she presses her hips against his and molds her body along his as well as she can, nips down at his skin because that sound of approval was good, it was excellent even. She can go for that again, and her own groan isn't muffled at all. ]

[fe_male]

[ Somehow he hadn't been expecting her to do that, and the way that he shifts his leg forward to help support her weight, presses back against her, is indicative beyond the second sound of approval that her actions are totally okay with him. He shifts suddenly back to kissing her mouth, looking for a way to advance this that doesn't involve letting her back down so they can continue removing clothing just yet. That'll be good, and he's very impatient, but right now he doesn't want to stop touching her. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ She gasps a little at that added pressure, one hand sliding down his back with rather more force behind it than normal and the other raking through his hair as she tilts her face up to meet his kiss, returning it with interest. Don't worry, she's totally okay with dragging out this moment right now. She definitely wants to be more naked than she is, and that moment will be fantastic, but right now she just wants to keep kissing him until she has to surface for breath and maybe then some more. ]

[fe_male]

[ He takes the small gasp as opportunity to enter her mouth, rocking up against her even though there's really not a whole lot of available space there to do it. He kisses her until he has to stop, resting his forehead against hers and panting to catch his breath, irritated at needing air so quickly. It's only a little bit, but the slight amount of reduced lung capacity he knows he has is still annoying as hell in instances like this. He just wants to keep kissing her, to feel her underneath him, and to make up for having to stop, he presses harder against her again, moves to nuzzle at her neck again while he gets his wind back. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ That's definitely a good way to take that gasp, judging by the immediate response from her as she pushes into his kiss, the faint shudder and grind back against the rock of his hips as much as she's able with how pressed she is against the wall by now, pulling him closer with her hands as much as he's pushing her against it. She's breathing harder than normal by the time he has to pull away too, a little unevenly, and she nips at his lower lip, kisses the edge of his jaw and then as he moves towards her neck again she echoes his motions against his own neck, readjusting her legs just so she can shift against him. Walls are very good for pressure, she's pretty happy about that. ]