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[ Is she sure she wants his voice, because that by rote and nature means he can't be as distracting with his lips, and she seems to be really enjoying that.

He's also just casually going to pay attention to the thing she said for a moment before actually doing what she asked for, because he's stalling. He likes to stall. Especially since she made a real request there and he's probably not going to answer it as glibly as she's expecting him to. ] I know a angry pirate who would disagree. Not that I do - I'm very real.

[ While yes, she is very fond of what his lips are doing right now she does actually want his voice as well, is looking to encourage it as her hand slides his shirt up a little bit.

Him stalling is definitely something she's quite used to by now, and he's right in that she doesn't really expect any answer beyond this one. She hadn't really meant to say that bit out loud to start with. ] Well, the angry pirate can deal with it.

[ Well, that's okay, he supposes. Both the hand and the shirt thing and also the liking basically whatever he does with his mouth. That's probably okay. For the moment, he smiles against her skin. ] I would pay you five thousand dollars to say that to his face.

[ But then it's back to things with his mouth, and figuring out passively what he actually wants to say, if he wants to say anything at all in the first place. He's undecided. A lot of their relationship is predicated on the unspoken and the understood, and while he's not at all opposed to leaving things intimate and intimated, there is something to be said for the certainty of having it made concrete. So. He pulls back just slightly for the start, still close enough to warm her skin with his breath, letting his hands continue their general perusal of the surface of her, but gradually leaning back a little bit more to look at her. Not in the face, because you don't look people in the eyes when you're saying certain important things, but down, following the path of his hands. ]

Safe. You make me feel safe. Reliably. And stronger. More for having something special to protect, but - more than that because you don't even need it. It's voluntary, not an obligation but more like a... Privilege. And because there's safety at the end, there's - Shit. I don't know, there's more to it for some reason. It sounds dumb. But. [ Okay right and now that that's all done it's time to go back to using his mouth for things that are way less embarrassing, leaning back towards her to continue what he was doing before. ]

If it's in cash you've got a deal. [ Lips against his neck as she speaks, and she keeps them just brushing against his skin until he pulls back a little bit. She stops and looks at him then, a little surprised because she wasn't actually expecting him to say something serious, was expecting him to just keep running with the flippant side of things.

There's a shiver somewhere in the middle of that, tilting her chin up a little as she listens to him and her eyes slide closed. The timbre of his voice is low and calming and his hands are warm and gentle on her skin, exploring despite how intimately he knows every part of her, has touched her everywhere and every way. She looks back down as he finishes talking just in time to watch him go back to pressing his lips against her skin, puts both her hands under his shirt and starts to lift it up because suddenly she needs this off, needs to spread her hands across his skin the way that he's spreading his across her skin, wants to reflect back at him how she feels right now. ] Doesn't sound dumb at all.

[ It takes her a moment to think of how else to respond, how to tell him how she feels about hearing that because it's so precious to her, because part of her isn't entirely sure how she feels other than warmed and safe and loved. ] You make me feel safe too. I think I could do anything for you.

I'll stop by the bank tomorrow.

[ And nah, he's pretty sure it sounds dumb. It sounded dumb when he was saying it, it sounds dumb now that he already has - the only reason it didn't sound dumb in his head was because he didn't think about what was coming out of his mouth before he got started. So he's carefully still not looking at her properly, paying attention to her and just concentrating more for every bit of self-consciousness that creeps up.

So he's not going to stop her pulling his shirt up, but he's focusing a little too much on being distracting to actually stop and let her do it properly. ]

You do that.

[ No, seriously, she doesn't think it was dumb at all. She liked it, actually, quite a lot, approximately as much as she likes what his mouth is doing right now even if it's making it too difficult to get his shirt off and she wants his shirt off. There's a soft sound of need from her, one hand slipping down to his hip and tightening its grip as she tries to look at him, meet his eyes. ]

Tony. [ Her other hand stops its quest for his shirt, tangles in his hair as she shifts a little, breathing a little heavier. ]

[ Well fine, okay, he'll stop what he was doing. He doesn't pull back from her significantly though, but just enough to where his mouth isn't on her, while his own slightly heavier breathing washes over her skin in its place. He's not totally sure what to do now though, aside from catch his breath, and after a few moments he twists a little, shifts so that she can try getting his shirt off again. Stillll not looking at her though. That's not a thing he's deeming necessary right now. ]

[ Looking at her is totally a thing she deems necessary, but she'll get his shirt off first so they're at least on somewhat equal clothing-less-ness levels. Just because, okay, she wants to touch him a lot and it's easier now that his shirt is off. ] I don't think I said stop. [ She's fairly certain in fact, is pretty positive that's not at all what she said, tangles a hand back in his hair as she looks to tilt his head a little more towards her. ]

[ Oh okay well if he wasn't supposed to stop, then as soon as she's removed the offending garment, he'll lean in and do what he was doing before anyway. He'll bury his face in her neck and pay every single sensitive area he can find all the attention it can handle before moving on to the next. ]

[ She was looking for some kind of eye contact there, wanted to see his expression, but instead a moment later she's opening her mouth in a soundless gasp as her hands tighten against him because he's being very very effective, there. He knows her sensitivities and he's playing them beautifully and she can't find it anywhere in her to have a problem with that even if she still wants to look at him. ]

[ She'll get her chances when he has to come back for breath again, when he moves, retracts entirely to get at the side that right now, he's completely neglecting. But right now he's happy to throw himself fully into his actions, playing those sensitivities for all that he can, letting one hand slide along her hip, over her thigh, up and down it from knee to iliac, then just slipping between both legs to give her a little bit of pressure to work with there as well. ]

[ She has to admit that she is in turn totally happy to let him continue throwing all that effort into her because it's really quite worth it, it feels fantastic even as she dips her head to press her lips carefully against his collarbone in turn, travelling upwards a little bit until his hand is between her legs and that's just her breath against him because she forgot to move for a moment there. Suddenly she's really regretting that she only took off her shirt earlier, because having her pants off right now would be totally okay. She could go for that. ]

[ Hah, he loves being able to just play her though. As much as she enjoys doing it to him, he loves to flip the tables and repay the service. Carefully, and without removing her control, but even still. He keeps up the pressure with his hand, sliding along her through the material of her pants, takes advantage of the way she's just stopped working against him by moving a little, catching her lips with his own and quietly claiming her mouth. More distraction in that area, so that when he moves his hand away long enough to simply slip it inside her trousers, under the thin band of underwear, to return to what he was doing before, it doesn't feel so much like a stop-start. ]

[ She tilts into his kiss, accepts it and pushes back against it a little, though there's a noticeable lag when his hand comes back and shifts her legs, her hips, whimpers against his mouth before she puts her effort into distracting him via his mouth. Though not super distracting him, just enough that she feels she's putting something back into this despite the very great effectiveness of his fingers. ]

[ Yes, good. Very responsive, he likes that. And he appreciates what she's doing in return, because that's also really nice, and for a little while he just lets his hand rub against her, stimulation but nothing too specific, staying away from both her clit and entrance as well as he can while he enjoys the kiss and what she's doing with it.

But, that's not actually what he's aiming for right now, and he's rapidly getting hard and a little uncomfortable in his jeans, so he decides to switch his focus back down and without too much warning, presses two fingers into her, a little nip at her lip just afterward. ]

[ No that really wasn't much warning at all and she gasps again with the sudden shift in sensation, fingers in his hair tightening. She wasn't particularly not expecting it because Tony is rarely a highly patient person, but she wasn't expecting his fingers in her quite yet with how thoroughly he'd been avoiding specific stimulation up until that moment. It's not a problem, though, at all. She'd like to submit that this is really good, everything she's feeling right now, the slight pull of his teeth included.

Her legs open a little more as she shifts enough to make it easier on him to continue whatever he wants to do with her as she returns that nip of his in kind, presses back against him. ]

[ No, patience tends to be something people think and then laugh about in regards to Tony Stark. He enjoys the moment, doesn't think that waiting for things - in regards to himself, anyway - makes them any better, and tends to thoroughly love doing things that people aren't expecting. Specifically the things people aren't expecting, and not just because it tends to elicit such wonderful reactions as that one. He drinks in the gasp, tries to get her hand to tighten further, pressing forward towards her with both mouth and hand. ]

[ It used to be a life view she didn't really get but over her time with him she's come to have more and more appreciation for it. Right now she has very very thorough appreciation for it, solid against his pressing forwards but he's having the desired effect, her hand is tightening in his hair more and more by the second, quite possibly to the point of pain. There's a whimper swallowed by their kiss, her hips shifting minutely in an attempt to encourage him further. ]

[ He can come all the to basically pulling it out before he'll start to care - he's enjoying the pain, keeping him grounded while he works on her, and he can feel the way she's opening up to him further, encouraging him even more, and he goes ahead and slips another finger inside. Slowly curls them a little, to coincide with her own pulling at his hair, brushes his thumb just over her clit and then just lets it sit, outside her trousers, to provide constant but muffled pressure there. At the same time, he's opening his mouth up to her a bit, so that if she wants to retaliate, she's more than welcome to. ]

[ Retaliation might take a little bit because she needs a moment to temporarily just hold on for dear life and reorient herself around the feeling of his fingers and how they're curling against her and okay, she's all right, she can absolutely press forward against his mouth and claim it. He doesn't have all the say here, though then again at this moment she'd be willing to do quite a bit to keep him doing that with his fingers, god. ]

[ idk he'd be pretty willing to say he's got basically all of the say here. She's pretty much letting him do what he wants, and she didn't start the claiming until he made that option kind of obvious, so. I mean hey whatever she wants to think, but he's just sort of feeling that way atm, as he continues what he was doing already, a steady rhythm of movement and pressure, and lets her push him back into the couch. ]

[ He's got - well, yes, he has quite a bit of the say right now because apparently what he wants is something that she personally feels is really, really excellent. Her participation lags again with shifts in his fingers as she gasps again, hand in his hair clenching and unclenching as she nips at his lip and then presses back into the kiss. There's a familiar heat starting to burn and she wants the ensuing fire, wants it quite badly by this point. ]

[ It's okay, he's cool with what's happening. He likes watching the burn build in her, slow at first and then faster as he decides to see what she'll do with that. He's suspecting rather impressive, or at the very least interesting, results, but these things don't always turn out in the manner one expects them to. ]

[ Yeah, that's. That's allowed, that's definitely allowed, and she arches her back, tension in her whole body as she has to force herself to stay still, not move like she wants to. She feels precariously positioned all of a sudden, wants to scrabble for purchase and wants anything he'll give her, feels quite thankful for how good he is at keeping out the dark. ] More. [ It's somewhat demanding, mouth still practically against his as her hands pull him closer. ]

[ She's more than welcome to be demanding - in fact, it's kind of encouraged. It's encouraging, and therefore encouraged, and if she wants to scrabble for purchase, she's welcome to do so. His shoulders, arms, hips, hair; whatever she feels like using to stay in place. He leans forward into her, which probably won't help that balance thing, but his free arm has gone around her back, holding her close and steady, so there's not too much worry with that. He takes more control in the kiss, even while the pressure from his hand gets a little stronger, the movements get a little faster, specific nerves are lingered on a little longer. ]

accurate tho rite

far too accurate the things they have done for each other man

yolo

exactly

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