[Unlike Kenzi, Rumlow hasn't been overly preoccupied with sex. Not because he doesn't want to fuck his wife -- the long make out sessions reminiscent of his teenage years are indicative enough of that. It's just that Kenzi is so wound up about it, she psychs herself out. So he's being patient, figuring that at some point, that want is gonna win out in a big way.
He likes it more when they come to him.
Today, he's just going about his business, coming out of the shower and toweling off his hair. The mirror is still fogged and the fan is on, so he has no idea that there's a visitor just on the other side of the door. Shifting to the side, he hangs up the towel and grabs his comb from the counter, absently brushing his hair into the position he wants it to dry in. Then comes the deodorant, Rumlow turning around to grab it from the shelves that primarily contain Kenzi's beauty products or whatever.
As he lifts an arm to apply it, Rumlow is totally unaware he's giving his wife the exact view she's looking for.]
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He likes it more when they come to him.
Today, he's just going about his business, coming out of the shower and toweling off his hair. The mirror is still fogged and the fan is on, so he has no idea that there's a visitor just on the other side of the door. Shifting to the side, he hangs up the towel and grabs his comb from the counter, absently brushing his hair into the position he wants it to dry in. Then comes the deodorant, Rumlow turning around to grab it from the shelves that primarily contain Kenzi's beauty products or whatever.
As he lifts an arm to apply it, Rumlow is totally unaware he's giving his wife the exact view she's looking for.]