bakerstreet | THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME

THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME

THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME
not an alpha/beta/omega meme

There's no need for elaborate backstories for this AU. You go into heat, rut, whatever you'd like to call it. You've always done so since you were of age to do so. It's a socially accepted norm, and people have gotten used to the difficulties that come with the mating seasons. Life goes on.

Isn't this alpha/beta/omega, then? No, not at all. In this meme, there are no gender-variant genitalia unless your character comes prepackaged with those. No giant cocks - again, unless your character is already packing - or self-lubricating assholes or anal wombs, and no knotting. Unless that's your thing. There's also no set in stone roles with regards to dominance and submission, and some people do not even feel the inclination towards either. Still, there are a few similarities, mainly being that the pheromones of others can put someone into heat that was not in it before and the bond between mates. In addition, some humans/human-stand-ins have created packlike dynamics in response, but this is not universal.

In this meme, it's just regular old human...oids feeling the urge for sex. And by "urge," we of course mean all-consuming drive. If characters choose to ignore that urge, it will backfire on them. The more they put it off, the more they will lose their control, becoming more irritable and aggressive, and eventually be nothing but a rutting animal until the need to mate is satisfied. Not all heats call for mating, of course, and most people can just relieve themselves, but when you do mate, you feel the urge to stay by their side and essentially "nest." These desires don't always pan out into offspring, and mating isn't forever unless it's mutually decided upon. However, impregnating your mate is said to be one of the most euphoric experiences a person can have, even if some people only mate because they want to utterly possess someone, as mates are bonded for a while.

If there's anything that's to your fancy that's been left out, go ahead and add it in. Play it how you'd like!

HOW TO PLAY

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PROMPTS

first heat: Baby's first heat. YOU'RE A TEENAGER/LATE BLOOMER AND WHAT IS THIS?

old hand: You've done this a million times, but it never gets any easier.

happen to be here: You're not picky. You can't afford to be. You'll take anybody who's nearby.

old faithful: You're going to the person you always go to in order to relieve your problem.

worked something out: The two of you aren't involved. You just help each other out.

unexpected: You never expected to rut with this person, but here you are.

forbidden: AKA the obligatory incest or age difference option.

volunteer: You've offered yourself up out of the kindness of your heart.

tribute: This isn't your offer. You're the offer from others, a gift for someone powerful to sate their appetite.

mating: You've decided to go one step further and make your relationship deeper.

nesting: Aaah, (temporary) domestic bliss. And lots of fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Like, you'll barely be able to stand.

bonding: The bond, which is mildly psychic and intensely physical, makes sex even more intense.

the natural conclusion: Heat calls for pregnancy. Get someone pregnant.

already pregnant: Unfortunately, being knocked up doesn't abate your partner's desires. Or yours.

mates for life: Now you're absolutely certain that you want to be with no one else. Of course, this means you'll be in synch with their heat for the rest of forever.

save you: You've been saved from the advances of an undesired mate by someone who may be much more suited. Show your gratitude?

cockfight: Two people want the same mate. That won't do. There are ways to figure that out, not always involving fists.

increase in dominance: Exactly what it says.

increase in submission: Again, exactly what it says.

unexpected dominance: No one expects you to ever be dominant. Prove them wrong.

protect: You want to protect your mate from others, and that means putting your scent all over them.

set off by someone else: You were doing fine until you got a whiff of someone else's pheromones.

resisting temptation: Your heart belongs to someone. You want to stay out of this "heat" thing. You want to rise above it. Whatever it may be, you just have to not take the bait. Easier said than done.

all worked up: You're beginning to lose control and yourself. Quick, do something before you're jumping anything that moves.

pack: As mentioned prior, some people, especially those far out from civilization proper, have formed packs that hold to the more traditional alpha structure. Of course, these packs come with their own rules when it comes to heat and mating.

suitable partner: The desire for certain mates can come from a subconscious level, and you can find yourself aroused by someone showing how strong they are (they can protect you), how curvaceous they look (that must mean they're fertile), or any other number of traits that can benefit you.

desperation: You'll take anyone! Anything!

final release: You've reached your breaking point and your mindless. At least you'll get relief.

fighter: Part of your process is seeing who's worthy of you by testing their mettle. That, or you want to fight anything.

off your meds: It's fairly rare, but some can get blockers for their heat. What if those blockers run out? Why, it makes your heat ten times worse!

noncon: They don't want this. You don't want to stop this.

dubcon: You say no, but your body says yes and you can't stop loving it.

calm you down: Whether it's to fuck or to fight, you're going mad, and they have to bring you back down to Earth.

territorial: How dare someone look at what belongs to you? You'll have to make things right.

odd man out: For some reason, you don't go into heat. Never have. Being with you is pretty relaxing, and some find it appealing to not have to deal with pheromones that aren't theirs. You do have to learn how to appreciate their problems, though.

WILDCARD

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[Carolina doesn't do relationships. She works. She lives, breathes, and sometimes even dreams S.H.I.E.L.D. Every day she gets in early and leaves late, devoted not only to the work she does, but the legacy her father is already building. He's known in S.H.I.E.L.D. Respected. People follow his orders without question. She spends every day trying to prove to everyone that she's earned her place there, pouring all of her energy into being the best and never faltering.

For that reason, it gives her no end of frustration that there are times the demands of her body outweigh any attempt to keep her nose to the grindstone and all of her focus on the job.

She feels the heat coming on in the early afternoon. It manifests in restless feelings that slowly intensify as she sits through post-mission briefings. She shifts in her chair, tries not to tap her fingers on the table or excuse herself to the bathroom. After all, her life is ordered, tightly controlled, and she'll deal with these urges when she's damn well ready. She will deal with them, however, if only for the fact that she can't and won't let it get in the way of her job.

Carolina doesn't do relationships, but she does text Rumlow, who she has a standing arrangement with for times like these. Sometimes she scratches his back, sometimes he scratches hers, and they're always discreet.]

It's one of those nights. You free?

[Brock lived for many things, advancing his cause subtly being one of them. He was a practiced man any many things and not all of them involved weapons, tactics and filling out the horrible amounts of paperwork that came with being apart of a government organization. He was generally well-liked, known to be hard about his own training. He asked no one to do something he himself wasn't willing to do, but he also could be a hard-ass. He rubbed elbows with the right people, he went out for drinks with the guys, he pretended to like sports and hunting.

He had dedicated his life to something completely different though and most of his efforts went to that at all times. Being a fabulous actor helped with that, and he blamed his early life for mastering those skills out of necessity but used them exclusively.

He also didn't do relationships. He never let anyone that close, never trusted quite that much, but there was always matters of convenience. He was a man after all and men had needs; he also had to keep up the helpful appearance he liked to flip around when necessary.

Carolina's text didn't surprise him, as he'd not only sensed her mood but watched her most of the day. He expected a message at some point, and he didn't mind at all. She was someone to use, but she was also one of the few who wanted a no-strings-attached arrangement. That was his kind of thing.]

For you, anytime. Come over.

On my way.

[They've been through the motions enough that Carolina doesn't really feel awkward about bothering him for this. It's not like he doesn't get anything out of the situation, it's not like he hasn't made the same calls and texts to her. The awkwardness has passed and what's left is a mutually beneficial relationship in which everyone gets what they want without any extra responsibilities.

She doesn't have to bring wine to give things the semblance of romance. She doesn't have to engage in small talk to fill the silence. She doesn't have to remember birthdays, get gifts for holidays, or have awkward conversations about "where this is going."

All she has to do is show up, which she does directly after her shift. Having grabbed her overnight duffel from her car, she heads to his door and knocks briskly. It's sort of a wonder she's managed to make it through the day without breaking. It's one of those times when her clothes feel too thick, too constricting. The fabric rubs her skin in a way that perhaps doesn't stimulate but certainly doesn't go unnoticed with larger movements. Working out in the afternoon only relieved some of the pressure, and the cold shower had at most kept her from trying to help herself.

Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she waits for him to answer door and tries not to fuss with things as she does. She doesn't reach up to fool with her long hair in its pony tail, doesn't fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, and manages to keep her fidgeting down to a mere tapping of her fingers against her opposite arm.]

[They had done this far too many times for it to feel weird, and he really wasn't opposed to this kind of arrangement when it was for their mutual benefit. Besides, she probably needed to get laid more often with how much time she spent at the office and probably the only reason she did was because her body demanded it from time-to-time. No doubt it put a damper in her workaholic schedule. Had to impress dear old dad.

He moved around his apartment putting away the breakable things just in case they never made it to the bedroom, which was entirely possible. His floor was generally the first victim of their tumbles, but he was a naturally clean and orderly person. He just removed the breakables and put them somewhere unlikely for them the grapple each other two.

At the knock on his door, he made certain to make her wait a few extra minutes like he was somewhere else in the apartment rather than going through his texts on his couch in nothing more than his trousers. Once he figured she'd waited enough to be shifting, he rose and walked to the door, pulling it open and stepping aside to let her in quickly.]

You smell like a perfume factory, 'Lina. Someone waited a bit long, huh?

[Carolina gives the illusion of patience in not knocking on the door a second time for a full minute. She didn't give him much notice and for all she knows he's clearing the main rooms and anything that could get wrecked on the way to the bedroom. But after another minute passes she starts to grow impatient. She knocks again. If she had a car horn right then she'd seriously consider just leaning on it.

By the time the door finally opens the anticipation has been a little too much to bear. One of her hands trembles slightly (one of the main reasons she doesn't go on missions without taking care of this) and she rushes across the threshold, letting out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding on the way.]

Yeah, well I didn't have a choice, didn't even notice anything until well after I got to work and--

[She breaks off upon turning to face him. It's not like she hasn't seen him bare chested before, it's not like she hasn't seen him buck naked even, but biology is working against her control and focus, and seeing him there half-dressed and within arms reach prompts a hard, visceral reaction. She swallows, wets her lips with a quick flick of her tongue and drops her duffel to the ground.]

--by then there just wasn't time.

[In an organization full of secret agents, she is not grabbing a quickie at work. Carolina reaches up and yanks her jacket off her shoulders, and drops it to the ground. Her shirt is next, neatly tucked into her pants one moment and a wrinkled mess next to her jacket in the next. She manages to get as far as getting her pants unbuttoned before she's hit with another gut-clenching wave of need and some of her tightly held control falters. Craving the feel of warm skin against skin, Carolina reaches for him. Her hands move for his arms, his chest, moving in close to try and press him tight against the door and her lips to his.]

[There was something amusing about seeing a composed woman in a flap like that, and while her smell filled his head pleasantly and made him hard just being in the same room as her, he was a master at keeping his composure until he deemed the advantage thoroughly in his court and then he'd let slip his own needs. It was generally all about him anyway.

Once she was in, he shut the door softly and locked it because there was no need to get disturbed while this was going down. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and allowed his eyes to crawl over her just so she can see him doing it as much as for himself to get a good show.]

You could have found me at work and ended this before it got so bad.

[She wouldn't have even if she was dying, honestly. Work was work, and they kept things very discrete around one another always. They had a working relationship, and no one knew that when she cycled that he snogged her brains out. Oh the scandal at work if that ever came to light... it was as delicious as seeing her in such a state.

Her desperation was hot as hell, and he dropped his arms down to his sides again at her flurry of stripping and caught her arms when she charged at him like some kind of horny rhino, his hands catching her hips and curving around to squeeze her clothed ass as he pulled her tight against his body, letting the bulge of his clothed erection do the talking about his interest in this matter. He stepped back, letting the door find his back and shoved her pants down her thighs as her kissed her hard and with enough nipping teeth to encourage a sense of desperate roughness.]

[It's hard not to respond to his comment with a frustrated noise. He knows very well she couldn't have found him at work. There was no place to go that didn't have cameras, the only blind spots were in public, and anyone could put two and two together if they were seen leaving together or at the same time without an assignment to prompt their absence.

What would her father think if he found out? Fraternizing, sneaking around, and for sex no less?

It's impossible to make the time to argue about it, to explain again why she won't do this at work. Granted, Carolina doesn't try very hard to get a word in because if she did, she might have to admit that it's stubbornness that keeps her from finding him sooner, not wanting to be subject to the cycles of her body. Getting into a debate opens herself up to other arguments, to him perhaps learning that part of her stubborn refusal to engage in workplace quickies stems from her attempt to hide that she wants him between these peak points. Having him at work would just prove to be that much more of a temptation all the time if she did it even once.

These thoughts flit through her mind and are banished quickly after. The feel of his hands on her arms, on her ass pull her focus back to the here and now. She grinds up against him with a desperate noise, feeling him hard against her and finding the sensation tantalizing and unsatisfying all at once. It feels like a victory that he lets her press him back against the door, so much so that she nips back at his lips and slips her tongue between them with an entirely undisguised neediness. Her body rubs up against him once more as he works her pants down, and Carolina responds by slipping one of her hands up his neck to cup just behind his head. There isn't much hair for her to grasp, but she finds what she can and tightens her fingers in it as she gasps for breath against his mouth.

Faced with a choice between getting her pants off first or his, Carolina chooses his. Hand working in quick, sharp jerks, she fumbles between them to get his unfastened and down over his hips so at the very least she can slide her hand inside them.]

[Brock had watched her enough to know a bit about her, aside from work ethic and who her daddy happened to be. Neither of them were the type to get attached, but there were plenty on STRIKE in particular that would give out meaningless no-strings sex if she made it clear. However, she came to him, always. If his calender was marked with symbols about her cycles, no one would know but him.

Clearly, he was her favourite. And why not? He was the best of the best anyway and why would someone of her caliber suffer for anything less? She might even do that silly womanly attachment thing but spend all their time apart denying it, a thought that had amused him on more than one night laying alone in bed.

He growled a soft throaty noise at her when she ground against him in return, loving and hating the pain of still being this aroused and clothed. He enjoyed her desperation more though as his hands force her pants down her thigh, and he had enough sense to lift a foot to catch the material and force it all the way down to her feet so it was no longer in his way of letting his hands grab her ass and massage the warm flesh roughly. He parted his lips, letting her think she had control of anything, but his tongue was there to meet and battle hers with a hot passion as he tasted her in his mouth.

He issued a groan when her hands tore at his pants, pressing his hips towards her before he released a throat chuckle at her fumbling.] Eager? [He dropped his hands to help force the material off of his hips and stepped out of them as soon as they hit the floor. He then immediately moved to twist away from the door and slam her against it instead.]

[The use of his foot to push her pants down the rest of the way draws a low chuckle from Carolina's throat, but it doesn't last because all too soon she feels his hands at her ass and that firm squeeze urges her forward again. Groaning, feeling heat coil low in her belly, she resumes working at his pants. The added assistance gives her a chance to try and put enough space between them to get her hand down, to wrap her fingers around him--]

You weren't the one waiting all day.

[--but there's just not enough time. The pants are down and off, leaving him bare and her down to her bra, and before she can stroke even so much as a finger over him he's away from the door. If it weren't for the heat making her sloppy, he never would have gotten around her so easily, but her hormones make it hard for her to focus. She doesn't spot the little tells he makes before he moves, doesn't keep herself alert enough to respond quickly enough to counter anything.

Her shoulders hit the door hard, leaving her dazed for a split second. Another time and place, another situation like a sparring session, she'd push him back and fight for the upper hand. But this is the time when she gives a little bit, lets him take the reins and lets a little more of her restraint slip. Wetting her lips, she reaches for him, hands splaying over his hips before she drags them up his body. One stays a his front as the other shifts back, reaching high on his shoulder so she can set her nails into his skin.

She wants to see what he'll do this time around before she tries to wrestle him to the floor.]

And whose fault is that, huh? I know a great spot down in the parking lot.

[He didn't actually make a go for her bra if only to annoy her a bit because her impatience amused the hell out of him even if he would have liked to feel her soft breasts on his chest. That could come later, since it was going to be a long night. He had enough restraint to find his amusement won out over the need to always get what he knew he would earn soon enough. Besides, the important parts were exposed.

He expected a fight for the neat little flip around, but apparently her hard-assed female pride was drowned enough in hormones that she put up little resistance. He leaned in when her shoulders touched down on the door, kissing her lips with bruising force as he dropped his hands down so that he could caress along her ribs and sides and then to gentle swell of her hips. He hissed in pleasure at the bite of her nails before his hands curl under her thighs and he suddenly moved to hike her up the door and slipping his hips under hers so she could perch on them.]

[She almost snarls in response. It's bad enough to have to force herself through the day like this, hard enough to resist the temptation, but he just has to needle her a bit doesn't he? He knows she won't do it, and the reminder of her frustrating wait serves no purpose but to push her buttons. It doesn't take a genius to know what he's doing, and as much as she hates it, she can't deny at least to herself that it feels good to feel anger and to not have to hold it back.

Carolina bites his lower lip, just shy of breaking skin, and thrusts her tongue into his mouth, determined to push back and reassert herself at least as an equal. It's a bit of an uphill battle, considering all things. She's the one that came to him. She's the one who can't control her reactions, especially when his hands skim down her sides and make her tremble so damn obviously. She's the one that didn't fight really at all when he pushed her back against the door because in that instant she wanted satisfaction more than to try to keep the upper hand.

As he pulls at her thighs, hauls her up, Carolina tells herself later, later she'll swing things back around. After she's wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, after she's dragged her nails over his shoulders again and felt him pressed hard inside her the way she's been thinking about all day, she'll switch things up. Assuming, of course, he doesn't choose to take advantage of this position to hold off, to draw it out and drive her crazier. She wouldn't put it past him, which is in part why she does try to position herself in just the right place over him to sink down.]

[It was nicer when she was snarling and chasing cars around, so to speak. He liked it when she was forced to let loose and not be a complete nut for the rules, staying late and being obtuse sometimes. Maybe he just liked to see someone reduced to this level of animalistic bullshit. It helped that the idea all this shit burned her really turned him on too.

He hissed at the bite, but it felt too good to really resist as he parted his teeth when her tongue pushed into his mouth. He made a good show of sucking on her tongue noisily as his own tongue flicked teasingly against hers, and he had no real intentions of giving up control to her again in position or otherwise. She had come to him after all.

He flexed his shoulders under the weight of her arms, kissing her harder so he could push her head right back against the door as he did exactly what she thought that he would. He teased her mercilessly, keeping a hold on her thighs so she couldn't sink or dip too far before he could shift himself away only to come back and rub himself against her again in a teasing way. Of course, he also gave her no warning between teasing and entering her either, and that was the way he played their little game.]

[It gives her a sharp flash of pleasure to feel him react to the bite, to hear him hiss. They're both so damned arrogant, and while it's easy for him to get reactions out of her when she's like this, the reverse is not always true. So that little response, feeling him hard under her, all of it goes a way to stroking her sense of pride.

It's also the only thing that gives her any sense of patience as he teases her. She's too far gone not to be obvious about how she feels, to hide her desperation when she feels the head of him rubbing against her lips or frustration when he pulls away every time she tries to press him inside. Her nails press sharply into his skin in warning, teeth edging out toward his upper lip a moment before he finally thrusts up into her. Fingers tightening, she groans immediately, gratitude embarrassingly obvious in that sound.

The grip of her legs adjusts and tightens once more as soon as he's inside, hoping to use the strength of her own muscles from keeping him from pulling out too far to tease her once more. Making another muffled sound against his mouth, Carolina pulls up enough to gasp for breath, leaving her head pressed to the door. She looks at him through half-lowered lids before pressing her cheek to his, working her way to the long line of his neck.]

More, just like that.

[Her desperation was very lovely, probably would attract a better sort of man than him if she bothered to pay any attention. She didn't, and so here she was pressed against his front door and needing to have some relief with nothing in the way of regret. Oh well, maybe when she pulled her head out of her own ass, she could get a man who might actually give a shit.

He pressed his shoulders into her nails, thoroughly enjoying the sharp pain to go with his many pleasures, and there's nothing quite like the pathetic embarrassment that comes with such a union. It almost made him feel dirty, but he was going to shower after this regardless, so he could just get dirty.

He decided against being a complete asshole and teasing her. Instead, he thrust up against her with long filling strokes, pressing her harder into his door so it rattled in its frame. He hoped his neighbours were home, as he groaned as his breath picked up, his arms still supporting her thighs regardless of where she tightened them. He could be a gentleman, but he wasn't wearing a condom, so he really wasn't one.]

Yeah, I'll give you want you need.

[Carolina's not so dumb as to go without birth control, especially when the person she goes to during these times is part of a no-strings-attached situation. She doesn't want kids, she doesn't want strings. He may think she could do better, and she knows she could, but the fact is that she doesn't come to him because she wants a fake romance with sex.

Shuddering against the door, she's happier knowing that this is just what it is. She cares more about the muscles under her fingertips and the thrust of him between her thighs when she needs it most than whether or not she can stand to be around him outside of work. This, the feel of sweat beading at her temples and heat rising to her skin, his arms tight under her legs and hers locked at his shoulders.

Letting him set the pace for now, Carolina drags her nails slightly over his skin as she times the clenching of her muscles with each thrust. She leans in, breathing hard against his neck before she flicks her tongue just under his ear. Her teeth latch onto the lobe during a particularly hard thrust and she almost growls in response. Legs tightening, she tries to hold him inside her a moment before easing up once more. Already she can feel her climax building inside her, the speed a product of the cycle more than anything, and she just needs one last push to get her over the edge...]

[He liked the sound of the door rattling a little in the frame since it really set the mood for this whole hurried affair. Of course, having her pinned up against it was just as good as listening to it, and her own sounds were like music to his ears after a long day of work. There really was nothing quite like random sex he didn't have to get more than physically involved in.

He hissed in pleasure at the bite of her nails, enjoying the mix of pain with his pleasure. His pace sped up as he too started to get closer, a cocky smirk on his lips when her teeth found his ear. She was such a naughty thing when she wanted to be; too bad there was such a huge stick of her ass otherwise. His hands tightened on her sides as he pounded into her, panting and holding in any sort of cussing that he might have considered.

He suddenly pressed his chest against her own, pinning her to the door and giving her a few more hard thrusts before he found his climax inside of her, a throaty groan leaving him in response.]

[That's it, those last, hard thrusts are what finally get her the release she's been craving all day. Nails digging in hard into his shoulders, teeth biting into the side of his neck between a muttered litany of "fuck, fuck, oh fuck yes," she finally comes, shuddering hard between him and the door. Carolina clenches tight around him as she rides it out, teeth releasing him only moments after biting down with a harsh gasp for breath.

For the first time all day it feels as if she's finally taken some of the edge of this thing. She may be out of breath and a little dazed in a post-climax state, but she can still think a little more clearly now than she could when she first arrived. Carefully relaxing her fingers, she eases up on his shoulders, wets her lips, and shifts her hold to drape her arms straight across them instead.]

God, I needed that.

[Biological needs are a thing, it doesn't hurt her pride to admit that aloud. A shiver runs up her spine as she shifts slightly, legs moving just enough to give him the unspoken cue that she's ready to stand again.]

Tell me you've got another round or two in you tonight.

[While he prioritizes his own climax over her own, he still can't help but enjoy it when she goes down that road for him. She had a nice orgasm face, but it was more all that dirty swearing and gnawing on his neck that had him shuddering in pleasure. There was just something about a workaholic letting go that made his toes curl so pleasantly, and he was by now used to the fact that her biology ruled her in times like these.

He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, panting and taking everything he could from his orgasm before it all ebbed away to leave them a sweaty mess against the door of his place. He shifted his head and smirked at her, leering at her words.]

About the only time you let loose, woman.

[He shifted his arms so that he could slide his hands up over her ass and then to the small of her back. It released her legs so she could put them back on the floor as he withdrew and then stepped away, rubbing the back of his sweaty hair with a hand. Yet, he had to snort at her words.]

Only for you, babe.

[Carolina was fine standing there for a moment. Breathing almost as hard as him, she could use a moment to let her arms and legs relax a bit before getting into it again. Days like this were like a series of sprints but ultimately like a marathon. She focuses on his face when he pulls away, that self-satisfied expression and just barely keeps herself from rolling her eyes.

Which is probably for the best because he slides his hands over her ass and she leans heavily against the door with a sigh. They're sort of a mess but she doesn't care now. She's used to working up a sweat and prefers the benefits of this sort of work-out a lot more. Watching him step back, Carolina moves forward and side-steps around him into the room. Her clothes are a mess on the floor but she's not self-conscious and there's no point in getting dressed when she's just going to need to get undressed again.]

Glad to hear it. You need a breather?

[Because while she could probably wait another thirty, forty minutes before getting back to it, sometimes she just wants to run this cycle hard and fast. Less lulls, less chance of awkwardness or bickering.]

[The pleasant tingle of post-sex glow was something that he enjoyed just as much as the sex itself. He stretched his arms above his head, little cracks from his spine as he settled his joints back into place comfortably. He padded off towards the kitchen, grabbing two cans of beer out of the fridge and tossing one at her from the doorway of the kitchen. He cracked his open without blinking an eye at the idea that he needed a breather.

God, he was forty, not dead. It was almost an insult to ask.

So he made her wait while he took a long sip from his beer. He eyed her as he eyed a prize gun he was planning on firing in the very near future before leaning on the frame of the doorway.]

If you chug that here and now, I will nail you to whatever you want, babe.

[Carolina catches the can of beer one-handed, spares a glance for what brand he's got this time around, then pops it open.

She's not so absorbed that she misses his non-reaction to her question, or the way that slow heat slips into his gaze as he watches her. Holding his gaze, Carolina takes a long, slow drink of her beer as well and debates that offer. Having already been nailed against the door it's tempting to take it as it is, but Carolina has something else in mind for round two.

She chugs the beer all the same, which for some reason always tastes a hell of a lot better after sex than it ever does in the bars, and sets the empty can aside. It's with a lift of her chin as she stands in the open space of that room that she throws him a smile that's all challenge.]

If you chug yours here and now I'll let you try.

[This time around she wants to be on top but it's not going to be nearly as satisfying unless she gets him down to the floor herself first.]

[He continued to watch her as he drank down part of his beer, savouring the taste as much as the after glow of sex, which he knew would be happening again very soon. Nothing could keep a workaholic down from just getting the job down as quickly and effectively as possible. Someone should probably just give her a raise, though she was going to get a pretty good one out of him soon enough.

He raised an eyebrow at her challenge though, still leaning on the door to his kitchen. Ugh, she knew how to get a man with that smile, he'd give her that. There was nothing quite like wanting to pound the shit out of her like being challenged, and he smirked before chugging own the rest of his beer and setting the empty can neatly inside the kitchen again.]

It's amazing no one realizes how fun you actually be.

[He pushed off the door and padded over towards her, his shoulders slowly tightening to show his readiness for a fight. Their breather was over after all.]

[Carolina may not be the kind of coworker to go out for beers with people after a shift, but that wasn't always the case. Before S.H.I.E.L.D. she would, before she became an agent she wasn't quite the workaholic that she is now. These days she's too driven to remember that often, however. Here, with these one-off things with him she slips a little bit back to that woman she was before.

So yes, she drinks her beer and chugs it like a champ. Yes, she challenges him and yes, her face even breaks to show a smile. Hell, she even lets herself lick her lips as he approaches as what might be a familiar predatory attitude begins to shine through in her expression and body language.]

Not many people have fun the way I do.

[She attacks first, lashing out with a left-handed jab to try and distract him, one she expects he'll block before following quickly with her right hand. The moment she gets an opening she'll try to sweep her leg under him to get him down to the floor but for now she tries to keep his attention on her hands.]

Most people still have lives after work. You just have work after work. They say being a workaholic is bad for overall morale.

[He approached her, aware that he had the advantage of being stronger, which inherently came with being a man. He had also sparred with her more than a few times to know what she was probably about, and he was expecting that she was a bit sore about him topping her. He assumed that meant she wanted to lay him out on his back to have her wicked horny way with him.

That was something he was perfectly fine with, but there was nothing quite as entertaining as sparring a woman in heat.

He raised his right hand to push aside her jab and snapping his left across to bat aside her other. He purposefully took a step back to, hoping to force her to over-extend her balance so he could take advantage of it. He was still content to let her do the work and fight him while he just defended himself though.]

[The heat ought to distract her. It ought to be something where even satisfied in part, it's too strong for her to keep her focus. The thing is, Carolina uses that intensity to keep her alert, tightly coiled. She almost takes the bait and lets him draw her forward too much, enough that no doubt he can see her start to lean in, but she draws back just as quickly, a sharp movement to regain her sense of balance before moving forward on her toes.]

My life is fine, my morale is fine.

[She goes at him again, this time punching low, following up high again to try and force him on the defense with a flurry of punches. Giving him a tight, fierce smile she follows up:]

And you can't tell me that you think book clubs and drinks with the "girls" is more fun than wrecking someone on the mats.

[Which is when she tries to make a move, lunging forward with a kick to try and push him into jump back so she can sweep her leg under him.]

THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME

Sorry for the delay, Pre-TWS 5 work for you?

Sure to both

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Sorry for the delay

no worries, haven't been doing tags all weekend anyway |D

Good, then I don't feel bad XD

/o/ yes, this is a thread of no regrets!

Well my muse regrets absolutely nothing, so it's fair

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Forever and ever later...

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