[ Cap is kind of ridiculously strong. And it might hurt, the way her back is arching into the wall, her shoulder-blades pressing against the plaster, but Tony is fucked up enough to like that — when his thrusts get more frantic she tightens her thighs, presses him closer, and it's actually really fucking unfortunate he doesn't last, like, twenty seconds longer, because that makes it twice now that he's interrupted an orgasm.
She whines, almost desperately, but there's not much she can do trapped between the wall and his chest.
And, she supposes, she can appreciate this too. ]
Holy shit. [ She's out of breath, and part of it, honestly, is the picture they must make. Dents in the wall, her shirt somewhere on the ground, her bra twisted up and over her breasts and digging into the skin between the arc reactor. She's still out of breath when she kisses him, hot and messy and open mouthed, and when she pulls away she's grinning ear to ear. ] That was hot.
[ Tony's not a tender person, but there is something softer about the way she threads a hand through his hair, almost thoughtful like all the anger's just melted away. Or, more accurately, doesn't matter right now. ]
FUCK YOU.
She whines, almost desperately, but there's not much she can do trapped between the wall and his chest.
And, she supposes, she can appreciate this too. ]
Holy shit. [ She's out of breath, and part of it, honestly, is the picture they must make. Dents in the wall, her shirt somewhere on the ground, her bra twisted up and over her breasts and digging into the skin between the arc reactor. She's still out of breath when she kisses him, hot and messy and open mouthed, and when she pulls away she's grinning ear to ear. ] That was hot.
[ Tony's not a tender person, but there is something softer about the way she threads a hand through his hair, almost thoughtful like all the anger's just melted away. Or, more accurately, doesn't matter right now. ]
I'm serious, how soon can you go again?