[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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[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.]