[ She keeps them there, nails digging in inbetween the moments her grip slips and slides across his body for a moment before they return, always. She can feel his shields fracturing, slides inbetween the edges with almost gleeful abandon even if she's careful about the moment she opens her mind up in turn and lets him see precisely how pleased she is with this moment, how good it feels and how much she cares about him and the way her body is taking everything he's giving her and turning it into pleasure. The words continue unabated, more and more effort required even for the syllables of his name and the quiet short phrases of encouragement but still absolutely worth it. She wants this, wants him, so badly. Every time he thrusts harder it jars a little whimper from him, pushing down against it, asking for more with her lips and her body. ]
[ Yes, please keep talking, he's really enjoying that, even nonsensical as half the things she's saying are, as little he's actually able to pay attention to them specifically, they're helping. He's getting even less composed - or as composed as either one of them has been since she said simply 'Bed.' a few minutes ago - and they'll probably both have bruises later that can't be explained by their sparring, but right now he just wants to bury himself as deeply in her as he can, to elicit as many of those sounds from her as possible, interrupting the flow of those words he's enjoying so much. He can feel the way she slid in between the cracks in his shields, lets himself relax a little with her presence so near in multiple ways and show her some of his sensitivity, some of how all of this feels from his side without her having to go seek it out for herself. ]
[ She's pretty not at all composed right now, and she not only wouldn't mind those bruises she'd welcome them, is almost seeking them from how she pushes against him, pulls him closer with her hands and her words and every tool seh has at her disposal right now. He's getting enough of those noises out of her, building slowly because he's pushing so hard and so sure and this right here, this could last as long as forever with her still being okay with it. That opening up of his drags a long low moan out of her, biting at his neck for a moment inbetween her words because she needs to, she needs every way she can possibly gather to show him how much this matters to her right now, and her mind in turn quietly slides open against his, every part of care and desperate desire for him clear as can be. ]
[ It's been slow and rapid build-up for a little while now, first one, then more and more so the other, and he's nearly to a breaking point already. She pulls him closer, and he stays closer, each move of his both against and into hers creating and maintaining contact along several points. He's not sure how much more in contact they could even be right now, just that he loves it, and doesn't want it to stop. Her words pattern themselves after his own efforts, it seems like, with all of his stuttering and arhythmic movement echoed in the fragments of her sentences and the fractures of her phrasing. He doesn't care though - he almost can't even hear her anymore, so lost in her as he is, and he suddenly realizes how close he is, how much he ought to pull back and how little it would take to push him over.
And then he feels her in his mind, the care and desire and openness of her, and he can't, just, that's it. He stills for a moment, rigid and continuing to hold her up as he comes over the edge, a few seconds of stillness before he - not quite gingerly but - haltingly begins to move again, trying to make sure she gets the same end. In that moment, his lack of movement, when he toppled over he had no shielding up at all. It's a skill he still needs to learn, but at that moment, his sensation and all of his own bottled emotions were there for her to read, and the way she was already in his mind likely happened to expedite the process. ]
[ Since they moved from the mat to the wall the pace shifted, from something exploratory to something almost frantic, both of them apparently needing the release and searching for it in each other, and she's not sure why there's this edge in how they're holding onto each other, the force of it and how closely they're pushing their bodies together. She just knows she loves it and wants to keep him close forever, wants to keep her body pressed against his forever.
She holds onto him carefully as he comes, pulling him closer to her so that he's not going to start leaning the other direction, so she's still pressed between him and the wall, tells him something terribly disjointed about how beautiful he is and how good she wants to make him feel, always, because she can't really think straight past just how much she can feel him in every respect. The moments he is completely unshielded are beautiful to her and she treasures them, loves the unguarded beauty of him being totally available to her even if it's a little overwhelming. And then he's moving again and oh god, she's not going to be terribly far behind him, she doesn't think, not feeling like this, and she gasps and shifts herself so that the angle's a little different, her leverage a little more. ] Just a little more, you're so good, Tony, you're - like that, yes.
[ He follows her lead with the shift in angle, tries to help support the shift in her position without changing it too much himself, mostly just continuing to move on autopilot, more or less. It's going to be a few minutes before he properly gets his mental reserves back together, until his shields are back in place and interlocked and firm and until then, he's just accepting of having her so close in so many ways, feels safe even without them because she's here and that makes things okay.
They are though, clinging to each other and seriously testing the structural integrity of this wall and he's totally okay with that, he built this wall, it'll be fine. ]
[ She's more than okay with him not putting his shields back in place, not hiding from her at all. She wants him here, wants him close in every way, especially now that she's climbing closer and closer to the peak and her words trail off into indecipherable breaths, like she's trying to suck in air he's pulling out. It doesn't take too long for her to follow him, sudden and breathless as she buries her face in his neck and shudders with the sensation.
The slump isn't all that perceptible, trying to make sure that she doesn't overbalance him, but there is a certain definite slackening of her muscles as she stops moving, rests against him and just breathes for a long moment. ]
[ Good because those fuckers aren't going back up for a little while yet. Not at least, until he realizes how down they are and snaps them back into place.
He keeps moving, autopilot adjusting, because it isn't entirely autopilot, just partially, and when she finally falls against him and shudders he only moves a few more times, more out of rhythm and kinesthesis than anything, before coming to a stop, holding her up both against the wall and with his torso, supporting the slump in her muscles as she rests for a moment. His knees are locked, which means that he, too, can moderately enjoy a certain relaxation, hand down and shoulders wide, one arm on the wall beside her and one hand holding her under both thighs in support. He's breathing very heavily, just in general, and not talking yet, but it's clear that he's happy and okay at the moment. ]
[ She's going to be really sad whenever he does, because frankly she doesn't want them back up.
She turns her face further into his neck, presses her lips against his skin quietly and gently as she breathes out against him, in again, out again. Short and sharp still, because that was a pretty fair amount of exertion on her part too. Her shields may not be down quite as completely as his but they're pretty minimal, only the automatic ones still remaining, the ones that have never come down. She doesn't really want to let go or get down or move, actually, moving right now seems like a lot of work, but she also doesn't want to make him keep holding her up. Well. She wants to, but that's because it feels secure and steady and she likes the feeling of closeness. ]
That's seduction. [ She whispers it with a ghost of a smile. Really the term could be applied to either one of them right now, she thinks. ]
[ He doesn't mind holding her up until either she gets tired of it or his legs just give out. They're both okay by him, honestly, either way. He's not that keen on putting her down just yet either, because this is okay, this is all good. He likes this closeness both physically and mentally and he's okay with both versions.
He breathes out a laugh against her, doesn't really have the energy just yet to do it for real, and besides, that would be loud, and disruptive. Takes away from the moment. ] Fair point.
[ She's probably not going to get tired of it anytime soon, though she supposes she could be convinced temporarily if it was to move to a couch or something and then she can lie on him there. She likes lying on him. He's comfortable, it's great.
His tiny laugh brings a wide grin to her face, still pressed against his neck, and she hums out a happy note, pleased with herself and with him and with everything, right now. She's pleased with everything, it's wonderful. ] I try.
[ 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. ]
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And then he feels her in his mind, the care and desire and openness of her, and he can't, just, that's it. He stills for a moment, rigid and continuing to hold her up as he comes over the edge, a few seconds of stillness before he - not quite gingerly but - haltingly begins to move again, trying to make sure she gets the same end. In that moment, his lack of movement, when he toppled over he had no shielding up at all. It's a skill he still needs to learn, but at that moment, his sensation and all of his own bottled emotions were there for her to read, and the way she was already in his mind likely happened to expedite the process. ]
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She holds onto him carefully as he comes, pulling him closer to her so that he's not going to start leaning the other direction, so she's still pressed between him and the wall, tells him something terribly disjointed about how beautiful he is and how good she wants to make him feel, always, because she can't really think straight past just how much she can feel him in every respect. The moments he is completely unshielded are beautiful to her and she treasures them, loves the unguarded beauty of him being totally available to her even if it's a little overwhelming. And then he's moving again and oh god, she's not going to be terribly far behind him, she doesn't think, not feeling like this, and she gasps and shifts herself so that the angle's a little different, her leverage a little more. ] Just a little more, you're so good, Tony, you're - like that, yes.
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They are though, clinging to each other and seriously testing the structural integrity of this wall and he's totally okay with that, he built this wall, it'll be fine. ]
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The slump isn't all that perceptible, trying to make sure that she doesn't overbalance him, but there is a certain definite slackening of her muscles as she stops moving, rests against him and just breathes for a long moment. ]
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He keeps moving, autopilot adjusting, because it isn't entirely autopilot, just partially, and when she finally falls against him and shudders he only moves a few more times, more out of rhythm and kinesthesis than anything, before coming to a stop, holding her up both against the wall and with his torso, supporting the slump in her muscles as she rests for a moment. His knees are locked, which means that he, too, can moderately enjoy a certain relaxation, hand down and shoulders wide, one arm on the wall beside her and one hand holding her under both thighs in support. He's breathing very heavily, just in general, and not talking yet, but it's clear that he's happy and okay at the moment. ]
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She turns her face further into his neck, presses her lips against his skin quietly and gently as she breathes out against him, in again, out again. Short and sharp still, because that was a pretty fair amount of exertion on her part too. Her shields may not be down quite as completely as his but they're pretty minimal, only the automatic ones still remaining, the ones that have never come down. She doesn't really want to let go or get down or move, actually, moving right now seems like a lot of work, but she also doesn't want to make him keep holding her up. Well. She wants to, but that's because it feels secure and steady and she likes the feeling of closeness. ]
That's seduction. [ She whispers it with a ghost of a smile. Really the term could be applied to either one of them right now, she thinks. ]
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He breathes out a laugh against her, doesn't really have the energy just yet to do it for real, and besides, that would be loud, and disruptive. Takes away from the moment. ] Fair point.
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His tiny laugh brings a wide grin to her face, still pressed against his neck, and she hums out a happy note, pleased with herself and with him and with everything, right now. She's pleased with everything, it's wonderful. ] I try.
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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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