Would you hit that?

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You've seen her across the room a hundred times - oh, maybe it's him? - and for some reason you've always been too shy to say it... Or maybe it's a complete stranger and you're feeling kind of brave? Either way, you're compelled to let this person know that you'd hit it. You would so hit that.

Hell, if you don't, feel free to tell that person: no, I would not.

No guarantees can be made!

The Rules:

• Post with your character. Include name, series, and any preferences in the subject line.
• Other characters are gonna reply and confess whether or not they'd hit dat.
• Play out the reactions. Add in a setting! Take it to a room. Whatever you'd like.
• Tag around.
• Have fun and be excellent to each other!

Comments

[astrodork]

[ Jane laughs because, does she need to say it? No, really. Does she? ]

[thormidable]

[Yes, because he's taken it literally.]

[astrodork]

[ Alright, alright. This doesn't feel awkward in the slightest. The fact that he's going to misunderstand her, something Jane normally accounts for, is lost in her fluster. ]

I would. Yes. [ With the fury of the Gods. ]

[thormidable]

[He looks faintly amused and steps back before gesturing up towards his chest.]

Then have at me, lady of science. Though one blow from your fist is unlikely to dent my armor.

[astrodork]

[ And there it is. ]

No, that's not what I—it means I would like to have... relations, with you, in a— [ How old is she again. ] Sex, Thor.

[thormidable]

[Staring. Lots of staring. And maybe even a little dismay.] Human sex involves hitting? I do not know if I could bring myself to treat you in such a fashion, my lady.

[astrodork]

It doesn't. I mean, it can, but that's not the sort of thing I'm into. [ She clears her throat. ] No hitting.

[thormidable]

[He's gone from sparring to sex himself, but there's a very marked difference between aggressive foreplay and smacking someone around, but he holds no tolerance for the latter.

Jane's reactions are more interesting, anyway. He peers down at her, expression deliberately vague.]

What are you ... into? [If he parsed how to say that correctly.]

[astrodork]

[ She should have been absolutely meticulous with the topic. But this is honestly the best Jane can do right now, much to even more of her embarrassment. ]

Nothing. [ Re-phrase. She brought this on herself. ] Nothing outrageous, that is.

[thormidable]

[No argument here. Jane definitely brought this on herself by running over him twice before planting quite a kiss on him at the end of his three day hour tour.]

Will you tell me what you consider outrageous? [More questions? Check. Looming closer? Check.]

[astrodork]

Or what I don't? [ That would be easier. The diminutive brunette just doesn't have the strength for explaining the sort of kinks that aren't kosher. ]

I don't mind being handled with care. [ She chose to turn away from his looming self at that point, busying herself with the suddenly important task of rearranging a stack of folders. Yes, that'll do. ] But a domineering partner, so long as he knows when to stop, can be thrilling. I'm not against a little roughness.

[thormidable]

Acceptable. [Of course, his agreement comes with a step closer, peering over her shoulder at the papers that seem to attract all of her attention.]

I can carefully handle a woman. [Something he prides himself on, actually. Big guy, big ego, you know the drill. Although his personality is less self aggrandizing and more tempered these days.] And what is rough? To you.