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comesfrompain) wrote2017-03-01 08:23 am
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[Another quiet laugh comes from Rumlow at Kenzi's comment. He likes that she can still joke, that this can be fun beyond just feeling good (and how). Speaking of -- Kenzi starts to pull his hair and Rumlow just groans. She draws his head back for a kiss and he just drowns in it, or drowns her in it. Either way, it's hot and heavy between them, pressed so close.
He's got Kenzi folded in half practically, and she's making him hiss every time those nails bite into skin or scalp. Makes him want to fuck her harder, make her shout again. He pants as he breaks away to catch his breath, looking into her eyes again, liking how easy it is to get lost in them.]
Wanna turn things up a notch, think you can handle it?
[Rumlow asks, giving her another little kiss as encouragement. He can keep it slow if she needs, but damn if he doesn't want to see how much more she can take. Wants to make her come, just from how rough it is, and the position he's got in mind is sure to help.
He sinks in deep, eyes flicking down to look at the dark space between them. He can make out the outline of his cock, disappearing into her body and Rumlow knows he needs more. Wants to get his hands on those tits too, Hell, put his hands all fucking over. She's a goddamn gift of a woman.]
He's got Kenzi folded in half practically, and she's making him hiss every time those nails bite into skin or scalp. Makes him want to fuck her harder, make her shout again. He pants as he breaks away to catch his breath, looking into her eyes again, liking how easy it is to get lost in them.]
Wanna turn things up a notch, think you can handle it?
[Rumlow asks, giving her another little kiss as encouragement. He can keep it slow if she needs, but damn if he doesn't want to see how much more she can take. Wants to make her come, just from how rough it is, and the position he's got in mind is sure to help.
He sinks in deep, eyes flicking down to look at the dark space between them. He can make out the outline of his cock, disappearing into her body and Rumlow knows he needs more. Wants to get his hands on those tits too, Hell, put his hands all fucking over. She's a goddamn gift of a woman.]
[He's not the only one thinking about hands all over. That's the one thing Kenzi's missing here, getting to explore his marble statue bod with her hands and her mouth and her tongue, every single inch of him-- but that's another fuck, another time entirely. They've been so pent up and wanting that fast and rough seems to fit better with the unplanned, spontaneous nature of it all.]
Oh, I can handle it. If that's a challenge, you're on, cuddlebunny. [She doesn't want him to think she's not adventurous or that she's inexperienced. She totally has experience, it's just... mostly sub par in general from what she can remember. She wants Rumlow to know she can keep up. She's not fragile, either.
His eyes flick down and she takes the opportunity to go for his neck for a change. If she's gonna have to use excessive amounts of concealer in public, he's gonna get a mark, too. She licks, sucks, and bites the skin until she's satisfied with the pattern of broken blood vessels. She lifts her head, looking at him coyly and gently ghosts her lips against his before pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
Do your worst, husband. I'm so ready.
Oh, I can handle it. If that's a challenge, you're on, cuddlebunny. [She doesn't want him to think she's not adventurous or that she's inexperienced. She totally has experience, it's just... mostly sub par in general from what she can remember. She wants Rumlow to know she can keep up. She's not fragile, either.
His eyes flick down and she takes the opportunity to go for his neck for a change. If she's gonna have to use excessive amounts of concealer in public, he's gonna get a mark, too. She licks, sucks, and bites the skin until she's satisfied with the pattern of broken blood vessels. She lifts her head, looking at him coyly and gently ghosts her lips against his before pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
Do your worst, husband. I'm so ready.
[Rumlow only gets to snort in amusement at the pet name for a moment -- Kenzi's got other plans. Fixing her mouth at his throat, he growls his pleasure at the sensation, just enough pain that it gets his blood boiling for a whole new reason. Something ripples through him, incenses him even more than just this nasty hot fuck.
She throws him the challenge and Rumlow is so ready to meet it. He gives her a look, wicked in the face of her false innocence. They both want to turn things up, so Rumlow thinks a little change of position is in order. Something to show her exactly what she's gotten herself into (even if Rumlow isn't so sure himself).
He sinks in deep, rumbling at how tight her cunt feels around him still, even after being fucked open until now. Might end up going deeper with what he's got in mind, gathering her close so she doesn't have to lean her weight against the door any longer. He kisses her as he steps back a bit, giving her some room. Rumlow knows she's not gonna like this next part, but she can deal for a moment.]
Put your foot on the floor, slow and easy. I gotta pull out for a sec.
[Planting another kiss to the corner of Kenzi's mouth, Rumlow squats a little to compensate, arms loosening as his hips draw back, cock sliding free of her. The cooler air on his dick makes him shiver, and he can't help but look down to see the shaft glistening with her slick. God damn, that's hot. It'd look even better with the pearly white of his own come, he thinks.]
She throws him the challenge and Rumlow is so ready to meet it. He gives her a look, wicked in the face of her false innocence. They both want to turn things up, so Rumlow thinks a little change of position is in order. Something to show her exactly what she's gotten herself into (even if Rumlow isn't so sure himself).
He sinks in deep, rumbling at how tight her cunt feels around him still, even after being fucked open until now. Might end up going deeper with what he's got in mind, gathering her close so she doesn't have to lean her weight against the door any longer. He kisses her as he steps back a bit, giving her some room. Rumlow knows she's not gonna like this next part, but she can deal for a moment.]
Put your foot on the floor, slow and easy. I gotta pull out for a sec.
[Planting another kiss to the corner of Kenzi's mouth, Rumlow squats a little to compensate, arms loosening as his hips draw back, cock sliding free of her. The cooler air on his dick makes him shiver, and he can't help but look down to see the shaft glistening with her slick. God damn, that's hot. It'd look even better with the pearly white of his own come, he thinks.]
[Slow and easy, he says, as if there's any other way un-pretzel herself. She's not a gymnast, Rumlow, do you know how hard it is to keep up the sexy atmosphere when you're actually sort of a klutz sometimes? Slow and easy is definitely the name of the game as she regains her footing.
The quick kiss does nothing to make up for the fact that his dick is no longer inside her and the sensation is gone, practically back to square one on the orgasm meter, and she's having trouble readjusting to live without a giant cock stretching her out and filling her up. Was there ever a time before that? What year is it? How is she supposed to function now? LIFE IS MEANINGLESS!
But she gets an actual look at it, now. Erect. Bigger. Terrifying. Still pierced. Nice and wet from her cunt, which, by the way, should get some kind of award or recognition. Seriously. She is proud of her own vajayjay right now. Seriously proud. Taking all that D without liquid courage or some kind of safety, back up plan intact? Nice. She's feeling kind of smug right now, and it show when she smiles up at Rumlow.
She's gonna suck this dick one day. #goals. #lifeaccomplishments.]
I feel like it's been longer than a sec. [And she's really trying not to whine here, but COME ON, MAN! You gave her a taste, and she's eager for more!] You're not getting any younger, babe.
[Hehehehehehheh. Old man joke.]
The quick kiss does nothing to make up for the fact that his dick is no longer inside her and the sensation is gone, practically back to square one on the orgasm meter, and she's having trouble readjusting to live without a giant cock stretching her out and filling her up. Was there ever a time before that? What year is it? How is she supposed to function now? LIFE IS MEANINGLESS!
But she gets an actual look at it, now. Erect. Bigger. Terrifying. Still pierced. Nice and wet from her cunt, which, by the way, should get some kind of award or recognition. Seriously. She is proud of her own vajayjay right now. Seriously proud. Taking all that D without liquid courage or some kind of safety, back up plan intact? Nice. She's feeling kind of smug right now, and it show when she smiles up at Rumlow.
She's gonna suck this dick one day. #goals. #lifeaccomplishments.]
I feel like it's been longer than a sec. [And she's really trying not to whine here, but COME ON, MAN! You gave her a taste, and she's eager for more!] You're not getting any younger, babe.
[Hehehehehehheh. Old man joke.]
[Rolling his eyes at her joke, Rumlow promptly picks Kenzi up and walks her over towards the counter. The mirror on the wall gives a nice, full view of the two of them as he spins his wife around. His hand strokes up her back, pushing her down so that she can brace against the counter while he takes hold of his cock and lines it back up.
He looks at her reflection, eyes dark and expression predatory. Rubbing his dick between her folds, Rumlow teases for just a few moments before he sinks back inside. The welcoming heat of her has his eyes narrow cat-like and his hand drops away from his dick to give her ass a nice firm squeeze. He looks down, biting his lip in due appreciation. A quick swat sounds in the bathroom and Rumlow resumes plundering that sweet cunt.]
Think I'm old, hunh? [He asks, quickening the pace as he braces Kenzi's hips with both hands. Rumlow watches in the mirror as he fucks her, knows she's watching too and that makes it even better.] You even gonna be able to keep up with me?
[Oh, it's a challenge. Not one Rumlow fully expects Kenzi to conquer, but Hell, any effort is worthwhile to him. He likes an active participant. He doesn't really believe she's just bark. He bets she's got a little bite in that tiny bod of hers.]
He looks at her reflection, eyes dark and expression predatory. Rubbing his dick between her folds, Rumlow teases for just a few moments before he sinks back inside. The welcoming heat of her has his eyes narrow cat-like and his hand drops away from his dick to give her ass a nice firm squeeze. He looks down, biting his lip in due appreciation. A quick swat sounds in the bathroom and Rumlow resumes plundering that sweet cunt.]
Think I'm old, hunh? [He asks, quickening the pace as he braces Kenzi's hips with both hands. Rumlow watches in the mirror as he fucks her, knows she's watching too and that makes it even better.] You even gonna be able to keep up with me?
[Oh, it's a challenge. Not one Rumlow fully expects Kenzi to conquer, but Hell, any effort is worthwhile to him. He likes an active participant. He doesn't really believe she's just bark. He bets she's got a little bite in that tiny bod of hers.]
[Brace herself? She literally curls against it, arm reaching out to push against the mirror when he stops teasing and finally gives her what she wants. It feels so good, even better than the last time, especially with him pawing at her ass like that followed by the sting of the swat. Her head comes back up and she grins at him through the mirror, laughing breathlessly. She liked that. She actually liked that a lot. Even more than the pleasure/pain, she likes that look on his face, the look in his eyes. There really is a lot they don't know about each other.
He starts fucking her again and it's still somehow not enough. Different angle, deeper, a full view of him standing over her where she can really appreciate his amazing body and she still wants more. The challenge rings through, she gets what he's saying.
The smile on her face gets a bit darker and she adjusts her hands on the counter. It gives her enough stability to push back against his cock, rocking in time with his thrusts, moving forward when he starts to pull away only to meet him when he drives his hips back towards her ass. Better. Harder. She can barely think of anything but how amazing it feels, and she can't take her eyes off him in the mirror.
She starts to get louder, too. Moaning as he fucks her, crying out when the piercing brushes up against all those sensitive nerves. She's never seen herself like this. Hair spilling over her shoulders, tits bouncing as she gets absolutely ruined by this stupidly-good-looking guy and his stupid penis.]
Okay, okay. I take it back. You're not old-- Fuck, Brock-- [Anything else she was going to say gets swallowed up in a strangled cry.]
He starts fucking her again and it's still somehow not enough. Different angle, deeper, a full view of him standing over her where she can really appreciate his amazing body and she still wants more. The challenge rings through, she gets what he's saying.
The smile on her face gets a bit darker and she adjusts her hands on the counter. It gives her enough stability to push back against his cock, rocking in time with his thrusts, moving forward when he starts to pull away only to meet him when he drives his hips back towards her ass. Better. Harder. She can barely think of anything but how amazing it feels, and she can't take her eyes off him in the mirror.
She starts to get louder, too. Moaning as he fucks her, crying out when the piercing brushes up against all those sensitive nerves. She's never seen herself like this. Hair spilling over her shoulders, tits bouncing as she gets absolutely ruined by this stupidly-good-looking guy and his stupid penis.]
Okay, okay. I take it back. You're not old-- Fuck, Brock-- [Anything else she was going to say gets swallowed up in a strangled cry.]
[Oh, Rumlow thinks. Kenzi wants to play. She starts giving back, holding herself against the counter and fucking back onto his dick like a hungry little kitten. God, he loves it. They move together in tandem, the smack of their bodies loud, but not enough to drown out those fucking moans. She's like a porn star, but 500x hotter. (Mostly because she's real and she's his.) She looks so goddamn good in the mirror, Rumlow can't decide what he likes watching the most.
The wicked grin returns, making sure Kenzi knows just how he devastates her. Bets if they keep this up, she'll come without even playing with her clit. He slides a hand up her back, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Gathering a handful of hair, he gently pulls, tipping back her head so he can get a better view of those perky little tits.]
Tell me what you need, sweetheart. [He rumbles, glancing down at his cock plunging into her, so fucking wet he swears she's already come.] You're dripping already, Kenzi.
[He smears a finger along the edge of her folds, lifts it up so she can see. Rumlow sucks it into his mouth, eyes slitting closed at the taste. She's sweet. Somehow, that seems perfect for her.]
The wicked grin returns, making sure Kenzi knows just how he devastates her. Bets if they keep this up, she'll come without even playing with her clit. He slides a hand up her back, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Gathering a handful of hair, he gently pulls, tipping back her head so he can get a better view of those perky little tits.]
Tell me what you need, sweetheart. [He rumbles, glancing down at his cock plunging into her, so fucking wet he swears she's already come.] You're dripping already, Kenzi.
[He smears a finger along the edge of her folds, lifts it up so she can see. Rumlow sucks it into his mouth, eyes slitting closed at the taste. She's sweet. Somehow, that seems perfect for her.]
[She couldn't fake this if she tried. Trust her on that. She's a good actress, but she's not this good. The fact that she can barely remember anything has nothing to do with the fact that she can't remember ever being this close without some extra stimulation.
She arches her back when he slides his hand up, further enforcing that kitten imagery. There's something she'd like to be lapping at later, too, he's really not far off the mark. He's got her working for this and it makes her want it that much more. She mewls when he lifts his finger to his lips and sucks on her wetness, struggling to keep her eyes open at it sends another electric shock to her soaking wet cunt and lights it the fuck up.
It's building now. She's two seconds away from a shuddering orgasm. What does she need? What does she really need from him right now? The answer surprises her a little.]
Pull harder.
[Be rougher. Leave bruises on her hips from holding on too tight and fuck her senseless.]
I'm so close. Brock, please. Just-- [Here. She reaches back to grab his wrist and guides his hand to her throat. Damn. Either she really trusts this guy and feels super safe with him, or she's one of those girls with serious daddy issues that can't get off without a little danger.]
She arches her back when he slides his hand up, further enforcing that kitten imagery. There's something she'd like to be lapping at later, too, he's really not far off the mark. He's got her working for this and it makes her want it that much more. She mewls when he lifts his finger to his lips and sucks on her wetness, struggling to keep her eyes open at it sends another electric shock to her soaking wet cunt and lights it the fuck up.
It's building now. She's two seconds away from a shuddering orgasm. What does she need? What does she really need from him right now? The answer surprises her a little.]
Pull harder.
[Be rougher. Leave bruises on her hips from holding on too tight and fuck her senseless.]
I'm so close. Brock, please. Just-- [Here. She reaches back to grab his wrist and guides his hand to her throat. Damn. Either she really trusts this guy and feels super safe with him, or she's one of those girls with serious daddy issues that can't get off without a little danger.]
[It's funny to think at the beginning of this, Kenzi was almost too shy to strip down. Funny that getting skewered on his cock has her so thirsty for him that she's shifted into an incredibly kinky version of herself. It's a fucking jackpot, the way Rumlow sees it and he's all too glad to give her precisely what she wants. Doesn't skip a beat when he pulls her hair, letting that other hand curl around her neck, thumb tucking up beneath her jaw.
He feels her racing pulse, squeezes her throat just enough to offer the edge of fear, hips smacking so rough that he'd bet her ass might end up bruised, but fuck. Rumlow stares at her reflection, the way his hand looks so big around her delicate neck. God he just wants to fuck her all damn day. Leave her so sore and full of come she can't move.]
Yeah, 's a good girl, come for daddy...
[His fingers tighten in her hair, squeeze a little more around her throat. He can feel the blood pumping through her veins, pushing against him, pulse rapid from the adrenaline Rumlow would bet is flowing through her. It's got him, just from doing this, holding her right where he wants her, merciless as he fucks her just how she wants him to. The angle he's got, his piercing must be punching into her g-spot, driving her right up to the edge. He's gonna bet she comes hard.]
He feels her racing pulse, squeezes her throat just enough to offer the edge of fear, hips smacking so rough that he'd bet her ass might end up bruised, but fuck. Rumlow stares at her reflection, the way his hand looks so big around her delicate neck. God he just wants to fuck her all damn day. Leave her so sore and full of come she can't move.]
Yeah, 's a good girl, come for daddy...
[His fingers tighten in her hair, squeeze a little more around her throat. He can feel the blood pumping through her veins, pushing against him, pulse rapid from the adrenaline Rumlow would bet is flowing through her. It's got him, just from doing this, holding her right where he wants her, merciless as he fucks her just how she wants him to. The angle he's got, his piercing must be punching into her g-spot, driving her right up to the edge. He's gonna bet she comes hard.]
[LISTEN! At the beginning of this she didn't know what he was working with or if she was actually terrible in bed-- in... bathroom. She also didn't know she was into this shit. Now? It's all coming back to her.
HAHAHA WHAT? DID HE JUST-- shit. Okay, that was actually hot. Fuck. She's definitely more fucked up than she thought she was if that's what gets her eyelids fluttering and her cunt spasming. Pure pleasure washes over her in a wave that would have knocked her over if it wasn't for the strong hands holding her up and squeezing her throat. She does come hard, it practically wracks her body and lasts longer than she expects, perpetuated and prolonged by each additional thrust. She reaches back, grabbing at his waist and his ass, anything she can blindly get her hands on. Her hand eventually finds his arm, the one with the hand around her neck, and she squeezes his bicep as she rides out her orgasm. He can let go now. She kind of wants to breathe.
How is he not done? How the fuck is he still going? Don't guys normally nut in 3.5 seconds, leaving you to get there on your own, entirely disappointed and inconvenienced? This shit isn't normal. No wonder she wanted to put a ring on it, goddamn.]
You're not real. There's no way you're real. You're some kind of perfect sexbot or an alien... or a demon.
HAHAHA WHAT? DID HE JUST-- shit. Okay, that was actually hot. Fuck. She's definitely more fucked up than she thought she was if that's what gets her eyelids fluttering and her cunt spasming. Pure pleasure washes over her in a wave that would have knocked her over if it wasn't for the strong hands holding her up and squeezing her throat. She does come hard, it practically wracks her body and lasts longer than she expects, perpetuated and prolonged by each additional thrust. She reaches back, grabbing at his waist and his ass, anything she can blindly get her hands on. Her hand eventually finds his arm, the one with the hand around her neck, and she squeezes his bicep as she rides out her orgasm. He can let go now. She kind of wants to breathe.
How is he not done? How the fuck is he still going? Don't guys normally nut in 3.5 seconds, leaving you to get there on your own, entirely disappointed and inconvenienced? This shit isn't normal. No wonder she wanted to put a ring on it, goddamn.]
You're not real. There's no way you're real. You're some kind of perfect sexbot or an alien... or a demon.
[She comes (practically on cue), and he swears he didn't think Kenzi could get tighter, but the way her cunt squeezes around him has Rumlow practically vibrating with pleasure. Hardly even slows him down, though he does relinquish the hold on her throat. Lets her hang onto his arm as he places it against the counter instead, bracing himself so he can keep up his merciless pace. Benefit to being in shape? All that stamina. She'll learn to keep up. Carefully withdrawing the other hand from her hair, Rumlow sets it on the counter too. Bracketed on both sides, he huffs while he continues to pound into her, betting he can drag her over the edge one more time before he's done.]
Sorry to disappoint.
[Rumlow says, panting softly as he grins at her in the mirror. A shudder rolls through him, knows he's getting there. Just gotta keep it up -- not that it's difficult. Kenzi's body is goddamn amazing, impossibly tiny in the fucking best way. Makes him want to haul her around and fuck her in every position they can imagine, stuff his thick cock into that tight little snatch and blow her mind until she can't handle it anymore.
Might be a stretch though, considering everything she's shown herself to be into. Quite a catch. It's no wonder he ended up marrying her. Besides the fact that she's hilarious and clever. (And needed a green card.)]
Sorry to disappoint.
[Rumlow says, panting softly as he grins at her in the mirror. A shudder rolls through him, knows he's getting there. Just gotta keep it up -- not that it's difficult. Kenzi's body is goddamn amazing, impossibly tiny in the fucking best way. Makes him want to haul her around and fuck her in every position they can imagine, stuff his thick cock into that tight little snatch and blow her mind until she can't handle it anymore.
Might be a stretch though, considering everything she's shown herself to be into. Quite a catch. It's no wonder he ended up marrying her. Besides the fact that she's hilarious and clever. (And needed a green card.)]
[No, please no. That's fine. She can't handle another one like that. If it wasn't for the counter and hanging off his arm, she'd be laying on the floor unable to move. Multiple orgasms are still a myth as far as she's concerned. Hell, she's lucky if she gets ONE with a normal, human sexual partner.
And then there's THIS GUY!]
Yeah? How sorry? How are you gonna make it up to me?
[She's still trying to catch her breath, still feeling little aftershocks that quickly start to build up all over again due to the fact that he's keeping up that pace. Jesuschrist. Everything's overly sensitive and she can't look at him in the mirror anymore because he's literally too gorgeous. Instead, she turns her head to kiss his arm and drag her teeth over his skin before lightly biting his bicep. Get wreckt, Achilles, your greek ass has nothing on these ridic muscles.
She wants to get him off. She wants him to lose it like she totally lost it and she wants him to suffer. Except, you know, not vengeful suffering. Mindshaking orgasm kind of suffering. Also? She really wants to know more about this kinky shit he's all about. He was supposed to be a NICE GUY!
This is better somehow.]
Do you like being called Daddy? Does it get you off, making the young girls scream?
And then there's THIS GUY!]
Yeah? How sorry? How are you gonna make it up to me?
[She's still trying to catch her breath, still feeling little aftershocks that quickly start to build up all over again due to the fact that he's keeping up that pace. Jesuschrist. Everything's overly sensitive and she can't look at him in the mirror anymore because he's literally too gorgeous. Instead, she turns her head to kiss his arm and drag her teeth over his skin before lightly biting his bicep. Get wreckt, Achilles, your greek ass has nothing on these ridic muscles.
She wants to get him off. She wants him to lose it like she totally lost it and she wants him to suffer. Except, you know, not vengeful suffering. Mindshaking orgasm kind of suffering. Also? She really wants to know more about this kinky shit he's all about. He was supposed to be a NICE GUY!
This is better somehow.]
Do you like being called Daddy? Does it get you off, making the young girls scream?
[It's been quiet. Toooooooo quiet. Not in a creepy, someone's up to something kind of way, though... the sheriff is definitely up to something. No, it's quiet as in Rumlow's said like five words to her lately and been spending WAY more time at the gym than usual. It's weird! He's not... physically distant. Just mentally. Emotionally? Whatever, it's not like they're some super solid thing or she expects him to legit date her on the regular or whatevs.
... Okay, maybe it's kinda like that. Maybe she thought they were close to something like that and now it's kinda shaky. There's all these memories in the way, conflicting lives, people from the past randomly coming out of the woodwork. It's tricky. It's complicated, sure, but that doesn't mean they should get weird around each other. Right? RIGHT! Kenzi's determined to get to the bottom of this and confront her not!husband on his weird silence.
It's why she's at the gym right now on her day off. It's why she's marching over to the bench Rumlow's sitting on, ponytail swinging behind her as she moves to stand D I R E C T L Y in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest like it's at all imposing. Check this eyebrow lift, Brock. She means business.]
So you workout 80 hours a week now? Cool. Nice. Good to know. [The attitude is EVIDENT!]
... Okay, maybe it's kinda like that. Maybe she thought they were close to something like that and now it's kinda shaky. There's all these memories in the way, conflicting lives, people from the past randomly coming out of the woodwork. It's tricky. It's complicated, sure, but that doesn't mean they should get weird around each other. Right? RIGHT! Kenzi's determined to get to the bottom of this and confront her not!husband on his weird silence.
It's why she's at the gym right now on her day off. It's why she's marching over to the bench Rumlow's sitting on, ponytail swinging behind her as she moves to stand D I R E C T L Y in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest like it's at all imposing. Check this eyebrow lift, Brock. She means business.]
So you workout 80 hours a week now? Cool. Nice. Good to know. [The attitude is EVIDENT!]
[Every day there's a new memory, it seems. One he wakes up with, dripping from his subconscious like an ichor. Thick and heavy, unfinished. There are pieces missing, things Rumlow doesn't understand. Why? The question that lingers. Why would SHIELD have him do these things? Interrogation, sure. But beating someone near to death? Sure, they were a little shady, but torture seems a little beyond that.
It isn't even the worst part. Of course it isn't. He has to fulfill the cliche, doesn't he? So Rumlow grew a little distant. The last few days he's been trying to process it. Decide whether it's real or some sleeper implants, designed to test him or something. It's an escape and he knows it. Hates that it feels like running away, but he's got to be sure. Has to know that whatever's in his head is real. Because if he's going to accept it, he's got to come to terms with the fact that every blow, every punch, every impact of his fist into that man's skull felt good. That the drip of blood onto the floor was a part of the song as the man grunted and gasped, gurgling the blood that filled his broken mouth.
Rumlow blinks. Kenzi. She's standing before him, giving him a look that Rumlow knows means he's in trouble. She's noticed. Of course she's noticed. She is his wife, after all and not stupid. She can tell he's been isolating. Avoiding. He blinks again.]
That all it's been?
[He says, deflecting. It's not that he doesn't trust her. It's just, this is something Kenzi doesn't need to know. Doesn't need to find out. Her world is already unsteady and Rumlow knows he's one of the few steady points left within it. If he shakes that foundation -- he's not interested in letting her fall.]
To be fair, Kenzi, it is my job to be here, and y'know. Gotta get in my own workout too.
It isn't even the worst part. Of course it isn't. He has to fulfill the cliche, doesn't he? So Rumlow grew a little distant. The last few days he's been trying to process it. Decide whether it's real or some sleeper implants, designed to test him or something. It's an escape and he knows it. Hates that it feels like running away, but he's got to be sure. Has to know that whatever's in his head is real. Because if he's going to accept it, he's got to come to terms with the fact that every blow, every punch, every impact of his fist into that man's skull felt good. That the drip of blood onto the floor was a part of the song as the man grunted and gasped, gurgling the blood that filled his broken mouth.
Rumlow blinks. Kenzi. She's standing before him, giving him a look that Rumlow knows means he's in trouble. She's noticed. Of course she's noticed. She is his wife, after all and not stupid. She can tell he's been isolating. Avoiding. He blinks again.]
That all it's been?
[He says, deflecting. It's not that he doesn't trust her. It's just, this is something Kenzi doesn't need to know. Doesn't need to find out. Her world is already unsteady and Rumlow knows he's one of the few steady points left within it. If he shakes that foundation -- he's not interested in letting her fall.]
To be fair, Kenzi, it is my job to be here, and y'know. Gotta get in my own workout too.
Oh, so you got jokes? Jokes and a bod. Weird. Maybe I'd notice these things more if, I don't know, you weren't totally avoiding me?
[She's onto him. Something's up, she just doesn't know what it is. Even if she wasn't so damn perceptive and intuitive, you start to pick up on things when you live with someone. World-shaking, life-altering events aside, she wants to help. The 'you're in trouble face' is only because she knows he's trying to hide shit from her.
Her arms uncross themselves and she puts her hands on his sweaty, giant shoulders and lightly shakes him.]
If you wanna get all technical, it's my job to check up on you and annoy you until you crack and tell me why you're stonewalling. No more weights until you tell me what's up. Are we getting a divorce? Are you in love with your heavy bag? Do you wanna see other facilities? Is that it?!
[She's onto him. Something's up, she just doesn't know what it is. Even if she wasn't so damn perceptive and intuitive, you start to pick up on things when you live with someone. World-shaking, life-altering events aside, she wants to help. The 'you're in trouble face' is only because she knows he's trying to hide shit from her.
Her arms uncross themselves and she puts her hands on his sweaty, giant shoulders and lightly shakes him.]
If you wanna get all technical, it's my job to check up on you and annoy you until you crack and tell me why you're stonewalling. No more weights until you tell me what's up. Are we getting a divorce? Are you in love with your heavy bag? Do you wanna see other facilities? Is that it?!
[See, this is why he'd been taking a step back. If he'd been around, she'd have noticed those thousand yard stares like he's got PTSD from this shit. 'Course now she notices anyway, because the absence is just as glaring. No real winning there. At least she's not so worried that she's lost her sense of humor.
Rumlow huffs a laugh, his hands coming up to circle around her wrists. He's not pulling them away, just holding her. The weights sit on either side of the bench and Rumlow's feet draw in to tuck them against the bottom so no one trips.]
We're not getting a divorce and no, 's much as I like rolling around on the floor with Sally, we ain't involved like that.
[He pauses. What can he even tell her? He hasn't destroyed the cameras here, so if he says he's getting back memories, that shit's on the record. No need to entice the authorities. He glances up towards where he knows one is. He hopes Kenzi will catch on.]
Just having a few thoughts about my time in the service. [He says, deciding to go for something that'll placate both her and any unwanted listeners. His gaze draws back down.] Things you see there, y'know. Hard to shake.
Rumlow huffs a laugh, his hands coming up to circle around her wrists. He's not pulling them away, just holding her. The weights sit on either side of the bench and Rumlow's feet draw in to tuck them against the bottom so no one trips.]
We're not getting a divorce and no, 's much as I like rolling around on the floor with Sally, we ain't involved like that.
[He pauses. What can he even tell her? He hasn't destroyed the cameras here, so if he says he's getting back memories, that shit's on the record. No need to entice the authorities. He glances up towards where he knows one is. He hopes Kenzi will catch on.]
Just having a few thoughts about my time in the service. [He says, deciding to go for something that'll placate both her and any unwanted listeners. His gaze draws back down.] Things you see there, y'know. Hard to shake.
Okay, that's actually a relief, because now I don't have to cut a bitch and spill her insides all over the place.
[She doesn't want to admit just how much of an actual relief that is. Seriously, it's kind of embarrassing how attached she is. It's also really ill advised considering the situation they're in. They could be lying to each other through their teeth! There is literally nothing keeping them together, no common thread that connects them that she can recall.
It's trust that keeps her here. She trusts Rumlow and has faith that he's telling her the truth like she's been telling him.]
Riiiight. The service. [Even without that glance to the camera that she now knows better than to acknowledge, she'd get that he meant something else entirely. All the veterans here think they served together, when it's really just a cover. Another vague memory to hide the truth. Whatever he's actually having thoughts about, it's really throwing him off.]
I'm no shrink, but I feel like even Freud would agree with me that pumping iron and getting jacked with something like that on your mind is a recipe for bodily harm. Why didn't you say anything?
[She doesn't want to admit just how much of an actual relief that is. Seriously, it's kind of embarrassing how attached she is. It's also really ill advised considering the situation they're in. They could be lying to each other through their teeth! There is literally nothing keeping them together, no common thread that connects them that she can recall.
It's trust that keeps her here. She trusts Rumlow and has faith that he's telling her the truth like she's been telling him.]
Riiiight. The service. [Even without that glance to the camera that she now knows better than to acknowledge, she'd get that he meant something else entirely. All the veterans here think they served together, when it's really just a cover. Another vague memory to hide the truth. Whatever he's actually having thoughts about, it's really throwing him off.]
I'm no shrink, but I feel like even Freud would agree with me that pumping iron and getting jacked with something like that on your mind is a recipe for bodily harm. Why didn't you say anything?
There's not a lot to say, sweetheart.
[Not a lot that he'd like to tell her anyway. Part of it is because he doesn't really know what these thoughts really are, at least. It's something they've all suffered from. Not knowing what's real and what's not. The blank spaces that make you paranoid when you dwell on them.
He gives her wrists a little squeeze, hands moving up her arms to draw her closer. It's not even really that he wants to push her away. It just seems like a necessity.]
Just somethin' I gotta deal with in my own head. [He plasters on a smile.] I appreciate you caring enough to come in here with all the sweat, though. Gonna have to shower like crazy to get the man-stink off.
[Not a lot that he'd like to tell her anyway. Part of it is because he doesn't really know what these thoughts really are, at least. It's something they've all suffered from. Not knowing what's real and what's not. The blank spaces that make you paranoid when you dwell on them.
He gives her wrists a little squeeze, hands moving up her arms to draw her closer. It's not even really that he wants to push her away. It just seems like a necessity.]
Just somethin' I gotta deal with in my own head. [He plasters on a smile.] I appreciate you caring enough to come in here with all the sweat, though. Gonna have to shower like crazy to get the man-stink off.
[For some reason, she doesn't buy that, but she's not gonna press the matter. Especially not with the squeezing and the closeness and the-- uggggh. Killing the mood with the mention of man-stink. She makes a face, rolling her eyes but not pulling away.]
How much do you appreciate it? Because you're... incredibly sweaty right now. You're like... the sweatiest dude of all time and this is suffering. I'm sacrificing my fresh and clean to be here right now.
[Such sacrifice. Such leaning in. Such kiss.]
Oh my god-- I just realized... I am way too good for you! What am I even doing here? I should go. I totally should go.
How much do you appreciate it? Because you're... incredibly sweaty right now. You're like... the sweatiest dude of all time and this is suffering. I'm sacrificing my fresh and clean to be here right now.
[Such sacrifice. Such leaning in. Such kiss.]
Oh my god-- I just realized... I am way too good for you! What am I even doing here? I should go. I totally should go.
[Humming at the kiss, Rumlow lets his mind calm for a moment. It's not so different as when he's sparring. Though if he had to choose, kissing would come first. Feels better. Except this one's over too soon.
He blinks at her declaration, taking a second before he realizes. His hands tighten and he grins, dragging her down onto the bench with him. She's doomed now. Rumlow's arms snake around her and she's lucky he's wearing a shirt. Or is it unlucky? Either way, Kenzi now has a nice coating of his sweat on her. (Not like it's the first time.)]
Can't go now. Not after showing me how much you care.
[A nice tease to come back at her after that little barb.]
He blinks at her declaration, taking a second before he realizes. His hands tighten and he grins, dragging her down onto the bench with him. She's doomed now. Rumlow's arms snake around her and she's lucky he's wearing a shirt. Or is it unlucky? Either way, Kenzi now has a nice coating of his sweat on her. (Not like it's the first time.)]
Can't go now. Not after showing me how much you care.
[A nice tease to come back at her after that little barb.]
[See, why doesn't he just kiss her more instead of getting all up in his head all the time? Problem solved.]
Wh-- no, nononono--
[GROOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSS! She's TRAPPED! Trapped and covered in SWEAT! And it's hot and sticky and gross and the more she struggles and squirms, the more perspiration gets on her clothes and skin!]
Brock, you're the worst! It's my day OFF! I had plans!
[She put on PANTS today! Now it's ruined, she'll have to go home and change! Ignore the fact that she's trying really hard not to laugh.]
Unhand me you giant jerkwad!
Wh-- no, nononono--
[GROOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSS! She's TRAPPED! Trapped and covered in SWEAT! And it's hot and sticky and gross and the more she struggles and squirms, the more perspiration gets on her clothes and skin!]
Brock, you're the worst! It's my day OFF! I had plans!
[She put on PANTS today! Now it's ruined, she'll have to go home and change! Ignore the fact that she's trying really hard not to laugh.]
Unhand me you giant jerkwad!
Now why would I go and do that?
[As if he'd let her go when he can distract her fully with this tactic. He plants a few kisses on her cheek, and maybe steals one from her lips. Her worries will abate for the time being. She'll go back to it later, he's sure, but she won't be here. And she'll be assuaged that it's not going to divide them -- not if he can help it.
Rumlow can keep a secret, for as long as it takes. He knows it's better if Kenzi isn't aware of this darker side of him. It would scare her, most likely, or turn her away. After the encounter with Rogers, Rumlow is well aware that his list of allies is thin. Worse is he's pretty sure whatever thoughts these are, they may well tie into what Rogers is so wary of.]
If you're so worried, you can shower in the locker room. You even got it all to yourself.
[As if he'd let her go when he can distract her fully with this tactic. He plants a few kisses on her cheek, and maybe steals one from her lips. Her worries will abate for the time being. She'll go back to it later, he's sure, but she won't be here. And she'll be assuaged that it's not going to divide them -- not if he can help it.
Rumlow can keep a secret, for as long as it takes. He knows it's better if Kenzi isn't aware of this darker side of him. It would scare her, most likely, or turn her away. After the encounter with Rogers, Rumlow is well aware that his list of allies is thin. Worse is he's pretty sure whatever thoughts these are, they may well tie into what Rogers is so wary of.]
If you're so worried, you can shower in the locker room. You even got it all to yourself.
[It really says a lot about how much of a liability this is when he can distract this easily. Feelings are messy. They get in the way, they cloud your judgement. Logically, she knows this. She knows she should step back, keep her head clear and her eyes open, but it's soooooo ... difficult.
The kisses quiet her squirming and she ends up curling her arms around him, enjoying the feeling of his scruff against her cheek.]
What if I don't want it all to myself?
The kisses quiet her squirming and she ends up curling her arms around him, enjoying the feeling of his scruff against her cheek.]
What if I don't want it all to myself?
Give it to you once and you're all over that D.
[Rumlow says with a chuckle, ducking his head to kiss the side of her neck. His hands stroke up her back, sighing at the feel of her slight body beneath them. It is a temptation to take up that offer. Would keep them both distracted. Except then he's gonna have Nyx or someone look for him because he's just up and vanished. Not that Rumlow much cares about being seen (considering), but Kenzi might.
He slides a hand up into her hair, petting her softly. Humming a note, Rumlow relaxes into her arms. One of the few solaces he gets here. He's still not even sure if it's real.]
You're incorrigible, Kenzi.
[Rumlow says with a chuckle, ducking his head to kiss the side of her neck. His hands stroke up her back, sighing at the feel of her slight body beneath them. It is a temptation to take up that offer. Would keep them both distracted. Except then he's gonna have Nyx or someone look for him because he's just up and vanished. Not that Rumlow much cares about being seen (considering), but Kenzi might.
He slides a hand up into her hair, petting her softly. Humming a note, Rumlow relaxes into her arms. One of the few solaces he gets here. He's still not even sure if it's real.]
You're incorrigible, Kenzi.
I'm just doing my wifely duties! Often. Like, religiously. Very enthusiastic about it.
[She laughs, apparently not all that worried about being seen or making a spectacle. Well, a clothed spectacle. She's resigned herself to the fact that there are cameras everywhere and she is incredibly attracted to this guy she lives (and sleeps) with. Life is hard.
... Especially when people keep trying to warn her about him? Whatever. They don't know him like she does. She's not worried. Not about Rumlow, at least. It's far from her mind right now, along with most other things to be honest. See? Easily DISTRACTED.]
Honestly, you're not even one to talk. Like, you legit cannot say a word about incorrigibility at all.
[She laughs, apparently not all that worried about being seen or making a spectacle. Well, a clothed spectacle. She's resigned herself to the fact that there are cameras everywhere and she is incredibly attracted to this guy she lives (and sleeps) with. Life is hard.
... Especially when people keep trying to warn her about him? Whatever. They don't know him like she does. She's not worried. Not about Rumlow, at least. It's far from her mind right now, along with most other things to be honest. See? Easily DISTRACTED.]
Honestly, you're not even one to talk. Like, you legit cannot say a word about incorrigibility at all.
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