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Shouldn't Consummate

The Shouldn't Consummate Meme

For all intents and purposes, the two of you are already together. Okay, at the very least, there's a spark, and it's been noticed. At the very most, perhaps there's been a love confession. Whatever it may be between you, love or lust, you've, oddly enough, not made the one plunge: you've yet to sleep together.

Why not? It's complicated. It always is. There's something that keeps you from making that full commitment to intimacy, and whether that comes from physical or mental blocks doesn't make too much difference. Tonight, though, you've decided to put all of it behind it. You're going to consummate your relationship, no matter what guilt or complication you may be left with.

This will work. It's worth it, at any rate.

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PROMPTS

PHYSICAL: There's too much risk in intimacy. You could lose control. You could hurt them. But you're biting back the worry, because you need this.
EMOTIONAL: One or both of you aren't emotionally ready. Steel yourselves now.
MORAL: They're taken. You're taken. They're too young. You took a vow. You're dedicated to other causes.

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[The real reason, right here.]

[Going to be Emotional with this one]

[Oh, probably become someone has some sort of moral issue.]

[How do you feel about Nat for this? If you don't mind, do you have any preferences for setup? If not I can just toss something together... maybe AU stuff a bit so he doesn't run off post-AoU?]

[I don't mind at all. And probably something involving them post-mission finding some time to themselves and letting temptation take them. And yes, au so he doesn't leave. They manage to talk somehow, or something?]

She's glad that he stays, even if she never quite tells that to Bruce, doesn't say the words. Instead, it's little looks, smiles stolen in between missions and the training sessions she runs, things saved just for him. It's easier for her; because lies are easy, but honesty is harder. She's far from incapable of it, when it's just the two of them and the four walls around them, but some things are easier to show than to say.

Things with him aren't easy, but you put two people like them together and only fools would think it would be. But they talk to each other when it counts, and they care about each other, and that gets them pretty far even on the bad days. And on the good days it almost feels easy, at least for a little while.

She knows sometimes this is hard on him, so after missions she makes sure to steal at least a few moments to themselves, sometimes longer. Tonight she offers him a bottle of water, a brief brush of her lips against his temple as fingers slide against his jaw with a sharp smile. She's rough around the edges right now, green eyes glinting even in the dim light, her heart racing as adrenaline still thrums in her veins. She has bruises and scrapes and her cheek streaked with proof of the fight, but she's not particularly concerned. She hardly ever scars (except for the Soviet-slug James Barnes put through her abdomen years ago). She knows that Steve will want to do a debriefing, especially with the new recruits on the team now, but he can wait.

Things are different these days. Some of it's good and some of it isn't. But, everything changed after Ultron. Tony left, Thor returned to Asgard, and Wanda and Rhodes joined the team. The Avengers got their own complex in central New York, and they're pretty much fully independent these days. No whispers from SHIELD, just Steve and that purpose of protecting the world, stamping out what's left of Hydra, dealing with abnormal threats that the rest of the world shouldn't have to.

"Hey," she says softly, finally breaking that strange hush that always falls when they pull away from the buzz of the rest of the team with a sly smile. "How you feeling, handsome?" Her tone playful, and the curve of her mouth a little flirtatious as she looks at him.

So much has happened, so many things have been crazy, and so many battles have been fought, and mostly won. Bruce has taken to living in the compound with the others, no longer being near where he helped build Ultron, afraid the cult of personality that was Tony Stark would sweep him up again. And that he would forget the lessons of the past again.

Instead, he lived in the compound, working on upgrading equipment and on being a live-in doctor, and sometimes when he went on missions, it was just for that, now. Especially with Natasha around, it made it easier. They talked, and sometimes, they just worked together, and he discovered that she was as deft an assistant at science and medicine as she was a warrior.

Tonight... tonight was bad. Robots near civilians, and the Hulk had to come out and... in the aftermath, in the pale light of a lamp in the compound, deliberately turned low, he took the bottle of water and drank it down, mostly all at once. He was always dehydrated after being the Other Guy, and tonight was no difference. But her... her scent, and her presence, and that rough look in her eyes, all made him sit up a little more, and he felt a surge of Adrenalin himself. And not a bad surge either. Somewhere deep, the other guy stirred, but not to come out, to simply approve.

"Hey, yourself." He was covered by a very large blanket, and little else, at the moment. Remnant from changing back only to find the compartment holding his clothing in the jet had been damaged. But he wasn't cold, especially now that she was here. At her words, a small smile played over his lips.

"Better every moment, now that you're here." And it was true. She gave him a shot of confidence, and of hope. They had worked past a hard day together, and he had not run, and it felt good to know that. And, well, that look in her eyes when she look at him, that didn't hurt either. "How're you feeling, oh deadly and beautiful?" Bruce had called her that once, and it had stuck in his mind, Not because he saw her as a weapon, but because he found both her normal beauty and her deadliness both... gorgeous and appealing. And arousing.

Natasha liked having Bruce at the compound, she liked that with Wanda and Warmachine and Falcon, it gave him some space when it came to missions. Sometimes they still needed the Other Guy, but not always. It wasn't like before, where every mission involved him turning green, even when they didn't necessarily need the added firepower. There was space for him to just be a doctor, and honestly she liked working with him together back at the complex, listening to him talk about things he enjoys. But that's not how it plays out tonight.

Some of the robots break the perimeter, and no one else can get there in time, and that's why he's mostly naked with a blanket around his shoulders, and why she's making sure that he's okay. She's always keyed up after a mission, that exhilaration that lingers even when the fight ends. She looks at him with a smile as he says that he's better now that she's here and there's a soft laugh that drips from her lips. "Oh, aren't you a sweet talker tonight," she murmurs with a lopsided curl of her red lips. There's part of her that wants to pin him to a wall and kiss him breathless, but she has more self-control than that. For now, anyway.

He was still here, and she doesn't take that for granted. She grins as he calls her deadly and beautiful. It's maybe the things that are the easiest to see about her, but it's different when it comes from him, because he knows her better than just the surface, because he's seen her in a fight, even if that's not always honest. Always some things about herself she's still hiding and some day, maybe she'll tell him more. "I'm good." A little bruised, and a few scrapes, but those would heal, most of them before the night was through. "Reports say there's no civilian casualties," she comments, letting her fingers slide up his jaw to curl in the dark of his hair. It might not have been a good night, but it was a win. One of those nights where they took out the bad guys and no one paid the price.

Normally, she doesn't like to push him until she's sure that he's settled, but there's that adrenaline running through her and she can't resist just a little. She drags her cheek against his jaw and presses a kiss against his mouth, keeping it light, but she lets it linger a breath or two, eyelashes fluttering over her green eyes. She never treats him like she thinks he might hurt her. She wants him to feel comfortable, but she doesn't treat him like a monster. Even with the Hulk, she's careful, but not afraid. Maybe that makes her reckless; it wouldn't be the first time.

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Gerome had watched quietly from the shadows as he was apt to do, as almost everyone knew. The masked rider worked hard to keep a careful detachment from the Shepherds and only kept a rapport of any noticeable degree with two from his own time.

He was there with one now. A meeting had ended, and he waited till the last. It wasn't the most uncommon occurrence; he spoke with her quietly to voice what opinions he had to offer after the fact, but never during when it might provoke thought from the gathered number.

The air around him was all the more unwelcoming than usual and seemed ready to physically deflect anyone that tried to interrupt this day as he walked with her to a private corner of the camp, also nothing out of the ordinary. Many assumed he disliked eavesdroppers during his few words he did share with anyone.

Rather though, today was the eve of an important battle and he wrestled with a silent ache in his chest that he yearned to share with someone he could very well not see again. It was one of the most selfish things he could to ask for her time in this crucial moment, and yet he had anyway.

Lucina was feeling a bit worried over just how tense he was being, she considered him to be very dear to her considering they confessed that they had loved and admired each other since childhood. She had followed him wordlessly, it was useless to say more than what was needed with him so she would let him be the first to speak instead of worry and babble uselessly to him.

They found the private corner rather quickly, most everyone was busy away from the group so it made for a very silent area as well. The princess turned to regard him, openly curious as to what seemed to be on his mind.

He took a token look around; almost as focused as he was during a battle.

Keeping his wits together barely, even with the aid his mask usually gave him in such matters, he took one of her hands silently. His lips parted briefly though no sound was produced. His brows cinched with effort and yielded nothing. Instead he cleared his throat.

"Lucina..."

He began slowly and haltingly. "We've a serious battle on the morrow's dawn." This fact was all too obvious to the both of them that it didn't even need acknowledgement, yet his statement of it went with his pragmatic nature.

"I fear I won't see you again." He continued, finally, reaching for words he knew he had not the ability to pass through his lips. Instead, he leaned and kissed her on the lips lightly.

"I..." He trailed off again after.

To see him so concerned, it warmed and worried her heart all the same. Stressing just how important the upcoming battle was to their future.

Yet his kiss seemed to say worlds of words to her, stated his love, his worry, his devotion. It seemed to pass all too brief, leaving her craving a bit more of his seldom affection.

Blue eyes gazed unwavering at him. While he wasn't one for many words, she wasn't the type to put them in his mouth either

"I've..."

He trailed off into one of his meaningful silences again. Sometimes he felt words weren't needed with her; how else could their union seem so deep and profound? Instead though, the masked rider squeezed her hand.

"Lucina, I've nothing to my name. I may not see you after tomorrow, and I'd give you something to remember me by, if I may." These words sounded Foreign to Gerome. Perhaps part of the role played by the mask he showed the world. It was the role that helped him fight, to be that silent guardian he'd been to her all the time ever since he could wield his first axe. That role seemed ill-fitting for the part of the lover though; a being forged purely by combat to be the sword by her side when she couldn't have the strength to cut down those that opposed her. Yes, that role had little place here.

"...Do not think me vulgar, though. I wouldn't taint our love by asking you to lay with a craven such as I." Even now he had yet to remove that mask.

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