fe_male | memeboxing

[ She loves being close to him in a myriad of ways, loves the moments their minds are close and loves the moments they're skin to skin and this definitely falls in the category of closeness, the way they're tangled together and he's pressed against her and into her and she almost writhes under that thrust, under the sheer sensation of it all, says his name and then says it again for emphasis, nails digging into his skin as she arches up into his body and hits her release with a shudder running all along her body, still pulling him closer. ]

[ She says his name once and it's encouragement, fuel for the energy required to push harder against her just afterwards, at least the once more. She says it twice and it's almost a direction, like homing yourself to a location you can't see by following the sounds instead. He does it again, and then she pushes herself all along him and holds on tight - he can feel the anchors of her fingernails trying for purchase on his back, and he doesn't think he's ever going to stop being pleased at being able to elicit reactions just like that, maybe even just that specific one, where she feels the need to scratch him up without thinking about it. He stays close to her, minimizes his movements and changes his thrusts to smaller, steady rocks of his hips against hers, holding her to him with one hand and supporting himself with the other. It's the closeness, the feeling of her slightly dazed breathing ghosting over his skin, the way they're both holding each other as close to themselves as possible, that help him reach the edge of his own release, and he's so close, but he wants to make sure she gets all she can out of hers before he's willing to let go. ]

[ She has mixed feelings about the marks she sometimes leaves on him with her nails, feels strange about marring any part of him but at the same time she loves the tangibility of it, likes retracing it afterwards with her lips, is terribly pleased with him being hers in all the ways it shows. Loves that he's pleased to have her mark him, is willing to let her do that. And he's holding her closer even as she's clinging to him, supporting and so close and she can feel him, lets her shields drop so she can give him some of her sensation as well, quite a bit of the feeling of perfect completion that's permeating her right now, that extra nudge as she presses her lips to his neck and rocks her hips back against his slowly, coming back to herself incrementally and just enough to do this for him. ]

[ She doesn't really have to worry - he was pretty much done for the moment she dropped her shields. Between that and the clinging, the rock back in return, the pleasure both physical and otherwise that reverberates back and forth between the pair of them - he tightens and goes taut, movements irregular and asynchronous but still making the attempt if out of practice than nothing else. He slows down, but continues to hold her closely, even if he winds up resting a bit more of his weight on her than before. ]

[ She's holding onto him as closely as she can, legs wrapped around him as she gasps, melds them together as much as she can. All she can do right now is do that, hold on as they ride it out together, share everything she can with him. Right now, she feels certain that they can do anything if it's together. Eventually she sinks back against the mattress a little, looking to pull him with her for at least a little bit as she breathes out against his skin. ] God, Tony.

[ He'll come down with her easily enough, tired and already moving to rest on her and waiting to catch his breath. He's not looking to lie flat on her, moves to rest a little to the side so he doesn't pin her straight to the mattress, but he's otherwise not making any movements to disagree with her intimated suggestion. ] Synonyms, right? I've been telling people.

[ She shifts with him, pulls off of him before he softens before settling and letting out a long breath,grinning at his words. Of course that's how he took it, it's not remotely a surprise. ] I agree, but you can't use me as a reference. [ One hand moves off of him briefly to rest on her stomach for a little bit, just - checking. ] You know how I feel about publicity.

[ of course it's not a surprise ]

You have hilarious feelings about publicity considering who you live with, yes.

[ She props herself up on one elbow for a little bit, watches him with a crooked smile. ]

I think I've mostly done a good job at staying out of notice, really.

You've done spectacularly well, yeah. Several before you have been here for much less time and had exponentially more media coverage about it.

That's because I'm a ninja. Close enough. I'm awesome.

That's more or less just a prerequisite to live in the house anyway. [ He says, crossing his arms behind his head and using them as a pillow. On top of the pillow he was already using. ] Being awesome and having a good ass and saying yes to morning sex.

[ Well she's just going to use him as a pillow, so that's all sorted then. ] Huh, what do you know. I fill all those prerequisites. No wonder I've made it so long.

There you go. Mystery solved.

[ and he'd love to stay here but ] Coffee. You want any?

Was it a mystery? I didn't know there was a mystery.

[ what no she immediately burrows further into his chest ] I'm not supposed to drink much coffee. Why are you moving. Stop doing that.

[ sorry, that just makes him laugh a little ] I want coffee. Or food. It's morning and I've just had a vigorous workout! I'm coming right back.

[ hnnnnnng

there's a long moment and then she looks up a little bit, stops trying to vanish completely into him ] Laughing at me is rude, I'm resisting movement for two here, okay.

[ on the other hand ] Food sounds good I guess.

[ Okay he'll stop laughing but he still has a big smile on his face as he moves to sit up properly, stretches his arms and shoulders and back all out, and then turns to lean over her a little bit again. ] What do you want to eat, baby?

[ she rolls aside enough to let him up but is still lying flat on the bed and deadeyeing the concept of getting up when he leans over her. ]

What's in the house? I'm sure it'll eat anything. [ that's how babies work right. ]

[ /snort ] There's no monster in the house. I meant you, babe. What do you want me to get you while I'm up.

[ look they don't actually use terms of endearment a ton, she was confused. ] Are you saying you'll get me breakfast in bed, because I will eat literally anything you are if you are bringing it back here.

You're so agreeable this early in the morning. [ He's still sort of laughing, but it's less at her this time at least. More in general. He bends over to pick up his pants from wherever they got pushed to, and then straightens as he puts them back on. ] I'll be back.

I'm always agreeable. [ The smuggest of smiles, because that was a lie and also she's going to get breakfast in bed and she doesn't have to move yet and she's tired after all that so that sounds fantastic to her. ] Holding you to that.

[ that's just a slight noise of derision okay because suuuuuure you are.

But w/e w/e he gets up and stretches and then leaves the room and finds whatever's downstairs. He already knows to stay away from eggs, but toast is okay, as are an assortment of the pastries that appear to have been automatically ordered and placed out on the island in the kitchen. (He makes a mental note to thank DUM-E and U with some oil and upgrades, and to give Butterfingers something cool too so he's not left out. Maybe he'll get to help supervise the machining for upcoming parts that Tony's going to build. That'll work. JARVIS he thanks in person, as he stands at the coffee maker, because JARVIS is the best and JARVIS knows it, Tony made sure to add a subroutine that tells him so whenever Tony audibly says the words 'Thank you' - not 'Thanks', not 'You're the best', not 'Ta', nothing else but 'Thank you', because JARVIS is awesome and JARVIS is the best but sometimes he needs to be reminded of it. Nevermind that he's an AI. Tony still treats him like a person, and moreover, JARVIS is therefore a person who has never, ever done wrong to Tony.

So Tony returns to the bedroom, a tray he scrounged up - it's mostly clean, it might be from the workshop - with coffee and cream and whatever packets of sweetener were nearby because he has no idea how Max likes her coffee. There's also pastries, and some toast that looks mostly okay. Two pieces, each half butter, half butter and cheese. ] Not sure if you can stomach cheese this morning. I'll eat whatever you don't. [ Setting the tray on the bed, closer to her, because he's already holding his coffee mug with the other hand. ] I would like to point out that I, also, came back into the room. Just for the record. [ Since she said she'd eat whatever he brought back. Or something. ]

[ ruuude but she's too content right now to do much more than rearrange the blankets and pillows in his bed into a nest big enough for two and curl up in part of it to wait for him.

She's totally okay with a workshop tray and everything on it right now, especially him nearby again, and she pushes herself up and sits cross legged in front of it, starts pouring cream into her cup of coffee as she blinks up at him. ] I think I won't risk the cheese, that's all yours. You are spectacular. [ Breakfast in bed, oh my god, she's so okay with this entire scenario right now. And then he says that and it takes her a moment to put it together with what she'd said earlier and start laughing, grin at him with her eyes crinkling as she picks up a piece of toast and takes a bite. ]

Yes. Yes you did. I'm very happy about it.

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whoops i had their positions backward i think

or possibly i did i'm not at all sure

i don't think it matters anymore

totally doesn't

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