[That would be an inevitable consequence of trying to get frisky and intimate, wouldn't it. Getting naked. And not just her. Something he used to have no problem with, pictures and videos of him still around from his wild youthful years where he is absolutely not ashamed at all of being caught in the nude. Shame isn't what it is now, either. And luckily he has enough liquid courage to grease the wheels and make him forget any sense of hesitancy.
What also helps is that tingly little feeling everywhere her hands touch. He wouldn't mind more of that. And the fact that it sounds like it's about to rain. Is that her? Before he can ask that he instead focuses on the request she's made, which puts him away from her for a moment as he stands at full height and then reaches back to pull his shirt up and then off, tossing it who knows or cares where in the lab.
She's a fighter, just like him, but he's not enhanced or powered or lucky in life in that regard. When he goes into battle he often comes away with reminders. None as prominent as the patchwork netting of scars that sit in the center of his chest where the Arc Reactor used to be. The thing that kept him alive for so long, and at various times also the thing trying to kill him. It's not something he shows off so readily anymore, often feeling more comfortable under multiple layers but.
Who cares right now.
His hands caress up the length of her thighs and further to her hips, pulling her close again. Defined muscle at least worth being shown off for this, usually hidden underneath those aforementioned layers. Not really what a lot of people expect out of the guy who doesn't leave his lab a lot, but piloting the suit is a physically demanding thing, and he can't fall behind the others.]
Undress all the way? Not that I'm opposed. [He tips in to start mouthing more of those bites that got the better reactions from her at the base of her neck and the crook of her shoulder.] Just thought I'd- make it doubly worth your while- first- [Words falling between more kisses and nips along her collarbone and again on his way further down. It's her other breast he pays attention to this time, a drag of his tongue across, a less than light suction. Clearly on his way down unless she makes another request.]
[There he is. The scars don't faze her, she has a collection of her own as she doesn't possess a healing factor. None as vivid as those over his heart, which she'll pass her fingers over, but only briefly. A little because she doesn't want to call attention to it - but also because he's distracting her with hands on her thighs, her hips.]
[She half smiles at him as he comes close, steals a short kiss for however long he lingers near until he's trailing kisses lower again. Nothing for her to complain about, of course, as he's likely figured out by now. She prefers it rough. Tenderness can wait for if they ever do this again. For something that isn't fueled by Stark's alcohol.]
[Still, at his words, Ororo laughs quietly, running hands over his bare shoulders, down his arms. Her fingers tangle into his hair to press him to her breast when he pauses.]
This is fine, for now. I would assume that it might be wise to keep your pants on, when you're on your knees for me.
[To that end, she nudges him down further, and her hips follow along so she can sit closer to the edge of the work station surface. Is it cold? She doesn't notice. Give her a few more moments and she'll unintentionally mentally wrestle with whatever environmental control he has set up in here. When she gets into it, the humidity around her tends to spike.]
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What also helps is that tingly little feeling everywhere her hands touch. He wouldn't mind more of that. And the fact that it sounds like it's about to rain. Is that her? Before he can ask that he instead focuses on the request she's made, which puts him away from her for a moment as he stands at full height and then reaches back to pull his shirt up and then off, tossing it who knows or cares where in the lab.
She's a fighter, just like him, but he's not enhanced or powered or lucky in life in that regard. When he goes into battle he often comes away with reminders. None as prominent as the patchwork netting of scars that sit in the center of his chest where the Arc Reactor used to be. The thing that kept him alive for so long, and at various times also the thing trying to kill him. It's not something he shows off so readily anymore, often feeling more comfortable under multiple layers but.
Who cares right now.
His hands caress up the length of her thighs and further to her hips, pulling her close again. Defined muscle at least worth being shown off for this, usually hidden underneath those aforementioned layers. Not really what a lot of people expect out of the guy who doesn't leave his lab a lot, but piloting the suit is a physically demanding thing, and he can't fall behind the others.]
Undress all the way? Not that I'm opposed. [He tips in to start mouthing more of those bites that got the better reactions from her at the base of her neck and the crook of her shoulder.] Just thought I'd- make it doubly worth your while- first- [Words falling between more kisses and nips along her collarbone and again on his way further down. It's her other breast he pays attention to this time, a drag of his tongue across, a less than light suction. Clearly on his way down unless she makes another request.]
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[She half smiles at him as he comes close, steals a short kiss for however long he lingers near until he's trailing kisses lower again. Nothing for her to complain about, of course, as he's likely figured out by now. She prefers it rough. Tenderness can wait for if they ever do this again. For something that isn't fueled by Stark's alcohol.]
[Still, at his words, Ororo laughs quietly, running hands over his bare shoulders, down his arms. Her fingers tangle into his hair to press him to her breast when he pauses.]
This is fine, for now. I would assume that it might be wise to keep your pants on, when you're on your knees for me.
[To that end, she nudges him down further, and her hips follow along so she can sit closer to the edge of the work station surface. Is it cold? She doesn't notice. Give her a few more moments and she'll unintentionally mentally wrestle with whatever environmental control he has set up in here. When she gets into it, the humidity around her tends to spike.]